#Winter Edge
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asksurvivingcritters · 9 months ago
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Camy? caaamyyyyy? Where are you?
God I understand she's a chameleon but god is she able to sneak good.
Winter:* walks up to Smith and touches his leg, wagging her tail*
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tammieswillow · 18 days ago
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andrumedus · 24 days ago
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And the winter sky is as pale as bone as people lean into themselves all lovely and alone. […] And the snow falls lightly upon shoulders and eyelashes, as I would like to fall into you.
Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “Near the Park”
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luna-the-cretar · 14 days ago
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Okay, I’ve slept, and I wanna share how I imagine some of the LOA characters (specifically from EOM, Icebound, and OUAW) Smell like, bc I’m obsessed with that for some reason. Not including Twig or Daisy bc those are NPCs
Long post below. Beware.
Minor spoilers for EOM, but nothing too bad
[Edge of Midnight]
Marius: Marius is the only one whose scent changes slightly between his metamorphosis. Pre-Metamorphosis, he smells slightly metallic due to his armor, has a fairly strong musky outdoors smell, and an underlying scent of roses. Post-Metamorphosis, his musk has changed ever so slightly to be more “sultry” (the way colognes and men’s soaps market the musky smell), the scent of roses is more prominent now, and he has an underlying scent of iron (from blood, not armor)
Lethica: Lethica, for some reason, I associate with the smell of petrichor (rain) and licorice. I’m not sure why, possibly because of her color palette, but I do. Although, I do imagine she also has an underlying scent of roses, because of her feelings for Marius, and how The Duchess has clearly taken note of them
Jericho: Jericho is interesting. Jericho, being a scarecrow, smells roughly how you’d imagine a scarecrow would smell like. He smells like dirt, wheat, old cloth, yes, but he also smells metallic, woodsy, and there’s a trace of sulfur and brimstone (ik those are the same thing, but my mind pictures them to be two different smells for some reason)
Briggsy and Farryn: for the sake of brevity, I’m combining these two together, since they smell fairly similar. They both smell of rot and decay, however Briggsy moreso smells like a mixture of a rotting crocodile and a rotting fish, whereas Farryn smells more like moss and rotting plant life.
Yorgrim: Yorgrim smells like dirt—specifically freshly dug dirt. He also smells faintly of limestone, due to the gravestone on his back. I’d also argue that he smells like The Mists, but idk how to describe that smell.
[Icebound]
Barnabos, Jornir, and Skrimm: again, combining them for the sake of brevity. They all smell strongly of their natural musks, but Barnabos also smells like fish and low tide; Jornir smells like wet fur and wood; and Skrimm smells like alcohol (tho less-so now) and dirt
Taishen: Taishen smells of cinnamon, clove, sage, nutmeg, cardamom, etc. He smells essentially like chai. However he also smells faintly of fire. Idk how else to say this, he smells like a hot cup of tea on a winter morning. I just. Idk what else you want from me.
Queenie: Queenie, I picture, smells like flowers (daisies, daffodils, etc), and honey. Though she also has a fairly strong smell of wet fur and the outdoors.
[Once Upon A Witchlight]
Torbek: Torbek smells like a dumpster and wet fur. I. Idk what else you want from me. He also smells of Witchlight, but I don’t know how that would smell like other than Magic.
Gricko: Gricko smells like the outdoors, and like he spends his every waking moment with an animal, who also spends all her time outdoors.
Frost: Frost smells like ink, old parchment, old books, etc. he also smells of sage, clove, cinnamon, nutmeg, etc. Basically, imagine drinking a cup of tea in an old library, and you’ve got Frost’s scent. Tho he does smell faintly animal-like, but that’s partly because he’s a Tabaxi, and mostly because he spends all his time with Gricko and Hootsie
Gideon: Gideon smells also of the outdoors, but in a different way. He smells like burning wood, like his cigars, like ashes, like, well, fire. He smells faintly of oil and metal, as well, and there’s an underlying scent of coal. There is also an underlying scent of cigarettes and Kremy’s perfume, however.
Kremy: Kremy smells of cigarettes, perfume (which, idk exactly how his perfume would smell like, but I imagine he would wear one that makes him smell rich), of a freshly pressed and freshly tailored suit. He also smells faintly of swamp water (or water in general), and however you’d imagine an alligator to smell like, idk. There’s also an underlying scent of cigars, oil, and fire, however.
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wave-nine · 2 months ago
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~ Happy Life ~
🐰: edge, you're warm... wouldn't it be better if we sat further apart?
🌶️: [INSTANT DEATH]
🦊: LMAO
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just-here-for-the-whump · 3 months ago
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Edge of Winter (2016)
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blanc-ci · 14 days ago
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No one:
Me: sure let’s start writing a mckirk “hallmark holiday movie” parody fic, why the hell not
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asksurvivingcritters · 9 months ago
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It's….. almost that *looking up to him,with her tail wagging*
Hey dad, guess who magically became a human being again too…..
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He blinks once before he looks over at Camy, widening his eyes a little soon afterwards.
"Did they get you too?"
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hypewinter · 2 years ago
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You know, we see a lot of Danny absolutely wrecking the Joker but what if he didn't? What if what happened with Freakshow still lingers? What if Danny post adoption is absolutely terrified of this clown and Joker seeing that this boy has a worse reaction to him compared to most people and eats it up?
I wanna see a Joker who makes it his life mission to traumatize the newest Wayne. A batfam who's terrified the Clown Prince of Crime will hurt yet another family member. A Danny who sees Joker and instantly thinks of what might happen if he loses control again. Of who he might hurt this time.
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capricioussun · 14 days ago
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Happy mondaywednesday don’t forget to be yourself ✨
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asksurvivingcritters · 9 months ago
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Mod got bored, so, until midnight of april 1, Camy will be turn magicaly back in a child just like that one cartoon episode where this happens (she is wearing the last clothes she was using before turning into a bbi), have fun and a good easter everyone! :)
- Mod
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nguyenfinity · 19 days ago
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Last animation project of the semester! We were supposed to make a title sequence for a show/movie/game/whatever and I made one in an anime op-style of my OCs :]
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gender-luster · 6 months ago
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"straight edwin isn't real. he can't hurt you."
straight edwin:
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genericpuff · 10 months ago
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girl math is making $670 for the week and then spending $650 of it on a credit card bill and now you're excited because you made a profit of $20 in your bank account and $650 more of free money
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bestworstcase · 26 days ago
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pacing muttering witchworms contamination, "the softest penumbra of the madrugad's light, invoked carefully through the white flower of the watchman's tree" + the forgivable debt and the invisible opera, schemes to "distract the madrugad from her work with the calyptra" – but.
night, dawn, eclipse. RED THE DAWN AND BLACK THE NIGHT AND WHITE WHAT'S LEFT. ABOVE WE SEE, BENEATH WE KNOW. "calyptra, like the planet that occludes the star or the doylian dog that fails to bark, can be identified only by its absence."
thus, the madrugad is not—cannot be—the white flower. chilly winter dawn; but the red flower is dawn is the mare-in-the-tree. however: "in the times when nothing was forgotten, three flowers bloomed on the watchman's tree: black, red, and gold. red is the life that flows in the body's courses, but the blood of the carapace cross was golden. preservation teaches what endures." and in alchemical terms, citrinitas marks the dawning of the solar light.
"the watchman's tree has flowers three: black, red, and white. red is the life that flows in the body's courses, and white is the writhing at the body's core. hushery teaches what ends."
points at the madrugad. golden flower.
(you can't have an eclipse without a sun.)
"snow; broken mirrors; half-heard sky music; flowers of white, red and black; a blood-streaked winter dawn…"
the received version of the book of suns tells us that the wolf-divided was born from the sun-in-splendour's division. we know from this that the sun can be reborn only if the wolf joins the sun's other selves. only if the wolf's hunger is assuaged will it join its other selves, and only the flesh of its other selves can assuage the hunger of the wolf. a second dawn would herald the last day.
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the veterans of the légion du seuil, who guard the boundaries of the waking world, tell stories of the labyrinths under the mansus, above the wood, and inside the moon, where the first fallen hours sleep, or hide, or rot: the gods-from-stone. why the labyrinths? because, the legionnaires say, there are hours ruling now who would fight to consume the last scraps of their old enemies; and those who feast would eclipse those who abstain.
lol.
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lmao, even.
the white flower is described as the 'death of wisdoms' - but wisdom can pass into sleep, not death, when 'the rage of glass' is subjected to sufficiently powerful winter-aspect when the ragged crossroads arts are invoked.
ragged crossroads, with keeper winter and essential periost, draws a year-tally. ragged crossroads, with keeper winter and glassfinger toxin, distills the encaustum nillycant.
gestures vaguely. what's in kaunas?
night, dawn, freezing winds, faith, the wolf-divided's shadow, and a clandestine department of skolekosophy. four stolen seasonings and i'll have a stolen year, dominykas says genially. lol! lmao even!
azita asks for de motu corporum vetitorum to help her piece together how the wangle works; ouranoscopy, with keeper sky and essential periost, draws a year-tally. when chaima visits for the forgivable debt she says a reckoner lord "botched a conjuring"—it's a didumos. probably didn't even fucking mean to call down the dream of a star, just had too much sky-music and not enough periost.
the white waits west of the world, but she will not wait forever; and the madrugad is the winter's dawn.
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hazygreyday · 1 year ago
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good evening specifically to the three other people on the internet who are into both Cultist Simulator and The Locked Tomb
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Harrowhark, a Key / Gideon, an Assassin
these were very heavily referenced/inspired by this excellent cultist sim picrew by thefantasylife8
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