#SHAD WHITE

[diasporagreenspace]

Mississippi State Auditor Overstates DEI Spending by "Hundreds of Millions of Dollars"

The image below is a screen capture of the Shad White’s own report from July of this year. As you can see, he has grossly exaggerated the amount Mississippi public colleges an universities spend annually on Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion. Further review shows, the $23.44 million was not only the total spent on DEI across all 8 public Institutions of Higher Learning, it was a combination of…

[selunesfavouriteprincess]

putting the clown makeup on before doing the love test was the best idea I’ve had in this playthrough because Karlach is looking at Shadowheart like she hung the moon and stars in the sky and Shads looks like this

[skippygoldfish]

mega cray update: boss still isn't sure on the species and might contact other people for insight. however it's confirmed that it's a male! and since he is in his breeding form, it can help with identification (male gonopods are often a species indicator in crayfish).

all that being said, i glimpsed into the holding tank today and Did Not See Him. he hides surprisingly well on the edges but is still pretty noticable due to his largeness. so either boss has moved him, or he Escaped (hopefully just into a neighboring tank). ill look again later but i never saw him climb before so?!

[leaves-and-inks]

🐟 BARRACUDA 🐟

… which this american shad is certainly not!! I’m determined to keep up the classic rock naming, despite it not making a whole lot of sense here 😅

I was going to queue this and have it come out the same time as my instagram post, but I changed my mind and feel like posting this a little early :)

I’ve recently come to three conclusions:

1)moving is very annoying, especially if you’re one to misplace/lose things as it is

2)I may be biting off more than I can chew per usual with my summer plans, but I really hope not

3)storage space is Cool and Fun, and I wish it was more functional now that I’m home for the summer

But hey, I’ve got things mostly sorted now. A lot of its gonna be ongoing, but it’s manageable at the moment. Anyways, here’s my newest in the paper bag series!! Between this and my salmon for the daily drawings (you can find those on my instagram in the story highlights, I’ll link my profile below!!) It’s been nice drawing some fish!!

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[ID: A hand holding a black and white illustration on tan paper with uneven edges. behind it is a white tapestry with a pattern made up of illustrated green leaves, slightly out of focus. The illustration is a black fish (a shad) head and front flipper, looking down and right in profile view. It’s mouth is slightly open. All the details and the eye are sketched in with white, and the illustration itself sits within a white circle. it crops at its gills on the left hand side of the circle, it’s mouth and fin overlapping the shape. Behind the head at the same level of its late eye, the tail fins can be seen. A larger circle surrounding the fish head are vines with wild geraniums with stylized leaves and thorns. Most of the thorns, vines, and leaves are colored in black, but some are just a white outline. Some plant material breaks out from a larger circle behind them and the shad drawing, Over top of the plants radiating out from the center of the fish head are sketchy white lines. the paper is thin, and has a slight scaled pattern to it.

Image 2: cropped version of the previously described illustration. the photo goes to the edges of the page, and the illustration is centered. the radial lines on the top, bottom, and right of the page are slightly cropped.

Image 3: Crop on the shad’s face, details in the white ink becoming more apparent. The head is now tilted up, and crops most of the gills and plant life out.

Image 4: Crop focusing on the Shad’s scales and plant life. Only the top left quarter of the illustration is in frame. /end ID]

[lunawish]

wasian shadowheart wasian shadowheart waaaaaahhhhhh

[scirelistener]

POMEGRANATES

idia shroud x gn! reader

sypnosis : hades had persephone, idia has you.

It felt a tad bit ironic, if you were being honest. Staring at the carmine shine of the pomegranates given as a welcoming snack by the housewarden of Ignihyde, you couldn’t help but think of the tales of a certain King of the Underworld.

Though the sources varied on the reason why Persephone ended up in the Underworld (some daring to say Persephone was willing to go and was not abducted), it was ultimately this fruit, the pomegranate, that made her return to the dark and gloomy realm of Hades. While the Earth above froze with Demeter’s wrath, the king would reunit with his queen for a short period of 6 months.

Playing with the pomegranate seed, you wondered if Idia, himself, knew the irony of serving these. He who was leader to the very dormitory based on the King of the Underworld.

“.. The pomegranate isn’t laced with poison, y’know.” Your thoughts came to an abrupt halt as you turned to see Idia staring at you with what seemed to be puzzlement in his gaze. “Your HP is gonna be fine.”

You plopped the seed into your mouth before laying yourself down onto his bed, the softness of his blankets swallowing you whole. “I was just thinking how ironic it was that you’re serving me pomegranates.”

Idia stared at you for another moment, this time in bewilderment before realizing the myth that you were correlating the pomegranates with and turning away with a scoff. “That myth? The pomegranates in the tales are special. The ones I gave you are completely normal.” He said begrudgingly.

Noticing the tone, you flipped over to your stomach. Whilst silently admiring his fiery hair which glowed a serene blue with further help from his computer screen, you asked tentatively, “How do you feel about the tales?”

You internally winced as you watched as his fingers come to a halt as so did the clicking sounds of his keyboard and mouse. You were about to dismiss the question when the housewarden answered with a tone which you could not decipher.

“I wouldn’t go so far like he did. It’s similar to imprisonment, no? For the Queen, it must’ve felt like a player being tied to a checkpoint.” His tone resembled resentment. The glow of the computer screen gave notice to his face which scrunched up in a manner that screamed annoyance.

Then a sigh left from his lips before his fingers started clicking on his keyboard again. “But there’s no point of having my opinion on the tale. Doesn’t change the fact that the family’s still stuck with the damn curse.” Idia continued to game, this time with an expression that seemed more sullen than usual.

Sensing a change in his mood, you frowned at yourself for asking that question before your eyes trailed back to the pomegranate. As you reached for more, your mouth moved on its on,

“I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you.”

The words slipped out of your mouth too naturally for your own good. With a realization that slammed into your brain like a hammer of immense power, the pomegranate seeds slipped out of your fingers and your hand went loose; your eyes widened and your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment.

Dread plunged into your mind and painted your head white as you awaited for the housewarden’s reaction.

“…Huh?” Idia’s voice cracked in the middle of his outburst. You carefully turned your head towards him just to see the tip of his fiery hair burning a delicate shad of pink. The housewarden had a hand covering half his face while the other clutched onto his chest, his slender fingers wrinkling that iconic hoodie of his.

“I-, I meant-”

“You can’t just s-say something like that!” Idia stammered, his fingers crawling up to grip on his hair like his life depended on it. You internally winced at how tightly he was gripping it and was about to say something when he started blabbering, “What, you think you’re some sort of main character of an otome game!? Just because I feel the same, doesn’t mean you get to say those things out loud! You won’t gain any extra relationship levels with me just by saying that; all you’re giving me is a heart attack! I swear-”

As you were about to blubber out another apology in hopes of easing the poor guy’s ramble, you froze when you heard his words that indicated reciprocation.

"Wait. What do you mean you feel the same?"

“-Plus you wouldn’t even- huh?” Idia froze just like you did, eyes now back on you. Visible confusion spread over his face before his cheeks lit up a dark red. The pink that was only present near the tip of his hair now slowly unfurled into the never ending bluish fire.

Idia backed up against the chair, his body impossibly close to the backrest, as you stood up and slowly walked over to him with a giddy smile along with a blush that was a bit milder than is but still present.

Idia barely managed to muffle down his anxiety as you stopped right in front of him before leaning down.

“Idia, say that again? Please?”

How could he refuse you? You who looked down at him with eyes shining with expectation and joy of him mistakenly blabbering out his desires.

Though his hand ultimately crawled up his face once more to cover his red face, his words were head clearly.

“I-I wouldn’t mind being with you either.”

He hoped you didn’t notice how he took out a word in that sentence and how it might’ve possibly changed the meaning.

a/n : sorry for very shitty fic, i’ve been too idia-invested! also does anyone know epic the musical and has anyone listened to the vengeance saga cause sheeeeeesh the showdown between odysseus and poseidon had me shivering in my boots!!

and of course, please help those in needs by checking out the donation links on the master list post!

[gumbootillustrations]

UGH I FUCKING FINALLY FINISHED THIS

so yeah, have the divine warriors of the second war of the magi!!

more deets n closeups under the cut :3

aph!! i like to think that although the incarnations of the divine warriors r generally pretty similar, they do have some minor differences. for example, whereas the matron of the first war of the magi (irene) had one of the sets of wings on her head covering her eyes, the matron of the second war (mcd!aphmau) has both of them held back. this is bc whereas irene had lost her humanity (and therefore the ability to connect with mortals), aph hasn't - and, therefore, her eyes are open to the struggles of humanity. additionally, i took a lot of inspiration from honkai impact 3rd for these designs - in aph's case, i was inspired by elysia's herrscher of human: ego battlesuit and how it looks like a wedding dress (which a lot of folks have interpreted as an expression of her love for humanity, which is smth i want to convey w aph).

i think my favourite part of aaron's destroyer form is his seal (the thingy behind his head like a halo). i wanted to rlly play into the whole destroyer/devourer aspect of his abilities and domains, and i thought a black hole would fit perfectly! it also sort of (unintentionally) plays into how i see the dynamic between the matron and the destroyer and how they're both mirrors of each other; whereas the destroyer, well, destroys (and his black hole devours everything in sight), the matron creates and nurtures (seen in how aph's seal is almost like a white hole). i also wanted his armour to look a lot like the armour that shadow knights wear, albeit without all the spikes and spines and whatnot given that he isn't a shadow knight himself (shad's destroyer form from the first war probably looks a lot more similar to traditional shadow knight armour).

i'm lowkey suuper proud of how travis's keeper form turned out (even if i had to go back right at the end n fix it bc i forgot to add his tail 😭). i wanted this form to sort of be a mix between a high mage and a rogue: whereas the keeper embodies knowledge and magick, travis himself is a prankster who relies on cunning and trickery to gain the upper hand on his opponents. as a result, he's the only one who doesn't automatically manifest a weapon when he shifts into this form - instead, i feel like he chooses to rely more on magicks and witchcraft during combat.

katelyn's design was lowkey the hardest to pin down. originally, i wanted to go for something that was suuuper inspired by roman armour and had a copper and teal/turquoise colour scheme, but it wound up feeling too magical girl-ish and i scrapped it. i've retained the roman inspirations, but i headcanon that her flames are so hot they burn blue, so i settled on a blue-and-white colour scheme w some purple elements. i think my favourite part is her gauntlets! i feel like she uses them as an extension of herself/another pair of hands to punch with. the blue elements also lean into menphia's association with the moon - in ashes, ashes, tu'la is based on the roman empire and, as a result, is where werewolves originate from, and with werewolves having such close ties to the moon.... yeah. i'll probably do a post on tu'la later on at some point.

my blorbo

garroth's design is probably the one that's changed the least, but i'll still need to update his ref sheet anyway. i don't know if i conveyed it very well but the sort-of wing-things on his back are slabs of earth that can be shaped into a shield - originally i had him holding a shield but i wanted him to look a bit more divine warrior-ish so i retooled his design.

the boy! i was tossing up between having vylad or dante fill the role of the wanderer, but i settled on dante as i feel like vylad fits better as a sort of weird guide sort of figure within the narrative. plus, i have a real soft spot for dante and wanted him to remain in the limelight a little bit - i love his dynamic with garroth and laurance and i wanted to explore that further. i sort of wanted to play into his whole red-and-blue colour scheme that we see in canon diaries, but bc kul'zak is a nature deity (specifically of the wilderness), i wanted to incorporate some greenery into his design. i hope i've done an okay-ish job here - overall i'm pretty happy tho, but i can't promise that there won't be any tweaks in the future.

this is a redhead laurance propaganda spreading blog and i Refuse to apologise for it. i'd like to think that laurance's original colour scheme is similar to his justiciar form - lots of beautiful reds and golds and oranges to match the flames of his father's forge - but after he comes back from the nether with a Severe fear of fire he switches to the greens and browns that he's known for in canon. eventually he slowly begins to reclaim his fire and returns to the golds and oranges that he's introduced with (haha colour symbolism go brrrrrr).

but yeah. the special interest is special interesting. let me know if u have any questions!

[myocsfanfictions]

THE WRATH OF FIRE

House of the Dragon

MASTERLIST

Princess Ysilla Targaryen is the only daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce. The affection that she felt for her mother was strong, while her father had never been there, acting as if Ysilla was not even his. But she was. The dragon egg that had been put in her cradle hatched. An outcast of a dragon was born. A dragon with no legs. An outcast of a dragon for and an outcast of a dragon rider. Ysilla’s hair was dark but streaked with white. She was a Targaryen, and her wrath was not different from the one that burned inside the members of the House of the Dragon.

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CHAPTER 9

Ysilla was walking up the stairs of one of the many secret passages of the Red Keep. Ysilla had explored the castle with her cousins since they were all just babes, and they used them frequently to move around unnoticed.

Ysilla liked to do it. Those dark and lonely places led to different parts of the castle. Every time she walked through those corridors, she felt like an adventure. She knew it was childish, but she enjoyed it.

But those were even the fastest ways to move in the castle, with no people watching or asking where she was going. She liked life at court, but people could be very inquisitive and curious. And she didn't want to show people the anger she was feeling. Aegon really knew how to be cruel when he wanted to be, and Aemond seemed to be the target of his jests and the Velaryon brothers, even if they were younger. Aemond felt left out from all of them, he was different. He would always following them to the Dragonpit even if he lacked a dragon, wishing for his egg to finally hatch or for a new dragon to be found.

What is a Targaryen without a dragon? Ysilla was not stranger to that thought. She still remembered how she cradled Darysir’s egg when she was just a babe of five, knowing that a dragon was the true legacy of a Targaryen. That was their sigil and symbol of power. No one but them could bound such terrible beasts to their will, no one was as strong. And yet a Targaryen without a dragon was just a human. No different from anyone else. That was a frightening thought, a saddened one too, and she felt for Aemond since he had to indulge in such pain.

“Are you alright?” She had asked him following him, to make sure he didn’t felt alone. She knew how loneliness hurt to the heart and the spirit.

His posture was stiff. Ysilla could not see his face, but she didn’t miss how he quickly pass a hand over his dirty face, “Yes, cousin.”

The girl looked down at her hands, she was picking at her nails, sometimes she did that when she felt uncomfortable. Out of words. Those situations were the hardest to handle, since she felt like her every word could make no difference.

“I’m sure you’ll have a dragon one day, my prince,” she whispered, not daring to get any closer.

Aemond scoffed shaking his head, “Don’t lie to me,” He asked turning to her, the dirt on his cheeks were stained, giving away the tears he had shad, “My egg will never hatch and there’s no dragon for me to claim. Don’t be cruel, Ysilla.”

Ysilla observed the boy in front of her, he desperately wanted to prove himself to all of them, to himself and the hurt on his face was so visible as if Ysilla was feeling it herself. Her words must have felt like another jest, and of that she felt bad.

“Aemond,” she spoke softly taking a step towards her cousin, “I was not trying to to be cruel, I hope you know that,” she assured, “What I meant is that mayhaps here in King’s Landing there are no more dragons to claim, but on Dragonstone there are. Vermithor, Silverwing, or the three wild dragons as well.”

Aemond looked at her skeptical, “And I could bend one?”

“You are a Targaryen, my prince,” she said looking at him in the eyes, “There is nothing you cannot do.”

“Other Targaryens do not think so,” he answered with frustration, “They see me fit for a pig.”

Ysilla moved her hand so that she could lift Aemond face with her fingers, “Velaryon are not Targaryen. They seem rather strong to me, but they are not us.” Her words seemed to surprise him, and when he saw her lips turn up into a smile, he timidly did the same. “Don’t be bothered by those kids.” As for his brother however…

Aegon liked to jest, never thinking about consequences. He never thought about consequences. He never cared about consequences, not until he had fun with it. She wanted to speak to her cousin, they had grew up together and he was probably the one she knew best, the one she was the closest to, the one who made her angry the most.

But when she arrived behind the hidden door of the passage, Ysilla heard a voice.

"Aemond is your brother."

It was the Queen. She must have already talked with the King.

Ysilla wondered if the King would have done something about what had happened—at least scold his son and nephews. The Queen had been so angry after Aemond had left for his chambers to clean himself. Ysilla understood how the Queen felt, and she would have liked to have a chance to talk with Aegon before his mother wanted any explanation.

"Well, he's a twat," Ysilla shook her head, hearing Aegon's muffled voice.

Gods, Aegon, she thought in silence.

"We are family," the Queen spoke, "You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the open world, we must defend our own."

"It was funny," she heard Aegon answer simply.

Ysilla took a deep breath. Sometimes, even the family itself can be dangerous. But that was not the case with Aemond and Aegon. They were just boys. Ysilla wished that Aegon had paid a bit more attention to his own siblings. He should cherish his family.

"Do you think Rhaenyra's sons will be your playthings forever?" The Queen asked, not trying to hide her irritation. “As things stand, Rhaenyra will ascend the throne and Jacaerys Targaryen will be her heir.” Ysilla got closer to the wall to hear at her best.

“So?” Aegon seemed lost and that made her mother groan out loudly.

“You are nearly a man-grown. How is it that you can be so shortsighted?” The Queen’s tone was full of frustration, anger and disappointment. But Ysilla could understand Aegon’s confusion. He would never think about the consequences, and Ysilla herself had found herself lost when the Queen had spoken to her about the danger their family was running into.

Does every family plot on killing each other for power? Or is just our prerogative? Ysilla thought as her mind went back to the last time she had seen her mother ride away for hawking, coming back as a corpse; cold and still, as a little girl of five found out that her own father had been the cause of that tragedy. And for what? To be wed to Rhaenyra? Become prince consort? Was that his plot?

Daemon Targaryen had left her motherless for a whim, and as he gained nothing, Ysilla had lost everything. The wrath that she felt every time she thought about her father was something that light such a fire within her, a fire that she desperately wanted to free somehow. But she had learnt the art of dignity and the taste of patience. She knew that the King would have never done anything to his precious brother, and yet Ysilla still dreamt of a day where her father would face the consequences of his crimes.

“If Rhaenyra comes into power your very life could be forfeit. Aemond’s as well,” the Queen spoke again, “She could move to cut off any challenge to her succession.”

Would Rhaenyra commit such crime against her own brothers, to secure her position and the one of her bastards sons? She once was so close to Daemon Targaryen, wearing the shiny Valyrian neckless that he had gifted for her as if it hold some kind of a promise between them. Such a beautiful neckless, Ysilla thought bitterly. My neck still remains unadorned.

A bond like the one Rhaneyra and Daemon shared, could lead them to the same crimes? Ysilla did not wish to learn the answer, she would have not learnt the answer. She had already lost her family. She could not lose another. She refused to. Aegon and his siblings would not pay the price to let bastard ascend to the Iron Throne. She could see it. But Aegon…

“Then I won’t challenge…” Aegon was cut of but the Queen’s screams. A sound that made Ysilla shiver.

“You are the challenge!” She yelled, “You are the challenge, Aegon! Simply by living and breathing!” Ysilla felt her breath labour as she slid down against the wall. It could happen. It would happen. Politics could be cruel, it knew no mercy, it knew no family. If a succession war was to happen, the first to die would always be the male heir.

“You are the King’s firstborn son,” the Queen kept saying, “And what they know, what everyone in the realm knows in their blood and in their bones is that one day, you will be our King.” Ysilla closed her eyes with a heavy sign as she heard the Queen leave Aegon’s chambers. That future didn’t seem so far. The King did not possessed the best of health, having lost an arm and getting paler by the day. He still smiled though, and she wished that his body would keep living form many years more, because once the King would leave that world, not everyone would bent the knee to a woman, especially after giving birth to bastards, and at that point her cousins’ life could be at risk.

"Aegon," she spoke quietly, stepping into the room. She heard the boy take a shaky breath. He was about to cry, and that sound pained her heart.

"My mother had already scolded me, Ysilla," he said, pushing his head back as he stood up. Ysilla was quick to turn her back to him, noticing that he wasn't wearing any clothes. It had already happened before, so she was not surprised to see him like that, but she flushed anyway.

"I'm not here to scold you," she said, hearing him cross the room to get his clothes. In truth, she was, but after what she heard, Ysilla felt for him, and suddenly, she didn’t feel the need to argue with him anymore. You never think about the consequences, Aegon.

“So my brother had not come to cry to you as he did with Mother?” He asked with frustration, but Ysilla did not answered to that.

"I wished to ride on dragon back,” she said turning to look at Aegon, “Do you want to come with me?” His eyes widened in surprise as he observed her frame, but he nodded none the less.

They were strangely quiet as they made their way to the carriage that would bring them to the Dragonpit. Ysilla quite enjoyed that silence though. Quiet sounds, quiet times. Maybe they would all shout too much. She could feel Aegon’s eyes on her though, unsure of what to do or say. That behaviour made her smile.

“I was thinking about something,” she said suddenly, smiling when she saw her cousin take a relieved breath.

“Finally,” he said, “I wasn’t sure if you were angry with me.” Ysilla observed him.

“You get on my nerves quite easily,” she answered making him roll his eyes, but the smile never left her lips. “So, do you want to hear my thoughts?” She asked fixings her black riding clothes.

“As long as you don’t shout to me like Mother.” He mumbled looking outside the carriage.

“I was thinking about how lucky we are,” she said ignoring his scoff, “How lucky I am.” That made him frown as he turned to look at her, “After my mother I thought I would be alone for the rest of my life, but then you, all of you let me in this family,” she took a breath, “You are my family, Aegon.”

His eyes stayed on her, observing Ysilla with a confused stare, “I… I don’t understand…” Ysilla smiled, standing up as the carriage came to an halt.

“There’s no need,” she said, “I do.”

The door got opened by the guard that had escorted them. The man showed her his hand for her to take, so that she could safely get out. Ysilla knew she needed to no help, but the gallant gesture was much welcomed, so she accepted the hand. As she walked towards the Dragonpit, she could hear Aegon quick steps coming from behind her.

“You said you wanted to share a thought, but you said nothing I didn’t know,” he argued, still confused. Ysilla laughed.

“I’m glad it is no news to you,” she answered fixing the clothes of the gloves around her fingers. Suddenly he took her by the arm, making her turn.

“What did you understand that I didn’t?” Ysilla could see the confused frown upon his face, how his lips would pout when he got frustrated. That expression made her smile, as she swiftly caressed his cheeks.

“Many things, my prince,” she said freeing herself as her eyes went to Dārysyr. He was being brought to her by the Dragonkeepers. He would slither beautifully on the ground, his purple wings lapping in excitement as he saw her, like he had done since he was just an hatchling.

“Zȳhon belma qogror",” she said as Dārysyr would get close so that she could touch his snout. His scales were so hot against her gloved fingers. “Gaomagon ao jaelagon naejot sōvegon rūsīr issa?” At her question, Dārysyr growled, moving his dark wings. (My beautiful friend. Do you want to ride with me?)

Then another growl could be heard, but it was different from Dārysyr’s. Its pitch was higher and clearer. She knew who it belonged to.

“Sunfyre,” Aegon said with a genuine and happy smile on his face as his beautiful golden and pink dragon would get closer to his rider. Sunfyre was the most expressive among all the dragons and he absolutely adored Aegon. He playfully pushed Aegon as a greeting and Ysilla’s heart got full with fondness as she watch how Aegon caressed his dragon. Her hand would stroke Dārysyr’s neck as he’d protectively went around her as he always did.

“Is my prince ready to take flight?” She asked getting Aegon’s attention back to her.

“Are you ready, my lady?” He dared her as he moved to get on Sunfyre’s back.

“Don’t start something when you do not know how it will end,” she warned him playfully her securing the belt around her waist as she got comfortable on her saddle, but he just scoffed before giving Sunfyre the order so that the dragon could start moving towards the exit.

“Tolot zȳhos ābra, zȳhon ñuha.” She said patting Dārysyr’s neck, “Sīr zābūbys ābra, dārys. Targot dāeri, Dārysyr.” (He never thinks about the consequences, my friend. I’ll think about consequences, then. Fly now, Darysir.)

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[acewithapaintbrush]

A gift for @emthimofnight who's Sonadow fankid Stellar has stolen my heart. Inspired by this comic and my firm believe that Sonic is a little shit who would definitely hold something like that over Shadows head forever

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“Should I… leave?”

Stellar jerks her head around and stops rummaging through the cupboards. She doubts she'll find the shoes she is looking for anyway. They had grown a bit tight the last time she'd worn them and her Papa had given her a suspicious side eye when she'd still refused to get rid of them. 

He hates clutter. Says her Dad is messy enough for all three of them. 

And anyway! The shoes are pretty much immediately forgotten the moment her friend's words reach Stellar’s ears. 

“Why?” she asks. “I thought we'd spent the day together?”

Camellia only spares her a quick glance before she looks away again. She is wringing her hands the way she does when she is nervous about something. Stellar wonders what could have caused that and follows her gaze. She tilts her head with a frown. All she can see are her parents being… well. Her parents. 

“I mean,” Cam gestures helplessly at the other couple, keeping her voice low. “This is obviously a bad time.”

Stellar joins her side and keeps looking between her friend and her parents. She has no clue what has gotten into Cam. 

Across the room her Dad crosses his arms behind his head and taps one foot up and down. His grin is playful, much like Stellar’s own when she is in the mood to tease but his voice has an edge to it. 

“You know I'm right, Shads! Just admit it!”

Her Papa scoffs and crosses his arms in front of his chest, a perfect imperfect mirror of his partner. Sometimes Stellar marvels at the fact that two hedgehogs can be so similar and so different at the same time. 

“You? Being right? Haven't seen any pigs fly lately.”

“Oh. That comeback was almost witty. Have you been practicing?”

Ah. They are arguing. Again. Or maybe still? She vaguely remembers a friendly conversation over breakfast about an old mission or something slowly turning into a heated debate about who took down more Badniks. Are they still on about that? 

She sighs. Seems like it's going to be one of those days, huh? Stellar ignores her parents and smirks at her flustered friend. She is so uptight sometimes. Kinda cute. 

“They are just squabbling. Don't tell me your parents never do that.”

Cam blinks, surprised, before she sniffs a little, nose in the air and all. “My parents never argue. Certainly not in front of guests.”

“Yeah, sure. The hedgehog with the giant hammer and temper issues and the literal cat with fire powers never argue.” Before Camellia can swipe at her arm Stellar continues “And anyway, you are not a guest, you are practically family.”

Her friend's face is suddenly as red as a tomato and she turns away to delicately cough into her hand. Stellar raises an eyebrow. Cam is acting super weird today. 

Her parents have kept arguing meanwhile. It's pretty much just white noise to their daughter after all these years. Stellar tunes back in just in time to hear Papa insult Dad’s memory which has obviously suffered from too many hits during fights. 

And Stellar knows that glint that enters her Dad's eyes, the way his smirk grows deceptively soft. She can do nothing but groan and slap a hand against her forehead as the blue hedgehog sighs and saunters over to the mantelpiece. She has seen this song and dance one too many times to think she can stop what's coming next. 

He picks up one of her baby pictures and presses it against his chest. “Maybe you are right. Maybe my memory isn't as good as it used to be.”

Stellar is as always reluctantly impressed with the way her Dad is able to put so much emotion into utter bullshit. He sounds like he is on the verge of crying and Stella can hear Cam gasp softly in dismay.

Maybe they should have left after all. 

“The memories begin to fade,” he laments and are those tears in the corners of his eyes? Ugh. “But you know what memory will never fade? My most precious one?”

Papa grits his teeth. She thinks it might take all his strength to not jump across the room and do something he might (a very slight might) regret. 

“How Stellar called me Dada first.”

It's a favorite story of his and he pulls it out every time Papa annoys him or he feels like he is losing an argument. 

And her Papa is smart and strong and level headed and cool. But he is also super bad at hiding how much that ‘betrayal’ still eats at him. 

“You are never letting this go, are you? You are pathetic!”

“Pot meet kettle. And why should I? One of her precious first milestones and it was all for moi!”

“I taught her how to walk.”

“And I taught her how to ride a bicycle, which is even more difficult.”

“I taught her how to swim, something you actually need for survival.”

“Oh yeah, if you call throwing her into the deep end and telling her ‘to figure it out’ teaching.”

“That's not how it happened!” Papa turns to Stellar proving once and for all that both are aware of their audience and don't care. They probably enjoy embarrassing her in front of her friend, the sadists. “That didn't happen!” 

She rolls her eyes. “I know, Papa.”

“Oh right!” Dad cuts in, outraged. “That was me! Your beloved husband!” 

“We are not married.”

“For good reason!”

Stellar does her best to ignore the two of them. Camellia still looks bewildered but there is a reluctant smile blossoming on her face, as if she can't help but be amused despite the awkwardness. 

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Stellar gasps and clutches her chest. “How dare you!” She pauses and her pretend outrage turns a bit more genuine. “Wait! What do you mean? Get what?”

Cam has the audacity to snicker at her and it is not a beautiful sound to Stellar’s ears, nope, not at all! “Oh. You know.”

She doesn't. She totally doesn't. 

She is about to demand some answers when the expression on Cam’s face stops her cold. She turns back to her parents and… oh no. 

Why is she even surprised anymore?

Papa has crossed the distance and has the back of Dad's neck in a tight grip. He is growling and flashing his teeth. 

“I think it's time for you to shut your mouth.”

Dad just leers and leans closer, pressing his chest against the other hedgehog, tangling his hand in black and red quills. 

“Why don't you make me?”

Stellar grabs Camellia’s hand and pulls her out of the room as fast as she can. 

“Oh-Kay. That's our cue to go. Go go go! Don't look back!”

“Wait what? Why? Shouldn't we stop them? What if they hurt-?”

“Nope! You do not want to get between them right now.” She shudders and quickens her steps. “Trust me!”

There is the sound of a muffled crash behind her, like two bodies falling to the floor, her Papa saying something triumphant, her Dad laughing. 

Stellar loves her parents. But God! They can be so embarrassing!

**********

They are the worst, I love them! This was supposed to be really short and grew into this... Hope you like it❤️

[kamen20ghost]

The honored arc au

Do to a bet he made and lost with sun jaune had to dye his hair white and thanks to that he looks like satoru Gojo form JJk and it didn’t help some of the girls miss took him for a schnee to which he had some fun with that as he acts like gojo.

(Would love of other add to this as it be fun to see other characters reactions to this.)

Jaune: *Ruffling his now white hair as he sporting some shades he borrowed from Ren.* Well now I hope Weiss doesn’t find out about this.

Pyrrha: *Walks into her dorm room and is surprise to see jaune who she thinks is Weiss brother.* Oh sorry I didn’t see you there sir but I think you’re in the wrong room team RWBY room is across the hall.

Jaune: *Looks behind and sees Pyrrha and was surprise she didn’t recognize him and then he smirks as he’ll play along.* Sorry about that I knock on the door and it was left open so I thought it was team RWBY room and let my self in and I must say I’m glad I was wrong since I got to meet a beautiful, kind and stunning girl such as your self.

Pyrrha: *Blushes as she plays with hair as she looks away slightly.* Why thank you but that is worrying I guess my partner didn’t close the door right I’ll have to remind him when get back.

Jaune: *chuckles as he Waves his hand across his face. I wouldn’t worry about that but I am wondering about you. When I look at you I felt like we met before let me guess we knew each other in a past life maybe a lover perhaps since I can see it in your eyes like a open book that carry a want for love that only a special some can give and I hope it’s me.

Pyrrha: *Blushes more and is confused why her heart is racing and why is she getting a conflicted feeling of joy and anger.* I don’t think we have met but I’m flattered you think that but I think we should get you to Weiss before she gets worried.* Sets her things down on her desk as she wonder where jaune is.*

Jaune: *Waits for a moment and once Pyrrha was at the door he moves so now he has her press between the door and him his hands blocking both her sides.* Now why so quick to get rid of me miss I thought we getting along so well. *Tilts his head as the shads fall little off and stared directly into her eyes as then stops and chuckles.* Oh sorry Pyrrha couldn’t keep up the act but you should see your face it’s was priceless.

Pyrrha: *Her face matching her hair as her body was screaming kiss the man but her mind said no think of Jaune. But then stop the moment she saw those ocean blue eyes and when he pull away laughing she knew it was jaune. *Jaune?! What did you do to your hair and why didn’t you say it was you sooner. *Relief washed over her, but was quickly replaced with mild anger and soon she was lightly punching Jaune shoulder for what he did.*

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

ATTENTION FREAKS

Here are my Irene and Xavier designs <3

Aaaaaaand of course, headcanons and fun facts and stuff:

Irene:

Irene’s real name is Aphmau Shala’shaska. Irene is the name she uses in the public eye, to keep some sense of privacy.

She got her name from the Irena flower, a white and indigo flower that grows abundantly throughout the surrounding areas of Scaleswind. It’s best know for its medicinal properties, often used to heal cuts.

Kul’Zak was the one who suggested she come up with a knew name to use.

Aphmau’s grandmother, Sapphire, was cursed by a mage. The curse entails: Should your family ever bare twins, they shall be destined to bring upon death and destruction. They shall be destroy themselves, and neither good nor evil shall truly prevail in the end.

Sapphire’s daughter, Sylvanna, ending up having twins. They were named Aphmau and Raaph.

For fear of the curse, Aphmau was sent away to live with and be raised by a very powerful family friend, named Hyria. Hyria never told Aphmau about her real family, but she raised her as if she were her own, and she taught her everything she possessed could. Which was a lot given her hundreds of years of experience.

Aphmau was raised in the enchanted forest, trained to use her magicks from an early age. She was even taught about witchcraft by Hyria. When she was old enough, Hyria used enchanted ink to draw ruins on her so she could even learn how to actually use witchcraft.

Many people claim to be direct descendants of Irene, but the truth is, she never had any children.

Xavier:

Though he is remembered by history as Xavier the Admirer, his real name was Prince Xavier Laith of O’khasis.

Xavier was the nephew to the terrible king who ruled all of Ru’aun from O’khasis, Evren Laith.

He worked with the divine warriors both before and after they each became divine. He helped de-thrown his uncle, helped to end the wyvern-human war, and even helped seal Shad in the Nether.

He was offered the chance to become divine but declined. His reasoning; in order to obtain a relic, you must first sacrifice that which you love. Xavier only held love for one thing.. Irene.

Even after declining, he was still considered an honorary divine warrior, even if that much had been forgotten by history.

He loved Irene with his entire being, and she, him. But they never truly had the chance to allow that love to grow and flow. First, Xavier was taken prisoner by Shad, being transformed into some kind of beast. Xavier had to fight for control over his body and mind, and it was hard to be around Irene knowing she may not be safe with him. Then, as they were sealing Shad away, there was an explosion of magick, left in Shad’s wake. A shard of Shad’s soul pierced through Xavier’s body, and Irene could not save him. Xavier died and Irene could only watch, unable to heal the magickal wound.

Because of his manor of death, Shad and Xavier’s souls became somewhat intertwined. When Xavier was reincarnated into one Laurance Zvahl, he was born with a fragment of Shad’s soul attached to his own. When Laurance became a Shadow Knight, much like Xavier did, he continued his trend of being nearly impossible to control. And though he too never gained his immortality, he became one of the strongest Shadow Knights to exist. Both in spirit and body.

Xavier has central heterochromia. The outer ring of his eyes are green and the inner, blue.

Whoo that was a lot.. Thanks for reading all that if you did <3

[theladyofrosewater]

Tumblr please be nice to this post and don't hide it again

Cadenza is our resident fashion girlie and honestly she deserved to design Aphmau's wedding dress so here's how I think she would have reacted depending on the ship, alphabetically, feel free to add on or request more

Aphmau and Aaron: standard overjoyed reaction and definitely would have up played the Shad and Irene parelles in the designs if she knew, She also would have sewn a Lilly of the Valley on the inner lining of Aaron's robe just as a remembrance. Both of them get stuck with Grecian style robes and jewelry. With Aph in light purple, whites and golds while Aaron gets stuck with blacks, reds and silver.

Aphmau and Garroth: Not only is she making the dress for Lady Irene herself, she's also making the suit for someone who was essentially a prince of the region so she first makes a super proper and over the top designs.. before realizing they both hate them. Cadenza then gets the idea to make a fancy version of the dress Aphmau wore to Donna and Logan's wedding and steals Garroth's guard uniform to pretty it up.

Aphmau and Katelyn: At first she would have been overjoyed to make two matching dresses, then sad when Katelyn said she didn't want a dress and then excited again when she realized she gets to design a women's suit. Aphmau gets a light purple poofy cupcake dress to match Katelyn's slimmed down suit, complete with light blue cape. they both accessorize with silver and diamonds

Aphmau and Laurance: the one time she's more excited to design the guy's rather than the lady's because Cadenza has been sketching out Laurance's wedding outfit since she was like 12 and it needs to be PERFECT since it's her brother, sure it throws off her plans when Aphmau says she doesn't want a white dress but Cadenza makes it work with a swirling seafoam pattern and pearls to compliment the ember inspired suit adorned with rubies and gold she makes Laurance.

Aphmau and Zoey: She gets to make matching dresses and is SO excited, does she have to alter her mannequine because Zoey is so tall? yes but that also gives Cadenza more room to embroider and bead a pattern on Zoey's skirt's that merges into Aphmau's when they stand together so it forms a beautiful pattern that represents their journey as a couple. The dresses are both A-line with the Top of Zoey's dress being a dark teal that fades to white and Aphmau's being the inverse with a dark purple. They both have lots of vines and flower accessories

[drawbauchery]

Okay first of all those sketches are cute as fuck

Second of all CHIHIRO OH MY LORD I LOVE HIM I LOVE YOU

Third of all:

Yyyep, that's a simulation. I think so because one: Junko and Chiaki are on the bus, they can eat but don't have to, just like Chiaki in the Neo World Program where she chose to eat breakfast with everyone. Not to mention she tried to eat gum from under the seats while already on the bus.

We do not know if human beings have to eat after being put in a simulation, but based on the fact that in one of the first comics Hajime asked Teruteru to make him some eggs because he forgot to eat breakfast it is safe to assume that they at least feel hunger.

"Chiaki and Junko could be humans then" no, Chiaki was confirmed to be AI multiple times. And Junko..

Only AIs seem to be able to hear us and:

Two: in the newest Komahina comic we can observe changes of Hajime when he's out of the bus (past) and while on the bus (present) from panel to panel which means they're next to each other practically begging to play find the difference.

Most noticeable for me was the eye, past Hajime has two coloured eyes, the panels are black and white but because of the shade difference we all know that one of the eyes are his standard colour and one's from Izuru and is red. The thing is: present Hajime (on the bus) doesn't have a red eye. Nothing. Nada. Zero. And do you know where else he didn't have that eye? Bingo! Neo World Program. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't just put on a contact right? Well then, let's move on; the second difference in Hajime is hair length, it's visibly longer in the past, not the Izuru fuckery long but longer than Hajime has now (on the bus). "But he could cut it!" Fair enough, let's move on. That's all for Hajime. Now's the time for the remnants of despair.

Just like another user noted; some remnants got permanent marks while being in the.. Trance, I guess? Not important. There's no way they could just cover up some of them, which only confirms my belief that they are put in a Neo World Program or a similar simuation where they just reused their body models from the NWP in sdr2. "They could cover up the marks with this and this" well okay then, I'm not an expert in the make up industry.

Still not believing? I've got a big one for you, then. You ready? 

It's Nagito.

As simple as that sounds.

I don't know if you've noticed but human beings aren't able to grow a limb. And Nagito lost a limb while being the remnant of despair. He cut his hand off. Poof, gone.

We can clearly see the lack of his left hand in the comic.

But he magically has it back in the present time? He magically got it back while being ON THE BUS? I'm sorry, but even Mikan couldn't just get him his hand back.

"He got a prosthetic arm from Kazuichi in one of the comics describing the past!" Yeah!

And you can see that it's a prosthetic no problem, right? You can see that it's a different material? That it's not skin? You can see it's metal and it has screws and bolts. You can see it's a prosthetic. Can you say the same about his hand now, on the bus? Nope. It's a normal hand. Compare it to any other it looks like a normal, human hand. You know where else he has a normal hand after he cut it. At this point I don't even have to say it's Neo World Program. Just like with the test of the remnants of despair, reusing models isn't that big of a problem. Limbs don't grow back.

So! That concludes my theory and if I'm not correct I really want to know your explanation about Nagito's hand, Shads. And no, I believe that they couldn't just find his hand and sew it back up, because after this long it wouldn't be useful or hygienic to do so, and where would you find a donor in the middle of the apocalypse? Lol

it

...

grew back

with magic

[victoriadallonfan]

There's Shadiversity drama????

I just know him as the funny shout man complaining about back sheaths.

Oh you have no idea.

Dude is an absolute alt-right moron. He got upset his daughter enjoyed Princess Peach, because Princess Peach wore pants and wasn’t a damsel in the Super Mario movie.

He openly says that he doesn’t believe people of the same sex should be able to get married.

He follows Matt Walsh (open fascist and Nazi), and several other white supremacist/alt-right YouTubers/podcasters/comic writers (including that former Injustice artist who went on to work on the “Blacklist Comic Universe”… because he got banned from mainstream comics for being an asshole)

He openly believes that women are biologically inferior to men and that they should be satisfied with the “soft power” they have as “home makers” and not focus on politics or wanting more rights.

He wrote a book called “Shadow of the Conqueror” which has a Mary Sue Hitler/Stalin/Mao expy who is 90 years old be given a “sexy” 17 year old body and tries to romance one of his many rape victims (who was 14 when the MC raped her as an adult btw, which makes her 40 years old by the time of the story starts…) and then beats her up and mocks her when she realizes he’s her rapist… while also claiming he can’t die because being allowed to live and see how much he’s hurting her is “a punishment greater than death”) to him.

Also when he’s confronted by all his former rape victims, the MC notes that the ones who were REALLY upset were women who didn’t get pregnant from said rape. Also also, any woman who is raped and exposed to darkness in the setting turns into sex crazed succubi (only the women and only by men; men can’t be raped or molested, not even his son whom the MC kills by impaling anally with a broken piece of wood) . Not that you would notice because literally every single woman, especially the sexually abused ones, throw themselves at the MC to have sex with them

You know what, go watch this review of the book

Anyways, after the book came out and more and more people started to realize this book is awful, sexist, homophobic (guess how many times the MC calls his friend gay… even for things as simple as “hey do you want to just walk around town and enjoy the view?”), and rape apologetic, Shad then created a video where he decides to read only positive (some of them non verified book purchasers) recent reviewers but is not smart enough to edit out the negative reviews that he scrolls by, so you can pause the video and read the ones that point out how bad the book is.

He is just a stupid, petty, bigoted man

[ravenkings]

In social media posts, [Mississippi state auditor Shad] White also dismissed fields like African American studies, gender studies and anthropology as “useless degrees” in “garbage fields.” Instead, in the report, he recommends that students enter fields like construction management. See how efficiently students in the poorest state are shunted toward the vocational: It’s not personal. It’s business. This, despite a study by the American Academy of Arts and Sciences that found that humanities majors are comparably likely to be satisfied with their jobs and employed in supervisory roles as graduates from other majors. The report is unsettling because we’ve seen universities around the country enact budget cuts that have reduced humanities offerings. In August, West Virginia University proposed cutting academic majors and programs, in a bid to reduce the budget shortfall caused in large part by declining enrollment. The process, as outlined on the provost’s website, seeks to create “a more focused academic program portfolio aligned with student demand, career opportunities and market trends.” Consider the terms the provost used: trends, market, demand, portfolio, metrics.

–Beth Ann Fennelly, "Stop Corporatizing My Students," The New York Times, November 15, 2023.

[roughlytwentytwofrogs]

This was an answer to another post, but I feel like I started babbling too much to not make it its own post.

Shipping aside, I feel like the origin companions are paired up by the story.

The most obvious are Karlach and Wyll, which you could chalk up to the fact that Karlach was going to be an NPC related to his quest in the beginning. But I feel like it's not just that, because it extends from act 1 allllll the way into the end of the game. In Wyll's recruitment dialogue, he talks about Karlach; and whether you've recruited Wyll or not, or you've brought him with you or not, Karlach's recruitment triggers Wyll's first cutscene and his first storybeat (while when learning Astarion is a vampire, despite being a monster hunter, his reaction is pretty much just "welp rip i guess").

Karlach has (!) reactions to many steps of Wyll's quest, they talk about each other all the time through their own hurdles. And of course, their antagonists are closely related (Mizora and Zariel), and they have ties to the same main villain (Gortash, who is Karlach's revenge plot and the one to hold Wyll's dad in a cell). Wyll follows Karlach into her good ending to free her from her own devil. It's pretty obvious that those two are connected from the beginning of the game to the end.

Then you have Shadowheart and Lae'zel, who are on each side of a conflict: Shadowheart stole the artifact from Vlaakith, Lae'zel is a very zealous githyanki. They keep talking about each other throughout act 1; because Lae is a danger to Shads, she keeps trying to undermine her to the PC (she even tells you what she does when talking about Raphael, by shittalking and sowing doubt, the moment Lae'zel slips, we've basically already made our minds).

Then they both go through the same storybeat, ie free themselves from their own evil deities, or fall further into their cults and ascend. There's even an (inaccessible right now) interaction between good path origin Lae and Shads, when Shads has that bit of dialogue about dyeing her hair white: she tells Lae that watching her free herself of Vlaakith inspired her to make her own decisions; Shads also has a similar one with resist path Durge.

And last, you have Gale and Astarion, who are foils in their own way, whose stories are about indulging in the power dangled in front of their noses or refuse it, and their backstories both have sexual trauma implications (I say implications, because while Astarion's are very obvious and maintext, Gale's aren't as much, afaik, but I also haven't done his romance path so feel free to correct me). They don't intervene in each other's paths, so they're the two i'm least sure about because you have to dig a little more, but still worth noting imo.

They also have these interactions with the book of Thay, which isn't a main quest but worth mentioning, because they're the only ones who do have a tie to that quest (despite not being wisdom classes).

Now whether it wants us to see it in a shipping light, I don't know! My answer would be probably not, because the game makes the companions very playersexual rather than develop their relationship with each other. You can probably also find ways to pair them otherwise, but to me there's no denying the story is written in a way that pairs the companions up to contrast their stories with each others.

Feel free to add yalls own thoughts on this!