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[canisalbus]

Do your ocs have like bean paws? I don’t think they have them on their hands, but what about their feet? Sorry if it’s a bit weird!

They do have paw pads on their hands and feet! This is just a quick messy sketch but hopefully it sort of illustrates the look I personally go for with my anthros.

[the-magnusinstitute]

but the yellow door

i t b e c k o n s

[windvexer]

My friend bought me some organic clove essential oil. Do you know what it's spiritual uses are?

Mostly (entirely?) UPG;

Clove is protective in that it works very well to establish boundaries.

This means that clove is very useful in protection spells where:

you feel you have no valid "claim" to the space

you feel your boundaries are being walked all over

when you feel like your authority is being ignored or disrespected

Please note that developing a boundary is not precisely the same thing as building a wall or sealing a space.

Clove aids in prosperity and various works of abundance in that it works very well to establish foundations.

This means that clove is very useful in prosperity spells where:

you are developing something new that doesn't yet have its footing

you are reclaiming withered projects that feel overgrown or buried

you are expanding something beyond its current capacities; expanding foundations

you are patching "holes" that allow blessings/money/gifts to disappear as fast as they come

Here are some examples of how I might experiment with clove:

For an altar consecration spell, combine clove with an "elevating" ally, such as frankincense or rosemary, to mark the boundaries of the altar as being protected and filled with divinity.

For a social respect spell, combine clove with honey to make your boundaries appear strongly to others, but also to encourage others to be sweet when interacting with them.

For a protection spell, combine clove with red peppers to burn those who cross boundaries.

For a money spell, combine clove with chamomile, basil, or another money-drawing ally, to strengthen the financial foundations of your life in order to bring in money.

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Genuine question for those of you who say that you want the dissolution of all states. What do you envision in place of states in terms of:

Logistics (i.e. making sure every area has the basic resources it needs in order to function and people not die for lack of water, food, fuel, medical supplies, etc.) Like not assigning these things necessarily but literally just getting them to various far-flung places.

Security (how do you prevent people from outside the area coming in and taking everything including resources, land, people, etc.) How do you prevent authoritarian groups coming in and occupying your formerly peaceful, non-hierarchical society?

Supporting people outside of affinity networks or within rigid social systems (a lot of disabled people, queer people, and other people on the social, familial, and religious outs are gonna die without some kind of appropriate systems in place to meet these needs.)

Addressing major environmental challenges that require cooperation over vast areas of land, if not global cooperation.

Rule of law, especially when it comes to human rights, freedom of movement, freedom of religion/culture, dispute resolution between governing bodies of whatever variety that doesn't involve war, etc. but also just like, basic laws governing interpersonal relationships (preventing rape, murder, theft, etc. and addressing the aftermath of those things in a humane, just way.)

Peaceful transition from states to whatever it is you imagine taking their place, without hemorrhaging lives from the most vulnerable populations.

And like, there's more that I'm sure I'd have questions about too, but these concerns are so basic that I just cannot continue the conversation without knowing what the plan is for these essential tenets of an organized society.

Don't get me wrong: I don't love states and wish we had a better system too. I am also painfully aware that states are failing many if not most of these all the time. However, what I would need to know is how what you are proposing is better than trying to improve what currently exists and isn't going to come at the cost of catastrophic loss of human life, human cultures, animal life, and land destruction. And not in a pie-in-the-sky way, a realpolitik way.

[blowingoffsteam2]

“What are you so afraid of?”

“Sora, let’s take the raft and go! Just the two of us!”

[thegreatyin]

okay. so.

if you asked the scoundrel what her name (and by name, i mean her title as mr cards) translates to in correspondence, she'd show you this sigil:

assigned by the masters themselves, of course. she's very proud of it. she'll flaunt it to anyone and everyone who makes the mistake of asking.

the thing is, well. she's wrong. the real translation is significantly different.

it's an insult. an offense. basically the correspondence equivalent of calling yourself butthead. she has no idea what it actually means, and if you were to tell her, she'd probably refuse to believe you. violently.

as for how this mixup even happened, well,

let's just say her coworkers do a little bit of trolling.

[the-travelling-witch]

hello miss witch, i have a question for you if you don't mind c:

i've read about that sweet ask left by the snowflake anon and then the compliments (?) from another anon about that work with scara ending up late because of morning kisses and cuddles

this actually had me wondering how would the anemo boys react to a sudden sneak attack consisting in kisses all over their faces, no spot/inch left untouched

if you need an example, this one: aether is minding his own business, maybe sketching a new tattoo idea, or drawing for fun, or doing whatever maybe while sitting, and his sweet lil partner comes behind him, engulfing him in a warm hug before leaving numerous (very numerous, almost too many one could say) kisses and smooches all over his face, so many that no inch is left untouched: cheeks, cheekbones, eyes, forehead, temples, nose, lips as the final touch, before stopping satisfied and go back to whatever this partner was doing before this sudden love shower, their lover boy probably short circuited by this

no need to answer at all or for all the boys if you don't feel like it, it was just a curiosity that came to mind c:

have a nice day, miss witch

hi there, i never mind asks about the modern au, i just might not answer requests for drabbles immediately bc i need to be in the right mood to write more than a few paragraphs for a specific scenario :>

i won’t write for all of them bc i have a lot of requests for the modern au (and that’s considering i don’t actually take requests) but modern! aether needs more love <3

warning: a little suggestive at the end (or you could just get your mind out of the gutter hshsh)

holly's modern au masterlist || holly’s modern au tag

Aether’s sketchbook lay discarded on the coffee table, having to make room for you to scoot into the place it previously occupied. With his hands now free to hold you, you could easily rest your head on your boyfriend’s slowly rising and falling chest.

Catching up on a show you were watching together, your hands were tangled in the ends of Aether’s long hair, the blond strands soft but still showing some of the colour that had washed out over time. 

When the show hit a bit of a sag in tension and nothing really happened to move the plot further, your gaze landed on the empty mugs in front of you and you untangled your legs from Aether’s to push yourself up.

But your decision to grab new drinks was delayed as you glanced down at your boyfriend underneath you, looking ethereal with his golden hair splayed around him like a molten halo, his bright eyes focusing on you at your movement.

“Hm, what are you-“

His breath hitched as you leant down to plant a soft kiss against his temple, his skin warm and smooth against your lips. Not able to resist, you trailed more kisses over his temple, all over his cheeks dimpling with his smile, his melodic giggles floating through your living room until you reached the corner of his mouth.

You attacked his nose next, simultaneously pushing the loose strands of his hair behind his ear with the hand not used to support yourself, just so you could flutter a swarm of butterfly kisses over his pierced ears.

The skin underneath the pad of your thumb grew steadily hotter as you caressed the arch of his cheekbone, your lips busy mapping out the path from behind his ears, over his jaw and down his throat. 

By now his heart beat was thumping faster against your chest than before and you know Aether was trying to control his breathing, only to be betrayed by his own shaky exhale. He swallowed hard as you lingered over the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, before continuing south as far as the collar of his shirt would let you.

As you sat up on your knees between his legs, you studied your boyfriend’s flushed face, seeing how his brain tried to catch up to what happened just now, his fingers twitching without his arms complying to bring them any closer to you.

“I’m getting up to get new drinks, of course,” you cheekily answered his previous question, moving to unfold your legs from underneath yourself and slinging them over the edge of the couch. 

Aether mumbled something under his breath as you stood up and you urged him to repeat himself, louder this time. There was more clarity in his eyes when you looked back at him, subconsciously licking his lips.

“I said, didn’t you forget somewhere?” The question was airy in the delicate atmosphere, as if any more force could shatter the bubble you found yourself in, where only him and you existed.

Pretending to contemplate for a moment, you agreed with a grin but didn’t bend down over his mouth. Instead you quickly lifted the hem of his shirt and your lips made contact with the cool metal of his belly button piercing, giving it more attention than the others before. With your hand splayed on his warm stomach, you could feel the sharp intake of air under your colder fingertips and you followed his skin relentlessly before letting up with a smirk.

Satisfied with the state you left your boyfriend in, you turned towards the kitchen to actually fetch new drinks but the action left Aether outside your field of vision. 

So, when his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a surprised gasp left your lips and you were quickly spun back towards your couch and flipped over to have your back meet the couch cushions.

Perhaps with your boyfriend now hovering over you and his blond hair tickling the side of your face, it was a good moment to remember how unassumingly agile he was.

There was a competitive sparkle in his eyes as a grin playfully curled around his lips and you closed your eyes when he leant down to mirror your actions. But instead of starting from your temple like you did, the featherlight touch of his soft lips against your earlobe sent a shiver down your spine as he whispered to you.

“It’s my turn now, beautiful.”

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[my-hobby-is-finding-the-source]

hi! i've tried looking for the source of this image but i haven't had any luck ;^^ any help is appreciated!!

I think that would be the Rose Lalonde (I think? I haven't been to this neighborhood) subspecies, or at least a sister species, to this particular specimen of the Mom, I Threw Up genus.

[msmc-796-official]

>encrypted communication incoming

>decrypting message...

Mirrorsmoke Mercenary Company.

This is st-g2-084. I am contacting you to request an escort out of the Mergi III system, as well as refuge among your fleet. I shall offer both payment in front, as well as my services to your company for as long as you deem necessary.

To be frank, this mission might put you at risk of opposing Smith-Shimano Corpro, although I have done all in my power to avoid such a situation. I only ask eventual protection in case my preparations were insufficient.

I understand my request is not rich in details, however rest assured I shall expand on everything that led to my message once I am safe aboard one of your ships.

You will find my exact coordinates as well as a rough description of local corporate presence attached to this communication.

I await your response with hope.

[Killjoy]

Your message has been received, Killjoy. Help is on the way.

I got in touch with Command; they've dispatched squadron MSMC-835 "Rogue Syndicate" to your supplied coordinates, along with an allied transport ship. This particular squadron has a lot of experience dealing with hostile SSC elements, so they should be more than qualified to get you out. (One of their pilots used to be a model for SCC prior to joining us, actually - callsign Mannequin, if memory serves. Pilots a Pegasus now; real cool gal.)

Ask for me once your escort makes it back here; I'll get you set up with Recruitment to get started on your paperwork. (They'll probably call in a few folks from Legal, too, as it sounds like you'll have some outstanding connections to SSC that need terminating.)

MSMC is no stranger to getting people out of tight situations in regards to the Big 4; in fact, the current IPS-N intern has an outstanding offer of sanctuary with us in case things go south for them and UNCLE. You'll fit right in here - we've got a LOT of ex-corpo folks on staff. (Hell, both of my squadmates are former Big 4 members - I'm technically the odd one out here!)

And hey, feel free to stick around however long you need to. If you need to go back, we can arrange that - or, if you end up deciding that you'd rather leave SSC behind for good, I can hook you up with the requisite paperwork to make that happen. Either way, you're safe with us. Legal wouldn't dare let SSC lay a finger on you (and neither would any of our mercs, for that matter).

Hang in there, Killjoy. Help is on the way.

-- Angel

[holdoncallfailed]

Mailer from the first official UK Beatles fan club to an American fan, including the initial club papers and an update from 1965, when her membership was first issued. + unaffiliated US-made Beatles trading cards. (via)

transcript available here.

[humbuns]

Here's a question, what's Xy's relationship with The Royals™️ like?

Assuming you mean the groupchat, it will be something like this:

I think Xy will get along with them (even in terms of horoscopes) but he probably will feel drained in some form

Their relationship with Barbs is based on a small comic idea I did long, long ago where he was actually the first one who passively threaten to kill Xy the minute he came to the Devildom and out of all of the threats he got, Xy believed him the most. But Barbatos is so interesting to Xy that he is willing to poke the fire and see if it bites back (Solomon and him are similar in that regard; massive crushes but so stupidly reckless and Barbatos hates it lmao)

With Dia, it is mixed; There's too much unpredictability around him for Xy's brain that he finds both amusing but distracting. However, they feel relatively safe around him so I can see them being besties (much to the dismay of Belphie)

If you meant like the Royal Court in the Devildom:

Xy is tragically written as law student in my notes lmao, so he will definitely find something to argue with them in some form (especially in antiquated rule that lasted this long and who carelessly regards humans) That's why I feel like he will get along with Dia's whole plan to fix things up!

[the-magnusinstitute]

how does the institute management (read. elias bouchard) feel about unions.

[excerpt from company-wide email sent by Elias Bouchard, 19th February 20–, pinned on the fridge in the staff kitchen]

‘For the last time, STOP asking me about starting a union, I’m going through a divorce and it’s incredibly distressing to hear that word.’

This email was sent over five years ago and nobody has followed up on it. Rumour has it that one of the Archival Assistants disappeared after asking about worker’s rights.

[ask-neloth]

Master Neloth, My spider importer informed me he’d passed through your new tower settlement on his latest expedition to Solstheim. Really, I'm surprised you are still alive. You haven’t made any recent contributions to Tamriel’s scholarship or exerted your once-strong will in Morrowind politics. I therefore presumed one of our national tragedies had carried you off. 

I congratulate you on acquiring the elevated title of Arch-Magister of Solstheim. While I was but a mere apprentice to the Keeper of the Tel Naga Archives, I knew then that you aspired to the lofty position of Arch-Magister. Best wishes for future success in your research and the acquisition of your own Council to go with the title,

Tivela Andrethi, Mistress of Tel Galen

Oh, you're one of the Andrethi children. I believe I remember you. I remember your father, at the very least. So, you were one of my archivist's underlings, were you? Given your clear attention to even the most trivial of details, I'm sure you were good enough at your job.

'Morrowind politics', or what's left of them, have nothing to offer me. Our once proud and prosperous House is more concerned with petty territory squabbles with House Redoran and rampant Argonians than advancing our status or growing our influence. Tel Mithryn, while still modest in size, is shaping into a fine citadel. There is far more to the title of Arch-Magister than simply presiding over a council, though I shall make sure to inform you should any positions become available.

You say you have not seen my contributions to Tamriel's scholarship? Perhaps that is simply because they have become so ubiquitous you did not realize that I was the innovator. Tell me, do you have a staff enchanter at Tel Galen? If not, I'm sure you could easily find one at the College of Winterhold or within the walls of the College of Whispers. I've heard that the Imperial army has even adopted them for their speed and efficiency. Though I understand if it escaped your notice that these were of my design.

...

I'm sorry, did you say your spider informed you?

[alfredosauce50]

Alfredosauce I have a confession…

I’ve read some of your stuff to the boyf (he lets me gush about what I like) BUT I HAVEN’T TOLD HIM IT’S HETALIA FANFICTION WE’VE BEEN READING THIS ENTIRE TIME 💀

Me asf 🙏

I took out the cringe of Hetalia and replaced it with my own cringe. You’re welcome

[32bitterra]

What mind do you think has the most wasted potential?

I sat here for a while trying to think of one, but I discovered I am incredibly neutral towards all of them (even Meat Circus.) Even if a level is flawed or weak, I still think they manage to communicate the story they want to tell.

[thehussargeneral]

SALUT GENERAL! great to see a rascal like you around! heard you bit it soon after i did which is a shame but i hope you went out in style!

a lil bird keeps tellin me who appears in this bizarre afterlife so let me take it on myself to welcome ya to this place!

if youre still up for fightin we could sure use a man like you! otherwise enjoy your afterlife retirement

— Marshal Lannes, @armagnac-army

Monsieur le Maréchal, what a pleasure to hear from you and know I am not alone in this place! I had been in a state of believing that there is nothing outside of this encampment. Yes, my death was just the valiant end suitable for a cavalryman like me; there could have been none better than the death I got at the head of a charge.

As for matters of fighting, it would be simply ridiculous to suggest that I would be unwilling to return to war, Monsieur! Return to me my brave division and I shall be the most eager to charge at its head just as in life! I am at your service, whatever the threat and whoever the enemy.

- General Lasalle