#...waaaaaait a minute

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 3, day 11

Late art tonight for dealing with life bullshit reasons, but we've added lightning! We also did an animation for it but that's gonna take like 15 minutes to render and I need to go to bed 45 minutes ago sooooooo

[the20thcenturykid]

Huh, I just realised I've passed my oral native language final high school exam (matura) by talking about gender fluidity and how sticking to completely binary form is outdated. All that during time I didn't know much about LGBTQ+ community, not knowing I'm aro/ace and of "I don't care" gender and I based my reasoning on the hard sci-fi book (what was actually topic of my exam "how author portraits their time period in their piece" and yes I explained quite nicely why I used sci-fi book as "author's present time") where gender and sex is just the way you portrait yourself since most of people are practically digitalised and you choose your physical avatar you live in and some people have more than one so... You can look however you like basically, so for that manner new pronoun is used for them as basic one.

And I didn't knew this book were quite interesting piece of gender ambiguous umbrella in my country for some time.

You know, in my language (Polish) we use pronounces even in first person talk usually by changing last part of some words for feminine -am and masculine -em (I'm not going to explain it better, I'm ass in grammar) and there's no real alternative aside from pronoun for 'it', which in my language could mean child or object so... Also plural pronouns are gendered to.

There are some initiatives to use 'it' form or create new pronouns for gender ambiguous community but it's tough case since it's basically making quite big change in whole language where our society is still way behind many countries and while portrayed from outside as way more homophobic than it is in case of transphobia... Well, let's say trans people don't have easy and gender ambiguous are usually just treated as 'tomboys' or 'femboys'. (Yes, it's changing and is way better in bigger cities but we are in middle ages still). So pronouns are being created and... While it's individual thing for every person which to use, for me most of them don't seem natural to the language (like -ix one because letter 'x' is basically not existent in polish language and some even change it to '(i)ks' when writing english word in polish sentence) and here I came back to my exam because pronouns that I found the most fitting were... From that book I used as base to my oral essay (created on spot mind you, I had like 15min to prepare after I've got a theme). The thing is they seems interestingly natural and work very well with our grammar. They're based on -um pronoun and next to -om one seems the most fitting to the language itself. They even named after author's surname so it's 'dukatyw' or 'dukaizm'. Of course, I didn't knew that those 7 years ago.

I'm not here trying to push any agenda or great statement - I just found it funny than my 19-yr old ass completely outside of LGBTQ+ community when heard theme was "let's make 15+min lecture about gender and sex fluidity" based on book I've readed like a year earlier which burned my brain and twisted it to the other side and I decided to love it.

The book is "Perfekcyjna Niedoskonałość" (Perfect Imperfection) by Jacek Dukaj and was never translated to any other language and honestly I think it's almost impossible to do so to English without loosing most of it's "flavour". That pronouns thing is just a part of writing and shown universe, tho while subject on ones identity and purpose is main theme of it, the gender is just it - the part.

Time fluctuations, tech bending time and space and some social and interspecies tensions are quite big part of it too but that's other story.

[raimagnolia]

Me, a lifelong christian, who grew up with the best female doggo in the world and didn't realize this yet:

"menstruation is punishment for original sin" is a fairly common doctrine (altho in my experience it's usually more implicit than just baldly stated like that)

anyway this implies that of all the animal kingdom, humans are not UNIQUE in sinning, but are joined by bats, the elephant shrew, and the spiny mouse species Acomys cahirinus. (according to my 5 seconds on wikipedia at least)

[akumanoken]

This is the scene I'm talking about and why Souji was kicked out,

Because after a while, when it's not just one person asking the question, but many, it becomes a problem...

[thedemonsurfer]

Hey can we talk about how the very recent SAMS stuff has turned out to be a brilliant twist of audience complicity?

With the most recent eps, its become blindingly clear that Dark Sun has been manipulating or influencing Moon's actions to some degree. And looking back over it, it's really fun trying to pick out the point where Moon started going downhill and being like 'oh, that's how he was being pushed'. Folks remembered that Moon was the first person Dark Sun ever grabbed, forcibly scanning him before sending him back home. Dark Sun outright told Eclipse that he wanted to do something to Moon.

Now Moon's reactions make more sense. The yelling, the lashing out at his family in a way he's never done before. The extremes that seem so Out-of-Character.

But at the time it was happening?

No one was talking about manipulation. Everyone was willing to go 'I guess Moon sucks actually'.

Including the audience.

How great is that! We're omniscient, more or less! The audience is exposed to interactions and monologues that the characters never see. We have knowledge like the exact things Moon said to Old Moon, or Dark Sun said to him. We can go back and reference them!

And yet we were led into the exact same trap as the characters-- looking at Moon and going 'you're no better than Old Moon'.

The thing Moon hates the most! That comparison to Old Moon, the fear that he really isn't any better. Haunted by a spectre of a shitty person that was apparently loved anyway. And you'd think we, as the audience, would remember that, but as soon as he slips up the comparisons start flying. I was doing it too!

And that's why I think the recent twist has been brilliant, because they hid it inside what they knew the audience would assume, like a pill inside some shitty cheese. By tying Moon's instability to his grief, it made his actions seem more plausible, and therefore it was seen as a failure of his character. Oh, clearly Moon just sucks as a person I guess.

We the audience failed the guy just as hard as his family did for not stepping back and going 'waaaaaait a minute', and we were manipulated by the writing into that failure (as, y'know, that's how writing works).

And that's fucking brilliant, 10/10

[morningstarwrites]

Wanted to put a little theory/random thought here before the update :P

So for when Lucifer gets to see Alastor’s tail, I’m thinking it could go two ways. One- his pants have like a little slot in them or something so it’s not really awkward he just takes off his shirt or something. Two- they go into a room or something and then he realizes “waaaaaait a minute. How is this going to work. Do I have to take off my pants wait-“ and it’s going to be really funny

Anywho can’t wait for the chapter hope you’re having a good week so far!

OOHHHHH 👀 you should read and find out!!

tysm, hope you're having a good week too <3

[nomagicartz]

Waaaaaait a minute here!

With all the Merome art you’ve made, I’m surprised to see Mitch and Jerome on your relationship chart are just friends! Are they crushes? One sided love? Spill the details spill them!!!!

this might be a long one because i am oh so ill over them

im glad you noticed that silly little detail ! to put it simply they are awful and mitch will not come to terms that he likes men . its awful . theyre awful .

mitch being this awful is why i often draw him looking away! or just never making eye contact with jerome

So for . most of the story . their love is very one sided . Jerome devotes himself to Mitch, and hes kept it up since day one. They met in the games. The only time Mitch will ever let himself get that close is when they are in the games.

Mitch wants to let himself love Jerome. But how can he. How could he. He kills Jerome like clockwork in those games. He knows exactly where to hit him. His sword has carved through Jerome's chest more times than he can count.

Jerome is a loyal dog. He's a dead one. He doesn't care about any of this, he's just glad Mitch is there, and that he can devote himself.

Mitch cant love Jerome back till he leaves the games. He's stuck in a burning house and he cant leave. Jerome wont leave without Mitch.

So theyre stuck in a never ending cycle. Mitch wont leave till he loses. But he's built for killing. Its carved into his being. Every time he tries to let someone else win, to let Jerome win, a switch flicks on in his mind, and blood soaks his hands. Jerome wont leave without MItch, so every game he tries his damned best to win, to get them both out of this awful cycle. But theyre stuck in this holographic world, where death is only momentary and sweet.

Im so sorrty for ranting holy fuck i hate them actually theyre so awful to each other .

TLDR mitch bets on losing dogs and has too much internalized homophobia . here have a playlist with songs that i associate so deeply with them .

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 12 - Remember

Parts 1-11 here

So… we finally find out what happened on the roof. Sort of… *cough* sorry Johnny… and Virg… and Jeff. And Scott who I presume is on the receiving end of some version of this account from John…

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He’d done what he was asked. The kids were “kept out of the way” even if they were yelling and crying and rattling pointlessly at the door handle he’d wedged the chair under. He felt awful about it but they had to be safe, not see anything… worrying. Anything that could cause them more problems than they already had. But he couldn’t just stay and babysit when everything might be going wrong. Dad might need help.

John should have seen this was coming. He should have paid more attention. He should have stopped it. He should have been less selfish. Pressing his knuckles into the spaces between his nose and his eyeballs he swallowed hard then raised his voice above the yelling, told Gordon and Alan he’d be back in just a minute. Then with suddenly trembling limbs followed his father up the fold down ladder to the flat part of the roof they used for stargazing.

The sky was cloudless, the sun had just set and blue hour was upon them, the iron oxide-soaked sandstone gleaming as red as any of Dad’s Martian landscape images. Here, in the lee of the dormer there was a dead calm, as if the wind was anxiously holding its breath in the same way John was. His father, about 5 feet above him was edging carefully across the ridge towards where the peaked roof of John’s third storey attic room loomed over the rest of the ranch. Dad looked back over his shoulder and frowned, silently demanding silence.

John complied. His throat had seized up anyway. As had pretty much every nerve in his body the moment as his eyes drifted past his father’s clambering form to the figure standing tall at the highest point of the roof. He clung to the railing at the top of the stairs and prayed to anyone that would listen that this wasn’t what it looked like.

Virgil was stood at the highest point of the roof, one hand resting atop the chimney stack, the other gesticulating as if he was engaged in a passionate debate. His posture was so familiar, the unstyled hair hanging in his face, less so. He couldn’t hear exactly what his brother was saying but his tone was friendly, good humoured even. Which, given the circumstances, was downright eerie.

A solitary bird of prey wailed impatiently as it hovered overhead. Peregrine, probably, John realised with a pang. Scott would point them out as they passed through every spring and every fall. He remembered the otherwise ‘so much more grown up than you lot’ fourteen year old bouncing gleefully around the yard the day they’d seen a female stoop on a pigeon right overhead. Every Tracy knew, because he reminded them often, that that was the fastest any living creature could travel under its own steam, although Scott was determined to break that record one day.

John was aware it should probably be ‘had been’ but was not in any way ready to make that shift. Not in any way at all. He swallowed hard at the lump threatening to close up his throat and returned his attention to his next biggest brother. He edged slightly closer as Dad finally reached Virgil and held out a hand.

Virgil didn’t take it.

More wailing from above, multiple voices this time. John, unable to resist glancing up at the sound, counted a group of four hastening through the sky towards the lone dot in the distance which he imagined wheeling back around at the cries of waaaaaaait-waaaaaait. Scott’s reverent voice reminded him that these birds travelled alone except for newly fledged siblings who would undertake their first big migration together for protection and moral support.

“YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE!”

Virgil’s raised voice dragged John’s attention back - how had he lost concentration? What had he missed? His father was talking in a low voice, but John detected an edge he could quite place? He was… uncertain? That wasn’t like Dad at all. To hell with it, he had to get over there. He abandoned stealth and scrambled along the roof until the frustrated pain in his brother’s shout stopped him in his tracks.

“WHY WON’T YOU LET ME HELP HIM?!”

Virgil’s back was to his father and he flinched away as Dad reached out to touch his shoulder.

“HE’S GONE, VIRGIL! THIS IS JUST… A… A FANTASY…! YOU HAVE TO COME DOWN! Please…”

His father’s voice was finally raised but then cracked, agonisingly, on that last word and Virgil spun to face him, fury in his eyes.

Time slowed. John felt tension thicken the air, as potent as the moment before a storm breaks and it resolved in much the same way: With a roar of anger and a strike of pent up energy from Virgil’s muscular arm.

Dad crumpled to his knees and leant heavily against the chimney breast. There was absolute silence. John tore his eyes from his father to gape up at his strongest yet most determinedly non-violent brother, in time to see the horrified expression on Virgil’s face, staring at his own clenched fist as though it belonged to someone else entirely. He looked around in a panic and began to shuffle backwards away from his father, more like a small, frightened animal about to bolt than the broad, reassuring presence John knew him to be.

John was moving before his mind even registered the implications. Of course he was too slow, he should have been there to start with. He called out to try to warn him but only succeeded in causing his brother’s eyes to lock on to his for the split second before they widened further and he disappeared from view.

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[sexwithsophie]

Aro? Ace? Can you help?

I'll be expanding on this later, but I just wanted to voice it somewhere for the first time ever, because it's a lot and I'm still processing. I've just really pieced together that my dear sweet husband is 100% aromantic and is definitely somewhere on the asexual spectrum. I'm thinking gray or cupio.

We've been happily married for 10 years, come September, and have a beautiful life together. Two kids, three dogs, and so much love. My first thought when his orientation clicked for me was… unabashed JOY. So many things just fell squarely into place about him and about our relationship.

I'm happy to discuss if there's an interest or if you have questions, but wow. I have always felt so protective of my acearo babies on here, and now I get to shelter and nurture what must have been a horribly neglected, nuclear part of the man I'm madly in love with?

I'll be honest, I'm a little scared, a little overwhelmed, and a little sad in some ways for various reasons, but above all, I'm ecstatic that we can embark on this new journey of deciphering as a team. We've been together for almost 14 years, so to learn anything new about one another is actually kinda nice.

So, sorry for the shameless plug, but I'll probably share more updates on my site sexwithsophie.com. I built it as a safe space to cultivate these exact kinds of conversations! But, I'd love your thoughts and comments, here or on there is just fine. My question to you, if you're aspec, is how would you like for your wife to best support you if you were just now coming into an understanding of your sexual orientation?

Thank you in advance, and please feel free to reblog this for visibility. I'm hoping to learn if anyone's been on the other side of this so I can treat him how you would have wanted to be treated when you shared with a loved one. Also, he didn't come out to me or anything, this is something I figured out after doing a whole-ass podcast on Asexuality and being like… waaaaaait just a minute.… lol

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[childlikegoblinqueen]

Huntlow Week Day # 6: Opposites/Owl House.

Meet me at the Owl House at sunset. - H 💚💛💚💛

Willow ran her fingers over the sharply written script.

As always? Hunter's handwriting was very distinct.

Very recognizable.

His t's always crossed at the same angle. All letters written at the appropriate heights -- sitting exactly on the line below.

Belos had trained him so very well.

As a child, Hunter was forced to write line after line, copying the exact form and wording as directed by the man monster who had forced him into a tight mold. Belos took Hunter from the ground, and like so many who'd come before -- all the others who had been cloned from the doomed model that was Caleb Wittebane -- the Emperor had covered Hunter's face in a mask, wrapped his body in a uniform, and proceeded to break and re-make him until there was no piece of Hunter permitted beyond what his creator had allowed.

So of course, when Willow saw the green and gold hearts Hunter had added to his signature -- a symbol for the connection between them -- she melted immediately.

It had been a year since Willow had met Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams Hunter at Hexside and the plan had been that the two would go to see The Bloodied Teeth -- and specifically Captain Vyra Spidervein play the Screaming Sidhe in the Flyer Derby Playoffs. Unfortunately the game had been postponed due to an outbreak of the fire flu which took out three members of the Sidhe and two of the Teeth.

"I'm gonna make it up to you." Hunter told Willow.

"Pfft." Willow had waved him away. "It's not like you have anything to make up for! It's not your fault they got sick. They'll reschedule the game when everyone is better and we'll go then."

"Oh nonono." Hunter shook his head quickly, "We'll go to the game, but that won't be on the actual anniversary of the day we met! A - a-and I want to make it special for you!"

So on the morning of the first anniversary of the day they had met, Willow was awoken by the a soft cooing sound on her balcony. Owlbert stood perched with a note in his beak inviting Willow to the Owl House.

As she approached the front door, she saw Hooty -- in his usual spot -- with a sly smile across his round face.

"Helloooooooooooo Captain!" Hooty's smile spread. "Hoot Hoot."

"Hey there Hooty!?" Willow said brightly. She was surprised to see him there, honestly. Hooty spent much more time with Lilith than in the actual Owl House. "Whatcha up to today?"

"Ooooooooooh. Something....." The Owl Tube sang dramatically. He blushed coyly, wrapping himself around Willow's back, he nudged her inside. "I heard today was a SPECIAL day for you and your LOVERBOY!"

"Waaaaaait a minute." Willow crossed her arms. She spun around to look at Hooty, nose to beak. "Please don't tell me you kidnapped Hunter to do a Tunnel of Love thing?"

There was no question that the letter had been from Hunter, but Hooty was relentless. Golden Guard or not, given the chance? Hooty would beat Hunter in any fight.

"Tell me the truth Hooty!" Willow leaned in. "Where is he? Did you make him write that letter to me?"

"Cool your jets lady!" Eda sassed from inside. The Owl Lady was smiling coyly. "Blondie actually set this up for you himself and it took him three whole days to work up the courage to ask for use of the tunnel under the house so..."

"Make sure you give him a SMOOOOOOOOCH! Hoot!" Hooty smiled again. "SEEEEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS!" He sang. With that the house demon curled into a heartshape and slithered away.

Eda smiled and handed Willow a piece of paper featuring an intricate glyph. Willow tapped the middle and it folded, lighting up to for a light in the shape of a flower.

"Follow the light." Eda nodded, "he's waiting for you."

Willow's face flushed just a bit. The flower light began to hover over her hand guiding her down the stairs though the basement to a platform lined with flowers. In the middle stood King Clawthorne. The child titan wore a little tuxedo.

As Willow approached King cleared his throat. "Invitation please?" He reached out a claw.

"Invitation?" Willow but her lip. "Oh!" She reached into her pocket and handed King the letter from Hunter."

"Hmmmmmm." King produced a little monocle from his pocket and placed it on his eye. He perused the letter before returning it to Willow with a nod. "Yep. That is authentic! Please step on!"

Willow stepped on the platform and King pulled a level slowly floating them down to a dock where Raine Whispers stood playing their violin.

"Ah! Hey there." They smiled as Willow approached. Clearing their throat Raine leaned in and looked towards the empty dock. "Listen." They said. "Just so you know, he's been practicing for 48 hours straight, and I think it's perfect, but you know him and..."

"Raine." Willow wiggled her nose. "I have no idea what's going on, but whatever Hunter's got planned ? I already love it."

"That's what I told him!" Raine threw their hands up, "But you know him? Everything's got to be perfect and -- well?"

Before Raine could say anymore a swan boat pulled up -- with the face of an owl. On top stood Hunter, guitar slung over his back. He slid down Hooty's neck and met Willow at the dock.

"My lady?" He said formally. Dressed in what looked to be a handmade suit in the colors of the Emerald Entrail's uniforms, Hunter bowed his head and held his hand out. Willow took it and he helped her into the boat. She took a seat as the Hooty-swan boat pulled away from the dock.

"Aren't ya gonna sit next to me?" Willow shrugged.

Hunter shook his head quickly. "N-no ma'am." A self assured smile crept up on his face. "Not yet at least?"

"Hunter." Willow sighed, "What's this all about? You know you didn't have to go through all this for just the anniversary of the first day we met?"

"But I did," Hunter sighed. "B-because you changed so much for me that day. A -and I don't think I realized how much until --things went wrong? And then I didn't see you for a long time, but I thought about you a lot and -- "

"Hunter?" Willow smiled warmly, "Again. That's water under the bridge! Sit with me!"

"No. Not yet." Hunter shook his head. He moved his guitar to playing position and covered it with various glyphs as the boat began to move. "Willow Park." He began. "So much's changed since we met, and there was so much I wanted to tell you back then -- but I couldn't. S-so I wanted to show you what it felt like -- to meet you."

Hunter's body began to glow -- his guitar burst into a ball of light as each glyph awakened. He began to strum a giddy tune, and he sang.

Ooh, you make me live Whatever this world can give to me It's you, you're all I see Ooh, you make me live now, honey Ooh, you make me live

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true, I really love you Oh, you're my best friend

All around the scene -- set up with cheesy hearts and animatronics changed to a garden of beautiful flowers and vines.

When the song was finished, Hunter let out a long breath. Willow just sat. Her words sat in the back of her throat, where her heart pounded. She remained silent.

Hunter's confident smile faded. "O-oh. Was that too much?" her murmured. "I told Hooty that the normal tunnel wouldn't be enough, but he swore that's how Luz and Amity got together and -- mmmph."

Willow launched forward covering his mouth with her lips. When the two broke apart she smiled coyly.

"You serenaded me on a boat." Willow smiled. "This is the best anniversary gift ever."

"Better than Vyra Spidervein?" Hunter scratched the back of his neck.

Willow laughed. "Yes, actually."

"Oh. Cool." Hunter shrugged. "Then I guess I can sell those tickets for the rescheduled match and--"

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Willow growled playfull.

Hunter chuckled softly and pulled her into a hug. "Happy anniversary, Captain." he whispered.

(Yes Vyra Spidervein is from @lollytea's fic <<< Link)

[tvickiesims]

Ignito Fireplace From Modern Primitives - Glass and Metal Trim Default Replacement

A new addition to the clear glass defaults! This one caught my eye when I was playing and I was like “Waaaaaait a minute! Is that glass purple?!”. And will you believe me if I say that the texture of the original black metal trim was...a pitch black square?! 🤦🏽‍♀️ So I replaced the trims with wonderful rough metals by @shastakiss​ and applied the No Shine™ magic 😏

I also tried replacing the bricks textures but two of them refused to stick, it never happened in my cc making practice before for such a simple dr. I checked everything and all the links were correct (I thought maybe it was repo’d to wallpapers but no) so I abandoned this idea for now.

(logs will change their look if you have this fireplace replacement installed)

Compressed, clearly labelled, picture included.

Download at SFS

[rocaillefox]

wait WAAAAAAIT. realization about orv def spoilers below

okay so we know that theres the whole situation with OD creating the universe of the world we see in orv. right. and his beliefs and impressions of the story created it, then at the end all the readers and dokjas out there create the story through their imagination and belief- they make it real.

ive already mentioned how this mirrors his mothers book, but let me take that one step further. because its what od wanted to believe, reality itself may have actually been bent for our main kdj. it may have genuinely not been how the situation happened until his mother, now a character but a character only insofar as every character is (as so much of orv is about becoming real and becoming fiction), decides to make this truth the reality by convincing our kdj of it.

the problem with this theory is that because of kdj's unreliable pov, we cant know if this is what happened or if he was just in denial. its the whole 'everything in the universe was created five minutes ago by a guy named steve who made it impossible to tell by fabricating memory etc' philosophical conundrum- it cant be proven or disproven. from a philosophical standpoint its useless.

but i think its also very interesting from the perspective that this, orv, is a novel. its a story. and to each reader that stops at some point, what they know of the characters up until then is a real version of them. which means that metatextually, through kdj's unreliable pov and the fact this gets revealed at some point, the story and therefore his reality does materially change.

our kdj has always been a self insert character. and a reader. and orv plays off of the nature of reading so beautifully in all possibke readings of it i SWEAR im going to bite something

[nifreti-ii]

My silly “little” OC Eike! (this is gonna be a long one, buckle in)(Also yandere related content) 

Eike is the youngest of three children and the shortest in his family (hilarious isn't it), which is a slight sore spot for him. He was raised by both his parents and two older brothers. Eike started being homeschooled when he was 11 after a bullying incident in middle school that left him hurt (ref scars on his face) and the school did nothing to stop it. Due to spending a large portion of his adolescence (and subsequent MAJOR growth spurt) at home, he constantly hits his head on door frames at most places. Despite his height, he’s just a big ‘ol puppy. He loves going to college and being able to make proper friends, just smiling constantly and excitedly talking to people. When he first meets Gavin, he genuinely finds his (awful) jokes hilarious and proclaims him to be his best friend (Gavin gave up trying to flirt with him). Perfectly remembers the first time he met Harper and had a “waaaaaait a minute” when he met him again (greatly appreciates not having to break his neck to talk to someone). 

(now on to his likes and dislikes) Love love LOVES bugs, but loves moths even more. The first time he saw a fluffy moth he said it looked just like him and cradled it in his hands till it flew away (he denies it to this day he cried when it left, don’t listen to his brothers). His entire family has a very close connection to nature, their home is a 5-minute drive to the closest road. It’s to the point that the inside and outside of the house are littered with plants (even the bathrooms man). He finds it the greatest honor when someone tells him a secret and takes keeping it VERY seriously, you can’t even torture it out of him. His mom gave him his first knife when he was 11 after what happened and made him promise to protect himself if someone tried hurting him (he now has 30 knives…). He grew up listening to folklore, cryptids, and myths; Knows all the signs of nearly any supernatural creature and habitually tells people “not to anger the spirits”. 

He’s interestingly enough very private about his family life, no one who knows him has ever met any of his family or seen them (Only ever talks about anything they’ve done to him/for him.) …Spoons… So. Many. Spoons… (His brothers hid spoons in his room…his closet, his bed, and his bathroom, it was the one he found in his plant when repotting it months later that made him hate them.) Hunters used to hunt on his family’s property and constantly were a problem; It took one of his brothers getting hurt for the problem to be taken care of (he was too young to remember what happened, but does remember all the blood). The town tried to intimidate his family into giving up their land to build more homes, starting to cut down the trees right outside of the property. It was when one of the cut trees landed and destroyed some trees on their property did the town learned its lesson. The first and last time he went to the beach, a crab grabbed his toe and nearly snapped it off. He was 13, so his family just left him home whenever they went to the beach (His brothers tried scaring him with a crab shell, but he ended up liking it and now hangs it up on his wall.).

(referring to 5 min ship, not all tho) He would always steal his family's clothes and hug them whenever he had nightmares or missed them. It feels like he’s being hugged by said person (if he can’t wear it, he just wraps it around his head T^T). His family mostly showed love through actions, always hugging and gifting each other things (they say “I love you” at least twice a year). He tends to admire bugs and take pictures of them before letting them go. He either gives the meanest glare to whoever is bothering his love interest or physically intimidates them when they try to touch them. He’s only been in 2 relationships, each lasting over a year and both ended because he was too possessive (He’s better at his jealousy now but will be in a foul mood for a few minutes… or hours, really depends) 

Was this long? Yes. Did I space out halfway through it and just realize that? Also yes. I love my skrunkly little OCs and giving them fairly fleshed-out backgrounds. I wanted to add that Eike is a decadent of Dryads/Nymphs along with his father and brothers, his mother being a witch. I know that supernatural creatures are canon in-universe, I just hope I'm not stretching tooo much T-T. The leaves in Eike’s hair are PART of him and hurt when pulled on, kind of like pulling out a weed or carrot (they grow back) I love his little ears and slightly greenish skin :3 Im gonna crawl under a rock (for now). Harper and Camp willow peak belong to @campwillowpeak (the silli knows too much but likes to pretend he doesn't :>)

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[tajmutthall]

One of the most entertaining things about "the adventures of Charles the veretian cloth merchant" is the ol' wagon switcheroo.

So, because I have to, bear with me while I talk about my vehicles. I have owned two generations of a very popular model by a popular manufacturer who sells very limited colors. Every time I walk back to the parking lot, I am just about guaranteed to see another of the same model and color. now, one might think that I will immediately recognize that the first one I come to is not mine because my license plate is customized, because there is a big scratch down one door, because there is a decal in my door window that is of very specific provenance, etc.

but, no, I am concentrating on the groceries I am carrying, or on the diagnosis that I just got at the doctor's office, or whether I will be late to my next appointment… And you would be surprised how many people leave their cars unlocked even in a large metropolitan area like Silicon Valley. So it isn't until I open the door and think, hey! Someone stole the bag of M&Ms that I left on the seat! And wait a minute, why did they leave their hat in my car? And what did they spill on my…waaaaaait a minute... [carefully backs off, closes the door gently, and walks away with an air of innocence to find my own actual car]

Back to the Charls story (which I enjoy, by the way): one thing that struck me right away in this mostly comedy piece, is that we all get to appreciate that the kings threw two kingdoms' worth of money and skilled craftsmanship to work to create exact copies of the bad guy's wagons--and to cleverly switch them in the dark of night with no one noticing.

The master craftsman were apparently even clever enough to emulate everything about the wagons down to the moment--the door on one side that squeaks, and the "I ❤️ my slaves" sticker on the bumper, and the stained seat where someone spilled their ale last night so it is still damp, the precious bottle of griva hidden under the front seat, the board where one edge splintered earlier that day leaving an obvious ragged edge?--

it is not simply the shape and color of the wagons that convinces someone they are their own. It is the oddball unpredictable details. And yet: somehow it works! because this is fiction land! 

Mere mortals can only dream of such hijinks.

[mostlyihyperfixate]

Oh, what's this? Simon, your sister is hot.

*spends three minutes with her*

nvm she called Athena a dull creature all hot points lost

EDIT: Waaaaaait. I'm recalling that at the beginning of this, Athena recognized Simon's last name. Then they have shared exactly zero indications that they know each other. Did she know Aura previously?

....

it doesn't matter. she was still mean to that poor robot.

[sturnioloshacker]

WHAT. WAAAAAAIT A MINUTE. I MISSED MY WIFES FACE REVEAL???!?!?!?! BRO. I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO SLEEP.

here my lovey x