#thinnyhopper

[magioffire]

Why does Vali hate bread?

grass never evolved on beatha (most ground cover is made up of moss and lichen, ferns, horsetails and other low lying shrubs) so the inhabitants dont have the ability to break down gluten and the other products of grain. bread/wheat/grain products would likely just make a dokkalfar sick

#so i guess dokkalfar just all have celiac disease #shit man if you wanna put vali out of commission for a while dont give him actual poison give him bread #i love how they are resistant to all these different types of poisonous substances but fucking bread? thats too much #ooc. #biology. #thinnyhopper #you give vali a piece of bread and hes like 'are you TRYING to poison me???'

[sebastianshaw]

"I didn’t steal your boyfriend, he came with me willingly." (Jag)

"You're going to need to be MUCH more specific about what young man you mean from around here. In any case, no matter to me---there's always more where that came from. Bit annoying, really, to be quite frank." @thinnyhopper

#thinnyhopper

[blackparaderunner]

"All you had do was say no. You didn't have to insult my whole family."

"How was I supposed to know your entire family were vampires? If I had I would have tried to avoid you at all costs."

#thinnyhopper #cinder: the sin eater

[a-byronic-heroine]

@thinnyhopper asked: ❝  You’ve got quite the mean streak in you,  haven’t you?  I’m impressed.  ❞ (Hades)

Kly glanced over at the man in question from the corner of her eye. “I wouldn’t have lived very long if I didn’t.” Life in the political sphere of the Aen Elle was treacherous. Especially when you were less concerned with keeping others happy and more concerned with getting shit done the way you wanted. “I’m impressed with you as well. Your tormenting of the humans is quite entertaining.”

#thinnyhopper #witcher verse (interactions) #au

[malkavian-shrink]

❛ i’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me. ❜ (Bayek)

"What, poor little Irres? He'd never~"

The genuine surprize and innocence that was paired with that phrase, of course, came to stark contrast to the man in question currently hanging upside down from the old chandelier and playing the Kreutzer sonata three octaves higher than the scale it was written.

#irres speaks #bayek #thinnyhopper #vtm rp

[eritvita]

❛  The queen is not at all pleased about any of this.  ❜ (Lennie, running from bees)

@thinnyhopper

He laughs in high nervousness, seeking shelter behind a pillar in the ancient castle’s courtyard. A shattered ball, a cacophony of shrieking persons so high like the sounds of panicked birds, and the angry buzz of a dozen swarming bees ... !

“Perchance shouldst I speak with her,” mentions he, low-voiced, cautious of the sound of his vibrating Throat. He wags a finger. “Canst I do this Thing. Perchance couldst I soothe her, or tender her onto another bauble for quiet nesting somewhere far Gone.”

assassin’s apprentice.

#thinnyhopper #hi!! #notepad.

[musamulta-arc]

@thinnyhopper​ liked for a Marie starter!

“I hunt, that is my job. I will not hear anything about how men make better hunters. I could track circles around most I’ve met.” The woman’s English was a bit halting, French accent heavy. She didn’t know if he’d been planning on saying anything about it or not, it was more of a kneejerk response from her, at this point.

#thinnyhopper #v: main (marie) #muse: marie

[thirstforvitae]

❛ i don’t mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks. ❜ (Lord Jagged of Canaria, because what is angst without a bit of jealousy over Samson? XD )

Orsino raised his gaze from the book he was too preoccupied reading and looked at Lord Jagged quizzically. The blonde enigmatic man had been in the library for quite a while, if his leisurly pose on the couch was any indication, and maybe he'd been talking to him for a while too, but for the life of him he hadn't heard any of it, except that last sentence -and, as a result, he had no idea what Lord Jagged was talking about.

"What is not easy?"

#orsino speaks #thinnyhopper #lord jagged #vtm rp #asdfasdfasdf YAAS #love angst and jealousy my fave genre

[softersinned-arc]

@thinnyhopper / starter call.

It can’t be that surprising — the Inquisitor, or anyone, really, facing down a crisis of faith in the aftermath of some great tragedy. Then again, she doubts it does much to help her image, if she lets anyone see her thrown off-balance. It does little good for anyone to see her struggling, particularly when the last (truthfully, the only) moment of real unity and belief came with the remains of their camp rising up in a hymn while she shivered half to death in the snow, Haven in ruins behind them.

          As a child she imagined that the song she heard in the water was the voice of the gods; as an adult she’s lost either the whimsy or the optimism that prompted such an interpretation of the world around her. She’s waited for something, anything to catch her attention and hold it, but there’s nothing. The Lady of the Skies is silent. The Mountain Father is silent. And even now, in the ruined chapel near the courtyard, outfitted with only a few simple pews and a small and battered statue of Andraste saved from Haven, she hears nothing, feels nothing. It’s a lovely space, desolate and lonely and lovely, and she waits to hear the voice of any god calling out to her and she hears only silence instead.

          And if there were ever a time to let anyone’s gods guide her, it would be now, she thinks, when she somehow holds the world in her hands and even the slightest misstep could have catastrophic consequences. So she listens. She sits here in the early hours of the morning and she waits. And every time, she finds herself more alone at the finish than she was at the start.

          The sound of footsteps in the chapel startle her from her reverie, and she looks up — though she’s come to suspect that if she can hear Bayek, it’s because he wants to be heard. “Apologies, Seeker. I must have lost track of time.” She offers up a small smile, eyes flickering towards the door; given the brightness streaming in, she certainly must have. “I wouldn’t dream of intruding on your prayer.” She stands, hesitates, smooths the fabric of her skirt. “Though while I have you, if you can suspend your prayer a few moments more — I would like your thoughts on the state of things. The refugees who came with us, particularly. If there is more that they need than we have yet to provide.” If they’re failing them. If they’re faltering somehow. If they really do look at her and see a Second Coming or the Guiding Hand of anything, let alone their prophet or their god.

#thinnyhopper #thinnyhopper ( bayek of siwa ) #thread: thinnyhopper001 #(hi hello let me know if you want anything different !!! c: )

[hobbit--punk]

I made some 18th Century underpinnings and wore them under semi-normal clothes to go out because fuck it, why not?

irOkay, so this started a while back with that one Bernadette Banner video about bringing back pockets as fashion. Watched it while I was trying to figure out how to restyle/resize a skirt that I loved, but was cheaply made and falling apart six months after I got it. And I knew that I wanted pockets, but couldn’t work out how to do that. 

Then I decided a while ago to make myself some 18th Century stays, pictures of which have been online before. I’ve written a whole rant on why I want stays before, and posted several blogposts about the history of stays. Not doing that here. When I made them, I decided to use some of the scrap fabric to make a pair of 18th Century pockets, the kind that you tie on under your skirts and access through holes in the outerwear. 

Here they are, freshly finished. They (and the stays) aren’t historically accurate, exactly. They were made with some scrap linen/cotton blend I had lying around, and bound in bias tape I made out of some teal quilting cotton. Because teal looked damned good with that unbleached linen/cotton. 

And here they are, tied on over my stays and chemise. I figured out a really good rubric as to how big a pocket I make should be: if I can’t fit a paperback copy of Dune into the pocket, I need to make them bigger. These? They can fit Don Quixote. 

Here they are once they’re on. 

You can’t wear stays against your skin, and I’ve got exactly one chemise made of cotton muslin. For now. There are a few more cut out and ready to be sewn up, because you have NO IDEA how comfortable this was. 

You can also see if you followed that link that I’ve shrunk a little bit in the last few months. If this were a bra, I’d be looking at a different size. As it is, I just lace it down a bit tighter and go on with my day. If I gain a bit, which happens, I’ll lace it a bit looser and do the same. I’ve got two more sets of stays planned out as well, because this shit’s more comfortable than any bra I’ve ever worn. Also: back support. So much back support. 

Adding my underpetticoat. Look at the slits at the hips, this is because I made it 18th Century style, I think it’s called “apron front?” basically the front is a drawstring you tie behind you, and the back is a drawstring you tie in front of you. The result is a skirt that expands or contracts with your body as you change size over the years.

It’s not even a “pattern,” per se. This skirt and the yellow one that’s following is literally just a bunch of rectangles sewn together with straight seams. My ancestresses didn’t have the money to waste lots of fabric on circle skirts, nor did they have the time to fiddle with weird seams. They had shit to do, much like I do now. 

Yeah, the yellow one’s made mostly the same way as the underpetticoat. Two drawstrings, slits in the side giving me epic pocket access. The chemise peeks out under the tee shirt, but honestly, no one gave a shit, least of all me. I’ll make the next ones with shorter sleeves. Or I’ll make the sleeves longer and just go with it. Dunno yet. 

This is what I wore to go to the salon, do grocery shopping, and go out to lunch with my husband. No one noticed a damned thing, and the linen and cotton reacted as such materials do with heat and sweat to turn the stays into a snugly laced, supportive, REFRIGERATOR held over my torso in the first days of a Korean summer. 

Tagging some friends for fun! @balkanradfem​, @thinnyhopper​, @iridessence​, @hobbitinthelibrary​

#hobbitpunk #sewing #fashion #historical clothing #historybounding #bernadette banner #fat positivity #body positivity

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

@thinnyhopper

The red haired woman felt eyes in her back and her own narrowed.

Someone was watching with great scrutiny. Yeah no, fuck with a pirate, someone will be swimming with those lovely little creatures of the deep. Her Haki was going off the rails but she couldn't necessarily going flying off the handle. Her hand skimmed over a dagger in the marketplace stalls before misdirecting the stallkeeper and the dagger along with the pretty sheath went 'missing'.

Inside she was throwing a rage fit. Had to leave her guns on the ship. Blend in with the locals. Well she was far enough away from the locals, and she still had her tail.

"Ara, Ara. Are you just content on harassing this little fox, predator or would you prefer to get bit if you force me to ferret your ass out~"

#on target (ic) #im so sorry #she may be a tad cranky #sleep deprived #coffee drinking feral child

[sebastianshaw]

“That’s not a baby, that’s a dog, you fucking idiot!” (Samson)

"Nonsense. Dogs are loyal and obedient and good at what they were bred for not to mentioned typically housetrained, that hairless rat is NONE of those things. It's absolutely closer to a baby than a dog."

@thinnyhopper

#thinnyhopper #when shaw calls an animal a baby it iis not a compliment dfjgadjs #also leave hairless rats out of this Shaw they did NOTHING

[blackparaderunner]

"Gramps…they actually call you that? Most disrespectful.  But if you are still interested in making deals in trade for services, I have an offer for you."

"I can easily rid you of that absurd blow-up doll, leaving your precious grandson biddable once more. All I ask in return is one teeny tiny favor. It should be no problem for the One True God of the Omniverse, to kill a much lesser impostor god. My husband."

"Signed, Persephone"

"Oh really? Let me think on this offer long and hard shall I?" He hummed for a moment as if thinking it over before just shrugging and making a face. "Hard pass. I'll deal with him myself. Far easier than trying to kill another god."

#thinnyhopper #gramps

[a-byronic-heroine]

@thinnyhopper asked: ‘ PATCH. ‘ Hades has an old wound in his shoulder, from when Heracles shot him with a poisoned arrow. A piece of the arrowhead broke off in his collarbone and still remains.

The Aen Elle gripped the Isu’s shoulder above the wound. She let her magic seep into his skin, blocking his nerves from registering anywhere around her grip on him. He wouldn’t be able to feel the old wound or what she was doing to it. The shard off the poisoned weapon was deep. It would be better if he didn’t squirm around in discomfort while she tried to get it out.

“Hold still,” she ordered as she picked up the sanitized knife and cut the injury further open. “Still no pain, right?”

#thinnyhopper #witcher verse (interactions) #au #tw blood #tw injury

[sunxxblessed]

@thinnyhopper asked: " Smooch for Cassanda, from Lord Jagged of Canaria, mysterious "Antivan" apostate, father of Inquisitor Eleni (Lennie) "

Cassandra's face flushed as she was kissed by the man. It wasn't unpleasant, simply... unexpected. She let her lips linger against his for a moment before stepping back, turning her face slightly to hide her blush.

"I admit I have not been to Antiva, My Lord. Is that a... common greeting there? Josephine does not usually greet me as such."

#( right hand of the divine ) #//Cassandra Pentaghast #hi there!

[bushelofmuses]

Masquerade Prompts

@thinnyhopper asked: “I didn’t expect to see you here.” (Samson for Mari, at Therinfall)

"That would make two of us," she murmured.

Mari still wasn't sure why she was sent with this party. She's a healer in the Inquisition...and a former apprentice to an Avvar Augur which meant they brought who would be seen as an apostate with them. Fantastic.

Weren't they trying to make a good impression on everyone here? Bringing her with them seemed like a terrible idea. She could feel the eyes of the nobles and Templars alike on her and could only imagine herself as a rabbit tossed into a pen of hungry mabari...

It had to be a joke...besides, she should be back with the Inquisition and its wounded, not here and "dressed up" like a boar on a spring equinox, waiting to be ripped apart.

"Is there an explanation for your presence or should I make assumptions and hope that, like throwing darts at a board, I hit my mark?"

#mari rp #samson rp #i wasnt sure what to do with making her into an organic while keeping whatever abilities she might have in her main verse???? #da rp #da v #meme reply #ask reply #lucy liu fc was also made up on the spot #im on a roll today lol