#I'm particularly proud of the green and white one

[charmwasjess]

Thanks to everyone who participated in my silly Halloween I-will-draw-you-something-but-I-am-NOT-an-artist-NOO-not-by- a-LONG-shot trick or treat yesterday! I had so much fucking fun, and it gave me such extra appreciation for you folks on here who create such beautiful art and the time and attention and years honing your talents it must take. I'll think I'll stay a writer! :D

Halloween was a fucking blast otherwise! I got buzzed with my friends and my neighborhood had the most adorable, polite trick-or-treaters. This year, I was passing out glowsticks and plastic dragons in addition to the candy and I discovered, when given the option between the three, literally 95% of the kids wanted dragons or glowsticks, not candy. (They ended up getting candy too, but it was interesting!!)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror House Reacts... to Zoo Animals!

.I've been watching Robert Irwin and Dave Salmoni take wild animals onto the Jimmy Shows and scare the Jimmy's and various other guest stars sOooooo... I had to make this XD

Plot: We are gonna hand each horror Villains a dangerous animal and see how they handle it. Warnings: Swearing. No actual mention of meerkats despite the gif.

Audrey II: A European Brown Hare.

Audrey II, staring at this hare stood up on its hind legs giving them the Eye: ... that is one ugly bunny rabbit. Y/N: AUDREY TWO!!- Audrey II: wh- AM I WRONG?-

Audrey II has no fear, they're a plant from outer space. He also doesn't particularly care for animals though, since its pretty globally accepted that animals are allowed to eat plants when they're peckish... and understandably, they are not having that. Not in this green house XD Nu uh, no siree, nope nope nope, the hare is gonna get eaten first if he even looks at Audrey II wrong.

Billy Loomis: An Emperor Scorpion.

Y/N: Close your eyes and put out your hands. Billy: ... *sigh* *does as he's told as to not be called a coward* Y/N: *Places the scorpion in Billy's cupped hands* Open them! ^^ This is Phil, he's very chill. Please don't drop him. Billy: ... heheh, can I keep this?? Y/N: ?? What??? No, you cant keep Phil- Billy: I wanna leave him in Stu's bed. Y/N: DEFINITELY not-

Billy, is... *sigh*, a teenage boy.

Bubba Sawyer: A Red Kangaroo.

Bubba: *Very cautious, looking at this jacked foreign creature. He's never seen anything like this, he lives in buttfuck nowhere Texas with no tv.* Y/N: Here, Bubba. *hands Bubba a bouquet of gum leaves* Offer her these. Bubba: *Unsure, but approaches the weird pocketed creature and offers out the branches... Quickly calms down when the kangaroo starts simply munching on the leaves* Y/N: See? ^^ Bubba: *Already petting the kangaroo. Wants to take her home and keep her safe and pet her and give her leaves forever.*

Bubba does not love casually 😅😅😅 Once he's warmed up to someone, that person is his family and he wants to keep them safe. My suggestion?? Sneak the kangaroo back to the zoo in the dead of night while Bubba's asleep. (or call Drayton. He certainly don't want no goddamn kangaroo in his house)

Carrie White: A Boa Constrictor.

Carrie: Um, is this safe?? *Eyeing the snake's head closely as you place her gently over her shoulders* ... Y/N: Oh yeah, don't worry, this one's a sweetheart ^^ Carrie: Okay... *snake raises her head and looks around very peacefully, just surveying the room* Oh, she's sweet!... Y/N: She seems very comfortable with you! Carrie: ! Really??

Carrie was apprehensive at first, but when she realises that the boa is not feeling threatened (or hungry), she relaxes and spends quite a while with the snake in her arms! ^^ She's disappointed when she has to say goodbye ):

Chucky Lee Ray: An Eastern Canadian Moose.

Chucky: *staring up at this giant fucking creature, clearly ready to run at any second if the thing makes an unpleasant move* ... You have gotta be fucken kidding me. Y/N: Nope. This is Jessica-Mae! She's from Canada, and she's really nice. I think she'll let you sit on her back, if you wan- Chucky: No I don't wanna sit on Jessica-Mae's back actually Y/N, Jessica-Mae is a fucken monster- Y/N: c h u c k y

Chucky has a... healthy cautiousness when it comes to wild animals XD He does like tarantulas, though.

Freddy Krueger: A West African Lion.

Y/N: Okay so for this one, um, I'm uh... yeah I'm gonna step out. Freddy: ... wait. Wait wait wait. Why are you- *You close the door one side of the room and as soon as the lock clicks into place, the lion prowls in on the other side* Freddy: Oh. Freddy, hands out like 'i mean no harm': ... nice kitty Freddy: ... um. I saw the lion king. It was... a great piece of cinema; your people should be proud. Freddy: ... please don't eat me, you giant son of a bitch.

Freddy was SO EXCITED to meet an animal, but now he's got some concerns about those teeth and his privates.

Jason Voorhees: A Ussuri Grizzly Bear.

Bear: ... *Staring down Jason* Jason: ... *Staring down Bear* Bear and Jason: *Staring each other down* Y/N: ... *Wondering if you should do something* Jason: *Suddenly walks over and gives the bear neck scritches*

... this is a giant toothy puppy to Jason XD Jason loves wildlife, they were his friends growing up in the woods! ^^ And he knows how to keep them calm, so he's very good with them. He hangs out with the bear until its time to go outside, then Jason follows him outside and hangs with him out there ^^

Jennifer Check: A White Rhinoceros.

Jennifer, as soon as Grizelda the rhino steps in: -oh jesus fucking christ. Jennifer: You're fat. Y/N: Oy! Jennifer: What??? She's meant to be, right?? 🙄 G o d... look who's animal-cist. Jennifer: ... can I feed the fat bitch?

The fact that this is an animal does not change a thing about the way Jennifer talks to her XD She is so fascinated, though, and wants to feed Grizelda, pet Grizelda, ask many many questions about Grizelda... she loves her.

Jerry Dandridge: A Perentie Monitor Lizard (Goanna).

Y/N, helping goanna onto Jerry's lap: Now, be careful with Sandy, he can be kinda easily startled and then his claws will cut into your skin, and- Jerry: *Getting along great with the Sandy, Sandy is in the best mood you have ever seen him in; purring.* Y/N: ... Y/N: ... wtf, how?! Sandy's usually so grumpy!- Jerry: Oh I guess we just have a connection~

Jerry and reptiles get along great, they're cold blooded and he... is always cold. He has no blood. He's a vampire XD Try giving him a puppy, though, and watch that puppy leap away from him and growl like a possessed thing (Jerry gets so frowny about it XD).

Michael Myers: A Bengal Tiger.

Michael: *Stock still, actually considering running for the first time in 50 decades* Tiger: ... *yawns* *prowls over to Michael and lays on top of his feet, promptly falling asleep* Y/N: ... um. Well, I think she likes you?? Michael: *Does not move an inch for 3 hours while the tiger naps, staring at it*

Michael, just like cats... is a bitch. They basically adopt him into their family as their big dumb weirdo child (Yes, even the big terrifying ones) and there is not a thing grumpy old Myers can do about it XD

Pamela Voorhees: A Silver Fox.

Pam: *Loves the fox. Sitting in her chair and leaning down to give it treats. Cooing at her.* Y/N: You're so good with her! ^^ Pam: ~Stay away from my son, dear, and I wont have to sick her on you~ Y/N: ... D: What?

Pamela and a sharp toothed creature is a dangerous combination. Stay away from her son.

Patrick Bateman: An African Savanna Elephant.

Patrick: *A too-big smile glued to his face as he strokes the dirty wrinkly elephant* This is... this is fun... Y/N: I knew you'd like her! ^^ Anna is so sweet, and gentle, and quiet, so- Patrick: -You cant tell when I'm fucken lying through my t e e t h!?

Patrick doesn't like any animals, they're wild and filthy and break irreplaceable things he spent hard-earned money on to be unique, but he will force a pleasant face because that is what he does

Pennywise: A Mountain Zebra.

*i was tempted to do a turtle but... seemed too obvious XD Still unsure i made the right call*

Penny: Heheheheh, whats black, white and- Y/N: Don't do it. I swear. Dont do it. Penny: Okay okay okay, I'll be serious. Hey, why do zebras have stripes? Y/N: Oh, well they developed stripes because- Penny: Because they didn't want to be Spotted!

Penny c a n n o t s t o p m a k i n g z e b r a j o k e s. Otherwise, he's pretty good with the zebra. No problems ^^

Stu Macher: A Somali Ostrich.

Stu: Heheh... Y/N, these things don't bite, do they?? Y/N: Oh they totally do. *Hands Stu the leash* Anything with a mouth bites. Stu, levelling his gaze with the giant flightless bird: ... I will bite you back.

Stu is a little chicken, but he's also really curious!! XDD So sure, he'll hang onto the leash and feed the monster bird!! But he will absolutely crouch down and cover his head if the ostrich starts fluttering his wings. And don't you dare leave him XD

Tiffany Valentine: Baby Nile Crocodiles.

Tiff: Chucky!! We have new children now!! Chucky: THE FUCK WE DO- Y/N: N- no... you cant keep them actually... Tiff, ignoring you and Chucky: The kids are gonna love these ^^ Come on, sweethearts, into the sack, single file now- hey, Trudy, no biting your brother-

Tiffany is in love XD And you know how one-track-minded she can be when she's in love XD

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter one: oh the tragedies.

Table of contents

~2000

On the small screen of the small video camera showed two small children and their smiley dad running around with superhero capes and light-sabers. The children's squeaky laughter made the screen shake as the mother controlling the camera laughed. The camera moved to the left and showed a man that had similarities to the father. He was a bit scruffy and slowly growing a mustache. He smiled brightly as he held his only daughter who was a bit younger than her.

The small children are Owen and y/n Swan. They smiled for their family and it always felt like home when they stayed with their uncle Charlie Swan. One of Charlie’s best friends was the other father. Despite the divorces and children in Phoenix it was always happy…

Keyword: was…

--------( 2008, present day)--------

The little boy is now older. The 14 year old with curly hair and leather walked around the familiar house with the same camera from long ago. The house that used to be somewhere existing to visit now became too familiar and permanent. The boy Owen walked around and the only vision he had of what he saw was through the tiny video camera. He walked around like the Swan home was something to document or something important. In all honesty the home was important but it sadly became a strong reminder of what’s lost.

“And…we’re rolling,” Owen whispered as he pointed the camera at the cracked mirror. His reflection showed as he showed a slight smirk like he was proud of what he had become. It wasn’t something grand but you should be proud of him for being him. In the reflection you see his chocolate brown eyes shielded by his steampunk goggles he always wears around his neck; a silver Jason Voorhees mask necklace is also always there too. His torso was clothed by a faded forest green crewneck and a black and white flannel that had few rips and noticeable stitches. It was his fathers flannel.

Owen mumbled some commentary for his video as he shuffled down the creaking hallway as he would occasionally point the camera left or right to show a few family photos.

“Moring” Owen said using his best George Weasley impression as he pointed the camera in his sister's room. His sister, now 18, sighed as she looked up from her sketchbook and pulled off her headphones(Probably listening to Elvis Presley). She sighed at him but still held a smile for her little brother.

“What are you doing Owen?” she asked. Owen didn’t answer right away and turned the camera around so both siblings were in the shot. “We're here in the rainy town of Forks and today we are lucky enough to talk to one of the local residents, anything to declare?”

She looked up and smiled. “I hate you,” she joked. Owen smiled and held his thumb up. “Love ya too sis”

Owen paused the recording and looked up at y/n as she slipped an old Elvis ‘68 comeback hoodie she stole from her grandfather long ago. She dreaded the day as she looked out the window, it was pouring down rain and it looked like it wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

“You okay?” Owen asked as he studied all the posters and art that was plastered all along her new room. There were a few horror movie posters here and there along with a few Harry Potter and Elvis Presley art.

Owen had taken the move particularly well, a little too well. That's what everyone else sees, but on the inside he felt like he was being swallowed from the inside out. He wanted to move on and live and make sure y/n did the same. That's what their mom and dad would have wanted.

“I'm fine, you want some breakfast?” she asked, walking past her brother. She stopped in the entryway and softly smiled. “You can record it if you want”

Owen’s heart slightly shook at how much that sounded like mom. That would be a running thing she would often tell y/n as she would always carry around that same camera. She wanted to be a filmmaker and special effect artist. Her mother was her biggest supporter and as the support faded away Owen picked up the camera and tried to give her the support she lost.

y/n guilt silently consumed her and if you looked at her you would never know. She jogged down the stairs and went into the kitchen as Owen recorded. As the siblings made it into the kitchen Owen set the camera on the counter that pointed at the oven. “This is cooking with the swan’s part…I dont know”

y/n pulled out some eggs, bacon, and some frozen hash browns. The two continued to cook while also keeping their voices down as their uncle Charlie was probably still asleep.

“Oh good you guys are up” Charlie said suddenly as he entered the kitchen in his work uniform. “Hay, uncle charles, you hungry” Owen smiled as he gave him a plate of food.

“Thanks kid” he mumbled as he poured himself some coffee. He leaned against the counter and sighed as he looked between the two siblings.

“After work I'm gonna get Bella from the airport” the siblings both nodded. The silence broke again as he shared looks with the both of them. “I want you guys to start school with her”

Owen and y/n shared concerned looks. It's been about two months and Charlie has been extremely understanding but staying at the house for hours on in and having to mentally prepare themselves to get in the car wasn’t healthy for anyone. They both knew it. Charlie wanted them to get on with their lives and be normal teens. But normal isn't going through the loss they did..but being a shapeshifter wasn’t normal either, at least to outsiders it wasn’t.

“I want to say I'm proud of you both…you’ve been handling the changes quite well and i think it would be good for the both of you to start school fresh with bella” charlie said.

“Okay…but don't get all mushy on us now uncle Charlie” Owen jokes. y/n giggled and charlie’s mouth broke into a smile.

“You guys know what I mean.. And thank for all your help getting things ready for her to come, i really appreciated it”

“Sure” y/n smiled.

“Of course,” Owen added.

Charlie nodded and pulled them both into a hug. “I know its hard, I miss them too”

“And promise me that both of you will try” Charlie added, both of the siblings nodded with solemn expressions. Charlie then said his good-byes to the both of them and headed to work.

As the door latched shut Owen clapped his hands together. “So…whatcha want to do today? Go to the res? Watch movies? Commit a felony?” y/n laughed at the last suggestion as she walked into the living room.

“Harry Potter marathon?” she suggested. Owen sighed kinda disappointed about being cooped up yet another day but he didn’t plan on leaving his sister today.

[m1d-45]

To my Dear Yaksha, Alatus,

How are you? I see you've been very active lately, even as far out as joining people for dinner! I'm so proud of you! It's fine to go out with friends once in a while, Xiao.

About the stunt you pulled back at the Chasm.. I would've chastised you, but I cannot for the love me just get mad. Please, do not pull that stunt ever again, it would immensely break my heart.

You mention you'd like to dance, right? We should totally go to a festival together next time!

For now, take care of yourself, Xiao. I will see you soon.

(along with the letter fitted inside a pure white envelope was a small bow filled with separately wrapped marshmallows and a qingxin flower, tied together with a green string).

xiao heaved as he sweeped the hilichurl camp for the last time, finally allowing himself to dismiss his polearm. this one had been particularly tough, a samachurl had hidden itself behind some crates and kept healing enemies when he wasn’t looking. still, it was over now. irritating, yes, but impossible, no.

he turned, ready to vanish in a puff of smoke to wherever the next danger in liyue was, but a bright light from above caught his eye. xiao looked up, noticing the stars streaming across the sky for the first time.

notably, he sees the one seeming to come straight for him.

he frowns, well aware of how your regular stars work. but those crossed the sky, confined to the heavens, never… never coming to earth, never landing in his tentative palms, never sharing their heat through the fabric of his gloves.

xiao stares at the star in his hands, and watches it crumble. it’s expected, as anything pure would collapse under his karma, but what isn’t expected is what remains in its ruin.

a sheer pouch, filled with qingxin blossoms and some sort of soft candy, the green ribbon looking blue in the dark of twilight. next to it was a plain white envelope, his name written on it in a similar shade of green.

xiao blinked at his hands. a gift?

…or was it an order?

without another thought he pocketed the pouch and opened the envelope, pulling out a simple letter.

it wasn’t an order.

the closest thing to directions that you came was when you asked he didn’t put his life at risk as he did in the chasm, and that was hardly something he planned on doing again. the chasm… the chasm was an edge case, and one he wasn’t keen on repeating. he could feel your distress across worlds, and even if he didn’t value his own life, your happiness came above all else.

but for now, all you asked was that he took care of himself.

later that night, one of the opened sweets in hand, xiao looked up to the stars and wondered how far away ‘soon’ would be.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Guilt & Revenge: Trust Issues

Whumptober Day 2: Trust Issues

Guilt & Revenge Masterlist

Wa I'm so excited to introduce ya'll to Noah-Elise!! Honestly she's so stubborn she just decided to be the caretaker in a story that wasn't supposed to have one but I'm just gonna sit back and see where she's taking this.

(I've literally made moodboards for every room in her apartment and I have a floorplan of it help)

TWs: Recovery after years of torture, anxiety, fear of breaking rules, mentions of food, blood, lack of clothing options, being deadnamed, getting startled by a slammed door, tears, having a bath, cells, and being really skinny

Amber hesitantly looked around the part of the apartment he could see. It wasn’t that big, but it was decent, considering they were in NYC. It was much bigger than the cell. 

The colours in the living room, where they were standing, were all tints of cream and gray and brown and natural greens, all very homey and comfortable. Still, it set his nerves alight. Noah-Elise was wearing a baby blue dress with a black corset, neon blue and black striped thigh-high socks, a lot of gothic jewelry, and a dark blue flannel. It had been a while since he’d seen anyone in alternative clothes. It was weird, remembering how he used to spend all his time being a part of those subcultures. He eyed the flannel suspiciously. It looked eerily similar to one that Mercedes had.

He could see a few doors, all open. He saw black tiles from a bathroom floor, and he was suddenly very grateful they weren’t white. He didn’t think he’d’ve liked going in there if it had been white. He could see the counter of what seemed like a narrow kitchen. He saw a double bed and a large, mirrored closet in another room, and quickly averted his eyes. It was clearly Noah-Elise’s bedroom, and.. he didn’t like the mirror. There was one more door, which wasn’t quite shut, but nonetheless, he couldn’t see inside the room behind it.

The past few days had been entirely chaotic. Passing out wasn’t a particularly new experience to him, but waking up in the hospital had been. He still couldn’t believe it had taken him several days to wake up. Noah-Elise had come almost as soon as he’d called, and their reunion was tearful and overwhelming. Everything had been so overwhelming.

The doctor had come and checked him over, Noah-Elise had said that he’d be staying with her, and she’d gotten instructions on how to take care of him and to watch out for refeeding syndrome and all these other things that, frankly, scared him. Everything scared him.

“Want a quick tour? There’s not really much to see..” Noah-Elise smiled apologetically. He hated it. He hated the way he was being treated like he was fragile- he hated more than anything that it was for good reason. It all felt so wrong. He shouldn’t’ve gotten out. It was a mistake. An accident. If he was as obedient as he was supposed to be, he should go back. Tell them he wasn’t dead, they made a mistake. Face whatever punishment was deemed suitable for this all. But he was so desperately relieved to be out… he couldn’t go back even if he wanted to. Not that the doctors or Noah-Elise would have allowed it. But still, it just.. felt wrong.

He nodded silently, and she smiled wider in pride. What was there to be proud of? All he did was nod. He sighed, and trailed after her. She pointed out the bathroom- which was dark purple and black, darker colors than he’d seen in a very long time. The hospital had seemed so colorful after years of a plain white cell, but Noah-Elise’s apartment really reminded him that other colors also existed. It was startling but.. good. It was a very fancy-looking bathroom, and he knew instinctively that Noah-Elise had DIY’d her way through most of the decor. That hurt, for some reason. He knew her so well.. had known her so well. And now, who knew how she had changed? 

He was scared of her. Couldn’t help it. For years, the presence of another person had very rarely not meant pain. He hated it. He wanted to trust her, to curl up in her arms and feel safe, like he was fifteen again, and cry. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t trust her. His guard had been up ever since he’d woken up, with all these strange new things that weren’t actually new and he was exhausted. He wanted her to leave him alone so he could curl up and sleep without worrying about being woken up and thrown straight into more pain. He hated himself for wanting her to leave when she’d been nothing but kind to him- taking him in, taking care of him, but not just now. Ever since they were thirteen, she’d been there for him. What had he ever done for her? 

The kitchen was very narrow, even more than his cell. It was white, and had paint splattered strategically all over the wall and cabinets. For a second Amber thought it was wallpaper before he spotted the stray splotches on the ceiling, past the line of where the painting tape must have been. “Did that ourselves”, is what Noah-Elise said when she caught him looking. Which startled the fuck out of him, making him feel like he’d been caught breaking a rule. A flicker of pity, or realization, crossed her face, before she slightly stammered and moved on.

She opened the door at the far end of the kitchen, leading to the balcony. There was a potted sunflower in the corner, and a hammock in the middle, and not much else. “This is one of my favorite places to hang out and read when it’s sunny. You’ll love it”, Noah-Elise said, with a soft, hopeful smile that broke Amber’s heart. He knew that damn smile. Same way she smiled after Jake got into a bar fight and she’d disinfected his scraped hands. Same way she smiled when Trevor came home after someone at school had bullied him for having two dads. He knew the damn smile, because he knew her, so why did he feel so fucking unsafe with her? If he couldn’t even feel safe with Noah-Elise… 

The first year, or two.. on the boat, it was hard to tell the time but.. the first while, all he’d thought about was coming back home to her and Jake, and Trevor and Dave & Zander. He was out!!! Why couldn’t he just be okay now?!

Amber was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of a door slamming. Immediately, a thousand apologies and pleadings were on his tongue, but they died at his lips, when he saw Noah-Elise’s face. Her face had changed too, of course. She was older now. Not really a teenager anymore. Fuck, neither was he. “Shit! I’m sorry, Am. The balcony doors are really hard to close, I just.. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, are you okay? Amber?”

He still wasn’t used to being called his real name again. His vision went blurry with tears, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the fright, or from the sheer relief that overcame him. He quickly nodded, hoping she didn’t notice. “I’m okay,” he whispered, ���Just scared.” 

Noah-Elise seemed to realize he didn’t couldn’t handle comfort right now, and he was grateful for the fact that she just moved on without mentioning it.

She showed him her bedroom without entering it. It was mint and baby pink. Not just the walls… everything. The bedding, the floor, the rug, the curtains, even the bathrobes hanging on the door. 

“If you need something while I’m in here, please knock, kay? Unless it’s uh, an emergency, or if I’m asleep. Yeah?”

He nodded silently, noting that he wasn’t allowed in her room without permission. He ignored the “emergency” thing. Emergencies mean urgency, and urgency meant it was about something important, which he was not. He didn’t even have to go through that thought process, it was just obvious to him that emergencies could never apply to him. 

Amber wondered if he’d be allowed to sleep on the sofa in the living room. It seemed really comfortable.

“You also saw the living room since it’s also kind of the hallway so… last but not least, the guest room. Or, I guess it’s your room now.” Noah-Elise further opened the door that he hadn’t been able to see past, revealing a bedroom with dark blues and pastel yellows, almost a beach theme. His jaw would have dropped if his most prominent stress response wasn’t a poker face. He got a whole room to himself..? Fuck, that bed looked amazingly soft. His own room? She was planning on keeping him that long? He got to.. to stay here? Holy shit. He couldn’t even comprehend.. this wasn’t a joke, right? He could barely comprehend that he’d be allowed to sleep in that amazing-looking bed, with proper bedding, holy fuck..

Suddenly he became aware she was still talking. “Sorry, what?” He felt so bad for interrupting her but he didn’t wanna miss any more of what she was saying. It had to be important if she was bothering to tell him. The color in the room was colorful enough not to remind him of his cell, but still calm enough that he didn’t feel too overwhelmed… it was perfect. 

“I said, let’s get you some clean clothes… yeah?” Noah-Elise looked at him, concerned.

He stared at her, even more speechless than he’d been before. Clean clothes..? He looked down at what he was wearing. A tank top that was once white, now almost brown with filth and dried blood. Cargo shorts that Paul bought him… maybe a year ago already? Also covered in filth, but more sturdy than the top, which was even torn in places. It wasn’t visible, but he knew that the boxershorts he was wearing under the cargo shorts had a few holes in them, threadbare in some places. He’d only gotten new underwear once since he’d woken up in the cell.

“Okay, you can wait for me in the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” 

An order, one he was more than willing to follow. He hated how being given a command slightly calmed his anxiety, but he obeyed anyway. He’d get clothes. And a soft bed. He couldn’t afford to screw up. A tiny voice, somewhere in the back of his mind, told him Noah-Elise wouldn’t withhold clothing or bedding if he didn’t obey her. He frowned at it. 

Why wouldn’t she? That’s how things work. Right? He shook his head.

After a few minutes, Noah-Elise came back with a little pile of clothes. “Here”, she said. “I’ll give you some privacy to change. Tell me if you need anything?”

Amber looked at her in awe, and nodded. Then his brain caught up, and he realized he was given permission to request something. He was already given so many things but… “Food?”

“Oh! Of course. I’ll have dinner ready once you’re done, if you wanna take a bath. And.. Amber?”

“Mm?” He was still staring at the clothes. 

“I’m glad you’re home. Like.. really glad.”

He looked up, and for the first time in probably over a year, smiled genuinely. “Me too.”

He locked the bathroom door and ran a bath, sitting in it until the water was brown and cold. Afterwards, he got dressed in the clothes he’d been given; a pair of skinny jeans that didn’t feel tight on him, a band shirt of Within Temptation that felt like it was swallowing him whole, and a red flannel. He felt more covered than he had in years. He wasn’t even questioning why Noah-Elise had pants that actually reached down to his ankles, cause fuck knows if they were hers they wouldn't have. He’d been promised food- he could even smell it. And there was a soft bed waiting for him. And… it was all because of Noah-Elise.

He quietly slipped out of the bathroom and watched her cook. He felt like he was breaking a rule, looking at her without her knowing. It made him nervous. But he stayed for a minute, just watching. He was still scared. That wouldn’t go away any time soon. But maybe it would eventually.

Maybe he could learn to trust his best friend again. 

[andreabaideas]

Djats beauty : Part two

Aka when my teen cousin (16) ask silly things about our shared fandoms (Djats and Twilight ) and then I transform It into a social genre experiment XD

Disclaimer : No animals were harmed during this process...though a (my) family was bothered with the superficial questions of a teen... helped by the too curious Adult (aka me) XD. 

It was also my experiment , to see if men and women find the same people pretty in the same way...I'm very serious about this kinds of experiments. 

Part two was between the men... Or you thought we were going to ask just about the women??? No,no,no. We're equals in my agenda!!!

We took as pretty source the actors that played the characters : Billy, Graham,Eddie, Warren, Nicky at first. I wanted to include Teddy and Rod, but my cousin said they are too old...I (obviously) won in the end or else I would help her convince the others to listen to her XD.

We divided It into categories (I told you very serious about It XD) :  eyes, face, hair , body, skin, and finally : as a whole (the one with better everything). 

Eyes : 

Women : Billy ("those eyes are wow!" "So light Green" "not they are blue" "no they are Green"...they were like the Golden White black blue dress internet meme issue..."They are beautiful let it be") , then Nicky (light and so pretty), then Rod ("his eyes look like melting caramel", "super pretty Hazel"), then Graham (again blue or green... sigh), then Eddie, then Warren, then Teddy. 

Men : "We don't care". Cousin : the women voted for the women too. M: "You women are mean to one another, thats why you judge,  we just dont give a crap about each others".... Finally they voted XD

Fiiine: Billy, then Nicky. 

Winner : Billy. 

Face :  

Women : tough Battle between Billy (perfect bone structure) and Rod (simetrical and very beautiful).  Then Nicky. Then Graham. Then Eddie. Then Warren. Finally Teddy. 

My mom and aunt liked Rod the best. My cousins Billy. 

Men : as they didn't care particularly they said :  Billy again, and then Nicky. Third was Rod. Graham IS too baby faced ,  Eddie looks "too girly for being a man, like an badly man filtered version of Karen with short hair (🤨?!). Then Teddy and Warren "they aren't hot, you women are weird".  

Winner : Billy 

Body : 

Women: Billy (Six pack perfection, wow. Me: "He said he was starved while shooting". The Girls: "We also half starve ourselves to fit in the bikinis too, he did It for humanity's benefit , he should be proud"... I can't with my family I swear. 

The rest: Nicky , Rod, Eddie, Graham, Warren,Teddy. 

Men: Billy. Rod. And the Gastón mean looking one (Nicky). 

Winner : Billy. 

Hair: 

Women : (with long hair better) Billy, then Nicky, then Eddie, then Graham, then Teddy , then Warren , finally Rod* Note : with the actors real hair Rod goes third position , but with the shows wig not ("Its atrocious kid" XD) 

Men : Billy. 

Winner : Billy.

Skin: We took into account the actors real age VS their skin appearance to judge , the glow , the color shade (uniformness and health) and the texture (acné, wrinkles...) to vote...When i tell you this was super pro XD. 

Women: Graham, Nicky, Eddie, Billy & Rod, Warren and Teddy. 

Graham looks 18, so yeah his skin IS good (1996) Nicky (1992) looks very good too. Rod Its looking fantastic for his age, way younger than his real age. Eddie looks younger too. Billy looks older than the character he plays but looks his age skin wise, not more (listen Twitter listen those wise words)...but not much less :( " Darling he looks in his middle thirties between 33- 35 years" "Yup more or less, Mom, he IS from 1986". "Close enough". 

Winner : Graham. 

As a whole : Let me count.... everything except the skin?...Who am I kidding? 

Winner: Billy. He destroyed the others... There wasn't a competition at all XD. 

It was easier with the men . Also my bratty 16, Almost 17! years  cousin was very surprised about Rod,  but like...My mom, my aunt/ her grandma, her mom (my eldest cousin) and our other aunt (half of the female votes) are his age or slightly older, between 42 to 60...what she expected?🤣. 

Hadn't there been our adopted cousins (our male cousins's wives) between 33 to 39 (I call them cousins too... once you enter my family Its like the Mafia: you belong to us and you can't really escape XD) and her best friend was there too (18), to complete the younger vote  (that voted all for Billy)... Rod would have won. 

Curious enough women can vote about other women (without any sexual attraction) while the men didnt care about voting for other men. 

Weird right?

Thats It! 

[ackermental]

what did you mean you're not really a fan of rhaegar x lyanna?

Well, that's a complicated one. I'm more neutral towards them, let's say.

From the fanon point of view I do enjoy this version: a dashing, handsome prince kidnapping a young lady that he fell in love with. True love from the first sight, supposedly unhappy matches for both of them, running away together to have happy sex, resulting in the birth of THE CHOSEN ONE, who will save the world from the ice zombies, etc. Tragic ending for both of them, but the child survives to make their parents proud! Fire and Ice elements, referance to the title!

It checks out all of the boxes, when it's presented this way, how can you not like it? And I do myself enjoy reading some fanfics about those two, I'm not going to pretend that I don't. Also, I think it's absolutely fine if you believe that this version is canon, if you enjoy this part of the asoiaf fandom, if you love those characters, you name it.

But while reading the story, I must addmit that it was never how I saw their reletionship. Like, I know that for some reason this is a particularly touchy subject for most of this fandom, but let's stop pretending that GRRM writes some tragic Snow White stories. He's a sci-fi story writer, and a horror sci-fi at that. And it just so happens that I've read a lot of his books, before I've ever looked at GOT. So you may or may not believe me when I say this, nonny (since it's not really my purpose to change your mind, I'm just trying to show my point of view), that this whole fairy tale presented above is the most removed thing from Martin's writing style.

Ok, I'll just get it out of my chest: book!Rhaegar gives me fucking creeps! Any time when I actually start thinking about Tower of Joy and what transpired there, I find it hard to fall asleep. Again, I'm not exaggerating, I have nightmares about this shit.

Now, before any of you 'Rhaegar was a pedo, Rhaegar cheated on his wife, Rheagar forsake his duty so that he could rape a child' enthusiasts jump on this wagon, let me halt you where you stand.

No. I don't believe that Rhaegar found abandoning his realm, mother, brother, friends, wife and children to fuck a girl he only met once a year ago very pleasing. Actually, nothing less than madness could be responsible for such a thing to even accur, and yeah, that's what I believe: that Rhaegar went mad. Mad as in mad mad or mad as in obsessed, that I'm still not certain about.

The question is, if it was because of the fact that his parents were siblings or was it because someone was messing with his mind? Well, again, based on a long list of Martin's works, it was obviously the later. Either Children or Bran made Rhaegar absolutely obsessed with eugenics. Obviously, not in the way that we understand eugenics now. I'm pretty certain that, like always, he was presented with some bullshit prophecy, just like 90% of the characters in those books were, or he was convinced that this was the way for the House Targaryen to reclaim dragons. After all, Rhaegar was connected to this quest since his birth (Summerhall).

And like, a lot of things connected to Rhaegar and Lyanna story brings to my mind things like: breeding people for the specific set of genes, the repeating themes of roses, crown, young lady and Harrenhal (Sansa storyline), hatching of dragons, fire and blood (more specifically: a blood sacrifice).

We know that there needs to be a specific set of genes in order for a person to hatch a dragon. But maybe there is something else as well that is needed after almost two centuries.

So yeah, with the canon we have access to now, I'm, unfortunately, of the mind that somebody was sending green dreams to Rhaegar about the return of the dragons, same dreams many Targaryens had before (Egg to name one). He was convinced that Lyanna had the right set of genes, maybe thanks to her skinchangin abilities. This was probably done after something went wrong with Elia (who I believe was also picked for this purpose, but maybe hadn't had the right bloodline after all) or (and it is my baised opinion as a huge Martel fan, so take it with the same huge grain of salt) Rhaegar felt more comfortable with sacrificing a girl he didn't know, rather than his wife of many years. Which makes this whole thing even more ironic, because we know what happened to her. (Although was it his fault, or was the rebellion inevitable and Rhaegar just decided he didn't have to or even couldn't wait anymore?)

To whom even is the Prince who was promised actually promised? The world? The gods? Is it an exchange? That is, if we look at this whole thing from Rhaegar perpective, because none of the prophecies or the gods in GRRMs works are actually real. They are always false, always sent to manipulate human kind, to bring catastrophy and a hive-minded civilisation about. Did the Children of the forest, a hive-minded race, convince Rhaegar through false dreams that he needed to produce an heir with a very specific bloodline? Did they sold him some bullshit about three heads etc. after he failed with Elia? Did they convince him that he needed to kill the mother in order for dragons to hatch: a life for a life? Or was it about killing/sacrificing the child? Or both. Or maybe neither should have died according to some old texts about Dragons, but then at least one did anyway?

As for the whole legitimization and wedding and all of that... I don't think that Rhaegar was really concerned with those things 🤣. Sorry for laughing, I swear I'm not trying to be waspish. I just honestly find the idea of Lyanna and Rhaegar wedding hilarious, and the presence of the Kingsguard as a justification for this idea even more so.

Were the Kingsguard there to protect the child, or to make sure that nobody gets out? Dayne was a great friend of Rhaegar and he probably had no love for Lyanna as a Dornishman. Whents were lords of Harrenhal (which is strongly connected to blood magic), where this whole thing had began. And since we are at Harrenhal, I always did wonder if crowning Lyanna was planned beforehand? (which would mean that Rhaegar did his research or he had a sudden, one might say, gods sent urge to crown Lyanna, both versions equally disturbing). And Hightower element might be why the whole thing went to seven hells. They did couse an entire war in order to get rid off the dragons. Why would it change? Hightowers do like getting their hands dirty with dark magic, so who knows, maybe Rhaegar did ask them about some rituals. Espacially if they have a copy of Dragons, Wyrms, and Wyverns: Their Unnatural History from the time of the Dance. Maybe even the same one that Alicent was reading, who knows. And maybe they've changed the recipy a little bit, tricking Rhaegar in the process.

So yeah, the Tower of Joy in my opinion was some really creepy, twisted mix between Summerhall (hatching dragons), Duskendale (kidnapping and raping - because yeah, Serala did rape Aerys, only this time it was a Targaryen doing the kidnapping and probably raping too) and Danelle Lothston shenanigans. Not very romantic, even in a tragic way, if you ask me.

Anyway, like I've said, I have nothing against the version most fans believe in, it's just that my perspective makes it sometimes very hard to talk about them as a star-crossed lovers when discussing things in canon.

But you do you, nonny.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time.

Dealer's choice as to whom :)

13. Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time. i'm at the beginning of fjord's arc in c2 so let's have a lil fjorester on this sunday afternoon

Fjord knows that he could be better with the whole romance thing. Well, he thinks he's romantic, but Jester has standards—which she should, because Jester is wonderful and deserves to be reminded of that fact as often as possible. But sometimes Fjord forgets the reminding part. He is trying to be better.

Which is why he's particularly proud of himself when spots a little florist as he comes back from the market one morning and thinks, Jester would like some flowers. Hell yeah, Jester would love some flowers. He buys a bouquet with the most varieties he can find, knowing that Jester appreciates color and chaos, and has a spring in his step as he saunters back to the little house beneath the water tower.

When he pushes in, a basket of food in one hand and the bouquet in the other, his cheerful "Oh Jester!" is cut off as he sees a different bouquet of flowers, a oceanic collection of blues and greens, waiting on the tiny dining table. He sets the basket down on the kitchen counter and looks at the flowers, confused.

"You're home!" He turns around to see Jester bounding in from outside, a few more flowers in her hands. "I thought I had more time!" She slips the flowers, sea foam green and white, into the bouquet, and then squeals when she sees the blooms in Fjord's hand. "Oh Fjord, you remembered!"

Panic floods through Fjord like seawater. "I...yes, I did."

He absolutely did not.

She bounces up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I thought you would have forgotten." Without waiting for him to offer them to her, she plucks the bouquet from his hands and bounds deeper into the little house, searching for another vase. "It isn't one of our more important anniversaries, I know, but still, it's one of my favorites."

Oh no. Fjord begins wracking his brain, running through a catalogue of every moment Jester could be referring to. One of the hardest things about dating Jester—not that there are many, of course, because there aren't—is her tendency to make a holiday out of everything, including anniversaries of each and every significant moment in their relationship. Clearly she thinks the flowers he bought on a whim are meant to commemorate some moment he absolutely cannot remember, and he wonders how long he can bluff his way through this.

"Well, you know, I know how much it means to you, Jessie." He begins to put away his market purchases, hoping he can hide his face so as not to give himself away.

"Ah hah!" Jester holds up an old jelly jar, which she'd been planning on using to hold water for her paintbrushes. She sticks the bouquet inside and takes it to the sink. "You're so romantic, Fjord. Just like that night! So beautiful and quiet. I really felt like that was the first time we really understood each other, y'know?"

He very much does not, but he sticks his head in a cabinet to avoid her eyes. "Yep. Sure do."

"Fjord."

He fights a sigh as he turns to look at her. The jelly jar has been filled with water and the flowers sit on the counter. Jester stands just beside him, hands on her hips, an all-too-familiar mischievous twinkle in her eye. "You have no idea what day it is, do you?"

His shoulders slump. "I...do not, no."

She rolls her eyes and kisses his cheek again. "You are not very hard to see through, Captain Tusktooth. But you make up for it by being very sweet." She buries her nose in the flowers. "They are wonderful, especially since you got them just because."

He grins, wrapping his arms around her. "You're not mad at me for forgetting...?"

"The jellyfish bloom!" she supplies, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The first night we after stole the Mistake! When we were on watch together!"

If he's being honest, Fjord barely remembers what she's talking about, but if it means so much to her, it must have been quite the night. "Of course. How could I forget?"

"Mmm, because you're not very smart." She pecks his lips. "Very handsome, though!"

He rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright, you can objectify me later. I've got to head down the docks to check on a shipment."

And so he leaves her, adjusting the two bouquets so they nestle in together on the dining table, and as he strides through Nicodranas on this warm, sunny morning, he wonders how the toothless orphan from no one and nowhere ended up in a place like this with a girl like her.

[wanderingwilsons]

When our friends told us that there's a town where rice farmers create art with their rice paddy fields, I knew I had to see it for myself.

A few weeks ago we ventured an hour and a half away to a town called Inakadate to see the creativity on display. You might be wondering what is so significant about this. And it's simple: decades of art in the making.

According to the information flyer we were given, rice paddy art is seen as a canvas "by planting a variety of different rice plants." There are more than 10 varieties and 7 colors of rice which include orange, red, white, green, dark green, yellow, and purple. The process from start to finish not only takes strategic planning, but it's all done by hand!

Before planting the rice in early June, farmers start with a rough sketch of their design by using surveying techniques and perspective drawing. Even though the history of the village's rice fields goes back over 2,000 years ago, in an effort to promote "historical roots in rice farming," Inakadate, a village only comprising of 7,500 people, started creating rice paddy art in the early 1990s.

As you can see above, there are photos of the rice paddy art in years past displayed at the town cultural center. They are so intricate and detailed! I particularly thought the Star Wars and Roman Holiday ones were impressive.

The town of Inakadate takes great pride in not only their rice paddy fields and its art, but the generational element involved to create it. It is said that multiple generations will work in the fields to ensure beautiful images by mid July, when the art exhibits are open to the public. The rice fields in Inakadate get over 200,000 visitors annually.

Fun fact: each town/village has their own mascot and I'm sure you can guess Inakadate's. (If you guessed the rice paddy, you are right. Isn't it cute?)

The first location at the Inakadate Village Cultural Center shows the newest 1000 yen designs comprising of the Kanagawa-oki Nami Ura (The Great Wave off Kanagawa) and Kitasato Shibasaburo.

The historical significance of the two images is to honor the woodblock print by Japanese artist Hokusai who created this image in 1831. The person on the right side of the field is the portrait of Japanese physician and bacteriologist, Kitasato Shibasaburo.

In the second location, we only traveled about 5 minutes to an observation tower overlooking an image of a famous manga set in the Tsugaru region called Jisan Basan Wakagaeru.

"This manga tells the story of an old apple farmer couple who eat a mysterious golden apple and become rejuvenated. In the center of the rice paddy art, you can see [the] couple holding a golden apple. [It's] the same composition as the opening of the anime." (According to the informational flyer).

Japanese language lesson: Jisan means grandfather Basan means grandmother

Alongside the impressive rice paddy art were other forms of art known as "pebble art."

This year's pebble art image is of the late graphic artist, Shiko Munakata.

Isn't that so cool?!

Apparently, this amazing artist lived in the city of Aomori at one point, which is why he is so revered by the community as Aomori is only 45 minutes away from them. I looked up some of his work and it's actually displayed in Aomori's Museum of Art. I think I am going to add it to my list of places to explore...

Japan is rich with ancient art and individuals that take pride in the work that they do for others. It's such a humble culture. Doing for others to display history that not only draws people in, but pulls them together. It's beautiful to get to witness it.

Japan has such a deep respect for one another and the space they occupy. Everything is intentional and thought out. It's refreshing.

This life we are living has the capacity to either keep us holed up or push us out. I'm so glad we have decided to get out and see what there is to see. I am proud of us for not allowing fear to hold us back even when we know that in most spaces we take up, we are the minority with broken Japanese and louder-than-ideal American kids. I love getting to display these acts of bravery to our children, though. I don't even think they realize how brave they are being themselves.

If there's one thing I have learned, it's this: you need to expand yourself outside of your comfort zone. That is where horizons are broadened, paradigms are shifted, and empathy is born. When we can reach outside of ourselves and step reverently into the space of another we are only doing one another a service. Even as we walk with shaking feet and trembling hands, I've learned it is best to simply lean into the discomfort.

For it is on the other side of discomfort and fear that we find we are braver than we think.

[myristicisms]

Of all the people he'd land himself in the company of, of course it would be Deepground's most beloved mascot. Over the years, he's learned to bite his tongue and do as asked lest he end up back on the table again, fingers ripping through the sinews of pallid skin and pulling muscle from bone with little regard to the one trying not to squirm beneath the touch. ( Bide your time and the Goddess shall reward you. ) It's a personal mantra, one that he has to rapidly repeat in his head as sage green eyes stare incredulously at the so called immaculate one. He feels guilt for the amusement that comes alongside seeing such a powerful man helplessly trapped.

A lingering resentment being the cause, he'd guess, the Tsviets were the ones responsible for his misery in the ginger's opinion, especially the brothers. Were it not for them ripping him from his resting place in Banora so long ago he'd be happily exploring the world and seeing what all the planet has to offer in honor of his long departed friends. Perhaps he would cross paths with the puppy and his unconscious friend once more and maybe get the thrill of a proper battle with a fully healed body. ( The fates are cruel, ) Another musing, foolish as it is to continue to recite the old poem it still brought the once proud swordsman an odd sort of comfort.

“ Is that all you wanted me here for? To tell me something I've been saying for years? ” Still as sharp tongued as ever, Commander Rhapsodos was still alive and well in the shell that stood before the so-called king of Deepground. “ I'm truly honored you think of me as a confidant but if you're about to ask how to make this hellish home of ours more bearable, I'm afraid I don't have an answer you'd find satisfactory. ” Dangling metal catches the dim light, his head tilting ever so slightly while Genesis patiently watches and waits.

To those who always resided beneath the tower, this dog eat dog world really wasn't so bad; But for a man who had grown above ground, basked in the warmth of the sun for most of his life and got to enjoy simpler more peaceful times, Deepground was objectively the most miserable place he could have ever been forced to be in, forced harvesting of his flesh aside but even then Genesis wasn't particularly fond of the way science had gone about working towards further enhancing ShinRa's strongest. If the Goddess wished for her gift to be shared then she would have done so, he was the Planet's chosen champion and yet here he stood like an obedient dog waiting to be told to roll over and show his belly or face punishment.

Whatever it was the immaculate one wanted, it must have been serious to request a private audience with Rhapsodos, the Tsviets often refused to acknowledge his presence even on good days, a fact of which he wished would continue onwards. Seeing the warriors only rushed a sense of shame into the once proud mage, the brutality with which they carried themselves was barbaric in a way that would have made even Angeal question if honor ever truly existed. Angeal was a corpse though, nothing more than a mere ghost of better years and Genesis had much more important things to worry his pretty little head over.

@sleeplesswork | Weiss the Immaculate

❛❛ no one wants to be in deepground. ❜❜ the white - haired man speaks up from his throne, his voice rumbling with a restrained chuckle. he can’t help smiling, cocking his head to the side with an almost blasé attitude. despite the grim reality of his predicament — chained and shackled to a throne that, the longer one looks, the more the empowering image of an emperor seated before his subjects morphs into the disquiet sight of undeniable imprisonment — weiss only ever seems to excel within his confinements. perhaps because outside these walls, he would endure an even worse fate: strapped to a table and subjected to inhuman experiments... when this is the only life one knows, the lesser of two evils becomes bearable, no matter how macabre.

[angeflrs]

Flufftober — Day 09: Scrunchy Leaves.

Pairing: Max Goof / Yakko Warner.

Fandoms: Animaniacs, A Goofy Movie (Disney).

Word Count: 774.

Version Español: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50488909/chapters/128117884#workskin

It was early autumn when they met.

Although the weather was still warm, the wind was changing from a cool breeze to a cold current that would soon blow away the leaves of the trees until they were bare. Even so, Max still didn't feel the need to put on a jacket.

He embraced the cold currents, holding his sketchbook tighter and waiting for it to pass, so he could continue drawing pencil lines with barely a shudder.

It had been almost half an hour since he sat at the foot of the tree on the highest hill in the park, where he had a pretty nice view of the front of the park. It was also where he had the most breeze, but again, he didn't mind that. His skateboard, his means of transportation, on the ground next to him.

It had been quiet since he arrived, the only sound in the area being the laughter and shouts of the children on the playground behind him and the rustling of leaves. "I know you are there."

Max didn't look up, focused on his notebook and the lines that made up the entrance to the park in his drawing.

The answer came not long after, right above his head. “How did you know I was here?”

Max smiled and looked up, where he knew he would find someone. A boy (he wasn't sure if he was a cat or a rabbit) was looking at him with a slight frown, sitting on a particularly thick branch. “I'm a CoonHound, I have very good hearing.” He paused. “Also, you have a little wheeze when you breathe.”

The boy's beady eyes somehow made a gesture that could only be alarm. "What? Really…? Oh, you’re bothering me.” he finally concluded on his own, his eyes narrowing now.

Max chuckled. “A little, maybe.” He looked up again and asked. “Why are you up there anyway?”

The boy shrugged. “I just wanted to have a moment to myself.”

Max's brow furrowed this time. Taking a moment to think. “Oh. Do you need me to go?”

"No, it's okay. I like your drawing, you have skill.” The boy in the tree said, pointing to Max's sketch. That put a smile on Max's face again.

“Thank you, it's more than anything practical. Although I only draw when I want to clear my mind.”

“Does that often happen?” The boy tilted his head, his long black ears moving in time.

Max sighed, resting his head on the tree trunk as his neck began to tense up. “More than I would like”

There was a noise and a crunch. A second later, the boy landed next to Max and sat down next to him. Max could see it better now, but he still couldn't guess what class it was. Not that it mattered that much. "Hey look at this." He said smiling.

He took his hand out from behind his back, he was wearing white gloves, the same as the ones Max's dad had. In his fist he held a completely orange leaf, at first glance it looked completely dry, and he was sure it would break into pieces if he squeezed it just a little.

“It's cute” Max replied. It was a beautiful autumn leaf.

“It's the first autumn leaf, I caught it just as it came loose from the branch.” The boy explained, clearly proud of himself.

“How do you know it's the first one?” Max asked him, curiosity painting his words.

The boy smiled more. “I can feel it, just like groundhogs feel when winter ends.”

Max smiled back, almost laughing. “Did you know that the first autumn leaf is lucky?”

"It is?" The boy tilted his head, arching an eyebrow (although he didn't have one, rather it was the arch that divided the white of his face from the black on the rest of his head).

Max shrugged. “Who knows, I just made it up.”

“How do you know it's lucky, then?” The boy asked, laughing softly in amusement.

His eyes met Max's green eyes. "Could be it. If you put enough faith in that, It will become lucky.”

The boy paused. “You are mysterious, have any told you?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Max answered him. “Only when I'm in the right mood.”

“And what happens when you're not in the mysterious mood?”

Max tilted his head. “Basically the opposite and add hereditary clumsiness.”

The boy hummed and seemed to consider something, before giving Max a smile that was definitely different than before. "You are interesting…"

“My name is Max.”

“My name is Yakko.”

[hoperays-song]

Favourite Outfits Made For Fics PT.1

Original Post:

https://www.tumblr.com/hoperays-song/726065505478344704/i-know-i-never-have-mentioned-this-except-in-like?source=share

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Ok! So, I made a post awhile back talking about how I have folders of costume design for characters and if anyone wants to see anything in particular to let me know, and someone asked for any outfits that I'm particularly proud of that I've made for my fics!

I've really been looking forward to this so, I'm gonna show off a few of my favourites in terms of pure design here! These were the ones that were the most fun to design in my opinion, aka, Nooshy's interview outfit and Porsha's new casual clothes!

*Reminder that all of my stuff for fics is placed in the human au so the clothes fit into that too*

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Nooshy's Interview Outfit:

So one of my favourite headcanons of Nooshy is that she loves bright colours and contrasting patterns and will dress deliberately very mismatched. This causes her clothes to be pretty memorable a lot of the time, even when she's just wearing borrowed clothes from her brother or friends. However, her interview outfit is a time where I really let this shine.

Ok so:

The main attention draw of Nooshy's outfit is a very shiny silver jacket with fringe that matches silver boots that they wear as well.

As for her shirt, it looks like just a purple button up but is actually iridescent fabric, so it looks more magenta-ish in certain lighting and with movement.

The only seemingly plain things of the outfit are black shorts and a plain black choker but the rest of her accessories are neon green and magenta, including their earrings, bracelets, and they changed her laces to be neon green too.

I really like this one because I think it shows Nooshy's very out there and bold personality as well as being one of the most unique, in terms of style, outfits I've ever made.

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Porsha's New Casual Clothes:

So Porsha's original outfit was very much like her dad's in terms of color scheme and I really wanted to make an outfit that was a bit more colourful like her personality was. I kept a bit of designer clothes in there but I really wanted it to showcase the fact that I headcanon her to be living with Buster and Eddie now, so she's probably not going to be decked head to toe in it anymore.

Ok so:

I am a firm believer in giving these kids jewelry so Porsha is decked out in a gold anklet, chokers, and moon earrings (to honour her connection to Moon Theatre now).

The same is with her sunglasses, I switched the from something very crystal-like to a sun and moon design to show her affiliation with New Moon Theatre.

I wanted to add a jean jacket like she had before but made it much simpler with just a yellow stripe instead of the fancy sleeves of before. The yellow also represents cheerfulness and I wanted to keep that running as a good descriptor of Porsha's character.

The jeans are just plain white because of the tons of detail elsewhere on the outfit, like the desert on the shirt representing Redshore and the stars on her shoes alluding to her role in Out Of This World.

I like this version of Porsha's outfit as it's a lot more colourful yet still more toned down than her original. I think this would be a good way of showing her leaving a life of luxury and showing the importance the show and troupe have come to have for her.

[saunne]

10 Self-Love Things

because it's sunny outside, I feel happy and self-love is good sometimes

I love my eyes. Even when dysphoria was hitting me like a truck, my eyes were the part of me I was never able to hate. They have a really clear and piercing green-blue color and when you look up really close, they have a bit of brown-yellow-orange (?) around the pupil. I'm starting to learn a little bit of makeup to highlight them even more.

I love my ability to be introspective. A lot of things are somewhat difficult to grasp for me, especially my emotions and those of others. This capacity for deep introspection and just deconstructing/analyzing myself and the world around is what helped me the most to stay in tune with the people around me growing up. I don't know where I would be if not for that.

I love my legs. I never thought I would be a "leg person" cause I had a lot of problem with that while growing up but, I do love my legs. I like their shape, the curve of my calves, the thickness of my thighs, my knees scarred from falling on them so much as a child, the few scattered moles there. I love that these legs allow me to walk because I like walking more than I like taking public transportation, and how they ache slightly at the end of a long walk in the woods. I love how they look long and graceful when I'm wearing heels but still chunky and androgynous when I'm wearing flats.

I love my fashion style. It was a long way to get where I am now, but it was worth it ! I'm still slowly hauling my whole wardrobe, donating what I don't wear anymore to the queer center's free shop and 95% of what I buy now is from second hand, thrift or clearance stores. I like neutral tones, like beige, cream and brown, associated with either pastel or jewel tones. I like flowy and comfy clothes, culotte pants and light blouses. I like tight but soft sweaters, even more if they have shoulders or back openings.

I love my beard. It's quite funny cause before starting testosterone, I was never that fond of facial hair and all, until I got my very own beard and gain what seemed to be 5 points in charisma. Also, having facial hair is a great help for my whole genderfuckery thing, since it breaks the usual feminine style I have with something more commonly "masculine". I need to get more informations on how to trim it and take care of it correctly however 🤔

I love my writing style. It's something I worked a lot on and I think I deserve to be proud of it. English isn't my native language and writing in English was a real challenge at first, but I'm now at almost 3 years of practice and things are going well ! I'm always happy when I receive comment on my style, like my use of metaphors, the more or less subtle poetic feelings I try to weave through the text or that my pacing is good. It always makes me really happy.

I love my imagination. "Damn your BRAIN" has to be one of my favorite things to hear when I share my brain vomit about characters, situations or general ideas about something. I love making people full of awe with how my brain work and produce things, particularly when it comes to my OCs, since I really love dearly all of my OCs... despite having quite a lot of them.

I love my scars. This is quite recent since I'm talking about my top surgery scars but damn it's so beautiful. I'm literally obsessed with it and I don't count the number of time mom walked on me admiring my torso in the bathroom's mirror. I love how they feel under my fingertips, slightly bumpy and gnarled like vines where where they thickened. I love seeing the change in color, how they were so brightly red and how it's now fading in a soft dust rose and in one year or two, how it will be white and less noticeable but still here, always here. There is something really comforting in the simple gesture of oiling it morning and evening, massaging it tenderly, seeing them and think "this is my chest".

I love my singing voice. Which can be quite surprising cause I can't sing for shit, like, I'm incapable of not sounding false (not for lack of trying). But I like humming little little melodies and songs, humming under my breath along to songs I love even though I only know half the words. I love my singing voice, because it always sounds more emotional than I usually do.

I love my hair. It was a bit hard for me to start losing so much of it when I started testosterone and when I got my burnout but I'm making them grow again and they're now a lot more healthy. I have really thick and heavy hair, and a lot of it. I hope I'll be able to reach my growth goal this year cause after that, I'll dye them again. I want to make an underlight, tho I still don't know if I should try platinum at least once or stay on the either wine red or caramel gradient 🤔.

Won't tag anyone but please, feel free to reblobs with things you love about yourselves ! I love seeing people happy 😊

Since I feel a little vain, here is a pic of said eyes I guess 😂

[fourseasonsfigs]

Puppy Riding a Bike

This adorably named figure was inspired by Gong Jun's OK! Magazine photo shoot from April 2022.

As you can see, this is the 10th anniversary of the magazine - pretty cool to have Junjun featured!

His legs look a million miles long here. The black and white photo, however, doesn't give the full vibrant effect of those blue flowered pants:

There we go! Looking handsome as always, Junjun.

The puppy and his bicycle arrived safely in their respective pieces. They were well-packed - you can see the extra chunks of polystyrene that were used to keep the items from moving around in transit. I really appreciate when they do a good job of packing these at the warehouse!

And here all those pieces are. My heart always sinks a little when I see figs I have to assemble! I worry I am not up to the job.

The bicycle pegs fit in the holes in the base just fine, but as you can see they are a bit too small for them. The bike lists to either side depending on which way you tilt it.

So glue it is. A few drops and letting it set overnight made it upright and secure!

Look at how cute he is. His little feet fit really well on the pedals, but as you can see I didn't quite manage to get both of his hands holding on to the handlebars. I'm going to have to move the fig around a bit!

I love the stars in his eyes!

If you look carefully in the inspiration picture, he is standing up on the pedals while cycling, so he's doing that here too.

Those blue pants are so bright and cheerful!

I love that he's standing up in the pedals! I wasn't sure I would (plus the mechanics of it all), but he's perfect.

I have definitely evolved in my fashion sense. Previously, I would have looked at bright blue daisy flowered pants in a fashion shoot and just been vaguely horrified. Now I see them and my first thought is still vague horror, but now I think, hmm, bright and colorful, would look good on a fig! and then suddenly I see the look in a whole different light. Sounds ridiculous (because it is) but I'm actually very grateful. I like to think I have great taste, but if left to me Junjun would only wear beautifully crafted ultra formal tailed suits in different subtle patterns and gorgeous fabrics, and that...would be super boring. Instead we have what I would objectively consider insane outfits (sexy exterminator, anyone?) that end up being really amazing. I have a whole new appreciation for fashion, and I have these two to thank for it!

Anyway. He's really cute.

I'm quite proud that he is exactly vertical! If you've been reading my posts, you know I can't see very straight, so I'm really happy that I got this right!

One more shot of this total cutie!

I know you've already seen this bottoms-up angle before in all the bicycle pictures, but this pic caught some particularly good light, so you can see finer details.

The fig maker said she made the base green because Junjun was biking on grass.

My poor box card got crushed a little bit! Sometimes the warehouse doesn't pay a ton of attention when they put everything back in the boxes after photographing them. That's ok, it's still very cute. Very pastoral and dreamy. What a nice place for a bicycle ride!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 428

Scene Count: 29

Rating: Pure summertime!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[mushroomjar]

@m3wllo A small post about my emo OCs just for you :) Under a read more because I don't know how long this will be and because I'll be showing Picrews of them which... makes me a little embarrassed

First off we have Andrea!

[Image Description: A Picrew of Andrea, an original character with medium-dark skin and black eyes smiling. They have pimples and a mole under their mouth, and their hair is short, black, and side-swept, with their fringe covering their right eye. They wear a red and black striped long sleeved shirt under a black shirt with a white skull on it, a black choker, black earrings, and two black hairclips. They have a rat resting on their left shoulder. The background shows a screencap from Minevraft, and a square with the colors of the nonbinary flag. At the top right corner of the image, the artist of the Picrew's signature can be seen. It reads: cbrfufu. End Image Description]

This is the best Picrew I have of her, but their hair should be a bit longer and shaggier. Anyway that's Andrea (they/she), her favorite band is Black Veil Brides, and she's been listening to emo music and dressing emo since she was 13 (she's now 14). They're a proud rat owner, they have three pet rats and is very passionate about it. They're also a huge Paramore and Sleeping With Sirens stan. They're selectively mute and have been learning sign language. Unfortunately I don't have much info pinned down about them as they are a very secondary character to the main story, but they still have a very special place in my heart

Up next we have Ricardo

[Image Description: A Picrew of Ricardo, an original character. He's a dark-skinned Black boy with short black curly hair and dark brown eyes. He's smiling, baring his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows. He also has pimples. He wears a grey-ish green shirt under a grey and black flannel. The artist of the Picrew's signature can be seen at the top-left corner of the image. It reads: Djarn. End Image Description]

Here's my beloved, Ricardo (he/him), he has his own fanclub among my friends lol He's also one of my few cishet OCs. He and Avery are childhood friends, they've lived literally right next to each other their whole lives. He mainly listens to both punk and emo music, he especially loves Pierce The Veil. He likes to collect vinyls, and has them displayed in his room, he's also a fan of sneaking out with Avery and Javi (another neighborhood friend of theirs) and breaking into abandoned places, or going to concerts (which is where he meets his girlfriend). Oh also he's 16 lol Felt like I should mention his age since I mentioned Andrea's age previously

To cap things off, Riley

[Image Description: A Picrew of Riley, an original character. She's a white woman with very pale skin and red eyes. Her hair is black and styled into a mullet, with her fringe covering her right eye. She's smiling and making the horns sign with her right hand. She's sat down on a dark street leaning against the wall, and lying next to her are a cigarette and a lighter. She wears a black short sleeved shirt with a dark red skull on it and dark red details on the sleeves, ripped black skinny jeans, red fishnets underneath the jeans, black platform boots with red details, many black and dark red bracelets with one of them being a spiked bracelet, a black spiked choker with the spikes being dark red, grey skull earrings, and a grey skull-shaped hairclip. At the bottom-right corner of the image, there's white and red text that reads: Toon Me! Picrew. End Image Description]

Riley (she/her) is another one of my newer OCs, so I don't have much info about her, but for now I'm trying to play into that by making her a bit of a more mysterious figure in the story, with not much being known about her. She doesn't particularly seem to care much about other people, but if you need good advice, she's the best person to turn to. She leans more towards screamo in her music taste, but other than emo music, she really loves the band Kittie, and the song God Is A Girl With A Butcher Knife by My Ruin. She can typically be found in punk/underground concerts, smoking in the back.

And those are my emo OCs! I hope you like them

[dansnaturepictures]

Ten of my favourite photos taken in January 2024 and end of month thoughts

The photos are of; Waxwings at Farnham, Tufted Duck at Radipole Lake, Robin at Fishlake Meadows, Glossy Ibis at Titchfield, Fox at Southsea, turkey tail and other fungi at Fishlake Meadows, daisy at Lakeside Country Park, Long-bodied Cellar spider at home, icy view at Lakeside and a sunny view at Acres Down in the New Forest.

January was a thrilling and extraordinary start to my year. Birds dominated my month as I made a start on my new bird year list, in more unique circumstances for me this year I am extremely proud to have seen over 100 species inside the first month of the year again with my year list in a great place competing well with where some of my best ever were on this date in a year. It was one of the most characteristic first months of my birding year with many spectacular things happening from a Black Redstart repeatedly turning up in and around the garden (a species I also saw at Southsea Castle on my birthday at the start of the month) which was a dream come true to me being so glad I'm able to say I'm part of the Waxwing winter having the amazing experience of seeing them in my week off to start the year. Goldeneyes, Scaup, Ferruginous Duck, Long-tailed Duck, Great Northern Diver, Water Rails, Glossy Ibis, Spoonbill, Great White Egret, Cattle Egret, Avocet, Spotted Redshank, Snipe, Slavonian Grebe, Black-necked Grebe, Little Grebe, Common Gull, stunning moments watching Kingfishers including once again on my birthday at Lakeside, Cetti's Warbler, Stock Dove, Barn Owl, Marsh Harrier, Sparrowhawks, Red Kite, Redwing, Fieldfare, Crossbill, Hawfinch, Siskin, Bullfinch, Chiffchaff, Treecreeper, Goldcrests and Firecrests were other highlights. As well as some of the above species Ring-necked Parakeet, Grey Wagtail, Great Spotted and Green Woodpecker, Nuthatch, Cormorant, Lesser Black-backed Gull, Great Crested Grebe, Greylag Goose, Goosander, Gadwall and my first ever Pochards on the site were key birds on the many walks at my patch Lakeside Country Park throughout the month with Peregrine a key bird seen in Winchester on office working days. I had a phenomenal Big Garden Birdwatch at the end of the month one of my best ever with the Black Redstart, my first garden Goldcrest ever, Goldfinches, Blue Tit, Blackbird and more counted in this fun activity again. I felt it was such a memorable month for photographing birds too with the many amazing opportunities I've had.

It was a sensational month of mammals too with so many seen including the Fox, my first ever Water Shrew on a flooded path at Radipole Lake, Grey Seal at Lymington, fields full of Sika Deers on the way to Weymouth for Radipole in Dorset and nice moments with Grey Squirrels. A quiet insect month of course but sweet sightings of Red Admiral butterflies in Winchester and at Acres Down and Grey Silverfishes at home was nice. I did enjoy spiders a lot this month again at home especially Long-bodied Cellar spiders. It was a really interesting floral month with early blooms notable for species such as winter heliotrope, violet, snowdrops adorning the landscape in Winchester and crocus, things like wild carrot and hogweed still going for part of the month and daffodil shoots and a flower I saw arriving with rose hips and some other fruit still around. There was still a bit of fungi to be seen which was nice.

In terms of landscape and sky photography and just taking in scenes it was a memorable month with a mix of dramatic wet weather, strong clear sunny winter days creating vibrant scenes and the stunning grip of winter as the ice and frost came in colder parts of the month. From woods to much reedbed as well as the coast I took in a lot of nice habitats this month. I enjoyed the moon, rainbows and sunsets and particularly sunrises this month a lot too. Wishing you all a good February.