#Tuff seed

[wriothesleybear]

Wriothesley's favorite sex positions

~warnings: mentions of multiple different types of sex positions, cum, squirting, g-spot, pussy, cock, a bit of spanking and hair pulling w/consent, slight possessiveness, fem!reader, MDNI!

Missionary: of course! it's the most intimate position with his partner where he gets to hold them close, looking deeply in their eyes, and having full access to kiss them as they cum on his cock. when he wants to reach deeper, he changes the position to the G-Whiz by putting both of your legs over his shoulders, giving him better access to hit your g-spot with his cock over and over. it usually ends in him pushing your legs to your chest as his pace quickens, your pussy tightening around his cock as you both moan. if your legs are too tired/sore to stay in that position for long, he wouldn't mind the Valedictorian position. it's especially nice for you because he rubs his pelvis against your clit in circles, side to side, up and down, however you like.

Doggy style: he loves seeing your ass jiggle against his pelvis as he pounds into you. he also loves how he's able to watch as his cock slides in and out of your pussy, noticing your juices coating his cock. sometimes, if he's feeling a bit rough and you give him permission, he'll pull your hair, pulling your back against his chest as he wraps an arm around your waist and the other around your throat, his speed increasing, causing you to scream from the pleasure. it sometimes turns into the leap frog if your hands get too tired to hold yourself up. just rest your pretty little head on the pillow as he continues to penetrate you deeper with your ass up in the air like that. he holds onto your hips, keeping you in place as his cock hits all of your soft spots on your walls, his balls slapping against your clit. the sensations becoming too much as you squirt on his cock and he fills your pussy up with his seed.

Cowgirl: sometimes he's just too tired from work and you don't mind pampering him and taking the reigns as you ride him. the view of you riding his cock at a slow pace, bouncing up and down, tits jiggling as you move, just turns him on more. eventually, he'll get a sudden burst of energy and it'll turn into the Cowgirl helper. he'll reposition himself against the bed, bending his knees, getting a better hold on your hips, and just thrusting up into you, trying to meet your thrusts. the expressions of pleasure you make as you get closer to the edge gets him closer as well. he would also like Reverse cowgirl because similar to doggy style, he gets front row seats to watch as your pussy swallows his cock and seeing you move your ass up and down his cock is a pretty damn nice view too.

Face sitting: omg just sit on his face please! if you haven't learned anything from my Pussydrunk!Wriothesley fic, this man loves eating pussy and you sitting on his face is his favorite position to do it. just ride his face, suffocate him with your pussy and squeeze your thighs around his head, and pull his tuffs of hair as you get drunk off the pleasure. his tongue reaches deep inside you, sucking and nibbling on your clit, his strong hands griping your thighs and ass (maybe some slaps on the ass if he's feeling rough). please don't let this man beg and whine like a dog (unless that's what you're into because he will do it).

Spooning: a good position for you two if you're both tired from a long day. it's another intimate position that usually happens in the morning when you two just wake up, hungry for one another and want to continue to cuddle. he holds you closely as you two enjoy each other's warmth to avoid the morning coldness. his pace is slow as he's still sleepy, he leaves sweet little kisses that lead from your neck to your shoulder as his hands slowly explore your body, making sure to squeeze his favorite places. sometimes you two do the reverse spoon when you want to face one another as you make love, he holds your leg as you have it wrapped around his waist. gazing into each other's eyes, getting lost in deep, slow, passionate kisses as you move together in rhythm between the sheets. the love and passion fills your heart, overwhelming you as you both cum together, whining his name as you shake in his hold. he shushes you, saying "there, there" as he rubs your back, moving your hair out of your face to pepper your face in kisses, leaving one final kiss on your forehead and saying "I love you".

Table top: he uses this one a lot when he fucks you on his desk. the view of you laying so explicitly on the work papers on his desk, lust filled eyes as you beg him to fuck you, how can he deny you. he holds you close by your hips/thighs, thrusting into you as his thighs slap against your ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin echos in the room. your back slides against the desk, your hands move desperately trying to find something to hold onto. he notices this and leans over, telling you to wrap your arms around his neck and to hold onto him tightly. you do as he says, pulling him into a kiss as he pounds you against his desk. the kiss muffles your moans as you cream around his cock, shaking against his body as he holds you close and cums as well.

Flatiron or Snake: i think i've written about this position before with Wrio. he usually uses a pillow to hold your hips up. its a good position for him to grind you against the bed as your clit rubs against the sheets/pillow. the combined stimulation of his cock and the clit grinding brings you over the edge fairly quickly, overstimulating you. ugh but the feel of him squishing you against the bed, his toned chest pushing against your back, rubbing against you, yes please !

Upstanding citizen: one of the other positions you two use when you have a quicky in his office. he holds you up against the wall or door with your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you against it. Your back thumps against the door, a bit embarrassed that others can hear what he's doing to you, but you don't worry about that for long as the pleasure clouds your mind. he also likes it when it's reversed, your chest pressed against the door as he fucks you from behind. if your moans get too loud, he puts a hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear that you have to be quiet or the guards standing outside will hear you. he feels your walls squeeze around him when he says that, making him smirk. "You like the idea of us getting caught, don't you? Having people hear you as I fuck your pussy. Well, I don't mind either. This way, everyone knows who you belong to." his possessiveness shows with this one. he removes his hand from your mouth, letting your moans free for everyone to hear as he makes you cum on his cock over and over.

[yeyinde]

OK but i need to know if price allows his wife to trim his beard …can you please write a drabble on it to feed my price addiction

Oh, absolutely!! I bet it’s easier for him to have someone he trusts cut his hair for him. His beard, though—I imagine he grooms it himself (too many oh, sir, you should cut it this way—), and he prefers a straight razor over a blade. If he really, really trusts you, he'll let you do it for him, but he's been grooming his beard since he was 28, and so. No one does it better than he does. 

His hair, however? He considers it a free cut.

》 WARNINGS: Um. Just some domestic bliss, really. Bantering. Allusions to sexual content, PTSD, and trust issues (not as serious as it sounds; just briefly mentioned). This is basically just gratuitous fluff. This was written with absolutely no discernible characteristics for the Reader—gender-neutral reader 》 WORD COUNT: 1,9k

"Hold still."

"Holdin' as still as I can, love."

His words are thick—little more than a grumble rasped into the collar of his shirt, distorted from the tilt of his head, chin resting on his sternum. 

To someone else, his tone might be misconstrued as waspish; a scathing snap sawed between his clenched teeth, and coloured in a thick paint of impatience. 

But you know him more than most, and the huffiness of his tone only serves to amuse you. 

(Your irascible man.)

Still. 

Your fingers snake through the overgrown locks on the top of his hand until you have a fistful trapped tight between each of your digits, and then you tug just so. A warning. Not enough to hurt him, of course, but enough that it makes him tense—makes him groan. 

His voice loses the surly pinch, and sounds decidedly breathless—a fact that makes you stifle a grin. 

"Gonna start somethin' you can't finish, you bloody minx."

"Gonna cut your skin if you don't stop wriggling around," you volley back. 

He huffs, shoulders slumping down with his sharp exhale. "Just get on with it. Getting stiff sittin' like this."

You ease off the clutch of his hair, but keep the locks between your fingers, eyeing the length, before nodding to yourself, and bringing the scissors close to the tuffs spilling out. 

The snipping sound of the shears cutting through his hair fills your small washroom. His shoulders seem to relax, if only slightly, as you work. 

You cut the locks between your pinky and ring finger shorter than the rest, and wince. 

"You know," you murmur, brows furrowing as you try to gauge whether or not it's passable enough to be overlooked, or if you'll need to cut all of it shorter to match. "You could go to a barber. A professional."

He grunts. You know what he's going to say before he says it, and you wordlessly mimic the words that leave his lips:

"Cheaper this way, ain't it?" He drops his chin when you nudge his head. 

Cutting his hair has become a small tradition between you, one that started a few months into your relationship when he showed up at your door, three hours late to a planned date with a bucket hat on his head, and a package of forget-me-nots in his hand (seeds, he said, because flowers will wilt and die in a day but if you plant them in your garden, they'll regrow forever). His hair was longer than usual, curling just under his chin, and the sight of him—so frazzled and unkempt compared to how put together he normally was—made something inside of you ache.

He'd rushed here as soon as he could, complaining that his flight was delayed, and his barber quit on him, and all the while, your fingers itched with the urge to run them through his overgrown locks, to feel the silken hair against your palm. 

(To grip tight and not let go.)

The words slipped out with very little conscious thought: I can cut it for you. 

He seemed almost caught off-guard, but the obvious discomfort of having his hair tickle the nape of his neck made his acquiescence much easier. 

You discovered that night just how much you liked having his hair in your hands, and he seemed to realise that fucking you against the wall, while you tugged on his freshly cut hair, in lieu of payment was much more preferable than dealing with a barber. 

"No," he grouses. "They're always goin' on 'bout undercuts, and tryin'a get me to shave my chops, and I ain't dealin' with that when I 'ave you." 

"Free labour?" 

"Hardly." He scoffs. "Gonna break my damned back one of these days, you bloody—"

"—hold still, love," the stolen endearment makes him shudder, but he quiets when you rest the flat of the blade over the crest of his ear, cutting the overgrown hair around his sideburns. "That's it. Good boy."

"Keep playing with me, love, and I'll show you who's a good—" 

Another tug. His scorching words taper off into a growl. 

"You don't seem to complain much when you pull me in for another round—ah, ah—" You tug his hair again when he moves, fighting a wide grin. The plastic handles of the scissors slide back until it arches off the back of your hand, thumb brushing the loose hair from behind his ear. "God, you're so stubborn. You want to get cut, don't you?"

"Trust you not to leave me a bloody mess by the end of this." 

With his chin dipped so far down into his collar, his words are honey-thick and robust, and the deep cadence alone makes your toes curl in your slippers. 

"Trust me that much, hmm?" 

Despite the transparent barb, the tease in your slightly breathless tone, he doesn't hesitate. "With my life." 

"Aren't you a charmer?" 

"Almost done? I'll show you how charming I can be—"

"Nearly. Would've finished an hour ago if you'd keep still."

He grumbles again, but the words are swallowed by the snip of the scissors. An impasse blooms in the scant space between your front, and his broad back. Comfortable, like all silences with him have become. Despite your griping, cutting his hair is soothing—intimate in a way you'd never come to expect it to be. 

It might be the explicit trust he places in your hands when you direct him to tilt his chin for you at a mere tap against his jaw, or the crown of his head. Wordlessly following your commands as soon as they're conveyed. 

To anyone else, such a display is commonplace, but you've been through the thick of everything to know that exposing his neck in such a vulnerable way to you, and so soon after a mission, is more meaningful than any declaration of trust could ever be. The innate drive to protect his fragile pieces from harm often leads to him flinching away from the sharp end of the shears, but it diminishes just as quickly as it rears, and he sits, docile and accommodating, for you. Allowing you this minuscule power over him. 

Maybe that's why he refuses to see a barber, opting to let you chop his hair in whichever style you deem attractive instead. Explaining to someone else why he's so tense, why he sometimes can't stifle the small jerk when cold metal kisses the nape of his neck, seems tiresome. The unneeded opening of a barely healed scab. 

It was a battle getting him to open up to you, to let you invade his space, and squeeze through the splinters in his resolve when it became clear that you weren't going anywhere that wasn't with him. 

The thought of it alone warms you. The ache in your joints from holding your hands still, cutting through the thick tufts of hair, feels like a small burden in comparison to what he's shown you with this. 

It's been barely five hours since he touched down at Heathrow. His duffle bag is still packed. His fatigues are still on. He hadn't even showered off the stench of the mission, or scoured the blood and dirt from between his nails, and yet—

You tap his cheek. His head lifts, and then lists to the side. The smooth curve of his neck is exposed. His exterior vein throbs through his sun-kissed skin. 

Affection blossoms in your chest. 

"Missed you." 

The words are barely a whisper, but his eyes peel open, icy blue finding yours as you lean over him, getting the last patch of hair near his temple. 

John says nothing in response, but he doesn't have to. You see it all—feel it. The vein in his neck throbs more intensely as his heart rate picks up, and that alone is more than an echoed sentiment in return. It's enough. 

But still:

His hand lifts with a deliberate slowness until the pads of his fingers kiss your wrist. He burns red-hot—skin just as fiery as his temper—and the warmth of his rough skin bleeds into you when he wraps his full palm over your arm, thumb brushing your flesh in a distinct pattern. 

When you recognise it, you falter. 

It isn't quite Morse code, but it's something he taught you on the eighth date when you asked if the wordless hand signals were accurate in the movie you'd just seen. His hand found yours as he led you out of the theatre, and down the cold, wet streets of Liverpool. 

"No," he snorted, derisively. And then spent the three blocks back to your flat showing you the different commands they used in the SAS, and the ones he taught his men. "If you can, skin on skin is better. Less likely to be seen. We save it for hostage situations. Like this—"

Blisteringly intense cerulean never wavers from yours as he lets you feel the words he rasps over your skin. 

You try not to tremble with the shears pressed too close to his skin, and quietly pull them away. He watches as you place them on the ledge of the vanity, hand never releasing yours. 

You brush the loose hair from his shoulders, trying to hide a smile.

"All done." 

John hums, the noise a crackling ember that fills the hush in the room, and notches between your ribs where it sticks against your thudding heart. 

"What's the verdict?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Loose hair falls from his shoulders when he stands until it dusts across the tile below his feet. He leans over the sink, shaking his head above the basin, before settling, angling his chin as he takes in your shoddy handiwork. 

"Looks good."

You snort. "Sure. I'll have to go over it once you finish showering because someone wouldn't sit still long enough for me to clip around your crown, and—"

He turns to face you, and the playful diatribe is cut off when his warm palms fit against your hips. It's his turn to tug, and he does so with a sharp jerk of his wrists, pulling you taut to his chest. 

His eyes bore down into yours, mirthful blue. "Yes, yes," his eyes roll briefly toward the ceiling, lips curling into a soft smirk. "But someone kept tryin'a clip my ears, and pullin' on my hair."

"Someone, eh?" You volley coyly, reaching up, and curling your fingers into the bristles of hair spilling from his cheeks. 

At your gentle touch, his expression shifts to contemplative. His chin tilts when your nails graze his skin. 

"You like my beard, don't you?" 

Your brow lifts in question. "Yes, you know I do. Why? The boys making fun of you for it?"

"Gaz said I looked like an Edwardian lord—" you snort at the comparison. He pinches your side. "Watch it."

"Is that all?"

"Soap said they're grabable."

"Yeah, they are," you purr, taking in as much as you can in your fists. "Very steerable, too. But why is Soap concerned about that?"

"Said someone could grab 'em. Drag me by 'em, and—"

"Like his mohawk?"

He concedes your point with a flash of teeth. "You don't think I need to trim 'em?"

"And lose my handlebars? No way—"

His darken. "Dirty little thing, aren't you?" 

"For you? Always." 

"Mmm," he tilts his chin down, and presses his mouth to yours, teeth nipping your bottom lip. "Insatiable little minx."

"You love it." 

"You know I do." His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. When you peer up at him, his pelagic gaze turns turbid with desire. "Now, about your payment…"

[dallasgallant]

Halloween headcanons

Talked about 1960s Halloween [Here] and think I may do it for future holidays as they pop up! But I also thought I’d do some actual headcanons, maybe drawings if I think of some later on

Dallas, Two-bit, Steve and Soda all really like the ‘trick’ part of the night, sometimes they can rope Johnny or the others into it. Pony’s got a weak throwing arm though… (egging, toilet paper, the works.)

For when they trick or treated going over to the west/south side of town would be the equivalent of a “King sized” neighborhood (this was before there were too many mini bars of candy, it was practically all full size and homemade treats)

Johnny loves popcorn balls the best. You hear a sickening crunch… it’s not a spooky sounds record it’s him.

Mrs. Curtis would always have them take costume lineup photos as kids at least once. Dally has always been a victim of Red eye photos (except for the few years he was gone to New York) as they got older it turned into more candid photos of the boys sprawled across the living room or porch.

As he’s gotten older Pony stays back to hand out stuff rather than collect it on his own, thinking he’s too tuff™️ — he is however working on his Halloween gore makeup. Goal is to scare children.

Their dad was the type to sit in a lawn chair at the end of the drive (in this case on the sidewalk) with a few buddy’s and tell stories and pass out candy. -> Darry now does this tradition if he doesn’t have a friend call him up to go out.

Soda likes candy corn. Like really likes it- all of the brothers do and it baffles the rest of the gang. However, Steve likes wax candy so he can’t talk.

Pumpkin carving always ends up in flinging the guts everywhere and a chorus of ‘aw my hair!’ You’d think they’d learn by now. They don’t.

Pony and Steve get particularly fussy about their hair but then you also get pumpkin seeds and decorations out of it so maybe it’s ok.

Dally can carve the best jack o’ lantern though.

Two-bit crashed a soc costume party once for three hours without getting noticed.

By the end of the night the rest of the gang will show up at the Curtis door (usually blitzed) and they all swap treats… that they got through reputable means… and watch whatever horror marathon is on before the tv ends for the night (24 hour tv is very very new)

Pony has a love hate relationship with Horror movies

Johnny however is utterly fine with gore and does better than Pony, who will sometimes gag at his own makeup. He’s very “Aw that’s gross… cool.”

Soda and Steve also go to parties a lot, sometimes the others will join them other times they’re too busy causing chaos.

Cherry, Bob, Marcia and Randy always do coordinated and planned group costumes that usually win then attention or a contest or two. They go to the more traditional teen Halloween parties

[moomoorare]

Also I'm the weirdo who loves gathering 25 stacks of blocks for fun and loves having organization and putting away all my materials in their assigned places

Anyways earlier i was playing Minecraft gathering sand an sandstone for fun and i found a dog and i gave her a yellow collar and called her sunny ^_^

[sonic-fankid-showdown]

Poll 23, Round 1.

About Vallerie: (by @so-called-egg; art by @head---ache) (Origin) After project Sonadow failed, Dr. Eggman did something he thought he'd never do - Without the intervention of sonic, he stepped down from the project to do something easier. This action fills him with great shame, so he names the project after that: Trying to combine the DNA of The Ultimate Lifeform and the second physically strongest hedgehog he's ever seen, Project SHAME. Though, as all things go, word of the project gets out, Sonic and the gang defeat Doctor Eggman once again, and they rescue the baby from the tube! Having that it's Shadow and Amy's DNA, Amy wants to raise it with Shadow! (Personality) Vallerie is a strong, independent woman. She's got a Tuff Girl exterior, but when you get to know her she's really just a sweetheart - like those biker guys with the kittens. If you ever get in a jam you can count on Val to help you out! .. Unless you get into too many jams too frequently. She's not a saint, she will get annoyed! She also made all her friends call her "Eerie" when she was 13-16 (Abilities) Having her on your side is definitely a good idea, as she's not only strong of will and heart, but physically as well! While she never really figured out how to run as fast as Shadow or Sonic, Her strength topples both of her parents' !!

About Aurora: (by @adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog) oc based on the seed baby that cosmo gave to tails

[justathingfromthebrainvoid]

Wild Life Episode 2 Items and their corresponding effects (to the best of my knowledge, there are definitely errors and missing bits): (under the read more because there was a lot)

Original: Sugar Cane- Jump Boost, Cobble- Nausea, Dirt-Levitation, Seeds- Water Breathing, Pointed Dripstone& Dripstone Block- .5 Food, Diorite- Night Vision 3, Stone Shovel- 3 Food, Copper Ingot- Absorption 5, Diamond- Infested 2, Cobble Deepslate- Jump Boost 2, Raw Iron- .5 Food, Pale Moss- 1 Food, Gravel- Speed 2, Granite- Weakness, Andesite- Nausea, Polished Deepslate- 2 Food, Grass Block- Portal Sound, Short Grass- .5 Food, Stone Hoe- ? Food, Dandelion- Health Boost 5, Cornflower- Levitation 3, Seagrass- ? Food, Allium- Health Boost 4, Redstone Dust- .5 Food, Redstone Torch- 3.5 Food, Tuff- Health Boost 4, Lapis- 1.5 Food, Obsidion- 3+ Food, Wooden Shovel- Haste 4, Torch- Infestation, Ladder- Hero of the Village, Sugar- Darkness 5, Paper- Infested 2, Stone Axe- Blindness 3, Skulk Vein- 2.5 Food, Oak Planks- Mining Fatigue 5, Crafting Table- Blindness 4, Birch Slab- Glowing 2, Polished Deepslate- 2 Food, Stone Bricks- Oozing, Yellow Dye- Elder Gaurdian Sound, Light Grey Dye- .5 Food, Sunflower- Infestation 4, Bonemeal- Poison, Oak Log- Ivisibility 4, Clay Ball- Night Vision, Calcite- .5 Food, Smooth Basalt- Poison 2, Pink Peatles- Wind Charged, White Tulip- Regen 5, Rose Bush- Wind Charged 5, Liliac- Water Breathing 4, Oxeye Daisy- Oozing 4, Wheat- Darkness 3, Sand- Levitation, Arrows- 2 Food, Blue Dye- Night Vision, Cobblestone Wall- Jump Boost, Pumpkin Seeds- Levitation, Bone- Nausea 4, Stick- Blindness 5, Iron Axe- Resitance 5, Gunpowder- 1 Food, Orange Tulip- Hero of the Village, Red Tulip- Instant Health 4, White Tulip- Regen 5, Stone Pickaxe- 2.5 Food, Gold Ingot- Oozing, Clock- Condiut Power 3, Name Tag- .5 Food, Skulk Viens- 2.5 Food, Red Dye- 3.5 Food, White Dye- ? Food, Iron Nugget- .5 Food, Bamboo- Resistance, Campfire- Night Vision 3, Light Blue Dye- Jump Boost, Polished Deepslate Wall- .5 Food, Scaffolding- 2.5 Food, Stone PIckaxe- Silverfish Sound Effect, Torch- Infestation, Feather- Glowing 5, Amathyest Block- 4 Food, Coal- Wind Charged 5, Raw Gold- Slow Falling 5, Pale Moss Carpet- .5 Food

After 1st Randomization: Pointed Dripstone- 3 Food, Short Grass: 2.5 Food, Oak Sapling- Strength 5, Peony- Speed, Polished Deepslate- Infestation 4, Cobble Deepslate- Water Breathing 4, Tuff- Invisibility 3, Torches- Weaving 4, Redstone Torches- .5 Food, Cobblestone- Slow Falling 2, Iron Chestplate- ? Food, Chisled Deepslate- Slowness, Deepslate Brick Wall- Night Vision, Cobble Deepslate Stair- Infestation, Cobble Deepslate Wall- Mining Fatigue, Deeplate Brick Slab- Night Vision, Deepslate Brick Stair- Mining Fatigue, Deepsltae Wall- ? Food, Polished Deepslate Stair- ? Food, Polished Deepslate Slab- ? Food, Lily of the Vally- Streangth, Pale Oak Leaves- Haste, Lilac- Glowing, Seeds- Darkness 3, Dark Oak Leaves- "Spooky" Sound Effect, Pink Peatls- Health Boost 3, Oak Planks- Posion 2, Birch Slab- Health Boost 3, Sticks- Wind Charged 2, Pink Peatl- Health Boost 3, Seeds- Darkness 3, Ladders- Infestation 4, Bowl- Slowness 5, Obsidion- Streangth 4, Stone Shovel- .5 Food, Pink Dye- .5 Food, Birch Leaves- 2 Food, Grass Block- .5 Food, Azure Bluet- Levitation, Dripstone Block- 2 Food, Amathyst Block- .5 Food, Oak Planks- Poison, Ink Sack- Blindness, Redstone Dust- Weaving 3, String- Poison, Lapis- .5 Food, Diamond- .5 Food, Iron Ingot- 1.5 Food, Cherry Sapling- Piglin Noise, Stone Hoe- Infestation 2, Wooden Shovel- 2.5 Food, Dirt- Blindness, Gold Boots- End Opening Sound, Crafting Table- Health Boost 3, Stone Pickaxe- Levitation, Rose Bush- Nausea 3, Raw Gold- 3.5 Food, Raw Copper- 2 Food, Birch Sign- Water Breathing, Gunpowder- .5 Food, Dirt- Blindness, Scafolding- .5 Food, Deepslate Bricks- Jump Boost, Barrels- 2.5+ Food, Arrow- .5 Food, Spruce Planks- Dolphin's Grace 5, Spruce Lop- Glowing 5, Gravel- .5+ Food, Wheat- Oozing 2, Dandelion- Night Vision 4, Clay Ball- Slow Falling, Pale Moss Carpet- Portal Sound

After 2nd Randomization: Seed- Jump Boost 5, Short Grass- Weaving, Dripstone- 1 Food, Chisled Deepslate- 3+ Food, Pointed Dripstone- ? Food, Coal- Regen 5, Raw Copper- 1 Food, Tuff- Hero of the Village, Cobblestone- Water Breathing 2, Pale Oak Leaves- .5 Food, Copper Ingot- Levitation 4, Pale Hanging Moss- ? Food, Stone Bricks- Condiut Power 5, Cobblestone Wall- Invisibility 3, Amathyst Shard- 2.5 Food, Dirt- Slow Falling 4, Birch Leaves- Ender Dragon Death Sound, Pale Moss Block- .5 Food, Stone Brick Wall- Oozing 3, Oak Log- Weaving 5, Dripstone Block- 1 Food, Cherry Leaves- 3 Food, Red Dye- .5 Food, Azure Bluet- Condiut Power 5, Light Grey Dye- 3 Food, Redstone Dust- Dolphin's Grace 5, Oak Sapling- .5 Food, Peony- Slowness 4, Pink Peatles- Streangth 2, Amathyst Block- Sheep Sound, Stripped Cherry Wood- Dolphin's Grace, Music Disk- .5 Food, Flint- ? Food, Gunpowder- 2.5 Food, Glow Lichen- Mining Fatiuge 2, Chest- Dolphin's Grace, Cobblestone Stairs- Regen 3, Spruce Leaves- .5 Food, Oak Sapling- .5 Food, Flower (Red Tulip?)- Blindness, Spruce Log- Water Breathing 5, Granite- Invisibility, Polished Deepslate- 2.5 Food, Raw Copper- 1 Food, Iron Boots- Resistance 4, Iron Pants- Instant Health 2, Iron Chestplate- 1+ Food, Gravel- .5 Food, Stone Shovels- .5 Food, Magenta Dye- Wither Sound Effect, Peony- Slowness 4, Bonemeal- Darkness 2, Sugar Cane- Night Vision, Dandelion- Poison, Clay Ball- Wololo Sound, Red Mushroom- Blindness 3

After 3th Randomization: Cobble Deepslate- 1 Food, Redstone Torch- ?? (Bad), Chisled Deepslate- Weaving, Cobblestone- Health Boost 4, Cobble Deepslate Slab- .5 Food, Raw Copper- 1 Food, Tuff- Weaving 4, Pale Oak Leaves- Fire Prot 4, Short Grass- .5 Food, Redstone Dust- Jump Boost 4, Sticks- Speed 3, Dirt- Posion 2, Torches- Weaving, Cobble Deepslate Stair- Conduit Power, Diorite- Infestation 4, Diamond Helmet- Anvil Sound, Iron Pants- ??, Pale Hanging Moss- Sound Effect, Iron Sword- Slow Falling, Dripstone Block- Posion 2, Stone- Slowness, Raw Iron- 4 Food, Peony- Regen 5, Clay Ball- 2.5 Food, Seeds- Levitation 2, Wheat- Night Vision, Pale Moss Block- End Open Sound, Stone- Slowness 3, Cobblestone Slab- Mining Fatigue 2, Pointed Dripstone- 2.5 Food, Birch Planks- Levitation ?, Copper Ingot- 1.5 Food, Polished Deepslate- ? Food, Sprunce Log- Jump Boost, Sugar Cane- Weakness 4, Lapis- Sound Effect, Blue Dye- Hero of the Village, String- Mining Fatigue 5, Arrow- 2.5 Food, Cobblestone Stair- Glowing, Scafolding- 4 Food, Bamboo Planks- ? Poison, Pink Petles- Haste, Amathyset Block- Dragon Sound, Birch Leaves- Poison 2, Spruce Leaves- 2.5 Food, Cobblestone Stair- Glowing 4, Arrows- 2.5 Food, Stone Sword- 1.5 Food, Pale Moss Block- End Open Sound, Birch Sapling- .5 Food, Polished Granite- .5 Food, Polished Granite Slab- Nothing??, Polished Diorite Slab- Firework Sound Effect, Sugar- Slow Falling, Red Tulip- Instant Health, Magma Block- Haste 4, Bonemeal- Health Boost 3, Pale Oak Slab- Hero of the Villiage 3, Gold Ingot- 2.5, Red Mushroom- Resistance 5, Gunpowder- 2+ Food

After 4th Randomization: Gravel- .5 Food, Short Grass- Abosrption 5, Cobble Deepslate- 4 Food, Clay Ball- .5 Food, Clay Block- 4.5 Food, Diorite- Health 2, Sugar- Resistance 4, Cobblestone Slab- Levitation 5, Dirt- Jump Boost 5, Torch- Night Vision 5, Cherry Planks- Water Breathing, Wooden Shovel- Nausea 4, Cobblestone- Resstaince 3, Stone- Weaving 3, Dripstone Block- ? Food, Pale Oak Planks- Invisibility, Bowls- 2 Food, Peony- Dolphin's Grace, Redstone Torch- Minecart Noise, Sand- Wind Charged 5, Polished Diorite- Darkness, Birch Leaves- 1 Food, Copper- Bell Sound, Pale Moss Block- .5 Food

[agarafile]

a list of all items effects from gem's video, before first randomization:

sugarcane: jump boost

cobblestone: nausea

dirt: floating

deepslate: jump boost

diorite: night vision

raw iron: food

seeds: water breathing

pale moss: food

dripstone: food

gravel: speed

granite: weakness

andesite: nausea

signs: can't eat

polished deepslate: food

grass: did the loudest portal noise i have ever heard in my life

stone shovel: food

skulk: food

stone hoe: nothing

short grass: food

copper bar: absorption v / bonus nine yellow hearts

dandelion: health boost/ bonus two yellow hearts (?)

gunpowder: food

tuff: health boost iv

diamond: infested ii

[pumpkinpot]

BG3 X farmers market booths

farmers market season is upon us and I am an avid faire/con/market goer. I loved the entire side quest in BG3 involving the traveling circus, and it got me thinking.... What kind of booth or show would each of the bg3 companions have?

There is only a few ways I could see the troupe actually agreeing to participate one is they are really low on funds and the other is an investigation. either works for these ideas.

Roland: He mentions that he has a big interest in making magical education more accessible to the masses so I feel that that would be a bit part of his booth. you know those booths at farmers markets that all sell secondhand books on rolling carts? I feel like that's the vibe. He has posters for magical workshops being hosted at Razmith and cozy chairs for people to sit around under and umbrella and read for a while.

Karalach/ Dammon: they decided to put their skills together and forge artisanal cloak pins and other fineries. its really helpful having someone who can heat the metals so quickly so dammon can craft quicker. Its not long that they have to eventually raise their prices because everyone at the faire wants one of their hair pins or spoon rings.

Astarion/ Scratch: He was offered a place in the kissing booth that he immediately turned down. Of course, his alternative idea was a blood drive. cheeky bastard. in the end he settled for animal handler. Believe it or not, once he no longer had to rely on animals as his food source he found he was quite good with them. He got the idea from constantly having to repair scratches ball, so he decided, with some help from Halsin, to make toys that cannot be destroyed no matter how tuff your pet. He also sells bandanas with tracking spells woven into them and treats that let your dog speak for an hour or two. Him and scratch make an adorable team, people commenting consistently on their matching hair and bandanas. He sells the most of anyone at the fair, followed closely by Halsin.

Halsin: Mans forgot that yall are here to make money. He decided make a booth for pollination education. He has a lepidopterarium for people who want to hold butterflies while he tells them the importance of local wildflowers. Everyone that visits the booth gets a seed bomb. when he was told he actually needed to sell something he settled on honey he harvested. He has to ask you what people mean when they say he's of "beekeeping age," and what "forest daddy" means.

Gale: Idk where this came from really, but I feel like he has a candle booth. but enchanted candles. hear me out. "this candle smells like the first warm day of the year, when the sun touches your skin for the first time in months," o, "this candles you can poor on your skin to heal a pulled muscle or burn," or "this candle influences your dreams and takes you where you want to go."

Blurg/Omeluum: Naturally, they have a mushroom booth. But not just mushrooms. Burg took one culinary class and decided he needed to open a food truck, but everything was mushrooms. fried mushroom poppers, mushroom tacos, balsamic mushroom skewers.. Omeluum is just happy to be able to be in public now with its partner.

My Tav (October): The plan to have a spider booth was shot down pretty quickly, so there needed to be a compromise. October decided to have a crochet booth with tons of different projects like blankets, stuffed animals, cowls etc. but they were all made by spiders. Pino was the only one present for the market and a few people wanted to hold her, though most moved along upon hearing the labour practices of Octs products.

Authors Note: I would love to write a second part to this, I just don't have the spoons at this moment. If you have anything else you'd like to see let me know!

Link to Master list (I do not have a gaming masterlist yet. Hopefully more to come!)

[iheartguyswithmachetes]

more twdg season 2 headcanons and baseless accusations (mostly luke)

- The first bit of the apocalypse Nick, Pete and Nick’s mom stayed with Luke and his family until it got overrun by walkers (twd season 2 esque) and then they hit the road and met Carver, so between being isolated on the farm and Carver’s camp they never *really* knew how bad things had gotten until they left (hence why eleven year old Clem who’s been out in the open with Christa so long is more fucking competent than half of them)

- Luke’s machete is actually a family heirloom/was gifted to him, might have his initials or a family name or something engraved on the handle

- Luke moved back home to his small town after college but def did an internship or at least tried to break into something related to his degree- I like to think he might have gone into Art Restoration or Curation

- Nick never had any siblings or cousins really, Pete might have been married once but kids never came of it, he might have gotten divorced when Nick was young and having to step up and be Nick’s father figure didn’t leave him a lot of time for his own family.

- On that note: Nick was always super close to Luke’s parents (and siblings?), having a mom who was probably a working mother he would spend a lot of dinners and sleepovers at Luke’s.

- If Luke does have siblings I can only picture him having sisters- maybe Nick just takes up that brother spot in my mind. If I had to be delulu about it Luke’s probably the middle child, high sense of independence, strong social skills, sharing behaviours etc. But I also think being the only boy in his family and growing up in what was probably a small southern town cultivated his whole leadership skills, even if he doesn’t like confrontation

- Sarah had a horse girl phase- or maybe was one when we meet her in the apocalypse. She also definitely did Kumon.

- Sarah’s mom died pre-apocalypse or in the earlier days, meaning Carlos was always very protective of her from early on and her having anxiety or PTSD as we see in the game clearly lead to him sheltering her but I think the death of her mom either pre or early apocalypse would also add to that

- I like to think that Carver pre apocalypse had a pretty shitty life where maybe he didn’t have a lot of power OR he had jobs where he had a bit of power and it kind of got to his head, like the teacher from The Breakfast Club for example. I think he saw the apocalypse as, obviously a bad thing, but also a way out of his menial life and an opportunity to have powers over others

- I don’t believe the Carver being Luke’s dad theory HOWEVER I do think that Luke’s dad was probably also a gruff n tuff older man, I don’t think he was on Carver’s level but I definitely think that Luke’s dad was a hard-ass southern man (hence “minor in agriculture to make the old man happy”) and I think that would also explain why Luke doesn’t like confrontation despite liking control and a leadership role, I don’t think his dad was abusive or anything and I think Luke probably had a good homelife but I also think that maybe there was a seed of resentment there and some ways that his dad was that was part of the reason why Luke, despite being shown to be conflict avoidant and a mediator “butted heads” with Carver so much and why they seemed to have such a weird beef going on

anyway these are baseless accusations to twdg season 2 characters

[xabiramone]

Happy birthday to the late Rowland Stuart Howard (24 October 1959 – 30 December 2009) was an Australian rock musician, guitarist and songwriter, best known for his work with the post-punk group The Birthday Party and his subsequent solo career.

Rowland Stuart Howard was born on 24 October 1959 in Melbourne, to John Stanton Howard and Lorraine (née Stuart), the second of three children. His siblings were sister Angela Howard and brother Harry Howard, both also musicians. In a 2016 interview, his brother Harry Howard stated the family is of paternal English descent from Bolton, Lancashire and maternal Scottish descent.

Rowland Stuart Howard wrote "Shivers" at the age of 16 while in the band Young Charlatans. Howard gained acclaim after joining Melbourne-based band The Boys Next Door, when the song was released as a single. The band changed their name to The Birthday Party and Howard's discordant guitar remained a major factor in their sound. The Birthday Party relocated from Australia to London in 1980 and subsequently to West Berlin.

The Birthday Party's early records were released by Missing Link Records in Australia and 4AD Records in the UK. They later became associated with Mute Records in Europe. Howard was also a member of the short-lived project, Tuff Monks with Birthday Party bandmates, Nick Cave and Mick Harvey. However, Howard and singer Nick Cave suffered 'creative differences', and Howard left the Birthday Party as they transformed into The Bad Seeds. He soon became a member of Crime & the City Solution, a band led by Simon Bonney. Howard, with Crime & the City Solution, appeared in the 1987 movie Wings of Desire by German filmmaker Wim Wenders playing the song "Six Bells Chime" in a Berlin Club. Later he formed These Immortal Souls with girlfriend Genevieve McGuckin, brother, Harry Howard, and Epic Soundtracks.

Howard also collaborated with Lydia Lunch, Nikki Sudden, ex-Barracudas singer Jeremy Gluck, guitarist Gavin Poolman, French electro group KaS Product, Barry Adamson, Einstürzende Neubauten, guitarist Chris Haskett, The Gun Club singer and songwriter Jeffrey Lee Pierce, Fad Gadget, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Henry Rollins, and A.C. Marias.

After the release of These Immortal Souls' second album, I'm Never Gonna Die Again, (1992) and another Howard/Lunch collaboration Shotgun Wedding, Howard, Lunch and members of The Beasts Of Bourbon performed live on tour in Australia and Europe with guitarist Link Benka. Shotgun Wedding was re-released with a second compact disc of live recordings. Shotgun Wedding featured cover versions of "In My Time of Dying" and Alice Cooper's "Black Juju". Recorded in Memphis with Link Benka (rhythm guitar), Joseph -Joe- Drake (bass) and Brent Newman (aka Glyn Styler) (drums).

Howard sang backing vocals on the Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds album Let Love In (1994). In 1995 These Immortal Souls contributed their version of "You Can't Unring a Bell" to a Tom Waits tribute album Step Right Up.

In September 2007, Howard joined with Magic Dirt and Beasts of Bourbon for a tour of the east coast of Australia. Howard appeared at the All Tomorrows Parties rock festival in Australia in January 2009, curated by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. He was backed by Mick Harvey on drums, and JP Shilo on bass. Howard's second solo album, Pop Crimes, was released in October 2009 to acclaim from the musician Robert Forster. He appeared on the Magic Dirt EP White Boy playing guitar and supplying vocals on the track "Summer High".🎂

[beanghostprincess]

(Trans women usopp has stolen my heart I think just love women in general ) Usopp Robin and Nami have a nice self care day with just the girls. (Chopper is invited too, they can't say no to him.) They stay in the shower room, they fill the bath and run the showers on hot. They play relaxing music, Nami bought lavender shower steamers, Robin lit candles. Usopp gets sanji to make hors d'oeuvres and fancy drinks he leaves them at the bathroom door. No peeking!

Chopper brought a video transponder snail to watch a movie. Usopp does their hair she's been practicing her braiding. She gave Robin a nice Dutch braid and Nami a mermaid tail. She also curled copper's little tuff of fur on his head, in return robin has been researching how to do textured hair and gave her a French braid and afro puff combo.

While they were relaxing and talking Luffy showed up asking what they were doing? Nami scolds him for coming in knowing that they're all naked and asks why is he even here? and close the door he knows how fast Brooke and Sanji are.

Luffy explained he only came into the bathroom because he needed to poop (no manners whatsoever) and Zoro was using the other bathroom to meditate. Robin and Usopp are not really affected by his antics and just enjoy Nami yelling at him. Luffy being unfazed by her tongue lashing casually sits down and eats the treats Sanji made for them. He doesn't get why it's such a big deal. Like you're just naked, plus chopper is here and he's not a girl and he's seen usopp naked before (granted this was pre-transition but I guess his point still stands)

Robin invites him to join them but lock the door. You may be the exception but the others are not. Despite Nami's protests Luffy has already stripped and jumped in slashing every one ( imagine getting so far in his journey to become the king of the pirates only to die in bathwater). She sighed in defeat and just accepted that he's here, could be worse.

They continue what they were talking about. Nami is learning how to make hail and she made a tornado by accident of course and she's still trying to recreate it.

Usopp learned how to crossbreed one of her poison pop seeds and her thorny pop seats and made a new weapon. She's also trying to make a pleasant smelling corpse plant. She tried roses, lavender and even sage. But nothing works. Nami suggests that maybe she should use tangerines to cross breed.

Robin has been researching about a vase she found, made of wood and clay. Apparently it's from an island that is isolated from the rest of the world. Everything is handmade or out of scratch, their recipes, their clothing even their soaps. All of their food is homegrown and their meat is known as the best meat in the world.

Luffy didn't need any more convincing he got out and commanded Franky to change course to go to find this island. (Sanji and Brooke tackled Luffy demanding every juicy detail of what he saw in there.) Of course everyone had to get out and get to their stations ruining their whole little spa day. Nami was specifically pissed because she's the navigator.

I love women too <- A lesbian.

This is such a cute and adorable idea!!! I love them!!! I've always thought Nami and Robin let Usopp join their girl nights even before coming out bc they've always felt safe around her, and when she came out it wasn't really a surprise to them tbh. Their spa day looks so cozy and relaxing (until they interrupt them)!! It sounds great. They'd do this 100%. And Luffy would stay bc Luffy is Luffy and the concept of intimacy for him isn't really a thing. Plus bold of you to assume he's a man. Non-binary king, that's what he is. Also Chopper staying with them also makes sense and it's extremely cute!!! Sanji is literally dying to go in there lmfao-- Not to make this about Sanuso but I think he waits by the bathroom door like a wet dog to see his girlfriend again. He misses her! Clingy golden retriever.

[pumpkinsy0]

Headcanons for Mexican American Dallas who feels a bit self conscious about not being seen as conventionally attractive? (Bonus points for Tim comforting him)

mexican american dallas makes a return,,, whats good man,,,

•OK BEFORE I START ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN, dally being self conscious isnt him exactly hiding those attributes of himself, he doesnt hide it, but that doesnt mean he LIKES it, he makes self degrading comments and ppl pass it off, but if u squint, its pretty obvious he is self conscious, but if u told him that he’d laugh at u for a multitude of reasons

•also i dont think his self hatred is just contained to himself, hes not above not making comments about others and their features, but its not really out of genuine malice and hatred for what he is, its just like a,,,deep rooted self hatred, pls tell me u get what i mean

•NOW when it comes to dally back in brooklyn, part of what made him feel insecure was that he just didnt grow up w ppl that looked like him, he grew up in a mainly white neighborhood so nobody rlly looked like him, thats also kinda y hes not connected to his culture id say

•im gonna say that if theres one part about him be’d rlly focus on in particular, id say he doesnt like his nose that much and right after that is his hair and how curly it is, dally canonically doesnt grease his hair and i imagine for this that his hair being curly is part of the reason y, it takes quite a long time to do it

•bc he doesnt grease his hair and thats like, a kinda big part of the greaser culture, he feels a bit like an outsider for it. hes not connected to his mexican heritage and hes not 100% “committed” to being a greaser either in his eyes, so i feel like that messes w him a bit. some times he even watches pony or soda grease their hair and focuses on it being straight, soda and pony r the ones in the gang ppl see to have “tuff hair” and dally thinks their hair being straight is part of the reason y it is

•dally would even go as far as to call johnny lucky for having straight hair, its comments like those that show that he has a bit of self hatred

•id say dally compares himself to the curtis bros quite a bit actually. theyre seen as the “golden family” amongst the gang, and how they look isnt lost amongst dally at all, dally thinks hes just a complete lost cause bc of how he looks and how he doesnt have a chance bc of it, so he rlly doesnt even try to accomplish anything in particular and kinda, does whatever, like a “nobody cares for what i do, so why should i” thing

•id say tim, kinda feels the same way???? but the difference w him is, he tries to still make something of himself. yea he feels like hes not getting as far as the curtis’ would, but he still tries to do his own thing, and he tries getting dally to do the same sometimes, he doesnt push him, but he does plant the seed

•now if hes pale, this is a COMPLETELY different case scenario, but if hes tan, i think he’d look at the curtis bros and just feel a type of way, he doesnt say anything about it, but he doesnt rlly like being near the curtis bros for too long, hes had ppl make comments about how he looks near them, and it annoys him more than anything, so he keeps his distance from them physically, but i think johnny being there helps him a lil

•ok ifffff im not wrong, pls correct me if i am, not too well versed on this topic, but the chicano movement started in like 1965???? somewhere in the 60s, so i think it would b interesting if dally caught wind of it, and it kind of inspires him??in a way??? i hope what im saying makes sense, like it inspires him to look at things differently about the world and himself, considering the movement talked about political AND social issues (like i said, correct me if im wrong or feel free to switch this up a bit, trying my best here💔💔)

•idk if u like,,,,hc the shepards to also b mexican american or if u just want them to stand in like #pocsolidarity, but maybe it was tim who introduced it to dally, and dally was like “mannnn shut up, im not trynna hear that rn” but dally would lowkey b thinking about it a bit more

•going back to that earlier hc, i think what really makes tim pay attention to what dally says IS bc of the comments dally makes towards ppl who look like him, its especially true if u wanna make the shepards mexican, bc most of the comments he makes is towards tim and curly, he even does it to johnny but not as much honestly, but ESPECIALLY the comments he makes towards curly bc of curlys obviously curly hair and how dally feels about his own, that makes tim think, what is UP w this guy

•honestly, i wouldnt say tim “comforts” him, but he does sure make dally think about what he says bc sometimes he just responds w “what is ur problem w it”, at most the closest he gets to comforting is when dally makes a comment about himself and tim calmly goes “i dont mind the look”

[ahzisskoroh]

Darkwater Crossing, 15th of Last Seed

Early morning. The dew-mists still mixed the dawn's early blue light. Horses, tied to the posts of the young wooden house, snorted.

The villagers rounded up by the lakeside. A mother choking back worried tears holding her daughter. A dark elf and an argonian looking more bored than anything. A red headed Nord in humble armor administered an oath of loyalty to new recruits plucked from the village.

Elsewhere, in the woods, a Khajiit looked down his notched arrow to a magnificent if eerie, wounded, white stag. The hunter looked like the hunted; pure white fur dirtied by days of earth and sweat covered the Cathay, red ochre the scent of the eastern Jeralls, maybe that of the Valus, dyed his hair, painted his ear tuffs, painted his eyes, painted his lips. Wearing furs fit for a hunter the cat trembled as he aimed for a more permanent place to wound.

An apologetic Ulfric Stormcloak addressed the group gathered at the lakeside.

"Once again. Thank you for your cooperation. Your men will help to bring Skyrim her liberation, and for this Darkwater can expect a special thanks from Windhelm when this is all over. You've given enough men for your size. But should the able bodied able to leave their station choose to fight, Skyrim's embrace is warm and wide enough for all her sons.

Still, rest assured, if you stay here by the lakeshore, you will be left alone. We don't plan to stay much longer."

A cart pulled up. A man, hair black as night, eyes blue as ice, and noble clothing, drove into the little village. In moments Stormcloaks had his horse by the reigns, as more soldiers unloaded several chests from the back.

The arrow missed the stag's neck by an inch, spooking the beast into a gallop. Down the slopes, down the slopes, down the steep and seemingly endless slope. Out of breath, momentum carried the hunter more than his own stamina, as he dropped his bow to prevent himself from falling entirely.

The dark noble saluted. Ulfric stumbled towards the man, not from injury, but from hesitance. The blond Nord who administered the oaths spoke to the noble before really anyone else did.

"Excellent. Your contributions to our efforts will not go unthanked. May the gods smile upon you, friend."

The noble looked at the blond soldier in a strange way. The smile on his lips seemed well and congenial, as if trading greetings. But a bit forced, as if the noble were hiding a frustration, something he wanted to say, yet knew not to.

A man in poorly fitted armor hurried up to Ulfric, holding a bag and a piece of parchment.

"As per our agreement, this is the payment for the weaponry; the gold should more than suffice for now, and on this scroll is written a promissory note guaranteeing further credit in bonds once this war comes to an end."

"My lord, you honor me." The noble bowed, taking the gold.

Before he could take the parchment the white stag galloped through the village path. The Khajiit single minded sprinted through the village from over the bridge, seemingly not noticing the stormcloaks around him. The horses neighed, spooked. And a war trumpet roared.

The poorly dressed stormcloak jumped behind Ulfric as if with a garrote, only to gag him by the mouth. Arrows flew, killing some of the less well armored immediately. The horses, cut or torn from their reigns, trampled a few; the noble's own broke free, kicking the blond to the ground.

Before long the red of the imperial armory flooded the sights of the village. The new recruits fled into the swamps, the infantry surrounded and largely outclassed. Even Ulfric's best men were halted by flames and blades.

The Khajiit, in the chaos, took a swift mace to the temple, knocking him out instantly. The noble, red handed, without a blade to die with, surrounded, merely fell to his knees with his hands up in surrender.

Nearly a year of bloodshed, of chaos, of standstill, seemed to end in a moment. Not 10 minutes after the stag galloped in the commotion came to a close, as the remaining soldiers were executed or arrested. And in moments the architect of the plan strode in, decorated, but sunken, holding his blade. In a shockingly humble accent, the man gave his orders.

"Gather the breathing. Gather the tags of the dead. Let no traitor rest without disgrace. We'll take them back into Imperial territory - Helgen, through pacified Ivarstead - so they can face the law under the peace they've tried so hard to destroy. And with the passage to Bruma not far south, we can bring the executed to His Majesty before the corpse putrifies.

Well done, soldiers!"

[swede1952]

Tuff Tufty

Here is a decent closeup of a tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor). "Tufted Titmice eat mainly insects in the summer, including caterpillars, beetles, ants and wasps, stink bugs, and treehoppers, as well as spiders and snails. Tufted Titmice also eat seeds, nuts, and berries, including acorns and beech nuts. Experiments with Tufted Titmice indicate they always choose the largest seeds they can when foraging." - allaboutbirds.org

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[glitterbombedshadow]

Opps looks like I dropped my story of greed-ler lyrics into your ask box don't mind them being a little off-.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Story of the greedler

My family laughed at the sight

Took a wagon couldn't afford a fight

Hurting my pride

This is The Once-ler

I Traveled for days and got lost a lot

Until my mule Melvin decided stop

I got a shock

Saw some trees we saw a lot

Wiped tears off my face started

singing 'this is the place'

But then I hear some growls

LEAVE ME ALONE

But saved my life with marshmallows

Should I chop this tree

Or should I chop that tree

Feeling evil I'll chop them all

I'm swinging my axe at a steady pace

I want to chop every tree and leave a thneed in its place

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

No time, don't have patience

I've got to move on

Smelling the truffula tuffs. Screw this giant log

I got a bad fright

Jump ? Or take flight ?

I fell on my behind

Because of the lorax.

Tried giving him a mallows

But he refused  

he took it anyway I got confused confused

Told me to leave with the axe I used

Don't want to stop I still have some hope

Lorax doesn't like this because he can't cope

I kept trying to sell my thneeds but got treated like a roach

I lost all my hope

Done being a target for there tomatoes

Screw all of this

I think I'll give up

But then they came  and bought them all

My family returned without those laughs on there face

Going to sell my thneeds to the whole race

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I got the money

I got my green suit

I'll even take there fruit

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Send those trespassers to jail

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Story of the Greed-ler

Its hard to see the light

Smog? Or is it night

Truffula tree genocide

This is the greed-ler

Bigger hat, bigger office

The old once-ler? What a novice

Green gloves, designer shoes

See my billboards I am THE news

The lorax wants to stop me and all my goals

But he's a fraud so I hope everyone knows

Until he gets me to look in that moment I froze

Thats the last one (there my family  goes.)

I'm left in there dust I'm left alone as a disgrace

I just wiped out all life in this place

I got no lorax

I've got only one seed

I regret this screw this sour smog!

YOOOO👀

You write songs? Fucking swagular dude

I love that! 🔥

[turbotasthick]

Do you have any Sun headcanons?

Sun has a head rays fidget where he likes to make his head spin as a fidget ngl

tsams sun has pretty green eyes to me

sun is hands expressive

sun tends to smile alot even in nerve wracking situations

sun has high functioning depression

sun can manipulate his rays to stick out only two rays to pretend hes a kitty cat for funny

sun copes with his depression by being busy

suns autistic ngl

sun kissthes his baby girl goodnight every night idc

sun likes girls that are tuff ngl its pretty obvi- honestly i like to think hed have eyes for rockstar chica- she seems tuff ngl atleast in the game--- also i wish he had a gf ngl

if sun was in love hed be such a sweet partner ngl and also one who likes to lovingly bully them sass them

sun wouldnt like pda with his partner ngl hed be shy

Sun loves to tease dazzle. i like to think he trolls her sometimes xD like telling her if she ate watermelon seeds watermelons would grow in her stomach

sun has contemplated having a tinder one time but he chickened out

sun likes muscular girls imho

sun IS lonely and does feel lonely and wishes he has close friends to confide in but he busies himself with the thought