#the green lights and the striped shirt with the too long sleeves

[frnkiebby]

he knows fully~🎃

#little shit #ilhsm #frank iero and the totally not a spit kink #the green lights and the striped shirt with the too long sleeves #another fave genre of frnk #him and his stupid fucking pretty face #feral chaos gremlin #frank iero #frnkiebby #mcr5 #mcr #mcrmy #frnkiero #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #frank and his spit kink

[zeldasnotes]

WHAT DO YOU LOOK GOOD IN?

Based on your dominant sign or planet!

You can also read the sign of your Ascendant & Midheaven since these points can affect your appearance too.

Aries & Mars

Your hair, face shape and daring eyes are what makes you look so fierce so make these features stand out with cute headbands, eyeshadow or just a sleek ponytail. You look good in tight clothes, especially black, orange and red. Leather looks super good on you aswell. Leather or suede jackets, tight jeans, tight tank tops. Anything thats considered a little ”tough” looks good on you. Also an all black outfit with red lipstick. Or bold clothes like neon green and orange. You also look good in sporty clothes like the tights and a tank top.

Taurus & Venus

You look super good in anything in velvet fabric . I think velvet is ruled by Taurus because its both comfortable and makes you look rich. Rich colors like wine red and dark purple looks good on you but also earthy colors like beige, green and brown. Go for minimalistic but expensive. Dont do too much because you want the focus to be on your natural beauty and your sensuality. Glossy lips and earthy eyeshadow. You obviously look good in jewelery since this is the sign of money. Expensive page haircut, look up Queen Latifah in her orange pagehaircut shes a Taurus Rising. Or Christina Hendricks who have the same hairstyle and shes a Taurus Sun.

Gemini & Mercury

Tube tops or off shoulder dresses to show off your well shaped shoulders and arms. Flared jeans! Also glasses and ponytails. You look good in purple. Tights long sleeve shirts that show the shape of your arms. You look good in colorful and playful clothes, striped clothes. Ive noticed that most Geminis look good in bangs. Corduroy pants, cargo pants. Also strawberry blonde hair is such a Gemini thing. High heels. Emeraldgreen! I feel like Geminis look good in a pagebob hairstyle.

Cancer & Moon

You look good in dresses. Flower print looks good on you. Long maxi dresses. Baby blue, navy blue and light green. Anything feminine. Especially anything that shows cleavage. You look good in jeans suspenders. Anything jeans really. Knitted cardigans. Cancers might not be known for being luxurious and status oriented but I noticed that they are usually very well dressed and look good in blazers and satin blouses and ties just like Capricorn, it enhances that milf/dilf look. Like you are on your way to a meeting.

Leo & Sun

Put focus on the hair, hairline and back. Headbands! You look good in silver and gold since it makes you stand out, mostly gold. Orange is YOUR color. Yellow too. When I think Leo dominant I think a orange satin dress with brown, beige or white hedge heels in the summer with a straw hat and huge glasses. And for men I think those linen shirts with shorts, flipflops and a sharktooth necklace. You look good in leo print too. Anything flashy and luxurious like those chanel blazers. Leo dominant also look sooo good in Sun glasses since yall are ruled by the sun, it enhances your diva look. Sequin dresses and high heels.

Virgo & Mercury

Think minimalistic. French manicure is a must! Go for neutral colors like brown, beige, black, white, dark blue etc. You need to have your own style because you are very picky, you need everything to be perfect and you are good at finding the perfect details to make the outfit look perfect. Take extra care of your health because its easily seen outwardly on virgos when they have been taking care of themselves. For some reasons Virgo dominants looks good in white and blue. You look especially good in silk since it highlights that virgo elegance. You guys look good in very basic clothes like jeans and a quality t shirt. Focus should be on quality and highlighting your natural beauty. Anything with buttons. Also anything that is ribbed.

Libra & Venus

Anything that enhances your femininity like pink nailpolish, cute bracelets, lipgloss. Definitely curly hair. You guys look good in the typical insta makeup look, anything thats in. Curly hair and lipgloss. Sweet and pretty. Anything thats original like the famous little black dress with a clutch that matches your earrings. Or in the winter, a long luxurious beige coat with the perfect scarf to match. High heels! When Venus is involved, original is best since this is the planet of fashion. Original colors like grey, black, pink, white.

Scorpio & Pluto

Black long sleeve rouched dresses, they show off your figure but leave some to the fantasy which makes you even more mysterious. For men definitely gold jewelery,brand name hoodies, vests. Clothes that give the impression of power. Dark brown, dark purple. Smokey eye. Gold jewelery to an all black outfit. Dont go overboard with the sexy because you already have a natural sensuality to you so you wont need it, it will just make it too much. Gold circle earrings. With Pluto its all about being mysterious. Instead of a super short dress wear a long dress with a slit to show a little leg. Less is more. This gives off an aura of privacy and mystery which will attract a lot of Scorpio Venuses. You want to attract someone with their Venus or Mars in your dominant sign. Shirts that got a text with the ”Old English” font.

Sagittarius & Jupiter

Anything that shows off your gorgeous legs and butt. This can be anything from a short dress to sporttights or jeans. We need to see them legs!! You already have a glow to you but you should definitely highlight those gorgeous Jupiter facial features with a highlighter. So go for a natural look but put focus on highlighting the nose and cheekbones. Ive noticed that Sagittarius placements usually look best in tight clothes. You guys also look good in leather and suede. Leather boots and tight jeans is a look i see as a typical Sag look for some reason. Dont wear overknee boots or socks that go over your calf because that covers the shape of your legs too much. The bohemian look or the ”just got out of bed” look suits you well too.

Capricorn & Saturn

Your bone structure is your best weapon so focus on highlighting your features but go for the natural look. You look best in something professional and luxurious. Blazers and clothes that are discrete but still classy, like you are going to work. For men you NEED to buy one of these knitted half zip shirts if you know what I mean. Also take care of your beard or mustasche. Wear a watch if you like watches. Beige, brown, black, white and navy blue are your colors. Dont do too much to your hair just make sure its healthy. Capricorn is all about looking well taken care off so a good skin and hair routine is a must. Suit pants look sooo good on these people.

Aquarius & Uranus

Tie dye clothes. Blue and green. Tank tops. Show off you legs because they are your strong feature! Also silver. Anything metallic or oversized. Aquarius actually have a lot in common with Scorpios style. I see Aquarius as a more experimental Scorpio stylewise. You look good in shirts with a text in the ”Old English” font too. You guys look so good in jewelery. I see Aquarius as people who fit best with cold tones like silver and ice blue, depends on your skins undertone tho. Cargo pants! Yall look good in neon colors, just look at Nicki Minaj shes an Aquarius Rising and look at how she rocks neon green and Barbie Pink. Yall look good in the 90s style like the t-shirt over long sleeved shirt look. Nose rings. Ombre hair.

Pisces & Neptune

You look good in something cute and relaxed. Anything that gives an aura of mystery and fantasy like lace or other seethrough materials. Blue ofc since Neptune rules the sea. Anything fluffy! Skirts. Long but tights skirts like a mermaid. Anything with ring details like those bikinis who got a plastic ring between the cups. When it comes to makeup go for the dewy look instead of the matte look because neptunian look sooo good in that and it highlights your features perfectly. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipliner and lipgloss to draw focus to your eyes and lips since these are your strong features. Preferably darker colors to look more mysterious. You also look good in fake lashes that are longer on the outer corner since it creates that wing look like Marilyn Monroe got. Yall remind me so much of Bratz and that kind of makeup look!

©️ 2023 Zeldas Notes

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #ascendant #neptune ascendant aspects #styleblogger

[majorshatterandhare]

I found this while looking at photos for color reference. It wasn't helpful but it made me smile and I think you all might enjoy it too.

[ID: A photo of Dr. Carmilla and the Mechanisms. From left to right, the photo includes Nastya (Actor), Frank Voss, Maki Yamazaki, Jonny Sims, Morgan Wilkinson, and Ben Below. Maki and Jonny are standing back to back in the center of the frame. They are set forward as compared to the others. On the left, Nastya is crouched and Frank is behind them. On the right both Morgan and Ben are standing facing towards the center. Everyone but Nastya seems to be looking toward the camera.

Nastya has light skin and straight, brown, shoulder length hair, which is lighter at the ends. They are wearing rectangular glasses and a black choker. They are wearing a long sleeve, dark blue shirt, dark blue jeans, and green-brown boots. They have their hands on their knees.

Frank has mid-dark skin and bleached curly hair. They are wearing a dark shirt and have their right hand on Nastya's right shoulder. Most of Frank is unseen. They seem to be wearing blue jeans and brown shoes.

Maki is standing side-to and smirking at the camera. She has light skin and short, dark hair. They are wearing red lipstick and eye make up. She has on a white button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, underneath a black vest, with a black bandana tied just above her left elbow. They wearing black pants with a black belt that has a white flower on it and brown boots. She is holding onto a silver patterned cane in front of her.

Jonny is also standing side-to the camera. He has light skin and short brown hair. He has short facial hair and is wearing black, vein-y eye make up. He is wearing a black velveteen coat over a dark collared shirt, black slacks with a long black braided belt, the end of which hangs to his back, and black boots. He has one hand on his belt and the other is held, relaxed, next to his coat's button placket; it has something drawn on the back in black.

Morgan has his hands on his hips. He has light skin and short, straight, bright red hair. He is wearing a red and black corset style bodice with an ankle-length black layered skirt and black boots.

Ben has light skin and short curly hair of indeterminate color due to lighting. He is wearing a white, long sleeve, button up shirt under a vest which is brown and striped with gold and filigree designs. He is wearing black jeans and brown sneakers. In his only visible hand, he is holding something small, black, and square; it appears to be a flask.

They are stand on and in front of a photography backdrop which is a marbled white color. Past the edges of the backdrop the wall behind them can be seen to have many framed pictures on it as well as some large glass tubes behind Ben's head. There is also something brown and square off the edge near to Ben and a stand of some kind just barely on the backdrop. There is neutral lighting coming from behind the camera and in front of the subjects, as well as harsh red lighting from off camera but to the right side of the photo. This causes significant reflection on the skin and hair of Ben, Morgan, and Frank, as well as a lesser red reflection on Jonny.

In the lower right hand corner there is a water mark reading "Lyon Photography" in a white, all lowercase, handwritten style font. End ID]

This photo was on the Mechanisms facebook page, posted June 10, 2011 and is from the Vaudeville Rave.

#the mechanisms #dr carmilla and the mechanisms #described #maki yamazaki #jonny sims #ben below #morgan wilkinson #frank voss #nastya (actor) #its just that this photo is 12 years old... #ben and frank in particular look obviously younger than many of the pictures we see #the facebook post this is from has a grand total of 8 likes and two comments #vaudeville rave 2011

[the-lonely-crow]

they walk up to you in the club and just start bullying you till you cry. Don’t even have to do anything supernatural

(Also i decided needles looks like a cactus hope you enjoy)

[Image ID: digital drawing of Michael from the magnus archives and Needles from the magnus protocol shown from about the knees up. Michael is standing to the left of Needles and has one arm slung over needles shoulder and the other hand is raised to his mouth. Needles has his right hand on his hip and the other at his side. Michael has light pink skin and is slightly taller than Needles and thin with very large hands and very long fingers. He has bright pink spirals in place of eyes and a smile wider than his face with far too many teeth. His long blond curly hair takes up almost the entire frame. He wears an aggressively hot pink turtle neck under a magenta sweater vest with jeans that are bright orange and hot pink stripes on the left side and solidly orange on the right. His right ear has an earring that looks like a tiny door. Needles is very very thin and all his joints meet at sharp angles. He has light green skin and neon green hair and long sharp needle like fingernails. He wears a fishnet long sleeve shirt, dark green leather pants with wide belt, and a dark green spiked choker. He has several facial and ear piercings. He wears sharp pointed eyeliner and is smiling a very mean smile. /End ID]

#michael distortion #Needles tmagp #the magnus protocol #crows-art

[mangosmootji]

Chapter 2 | Sic Semper Tyrannis

“Thus always to Tyrants”

18+ fic, minors do not interact!

Chapter summary: Aemond takes you on a walk through the castle’s woods and grounds. You investigate the castle at night and stumble upon some suspicious conversations.

Chapter warnings/tags: Mentions of death, corpses, canon typical incest, ghosts??, the supernatural, betrothal, family drama, Alicent claiming Rhaenyra’s kids are bastards (as usual)

if any of these things are not to your liking/ are triggering i recommend not to read it! Word count: 5k Rigor Mortis Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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“Eggs?”

You sat at the large breakfast table with Aegon, Aemond and Helaena. Helaena was engrossed with an embroidery project and Aemond was reading the morning newspaper. They all seemed tense. 

It was only Aegon who was keeping you company, if you could call it that. You were wearing a pale sea green dress with pink frills and ribbons decorating it. You seemed to have accidentally matched with Helaena who wore a pale blue dress with pink ribbons decorating her dress and complex hairstyle. 

You nodded in response to Aegon’s question and held out your plate. He scooped up a bunch of scrambled eggs, not really caring to ask if it was too much. It was. You reluctantly began to eat the eggs and you glanced over at your betrothed. His face was hidden behind the large newspaper. You had seen his face before he started reading it. Instead of the glass eye he wore a black leather eye patch over his, what you assumed, was an empty eye socket. He was quiet and had only murmured a good morning to you when you entered the room. Helaena hadn’t said anything.

You let out a soft sigh and turned to Aegon who was eating the eggs like they were his last meal on earth. It was quite a sight to see. 

“Did you sleep well?” You asked Aegon, trying to break the awkward silence that hung in the dining room, even the servants were quiet. 

“No. That wench wouldn’t shut up, again.” He replied with his mouth full. Aemond glared at him, his stern eye peeking over the edge of the newspaper he was holding. Wench? It was a mystery who this ‘wench’ was that he was talking about. You hadn’t heard anything last night, in fact, you had slept surprisingly well for someone that slept with a notebook hidden under their mattress.

“What wench?” 

“Give it a week.”

“What?”

His answers only confused you even more. He looked more exhausted than he did yesterday. This time he wore a light green vest, single breasted. Not that it mattered, it made him look just as sickly as the mustard yellow did. Perhaps it was just his complexion. 

“Swallow before you speak.” Aemond scolded his older brother and all Aegon did was shoot him another glare. Aemond turned his gaze to you and it softened slightly. He closed the newspaper and folded it up before placing it on the wooden table.

Aemond was wearing a red vest with a black shirt underneath it. The sleeves were poofy at the ends and his long silk hair was in a neat long braid again like the evening before. The pattern on his red vest had some botanical elements with abstract leaves and vines. A stark contrast to his older brother whom you figured enjoyed wearing simpler patterns like stripes.

“I apologise for my brother, clearly he has no idea how to act in front of ladies.” You could hear Aegon scoff at Aemond’s words but your betrothed seemed to ignore it. You studied Aemond’s face as he spoke. You liked the eye patch. It made him look mysterious and you liked solving mysteries. 

“Don’t apologise, my brother is worse.” 

The corners of Aemond’s mouth slightly tilted upwards. It was the first time you had seen him smile, if you could even call this a smile. 

“Shadows need the light to exist but roam freely in the darkness.”

You, Aemond and Aegon turned your heads when you heard Helaena speak. She was still working on her embroidery, almost pretending as if she hadn’t said anything before. It annoyed you. First the flowers and now rambling about nonsense out of the blue. A thick silence hung in the air, one you didn’t dare to break. 

Aemond and Aegon gave each other a look you were unable to read and they continued eating their breakfast in silence. With nothing to do and your mood ruined you reluctantly continued to eat the large pile of scrambled eggs on the plate in front of you. 

You took the time to look around the dining hall, it was large. The walls were covered in burgundy coloured velvet and the darkwood floorboards had been laid out in a herringbone pattern and it looked like it was recently done. Above the fireplace hung a black banner with a red three-headed dragon. The sigil of their family, you had learned. In the centre of the room stood the large rectangle dining table you sat at. You counted eighteen chairs, two at both ends of the table and eight chairs on each side of the table.

On the left side of the hall hung three large painted portraits. A man with short silver blonde hair hung in the middle and the other two paintings were of silver haired women. They looked similar but their features were still discernible. 

The wooden door of the dining room creaked open. Alicent and Otto walked in. Aegon, Aemond and even Helaena looked up to face their mother and grandfather. Alicent looked like she had been crying and Otto placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Something that you noticed immediately was Alicent’s hair and the lack of intricate hairstyle. Instead, her curly hair hung loose over her shoulder. Something serious must’ve happened for a lady like her to walk around the house, filled with servant men, with her hair loose.

“The body has been found.” 

Otto’s deep voice had cut deep through the silence. You let the words sink in. Not ‘a’ body. He said ‘the’ body. You wondered if this was so normal to them they could afford to use such wording. Or perhaps he meant ‘the’ body whose death they were behind. Your mind was racing, thinking of all possible answers. To think that such a simple sentence could make you spiral so much. “Who was it?” Aegon asked, the only one who dared break the silence, which you were secretly thankful for. 

“Tayla.”

‘Who is Tayla?’

Alicent begins to sob again and quickly excuses herself back to her room. Instead of looking at Aemond you looked at Aegon for answers but he was clearly avoiding your gaze. From the corner of your eye you could see Aemond’s frown deepening but you were unsure if it was because of the situation or because of you choosing to look for answers with his brother rather than him.

“They are getting bold.” Aemond replied after a short moment of complete silence.

‘Who the fuck is ‘they’?’

“They are.” Otto replied as his frown deepened, making the wrinkles on his forehead more evident with every passing moment.

The room filled with silence again, you hated the feeling. Everyone knew something but no one bothered to tell you, not even your future husband. Otto turned to Aemond, it was almost as if they could read each other's mind because without Otto having to say a word, Aemond replied.

“Bring the body to my workplace.” 

Then he turned to you.

“We shall walk in gardens together after lunch.”

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After breakfast you had made your way back to your room. Some servants quietly entered the room and helped you in an appropriate walking dress you had brought with you. It was a red dress with black frills, ruffled and ribbons, coincidentally the colours of his family’s banner.

You watched out the window as they dressed you. Your room watched over the Narrow Sea and Blackwater bay. The eerie realisation of being able to see the place where each month a body would be found sent shivers down your spine. The narrow sea was calm, too calm. It was hard to see the water in the first place due to the thick mist lingered over the sea but also the city.

“Do you enjoy the view my lady?” One of the servants asked you in a soft voice. The servant was young, she looked no older than the age of fifteen.

“I suppose.” You replied in the most polite manner you could muster up. Even at home you disliked talking to the servants. Not because you didn’t care for the working class but because you preferred to spend your time alone. You didn’t like the workers coming into your room, your ‘supposedly’ private space. Of course you realised it wasn’t their fault, it was their work after all. Besides, you knew this type of work was better than working in one of the new factories. 

Back in the North where you used to live there weren’t many factories yet. The people were stubborn and preferred their old methods of producing goods. Your father owned one of the few factories in the North. It was located a few miles outside of White Harbor which meant it was near the ports, which is of course good for trading. Houses were already being built around the factory and would most likely fuse together with the city eventually. 

You hated the factories. Your father had taken you once when you were only eight years old and your brother was fourteen years old. You don’t remember much of it but you do remember the heavy feeling you felt when you saw girls your age working the machinery wearing rags and worn out clothes. That day a girl’s hands got stuck in the machinery, apparently it was a normal occurrence. Everything after that was only a vague memory to you. You remembered the blood and how you wailed ever louder than the girl that had gotten into the accident. 

Benjamen had teased you about it for months afterwards. He loved the factory, the economics, the leadership, everything about it. He was to inherit it after all. You remembered him boasting about all the things he would change once it was his. His words did nothing but bring you an uncomfortable feeling. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait for your father to die so he could take over. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when one of the servants started talking to you.

“Excuse me, could you repeat that please?” You asked the servant bashfully, embarrassed about being so deep in thought that your senses were shutting out the outside world.

“Of course, you needn’t be worried about the bodies, my lady. You’re safe in the castle.” One of the older servants said. The younger girl protested in a hushed voice. “But Tayla-”

The older woman sent a death glare at the young girl and she immediately shut her mouth. It dawned upon you that the servants knew things about the castle and the family as well, perhaps even more than your future in-laws. 

“What happened to Tayla?” You bluntly asked the women who were working on your dress. The older woman was busy with your under skirts and ruffles while the young girl was tightening the laces on the back of the dress. You could feel the young girl’s hands stop for a moment before continuing. The older woman stayed silent.

“She went out.” Was all the young girl would reply and secured the laces by tying them together. The older woman glared at the young girl again but continued to work in silence. The information you had gotten wasn’t that useful but at least it was something. Perhaps Aemond would tell you more on the walk, at least, that is what you hoped.

The servants remained silent as they worked on getting you ready. The silence in the room was awkward and you simply continued to stare out of the window. It didn’t take them long to finish and once you were ready they walked you to the garden where Aemond was waiting for you. He was wearing a black outdoor tailcoat where the ends of the coat were aligned with his knees. He was still wearing the dark red vest but you could see his pants more clearly now that he was standing up and not sitting at a table. His pants were neat. They were all black and clearly tailored to fit him perfectly. 

The servants dismissed themselves and left you alone with your soon to be husband. His gaze was striking like always. His sharp jawline and defined cheekbones made him look extremely handsome, even with the scar and the eyepatch. 

You politely nodded and looked to your left- and then your right, noticing the lack of a third person. 

“No chaperone?”

“We are engaged, there is no need for a chaperone my lady.”

Aemond’s bluntly reply and your own mistake had made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Of course the two of you didn’t need to have a chaperone with you on a walk. In fact, the two of you could even hold hands on said walk. 

“Of course, my mistake.” You awkwardly tried to chuckle it off but the tension between the two of you didn’t disappear. 

Aemond offered you his hand in a polite manner. He didn’t speak but it was clear he was trying to be a gentleman. You reluctantly took his hand, internally screaming at the contact. It felt wrong, as if a whole stage of life was skipped. Although arranged marriages weren’t uncommon, most couples still went through a courting phase before getting engaged. You barely even knew this man and yet you were allowed to hold his hand. 

The two of you strode through the misty garden. Barely any flowers grew in it. Not only was the soil salty from the nearby sea, it was also winter. The garden was large though, larger than you had thought. The beginning of the walk was silent, like it had been the night before. 

You walked on his right side again so he could see you properly. When you looked up at him he seemed to be in deep thought. His single violet eyes glanced at you and he finally spoke.

“Have you grown accustomed to the castle?”

“Not yet, it is quite large. I would get lost if i didn’t have someone walking with me.” The two of you stopped to take a look over the city below you. There was a detailed stone wall that separated you and the cliff. The city was covered in mist and it was hard to make out any houses besides the one on the hills and the large structures such as ‘The dragonpit’ and the great sept. Of course, the factories were quite visible as well. The long chimneys spat out a dark black smoke that stained the air. It stood out against the mist and you grimaced.

“What do the factories here produce?” 

“Canned food.”

His reply was bleak and it annoyed you.

“All of them?” You asked him as you let go of his hands to rest yours on the stone wall in front of you. The wind blew softly, it made the ruffles of your dress sway a little but not the entire skirt. You looked at him again and the tail of his coat was also flowing in the wind.

“No. That one over there produces firearms.”

He points at the factory the furthest away. Because of the mist you couldn’t see if it was in- our outside of the city. The thought of such dangerous weapons being built so close to citizens made your stomach churn.

“Do you dislike the factories, my lady?”

The question startled you a little. It wasn’t something you expected him to ask, especially considering your father owned a factory

“It is an eyesore and the working conditions aren’t great. Besides, I doubt those black fumes from the chimneys will do any good in the long run.” 

You saw no point in lying, after all, he was the one that asked. You wouldn’t be surprised if his family owned one, if not all the factories surrounding the city. Something told you he wouldn’t judge you for it. 

Aemond, surprisingly, hummed in agreement.

“They are certainly quite ugly, but they make money. A lot of money.”

He pointed at the furthest factory, the one making firearms. 

“That is the family’s biggest money maker. We trade within the realm but we also export a lot to Essos, specifically the free cities. My elder sister Rhaenyra is to inherit them all, she lives on Dragonstone, but i must’ve told you at dinner already.” He explained and turned his head to study your reaction. 

He hadn’t told you anything at dinner the night priorly. It was Alicent who had filled you in on the current family situation.

“Do you miss her?”

“No.”

An awkward silence fell between the two of you again. Aemond offered his hand again and you took it, less nervous than first. His hand was large and yours fitted comfortably in his. The rest of the gardens were just as dull as the first part was, that was until he led you to a wooded section of the garden. 

It was densely wooded but there was a clear dirt path that led to the middle. It was hard to identify what tree was what species since all the leaves had fallen onto the ground over the past autumn and winter. The leaves that were on the ground were a gross wet mixture of half disintegrated brown leaves. 

“She is invited to our engagement party, father insisted on it.” 

Aemond tried to hide the distain in his voice when he spoke of his sister.

“She and the rest of her family.” He corrected himself with a sigh.

It was silent again. You had to admit you were a bit slow, after all, no one had bothered to inform you about an engagement party. You wondered if your father and brother were invited as well. You turned your gaze up to him and politely smiled.

“I wasn’t aware of an engagement party. When is it?”

Aemond seemed to think for a moment before replying.

“The first day of the second month. That gives us enough time to prepare for…” He trailed off but you knew what he was talking about. He was talking about the next full moon. 

The next time a body would be found. 

“What happened to Tayla?” You were surprised you even managed to ask that question. The one that was eating you up from the inside out since breakfast. 

You and Aemond reached a small cemetery. In the middle stood a large stone tomb with three names on it.

Aegon Targaryen

Visenya Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen 

The two of you stood in silence in front of the tomb. It looked well cared for. The moss growing on it was minimal and the stone was clean. You had seen cemeteries and tombstones before, most were a dark grey with vines and moss overgrowing the stone structures but this one was the complete opposite. 

“I cannot tell you, but you will know, in time.” He replied, his voice was lower than usual. You didn’t like his answer, why couldn’t he just tell you.

“You’re safer if you don’t know about them.”

Another silence fell between the two of you. This one wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward like the others but it felt eerie. His words were sinister and made the hairs on your neck stand up straight. Who was ‘them’. They can’t be good people if they were behind all of these murders. Were they even people?

You had to shake the thought away. Of course they were actual people. The paranormal was only a trick of the mind to fill in the blanks. That is what it was. Even though you tried so hard to shake off the feeling you couldn’t help but feel watched. ‘It is only a trick of the mind. It’s because we’re in a forest and next to a cemetery. It’s because I am not familiar with surroundings.’ You tried to reassure yourself but you couldn’t help but look back over your shoulder. 

There was nothing. Of course there was nothing. You didn’t know what you even expected to be there. The treeline was dark and you were sure if his words had frightened you more you would have imagined the shape of a human or creature somewhere in there. It used to happen quite often when you were a child but now you knew the shapes you saw were just a bunch of unfortunately placed bushes, tree trunks and branches cast in a dark shadow. Hell, if you tried hard enough you could point out at least five trunks that looked like they had someone hiding behind them or standing in front of them. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head, resulting in Aemond giving you a confused look. 

There was no one there. 

So why didn’t the feeling go away?

“Whose tomb is this?”

You asked Aemond, deciding to drop the topic for now to prevent yourself from having nightmares about the possibility of ‘them’.

“My ancestors, the ones who bought ‘The Red Keep’.” He replied, the usual monotone and disinterested tone in his voice was now filled with pride. His face was still neutral, but you noticed a miniscule smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

‘He liked history.’ A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as well when you remembered the conversation of yesterday night.

Perhaps he wasn’t so bad after all.

“They are buried here in this tomb together. The rest of the family rests in the cemetery.” 

He motioned with his hand at the cemetery behind you two. It was quite large and after scanning the graveyard quickly you noticed it was mostly men and their wives that were buried. 

“Where are the sisters of the family?”

“Buried with their husbands on their own land, except Visenya and Rhaenys. They are buried in the tomb..”

You nodded and looked at the gravestones.

‘You’ll lay here one day.’

You shook your head as if you physically tried to shake off the thought.

“Why were Visenya and Rhaenys buried with their brother? Did they not marry at all?” 

Your question made Aemond chuckle softly. He shook his head and looked at you. 

“Visenya and Rhaenys are buried with their husband.” 

Huh?

Huh?

“I don’t think I understand-.” You could feel your cheeks heat up as the blood rushed to your face. It must be a miscommunication, right? You were certain there was no other way. You must’ve interpreted something wrong-

“They married their brother.” Aemond replied calmly. His expression showed no disgust or discomfort, in fact, he seemed to be completely comfortable with the fact his ancestors were siblings.

“Both?! At the same time?” 

“Yes.” 

“To their brother?!” 

Aemond chuckled at the way you expressed your confusion. He nodded to confirm your question. He stepped closer to you and rested his hand on the small of your back. 

If your face wasn’t overheating before it sure did now. You desperately tried to remember all the customs and rules that came with courting, engagement and marriage. Was this even allowed?! You knew the two of you were allowed to hold hands but he had his hand placed on your lower back, were his hand to trail down a little further he would be touching…

You shook away your vulgar thoughts. You didn’t even wish to think of what would happen if he did. He stood so close to you, his hand not moving from its place. He slightly bent down and you could feel his breath on the side of your neck. Even though the weather was cold his breath felt warm. His whole body was warm. 

“I know it must be strange to you, but you have my word that I will explain it when we’re married.” 

All you could do was slowly nod. You were afraid that if you spoke it would sound more like a cracked squeak than an actual human voice. 

The rest of the walk was silent. He had escorted you back to your room so you could get ready for dinner and (unknowingly) leave you alone with your thoughts. You knew these circumstances were just too good to be true. Sure, you had heard of the rumours of the bodies in the water and the incestious ones but you never expected one of them to be actually true. 

You thought you would simply marry an intelligent and rich man and spend your time chasing false rumours to kill time and boredom. But no, now you had to marry this intelligent and devilishly handsome man knowing his ancestors were siblings. Not to mention that your future children will have those ancestors as well.

How in the seven hells were you going to look past this?

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Perhaps it was foolish what you were doing but your curious mind was too restless. You had to know more about his ancestry. He promised he would tell you once the two of you were married, but who knew how far away that would be. Of course, you couldn’t rule out that he was lying. You barely knew the man. 

You walked through the castle in your thin white night dress. It was long and flowing, different than the thicker dresses you were used to when you lived in the North. Still, it was quite cold to be wearing this type of night dress in the winter.

In your left hand was a brass candle holder with a white wax candle in it, the candle was lit and illuminating the dark hallways. The flame flickering made your surroundings seem mystical while you searched for the castle’s library. You knew they had one on the second floor, Aemond had shown you on his tour of the castle. 

Of course, this is a castle you’re walking through, the second floor was enormous and seemed like a maze of endless hallways in the dark. It made you wonder if you could even find it in broad daylight. 

When you turned the corner you noticed a small sliver of light illuminating the stone wall of the castle. Soft, yet clear voices could be heard coming from a room. The light came from a slightly ajar door where two people were clearly holding a private conversation. 

You knew you shouldn’t be snooping around and listening in on conversations, it was rude and intrusive. Yet, your curiosity was untamable. You sneaked closer, careful not to make any sound while the voices became more clear.

“I can’t believe she would refuse like this.”

You knew that voice. It was Alicent, but you weren’t used to the tone she was speaking in. It was snappy and distressed and a few soft sniffles managed to crack through her defences as she spoke. 

“My lady, I advise you to calm down.”

You didn’t know that voice. It was an adult male, that much you could tell. His voice sounded calmer but a small hint of annoyance seeped through.

“She is a spoiled brat. We invite her here and she does nothing.”

Oh gods they weren’t talking about you, right?

“Her father is dying, her younger brother is getting married and yet she refuses to come here.” Alicent continues speaking in the same tone as before. 

Alright, they clearly weren’t talking about you. 

“I am sure she is only busy, my Lady-” “Busy? Busy raising her three bastards to be her heir?” Alicent snapped in anger. You could her a little shuffling in the room and guessed it was Alicent sitting down in a chair or on a sofa. Then heavier footsteps could be heard and the floorboards creaked a little. The urge to look through the small gap of the open door was huge but the fear of getting caught eavesdropping was even bigger so you refrained yourself. 

“My Lady please-” “I don’t want your compassion.” Alicent interrupted the man with another sniffle but couldn’t even finish her sentence before the man interrupted her as well. 

“Alicent..”

First name basis?! He wasn't even her husband!

“..you’re grieving. Today has been hard on you and I suggest you rest. We shall continue our talk about Lady Rhaenyra later, perhaps after Tayla’s funeral.” Neither of the two spoke a word for a few moments but Alicent broke the silence. “Alright. Thank you Ser Criston, your presence and loyalty is a great comfort to me.” Ser Criston? The knight in the white uniform from the day before? You couldn’t stay and think in the hallway much longer when it quickly dawned upon you that they were wrapping up their conversation. As you quietly started to walk away you stepped onto a creaking part of the floor and you swore you would burn all old castles down if you ever managed to get yourself out of this sticky situation. 

Alicent and Ser Criston must’ve heard you because you heard the heavy footsteps of Ser Criston make their way towards the door. You hastily blew out your candle and turned the corner. You could hear his footsteps following you and felt your heartbeat quicken. You had to shake him off one way or another. When you turned another corner you walked into a hallway you were very familiar with. It was the one where Aemond’s room was located. 

Perhaps you could hide out there under the guise of not being able to sleep. When you finally thought you had escaped from Ser Criston you felt a large hand cover your mouth and pull you into a room. You desperately tried to wriggle yourself out of the grip but couldn’t do so until the stranger had closed the door behind the two of you and locked it. 

The room was dark and unlit, the only light seeping in from the windows was the icy moonlight that made the room look creepy. White sheets were thrown over the furniture to prevent the dust build up and it was clear this room wasn’t being inhabited by anyone right now.

When you finally turned around to face the man that had dragged you into the room your mouth slightly went agape in surprise. 

Right before stood Aemond’s eldest brother.

Aegon Targaryen.  

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Taglist: @helaenaluvr @saltedcaramelpretzel @certifiedhaters @imawhorecrux

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #hotd #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut #the house of the dragon

[abeinginsand]

Grant and Marco secret santa gift for @cha1cedony

Participated in a little server gift exchange and wanted to share the art here too :D Image description in Alt and more detailed one below

[ID: Digital art of Grant and Marco from the Dungeons and Daddies podcast. Grant is drawn with freckled pale skin, short curly red hair, and a full beard. Marco has shoulder length black hair, light brown skin, and some facial hair. Both have ear piercings and glasses. The art shows three different scenes in a diagonal from the top right to the bottom left. The top drawing shows the two men in suits having a date night at a white clothed table. Grant has a brown suit while Marco has a blue vest and white long sleeved shirt on. The center shows the husbands holding each other and kissing under a mistletoe. Marco is hugging Grant while his partner has his arms resting on Marco's shoulders. Marco has a green sweater with white stripes while Grant has a red sweater with pink flat stripes and alternating wavy ones. There is a small blue background with snowflakes behind them. The last scene shows Grant holding onto Marco as the two ride Marco's motorcycle. The couple wears matching black coats, blue scarves, and blue gloves. The overall background of the art is white and has two wreaths decorating the top left corner and the bottom right corner. Blue snowflakes, red ribbons, and candy canes colored with the gay pride flag palette decorate the canvas. End ID.]

#marco li wilson #marco li #grant wilson #grant li wilson #dndads #dndads fanart #art #fanart #abeinginsand art tag

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

ooc// hey hey do you have particular designs for these guys' human forms? asking for. reasons (wants to doodle them)

(OOC POST WITH LONG DESCRIPTIONS AHEAD)

HJKOGDK really??? Oh, that's actually really nice thank you!? They don't differ too much from their forms in The Summoning. Wiggly's green tie is gone, he's just in a fully closed varsity jacket (with a green shirt underneath), and his pants are less shiny. He still has his stupid green Converse.

Tinky looks about the same, too, minus the goggles. He is blindingly yellow, and I love that for him. Nibbly's hair isn't fully pink, but blond. It's just dyed (almost fully) pink - a very rich, vibrant color. Blinky's also the same but has striped purple and black leggings and normal purple tennis shoes (none of them are getting platform boots here).

Pokey...is, you guessed it, not that different. His pants are a slightly lighter shade of blue and his jacket is more like a light sweater. All of them are missing the fur on their outfits (Pokey's collar/sleeves, Tinky's vest which is covering the reflective strips, but not Blinky's hoodie pocket since he has swag like that).

None of them have additional accessories yet?! (crown, sunglasses, lollipop, beret, mask, etc.) and Nibbly doesn't have his arm warmers or visor.

Reference image used (if needed):

(Also a certain fwiendy-wend may be getting crutches soon, you can choose if you want to include those)

(I am EXTREMELY sorry if this is too much information! I just have a lot to say about how they look. I would appreciate a sketch immensely and thank you for the offer!!)

#Out of character post #Out of character #VERY ooc #Character description #the lords in black #Hatchetverse

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Young Buck and Christopher -Parallels

Chris looks like Buck; they have the same hair color and type (blonde/brown and curly) and they both have blue eyes.  If someone didn’t know them and they saw Buck, Eddie and Chris together, it would be easy for them to assume that Buck is Chris’ biological father.  It’s clearly not a coincidence that Chris looks like Buck and Buck looks like Bobby because Bobby is Buck’s found dad and Buck is Chris’ second dad/legal guardian.

In addition to them looking alike, Buck’s and Chris’ lives parallel in a lot of other ways too.  Several of Chris’ experiences have been direct parallels with Young Buck’s experiences and their clothing was either identical or similar with minute differences like the color of their shirts or the length of their shirts’ sleeves. Whenever Chris’ experiences were direct parallels to Young Buck’s; Buck was present with Eddie or by himself in the role of Chris’ second dad.

It’s interesting there were multiple Young Buck scenes included in 4x5 but there haven’t been any Young Eddie scenes included in any episodes over the past four and a half years even though there were opportunities for them to be included in 3x15 “Eddie Begins” and in 5x17 “Hero Complex”.  If there wasn’t enough time in 3x15, there was plenty of time in 5x17 when Eddie went to El Paso, TX because there were opportunities for at least two flashback scenes of Young Eddie to have been included in that episode but there weren’t any.  One flashback could have been included when Eddie explained the way Ramon told him to be the “man of the house” at the age of 10.  Or they could have included a flashback of Young Eddie trying to drive Ramon’s truck after Helena went into labor but no scenes were included regarding that instance either.

Karen told Hen in 5x17, “Once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence and three times is a pattern” and Athena told Eddie in 6x7 “Cursed”, “You know what I believe in even less than a curse? Coincidence”. Therefore it’s probably not a coincidence that Chris looks like Buck and a lot of their childhood experiences including the clothing they wore are parallels.  It’s not a coincidence that Buck was present for Chris’ experiences that paralleled with his and it’s also not a coincidence that there haven’t been any childhood scenes of Eddie included in episodes that were about him.  It appears these parallels are patterns because they keep happening.  Will there be more parallels of Buck and Chris in 6B? Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.

Parallels – Clothing and Experiences

GIFs 1 & 2: Young Buck’s and Chris’ shirts were both long sleeved and striped when Buck was learning to ride a bike for the first time but he fell off and got injured while Chris was with Buck on the pier before the Tsunami hit.  Buck’s shirt in 4x5 “Buck Begins” was blue with yellow, navy and light blue stripes while Chris’ shirt in 3x2 “Sink or Swim” was yellow with blue, brown and white stripes.

GIFs 3 & 4: Young Buck’s and Chris’ t-shirts were identical in style but they were different colors.  Buck’s t-shirt in 4x5 was navy blue with a red collar and red sleeves while Chris’ t-shirt in 2x2 “7.1” was blue/gray with a green collar and green sleeves. Buck wasn’t present when Eddie took Chris to school before the earthquake but Buck drove Eddie to pick Chris up from school at the end of 2x3 “Help is Not Coming” and Chris was still wearing the same shirt.

GIFs 5 & 6: Young Buck and Chris both wanted to learn how to skateboard, they both got injured during the process and their shirts were similar.  Buck’s shirt in 4x5 was gray with navy blue and white stripes and it was short sleeved while Chris’ shirt in 3x12 “Fools” was red with black and white stripes with long sleeves.  Both Eddie and Buck were at the park after they built Chris an adaptable skateboard so that he could ride it.

GIFs 7 & 8: In 4x5, Young Buck’s hair was long blonde and curly and he wore a gray t-shirt underneath his blue jacket while in 5x11 “Outside Looking In” Chris’ hair was also long brown/blonde and curly and his t-shirt was gray too.  Buck was sitting across the table from Eddie and Chris while they were eating dinner.

GIFs 9 & 10: Young Buck’s hair was long, blonde and curly in 4x5 and Chris’ hair in 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” was still long, blonde/brown and curly.  Chris called Buck while Eddie was having a mental breakdown and Buck rushed over to Eddie’s house.  After he arrived, he checked on Chris first then he broke down Eddie’s bedroom door and entered to help him.

GIFs 11 & 12: Young Buck wore a blue t-shirt in 4x5 while he ate cereal and Chris wore a navy blue-t-shirt while he ate cereal for breakfast in 4x14 “Survivors” as he sat across the table from his second dad, Buck.  Buck was taking care of Chris while Eddie was in the hospital.

GIFs 13 & 14: Young Buck was upset after Maddie told him she was leaving in 4x5, his t-shirt was gray and he got on his bike and left because he was upset. Chris’ t-shirt was light blue in 4x8 “Breaking Point” and he became upset after Eddie told him that he was dating again.  Chris did the same thing Buck did in 4x5, he left and went to Buck’s loft because he thought someone was going to leave him again. Both Buck and Chris left when they were upset.

GIF 15: Buck and Chris wore the same color shirts (Buck wore a white t-shirt and a blue button-down with grey stripes in it and Chris wore a gray t-shirt with white stripes and blue sleeves) in 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” while Eddie wore a tan shirt which is one of his signature colors that he wears when he’s with his family.

All previous blog posts that relate to this post have been reblogged and are currently located at the top of my blog right after the Quick Reference Guide.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 meta #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

Pumpkin picking

Sooo this is the fic ive been working on!! It's a silly lil huntlow/hexsquad fic that takes place the day before TTT!! Also it's my first fic posted here, so don't be too harsh pls

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"So, are we there yet?"

"Hunter, this is your third time asking", Amity sighed. "However, are we there yet?"

"Yeah, it's right over this hill!" Luz said. "But i wanna do a dramatic reveal, so you have to climb up the hill first, and i'll show you and you all will gasp!"

"Whatever makes you happy", Amity said. She hasn't seen Luz smiling much in the past couple of weeks, but this brought her so much joy, so Amity didn't mind some theatrics.

Luz stood on the top of the hill, covering most of the field beside it with her arms and body. She was wearing a red shirt with some bats, a black denim jacket, a pair of black shorts, her usual white boots and unmatched striped socks. It was pretty warm for Gracefield that autumn, so she took advantage of that. Luz watched her friends line up in front of her and took a good look at them - they all decide to wear halloweeny outfits for the ocasion.

Amity was wearing and orange turtleneck, a black skirt with buttons and black heeless shoes. She tucked her hair back with a headband, Sabrina Spellman-style, and looked determined(and extremely beautiful). Gus stood next to her, and he was practically shaking with excitement. He dressed up in an orange sweatshirt with a pumpkin face drawn on it, a pair of black jeans and black converse shoes. Hunter slightly calmed Gus by putting his hand on his shoulder. Hunter himself was wearing an orange shirt with another white long-sleeved shirt under it, light blue jeans and a pair of red crocks, which looked horrendous, but Luz was happy that Hunter was discovering his fashion sence(even if it's awful). Willow, who was standing beside him, was rocking a long black dress with many layers. She tied her hair into a small ponytail, and, for some reason, her footwear of choice was a pair of yellow rubber boots. Luz perfectly knew the energy that was sparking between Willow and Hunter - these two, for sure, wanted to hold hands, but couldn't bring themselves to do it. Vee was absent - she said something about dishes to wash, but Luz was pretty sure it was her strange secret fear of pumpkins.

"A-a-and, you can look!", Luz put her hands down, and the gang saw a field of pumpkins.

"This is not as exciting as i expected..." Hunter said.

"This is just as exciting as i expected!", Gus yelled.

"Okay, first we need to split! I'm going with Amity and Gus," Luz said with a sly smile. "And Hunter is going with Willow! Okaythatsitthelastonetogettothefieldisaloser!"

After blurting it out, she grabbed Amity's and Gus' hands and ran down the hill. Hunter and Willow rushed after them. They gave up almost immediately and decided to walk slowly and take their time.

The first minutes alone with Willow were awkward. Her eyes were so green, full of confusion and wonder. She had a beautiful smile on her face. All the orange around them highlighted her black dress. All Hunter could think about is how much he wanted to hold her hand. And all he did was trying to stare at pumpkins, not at her.

But then she said:

"Look, this pumpkin looks exactly like our abomination teacher did after we beat their team at flyer derby!"

That just made Hunter burst out laughing and broke the tension.

"Can we not choose this one then? That guy creeped me out. Maybe we should take that one that looks like a coffee cup."

"A cup of pumpkin spice latte!"

"Exactly!"

"I love pumpkin spice," Willow said, hiding her eyes away. "Maybe we should get some someday. Like, um, just the two of us..."

Hunter knew what that meant - Luz watched all those crappy romcoms all the time, and when one character wanted to date another character, this is exactly what they said. This meant a lot.

Willow wanted to date him.

Willow wanted to date him!

This thought filled Hunter's entire mind and heart. His face was so red he was sure it's actually on fire. Panic overtook him, and the best he could do is say:

"Yea...um...i need to go to...wash my flowers and...sorry..."

He walked away, slowly at first, but then just started running.

What was he running from? A girl he really, really likes liked him back... Maybe that actually was the reason. No one's ever looked at him like Willow. No one talked to him like her - like she knew everything about him, and accepted all of him. And that novelty was scary, even though Hunter knew that-

He tripped and fell on his face. Great. Absolutely what he needed right now.

"Oh my titan, dude, you found the best one!"

It was Gus' voice. Hunter turned around and saw Luz, Amity and Gus. The latter was holding the pumpkin Hunter tripped on.

"I totally agree!" Amity said. "It's big, and tough, and just the right color!"

Willow reached the group. "Does anyone want to ask Hunter if he's okay, guys?"

"I'm fine", Hunter replied. He looked at Willow, who was so worried about him, and still cared deeply about him even after he ran from her, and added: "And yes. I'd love to go with you very much."

"Go...Where?" Luz said, confused.

"It's a long story," Hunter said. He stood up. "Let's grap this pumpkin and head home."

Him and Willow were holding hands the entire trip back.

#not art #the owl house #toh #the owl house fanfiction #the owl house fanfic #toh fanfiction #huntlow fanfiction #huntlow fic #winter fic #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #hunter wittebane #huntlow #hunter x willow #winter

[blazenfire223]

[ID in undercut]

Days 6-8

Day 6.

3 witches of the rev au on a coffee break.

This is supposed to be Zaraphim's kitchen. Backgrounds are hard, and colors are too.

Day 7- Weapon

David/Anza- chibiq122 on insta

(Anza is a fusion of Ana and Bun)

Raphael/Azazel- ish7ar on insta

Zaphikiel- windmogica on insta

Day 8. Mushroom

Eden with some mushrooms they collected!

[ID 1/5: A digital illustration of Zaraphim, Madame Tracy, and Anathema, the 3 witches of the Rev AU. They're sitting in Zaraphim's kitchen drinking coffee and tea together. There are various things on the table like gens, crystals, stones, and cards. Zaraphim is leaning back in their chair, tipping it on two legs. There is a green carpet under the table. Tracy and Zaraphim are wearing Witch hats. Zaraphim is wearing a grey dress with a muted green corset vest and brown boots, blue earings, blue hair peice, pink sunglasses. Tracy is wearing a dark greenish blue dress with a light green stripe at the bottom, a pearl necklace, and bright red heels. Anathema is wearing a light blue shirt, a dark greenish blue skirt, dark brown boots, and grey compression sleeves. In the background is a fridge, oven, cookie jar, some higher up pantries, coffee maker, paper towels, and a potted plants. There are also vines that grow along the wall of the kitchen. /End ID]

[ID 2/5: One traditional page of 3 Reverse AU weapons. The top is Ario's sword which looks most like a scimitar. The blade is curved and has a golden guard and a wooden hilt with a gold bulb at the end, the pummel. Next is David's spear. David, belongs to @chibiq122 and his spear made of gold from heaven's gates. It has a sharp triangular tip with two curving spikes just below the arrow head and a dark redish purple cloth attached to the end. Next if Zaphikiel's Katana. Zaphikiel, an angel Crowley who belongs to @windmogica, had a golden katana with a gold circular guard and red and white hilt with gold studs. End ID]

[ID 3/5: A traditional page of 3 Reverse AU weapons. The top is Anza's whip. Anza is a fusion of Ana and Bun, both characters that belong to @chibiq122. Anza's whip is a combination of a magic want with a bunny on one end of the want and then a flower that blooms into a string of web silk. Towards the end of the whip it branches off into 3 other strings with hearts at the end. The design very inspired by Amethyst's whip from Steven Universe. The next weapon is Azazel's sword. Azazel belongs to @ish7ar. It is a long blue sword with the blue eye of a goat as the guard and a dark blue grip with a light blue pummel. Surrounding that eye are 6 spikes, 3 spikes on each side of the eye. The final sword is Raphael's sword, specifically @ish7ar's Raphael. Their sword is gold and has a dark redish grip, a guard that goes out and points down on both sides, and an orange-yellow gem stone as the pummel. /End ID]

[ID 4/5: A traditional illustration of Eden. They are looking down in a basket full of mushrooms with a grin. They're wearing a green sweater and glasses with beads of bugs, circles, and hearts attached on a string around their neck to keep the glasses from getting lost. /End ID]

[ID 5/5: The prompt list. /End ID]

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #blazenfire223 #blazenfire223's art #good omens art stuffs #ineffablerevautober #good omens reverse au #madame tracy #anathema device #star weaver au #bun and dove au #gone omens #bastard omens

[noodlesnovember]

Help a disabled trans guy get on hrt!!

Hello! I'm finally able to go on hrt without my parents involved but I still need to save up $610 for it, I am unable to work and don't qualify for disability aid so I've got $5+ PWYW commissions open! The link to the form is in my description

please consider reblogging this, especially if you can't buy, it would mean the world to me, I dont know how long I can keep going without this

[image ID:

First image: A furry purple dragon with a few blue stripes, patches of yellow scales, medium length green hair on half of its head and big green scales on stars belly and along the front of its back leg. It is smiling, showing its pointy yellow teeth, head tilted towards its tail, stars got its left front leg up as to highlight some text. The text is separated into two yellow bubbles, one is darker and has wiggly edges and reads: PWYW comms in bubble text, PWYW is colored in a gradient between an orange and a muted light blue. The other is lighter and reads: help me get on hrt!!. There is also an even lighter colored bubble in the top right corner on the other side of the dragon's head which reads: $5+ in another bubble form. They are against a darker and more saturated green than the dragon background.

Second image: A step by step guide to the commission process. It is titled The Process at the top, under it are a series of 4 sketched out simulated text messages which each have arrows pointing at them with more information about that step. The first one is pointing to a letter icon to the left which is labeled you, it contains a sketch of a more detailed message which contains an image of a somewhat alien looking little guy with a button up shirt with short sleeves subtitled blorbo.png and reads: - He is silly (x$). It is labeled 1 in a small circle under its point. Its arrow reads: request trough artistree. It has a subpoint which reads: include reference images, how much youre paying, and optionally a bit about the character/s you want drawn (I may simplify them! let me know if you don't want that and/or any details I should keep). The second one is pointing at a sketch of the character in my profile picture, a guy with a short mohawk and mullet hybrid hairstyle and pointed ears grinning. It reads: I will draw him. Its arrow reads: commission approval. It has a subpoint which reads: I will look through your request and approve it or ask additional questions. It is labeled 2 in a small circle under its point. The third one is pointing to the left and reads: payment and has a money bag icon after it. Its arrow reads: payment through your preferred payment method. The third one is pointing to the right and contains an image of the little guy smiling so wide with his tongue out holding up two peace signs with his hands that are pointing slightly downwards. Its arrow reads: finished piece in 1-2 days.

Third image: A full body drawing of a thin, extremely pale person facing right and shakily holding up a too-big sword. They have shoulder length dark brown hair, a panicked expression and several scars across their face. He is wearing a skin tight black turtleneck and leggings and some large beige short sleeves and a small skirt of the same material under a darker beige chest piece that is attached with leather straps over his shoulders and has a simple circular pattern and a big belt holding everything in place. It is also wearing chunky leather gloves and some plain but still fancy leather heeled boots.

Fourth image: A knee up drawing of a fat, tan bird person holding up her wings which have a set of three talon looking fingers on the end of her wing arms. She has a big nose and a little bit of facial hair, upper back length deep blue hair which goes over her right eye and a slightly wing looking bunch of feathers where her ear would be. She is smiling and looking to her left although she is facing to her right. She is wearing a light yellow tank top with a stylized wing design that is mostly hidden by her left wing and some somewhat oversized darker yellow shorts. Her wings and tail feathers are a colorful mix of blues, with a very light, almost white yellow and a darker, less saturated brown.

Fifth image: A sketchy waist up painting of an aquatic bat like creature that has a bit of a horse like head, smiling with some pointy teeth poking out and holding its left paw up to say hi. It is a desaturated blue with some darker blue markings on its shoulders and a desaturated yellow circular marking with a thinner more saturated, lighter blue around it. It has a wooly mane and a purple heart shaped nose with yellow stripes above it. Its ears are circular with purple insides and have a wooly tuft in them. It has glowing blank white eyes with gills under them on its cheeks as well as an antenna with a drop shaped bright blue glowing tip. Its paw is clawed with a grippy texture and some bluer webbing between the fingers, there are three yellow stripes below it, on its arm and a darker purple bat wing like membrane with yellow stripes coming from it to the side.

Sixth image: A lineless drawing of a dark greyish blue dog like creature wearing a lab coat facing left and smiling unnaturally wide, revealing some pure white pointy teeth and a faint neon green glow coming from inside its mouth. The fur at the top of xes head is slicked back and has a neon green stripe. Its ears are pointed up and are the same green inside of them. Xe's got three drop shaped markings around its glowing green eye with a white pupil, and another bigger drop shaped glowing green marking on the base of xes neck. Its nose is also green.

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#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #disabled artist #trans artist #illustration #oc artist #fanartist #art commisions #art commissions open #art comms open #emergency commissions #has id

[shmilestprower]

Hello Guest: Sometimes Conversation Is A Raven Nest

Part of my Hello Neighbor story, we learn more about the Guest in this headcanon and the story.

Mr. Peterson glared at the creature in front of him, not in the slightest bit. Did he like it, Peterson was a 50 year old man with a well trimmed mustache, always curled at each side. His hair was brown, but near to greying. Forming a swirl at the top, wearing a yellow shirt, with a stain on it. The stain was unspecified. Theodore had green, piercing eyes staring at the thing. He had a strong cheekbones, something his childhood self never possessed. And he had a round chin, an swirl on his chin. He had grown a stubble, as he was older.

Peterson had thick, arching eyebrows. Which gave him an intimidating appearance, and they pointed straight downwards, to his nose. His unusual head has numerous wrinkles and creases on his forehead. The mustached man also wore thick, and greasy rubber gloves. Of a black color. He wore a blue diamond patterned vest, with a argyle style. The very small part, the comprising material of his shirt was a rain-resistant material. The edges of the vest are dark blue and ridged, while the diamonds are a lighter blue. There are white dotted lines crossing the vest as part of its pattern. Theodore's pants are an orange color with darker orange stripes, and his shoes are black and white sneakers.

"Explain your actions, especially after you possessed MY son. And chased me." The black sheep of Raven Brooks asked, adjusting his collared shirt.

"Theodore, relax. I think you and I can speak, whilst we remain civil."

The creature in front of him ironically looked somewhat similar, but vastly different, beefier. Wearing a purple, dirty dark striped sweater with a red pocket on the front. The top, inside this pocket was a tissue. There was the presence of yellow stitching, around the armpit area, as if somebody created the sweater. The sweater had light red sleeves with lines on them, the sleeves were significantly dirtier than one expected. However they were incredibly dirty, one could not tell if they were red or orange. In opposite of Mr. Peterson's muscular form, and limbs. The creature had lanky limbs. Wearing, similar gloves. But shredded, the fingers resembled talons of a raven or a crow. And these gloves have dirt on him. It wore brown lined pants, with black shoes with yellow laces and soles. However, as one would expect. Because of the body shape. The entity had lankier limbs. The hood was pulled past the head, and for a face. Was a raven beak, resembling wood, but if you were stupid enough to touch the beak, it was certainly organic. The figure wore a black, hooded cloak. Held together by a circular clasp, with an eye symbol. Theo knew the symbol all too well. Forest Protectors. However as a man could not think the same way a insect could, one would wrongfully think this cloak is brown.

The Guest. The Raven Man, the mysterious urban legend of Raven Brooks. Who had existed for ages, a demonic supernatural entity. And dealmaker who had complete control over Raven Brooks. Some doubted his existence, because Raven Man, Raven Brooks. However this simply didn't deter the mind of believers or conspiracy theorists.

Beside the creature were three men, wearing black hooded figures, with hundreds of feathers attached to their cloaks. They had their hoods up, obscuring their head, and they wore white, curved beak masks. Resembling a plague doctor mask from medieval times. These figures also wore long black gloves with claws. Forest Protectors.

Peterson knew why they wore these raven like costumes. Because they worshipped The Guest, and sacrificed people to him. Representing his legend and existence through the cloaks.

"I merely gave your son an opportunity, one he should have been grateful for, an escape from that prison you hold him in." The beaked creature said. His voice was full of envy and greed, contempt. He didn't speak by words, but spoke with telepathy. As his beak didn't move. Ethereal and sadism, but with multiple voices. Of various emotions and feelings. Giving the Guest an unearthly way of speaking. The legend lacked eyes, but he could still see Theodore.

Mr. Peterson rubbed his stubble, listening to the demon speaking. Having to hear multiple voices and emotions at once was annoying, but he had the opportunity to question The Guest. "You think it was an opportunity? One you think Aaron should be grateful for, I know you. You don't play kid games. You tried linking my son to a curse."

"I thought you humans knew the meaning of sacrifice. Do you not know the meaning of "it's for the greater good?" The bird-like beast laughed. His laughter echoing in Theo's mind. The crow creature adjusted his cloak, as he stared. Eagerly waiting.

"So. What are you, trying to make me understand the weight of my actions? I'm no saint, as I have framed Nicky. I have kidnapped him, buried my own daughter in my backyard. And chase anyone I see off my property. Kept Aaron locked in the basement to protect himself from the authorities, if so. You're just making me think different things." The neighbor stared, he didn't care about The Guest. Nor did he care about the cult. The bird society and it's God was like a thorn in his side. He had mixed emotions about The Guest, he loathed him. But he also feared him.

A chuckle of multiple voices, laughing with sadism could be heard, the mustached man clenched his gloved fist. As he didn't find that funny. "Way worse. I may be enforcing and influencing someone's thoughts. But it's actually to torture, haunt and break you." Theodore stared, sternly. Holding a pitchfork at the creature. He shook with a small bit of fear, but kept his composure. Clearly determined.

"It does not matter what I was taking, if I'm lonely, because you don't appreciate it, don't deserve it, or if you love it. What matters is, those who or what is taken. Isn't destroyed, grew distant from or even died. They are gone."

"Right, like making a kid linked to your cult and possessing him is good, you're nothing without bad luck." The man said, sarcastically.

"I might be, I could be a lot of things. Small things, big things. It doesn't matter. What matters is what I'm becoming, little Theo. I'm the monster; I'm the monster that manifests when you think your God takes away your crops, I'm the monster that takes away what you don't deserve. I'm your life's betrayal." The Raven Man claimed it was life's betrayal, one of the Forest Protectors wanted to kill Peterson here and now. But the Guest held him off.

"Why not kill me anyways, instead of being a clown? And not going with your word?"

"New toys to play with. Torture, despair. DEATH! Taking what you don't deserve. As much as I wish I could take credit, your wife wasn't my work. But I did see it."

This set off the green eyed, and suspicious man. He rose from his seat, his well built frame rising up. As The Guest cawed. Peterson was increasingly frustrated.

"Do not bring up Diane into this. Or Mya. But there are kids. I have to deal with, they are trying to send me to prison again."

"Oh, you think you can negotiate with me? I give the word, and my Ravens pay a visit to your son. At a certain house. Consider your position very carefully, Theodore. Because you are not with the power."

He took in the Guest's words. Mr. Peterson didn't at all want Aaron dying by the Forest Protectors, especially after such a threat like that. But he chuckled. Which caught The Guest by surprise. "Maybe I need your help more than you do, feeding off bad luck." A laugh, with opportunity. The Guest turned to Gordon Cleave, a 6'1 blonde man with fierce brown eyes, wearing a brown suit. Cleave also had a tooth pick in his mouth and turned to the Forest Protectors.

"And just, what did I tell you about him? Bold mindset. How have you lived like that? Especially when I and a representation of your guilt attack you?! Your mind and head is mine. Alright. Deal. Help you get rid of Trinity, and Aaron is my host." The Guest referenced The Thing, the representation of Nicky's fears and Theo's guilt.

"Deal." Mr. Peterson shook hands with The Guest, as he warned the creature. Giving it a cold look.

"I will warn you, only once. This is solely a partnership and business. No emotion." The bird like creature warned him.

"I am aware."

Mr. Peterson walked out of the catacombs, and sewers. Heading back to his house. Whilst the Guest transformed into a Raven and flew off to the Forest.

#theodore peterson #mr peterson #the guest #hello neighbor #hello neighbor 2 #hello guest #hello neighbor vr spoilers

[takeyourcyanide]

A Sense of Calm Before the Inevitable Storm

(Soul Eater Fanfiction)

A feeling akin to boredom, of which few could truly comprehend.

He felt as though his very existence was esoteric, a rebellion of some sort. This boredom, this certain dissatisfaction with the banality that surrounded him constantly buzzed within his mind. It led him to chase incessantly after even the tiniest bursts of dopamine, adrenaline, and curiosity. This pursuit of curiosity and his own, often drastic desires is something of which he was never a stranger to. Even as a small, young child, despite the fact that small, young children are meant to be innocent and sweet creatures. This ultimately left him entirely alone, something of which he never once minded.

Staring into his washroom mirror, he contemplated deeply his humanity, just as it seemed many had already. What he sees within the mirror is, though familiar, distant. Unreal. He is aware that this body is meant to be “his”, of course, but is still left to ponder the validity of that supposed “fact”. His eyes appeared so unbelievably misplaced from the body he peered at, seemingly belonging to the likings of a bloated corpse, as opposed to a live human with blood still coursing through its veins.

Despite his being lost in thought, he acknowledged the fact that it would be best to move on from his dimly lit washroom. He moved to his computer screen, of which had been long ago placed upon his desk inside of the office area of his laboratory, of which, too, is particularly dark. Within his PC were hundreds upon hundreds of files worth of scientific research and general

inquires. In his current state of mind, he practically felt utterly nothing towards his dedication to the sciences. For he recognizes that where there is man, he does not belong, even within the scientific community, in the end. Laws and regulations will always be oppressing.

He has his head resting upon his keyboard, a seemingly endless string of numbers and letters being accidentally typed into the bar in which one is meant to enter their password. His body feels heavy and fatigued, even simply twitching is a cumbersome task to carry out. After all, it takes all of his energy to exhibit the amount of self control that he must every single day, and has every single day for his entire life.

He hears little whispers every so often, the product of a tired and drowsy mind, surely. Hopefully. The creaking of the doors to his living quarters/laboratory stir him from his floaty, dazed, dream-like state of mind. The woman has returned now. She had blonde hair that fell, quite prettily, just a few centimeters past her shoulders. Her light brown eyes squinted as she struggled and strained to see in the dark, distantly viewing the burning and piercing light of his monitor. The woman adorned a black, long sleeved shirt, of which had something akin to a v-neck style collar, with the actually collar standing slightly tall. The shirt was corset like in the waist. She wore a long skirt of a matching black, only with golden stripes on the sides. This all being paired with a pair of gray heels. A considerably odd pairing.

“Franken?”

Her voice, whilst gentle, felt a bit grating on his ears in his current state of mind. Despite this, he almost didn’t mind it, as her voice sometimes assisted him in distracting himself from his thoughts and crippling desire to smoke a fine cigarette.

She entered the room.

“Stein? What are you doing lying there? Are you all right?” She inquired, eyes giving away her clear concern. Stein can hardly bother to lift his head, though he tries his best to at the very least position his eyes in such a way that he can see more than her shoes, and the bottom half of her skirt. “I’m fine, Marie.” He replies, voice dripping in misery, tiredness, and emptiness. Upon hearing this clear lie escape his mouth, she lifted her fingers to run them delicately through his bangs, in order to uncover his green, dull eyes. His body subsequently tensed for a brief moment under her tender touch. Marie simply decided upon continuing the act of thinning her lithe fingers through his hair.

The act itself felt intimate. A common affectionate gesture used in this context to utter feelings that could not be conveyed. She knew that she could not fully understand his suffering, but was content to remain patient. He wanted to express whatever small amount of gratitude he hoped was there, as a man who could not feel regular human emotions as regular humans do. He at the very least found her desire to at least attempt to understand him endearing.

‘He seems to enjoy this,’ she notes, happily. Though the struggles he bears and the boredom he faces remains evident on his visage, his body felt, if only just the slightest bit, less tense.

And for a few tranquil minutes, they remain silent.

That is, until…

“Marie?”

“Yes?”

“I want- no… I need to dismember you. I’m not sure how much I longer I can continue like this.”

The voice- the way in which he speaks and sounds is utterly indescribable. You can hardly tell he is even alive.

His face - his appearance… so incredibly disheveled. He almost looks as though he’s experienced shell shock of some kind - or even perhaps endured great trauma, all within the span of one day.

She only continues to graciously run her fingers through his hair, and gently caress and scratch his scalp.

He hums in response. The hum reverberates lightly against his throat.

A sense of calm before the inevitable storm that awaited them.

#soul eater #dr stein #marie mjolnir #Franken stein #depersonalization #derealization #hallucinations #boredom #cigarette

[electriczayre]

RAHHHHHHHH TAKE MY SWAP PPMV DESIGNS (sorry no una </3 she's bapy and i wanted to focus on the adults with the swaps)

(edit: tumblr why did u format the post that way. i didnt ask you to do that. anyway fixed it)

design notes under cut

Flower (Right as Rain):

• Based on Flower's v4 design, for no particular reason other than it seemed fitting

• Patches aren't really shown, but instead of the daisy(?) patch it's a black tulip!

• sports bra/crop top thing goin on bc slay

• shorts and boots largely the same as box flower

• bandana tied around right arm, and bandages on left (can be over or under the jacket sleeve ig since they're for aesthetic)

• fingerless gloves :]

• i wanted to give round goggles bc i thought it would fit Flower, almost going for a steampunk type thing with the round goggles

Flower (Sabotage)

• used v3 because her look RADIATES ghost energy. like look at her. absolute queen

• corset has a heart design in the middle <3

• choker connected to mesh shirt under the corset

• big jacket !!! like the original Sabotage

• her black skirt is plain like Better Off Worse v3's skirt but tbh it could work with box v3's skirt design too

• boots same as box

• not shown, but her "ghost color" is purple :>

Po-uta (Sabotage)

• due to being Dead tm, his hair is light on the top where his roots are! the bottom is dyed yellow

• he wears a golden heart locket necklace

• black turtleneck sweater bc. Po-uta and sweaters yk

• oversized cardigan instead of whatever typa jacket Sabotage Len has goin on bc it's more Po-uta-core

• tighter fitting pants than box Po-uta, but with the cool pockets still. shoes are mostly the same as box Po's

• his "ghost color" is either yellow (or possibly will change to a similar blue to Right as Rain Po's sweater - depending on if i can pull off a shade of yellow or not)

Po-uta (Better Off Worse)

• his roots have grown out real long bc of lack of management of his hair :(

• he wears a big comfy oversized sweater - probably jade green

• boxer shorts under the sweater

• he wears a triple necklack thingy thing

• his long socks are cat themed bc i think Po likes cute things

Len (Better Off Worse)

• his hair's a bit longer! also bc of lack of management

• his hair is also YELLOW bc he is alive ! though perhaps at the ends it's dyed teal

• he wears a sort of muscle tee with white stripes on the sides

• he gets arm warmers to represent whatever the heck those arm things are on box len. socks are also representative of the leg things

Len (Right as Rain)

• Easily the closest in energy to box Len out of the original Sabotage and my Better Off Worse design. Still the same age as Sabotage (which is to say, unspecified but a young adult)

• Hair tufts rounder, made to kinda look like feathers

• stubby ponytail = less hair to get in the way when flying

• bass cleff patch instead of daisy patch

• the jacket sleeves kinda puff out to mimic box len's armwear, and the patches are meant to look like the tech on them

• big socks with design meant to mimic box len's legwear with the tech

• shorts and shoes similar to box len

• yellow hair!!! and goggles similar to the original Right as Rain Po-uta

• teal turtleneck sweater

Extra Note: I wanted to keep some consistency across characters and roles!

• each Flower has a choker and boots

• each Po has a necklace and some sort of sweater

• each Len has armwear/legwear

• each Right as Rain has the goggles and jacket

• each Sabotage has a big jacket and flowy, open bottom of the design

• each Better Off Worse has the shorts and long socks

#vocaloid #vocacmyk #vflower #v4 flower #po uta #kagamine len #circusp cmyk #electricart

[omgsquee2001]

Chapter 1: Romance Dawn: Part 1

East Blue Sea, present day

Somewhere, in the East Blue Sea, a small boat with two females sitting in it drifted along the waves. The first female had long, brown hair pulled into a Dutch side braid. She wore a olive green, short sleeve crop top and tan cargo pants. Her heterochronic turquoise and brown eyes stared into the water. Her hand drifted through the waves. She sighed in boredom. The second female was sitting on one of the benches and watched the younger female. She had short, neck length orange hair. She wore a white, short sleeve shirt, black shorts, and two orange striped stockings, one pulled down to fold over her shoes. 

"If you're bored, then go for a swim." The orange haired female, Nami said. The brown haired female, Raya, shrugged her shoulders. 

"Nah. Going for a swim doesn't sound to fun." Raya said. Nami tilted her head a bit. 

"It's been a while since you have. Didn't you say when you were younger that if you didn't you would die?" Nami asked. Raya rolled her eyes. 

"I was being dramatic. You should know to never trust the word of a child. I wouldn't die die, I just, sure wouldn't be living," Raya said. She sat up with a sigh and rested her arms against the edge of the boat. "Besides. We need the two of us for this plan to work." She said. Nami chuckled. 

"Oh please. We both know that I'm the brains of this operation. If you went for a swim now, I guarantee you would be able to catch up with me in about thirty minutes." Nami said. Raya gave a smile, two pointed canine teeth showing amongst the rest of her regular teeth. 

"It's also the fact that I don't want to." She said. Raya's smile fell. She sniffed the air. Nami's smile fell and she leaned forward, looking at her sister. 

"What? What do you smell?" Nami asked. Raya looked at her sister. 

"Engage plan "Kick some unfortunate pirate ass"." Raya said. Nami nodded. The two lay down in the boat, trying to look as exhausted as possible. They heard the familiar sound of water hitting another boat as it approached. Nami opened her eyes and looked up. A small pirate ship sailed along side their boat. There were two males in the ship. One light skinned male and another dark skinned male. 

"There's people in there. Let's get closer." One of the men said. Nami leaned up, pretending to look desperate. Nami gripped the edge of the boat. 

"Help me!" She cried out, sounding exhausted. She quickened her breath to sell the act. Raya sat up, but fell back, leaning her head against the edge of the boat. "Water. Please. My sister and I need water." Nami begged. 

"Oh, you and your sister are in luck, sweetheart. We're all the help you'll need." The first male said. 

"Our crew, was attacked by pirates. We barley managed to make it out alive." Nami said. Raya opened her eyes slightly and moved her eyes up. She noticed a skull and cross bones with a big, red nose in the middle. 

"Pirates you say?" The second male asked. "I hear they're a terrible lot." He said. The first male nodded. 

"The worst sort. Good thing we found you two instead of them." Using two hooks, the men got onto the boat. Coming to her senses, Raya quickly rushed over to a chest and pulled a sheet down over it. 

"What you got there, darling? Something to share?" The first male said. Raya and Nami shook their heads. 

"No. Please, no, it's, it's all we have. Please." Raya begged. She and Nami were drawing them in, hook, line and sinker. Raya gripped the first male by the wrist. 

"It's a fair trade for saving your lives." The male said, pushing Raya roughly down onto the boat. Raya pated in exhaustion. 

"Raya!" Nami called out. She rushed to crawl over to her sister, holding her close. The two men, with their backs turned, broke open the locks on the chest. The opened the chest, only to find that it was empty. 

"Hey. What gives?" The first male asked. It was too late when they noticed that the two girls were sailing away on their ship. 

"Sorry boys," They turned around when they heard Nami call out to them, sounding not at all exhausted. They watched in defeat as Nami and Raya, who was leaning her arm on Nami's shoulder, sailed away. 

"Thanks for the rescue." Raya called. The sisters smiled and laughed, giving each other a high five. As they turned away from the boys, Raya's body disappeared in a flash of purple. Nami walked to the middle of the deck, holding out a map and looking at their next destination. A gray, almost black Maine Coon cat trotted next to the orange haired female. The cat hopped up onto a chest behind Nami. The cat's tail twitched in curiosity. 

Where to next, Nami? A familiar voice asked. Nami glanced at her charts, then looked up smiling. She glanced down at the cat. 

"We're off to Shells Town." She said. Nami knelt down and gently stroked her sister's head. Raya purred at the motion, closing her eyes in content. "Try not to shapeshift while we're in Shells Town. From what I hear, town is held under the thumb of Marine Captain Morgan. Who knows what the Marines would do with someone of your powers. Especially the corrupt Marines." Nami said. She pulled her hand away. Raya opened her eyes and nodded. 

I understand. She said. 

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To Be Continued

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Up Next

You like rum?

Yeah, sure. As much as the next guy.

You stole that guy's uniform, and now you're looking for my map. 

Raya, what did I say about using your powers?!

Hey, you said to only use them if I absolutely had to! I take this as absolutely have to! 

 

//I decided to change up my story. I just didn't feel inspired enough to continue. So, I decided to keep Raya's name, but change her powers. I'm giving her the abilities of Nimona, where they are able to transform into any animal, however, excluding the transforming into other people part. If you haven't watched Nimona, I highly recommend you do. It's full of humor and will also hit you in the feels.//

#one piece #one piece x oc #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #black leg sanji

[fastwiemagie]

Let's go thrifting together!!

My local thrift store(s) had a special countdown action going on during the last two weeks. Marked items started at 8€ and counted down to 2€ on the last day.

I already went there on the first day of this special action and got an amazing patchwork jacket, a dark green velvet jacket (which I gave to my mum because it fit her without alterations and she loved it aswell) and a dark blue shirt that's very cute and which I already wore to work!

Today was the last day and I scored big!! Found five items reduced down to 2€ (and 3 others for still very inexpensive, which weren't part of the deal but still too gorgeous to leave behind!!)

Upsizing candidates are the two jackets/blazers and the trachten wool skirt. The skirt was just too cute to leave behind and made from wool! Sounds perfect for the colder season!

By the way, I also got groceries while I was out (because food is life) and that's why I had to lug so many bags home! Good thing I filled my little backpack up with totes before I left on my treasure hunt.

Oh!! And the berry coloured/silver striped scarf is thrifted aswell! From the same store too :)

[id]Pic 1 & 10: A full body shot of a fat, white woman with long brown hair which she's wearing in one big braid. She's got glasses on and looking toward the camera/viewer. From her clothes you can see it was kinda cold on that day: she's wearing black pants with pink-and-white flowers on them (and green leaves), black shoes, a berry-coloured long-sleeved top with flocked dots on it, a black knit jacket/cardigan and a darker berry-coloured cloth scarf with silver stripes. She's also wearing pink felt flower earrings with yellow flower insides! It's a cheerful look, contrasted with the black. The woman is holding a dusty-pink and a second green net bag filled with freshly thrifted clothes! The two poses are different, otherwise the two pictures are pretty similar.

Pic 2 & 9 are detail shots of the clothes she'd manage to thrift

2: net bags with thrifted clothes on the ground, next to bags filled with groceries

3: all the thrifted clothes spread out on top of a bed

4: the lower half of a dark blue knit cardigan and patchwork hearts sewn on a black wool skirt

5: a longsleeved top with a layered look: it looks like a patterned top with a purple cardigan over it

6: showing the pretty sleeves of a black velvet bolero jacket, the purple top of pic 5 can be seen in the background

7: a pink blazer/jacket with the dusty colour of raspberries, it has beautiful cotton lace details along it's edges (the collar, pocket, etc)

8: a light blue long-sleeved cardigan with a pretty gathered detail at the bust

9: The pocket of the raspberry coloured blazer is shown again! Because it's such a pretty piece!

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#plussize thrifting #thrifting #thrifted fashion #thrift flips to be #upsize your clothes #future upsizing #i leave clothes that are too big for me behind #have no qualms about making smaller clothes bigger though #there's so few plussize as is #stay tuned for me making all of these fit me #though jury's out whether or not I'll upsize the red blazer on the left #mum might love it too #in that case she can have it #an outfit without anything handmade??? #shock and horror #spread out the thrift haul on mum's bed because mine is too high up to take pictures on #thrift haul #natural fibers thrift haul