#Sark Tails

[minorixd]

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[xfand0mfr34kx]

i think i like how this design turned out

[kedreeva]

The last photos of Stan Lee, the Cameo peacock.

I like to think he had a decent last day. We tube fed him early this morning so he would not feel hungry or thirsty despite that he could no longer find food or water. He spent the rest of the day loafing in the sunlight, surrounded by hens that liked him a great deal because he was always super gentle and sweet to his ladies. He always loved babies, and Aurora's 2023 kids were no exception, and I caught both of them cuddled up to Stan at one point as well. Even though he couldn't see them, I hope he knew he was not alone. I hope that they feel they got to say their goodbyes- I haven't heard anyone calling for him, so that's a good sign.

As the sun began to set, I came out to get him, and he was by himself for the first time, sleeping along the wall in the sun. He didn't fuss when I picked him up, and rode quietly in the car to the vet. He laid quietly in my lap in the waiting room, and I watched a rainbow crawl across his wing and back while we waited. As he fell asleep from the initial sedation, some of the vet staff that had seen him often the last 7 years for his many issues came to say goodbye quietly. They let me stay with him through the Final Sleep, as well, and he went just as quickly and quietly. Perhaps he thought it was time as well.

I am going to miss him like crazy. I never wanted a cameo bird, partly because I know they are prone to carrying health issues and blindness in particular, but he wobbled his way right into my heart once he was in my hands.

I set aside his final train of feathers, along with a good deal of his saddle and some of his neck feathers, as keepsakes. One primary from each wing, some of his actual tail feathers. I will make myself a feather vase from it when I am up to it.

Sark helped me to bury Stan's body beneath the weeping willow sapling we planted last summer. It's near the coops, rather than in the death orchard, as he never particularly liked sleeping near other birds at night, only by day.

It has not been an easy two days, but I know once I have some distance, his memory will certainly be a blessing for me, and for everyone whose lives he touched along the way. His train was always full of hearts from all the love.

[princessbrunette]

easter at the chateau was pretty non existent. atleast until bunny!reader came along.

they’d heard you before they saw you, the sweetest thing clad in white — bunny ears flopping atop your head and basket rumbling in your hand as you run across the dry grass, attracting attention of the two males on the porch.

“happy easter!” you squeal, diving into jj’s arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“jesus girlie, you got a rocket up your ass or what?” he pats your butt, his own smile unable to be hidden, always happy to see you. you jump down, straightening out your skirt.

“hi sweetheart.” john b seems less alarmed, arms crossed as he leans against the front door hinge. “uh, what’chu got there?”

“your first clue!” you pant, still out of breath from your eccentric entrance. you reach into the otherwise nearly empty basket, merely there for appearances and pull out a neatly folded pastel pink card, handing it to john b.

“clue?” he frowns, opening it up as jj wanders curiously over to his side.

“you guys are always chasing treasure so i decided to make you guys a little easter hunt!” you grin, eyes glimmering hopefully at the two. jj points his finger at you.

“now that? that is adorable. can this little hunt maybe like, wait until i’ve had some breakfast? or—”

“you have to do it now!” your voice cracks, looking devastated at his lack of enthusiasm.

“—you know what now is the perfect time for a hunt, actually so— that’s perfect, yeah—”

john b is smiling down at the card, reading the rhyming clue you’d scrawled in pretty little curlicue. it was terribly easy, but incredibly sweet. the brunette touches his chest with a genuine smile, looking back up at you.

“healing my inner child right now, y’know that?”

his blonde best friend snatches the card, adjusting his pants with the other hand as he reads over it. “when’d you have time to hide all these clues around anyway?”

“last night! when you guys were sleeping.” comes your simple smile, fiddling with the lace trim of your mini skirt. they look at you, and then eachother before shrugging.

“yeah, checks out.”

you follow them around, giggling on their tails as they pretend to struggle with your clues. when they arrive at the last card, you scramble away— waiting for them in the bedroom where the hunt ends, shedding your clothes to reveal a frilly white lingerie set, and presenting a carrot cake you’d baked just for them.

when they bust in casually, you’re stood with a grin — stopping them in their tracks. john b’s eyebrows jump up as his gaze rakes over you and jj is quick to fix his cap, licking his lips. “woah—”

“tada! s’me! i’m the prize!” you can barely contain your excitement. small kitten heels with the fluffy ball at the toe tip tapping against the wooden floors. john b is the first to break into a grin, closing in on you.

“you know, i had my suspicions that might be the case, but i didn’t wanna presume…” his voice is warm and deep and you’re already biting your glossy lip, gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars as he strokes the skin around your waist.

“wow, really guys? on such a holy day?” jj sarks with faux disapproval as if he isn’t actively working his belt off his shorts. you thump your foot lightly.

“guys! you have to try the carrot cake first. worked hard on it.” you’re pouting, fluttering spiky black lashes up at your boyfriends as the darker haired of the two twiddles with the white fluffy bunny ears you’d secured to the top of your head.

“yeah screw that.” jj scoffs. you furrow your eyebrows, john b shooting him a look. “oh you know i love your baking babydoll but right now i got my mind on eatin’ one thing and one thing only.” he approaches with a charming smile, dropping a kiss to your lips as john b works your panties down your legs.

“pussy?” the brunette tilts his head.

“yep, pussy. definitely pussy.”

[scotianostra]

On 22nd November 1869 the clipper “Cutty Sark” was launched at Dumbarton on the River Clyde.

Built on the River Leven that flows out of Loch Lomond and joins the Clyde at Dumbarton at a cost of £16,150. Many people will tell you it was a Clyde built ship, but that’s not entirely true

The Cutty Sark was commissioned by John Willis, a Scots born businessman, in the late 1860s. Scott and Linton were contracted to build the Cutty Sark for a price of £17 per ton, a very low price even in those days.

1869 Scott and Linton were bankrupted due to the low contract price but not before they had completed and launched the hull and named it Cutty Sark.

The hull was towed across the river Leven to William Denny and Brothers on the Clyde for fitting out; she was rigged ready to sail in only 12 weeks. Cutty Sark set sail from London on her maiden voyage to Shanghai on the 16th February 1870 under the command of Captain George Moodie.

It had a dedicated service to the tea and wool trades, until being sold to a Portuguese cargo company in 1895, whereupon it was renamed the Ferreira.

These extremely fast clippers were able to cover long distances without the need of getting to port to reload coal. However, the opening of the Suez Canal in 1869 shortened trade routes and made them lose their advantage over steam ships.

The ship’s name comes from Nannie, the witch in the Robert Burns poem Tam O’Shanter, who was dressed in only a “cutty sark” – an old Scottish term for a short nightie. The ship's figurehead, the original of which has been attributed to carver Fredrick Hellyer of Blackwall, is a stark white carving of a bare-breasted Nannie Dee with long hair holding a grey horse's tail in her han

In 1922, retired captain Wilfred Dowman bought the clipper for his personal use before, in 1938, his widow donated it to the training academy at Greenhithe, Kent to be used as a school ship by young cadets. At Greenhithe Cutty Sark acted as an auxiliary vessel to HMS Worcester for sail training drill, but by 1950 she had become surplus to requirements.

In 1953 Cutty Sark was given to the Cutty Sark Preservation Society and in 1954 she was moved to a custom-built dry dock at Greenwich. Cutty Sark was preserved as a museum ship, and has since become a popular tourist attraction.

In 2007 a devastating fire broke out aboard the Cutty Sark, and it appeared that the ship might be completely destroyed. Thankfully total disaster was avoided, but the subsequent restoration lasted until 2012. On 19th October 2014 she was damaged in a smaller fire.

Cutty Sark whisky derives its name from the ship. An image of the clipper appears on the label, and the maker formerly sponsored the Cutty Sark Tall Ships Race. The ship also inspired the name of the Saunders Roe Cutty Sark flying boat.

[oddclan-askblog]

Ocean Expedition

Raaf regarded his peer in horror,"You said we were only gonna fish a little."

"We are, we are,"Huemmo gave him a shy smile as he tossed a massive bait bag overboard,"uh we're gonna fish for wale anyway."

"The pack is moving in."Klem stood at the front of the boat, spear in tallon, eyeing a dark set of fins in the distance. They spliced through the churning water with alarming speed headed strait for the boat.

Raaf scrambled for the rope tethering them to certain death. He pulled to no avail, the bait bag was as heavy as he was. Raaf turned to the drone furious,"You told me you found a sardine shawl we could hunt! We're not prepared for large game, Vitur will be furious with me when we get back!"

Huemmo gently nudged him aside and shrugged,"Look it was only a little white lie to get your dad off my back." The drone handed Raaf a bronze trident and a brown robe,"Klem and I have done this a dozen times, it's fun you'll see."

Taking the spear in one talon and throwing the coarse fabric over himself with the other Raaf still felt cold. The cloak did little to take the edge off of the brisk morning air as the sun broke the horizon.

"Get ready." Klemok joined the two of them on the starboard side. He also had a trident though its blade was iron and its oak handle ornately decorated...with sark scales.

Raaf fussed arround with his feathers trying to take his mind off of Huemmo,"Why do drones have to be so frustrating?" He grumbled to himself.

"Being headstrong is good most of the time." Klemok chimed making his older brother jump,"Huem says determination is part of what makes him attractive, perdorming acts of strength show off his bravado and leadership potential...or something like that."

"Huh. Doesnt seem very attractive, Asi and Vitur are both determined but their not reckless about it." Raaf fiddled absentmindedly with his hoop earring,"Vitur is too cautious if anything and Asi doesnt do much besides cook I dont think."

"Ya but their old though, they couldnt wrestle a baby Elum if they wanted."

"Youd be surprised. How many sark have you killed? You both hunt big fish often?" Raaf tapped at the scale, its sharp edge bit into his finger and he yelped.

"Careful, they're sharp."

"No kidding," it was a mild scratch but annoying all the same.

"I've only nabbed the three I got these scales from." The younger mud puffed up with pride," The first one was hard but the other two were pretty easy. This'll be my first time taking on a wale, Huemmo thinks me ready for it." He shrugged.

"I hope you are cause I'm not." Raaf's feathers stood on end as he realized the wales were nearly on top of them. Huemo stepped on the spool of roap and locked both of his massive paws arround the bait line. A shadow slithered from the depths towards the boat. Pink stained fangs long as a mudokon forearm broke the surface entrapping the fishnet. Huemmo lurched forward catching himself against the rim of their boat as he strained to keep the line.

Klem struck first, aiming over the ravinouse fangs, Raaf thought he missed. Until the fish spat the meat out and lurched backwards in pain. It's giant bulbous eye struck through by the iron blade. He took aim to finish the thrashing beast off and released his spear.

Black and white blubber smacked the side of their boat as the wale shoved them away with its tail. Raaf and Klem fell backwards as they were sent spinning away from the pack. Several minutes passed before the vessel steadied out. Raaf pulled himself up into a sitting position and peered unsteadily over the rim. Two Kill'r Wale's were floating lifeless among the still waters, abandoned by their pack. His blade pierced the eye of a small pup, Raaf swore under his breath, it was too young to die. He felt numb as Klemek's cries shattered the stillness of the moment. The bait and line were long gone in the ruddy water. Huemmo nowhere to be found, they had lost their drone.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Zerark's Story

(Zerark is my retake of the ever-infamous Sark with a different name and an entirely different story.)

During Zerark's recruitment into the Quill Society's ranks, EV!Sonic was getting a background check on him to get things started.

EV!Sonic: So, how did you come to be, anyway?

Zerark: Honestly, it's not really easy to explain.

EV!Sonic: It's okay, dude. Please take your time. I'm not in a hurry.

Zerark: Ah, okay. Here goes, then. Ahem.

"When I started out, I awoke in what I now know as Green Hill Zone, having no sense of direction other than a lingering word in my head; "DESTROY". And when I saw the first Badniks, I assumed that was what the voices in my head wanted me to do. So I trashed several Badniks, and that got the attention of Dr. Robotnik who was invading the island at the time. I assumed my chosen purpose was to stop this egg-shaped man from taking over the island, and once I drove him out... I realised I still needed answers as to my situation.

After leaving South Island behind, I decided to take off to the adjacent West Side Island, where I smashed some Badniks, including a couple that were trying to attack who I'd later know as Tails. I just expected things to finish like that, but... he was intrigued by the deeds I had done and started following me.

I was a bit confused, but we decided to have a talk once we arrived by the ancient ruins of the island. After seeing that I didn't know who I was before now, Tails was eager to help. But right as I agreed to his assistance, my head hurt, and the voices in my head now said... "KILL". After a few seconds, bloodlust took over me, and I set the surrounding forest alight before going after Tails. Of course, I inevitably failed, tripping up and falling into the water... water I wanted so bad to keep away from after wandering through South Island's caves.

I thought my fate was sealed then and there, but Tails came back for me and saved my life, despite me trying to kill him mere moments ago. He assumed I was under a lot of stress, and felt that the Chaos Emeralds found on Angel Island could provide me some answers. Considering it was a floating island, I felt we couldn't just fly up there, though Tails was able to build a working plane for us to get there. As it happened, Robotnik was there too, building the Death Egg on its surface.

During our run, we entered the island's Emerald Palace, where Knuckles, the island's guardian, was waiting. He assumed that, because of my looks, that I was trying to steal the Master Emerald at the shrine behind him. I couldn't talk him down, and we wound up in a fight against each other. It was after I was punched into one of the marble pillars that I got a good look at myself... and what I saw, what I looked like from then on, horrified me, leaving me vulnerable to getting pummelled.

Thankfully, Tails was there to break up the fight between us, and just in time, as Robotnik had shown up to steal the Master Emerald behind Knuckles's back. He tried to get it back, but got zapped by the doctor's machine. Ultimately, it fell down to me and Tails to chase the doctor through the skies and personally stop him from launching the space station.

We managed to catch up to Robotnik at the space station, where I tried to enquire about who I was."

Zerark: Doctor, what's even going on with me? Who am I even meant to be? Please tell me! Robotnik: Trying to enquire about some past, are you? Well, I'll tell you this, rodent: you have no past! Zerark: W-What? Robotnik: That's right! You're merely a defective machine of my making that went rogue. Seems like I need to put you in your place, hedgehog! Tails: Don't listen to him! He's just trying to mess with you. We need to stop him!

"So that's what we tried to do, though he managed to launch the Death Egg remotely. With what he said to me before, I pursued Robotnik with genuine anger, cutting through his two flying fortresses and going after him, genuinely wanting him dead for his seeming desire to make me kill innocent people.

I saw he panicked, though I didn't care at the time. He got away, though, thanks to him dispatching a metallic doppelganger of myself to halt me. He must've built it after I first stopped the doctor. However, once I did trash the robot, the space station exploded, causing me to careen well away from Angel Island's proximity. I noticed the Master Emerald managed to get flung to where the island was, though.

I ended up crash-landing on a small planetoid orbiting my world, and when I awoke, I was stuck in an unfamiliar area. At that point, I just... gave in. I must've sobbed a lot in a whole hour, considering everything that happened and my thought that I was nothing but a monster who needed to stay away from those I just met. Though things were soon to start changing for me, and not for the worse.

As it happened, Amy and Cream had come on a vacation to the Little Planet, and having noticed me all upset, immediately came to my aid to check that I was alright. I openly vented to both of them about what I was going through, and with little hesitation, Amy hugged me to give me the comfort I really needed. I was shocked, not thinking anybody would even do such a thing for me.

It wasn't long after that Tails and Knuckles got wind of where I was and managed to catch up with me. After having seen me take out the Death Egg on my own, he was... actually okay with burying the hatchet and seeing that I wasn't a real threat. After things were sorted out, we decided to have a tour around the planetoid and see its sights. Camping in Palmtree Panic, sightseeing at Stardust Speedway, going spelunking in Quartz Quadrant… It was a lot of fun!

I got to know my newfound friends more during that time, and I was beginning to develop some feelings for Amy in that space of time. It wasn't too long after that I met Sally Nettle, who was also investigating the planet after a foreign signal was detected heading to the abandoned factory close to Stardust Speedway. I decided to head in there with her to figure out what was going on, and boy, was I saddened to see all the Badniks were breaking down and barely functional...

Once me and Sally got far enough, we discovered a being resembling me, but clearly less benevolent than me. He called himself "X", short for "Retro X". He claimed he was there to deal with things himself, and I knew if that meant killing those I just befriended, I wasn't going to let him get away with that. As he was, neither me nor Sally stood long against him, but when he was about to finish us off, my friends showed up to help us out."

Tails: Enough! If you wanna hurt our friend, you're gonna have to go through us! Zerark: Why do you look like me? Give me my answer! Robotnik: Watch yourself, hedgehog. This guy is dangerous! Retro X: You really want to know the truth so badly? Here it is - I made you, Zerark. You were created to serve my will, yet you somehow defied my orders. Well, your future is already decided, my creation. Join me in destroying this world, as you were made to do! Sally: He'll never serve you! Right, "Zerark"? Zerark: ...So that's what my name is, huh? I see. Cream: Stay away from Mr. Zerark, you bad person! Cheese: Chao chao! Amy: Yeah! You do not influence Zerark's future! Retro X: Silence, you vermin! You can't tell him what to do. Zerark: For once, X, you're right. Sally: Huh? Zerark: I have the right to choose. ...And I choose to live the life I want to live! Knuckles: Now that's what I'm talking about! Tails: Let's get him! Retro X: Seems like your so-called "friends" have convinced you with that absurdity. Therefore, I have no choice but to destroy you too, Zerark!

"And so we all took onwards and fought Retro X together, allowing me to unshackle myself from my past. I didn't care that he called me a traitor after we managed to pummel him. I already chose my own future beforehand. And to make up for what he said to mess with me, Robotnik was the one that took care of banishing Retro X out of our dimension for good.

After all that happened, I managed to find my true purpose; to keep my world safe from any evils that tried to conquer or destroy it, including Robotnik himself. I got together with Amy and Sally, met the Freedom Fighters, and got into quite a few adventures before you came to my world, Sonic."

EV!Sonic: That all you wanted to mention?

Zerark: Yeah.

Tekno: And done! All the information's been logged!

Zerark: Heh, wow! You guys really do get all this down quite fast.

EV!Sonic: Well, that's the thing we got going! Make sure applications are speedy as possible, and ensure any hero with ties to me is open to get a place in the Quill Society!

Zer!Amy: So, how long should the remaining process take?

Tekno: Just a couple of days at most to file in the remaining paperwork and deciding what missions you're clear to join us on.

Zerark: Heh, excellent! So there's nothing else I have to do right now?

EV!Sonic: Nah, no need. Training will be provided to you on your first day working here.

Zerark: Glad to hear it!

Zer!Amy went to give Zerark a hug, causing him to blush.

Zer!Amy: Hehe! Look how far you've come, Zery!

Zerark: Heh, thanks, Amy!

EV!Sonic: Aww, how sweet! Heh, well, I'll let you two head back home now. We'll handle the rest from here!

Zerark: Okay, then! Catch you later, Sonic and Tekno!

Tekno: You too!

Zer!Amy: Bye!

The pair headed off to their dimension (ZER-2024) as the info surrounding Zerark was filed into the candidacy list.

Tekno: So while that's being uploaded, do we know much about this Retro X figure?

EV!Sonic: Outside of what Zerark told us, I'm not sure. It'd be best to do a scan of him to ensure he can't pose too much danger. Who knows what else he's gone and created to fuel his plans?

Trivia

As Zerark's the one who assisted EV!Sonic in helping out Rosy and resetting the original NU, the mockups in that post will be tweaked accordingly later to have his most up-to-date design.

The alterations in lore are to further distance Zerark from the NU and make him his own entity.

Retro X is the same entity that had created Blank EX (from my separate Fill in the Blanks collab project), though in their case, how much they deviate away from their creator's desires is down to you guys.

Sally's design in Zerark's universe is a mix of her early Archie colours (with her yellow hair from a little later), so it's understandable if you don't recognise her as such.

Zerark dislikes the very concept of paedophiles and rapists. In fact, the first he heard of it, he literally threw up on the spot.

[legend-collection]

Cutty-Sark

Cutty-sark (18th century Scots for a short chemise or undergarment) is a nickname given to Nannie, a fictional witch created by Robert Burns in his 1791 poem Tam o' Shanter, after the garment she wore. In the poem, the erotic sight of her dancing in such a short clothing caused the protagonist Tam to cry out "Weel done, Cutty-sark", which subsequently became a well-known catchphrase.

She gave her name to the tea clipper Cutty Sark, which featured her figurehead at the bow. A brand of Scotch whisky is in turn named for the ship.

In Burns' poem Tam o' Shanter (first published in 1791), the drunken Tam, riding home on his horse, happens upon a witches' dance. Among the dancing figures is a particularly beautiful young witch named Nannie (Scots pet-form of Anna), "ae winsome wench and wawlie" (line 164). She is wearing a harn (linen) sark (nightshirt) which fitted her as a child (a "lassie") but is now rather too short for her:

Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah! little kend thy reverend grannie That sark she coft for her wee Nannie Wi' twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches) Wad ever graced a dance of witches! (lines 171ff)

(lassie, "girl"; vauntie, "joyous, boasting"; kend, "knew"; coft, "bought"; twa, "two".)

Tam is so enthralled by the erotic spectacle that he cannot contain himself and yells out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" (line 189). The witches are now alerted to his presence and pursue him. Tam heads for the River Doon, because, according to folklore, witches cannot cross running water. He makes it across the bridge to safety, but not before Nannie, the "Cutty-sark", has torn the tail from his horse. The poem ends ironically, with a mock warning to all men of the devilish consequences of thinking about scantily-clad females.

The popularity of this poem was such that the phrase, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!", entered the English language via Scots as an exclamation similar to "Bravo!"

Literary allusions to the original Cutty-sark abound. For example, in Ulysses, James Joyce writes, "Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the air on broom sticks"

[voidcxltist]

—; ; 🌿 STICK OC ! ; ;—

Disclaimer: THE HISTORY OF THIS OC MIGHT BE TRIGGERING AND REALLY HARD FOR SOME PEOPLE, AND HE’S NOT RELATED TO AVM OR AVA BY THE MOMENT, ONLY TO MINECRAFT WORLD

Have you ever thought on; “What would be the most traumatized oc of Mysti / Berry?” This oc is the mos traumatized yet, having some that are really hardcore. So you’ve been warned:

Himawari is the oc which has been through really a lot, having only 15 - 16 years old, he has gone througth [disclaimer, a lot and kinda triggering]

For starting, since he’s a dragon, he only comes out at night because the vast majority of the dragons who lived in the town were murdered, he had to fight to save his younger brother [The lil brother and his mother died 😭], His father left when he found out that he would have another son, he is afraid of anything for a too serious trauma [ A bunch of idiots harassed him on a lush cave and now he’s afraid to sarkness, to be alone, to blood and abuse], sometimes he pulls the feathers from his wings as "punishment for their stupidity", but as they grow so fast it is a hellish martyrdom, they almost cut his tail, he has a serious panic to people, he does not know how to socialize, he has an obsessive compulsive disorder for hurting himself on parts he shouldn’t do like his thighs and legs, he tried to commit suicide, when he was very young he was abused by his best friend [which he does not remember because he was very small], he has a severe panic to the crowds, he wears loose clothes to cover fire scars and cut scars, the horn that it’s broken when he is stressed too much drips a green liquid that causes him too much pain if it falls on his legs, severe anxiety crisis if someone touches him without permission, and his tail was almost cropped down

But not all is bad, since he’s descendant of a dragon scented sensation-name, Himawari, which in Japanese means “Solar flower”, a warm and cozy sensation and a smell of flowers are produced when someone says it, he’s immune to anything but the scars will keep, since he’s a dragon he can’t die, the eternal deleting [the thing that could erase a world to the ens] is worthless against him because he’s immune to this, and he’s really heart warned <3

[sh1ft3dsoul]

[currently a WIP, sorry!! i've been a bit busy lately "^^]

Hello, random user on the internet!

so I made a blog for my kins (and copinglinks) cuz I wanted to be a little silly as them, but it would be too much of a hassle to make individual blogs for all of them.

I haven't fully thought out what I'd want to be called on here yet, but you can call me Sark or any of my other kins in my currently active shift.

Multi-fandom (Sonic.exe related stuff rn), mostly rambles and shitposts probably, but I might post art if I have time. The askbox is open so you can ask questions about well, anything really ^v^

doubles are free to interact btw!! I get nervous with social interaction easily, but I'd really like to get to know more people (pls dont assume i hate you just cuz im not responding, im either busy or just dying from anxiety 💀👍)

(please note that this is not a system, I just have very strong attatchment to my kins)

List of kins bellow and their sign-offs for convenience. Active kins are marked with 📌 (note that this may change at any time, as I can kinshift erratically).

-☆-×-☆-

Sark (he/they)📌 - ❌ (hes always here I need to sedate him /hj)

Satanos (he/they/xem)📌 - 💿

Sonic.exe/X (he/they)📌 - 💥

Sink (he/they) - ⛓

Tails Doll, aka T.D. (he/it)📌 - ✂️

Eclipse (he/him) - 🌙

EXE (he/him)📌 - 🌑

Flippy (he/him) - ☁️

Painter/p.AI.nter (he/they) - 🖼

Tails (he/him) - 🔧

Kit (they/he/she) - 🌊

Pico (he/they) - ⚠️

Sonikku/Niku (they/them)📌 - 🌌

End (he/him i think?) - 🖤

this blog may contain disturbing imagery, gore, and mildly suggestive stuff, so keep that in mind and block tags if needed.

more info [TBA]

[nightmxre-univxrse]

Anon - “Another soul to play with.”

Rp thread - “Let’s begin.”

??? - “A choice to be made.”

Exetior - “Why are you here?”

Tails - “Don’t boss me around!”

Knuckles - “Stay calm.”

Eggman - “Robots are the future.”

Metal - “At their service.”

Amy - “We can do this!”

Sally - “Always together!”

Cream - “Don’t be afraid!”

Sark - “I just demand full submission.”

Rosy - “I will be good..!”

Aly - “For my love.”

Pearl - “They must perish!”

Pervision - “A new test subject..”

Amelia - “

Jina - “

Boddys - “

Brally - “

Negagen - “Their happiness matter.”

Limely - “

Merely - “

Chaos Hunter - “

Keith - “

Cherry - “

[xfand0mfr34kx]

some exe centered multiverse AU doodles

[kedreeva]

Every time she hears me coming she loses her mind with excitement over it and starts bolting around like a little velociraptor and throwing herself from perch to perch. I'm never close enough to catch the whole event, but I caught the tail end of it yesterday.

She's in a solo pen right now because of the HPAI report in the county my farm borders, which means everyone is cooped up. She can't be in a small space with the other birds (she's got friends, like she loves bismuth and he's so sweet to her, but she's also a wuss or a bully to at least one bird in every pen), so she gets her old pen, BUT she still does this even when she's out with all the other birds, and doesn't do this when Sark visits even though she likes him too. She's just thrilled to see me, and I love her.

[virgorisingmusic]

cosmic mush

It’s 9:57 on a Friday night and I'm sitting in bed eating the Tim Hortons chilli that I accidentally exploded in the microwave a few moments ago. 

Every bite is flavoured with a dash of the grapefruit ChapStick® I put on earlier. The peppery ground beef and slimy little mushrooms are accompanied by small bits of hair that are falling off my nose from when I cut my hair on my bedroom floor - also a few moments ago (I followed this tutorial).

This is womanhood! My barely-there shag makes me feel so much prettier while I sit in my boudoir eating chilli. To make it even better: I have a SARK book to my left, Bridget Jones’s Diary to my right, and I taped 4-5 grey hairs into my diary yesterday night. 

Here’s what I journaled on May 1 at nearly midnight:

I’m feeling more deeply lately and forgiving myself for skimming quotes and judging the timbre of voices 

…. 

I’m reading quotes and listening to music and catching myself doing cute 20-year-old girl things like attending acting class and spending the weekend in a big city and drinking wine with a cold and scrapbooking and loving my show with the main character i think about kissing sometimes and the music that makes me feel like i’m in the pictures i see online and i think about my teeth grinding and job searching and hair plucking and coffee breath

I’m feeling my crushes and excitement to see my favourite band in the summer with my friends

Dancing with the top of my body and returning to the university website

…..  

I also wrote this list in May to make my life sound better than how it feels

I’m in a band with my best friends

The quilt in my room 

My polka-dot housecoat my mom gifted me

Having coffee with my mom every morning

Quitting every job is kinda funny

My room is so bright and it smells like cold spring right now

Levi’s is my best friend and sunbathes in my room and we nap together

Sometimes I dance in my room

Putting my laundry away just now with my window open and the sun shining on Levi’s in the perfect Levi’s-shaped beam as he rolls around and attacks his tail on the carpet Lauren and Jenna bought me at a garage sale for $15 after I told them I wanted a carpet like the one in our band room. (wow)

My genuine love for the ballerina-mouse concept and that my parents got me a ballerina mouse stuffy for Christmas

Drinking coffee out of my Princess Diana cup 

The parties I have with my friends

Movie nights with Lauren and Jenna

I often forget that I’m cute and living a cute life with my adorable friends. I’m not any less cute eating slimy mushrooms and hair bits in bed - and my life isn’t any less adorable despite the wicked grey cast that covers it. Writing about and observing the little details in my life, like I’m creating a character, makes my life seem less attached to The Dreadful Me - if that makes any sense. 

…..

Here's a simple quote I read recently that I loved:

“In our journals we are in search of the real self - of what really moves us, what we really think, what we really feel.” Elizabeth O’Connor

I’m scared about how other people (employers, men I’m dating and have dated, women I envy, and even my own friends) see me and the life I live. I have this idea of the woman I think I should be, and it has left me with little-to-no concept of self. There’s a little universe that floats around in my brain where all my cosmic intuitions, déja vus, coincidences, and meant-to-bes reside. I think somewhere in that very real celestial brain mush, lies the doomed fate of every relationship and opportunity I have while I’m acting out of character. I think behaving in a way that isn’t authentic to myself, attracts people and things that aren’t meant for me - because I’m not being me. I truly believe that as long as I'm trying to be a different person, nothing is going to work out for me. 

I’m not working at the restaurant I worked at for three days last summer because I wasn’t honest about the type of job I wanted and needed. I am not taking anthropology in school like I had planned to last fall because I can’t actually maintain an interest in that topic. Though it IS interesting, I truly didn’t want to spend 3-4 years in school learning about Denisovan caves and chimpanzee bones. I just wanted to feel smarter by learning about a complex topic that I could barely even understand.

I realized I didn’t want to do those two things right after my first relationship ended on the way home from my third day at my new restaurant job, and I know why it happened! I wasn’t honest about how I felt in that relationship, how I felt about that person, and how I felt about who I was in that relationship. I started to journal a lot after that, and it has been a huge help in figuring out what I like and how I think + what inspires me to write. Even just thinking about that situation now, I think it is so cute and such a 20-year-old girl thing to happen to a 20-year-old girl. It’s interesting how things can feel meant for you, but they are actually only just meant for you at that moment. 

Bless that experience. Bless that breakup and the breakup after that one. Bless this chilli. Bless my womanhood.

I’m going to journal my way through my 20s, and as I slowly enter 22, I can only hope I’ll have an abundance of truthful love and doors 2 open! 

[scotianostra]

On 22nd November 1869 the clipper "Cutty Sark" was launched at Dumbarton on the River Clyde.

Cutty Sark was built for a firm of ship owners called Willis & Sons, headed by John ‘Jock’ Willis, whose ambition was that she be the fastest ship in the annual race to bring home the first of the new season’s tea from China.

She was designed by Hercules Linton, a partner in the Dumbarton firm of Scott & Linton. It is believed that he moulded the bowlines of Willis’s earlier vessel Tweed into the midship attributes of Firth of Forth fishing boats, creating a beautiful new hull shape that was stronger, could take more sail, and be driven harder than any other.

The company had never built a ship of this size before and ran into financial difficulties, eventually going bankrupt before she was completed. The final details of the fitting out had to be completed by William Denny & Brothers, Scott & Linton’s landlords and the guarantors for the completion of the work on the original contract.

Cutty Sark was towed to Greenock for final work on her masts and rigging. She was then taken to London to load her first cargo for China in 1870.

The ship was named after Cutty-sark, the nickname of the witch Nannie Dee in Robert Burns's 1791 poem Tam o' Shanter. The ship's figurehead, the original of which has been attributed to carver Fredrick Hellyer of Blackwall, is a stark white carving of a bare-breasted Nannie Dee with long black hair holding a grey horse's tail in her hand. In the poem she wore a linen sark that she had been given as a child, which explains why it was cutty, or in other words far too short. The erotic sight of her dancing in such a short undergarment caused Tam to cry out "Weel done, Cutty-sark", which subsequently became a well known catchphrase. Originally, carvings by Hellyer of the other scantily clad witches followed behind the figurehead along the bow, but these were removed by Willis in deference to 'good taste'. Tam o' Shanter riding Meg was to be seen along the ship's quarter. The motto, Where there's a Willis away, was inscribed along the taffrail. The Tweed, which acted as a model for much of the ship which followed her, had a figurehead depicting Tam o' Shanter.

Unfortunately for Willis, the launch of the Cutty Sark coincided with the opening of the Suez Canal and the growing popularity of steamships. Steam-driven ships could pass through the canal, whereas clipper ships like the Cutty Sark could not. That meant that steam, ships could cut thousands of miles off the trip to China to collect tea. The Cutty Sark, though one of the fastest clipper ships ever built, was outmoded almost before it sailed.

While the Cutty Sark's career in the tea trade was less than a success, her next career in the Australian wool trade was where she truly shone. From 1883-95 the ship made the Australian run, bringing wool exports back to London.

The Cutty Sark consistently outsailed her competitors, and she dominated the wool trade for over a decade, earning a reputation for exceptional speed on the 2-month voyage. She famously once overtook and passed the steamship Britannia, travelling at a rate of 17 knots.

But once more the steamship spoiled the Cutty Sark's career, and once the steam vessels made the Australian wool trade their own, the Cutty Sark was sold to a Portuguese company. From 1895-1922 the ship (renamed Ferreira) was a tramp vessel, carrying cargo between Portugal and the far-flung corners of the Portuguese Empire.

In 1922 the Ferreira put into Falmouth to repair damage suffered in a gale. A retired sea captain named Wilfred Dowman saw the ship and determined to buy her. Dowman restored the Cutty Sark to approximately how she had appeared during her days as a tea clipper.

The ship was used for naval training until 1951 when it was sent to London for the Festival of Britain. She might well have been scrapped following the festival, but the ship was saved by the National Maritime Museum and put into dry dock at Greenwich in 1954, beside the Old Royal Naval College.

In 2007 a devastating fire broke out aboard the Cutty Sark, and it appeared that the ship might be completely destroyed. Thankfully total disaster was avoided, but the subsequent restoration lasted until 2012.

The Cutty Sark is in permanent dry dock at Greenwich, London as a museum ship, check their web page here https://www.rmg.co.uk/cutty-sark/history

[saints-who-never-existed]

One thing I really enjoyed actually (and always have, to be fair) is seeing folk find out the weird origins of the name Cutty Sark.

It's from a Burns' poem - Tam O'Shanter - about a town drunkard who happens upon and incurs the wrath of a party of witches, demons, and other assorted beasties cavorting in the local church on a dark and stormy night.

It's literally the phrase bold Tam uses to ill-advisedly fuckin' cat-call a particularly comely young witch:

Unable to contain himself, he shouts out "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" essentially translating to "Woo! Hey sexy lady in the short skirt!" 👀

It's the moment that shit absolutely hits the fan for Tam.

No sooner has he said those word than the whole devilish party comes out baying for his blood. He manages to escape but only just, and not before Nannie, the woman he insulted, rips his poor horse's tail clean off at the fuckin' root.

Also, I finally fulfilled my long-time wish of going aboard the Cutty Sark today!

It was everything I dreamed it would be! I dreamed it would be cool as fuck and it was!