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Tracy Morgan Taken Out of Knicks Game in a Wheelchair After Vomiting on MSG Court

Comedian Tracy Morgan had a medical incident during the New York Knicks’ game against the Miami Heat at Madison Square Garden on Monday night, which led to a temporary pause in the game. Seated courtside, Morgan suddenly began vomiting and appeared to have a nosebleed, prompting immediate medical attention. The game was halted for over ten minutes as arena staff cleaned the affected area, and…

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Jalen Brunson: Rising Star and Future Fan Favorite in Knicks History

🏀🔥 Meet Jalen Brunson, the rising star of the New York Knicks! With his dazzling skills and infectious charm, Jalen Brunson is swiftly winning hearts on and off the court. From clutch plays to his unwavering dedication, he's on the fast track to becoming the most beloved player in Knicks history. Get ready to witness greatness! 🌟

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NBA Trade Frenzy: Blockbuster Deals Shake the League

NBA Trade Frenzy: Blockbuster Deals Shake the League The NBA landscape has been dramatically reshaped in recent days, with a series of blockbuster trades that have left fans and analysts in awe. The Dallas Mavericks and Los Angeles Lakers executed a trade that sent Luka Dončić to Los Angeles and Anthony Davis to Dallas, marking one of the most unexpected moves in league history. nba.com In…

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Winter Time with Xavier Head Canons

Note: I know the winter holidays are still a few weeks away, but as a winter girl I’m too excited to wait.

When it gets cold he sleeps in even more than usual.

Xavier sleeps more than any average human can, but it gets twice as bad in the winter. It’s like having a hibernating bear or, in this case, a bunny at home most of the time, as he snuggles in his special warm weighted blanket that he pulls out as soon as the first snowflakes fall outside.

You have little hope in waking him up during the cold mornings, not even for breakfast, and he gets extra clingy to you, slyly convincing you to lay back down just for a few more minutes. After all, aren’t you cold? Don’t you like the new blanket? Why not cuddle with him more?

It’s hard to argue with him, especially when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, gently cuddling against your shoulder until you admit it might be a good idea to warm up a little longer.

People watching becomes even more of a pastime.

Xavier has been a people watcher since the day you met him. He didn’t join festivities much but that never stopped him from taking in the sight of humanity around him, joyfully going through their day and making plans for the holidays.

You learn quickly to match his pace, taking more interest in the world around you as you go about your daily errands hand in hand. He thinks it’s the cutest when you always stop at the sight of some holiday knick-knack or join in on building snowmen. He insists on stopping and joining in. Or, he wants to suddenly go into the store and look around. Or, maybe stop and take pictures in front of the fountain or a cute display.

“There’s still time to finish our errands; it won’t hurt to take a detour.”

If you agree, you return home much later than you thought, barely most of your errands complete and with way more items than Xavier thought you would find. He regrets it a little because his arms get sore carrying all your purchases.

If you disagree, you’ll find the cute fuzzy ornament you spotted in the store window earlier perched happily on your dresser.

Matching clothes and hot chocolate.

Nothing is better for the two of you than a relaxing day at home. You spend many days relaxing on the couch, watching the latest holiday romances and off-season horror movies.

Your evening is always complimented by snacks and a mug of hot chocolate decorated with marshmallows and cream, sticky syrup, and whatever other concoction the two of you could make up in the kitchen that will undoubtedly leave you regretting your decisions when you’re too hyped up to sleep (which means Xavier can’t sleep either unless you end up poking his face and waking him up all night).

The cold air seeping in from the windows and balcony is fended off by the matching pair of fuzzy socks on your feet.

Warm soups and hot pots.

Winter brings the excuse to eat more, specifically fresh hot food and hot pot. You can constantly find your lover sampling the treats and seasonal food that the holidays bring, always sharing baked sweet potatoes and coffee with you from pumpkin to peppermint mocha and gingerbread.

He gets the urge to bake things himself, so the kitchen becomes a war zone, but you both manage to make something you can share.

Festival Time

You take the time to celebrate the holidays with him, starting with cleaning the house long before winter begins. You bring the plants inside and buy/knit something cozy for your feathered friends on the balcony to rest in for the winter.

You make dumplings to celebrate and during that time you discover that the denizens of Philos still celebrate the holiday, with the added feature of adding star-shaped lights for their ancestors. It takes no time to set up fairy lights throughout the house after that.

The final trip is enjoying Christmas. The two of you go out on a cozy date before going through the market that usually pops up on the road back to the apartment complex.

You make one final trip through the festivities to visit the shrine and place your wishes for next year. You don’t have anything you want other than being able to spend another year with Xavier and welcome Spring together.

[feinstone]

been playing Caves of Qud recently, and my latest character has some Weird Stuff happening

imagine this game from the npcs' perspective

> you live in Startingvillagetown, the happiest place in Qud

> you give out quests to new adventurers, because that's what you were programmed to do

> a guy arrives in town with antlers growing out of his head (a little odd, but not unheard of), a need for exp, and some knives in his two, count 'em, TWO (total) hands (the normal amount of hands you would expect a person to have)

> you ask him to help you with your very important quest to retrieve an extremely valuable and personally significant macguffin artifact (worth 0.3 drams of water) from some ruins a couple of parsangs over from the Startingvillagetown

> he accepts

> you don't hear from him for a long time, so you assume he's dead, because obviously

> doesn't really bother you honestly (don't tell the noobs, but you don't actually need those artifacts for anything, you're just there to help give new adventurers something to work towards in the early game while they learn the ropes), and rat catchers are a dime a dozen

> something shows up in the middle of the night to hand you an "artifact" and turn in a quest

> after you finish shitting your pants, you realise you recognise those antlers from that one guy you met like 2 months ago

> that's about the only recognisable part of him though

> in the time that's passed between when you gave him that quest and now, he's gone up some 14-odd levels

> also, more pressingly - he is now something that could charitably be described as "a kafkaesque abomination-slug of flesh and limbs"

> since you last saw him, he has grown an extra arm on his left hand, an extra face on his regular left arm, a second extra face on his regular left arm, an extra set of normal human legs, yet another extra face on his front legs (which are hook-like tentacles, and not human legs), another extra arm growing out of his front hook-tentacle-legs, and the spinnerets of a spider (which lets him shoot webs and also makes spiders friendly to him for some reason)

> his body also somehow passively generates electricity and can photosynthesise now

> he apologises for taking so long, and tells you he fell down a hole and got lost underground for a while, but he managed to found a way out, and his tongue grew back in time for him to reach the surface (it got cut off at some point), so it's all fine

> he hands you the knick-knack you asked him to fetch

> you just give him the reward, and hope you wake up from this terrible dream ASAP

> he walks out of your house, dumps 70-80lbs of books into a chest he left nearby, expertly dismantles a bunch of electronics, and then sells approximately 300lbs of weapons and armour to the trader - from whom he also purchases a pair of glasses, which he puts on one of the faces growing out of his left arm (the one that isn't already wearing safety goggles)

> he leaves town again

> presumably in pursuit of more limbs

> you lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling, thinking about what the genitals situation is like for antlers guy now that he's got all that weird body shit going on your career choices

[starberryfarms]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 954

!!minors dni!!

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !♡૮ • ﻌ - ა

oh god, laios’s hands were going to be the death of you.

many of your nights when everyone was fast asleep and you were safe from unsuspecting eyes and general nosiness. were spent fantasizing about those hands and what they could do to you. this new found obsession creeped into your mind often plaguing even your daydreams, especially during your more menial tasks. in your defense how could you not? laios spent a lot of his time working with his hands, and he had A LOT to show for it. 

his hands were hardened from years spent yielding weapons and from trial and error working through the rough terrain of the dungeon. tiny scars and scratches painted his hands, which were tan from the constant exposure from the sun. pulsing veins, prominent and protruding especially during fits of passion when speaking of the latest monster meal or from fighting. 

after fights with lurking monsters or the occasional spat from other parties, you’d spend the better part of your nights patching him up. it had become a routine that both you and laios grew fond of. most of your attention when doing so was spent on his hands, the feeling of his rough fingers grazing your skin as you maneuvered him around to check for any other injuries. a shiver racking through your body from his touch, if he ever noticed he never mentioned it. 

 marcille often asked why’d you go through the effort of patching him up when she could just do a spell, though it’s always answered with a shrug and a smile.

lately though, it seems like laios might be catching on to your not so subtle affliction. though you managed to convince yourself that you were just being paranoid. 

he’d always find a way to touch you. whether it be a small touch somewhere on your body when you’d walk by him, or a hug that lasts a little bit longer than normal. his hand would always slowly slide down the expanse of your back, tickling an intricate pattern into your skin. those rough warm hands finding its home at the dip in your lower back, his eyes burning into your own before pulling away. neither of you ever said anything about it, nor tried to stop this thing that’d blossomed between you.  

nightfall had come and everyone was gathered around the fire eating the delicious meal laios and senshi prepared for the party. the night was spent with jovial laughter and ideas on how to save falin from the cruel fate that’d fallen on her. when the feast came to an end and everyone started preparing for bed, you made your way towards the seat placed in front of laios. while cooking he managed to knick his fingers a few time, and though he could have bandaged them himself, he wanted an excuse to be near you and to touch you. when you entered, your face met laios’s chest as you run into him, lost in thought about his large fingers.

“whoa there, you okay?” he asks as he grabs your shoulders to stabilize you. 

For a moment your mind is jumbled, you blink a few times before your eyes come back into focus. they’re planted on his bare chest, exposed in its glistening glory, before trailing up to meet his eyes. you're met with a wide knowing smile, which brings a searing heat of embarrassment to your ears. 

“i-i’m fine laios, sorry about that.” your eyes flit away from his intense gaze. 

those same hands that were a frequent star in your dreams, came up to grip your chin. not too hard, but firm enough to cause that heat to travel to the pits of your belly. His thumb comes up to tease your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it bounce back into place. 

he slides his hand down to hold the back of your neck to tilt your head back as his thumb strokes your cheek. the other hand sliding down your waist before ending its journey where it usually does on the small of your back, before pulling your body flush against his own. you're at a loss for words at everything unfolding so quickly in front of you. 

“Laios what about your fing-”, you start to say but he cuts you off. “is this okay?” he mutters. you watch as his eyes trail down towards his lips.

you nod and his lips come crashing down on your own, causing you to take a sharp intake from the shock. your hand comes up to rest against his hand that caressed your cheek, your smaller fingers gripping onto his larger ones like a lifeline. laios’s head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss, his nose knocking against your own. his lips are tender and he hums intoxicated by the sweetness of your lips.

the loud thumping of your heart penetrates your ears and you pray laios can’t hear it. when he pulls back, his lips are swollen and red. his head comes down to rest against your own, your breath mingling as you take in what had just taken place. 

you squeal in shock when he picks you up and places you on the edge of a rock before finding his place between your legs. his fingers intertwined with your own, while he leans down to peck your lips once more. greedy lips make their way down to your neck and trails wet kisses to your clavicle, you jump in shock from the sensation. as his warm wet muscle licks a playful stripe on your neck before pulling back with a grin. 

 seems like his hands aren’t your only problem now, but you don’t mind.

© starberryfarms 2024 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ] 

[nightwingthedragoness]

Alright! This is my attempt at making a Saltbaker x reader type fic. It’s supposed take place before the events of the game and you’re a resident of isle 4 who’s come to pop in Saltbaker’s before closing

The warm glow of the bakery stood out from the night that settled on the island. You tentatively step towards the building. You know it was just about closing time but this was the only place open and you just needed a quick bite to eat A pastry was enough to hold you over besides it would be nice to get out of the cold. You knew Saltbaker well enough. A regular to his bakery, so if there was a last minute customer that walked in, he’d rather it be you.

You push open the door, and the bell jingled out announcing your presence. It was far warmer here than outside. The entire place smelled of freshly made bread. The walls were lined with shelves each filled with jars, bakers, books, and all kinds of little knick knacks. Spices hung from the ceiling and some boxes sat up against the wall, the white paint chipping off revealing the bricks underneath. Chef Saltbaker stood just behind his display counter. One hand busily wiping down the top of his display with a wet rag while the other hand held a book which held his full attention. His face was scrunched up, his gaze intensely focused. You knew that look, he often had it when he was in the middle of cooking but you never saw him gaze so intensely at a recipe book before, it seemed nothing could stir him from his reading…nothing except you. His eyes flitted from his book to you. He blinked as though just waking and put the book down.

“Ah! Hello, I was just about to close up shop.” He greeted with a warm smile. His deep voice was a welcome sound to your ears. The rag he was cleaning with was tossed aside, and he wiped his dampened hand on the side of his chef jacket that was stained by various jams, flour, and dough splatters.

“Hey Saltbaker, sorry for coming in so last minute, I just wanted a quick bite to eat. You close the latest so I figured I’d come by.” Saltbaker glanced at the chalkboard behind him.

“You came to the right place. Take your pick.” He fiddled with his ascot in his clear glass fingers. You step closer to the display case. Fresh cakes, pies, bread loaves, and other various goodies tempted you.

“I’ll take whatever pastries you have left.”

“Excellent choice! Let’s see what I got for you.” He grabbed a box and while his attention was on gathering treats, yours was pulled to the book he was so focused on.

“What were you reading there, Saltbaker?” You ask. He slowly stood back up and glanced at the book.

“A little late night reading is all. I came across this recipe book and thought I should try adding some new treats to my menu but nothing is really sticking out to me, though I did see a cookie recipe that I may try.” For a moment there was this look in his eyes you never saw before. It lasted only for a second because he went right back to his usual jolly demeanor. He quickly took the book and tucked it under his arm. From what you could see, it didn’t look like any regular cookbook to you but why pry? He sat it back up onto a shelf far from your reach.

“Has it been busy today?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“It’s the same as always. Not too bad.” responded Saltbaker. “Now about those treats!” He continued. “I got some danishes here, and a few turnovers. Will that be enough?”

“Sounds perfect. Should be twenty cents right?” Reaching into your pockets, you fish around for change, trying to grab at and pinch at coins. He sat the box of treats down, watching as you dug around.

“Hmm…you know, I’ll give you a discount since it’s so late. I’ll charge you ten cents. I’ll only give this offer once.” He sat there twiddling his thumbs. His offer warmed your heart, a faint blush creeped across your cheeks. He was always so sweet, how could you say no to a face like that?

“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.” You take out the coins you had in your pockets, quickly counting out ten cents, and sat them on the counter. They jingled against the wood top and he scooped up the coins, sliding the boxed treats towards you. You took it, giving Saltbaker a grateful look.

“Do you mind flipping my sign to closed? I just need to get some of my stock down below for tomorrow before I lock up for the night.” You turn to his door.

“I can do that.” You make your way to the door, seeing his open sign. Reaching out, you flipped it over so it now read closed. You peek out hardly seeing anyone walking about. You reach to push the door open but pulled back. You spot the boxes against the wall. That must be the stuff he was talking about. Getting a moment to collect your thoughts, and the thought of making Saltbaker push and carry these after such a long day didn’t sit right with you. It wasn’t fair, not to mention coming in right before closing adding another thing to his pile of chores to do. The least you can do is help around. Placing the treats down by the front window display, you stand in front of one of the boxes and start to push. The wood scraping against the tile floor wasn’t the most pleasant sound, and whatever it was inside was quite heavy but you managed to shove it all the way to the wooden door that Saltbaker stood behind. He turned around, surprise clear on his face.

“Oh, please. You don’t have to stay and do my work for me. It’s late out, go home and rest. I appreciate it nonetheless. ” He opened the door and right below him you saw what appeared to be an opened cellar door. He took the box, lifting it up with ease as though it weighed no more than a feather to him. He vanished down below into whatever was under there. Probably just storage. While he was busy, you decide to get the next box, this wasn’t as heavy as the last one, so it wasn’t as strenuous to push it. You sat, leaned against the wall waiting for his return. It was taking him a while, surely it wasn’t that deep below in there? Before you had a chance to peek in, his metal top peeked out before the rest of him gradually made its way up, he spotted the next box and you still here.

“It’s the least I can do for you.” Now it was his turn to look grateful, perhaps a bit of blush dotted his rounded glass cheeks. He took the next box and once again descended down into the dark. There was only one left. Walking up to it, you get ready to push but this box was by far the heaviest. You groan, pushing your hardest against it but it didn’t even budge. You stood up, huffing slightly. “What’s in this box? More bricks?” You mutter. It’s probably best to wait for Saltbaker to get back up and deal with this one. You felt now was the best time to snack on those pastries you just bought. Reaching in, you grab a flaky danish. It was baked to perfection with a nice golden brown color, icing drizzled across, and a delicious filling in the middle. You bite down, remembering exactly why you loved Saltbaker’s cooking. The treat hit the spot, soft, sweet, and delicious. Saltbaker eventually came back up seeing the last box was still up against the wall, and there you were with a half eaten danish in your mouth. Quickly swallowing the mouthful you had, you point to the box.

“Sorry Chef, this one was too heavy for me.” You admitted.

“No problem. Let me take this.” He walked out, reaching under to lift it but found he couldn’t get it to move either. He stood back, hands resting against his hips.

“You’re right. This is too heavy even for me. I doubt I can get this down stairs but I can’t have it just sitting out here.” He tapped his chin for a moment. “Perhaps if we both lift? We just need to get it past the door. I’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.” You swallow the last of the danish and stand up eager to help.

“Sure! Just tell me where to lift and I’m ready.” Saltbaker chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“In a moment. Let me just close the cellar door so neither of us fall in.” You rush to the box and wait. With the cellar door closed up, he clapped his hands together and prepared himself.

“We lift on three.” He instructed. You bend down, poking your fingers through, feeling the edge of the wooden box sitting in your palms. Saltbaker got into position. “One. Two. Three.” With both of you using your strength, the box slowly lifted up. Saltbaker took a step back, and in turn you step towards him. It was still heavy but not as immovable as before. Your arms shake from the weight, and the fear of dropping it clung to your mind, but now was no time for what ifs. Saltbaker’s strained voice called out. “Alright…let’s…slowly…carefully…almost there.” Small little steps, until you made it past the small door. Your arms were nearly ready to give out.

“N-Now?” You ask. Saltbaker nodded.

“N-Now.” he wheezed. You both lower the box before dropping it. A loud THUD echoed across the bakery. Warmth crept up your cheeks. You may have let go a bit early.

“I’m sorry Chef, I didn’t think-”

“It’s not big deal. We got it across and I doubt it’s anything breakable. Just probably my flour or sugar. I go through a lot as you can see.” He glanced at his desserts.

“Now. Why don’t we both get out of here?” He gently led you out, pressing a chilled glass hand against your back. The contact made a shiver run down your spine. His touch was gentle, like you were delicate.

“Thanks for the treats and discount.” you mused walking towards the entrance.

“You’re welcome.” He reached into his pant pockets and pulled out the keys. “And thank you for your help. That was rather kind of you.” He added. Once he was sure everything was accounted for and prepped for tomorrow, he flipped the lights off and headed towards the front of the store, he spotted something and was quick to snatch it. Waiting by the door, you push it open for him.

“Thank you.” He said quietly. “Don’t forget these.” He lifted up the pastries you bought. You had forgotten them back at the window display.

“My treats!” You exclaimed. “I nearly forgot.” Reaching out for them, your hands made contact. Your warm hands against his chilled glass one. It was though time slowed and your eyes focused on your sudden contact, quite grateful it was dark out so he couldn’t see how red your face was and you couldn’t quite make out his expression either. Your mind whirled with thoughts, should you say something? Has it been too long? Should you pull away? Is this getting weird? Before you could do anything, he was the first to withdraw his hand. Your fingers gently wrap around the box.

“I better lock up. Will you…stop by tomorrow?” Saltbaker asked. No words came to you. He was wondering if you’d come by. His back was to you as he locked up his bakery for the night.

“I’m sure I can pop in for more treats.” You finally manage to say. A deep chuckle that rumbled from within his large belly, he turned to glance at you over his shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to have them made fresh and right out of the oven for you.” promised Saltbaker. Now that sounded good to you. “Good night. See you tomorrow.” He turned around and walked off vanishing off into the isle.

“Night….see you tomorrow.” You reply quietly clutching the box of treats tightly against you. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

[grlsbstshot]

Chap. 12 of Neon Lights debuts tomorrow!

New couple alert? Is R&B Sensation Imani dating basketball star Isaiah Ellis?

by Connie Williams

Los Angeles, CA - R&B Superstar Imani appears to be in a new budding romance with New York Knicks basketball legend Isaiah Ellis.

The Grammy winner posted an intimate photo of Ellis surrounded by two French bulldogs on Instagram with the caption, "Daddy 🥰," sending her fans into a fury.

The post received mixed reactions from fans. "Finally! Imani moved on with a baddie. I'm hoping we get some new music out of this and it better be love songs!" One commenter said.

Another user stated, "Nobody feels like this is too soon? I don't think sis is completely healed from James yet. Y'all don't see it?"

Reps for Imani and Ellis have yet to respond to our request for comments.

This marks the first time "Kitchen" singer has publicly acknowledged a relationship since her tumultuous breakup with James Lucas. "It was terrible for both parties, but Imani and James are both ready to move on with their lives," our sources say.

Lucas recently attended his album release party for Midnight & Dawn with supermodel Camille Leferve, by his side. Our sources say things are getting serious between the two.

The cause of Imani and James Lucas' breakup is unclear, but James Lucas recently spoke about it on the infamous Rhythm & Tea podcast. “But I mean — it's Mani. She's a phenomenal woman. You lose someone like her, you feel it. For a long time. But I'm lucky. She and I have managed to be friends. I respect that so that's all I'll be saying," Lucas said.

We do not know what the future holds for Imani and Ellis, but we wish them the best.

Follow us for all of the gossip and the latest tea.

[hensleylegacyquarters]

Welcome to Knick Knacks Nook, where an array of... eclectic treasures await. From vibrant bouquets at Andrea's, shiny rings at Gemstone Creations, magical toys at Father Winter's, to literary wonders at the Book Alcove, each of these shops has something to enchant every visitor.

No one loves books more than Paige Turner. As the dedicated owner of The Book Alcove, Paige dreams of one day filing the store's shelves with her own novels. If only that new bestseller wasn't out to distract her... Or that other one... And is that a new season of Simmerton?

Meet Kris T. Mass. the jolly proprietor of Father Winter's Shop! Here you'll find shelves full of all kinds of toys, from giant stuffed bears to robot kits ready to spark joy (careful with the zaps).

Be warned, however, as Kris is no ordinary retailer: rumor has it he's actually Father Winter's secret son. I mean, how else could you explain his mysterious disappearances during winter? Or how he always has the latest toys for sale before they even hit the market? Very odd...

Every piece of jewelry on display at Gemstone Creations has been carefully selected by none other than Sterling Forcarat, a Sim of exquisite taste, a taste that extends what he sells: one day he'll be the owner of the biggest and grandest mansion the town has ever seen!

Unfortunately, his plans for real estate domination are on hold until he has enough funds. If only happy couples could stop rubbing their disgusting love in his face, that'd be great. Too bad they're his best costumers. Ugh.

Andrea's Blooming Plumbobs has been a cornerstone of Knick Knacks Nook for 40 years. Ran by Andrea herself, this little flower oasis is considered by many to be what Windenburg is all about: a place of togetherness.

Andrea's floral arrangements have been part of countless weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, funerals, and on and on. But really, more than the beautiful flowers, it's Andrea's warmth and welcoming aura that makes this little shop the heart and soul of the town.

As you can see, each store has something unique to offer to each visitor. So come along, explore what treasures this little corner of the world has hidden and, of course, don't forget to bring your wallet!

Gallery ID: lostinsixam

[cliffclan]

Starting out with a quick post because the page being empty was makin me sad.

Hi there! I'm knick, and I'm currently in the process of plotting and developing a clangen comic! I'm a bit new to both tumblr and the process of comic making, so this'll be a bit of an adventure! But over the course of my latest clangen playthrough I decided to take more thorough notes than I ever have, and really fell in love with the characters along the way.

I'm currently finishing up on some prologue/introductory pages, and hope to post those along with a more formal introduction post soon. until then!

[cardinalhq]

PLOT DROP 03; 11/05/1990

The warm and inviting light of the flickering fire cast dancing shadows across the room. Framed portraits on the walls, knick-knacks on shelves, and the spines of old, beloved books in the extraordinary home library all played their part in the shifting patterns of illumination. The soft glow moved lazily across the room, leaving moments of warmth on objects that had been long cherished. The home’s occupant stirred their cup of tea with a casual, absent-minded wave of their hand, eyes never leaving the page of one of their favourite books: Culinary Magic Made Necessary on Long Voyages: A Historical Insight by Reginald Rivers.

The Rivers name was familiar to every witch who had ever turned a page in a book of magic. Even before Reginald, generations of Rivers witches had penned works that educated and inspired witches all over the world. It was nearly impossible to find a witch's library that didn’t include at least one of their titles.

In the quiet of their study, the old witch lost themselves in the pages, oblivious to the storm raging just beyond their door. Meanwhile, out on the outskirts of Cardinal Hill, Avalon Rivers, daughter of Reginald, was running for her life.

Avalon’s breath came in ragged gasps, her clothes torn by brambles, face streaked with dirt and fear. She dashed past the front door of the very home the old witch sat within, though neither of them knew it. The moon hung low and dim in the sky, casting long shadows across the darkened path ahead. Every so often, Avalon’s eyes would flick nervously over her shoulder, but there was nothing to see. Nothing that could be chased.

But she could feel it. Whatever it was - it was following her.

The uneven ground beneath her feet gave way as she stumbled forward, lungs burning from the cold night air. Doubt, cold and sudden, seized her for a fleeting second - and in that moment, her foot caught on a jagged rock, sending her crashing to the ground with a harsh grunt. For a second, the world spun. Then, the groan of pain in her throat turned into a scream, a scream of sheer terror.

Back inside, the witch sat unmoving, sipping at their tea. The crackling fire was their only companion, along with the soft hum of the radio murmuring from the corner.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･― 11/06/1990 ―･:*࿔ೃ.⋆

The day had already begun for most of the town, though the witch had only just woken from a long night of reading. They stumbled out of their front door, weary-eyed, a cup of tea in hand, but as they walked toward their letter box, a strange sight caught their attention. Outside, the street was filled with news vans, reporters, cameras, and crime scene investigators, all gathered just down the road. The air thickened with dread.

The witch’s heart sank. They turned quickly and rushed back inside, fingers trembling as they switched on the radio with a quick flick of their wrist.

"Rivers, whose latest book Incantations for the Industrious in the Modern Age hit shelves just last month, is known to many in our community," came the voice of the radio presenter, muffled and distant, "Her death is a terrible tragedy, and our thoughts go out to all those who knew and loved Avalon Rivers."

The witch froze, the warm cup of tea now forgotten in their hand. The voice on the radio continued, but they barely heard it. Their gaze drifted toward the bookshelf, where the very book was still sitting, waiting to be finished. The witch turned the volume up with another lazy flick of their hand.

“While no cause of death has been released yet, authorities are calling the situation suspicious. A natural death has been ruled out, and Rivers’ family representatives have begun to remind investigators of how powerful a witch Avalon was. They insist she would have fought back if threatened by any dark force.”

The witch’s heart thudded, their mind racing as the report continued: "Stay tuned to HexWave for all the latest updates... and please, stay safe out there in Cardinal Hill.”

The radio went quiet for a moment.

The witch turned away from the voice, their fingers trembling as they set the tea cup down. Avalon Rivers, daughter of Reginald. Dead. Suspicious. A powerful witch - and she would never have gone down without a fight.

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@timelostobserver liked for a Lil Lucid Verse starter!)

Heaven has indeed partaken in many questionable endeavors, but the latest one truly seemed ghastly. The creation of a new seraph from the very same dust as their fallen brethren. And not only that, but crafted in his image as well. The name to many felt like a mockery of their lost brother, a full future replacement for what Lucifer Morningstar could have been. And despite heavy disagreement against this angels creation, it was done and a new life was brought into existence among the other seraphim.

Lucid Eveningstar, the future Angel of Dreams & Illusions, is nothing more than a wee cherub in the beginning. Created as an infant to raise and guide instead of serve and obey from the start. It’s hopeful that this growth will allow better shaping and development for the angel Heaven needs and to curb any unwanted behaviors early on. They could not risk another Lucifer, and this is the only chance they have at creating a proper replacement.

Of course the baby is none the wiser. His needs are simple, but demanding, and like clockwork Lil Lucid is passed from brother to brother to be cared for among the Archangels. Some are more diligent than others, and still the young angel seems to have a knack for getting into things.

Small hands reach at a long cloth hanging over a table, gripping at the fabric. The cherub pulls at it playfully, blissfully unaware of the knick-knacks on top. Each tug scoots them ever closer to the edge, one thumping over against the table top as it’s jostled.

[free-boundsoul]

A Song of Blood and Change, chapter 2

Read here on Ao3 if you prefer

William lowered his latest charge into one of the chairs in his library. Normally, he’d be conducting his business with them in his office, but the room was designed more for professional matters and not comfort. He watched as they settled into the plush cushions, a soft sigh falling from their lips. It wouldn’t be long before they woke from their Tranced sleep.

      He felt the stirrings of magic and turned to face the Rift that formed as a familiar presence stepped onto this plane. “Altair, I wasn’t expecting a visit, my friend.” William greeted the demon as they brushed a hand over their clothes. It wasn’t as if dust could settle on the fabric when the clothes were manifested when they took on a physical form after leaving Aria, but he wouldn’t mention the nervous tell. His demonic confidant preferred to keep up a calm façade.

      “My apologies, William. I sensed your…confliction and simply wanted to assure myself that you were well. I didn’t expect that you would have company.” The demon’s voice was soft, with a slight rasp that made William want to offer them something to drink, though he knew that was simply how they always sounded. Their eyes studied the human that was curled up in the chair, two mismatched orbs of molten gold and a crimson that rivaled freshly spilled blood set in a sea of the black sclera. Those eyes focused in on his own silver as they tilted their head “It is rare for you to bring a human in here.”

      That was certainly true, his library was a sort of safe haven for the monarch. Books that he’d collected over his centuries, knick-knacks and mementos that held more sentimental value than monetary, artworks that had caught his eye. It was one of the rooms in his estate with absolutely no windows, no chance of the sun’s rays reaching him while he was here. He’d even chosen the furniture with more care, concerned with comfort even as he took the time to find furnishings that would compliment the dark wood of the shelves that took up most of the space. Not many people were even allowed in the room, the Wards that were in place ensured that.

      But he’d wanted the little human to be comfortable when they woke, and this was where his feet had taken him. He didn’t quite understand it himself, but he wasn’t going to voice that to the Strife demon. They might be his confidant, but that didn’t mean they were privy to every single thought he had. Especially sentiments that weren’t rooted in logic. Though, he had no qualms over informing them of his plans for this human.

      “The human is Latent, Altair. I plan on giving them to Vincent to protect.” The demon scoffed softly at the indifferent tone the vampire had adopted. It was a reflex, one couldn’t wear their heart on their sleeve when they were in a position of power, after all.

      “For a Latent to just show up in your territory… I don’t know if it was luck or a cruel twist of fate. You have enough to stress over without this new addition.” They hummed, eyeing the human before turning to him. “If you’re so set on keeping them, I could wipe their memories for you?”

      William fought the urge to press his fingertips to the throbbing that took root in his temples. He knew their offer only stemmed from their concern for his own wellbeing. He could even admit to himself that making the human a blank slate would make things simpler for him. But he wouldn’t do that to them, unless their past was particularly tragic and better left forgotten.

      “I appreciate the offer, my friend. But I don’t believe it to be necessary.”

      The demon rose one shoulder in a shrug, “As you wish… are you sure you want to gift them to Vincent? He’s been…a handful as of late, hasn’t he?”

      William allowed himself to sigh fully at the reminder, his shoulders slumping as his head lowered. He’d seen plenty of people change after being Turned. For most, it was a defensive reaction. A way to protect themselves after entering a second life. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Vincent took on a role to survive. What William hadn’t anticipated was just how deeply that mask would take over.

      The prince had taken on the flirty role of a playboy in his bid for blood. It kept him fed, which at the very least, gave William some solace. The only time he’d had to Invoke his second Progeny had been to get him to feed after all. But the role had taken over far too well. The prince was drowning his guilt, his remorse over his first life, in blood and pleasure. William had given Vincent time to try and come to terms on his own. Now, it was time he intervened.

      “Responsibility could be just the push he needs. The chance presented itself, so I might as well try to ‘hit two birds with one stone’ as they say.” William raised his head, his posture straightening to the poised, yet relaxed default he’d mastered over the years.

      “It’s worth a try at least…but maybe you should have gifted him a dog or cat for practice first before you give him a whole human.” Altair’s eyes crinkled a bit at their jest.

      The king gave his confidant a small smile, “If I had known this little one would arrive, I would have given Vincent a furry pet to ‘practice’ with. But life doesn’t come with warnings.”

      The two centuries-old beings stiffened as the human turned in their sleep, their brow furrowed as an unintelligible mumble fell from their lips. Their eyelids started to flicker with the stirrings of wakefulness.

      Altair’s form shifted in the blink of an eye. Their marbled gray skin tone became a muted tan. The bright orange of their hair faded into more of a coppery red. The mismatched eyes became the same silver shade as the king they stood beside. The horns and tail that marked them as demonic vanished, leaving only their vampiric façade in place.

      The disguise had been William’s idea, it wouldn’t do for his fellow monarch’s to know that he had close relations with a demon, considering that their blood was poison to vampires. So the demon pretended to be a vampire, using subtle memory manipulation on any Empowered that met them into believing that they had a core of their own. The ruse allowed Altair to be at William’s side, providing the vampire with the insight of their many years, magical knowledge, the unique demonic perception and manipulation of emotions and the company of someone he truly trusted.

      Their arrangement had started off purely transactional. He had met them when he was still somewhat young, after the death of his Maker. He'd been under a lot of stress trying to survive and claw his way up in the world. It had been luck, or maybe even fate, that Altair was a Strife demon. They provided William with a powerful connection in the beginning while he gave them a good meal. But after centuries together, their friendship had cemented.

      The human slowly opened groggy eyes, squinting around the room as they sat up. “Where…wasn’t I at that park?” they mumbled to themselves before they froze when they saw William and Altair. The poor human was the textbook definition of ‘deer in the headlights.’

      William stepped closer, keeping his tone gentle as if they were an animal that would dash off at the slightest hint of aggression. “You are in my library, dear one. I know this must be a shock, but rest assured that you will come to no harm.”

      The human’s eyes sparked as they placed their feet on the ground, their frozen posture thawing. “Who even are you? You took me from the park, didn’t you? Did you drug me or something?” Their voice held some fear, but it was buried under suspicion, defiance and even some offense that they’d been taken.

      Altair looked away as they pressed their fingers to their lips, trying to hide a smile. It wasn’t often that anyone, especially a human, spoke to the Solaire king in such a way. William kept his expression calm, raising his hands palm out in the universal ‘I mean no harm’ gesture.

     “My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I am William Solaire, and this is my friend Altair Luminari. Yes, I did bring you here, but it was for your own safety. Wonder World is not a place you should be strolling through at night. And no, I did not drug you.”

      Their eyes narrowed at the pair, but they didn’t feel like they’d been drugged, not that they had any experience but they assumed they’d feel groggy or foggy headed. But they actually felt pretty good, like they’d had a restful night’s sleep. Though with the room being windowless it wasn’t like they could tell how long they’d been out.

      “What do you mean by ‘your own safety’? I wasn’t in any danger.”

      Their unease only grew at the….remorseful? expression that crossed William’s face. He moved slowly until he took the chair that was across from them. “There is much to explain, dear one. I don’t expect you will believe my words either…but I will try to explain.”

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Hey! So how do you think Alec would react to his mate being a metal head? 👀 like they listen to shit like Slipknot, Korn, Of Mice and Men, Motionless in White, Deftones, Black Sabbath, Motörhead and they go to concerts n all that. Like do you think him or any of the other members of the Volturi would vibe with it or nah? — 🕷️

So, this was a little hard for me because I'm not a fan of metal. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean that Alec or none of the other members of the Volturi aren't. And while this has some focus in metal, I tried to make it general for other genres too.

Music Headcanon - Alec

So, if there's one thing to know about Alec is that he is a huge collector of both books and music.

He even learned to play various instruments.

Although he does favor the piano since it helps both him and Jane relax.

Edward totally copied him.

He likes a wide range of music, alternative being his fav.

He loves collecting vinyls and was rather pissed when they stopped producing records for a while.

But he does enjoy having instant access on his phone now, too.

Now, metal in particular.

He could take it or leave it. It's neither here nor there.

He's more of an alternative person.

Metal was more of a Demetri thing.

Jane and Felix positively hate it.

However, since you've come along he's taken more of an interest.

It's still not his favorite.

BUT it's something his mate loves and enjoys after all.

He loves watching you bop around to your favorite songs.

He steals your phone all the time to search for new music.

He even sneaks a peek to add your favorites to his list.

He'll also send you new songs if he finds something he thinks you haven’t heard.

Which, let's be honest, is rare. You've heard quite a bit.

But you add it to the list you've made just for songs he's sent.

Anywho.

The latest album of your favorite band comes out?

It's in your hands the same day.

Want to go to a concert?

He's got you premium seating and VIP tickets to meet the band.

He'll even invest in the best earplugs he can find so he's right there with you.

The only thing he won't let you do is a mosh pit.

He's too protective if something were to go wrong.

Someone draws blood, even just a knick by accident, they're dead.

Eventually he makes you your own little corner in his music collection.

He'll be on the hunt for rare albums you want.

No price is too high.

All-in-all, if it makes you happy, he will do his best for you.

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