#;; sky full of stars ( ask meme. )

[mcltiples]

{ OOC } so i just got home and i'm exhausted 😭 i don't know if I'll be able to write anything today, the queue is going, so it's not like there won't be any activity from me. if i'm inspired, i'll probably answer a few asks, but we'll see !!

[the-moon-files]

Wait, quick idea! Twilight looks like the only hylian in his village because everyone else has round ears, so what if he wasn’t as surprised as the others to see their human companion so resilient, but still fairly impressed because of the fact that most if not all people in his village don’t put themselves in as drastic situations as the reader? Or is this just humans from our world?

get out of my head lmao /lh - you, me, and wayfayrr are actually the same person on diff accounts LMAO

im of the belief that (blame @wayfayrr, my beloved) that he knows of humans bc of some in his village but yeah, just not the type of human in drastic situations

(ALSO they wrote me a fun, long, glorious, male reader human space orc au fic for winning their raffle a bit ago, and it brings up their headcanon abt this and i Adore It actually, check it out here pls if u wanna know🤲)

(also if u see this wayfayrr, sorry for the ping, also should i be calling u moss? or wayfayrr?? idk which, i hope thats even ok to ask 😭 i assumed u would call my ass Moon)

Moon: Male-Masc Reader (he/him)

Orbit: short headcanons-ish, rambling mostly

Stars: Twilight Princess Link (Twi/Twilight), mentions of other Links

Comets & Meteors: CWs: none known, & TWs: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

to reiterate what i said up there, in case u skipped it for the bullet points,

i like the headcanon he knows humans, knows some of their quirks, and how they were the first ppl the other hylian villagers called on to help stuck cows or downed wagons, lots of heavy lifting stuff

but he really hasnt seen the extent of real humans, bc the humans who were in Ordon, well, they lived in hylian society,

why would they need the adrenaline to lift a car when hylians have set up whole tools and systems in all their towns to help lift just a full bucket of water out of the well??

not to mention, i think all the humans in his village were older adults? like at least not the age theyd be doing things like parkour or going to any trampoline parks type of age,

id imagine its more like stories talked about amongst hylians how hard humans can go, and even the humans themselves talked abt things like,

“well compared to u hylians, we have stomachs made of molten lava to you guys really, but we never have to use it, bc u know hylian food works just fine”

when Twi asked they would say stuff like that, but as soon as he saw ur human ass just picking wildflowers and berries off the side of the road to snack on? even random grasses/vines at some point (kudzu)?? easily eating Wild’s Dubious Food that's DEFINITELY got monster parts in it???! gnawing on the bone of a cucco and it just breaks??!!! and you look surprised too, thank fuck finally a normal reaction from u- oh my goddesses u were just curious (damn the elders were right abt human curiosity too) **and are now sucking out the marrow and eating the bone-!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twilight’s perspective of you is actually the equivalent of like, reading stories about vampires all ur life, then this new friend you made starts to get allergic to garlic, crave blood, has crazy strength and advanced senses, etc

and he’s just watching those honest-to-Hylia human mythological feats play out in real time in front of him, like he’s the only self-aware character in the story that immediately clocks the really obvious vampire as a vampire lmao

is the first to either 1. start choking on his laugh as he theoretically knows ur about to jump on the back of a lynel/hinox to ride it around and watch as the others come to the same conclusion OR 2. try to Stop you from jumping on said big monster in an attempt to ride it around bc he gets used to ur human BS quicker than the others and can see it coming a mile away now lol

very much so this meme:

(ur welcome i made it myself <3)

anyway id love to rant abt this dynamic

abt both Twi’s shock at you eating peppers like a god has come down from the sky to prove their immortality,

but also poor rancher esstientally humansitting you too lmao

the Chain/Time/Wars absolutely put him down as the resident human expert like: “ok he just drank like, 5? No- Four stop him from drinking more at least- (dual sighs). okay, 6 stamina potions, will that kill him??”

Twilight, saviour of Hyrule, of the Twili, Link from Twilight Princess himself,

has to keep a record book of all the new shit he’s heard/learned about humans in Ordon, what he has actively learned abt ur ass just fucking around and finding out, and the few bread crumbs of information u give him abt ur species

(that rlly just come off as kind of cryptid statements abt u/humanity, or don't apply in this scenario bc ur only comparison is Earth Rules, which honestly scare every single fucking one of them in the same way as walking on Ganon’s lawn or something, like straight up view ur home planet as enemy territory, the Amazon jungle, the Hyrule wilds if you will-)

Twilight also gets involuntarily volunteered for human-sitting duty too

tbh the only person Not allowed on human-sitting duty, when u guys go new areas esp, is Wild/Hyrule

you’d tell him you wanna get inside the guardian robot to operate it and ride it around and he’d probably be in shock you even fathomed something like that, yet also now EXTREMELY intrigued to watch it play out

(they’re both more of a “u wanna jump off a cliff?? that's actually crazy, wait for me please.” he seems to think he can somehow protect you if he joins you? its worked sometimes to be fair to him ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ just not really conveniently when the rest of the Chain are around lmao)

☆

i live btw, ive been writing/updating fics along with life updates (moving states/new job/online class) so a few asks will hopefully be answered over here in the next 2ish weeks

no promises, my life is kinda girlbossing at the moment too close to the sun and i am Nervous abt disappointing u guys

i already feel like im disappointing my other blog bc i haven't posted in forever bc im writing a fic instead of asks during any free time i dedicate to writing for it so :/

pls excuse my super slowness like a package ur waiting for in the mail or smth type of slow

AGAIN thanks for the ask!! i hope this was at least entertaining to read as some addon to what u said, you guys have gotta check out some of wayfayrr’s stuff if ur into this, bc they're the only other place i can think of that's talked abt humans not just being the same as hylians

have a great week!!

Peace out hugs and chaos,

🌙

[cranberryjuice-posts]

GIRLIE I LOVED YOUR ATHENA DAUGHTER READER ‼️

also guess who’s back can i ask for a athena!daugter reader where it’s kinda like Annabeth trying to tell the reader that “hey clarisse is bad she tried to fucking kill percy she’s evil” and the reader us kinda tries to convince her that Clarisse really isn’t that bad😔

(i love your work girl and your end memes please do more 🔥‼️)

She’s the only one I got

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x daughter of Athena reader

An- fun-fact clarisse loves Dr Pepper It’s cannon Go read the sea of monsters. She’s literally perfect I can’t

An pt 2 - I Hope this is ok i wasn’t really sure what to write but it’s ok bc I’m just a girl

Pt 1 — Pt 2

Palestine aid link

“Are you serious?!” Annabeth yelled, a few of your other siblings backing her up.

You however were standing infront of the full length mirror inside your cabin fixing your outfit which was a pair of bellebottoms and a camp sweater. “Look Annie i get your our counselor and your the smartest out of us all but your not the smartest when it comes to relationships”

“And now she’s starting to sound like an Aphrodite kid” Malcom your brother rolled his eyes before returning to his book. You shot him a hateful look. “All right fine Your right I don’t get relationships like you but I do know clarisse”

“Really?” You sarcastically spoke just wanting the argument to be over. Grabbing some hoops you were deciding between the two different pairs. “Yeah, Clarisse is a hateful arrogant and rude person. She makes fun of our cabin with her siblings and didn’t she use to make fun of you to”

Deciding on the star shape hoop you put the earring in. “Fine! Fine ok I get it but I promise you clarisse is not like that ok she’s sweet, she loves me Annie why don’t you get that” you sighed facing your sister.

The shorter girl crossed her arms, leaning against a desk inside the studious cabin. “Because she’s a bitch”

“Language!”

“I’m 12 why are you giving me shit for cussing you cuss”

“Because I’m 16 you’ve still got two years before you morally can curse now stop.. damn about to make me get Luke” you sighed shaking your head. Facing back to the mirror you analyzed your look.

Annabeth rolled her eyes looking away for some time before facing you once again. “I still don’t trust you being alone with her..”

After finally having enough you turned towards the wiser girl. “Know what fine you can spy on us during our date today, then you’ll see she’s not such a terrible person and you’ll finally get off my ass… deal” you crossed your arms looking down at annabeth.

Your younger sister looked around for a moment feeling somewhat threatened by you before nodding in defeat. “Great” you sighed stepping back, grabbing a small drawstring bag and a book on the stars, you threw on your shoes before leaving.

——

You were sitting in a clearing in the woods, a blanket set out with some strawberries and a pack of Dr Pepper you bought from the Hermes cabin. Annabeth was positioned behind a tree with her cap of invisibility on.

Eventually clarisse showed up. “Five minutes late” you jokingly chastised her.

“Shut up I’m on time” she scoffed sitting down beside you on the blanket. Pulling you into her some she kissed you softly. Her hands finding themselves on your waist

Bringing yourself back you leaned over grabbing a soda, handing it over to the curly haired girl. “Mmhm so how was running around like a fool for the entire morning?”

Clarisse rolled her eyes taking the drink In a harsh joking manner. “First of all its called training and secondly it was actually alot of fun, how was staying up all night to just watch some stupid dots in the sky”

Scrunching your nose at the girl you gave her a sarcastic look. “Yeah you think your so funny huh”

“Yeah I do”

“Mmhm” you knew clarisse was looking at your lips— she wasn’t subtle about it. Tired of her just imagining it you leaned in kissing her again. The playful banter between you two faded away while clarisse deepened the kiss

As much as you wanted to makeout with your girlfriend you weren’t doing it infront of your sister. Pulling back you placed a hand on clarisses arm while darting your eyes to some trees around you with a smile.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows but made a signal to her head almost mimicking a hat. Nodding you knew clarisse understood annabeth was spying on you two.

“Whatever this is stupid” clarisse gave you a teasing look. “What being on a date with your girlfriend? Yeah it’s so stupid” you responded in the same tone.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not. What I meant” shaking her head you watched as clarisse reached over to her spear grabbing a plastic bag.

Handing it over to you you looked inside. “No way clarisse did you”

“Yeah I did. Your not gonna embarrass me about it if I own up to it” she continued to mess with you. Opening the bag you smiled as your girlfriend made you chocolate chip cookies with the nymphs in the kitchen. “Your the sweetest you know” you becoming flustered while you looked at the treats.

She just rolled her eyes with a smile, laying down clarisse moved around to lay her head in your lap. “Woah careful clarisse you might admit you actually like me a boring Athena kid remember”

“Mmhm Same can be said about you what was that about me being a bitchy ares kid?” She bit back. Flicking her forehead lightly just to get back at her.

You smiled while playing with one of the girls curls. You loved clarisse, wanting to proudly say it but worried you’d scare the girl off so for now you’d settle on just this.. cute dates with her, sneaking into her cabin to spend the night with her and just enjoying the silence with her.

After some time you knew annabeth had left after all she had gotten all the proof she needed. Clarisse knew it to.

“I love you” it finally left your lips. You noticed clarisses body tense making you regret the decision immediately. Clarisse however grabbed your hand kissing your knuckles. “I guess I love you to”

“Shut up”

“Why You Said you loved me”

——

Annabeth - Fine she’s not a bitch

Y/n - ANNABETH!

—

Clarisse - *having a Stare off with annabeth*

Clarisse - do we have a Problem

Y/n - dude..

[varganardi]

Welcome to my account 💜

Hiii!

Welcome to my self-ship account!

Nice to have you here :)

My (nick)name is Espresso!

[Genderfluid, they/them-she/her pronouns]

Intro can be found here ☕💜

More about me and my ship can be found on Carrd!

I'll be posting s/i art, fictions and other self-ship content!

Keep in mind this is NOT a fandom blog.

If you're interested - I have an writing blog too (mostly fanfictions)

Ask in Messages for @ if you'd like to follow 💜

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Here's a masterlist for my account and it's content <3

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Selfshippers with ADHD!

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Sims 4 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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Varganardi

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Who's most likely?

Who's most likely pt 2

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Pov Laura's office

Heist 🤤

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Me <3

"Therapy"

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[Blinkers by: @gay-selfships! <3]

[ashton-ryder]

bold what applies to your muse, italicize situational ones. feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.

tagged by: stolen from zach

tagging: steal it from zach

VOICE HC / MEME

► ACCENT  

“country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “upper class” │ "small town" │ “city slicker” | foreign speaker │ refined  

► ELOQUENCE

educated │self-taught | uneducated | doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words | omits entire words on occasion | mixes up words │ just makes up their own words! │ archaic english │ dependent on mood or setting | doesn’t use contractions

► TONE

loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │ steady | seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │ intimidating │gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ vocal fry │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ sarcastic │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ no nonsense │ authoritative

► HABITS  

refers to self in third person│ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes tone around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others

► OTHER BITS

He lives in a softer vocal range, measured, steady and unassuming voice, making subtle sarcastic jokes and seemed like a quiet man until situation calls for it.

Such as when he's teaching a class or training recruits or on a mission or working, his voice can boom across a room and when he speaks like that, people listen.

He's been trying to wane off the habit more over the few years, but sometimes he still slips into the habit of using military terms, calling the hours by the hundreds, and only really catches himself when someone looks at him funny.

He's a very quiet laugher, a chuckle here, a scoff there, but if you're lucky to either have known him when he was younger or heard him with his guard down, he has a very charming, melodic laughter if it ever slips out with the brightest smiles, it's much rarer as he grew older, but it used to be known as the thing that draws people in.

He actually likes shortening names or using family names as nicknames a lot, a habit picked up from the marines, he responds to Ryder as quickly as he responds to Ashton or Ash.

He's a little bit tone death, please don't ask him to sing or hum, it won't be pretty. He unfortunately did not inherit his mom's lovely singing voice, perhaps just a powerful booming voice for other things, like yelling at recruits.

The way he talks about the stars and the sky and space, there is a special endearing tone it his words, soft, humbling, full of wander and curiosity, the reminder of their insignificance on a tiny rock in space.

He becomes especially quiet when he drinks, similar to every time he goes quiet, a lot is running through his head. But when he drinks, it numbs everything out, as if finally enjoying the numbing silence while he still could, before reality comes rushing back at him.

► VOICE CLAIM REFERENCE:

tw: video reference below contains mentions of abuse (and also tw for my heart for luke mitchell crying)

[hellcheercaine]

Welcome to my safe space

Hi there tumblrs! 👋 I’m Caine.

Given the traction I have on my blog recently, I figured that I’d do a proper introduction to pin to my profile.

I used to be a Rogue and Gambit shipper before I left fandom culture, but Stranger Things pulled me in and this is where I found my spot here with the wonderful Hellcheers and Harringroves.

The golden rule of this space:

'Ship and let ship.’

I don't care if you follow me even when we like different ships, but if I see any ship bashing or anti comments/tags from you on my posts, you will be blocked.

Don’t like what you see here? Save your energy by tapping the block button. I am not responsible for your online fandom experience, and I am not here for petty arguments. Please keep your purity culture to yourself.

P.S: This space is not for minors. If you are a minor, this is your last chance to scroll away from this blog.

However, if you are a minor and you decide to follow my blog, it’ll be agreed that you, will acknowledge full responsibility of your own online fandom experience here.

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Are we good? Let’s move on to the good stuff.

This blog is a safe space for:

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As well as Wolfwren and Sylki shippers.

Memes, text posts, moodboards, prompts and sometimes ficlets will be written for these three. Got a question/request? Ask me.

ST + Text posts:

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Wait, what about just the ones with Seyka? They can be found under the tag Seyka Despite the HR Violation.

Aloy and Talanah text posts can be found here.

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🎸📣 Hellcheer Playlist

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[jake-marshall]

12, 17, and 29 for ao3 wrapped!

Yo, thanks for the ask Truman! 1

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Okay, I mean, I have dozens upon dozens of WIPS in all different fandoms that go back years and years, but as for next year… so I try to post/update 12 fics a year (averaging to one a month), so let's go with 12, lol.

17 I answered here!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

If we're talking about from stuff I posted and not just something buried in my unfinished WIPs, I'd go with the part from "In a Sky Full of Stars, I Think I See You" when Carter and Trent kiss.

(I think I actually wrote it late last year when I started working on this fic BUT WHATEVER the finished polished product was posted January 2024)

To be led into temptation, and bring Trent with him, when there’s next to no guarantee of them ever seeing each other again…

The spirit is willing, Carter thinks, his gaze flicking for a split-second from Trent’s eyes to his slightly parted lips.

But the flesh is weak.

“Is this too close?” he whispers. His heart is racing, the same thunderous pace that he always equated with knowingly doing something wrong. With sinning.

“It’s not,” Trent says.

The two words of confirmation are an answer to his prayers, clemency he’d never once been granted before. Carter tilts his face in. Their lips brush, and he pauses, automatically preparing for what he’d been taught should be an inevitable rejection, if he knew what was good for him. But Trent dips his head forward, and any and all trepidation still lingering within Carter vanishes completely. Trent grips at his coat, keeping him in place to ensure the kiss continues in earnest.

Ask me questions from the ao3 Wrapped meme here!

[thebrandywine]

Nyohoho~ 78 + Chreon for the drabble meme? :3

Starman by Garbage!

Leon is laughing, loud and happy. The two of them are swinging around on the makeshift dance floor, alternating between maintaining distance and holding each other close as they sway. There's a cool breeze and everyone else has gone home, just the two of them left as they dance alone under the blooming stars of late April. It was a hell of a wedding. Everyone they love had been there, even those satellite relations that they see all too rarely. There had been tears of joy from the guests, laughter, semi-drunken toasts into a squealing, rented microphone that none of them had really known how to work. Now, though, it's just them.

Chris pulls Leon in again, the man in stitches after a bit too much champagne, grinning widely as Chris nuzzles close and presses a kiss to his neck. They settle like that for a long while, swaying from side to side as Leon scratches the back of Chris's neck, as Chris enfolds the man in his arms, never wanting to let him go.

"First day of the rest of our lives, right?" Leon says. He presses a hard kiss to Chris's temple, says, "Jesus. Never thought that..."

The wind picks up again and they both shiver, their jackets cast aside hours ago when the sun had still been high and they'd gotten sweaty from exertion and alcohol. Leon curls closer and Chris lifts his head up to look at the sky as the clouds are blown away. Moonlight blooms over them, the full weight of that celestial body bearing down on them, lighting the yard in full. It's a full moon tonight, which is some kind of luck-- Chris has always loved the sky, the stars, how looking up can always make him feel so cosmically small. He's sure that there's some kind of meaning to it beyond that, but to him it's just beautiful, and he's glad that they have it tonight of all nights.

"Want to go in?" he asks.

Leon grabs his hand and they separate, Leon walking backwards toward the house, moonlight glinting off his eyes and making him look like something more than human. "Ready if you are, Mister Redfield."

Grins grins, sick with how full his heart is. After a choked moment, he manages, "After you, Mister Redfield."

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hey Nemo! To you little aesthetics meme game I'd like to see a bit of Mathias :)

As a bonus (if you feel like it) his mother:)

Hi My dear, and welcome welcome here! :)

thank you for participating and asking me about Mathias and Ximena, I am more than happy to give you something for both of them! :D

So here you have them!

MATHIAS SÉBASTIEN DE BEAUMONT

MOODBOARD

PLAYLIST:

"Broken Vow" - Josh Groban

"Lune" - Bruno Pelletier (Notre Dame De Paris)

"Somewhere" - Within Temptation

STEAL HIS LOOK:

QUOTES :

“Courage, dear heart.” - C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” -  Emily Dickinson

“I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.” - Samwise Gamgee

HIS AESTHETIC:

The rain that falls among the leaves of the trees, the brouillard in the early hours of the morning, when the sun has not yet dawned; the gentle caress of a moth's wing against the cheek; relaxed jazz music playing in the background while cooking; the shimmer of fresh ink on parchment; sitting alone, with Notre Dame's gargoyles as sole company; ghosts and memories waltzing together, merging until they are indiscernible from one another; smudges of carbon pencil on one's fingertips; sepia and black-and-white photography, sitting at the windowsill with the moon and stars as sole companion and confidant;

XIMENA REYES MORENO

MOODBOARD

PLAYLIST:

"Sun, Moon and Stars" - Loreena McKennitt

"Spanish Guitars and Night Plazas" - Loreena McKennitt

"Lora Lie Lo" - Patty Gurdy

STEAL HER LOOK:

QUOTES :

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” - Rumi

“You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.” - Nikita Gill

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”- Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

HER AESTHETIC:

Summer Sunsets among the Andalusian hills; the light of a bonfire, its flames rising up toward the starlit sky; the crackling of the flames; the sound of the strings of an Oud being tickled, the notes enveloping the dancers in a multitude of feelings; voices singing along, celebrating life; orange trees and their entrancing, intoxicating perfume; colorful fabrics, the cotton fresh against the skin; wicker baskets filled with ripe fruit; a lunar eclipse during a full moon; the flutter of a butterfly's wing; a black horse running free across the desert's dunes, unbridled, untamable;

[ashcroft-writes]

ooooh~ Summer's End, for the ask meme

Ooohoohoo! Ok, so Summer's End is a little collection of one-shots inspired by a 'summer fun' prompt set on a Discord server I belong to. They take place before, between, and immediately after the first two big entries in Gunslinger's Paean, and helped me both repurpose ideas I didn't get to use in the big entries as well as shake off writer's block. I've been hoping to get these out the door soon, but they gotta both bake a little more and also get beta'd. In the meantime, please enjoy a little unvarnished snippet!

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There was a reason Bane had been warned about experience on this climb. No trails were marked up this way, and magnetic ore under the planet’s crust played hell with most electronics. Dense trees with gnarled roots sprouted amber-red and thick, blanketing the sky and blocking directional stars over ground treacherous and uneven. Canyons split the path without warning and with few crossings. Despite the beauty, a lot of people died out here after taking the wrong step, unable to even transmit for help.

Was perfect. He’d long since memorized the maps, and he’d be left alone.

The woods stirred with only birdsong and his footfalls on his trek over the hours. Up he climbed, over craggy stones and sheer rock walls, through trees and streams, across golden grasses that crackled beneath his boots and smelled of fragrant earth. The color of the open, calm sky was the same color as his own skin, paled under the powerful yellow sun. He saw no sign of the herds, just as predicted. Few small life forms, nothing worth eating. And when he reached the glittering, vast lakes near the mountain’s midway point, nestled in a secretive forested caldera, he remained free of the blight of other people in his field of view.

Alone, the stark silence proclaimed, a vast dappled-bright space where sound entered and seemed to evaporate.

Only then did a series of stiff muscles between Bane’s shoulders relax, an involuntary release. He breathed the crisp, pure oxygen, the high-altitude thinness of it tingling up his veins and forcing his lungs to expand to full capacity.

Alone. Finally.

He set up his camp, gauging the angle of the sun, knowing he’d have five hours to catch something fresher than his pack rations. More than enough time.

But first things first, while his muscles were yet warm.

From deep in his bag, he drew a bit of contraband that could have gotten him targeted to hell and back on a lot of worlds, an artifact more valuable than most lifetime salaries and dangerous enough to kill:

A treasure.

A trophy.

A lightsaber.

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 12- Costumes

The Owl House-Lumity

On the eve of Halloween, Luz and Amity get really involved in playing their characters, and it leads them to new discoveries

written by @kinktober2023

requested by anon on tumblr

Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

It was the night before Halloween, and Luz was putting the finishing touches on her Halloween costume. Amity had suggested an Aurza and Hecate theme custom and damn it was such a good idea, even with her down attitude that Luz said yes.

She was seeing how the hat would work with the green wig. She turned her head and neither the hat or wig fell off. The 14-year-old was standing in her (now) shared bedroom; looking over her costume in front of a full body mirror.

Willow’s head popped in. “She’s decent.” It was difficult to share a single room between four teens without everyone seeing a bit of T&A. It wasn’t such a big deal save for the couple, who tried to preserve their privacy with each other. Sure enough after Willow’s head went back in, Amity shuffled in. Luz’s throat went dry. Man, Amity looked beautiful dressed as Hecate. She seemed to have other opinions.

“This is a disaster!”

“Amity, what's wrong? Your costume looks amazing! And so book accurate.”

“Book accurate? Book accurate?! Luz I only have one face! Hecate has two. It’s her thing! I look like a poser.”

“Well maybe we could make something-”

“Already tried. I used a paper plate but I couldn’t keep it on my face.”

“Maybe Gus could…”

“That requires too much concentration and I don’t want him to miss a new human holiday.”

“Hmm, that is quite a pickle. Does it matter? Amity, your costume is incredible; second face or no.” Amity could only sigh. Luz racked her brain. “Hecate. How dare you say something so awful about my true love.” Remembering how the scene went in the book, she took Amity’s hand. “Your eyes sparkle like the greatest stars in the night sky. Your voice is merrier than the most musical of bells. And your lips are sweeter than the rippest of fruit.” Her face was inches from Amity’s.

“So we’re doing that scene?”

Luz blushed and pulled away embarrassed. The scene she was quoting was rather infamous in the Azura fandom. It’s from book five, where Azura says this to Hecate and they kiss… and the book jumps to the next chapter, where it is morning and the two characters are in bed together. It is about as risque as a 6-11 year old targeted series could get. It had become quite the meme.

“No, this isn’t wasn’t I-”

Amity took Luz’s hand. “Azura, you are the bravest, cleverest, and the most beautiful witch to walk this land. My heart is yours.” Their lips melted together in a burst of passion. Amity’s hands groped Luz’s chest while Luz’s hands explored Amity’s backside. The kiss broke. “Are we doing this?” Amity asked.

“I’m game if you are Blight.”

The teens resumed kissing. Carefully, they removed each other's clothes as they didn’t want to damage each other's Halloween costumes. It was the most care any 14-year-olds ever had when undressing each other. This was the first time Luz and Amity really had a chance to see each other’s bodies. While staying in the Noceda’s home, they had been some awkward moments of walking into the bedroom while changing but Luz and Amity did their best that those remain accidental and quick peeks. Never before had they drunk in each other's forms.

Luz’s brown skin was complemented by black nipples, both of which were hard against her small breasts. Luz was never much for grooming, and her bush was rather noticeable nude. Amity's pink nipples was similarly hard on her tiny boobs. But back on the Boiling Isles, Amity kept herself downstairs completely hair free. But human realm razors scared her. While she used them for her pits and legs (those were visible depending on the outfit.), she was not willing to put one of those things near her privates. So she had a small patch of fuzz the same color as her roots. Amity felt so embarrassed, her body hair exposed to her girlfriend.

But Luz didn't care. Fiercely, more passionately than they ever did before; it set their whole bodies a flame. Luz moved toward Amity’s neck while her rough tomboy fingers carcassed Amity’s tiny bush. They soon moved lower down to her sex. Her vagina was already wet and hot. "Amity, can I touch it?"

"Gahmm, yes. Please."

The witch gasped as Luz’s fingers penetrated her. Luz was nervous, never really done anything like this before. She recalled what she liked to do to herself while masturbating, and tried to mimic that. It seemed to have worked as Amity writhed under Luz’s touch. The human repeatedly kissed her as she was fingered.

"Luz, Luz, Luuuz!" Amity’s whole body shook as she came, her pussy squirting furiously.

As Luz sat back down and started wiping her hands with some kleenex, Amity made her way toward her girlfriend. Luz giggled as she felt a series of kisses up and down her thighs. Amity’s own fingers made their way to Luz’s own snatch. Her pink walls, wet with slick, shone against her brown skin. Luz’s head rolled as she took in the pleasure of getting finger banged.

Amity was determined to make Luz feel as good as Luz made her feel. Luz’s walls quivered around the witch's fingers.

"Oh Amity. Oh Amity!"

Luz came, squirting slightly less than Amity did, but the lavender haired witch's face was much closer, so much if it ended on her face.

"Oh Amity! I'm sorry. Here." As Luz wiped her slick if her girlfriend's face, Amity kissed her.

"I see why they skipped this scene in the chapter."

"I don't know. This was the best scene in the series."

[scnkisscdd]

- ( maude apatow + cis-female + she/her ) august by taylor swift is a song that describes margret ‘maggie’ holmes  to a tee !  the twenty-six year old has been on the island for their whole life. I heard you can find them walking around the strip or working at good as old as a/an co-owner . rumor has it they can be pretty - passive but if you ask their friends they would say they are more + loyal. i’m pretty sure they remind everyone of  driving with the windows down late at night, the peace you feel from looking at a sky filled with stars, and doodles on an old pair on converse shoes, but that’s for you to decide ? you’ll meet them soon enough, the island is only so big. - anna. thirty. she/her. central.

FULL NAME : margret addison holmes.

NICKNAME(S) : maggie, mags, mag pie

BIRTHPLACE: avalon, ca. 

BIRTHDAY : september 21st. 

ZODIAC SIGN : libra.

GENDER : cis-female.

PRONOUNS : she/her. 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : heterosexual

OCCUPATION : co-owner of good as old.

HOUSING : two bedroom two bath house in the strip neighborhood.

FAMILY : father &. deceased mother. 

HEIGHT : 5’4.

EYE COLOR : brown.

HAIR COLOR : it alternates between dark brown + lighter brown.

TATTOOS : tiny cluster of hand-drawn stars (x) drawn by her best friend jace.

PIERCINGS : ears, all the way up to her helix on her left ear.

LIKES : sitting on the beach and looking up at the stars, plaid skirts, black combat boots, memes of cats, oversized sweaters the second it gets a little chilly, large tee shirts to sleep in, that feeling of a fluffy comforter straight up the dryer.

DISLIKES : arrogant people, people who are rude to customer service workers, the sad videos on tik tok of mistreated pets needing homes, being late to something, anything green being put on pizza.

✦── BRIEF BIO : 

maggie was born and raised here in avalon and it's very clear by the fact that she knows all the town's hidden gems; like the best place to see the most amount of stars outside the city and which place has the best take out. maggie was raised by her father who after her mother passed away in a car crash when maggie was four took over the sole responsibility of raising her. he always did his very best to give maggie the best most normal of childhoods despite not having her mother and knowing there would be a part of her that was always missing. ( also if anyone wants to play her dad I will slide you a nice crisp five dollar bill ) despite her mother's passing when she was young maggie had a relatively normal upbringing. her father and her grew to be extremely close and he always supported her in being the person she wanted to be. growing up she was seen by some of the kids as different or weird for her shy persona and her fascination with the stars so as a result she kind of reserved herself to those she felt safest with. this also meant that when she is forced into those social surroundings she finds herself trying her best to hid her insecurities to the best of her abilities. her comfort zone however, is definitely at home in her comfy clothes, watching her comfort shows. ( someone say mood ). present day she still lives in the town she grew up in, opting to be no more than a five minute drive from her dad. she co-owns the thrift store that she went from working as associate to taking over when the original owner retired. she spends a lot of time trying to give the thrift store both an updated and vintage feel that will apply to the younger crowds. she is still very much that sheltered, often shy, stays close to the comfort kind of girl.

 ✦── HEADCANNONS

she has two cats that she has recused, they are named simon and garfunkel. truly she would adopt more if she could without being that crazy cat lady.

she's a huge fan of the stars, the moon, aliens, etc, after her father used to take her star gazing as a way to talk to her mother.

if she trust you her love language in sending you memes and roasting you.

she owns a collection of plaid skirts that she often matches with a pair of worn out black combat boots.

loves sneaking out in the late hours of the night to go look at stars, that is the key to her heart. bonus points if you bring pizza.

due to her mother's passing she has developed a bit of codependency to the people she holds near and dear.

[satari-raine]

6 for the meme, Judai and your choice of partner!

#6: things you said under the stars and in the grass. ask meme here - still taking requests!

It’s fitting, finding him here – Judai thinks Jim’s no more at home than under a blanket of stars. He wonders why he thinks that, exactly.

There’s something like trepidation, a rhythm of irregularity in his chest, the closer he gets, the closer the floating embers from the campfire become more apparent against the night sky. He knows exactly how long it’s been since he’s seen Jim (and Karen, for that matter, of course.) Long enough to feel like he’s interrupting a stranger instead of sneaking up to surprise an old friend. He walks slow, steps quiet, soft enough to leave the dust of the earth settled below his feet, but even that is loud enough; he hates he smiles about it.

Karen’s head is raised now, orange eyes piercing and staring straight at him, a beacon in the dark.

Before he can speak out, Jim’s raising his hand and Karen instantly settles, curling back into Jim’s lap where he’s stretched out in a lazy sprawl. Judai waits, but Jim doesn’t turn around. Judai waits, but all he gets is ambience, wildlife – there’s a couple pairs of cicadas singing to the east and distantly, if he focuses enough, he can hear some water rushing nearby.

He keeps on walking, finds himself opening his mouth before he can stop it.

"Room for one more?"

Jim doesn't reply verbally, instead flicking his hand in a flourish towards the empty patch of dirt next to him. Karen's tail thumps as if to say, Sit down, you're always welcome, even as her eyes pierce him over the ridge of Jim's thigh. He takes it, sitting upright, his bag making space between the two - three of them - as if it's a wall. Out of the corner of his eye, Jim is smiling, a soft wisp of a thing that looks like it ripples almost, somehow, in the way the firelight flickers.

"I prefer this to a postcard any day, you know that."

"You're still mad about that?"

"Nah," Jim says, with ease. Karen rumbles. "She is, though."

Judai laughs, despite himself, tipping his head up to peer up at the stars to avoid the way Karen's peering at him, such human eyes for a ferocious animal (she's hardly scary, love, he hears in the back of his mind.) The last time he was meant to come, to spend time with Jim, spend the days away in a comfortable haze he has trouble finding these days, he chickened out - as simple as that. Instead he sent a postcard, something more permanent than a fleeting visit, more than what would've surely been a sporadic pit stop barely discussed before he landed in the country, barely able to take in a breath before he would've been swept up in such an enthusiastic hug that it'd be difficult to not feel a little choked up.

Imagining it now, it's a little much, even as an assumption.

Looking back, having mapped out the clearest constellation as one he'll need Jim to educate him on, he sees the man laying back in the grass, trademark hat over his face with that same smile as before still peeking out from underneath. He looks simultaneously small and larger than life, at home against the earth.

Judai waits, counts the minutes and stops at three. He'd be content to let the peace cover for him but he can tell Jim's listening, shoulders holding a rigidity that shows he has the man's full attention.

So, he jokes.

"If I spoil her with treats, will she forgive me?"

Jim grins. It wavers at the ends when he sighs. "We'll see."

Judai contemplates that plurality and lays back, content for now at listening to Jim breathe, an unsent postcard burning a hole in his pocket.

[usafphantom2]

Pratt & Whitney F135: the engine that can't do its job

Diego Alves By Diego Alves 04/12/2013 - 09:00 in Military

The Pentagon F-35 fiasco continues. With $412 billion for 2,470 jets for the Air Force, Marines and Navy (more than 75% more than originally estimated), you would think they would be spending enough money to get it right. But you'd be... wrong.

The most expensive weapons system in world history went through an unexpected turbulence on March 29, when the three-star Air Force general who commands the program revealed that the engine of the single-engine plane was not up to par. Even worse: it never was.

“We are consuming the life of this engine since the beginning of the program, because we underestimate the engine and its requirements,” Lieutenant General Michael Schmidt told a Congressional panel. "We are increasing the costs in this program by consuming the useful life of this engine with additional revisions that are expected throughout the life of the program."

Remember, the F-35 engine is not your typical engine. It is such a large program that since 2010 it has secured its own entry in the Selected Acquisition Reports issued irregularly by the Pentagon. This separates it from the line item "F-35 aircraft" (a way to make the plane look more "cheap"). And since the day the program began, the Pentagon and engine manufacturer Pratt & Whitney agreed that the engine could fail five times more than the used ones ?? in other American fighters.

It turns out that the increasingly complex on-board computers of the F-35 need more electrical and cooling resources than originally thought. This requires your $27 million F135 engine to run with more "force", which wears it out faster.

In 2008, Lockheed discovered that the engine was too weak. Five years later he asked the Pentagon to "reinforce" the resources allocated to the engine. "But the program officials determined that it was too late to redesign the engine, given the cost and schedule impacts of such a change at that stage of the general program," said Jon Ludwigson, of the Office of Government Responsibility, at the same House hearing. It is impressive to say that it was "too late" to fix the engine, since, a decade later, the F-35 has not yet entered full production due to continuous problems.

The powerful PW135: working at its maximum capacity.

Supposedly, the engine has to run twice as hot as the projected one. This wears out faster, which requires more maintenance. This is a great reason why only 29.3% of the 564 F-35s already delivered to the Pentagon were able to carry out all their missions in February. For those who have difficulty in mathematics among us, this means that only one in four F-35s is fully ready to fly and fight. To deal with this, the F-35 program launched what it is calling "War on Readiness".

Taxpayer conclusion: anyone who has taken their car to the workshop for repairs knows it's not cheap. "When you send an engine back more often than you should during [your] life ... it's a huge amount of money that will cost us to renovate these engines many times extra," Schmidt told Defense One.

The famous "meme" of the f-35.

How big is "huge"? The GAO sets the extra cost of engine maintenance in (hold your breath)... US$ 38 billion.

That's more than $100 for each American. Not for the plane. Or your engine. Or to keep the engine running. It's only for the extra repairs that the engine requires because its designs were very bad.

But don't be afraid. To face this challenge, the F-35 program launched a second campaign that calls "War at the Cost". It turns out that China and Russia are not the only enemies that can blow the F-35 from the sky. "The cost," says Schmidt, "is a significant threat to the F-35 program."

EDITOR'S NOTE: Russia, China, Iran? None of them! In fact, the cost is the most significant threat to the F-35 program today.

Fortunately for the program, the author did not mention the fact that to power the update of Block 4 of the F-35 - the one that will lead it to the contractual requirements - the aircraft needs a much more powerful engine and one that runs even hotter. This, in turn, will require additional cooling, which the F-35 cannot provide because its thermal management performance is already at its maximum capacity. Having "refused" to buy the Adaptive Engine that General Electric developed to replace the current F-35, the Pentagon will soon find itself with an even worse performance aircraft for which there will be no repair.)

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1 and 3 for Marvin?

~ librarian-lover 📖

Thank you for the ask Sarah! I need to get better at answering asks at a reasonable time :,)

Ask meme

1. When did you and your f/o(s) meet? How?

Looney Tunes is… weird with its canon. Every episode in the “base” shows is kinda its own thing, not mentioning any spin-offs. Usually, LT!Aspen meets Marvin to kickstart the conflict. Even if you look at the spin-off stuff or movies (Back in Action springs to mind), they would still have pretty limited interaction because, Marvin's just not in them for very long.

I've already written about DD!Aspen and X2's first interaction which you can read right here, please do I'm proud of it.

3. What kind of non-music things remind you of them? (i.e. weathers, objects, and so on!)

Well, there's space and Mars (easiest thing to say in the world, I know). I think for weather specifically, I'd say a perfectly clear night sky and the sky is just full of stars— so much so that there's barely any black. I'd also say some exotic plants and crystals, specifically super symmetrically cut crystals.

[spmcomic]

[bursts down ur door] im here for the dvd commentary ask meme, tell me abt this >:]: The song was meant to be her magnum opus, but upon facing the reality of the sight, how could she ever do it justice? Lazarus paused. I guess I never will, the voices mused together. It stood, on the hill, for a long moment. The packages on its back pushed its knife-legs into the soft ground, so much softer than it was at home. (man, tumblr really dont let u format asks huh)

The moonlight…

Something was wrong. What was it?

There should be three moons, the voices whispered together.

Neima hunched over her stone in the dead of night, pausing every few moments to turn her head up and examine the moons. Their light played off each other: sturdy bronze, icy blue-white, and airy reflective gray between the two. She jabbed her quill against the rock, crumpling the tip. With a snarl she tossed it away, grabbing yet another out of her cup. She dunked the end of it in her ink and very nearly chewed on the tip while she contemplated the three heavenly bodies. Ink dripped off her nose, leaving her whiskers quivering in the multicolored light.

How could you translate such a sight into music? The moons hung serenely in the sky, blotting out even the stars in such a wide circle. The way the colors lit up the long strands of dead grass, bounced off her slate, twinkled at the end of the quill… Neima’s brow furrowed and her ears drew back. She shuffled her stiff feet, trying to force some feeling back into them. They would be out of phase again soon. The next collection like this wouldn’t come around for another two years. She had to make her decision. Bronze, and white, and blue, and gray… The cold and the stillness and the crisp smell of the dew collecting on the rough stones. What notes brought them to mind? What might another instrument accomplish that her trumpet could not?

The song was meant to be her magnum opus, but upon facing the reality of the sight, how could she ever do it justice?

Lazarus paused. I guess I never will, the voices mused together. It stood, on the hill, for a long moment. The packages on its back pushed its knife-legs into the soft ground, so much softer than it was at home.

It could never get home, could it? From the very beginning… the Artificers had total control over Lazarus’ fate, and had ensured it was trapped forever. The voices never had a chance. Even if Lazarus did get home, the voices had been gathered from across time, from across the countries and tribes and regions. Where could Ishani fit, in this new world? Where would Timur? Bryagh? Kai? They had never heard of some of the ideas the other voices shared- the Mayors- the quills- the games- the armored mounts-

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(from theia and gaia)

god. this whole bit. i think this was one of the first strong images i had for the entire fic, honestly. i wanted to evoke that artist's struggle to capture your own mind, with neima. because she is an artist- all of the people within lazarus were full, thinking, feeling individuals with their own lives and goals and inner worlds. the snippets we'd seen up until this point conveyed that, of course, but this one was… vivid, personal, and i think it's a fear that a lot of artists struggle with. the fear that you won't get to make what you wanted to make, you won't get to say what you wanted to say, before you die. and all of the leporids on douma face that lack of closure.

neima is one of the two or three souls that is specifically named during arc 5 of the comic, so i wanted to make sure she had at least one prominent appearance in theia and gaia. she's not the only artist in lazarus of course, and all of the souls are very important within the core, but neima is one of those personalities that easily bubbles to the top in this kind of environment. bryagh and ishani already get a lot of the limelight in this fic, so i wanted to touch on a few other characters within the crowd and make sure they're just as involved in lazarus' turning points as the two folk heroes.

so neima gets a moment of both lost hope and new companionship and awareness, a bit of a rebirth for lazarus. she brings lazarus to its senses with her lost dream, the group realizes their similarities and differences, and the implications of those differences, but they also all get to figure out what they want to do next as a group. all of them have lost dreams. all of prolagus will become lost. again, it's that symbolic lack of closure for their whole species coming to the forefront here.

i hope that scenes like this drive home the tragedy and downright horror of the pixls' situation. not only were their lives taken away, but everyting they wanted to DO with those lives. all the things they never achieved because they never got the chance. as an artist, this idea is terrifying to me. what happens if i hesitate at a critical moment? what happens if i die before i get to finish my project? neima doesn't entirely die, but she is permanently unable to pursue her art after being taken by the artificers.

i think specifically i wanted the moonlight to be emphasized here because moons are so… specific to planets. mars has entirely different moons than earth- mercury and venus, no moons at all. from the "surface" of a planet like saturn or jupiter, the moons must also just look like a dozen tiny dots. what about the ring of saturn? the sky is always a fantastic way to drive home an alien environment especially in a sci-fi story.

in this case, and i do always love perspective reversals, the familiarity is actually with the more alien planet to us. because the leporids might be different from us / the artificers, but they are still people and they still had a home that was familiar to them. in that sense, i wanted the artificers, the more humanoid species, to have the more familiar and friendly environment. the ground is softer, the weather is more mild, they only have one large moon on this world.

haha man it's hard to gush when i'm put on the spot like this. i feel like i'm out of things to say, but i have a million more things to talk about.

i remember all the editing this fic went through, but this scene is actually one of the ones that didn't change much between the three-ish drafts. it was always going to be the midpoint of the fic, the point where lazarus finishes processing its grief and is able to snap out of the haze the artificers cast on it due to this vivid (and very relatable, to the whole crowd within the robot) memory. it's the point where lazarus realizes that it's going to have to change tactics if it wants to make any kind of difference in its situation. it exists in the present rather than the past now. its rebellion takes on a more subtle form. and now, with these memories settled and connections made, it's in a position where it can learn the system and make allies before it attempts to overthrow the artificers' program.

thank you for asking about this. there's so much thought and work that went into theia and gaia that got left unsaid because it was a side project for the comic.