#another little bird that is SO HARD to get pics of

[spinus-pinus]

Ruby-crowned Kinglet Corthylio calendula

11/4/2023 Frank G. Bonelli Regional Park, California

[hyuckiefluff]

hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants. 

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth. 

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

 "Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right," 

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display. 

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you. 

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress. 

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

[aleafinacup]

Identifying Demons: Ars Goetia

Pretty random thing to attempt but I wanted to try it, mainly thanks to posts by @mintaikcorpse :]]

This is what I got so far and I’m gonna list why I think this is who’s who below the cut (also even if it’s revealed these are wrong or irrelevant I don’t really care that much bc there’s little chance I’m gonna write using the Goetia much

Vassago: Pretty simple start, it’s already confirmed

Raum: Described as an Earl ruling 30 legions of demons, his description mentions him taking the appearance of a crow and he is then also described to “steal treasures out of kings' houses, carrying them where he wishes” — so from the appearance of this bird guy, he seems to really like his gold since his anthropomorphised wing-hands have gold rings all over them

Sitri: Honestly my favourite look out of this group :] a Prince ruling over 60 legions of Demons, he’s one of the few Goetia depicted as having a leopard appearance, alongside griffin wings. Fits pretty perfectly for what’s in the picture

Shax: Marquis having power over 30 legions of Demons (on evil horses apparently) he is depicted as a stork, and I think with the long beak and thin neck that’s what he’s implied to be. His outfit also sort of looks like the uniform dressage riders wear (at least in my eyes) with the black coat and white shirt underneath, so that could potentially cover the “evil horses” thing

Botis: Pretty easy one as not a lot of Goetia appear to be serpent like. A President that commands 60 legions of Demons and depicted as an “ugly viper” aww poor guy :(( I think he’s silly looking

Ipos: Prince that commands 36 legions of Demons. A pretty hard one to figure out, but in this pic he’s very vulture like, so googling “vulture ars Goetia” brought me to Ipos’ page, as he is sometimes described as a vulture (although very rarely, he’s commonly a fuck ton of animals smooshed together)

Buer: President with 50 legions of Demons under his command. This was definitely the toughest one T-T the picture of this lil guy very much yells goat to me but looking through all the Goetia descriptions the only time I could see anything like that was in Buer’s text, which says “He has been described as being a wheel with several legs, or even as a lion head with multiple goat legs.” That was all I got, but given that there’s several Goetia already with lion features, I decided to focus on the singular goat part and leave it at that 💀

It’s fun and definitely satisfying to put names to faces, as for me I like to have things like this tucked away to potentially use in stories

I severely doubt all 72 Goetia are ever going to show up in Helluva or Hazbin, but given how many there are and how plenty of them have a surprising amount of description, there’s a lot of overlap in animal features and I do hope that if any more are shown they aren’t just all birds

Maybe I’ll make another post like these if they get more screen time?

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Own The Pitch -P.G

Dear anon, I had a little trouble whilst writing, I had the "Publish" thing on and not the "Save draft" thing. So when I went to look for a Pablo pic, I pressed the button to "save" my work and it published 😭☠️ I had to delete it!🥴😭 I hope you see this and tell me what you think of the fic😊 I couldn't help but associate this request with Gender Reveal's world.

ALSO KNOWN AS GENDER REVEAL (5)!

Summary: It's time for Helena to own the pitch

You smiled watching your fourth year old daughter, Helena, run around the whole pitch with her father behind her as she tried to "escape" his ticklish hands, her laughter echoing the Camp Nou stadium as the guys celebrated another El Clásico win 5-1.

"Helena María, watch out, hija" You said watching how she stumbled a little not really paying attention to it but keeping on playing with her dad.

"She's crazy for Pablo"

"And she's also crazy for her uncle Pepi" Pedro laughed nodding

"How's baby?" You smile remembering the get together of three weeks ago

"Great! It's really good, other than a few morning sickness, constant cravings and several mood swings, we're incredible" You smiled discretly putting your hand on top of your non-visible stomach

Baby two was 15 weeks old, your tummy wasn't visible, barely starting to appear and it could be appreciated when you were on bra and panties, something that only Pablo got to see being honest and not always in a sexy way.

"What do you think it'll be?"

"A little angry bird has told me that he, along with all of the team, wants it to be a boy" He laughs "And I would like to be a boy too" You smile taking your hand off your stomach "But I won't mind either if it's a girl"

"As long as it's healthy" You nod smiling

"That's the most important thing"

"Mami, I can kick just like papi!" Helena said coming over to you both, high fiving Pedri and kissing his cheek, before grabbing your hand "Wanna see it?"

You wink to Pedri as he smiled ruffling your hair lightly, and you picked Helena up making your way towards where Pablo was playing with the ball

"Next female football player I heard?" He stopped playing looking at you both with a smile on his face

"Amor, you shouldn't-"

"Let me enjoy it while I can" You cut him off talking about lifting Helena up, he raised his hands lightly

"Papá, vamos a enseñarle a mamá mi tiro" She got out of your hold taking the ball from his dad's feet

"Ready, ladybug?" She nods and kicks the ball a little to hard because it goes straight to Pablo's face but he dodged it easily "Maybe try to not hit it that much, Lena" You laughed at his face

She did several times that shot until Ter Stegen came with a smile

"Nice shot, Lena. Think you can do a goal with me in front?" She looks at her dad

"Can I?" Pablo nods smiling

"It's the same like you play with me at home, ladybug. You think you can score against Ter Stegen?" She looks at you

"It's what you and daddy do all the time, bonita" You say smiling at her and then she nodded

"I think I can" She mumbles playing with her fingers while looking at Ter Stegen

"You think?" She furrowed her eyebrows not sensing the playfulness in Marc's words

"I know I can"

"Then let's do this" He clapped his gloved hands and winked at you both.

"Mami, can you tie my hair, please?" She asked after pushing it back several times only for it to end up on her face again. Pablo and you raised your eyebrows at each other surprised.

"She's tying her hair" You said laughing

"She got that from you" He said as you blushed, whenever you got competitive you pulled your hair up in a bun or ponytail.

"THE MISSY IS TYING HER HAIR UP!" One of the guys yelled "THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS!" You looked over and saw Alejandro Balde, being the owner of the attraction of the lads. Pablo joined and started talking to Helena on how to do shoot the ball into the net besides teaching her how to several times.

He spoke it the little girl's ear acting as if they were playing a real match, with the tapping their mouths with their hands and everything.

The guys were forming a circle and they were still a few of the fans recording the moment.

"Whenever you're ready, ladybug" Pablo said stepping backwards to be next to you, hugging you by the waist as you wrapped yourself against him watching your daughter prepare to shot.

She looked behind you and you both did thumbs up, she smiled and ran to kick the ball.

You knew that little girl had power in her legs whenever she kicked while being inside of you.

The ball flew flying hard at first but then it lost force, meaning Ter Stegen could easily stop her ball. But he didn't.

Instead, he throw himself a bit later, acting as he didn't know where it could go and preparing himself for it, to the floor letting the ball pass underneath his body by centimeters. The ball hit the back of the net and instantly roars were heard in the whole stadium. You and Pablo ran towards your babygirl, congratulating her as the guys cheered and hugged you three

"Helena owns the pitch!" Ansu had yell being followed by Robert, Pedri, Alejandro, Eric, Ferran, Torre, Raphinha and soon everyone was chanting it

"Looks like we've got a potential football player in our lives" Pablo said as you smiled nodding watching Helena in Ter Stegen's shoulders

"I never doubted her kicking skills" Pablo laughed knowing what you meant

"Hopefully this one isn't that hard on you"

"Are you kidding? I've got the feeling if it's a boy it'll be worse than ever" Pablo laughs hard once more shaking his head you felt him kiss your cheek

"I can't wait for Baby to be here with us" Pablo murmured as you hummed leaning into him "I can't wait for this to happen over and over again"

Your eyes locked with Helena's, her happy smile instantly making you smile and heart swell in happiness. You loved your family.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello! Can I have a Matchup with a Male please for the event? I'm a 24-year-old straight female who uses she/her. I’m an INFP Libra sun sign with a 9w1 enneagram. I’m a very spacey and forgetful individual who tends to stay more indoors but tries to welcome new experiences wherever I go. I’m the kind of person who remains quiet until I become close with someone then I’m free to be a dork. Building relationships with others isn’t something I pursue unless it occurs naturally. When it comes to my health, sometimes I view myself as limited because of my disease even when that is not true. I worry that I’m too much for people when it comes to my passions. I try to make jokes or sassy comebacks, but I'm not that clever when it comes to that. I second-guess myself a lot too, but I usually push that aside and dive into whatever my choice was. I’ve also been described as generous, childish, excitable, playful, mischievous, stubborn, and imaginative. I may not know how bad situations can get but I always try to bring comfort to other people. Plus, I want to improve my health by getting physically fit. Currently, I'm hoping to find work as a librarian. My love language is a tie between physical touch and quality time! I love the idea of cuddling in bed with my partner as we exchange kisses. I might also like words of affirmation, but I have a hard time accepting praise. As for my giving love language, I think it would be acts of service because I want to be both a strong partner for them and do little things to ease their mind.

Likes: Drawing, designing costumes, walking, animals, soft blankets, notebooks, the smell of home-baked food and a campfire, going somewhere new, the supernatural, true crime, animated movies, cosplay, anime/cartoons, sweets, working in archives, libraries, friends, and family.

Dislikes: Rude disrespectful people, loud noises like fireworks, my personal space being invaded, narcissists. People who don’t value others.

I hope this isn’t too much information. Sorry in advance if it is.📚

Hello!

I thought of a few characters, but as a matchmaker I would set you on a blind date with...

William Vangeance

William is a quiet, gentle person despite being a Magic Knight captain. And he is a deeply empathetic person despite his crimes; in fact, it was his nature that tries to understand others that ultimately contributed to him not being able to choose between his friend (Patri) and his mentor (Julius). Though the situation was complex and nuanced, he doesn't claim that he wasn't in the wrong, but felt deep gratitude to Julius for giving him another chance.

He is also a little bit shy and awkward when it comes to personal relations. As a knight and a captain? He can work around that paradigm without an issue, but when it comes to opening up to a person about who he is himself, as William, that is more difficult.

He's also able to understand feeling restricted because of a condition, because his scar has left a mark on him, and he does harbour insecurities about it still. So, he'd very much appreciate if his spouse would understand that aspect of life as well. That it's not always that easy.

His childhood didn't also allow much for mischief or being playful, so a spouse who can be a little bit quirky around him and with who he can learn to be a little bit silly, will bring light to his soul. He also enjoys spending time in the garden, and has bird feeders around, so that there are always animals around the base as companions, but despite of it he's not exactly an outdoors-y person, but prefers to stay inside.

The library and archives of the Golden Dawn would be at your disposal, because he'd like to make your time there as comfortable as possible. He is very much about giving and providing, especially now that he is in a position to do so. And partially because he knows that he has done wrong, he'd appreciate a spouse who can help him see the bright side of the situation.

As a way of showing his affection, he'd pick up poetry to try and give you words of affirmation that you deserve. Because he doesn't want a day go by where you don't know just how much he loves and cares for you.

William would be a soft person who'd try to work around your boundaries and what you're comfortable with, while trying to figure out how to express himself in the beginning. But once things get rolling, you'd see just how caring and gentle he can be. Sometimes it is similarities that attract, though you do have some differences between yourselves as well to mix things up ;)

[rileytwenty]

Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

MASTERLIST/PLAYLIST/PICS

Chapter 1

Out in the forest, it was too easy to pretend that everything was perfect. Within the Nantangs' calls and the Ritis' chirping and the Pa'lis stamping about, peace was not hard to find.

Leyra could forget about her life in the village for a few fleeting seconds here and there. But then the little reminders, such as her particularly makeshift bow, or her ratty clothes, or her unusual white skin, would send her crashing back into her reality like a tidal wave.

Said reality included spending most of her days alone, with trees for friends and bugs for company. Her father, the only clan member who would willingly converse with her, spent all his days hunting or planning hunts as Jake Sully's--the Omatikaya Olo'ektan's--second in command.

Sometimes she liked her father's position. She'd get a heads up on where not to go to avoid the hunting parties and training sessions, and he'd occasionally come home with interesting drama for her regarding the other clan members.

Her mother had died on the frontlines of the Battle of the Tree of Souls. She had been an amazing warrior, well-renowned in the clan. Leyra's father won't say it outright, but her mother had been devastated when she was born. A perfect warrior giving birth to an albino freak show. She didn't have to live with the shame for long, as she died only one month after Leyra had been born.

Her father had been an amazing parent to her, supporting her and taking care of her the best that he could under Mo'at's rules. He brought her portions of the meals to eat separate from the clan so she could avoid the stares and whispers that still occurred even though she was bordering on seventeen.

Over time, the forest had become her safe space where she spent most of her time, despite the amount of times it had almost killed her. Though, she had learned a lot through experience and developed her own way of surviving in it.

Currently, she was perched in a tree beside some harmless little birds and was watching the Pa'li stampede around and drink nectar.

The sound of twigs snapping caught both her attention and that of the Pa'li. Another crunch had the horse-like creatures herding themselves away from the source of the sound. Leyra leaned back to look around the tree and see what animal had made the sound, only to find a young Na'vi boy stumbling his way through the underbrush.

He must be lost, she thought. Hopping down from the tree soundlessly, she approached the young boy.

"Hello," she spoke softly, startling the boy only a bit. "My name is Leyra," she flicked her finger away from her face in Na'vi greeting, "are you lost?"

Unbeknownst to them both, Neteyam had already spotted them, but kept his distance as he was surprised to see such a different-looking Na'vi teen.

The little boy returned the gesture sheepishly and muttered a, "yes, very."

She let out a small giggle at his honesty. "What were you doing out this far in the forest in the first place?"

"Neteyam agreed to take us kids out to see the hunters train, but I got distracted by a bug and was separated."

"Ah, I see. Would you like me to take you back to the village or to the training grounds?"

"You know the way?" He was bewildered. Leyra found it refreshing to speak to someone who had no hatred or pity or really any opinion of her at all.

"Yes, of course I do. I am not lost at all, I never am."

"Wow. But how? The forest all looks the same everywhere!"

"There are differences. I can teach you once you're older, if you want. That way, you'll never get lost again."

"Yes, please! Umm, could you take me back to the village? I sure would like to see my mom."

"Of course. It's this way, let's go."

The kid grabbed her hand, and it startled her. No one had made skin to skin contact with her in a long time. She tried to play it off and gripped his hand in return, which made him smile at her. It all but melted her fragile heart.

"There you are, Zi'um!" Neteyam finally emerged from the brush, a serious look on his face meant to scold the boy.

"Neteyam!" The boy leapt into the future Olo'ektan's arms. Neteyam chuckled, picking him up and holding the youngster over his hip.

Once the boy had comfortably settled, Neteyam's focus drifted to Leyra. He kept asking himself, since when had there been a white Na'vi in the clan? Had he really been so busy as to not notice such an extraordinary being? "Hello."

His presence was making her sweat. Her father always told her to avoid unnecessary attention, and here the future Olo'ektan was, trying to hold a conversation with her. "Hello, Neteyam."

Her voice was softer and nicer than he had been expecting from such an unusual creature. "Do I know you?"

"Oh, uh, no. I don't think you would. I just know of you, with you being the up-and-coming Olo'ektan and all."

He cursed himself for assuming they had met before and making things awkward for her. He had forgotten that his name was a well-known one. "Oh, right, yes. I think I would have remembered someone who looks like you."

A light blush tinted her cheeks in embarrassment and she looked down. Even the Olo'ektan's son was making fun of her. There really was no end to it all.

Neteyam took her blush to mean that his half-flirting attempt at pointing out her Eywa-given beauty had worked, and that she was flustered by his charm. He was, on this rare occasion, very wrong.

"Walk with us back to the village?"

Leyra was puzzled by him offering this after he had just insulted her, but she knew better than to try to disobey him. "Alright."

The three started off towards the mountain village entrance. Neteyam shushed at Zi'um, who was now whimpering about seeing his mother and apologizing for wandering off. Neteyam reassured him on both accounts.

Leyra enjoyed getting to see the soft interaction between them. People usually reserved their worst selves for when she was near.

Not long into the journey, the emotionally exhausted child fell asleep in the warrior's arms.

"What were you doing out in the forest, all alone?" Neteyam questioned her in a whisper once he was sure Zi'um was going to stay asleep.

"Oh, I-" she wasn't sure of what response he was expecting, "I was exploring, like usual."

"So, you spend a lot of your time in the forest, then?"

Yes, her father dropped her off to the forest floor on his ikran each morning after breakfast and picked her up each evening in time for dinner. "Yes, practically every day. I like having only the forest for company."

Neteyam hummed, intrigued by her response. In his eyes, the forest was a beautiful ecosystem best watched from afar. Too many dangers lurked just beyond one's line of vision. It was definitely a great circle, one that he was a part of, and it provided the clan with shelter and food. Though, he much preferred to look down on it from his ikran rather than from on the ground.

Leyra resisted the urge to ask him what exactly his indistinct hum had meant. Silence fell over the pair, and Leyra savored the adorably relaxed expression on the young boy's sleeping face.

She was smiling at the boy's face when Neteyam turned to look at her, wondering what she was thinking about in the silence. She averted her eyes upon making eye contact with him, the smile quickly fading.

Though, not before Neteyam saw it. And he decided he liked her smile.

They continued until they reached the bottom of the cave entrance and Neteyam called for his ikran to take himself and the boy up to basecamp.

As he mounted himself and Zi'um onto the animal, he opened his mouth to say something to Leyra, but nothing came out.

He didn't want her to walk off again and continue being alone in the forest. He knew firsthand how dangerous that was. Though, he could tell by her slightly turned away body that she had no interest in returning to the base with them.

"Be safe," he settled on, accompanied by a sturdy nod.

She smiled at him, but it wasn't like the smile he had gotten a glimpse of before. This was polite, obligatory.

"You too, Neteyam."

[canonicallysoulmates]

Jared JIB13 Saturday Panel

He jumps right into questions and so will we...

Do he and Jensen drive around the Impala's or do they mostly stay in the garage?

Baby bro, his Impala, is in his garage in Austin next to the picture of him on a horse from French Mistake. He says he has to take a pic of that and tweet it, that they both got the Impala's restored and his got finished first but it's not registered yet in America so it's still a Canadian vehicle which is weird because it was born in America in Detroit but it go registered in Canada. In order for him to be able to drive it he has to get it registered but they will certainly go road trip. And he does a Jensen impression saying, "I love baby" 😂 x

Why does he think Sam only had one son?

He jokingly says Sam only had one son that he knew of 😉 But he thinks Sam did all right, in his opinion the reason he only had one son is that when Sam and Dean were both alive Sam had a questionable history as far as success and failures go when it comes to loved ones so to speak, you know his first love was on fire on the ceiling, his next was a werewolf, then a demon that makes you start the apocalypse so he thinks Sam had a child and he tried to not mess it up. He does truly believe that we'll see Sam and Dean ride again in the version of Sam and Dean that are played by he and Jensen but in the mean time he thinks Sam thought 'I've been through enough, this kid is healthy, ten fingers ten toes, I'm gonna honor my brother' so that's where he went. x

How does he think Sam dealt with his hell trauma through all of the years?

The way he played it, and the way he thought it- there's a funny thing being an actor on a show, especially a show that you've done for an ep or two or 3 because he thinks it's cumulative, it grows on each other. Every episode you do in a tv show, if you care, is like a brick. So episode 1 you get a brick, ep 2 you get another brick, ep 3 you might get 3 more bricks, and so on and so forth and there are some really pivotal episodes where you get a whole brick wall like I Know What You Did Last Summer, Changing Channels, the Simon Said one for him was very funny, Fresh Blood, Sacrifice. Sacrifice, he feels he put up an entire wall and poured some more foundation on the floor to build another wall. And so by the time they got to hell!sam you just kinda have to do the best you can, and say okay here's the house of Sam.

And he feels like this, and for people that he hasn't been able to talk to about mental health directly, he tries to think of himself and everybody else as a mountain and so you're a mountian and sometimes you look up and it's a cloudy sky or it's raining or thundering, the next day could be the most beautiful day you've ever seen so don't commit to that thunderous lightning sky. And vice versa if it's beautiful and there's rainbows and birds and you're like everyting's great and it's gonna be that way forever in a week it might be a very shitty day so things change, and that's not dissimilar to how to tell the story of a character so when he played hell Sam all of that was there and it was really though, it's hard to go there, and he thinks a lot of actors and actresses are really well equipped to play a scene like that they can kinda just go into it and come out of it feeling fine, but for him it stayed with him for a little bit, and he thinks it's because it was theraputic for him because there was some stuff he had to deal with and so he explored it.

He's really grateful for his friend Sam, he got to explore a lot of stuff that he would've failed at so he's happy to have had that relationship for 15yrs and hopefully again but all those aspects were there, and still are there if you think about it, he can go back and play hell Sam tomorrow, and he might, he hopes to. x

In a previous panel he mentioned stoicism, could he talk more about it?

The question that he had been asked in said previous panel where he mentioned stoicism was who would he like to sit down to have a meal with, and he says his first thought is that right now he'd love to talk to his grandpa that died before he was born.

He feels he's learned quite a bit about stoicism. He'd love to delve into it he thinks the perceived peace, and not that stoicism is being peaceful, but he thinks it's finding the peace and that has been a journey for him. Again the mountain, the clouds change but remain your own mountain and stay peaceful and pacifist and this too shall pass, so he thinks maybe one of the things he loved about learning about stoicism at just an elementary level that he'd love to keep exploring is how to keep seeking peace wherever you are. x

Does he get his hair permed?

He doesn't get it permed. He shares a cute story about how his hair now is very long because he hasn't had a haircut since wrapping up filming on Walker s3, which happened 3 days after the last JIB back at the end of February, he's had long hair before, obviously, but this is a short hair haircut that has grown out so he doesn't know how to do it, and so he got to the green room that morning and went to Jensen and told him he was fucked because he has hair product for short hair now and he didn't know what to do, and he didn't want to put on his beanie all day long but Jensen told him he might have something and saved his ass as Dean saves Sam's ass many times. Jensen always taking care of his boy 🥰 And if I want to headcanon that Jensen styled Jared's hair nobody can stop me. x

Has the why did uncle Jensen kill mommy talk happened?

It hasn't. He and G have watched some Walker with the kids so it's more why did dad want you killed if he's the producer, but there's something really funny that he feels, and people have asked many times if he's watched SPN with his kids, and his kind of canned answer is they're not old enough to see all that blood but they are, or that they can't see love scenes which they can they get it, it's more he has such a deep and abidding love for SPN and Sam and Dean and C and all the other characters that he doesn't want to watch SPN with the kids casually. He will watch SPN with his kids, he will watch every single ep with them but when he does so he wants to be able to pause and say 'hey here are the archetypes, here are the storylines, here are the tropes, here's why the storyline is going this way because soon it might go that way' basically he wants to able to explain it to them. This is something he's gone through with Tom about like Harry Potter or Star Wars and what's the hero's journey and the speedbumbs along the way. But he will watch it with them and he's sure he will get that question, and hopefully he'll have an answer by then. x

The next fan thanks him for Walker Independence and asks him what his favorite bit was

His favorite bit was attempting to give a voice to the stories that haven't been told yet, it's still an open wound but he's so proud of the cast, the storylines, the characters. It's one of those bummers when he has to remind himself that he's a talking monkey, we all are and sometimes it works out where the people who do or don't decide to pay for you to do another season do or don't decide to pay for it. He couldn't be more proud of the show, the stories, actors and actresses, characters, and he hopes we see more of it somehow. x

Does he have any birthday traditions?

He doesn't have a tradition, honestly when he turned 18 he was filming on Gilmore Girls. When he grew up they had birthday parties but once he moved to LA he believes between his birthday in 2018 and his birthday in 2005 when he turned 22-23, he thinks he was on set for like 12 of his 15 birthdays just filming, and he tells another really sweet Jensen story about how when they were filming Wendigo, it was like the 4th day of filming and it was his birthday and he didn't tell anyone but Jensen found out somehow and surprised him by having the crew sing him happy birthday and get him birthday cake 💕

"Ackles somehow or another found out that it was my birthday. And I think this was like day 4 of filming Wendigo, and I didn't say anything I was like, whatever I'm 23 it is what it is, I'm here to work and then when lunch happened I think Jensen was like 'hey, we're gonna rehearse the next scene before we break for lunch' and I was like okay, cool and so I went back into the set to rehearse and they had a birthday cake for me. I guess he had found out it was my birthday and had them all sing happy birthday to me and had them bring me a birthday cake."

This is so precious 🥹

Anyways, he doesn't really have a birthday tradition, if he were to have a tradition it's that he and G try to go to Italy every summer, and she's currently there so they're gonna spend the week there and try to celebrate this week. x

What's a scene between Sam and C that he would have liked to have seen on the show?

Two part answer to a one part question, he really loves the scene directed by Richard Speight with Sam and Sully, and he loves that Sam had an outlet in Sully to kinda talk about what he wouldn't talk to Dean about, and we're all in those relatonships where the person you care most about it's not that you lie to them but you don't tell them how stressed, or worried, or tired you are so he would have loved to see a scene between Sam and C where Sam thanks C for being there for Dean when Sam can't. With all due respect, that's a no from me. x

Has he heard his french voice in SPN? The actor who dubbed him also dubs Matt Damon and Patrick Dempsey! Also, does he find it weird to hear a foreign voice coming from him?

He finds it really fucking cool. He met in Barcelona, maybe 11yrs ago, the actor who dubbed him. He loves it, he thinks it's so cool. His first experience ever hearing himself dubbed was when he was in Beijing, China back in 2006. They had just finished s1, and he and his buddy who was there were unpacking, and they had the tv on and he heard the trailer for some tv show in the background and his friend started freaking out and told him to look and when Jared looked at the tv it was him in s1. So '06 or '07, he doesn't remember, in the summer he went to China and saw it dubbed in Mandarin, and he found it the coolest thing that's ever happened in his life. Says that if anybody wants to dub him, in any language, DM him, he loves it.

He'd love to watch it, and to meet the performer who does it in French as well. x

What's the secret to his and Jensen's brotherhood?

This questions is possibly a version of his favorite question that could ever be asked about SPN. The main thing he can say is that whatever you see on camera though Jensen and he were playing Sam and Dean Winchester they weren't faking shit. It was real to them and it was and still is an amazing life lesson that you get out of something what you put into it, if you half ass something whether it's a friendship, marriage, profession, diet, excercise routine, you're gonna get half-assed results. If you go 'fuck it, i'm all in and if I get hurt I get hurt and I'll abandon ship and do something else' and they went all in like he thinks sometimes he can think about when that moment happened but he thinks both he and Jensen just went like 'you know what this is found family, could be found family'.

Maybe Jensen turns out to be an asshole, maybe he (Jared) turns out to be an asshole and if that happens then he can reverse and put his guards back up and say this guy is a jerk or vice versa Jensen can say he's a jerk about him, but they both just kinda went all right I'm gonna trust you, they didn't say the words but they had that kind of non verbal communication and went after it, and he to this day loves the guy like a brother. And there are ups and downs, somebody goes through something in their life and he'll speak for himself sometimes when he's super stressed out he can be a little curt, a little maybe caustic, snarky or sarcastic and his buddies around him have to be like 'hey, you're kind of being a dick are you alright?' and he'll go 'no i'm not alright im going through this' but having that trust- he knows he and Jensen found that with SPN in Sam and Dean, and he loves their relationship like he wants that for his sons. He doesn't want the rebar but he wants them to rely on each other.

That he heard a great quote: parents leave us too soon, we're not around long enough for our children, siblings are the ones we go through life with. And he thinks siblings can mean anything, if you're an only child, it's your friend, it's your buddy, you need a partner, you need two people in that rowboat. It doesn't need to be somebody who's there everyday but somebody you can go to, and you might not agree all the time but life is not about agreement otherwise why go through life if you have nothing to learn, if everything you say is right, so he thinks they just trust each other and he doesn't know why but they held each others careers in each others hands and were like 'I got you, you got me? Yeah. All right let's get to work'. ❤️

On SPN G was like the demon on his shoulder, on Walker she's like the angel on his shoulder what did he like best demon G or angel G?

Storyline wise he loved demon G. Says, he's a weird guy, he's a nice guy but he's a weird guy because he loves being around people he loves and trusts that are intelligent when he grew up, in High School he was into debating so sometimes he wants to say something not because he means it but because he trusts somebody else's intellect and he wants to hear their reaction and response and he hopes they'll want to hear his as well so he'll say something like he thinks lights should be outlawed and we should go back to candles because this is bad for the enviroment and someone will counter reply he likes the minutia, he likes the back and forth, he likes conflict, conflict is what storytelling is about often and it's whatever the reminder of after conflict has been settled it's whatever the reminder is that teaches the audience and to an extent the performers what the whole scene was about in the first place, it's never what you think it's about. So, he likes that but as far as angel G in Walker it's been fun to show her off to his Austin cast and crew, especially during the covid days when no one else was allowed so he guesses he should say angel G, Emily, so she can come back to s4. x

...I could say something but I'm not going to....

Last question, was he able to sight see in Poland?

He answers that he finally got to his motherland Poland and it was amazing. He had a great time, he was there for 9 days but it was for a USO tour so everyday he was at a different base so not a lot of sight seeing but he saw a lot, he saw a lot of the country. The fan asks if he got to see any of the beaches, he did not, they were inland the whole time he didn't even know they had beaches. He also didn't get to see Katowice which is where his grandparents are from but he'll go back, he wants to go back; it was a lot of trying to give back to people who were in the front lines of the Ukraine-Russia conflict so there wasn't a whole lot of time for traffic or tourism but he can't wait to go back, he had a great time, loved the people. x

Jared JIB13 Saturday

[lexicorp]

Sesil is /very/ antisocial

He would rather stab himself Juliet style than talk to another person for more than two sentences (very dramatic boio lol)

Would prefer to be beak deep reading romantic dramas and yell at the pages as the ppl do stupid things, as well as those mideavle (can't spell djdbdjbd) fantasy novels

He is a writer himself, and the times when he does have to deal with people for publisher or art for the book or movie people: he is VERY dismissive and stiff on how he does things and acknowledges people. The blunt and doesn't understand sarcasm type, and would usually jus get offended or confused/annoyed

His sense of humor is /ironically/ very irony based though

Things that are absurd or contradictory, so it's kinda the silliness of this dude saying how stupid something is while finding it funny. Or jus deadpanned humor when he tries to attempt sarcasm, which then other ppl don't pick up usually.

But yeh, his dismissiveness and tendency to not recognize someone getting particularly attached to him and then being freaked out when he realizes: is something that Moe hates, cuz it reminds them of their fellow gods who abandoned them

Moe is the MR demigod of space, dealing with gravitational forces, matter, etc

as a young god he was manipulated by nix, the chaos god, to engage in rather damaging activities to say the least

they became out of control with solar systems out of wack, flinging planets everywhere, to there being too many black holes or strange matter. the balance of order and chaos was tipped, so Pheo, god of order, created a containment cube for Moe.

Moe's memory was selectively wiped and power restricted to their box, while Pheo took their role outside. Moe was very childish, and still holds a disconnect empathically to people having been extremely isolated and abandoned by their peers. Itri, demi god of Time, visits the most, although it is hard for them to keep track how far apart their visits are at times as they are clouded by timelines.

presently and related to the last pic, Moe had managed to learn how to move their containment field and found a planet. they watched the people below and sesil was the first in their scrolling to stick out.

Moe saw sesil constantly push others away and appear rather cold, and that annoyed them with how badly they craved companionship.

so Moe took it upon themself to push this introverted bird to be a social bird and pressures him to be more blatantly friendly to people. they often teleport sesil up to their cube to have more of a talk or just to have a little fun. Sesil just really wants to be left alone sjfbjdbfjd

buuuut yeah they got problems, and the other gods needa figure they shite out lel

As for Viv, they are gonna be a barista who is a constant presence at the small coffee shop sesil frequents

It's one of those small places with wood or loveseat style chairs with checkers/chess boards

Sesil gets the same thing each time, tho sometimes Viv can convince him to try something else other than a vanilla cold brew lol

He's usually there to write for a bit after taking a walk in the woods, and maybe play some chess against himself- to which Viv pops over on a break sometimes to bug him with a challenge.

Viv is a very bubbly, will talk to anyone type, but appreciates sesils rather chill energy and doesn't view his standoffishness as rude

Also has a fear of large bodies of water, and gets a bit embarrassed by it since she loves the rain

Buuuut yeh, their story would be mainly around those two and Moe having a bit of a breakdown untill the two actually come together and itri collect his crazed tail XD

[nepsah]

day 12 ! this is... a cropped vers of the full pic bc i think narrowing it down to this is better than including um... more of the trees??? the sky?? idk. its all the same shade of purple anyway /shrug

im soooooo not used to drawing stuff like this but how else do u get skills:tm:

When you are more aware of yourself again, you realize that Tsoji (it must be Tsoji) has stuck something to your chest. A bracelet has been secured around your wrist as well, with a small metal disk that rests over the visible veins. Tsoji is driving. The sun is setting. Atsia notices that you are ‘awake’ and pats one of your knees gently.

“Those are to monitor your heart rate,” he says with a nod to your wrist. You were staring at it too obviously. “You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to, but it… it’ll make it easier for us to tell if something’s wrong.”

You don’t understand. What could be wrong…?

Atsia’s expression takes on that pitying smile that you can’t decide if you hate (since when did you have opinions like that?). He pats your knee again- oh–... you asked that out loud, didn’t you?

“We’ve noticed that it’s a little hard to tell when you’re upset. The monitor is just to help us see that sooner so that we can avoid any more dissociation episodes if possible,” Atsia says. 

“I don’t- what is diss-disso-” you struggle to pronounce the word. Your tongue feels heavy and unwieldy. Did you lose time again?

“It’s… it’s like when your mind kind of… leaves your body for a little while. Everyone does it a little bit, but doing it too much is usually a sign that something’s wrong,” Atsia explains. He seems more worried about upsetting you with each word.

Was it dissociating when you settled back-seat in Tsoji’s mind, in the hospital?

Are all the times that you’ve lost time dissociating? Where did you go?

Tsoji looks back over his shoulder at the two of you. That alone is enough to make Atsia give your knee another squeeze.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s normal for someone who’s had a really traumatic incident to do it,” his voice is soft and soothing. The purple-orange haze of his aura stretches out over you, coating you in a comforting blanket. He… he really, truly wants you to feel better. Again, as always, it’s baffling to you. Shouldn’t you be used to that by now? You know them both to be kinder than you thought was ever possible.

You still don’t really understand… but as you sit in the confusion, rethinking every time you seem to have disappeared from existence only to ‘wake up’ in a different situation than you last remember, a growing sensation of fear pools in your belly. How much time have you lost? And what were you doing when you lost it?

Slowly, your hand slides over Atsia’s that is still connected to your knee. Your fingers hook around his palm, allowing him to squeeze the tops of your knuckles with this thumb. You are trembling, the heart monitor is beeping with increasing frequency. (They are both concerned.) You lock eyes with Atsia - the same black eyes as Tsoji’s yet somehow less all-devouring.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask. Even to you it’s plain from the wavering tone that you are terrified of the answer.

The vehicle slows to a stop. The three of you rock gently forward when it finally stops moving. Tsoji spins his driving seat around slowly. All around you, the sounds of the forest creep in. Wind whistling through trees, birds you cannot see singing to each other, and the far off cry of something you don’t know the name of. It feels like an eternity of silence coated in background sound goes by before they finally, finally answer.

“You’ve never hurt anyone,” Atsia says. His voice is soft, barely a whisper over the sounds of nature and your own overactive heart.

Tsoji moves closer to the two of you. Reaches out to take hold of your other hand. Gives it a little squeeze.

“But I remember-” your mouth protests. 

Tsoji shakes his head, and the words die in your mouth before they finish leaving. “You scared people. You didn’t hurt them.”

“But you wanted-” your mouth starts and this time it is you who clamps your mouth shut with an audible click. Pain shoots through your tongue as it is sliced by your teeth- too slow to get out of the way. It’s only a small nick, but the taste of blood fills your mouth anyway.

The twins share looks. Tsoji’s conflicting emotions swell and then burst into guilt. He drops his gaze, but does not drop your hand. “I’m sorry, Kiki. I was… it was, and is dangerous to be out here. I didn’t want to move you before you were ready. I wasn’t sure that what happened wouldn’t happen again and be worse.”

[mia-it-is]

Mias nightshift journal

So I only had time for one cup of coffee before I left for yet another nightshift🤣

Thank god it wasn't a small cup of coffee😜

As im making this post, it is 05:15am and boy has it been another shift 🤦

Not much has happened, most residents have been nice so far. But one in particular is having a hard time @sup-r-nova I will definitely rant to u in a second 🤪

I feel sorry for the resident, but at night time at a nursing home there's really not a lot to do to help them - especially if they don't want your help🙃

I haven't had any time to crochet at all, and I even brought the blanket I'm making for bf. So sadly no craft pics tonight 😅

But a little under two hours to go and I'll be free as a bird

I say as if I don't have three nightshifts next week as well lol

Hope u guys slept/sleep well. I am sure to hit the bed as soon as I get out of here. No working out this morning lmao

[poognthebrainbois]

🍄 🍐 and or 💬?

(All 3, let's go!)

🍄 - How did you get your system name?

Okay so technically a friend of ours thought of it.

But:

We've since extrapolated meaning from it that I will now share with you all.

For a little context: we grew up with musical theatre. We were majoring in it at university. And singing has always been important in our life. So in a general sense, we knew it had to be something surrounding that. Anyway,

I can't find it but we wrote a whole thing once about how

the concept of a songbook is a collection of a performer's go-to songs for auditions and such, and how some they may know much better than others, but they're all meaningful in some way to the performer, and each song helps showcase a different aspect of that person's abilities, and shows what they value and the versatility of the person. A performer will often take out old songs that no longer fit or serve them, and add new songs that they've only recently learned, but every song was once a part of the book. And I feel the same way about our system. We're all songs in the Songbook, and some of us are very new, and some of us have seen our worst and best moments. But we're all part of the same book, and we're all important for our own reasons.

That, and we've actually met and/or gotten to know a lot of headmates through singing.

While we were at school, we used to lock ourself in a practice room in the music building and do karaoke by ourself.

Specific songs had meaning/hit hard for some headmates, who would either have picked the song for that purpose, or have come to front during the song without even realizing. It's such a surreal experience.

🍐 - Are there any nonhuman headmates (in the system)?

Yes! Several! That number actually used to be much higher.

We've got a couple vampires, a couple werewolves, a couple introjects of dnd/LARP characters that are very unique (mostly elves but also some more obscure races). Uuummm... We have various magic users? Not sure if that counts... Some fae-adjacent people. A couple pure animals (A cat, a wolf, and a bird), a demon, a couple Time Lords, aaaaand whatever the hell Yakko Warner is.

💬 - Free space! Talk about anything!

OKAY SO

A number of us/our headmates have personal Spotify playlists and/or Pinterest boards. And I would absolutely love to link them for you if you want.

Also! We made a Google Slide Presentation about each of the headmates our friends were likely to meet!

Each headmate has 4 slides.

An Introductory Slide, containing basic information like name/pronouns as well as a little blurb about who they are/what they're like, and other info like system role, indicators when fronting, and likes and dislikes (sometimes containing positive/negative triggers).

A "faceclaim" Slide (we don't usually use the word faceclaim), which is covered in mostly Picrews or personal art of the headmate, to get a sense of what they look like.

An Aesthetics Slide, compiling a lot of stuff from their Pinterest board if they have one. Outfits and aesthetics indicative of their color pallete, Pinterest quotes, things of that nature.

Aaand a Miscellaneous Slide! Most of these are just a bunch of tumblr posts that "fit the vibe". Also other various memes, or pics dreamed "not sophisticated enough" for the Aesthetics Slide.

Another key feature of these slides is that everyone's slides are their favorite color, and the Introductory Slide is typed out in a font that either matches their vibes or is similar to their handwriting.

An example (that's probably outdated) can be seen in this post (cw aro discourse).

As always, feel free to ask whatever questions you want!!! Fill that inbox!!!

Thanks for asking/reading! :)

[klonoadreams]

Scarnoa gives me cryptid vibes. Like, people just post pictures of them posing with her whenever they come across her in her chaotic journey through Paldaea.

I think she's even more of a cryptid than Brie, which says a lot, because Brie was that weird kid you bump into at night sometimes, but I think in her case, you have insomniac piers running into her (or vice versa), raihan dropping in to check up. And then there's Leon, who KEEPS FINDING HER WHEN LOST.

Scarnoa tho, she's on her lonesome, and the chances of your paths crossing with her is highly up to chance, unless you ACTIVELY seek her out to have her stay in one place...or you are Arven. Because Koraidon wants sandwiches from Arven. :V

Meanwhile Nemona can easily track down Scarnoa through the League, but also, Miraidon knows Koraidon's scent and sometimes, they get the ZOOMIES, and oops - tackled to the ground , sorry - Miraidon always lights up around Koraidon. I guess they're feeling lonely??

Anyways Scarnoa is like full on chaotic cryptid that you just HAVE to take a selfie with if you run into her. Some of the photos her Rotom Phone has taken, includes her constant wipe outs on her Koraidon "this is hard" followed by the comments on that "that's a weird fucking Cyclizar" "HEY MA, IT'S A WEIRD FUCKING CYCLIZAR - IT'S LIKE NEMONA'S"

Scarnoa literally walking into a flock of Flamigo and somehow, SCARING THEM OFF because she just reached out and GRABBED a Flamigo, and then football (the american one that causes confusion outside of the States) carried it in her arms, while teh Flamigo was looking all over the place, SO CONFUSED, LIKE ????????

Arven saw all of it in real time, just "You just grabbed a Flamigo."

"Is that hard?" Not really - BUT THEY CAN KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.

Scarnoa just wanted the pink flamingo bird, and they KEPT avoiding her, that's how she ended up following a flock into the marsh area. HOW she didn't aggro them, no one knows, because their usual response is to "ATTACK ON SIGHT"

Anyways, then there's the shiny Smoliv she found like "FOUND THIS LITTLE GUY" not knowing it's shiny, just, "I'm naming him Manzanilla. Wait, why is that other Smoliv different" and comments are "BRO THAT'S A SHINY"

HAve another bird she just grabbed - it's a Wattrel. And it's literally to stunned to shock her. SHE JUST KEEPS GRABBING THE BIRDS> And then just strokes their feathers, and they LET IT HAPPEN. because it feels nice, but what the FUCK

She also has a Baby Tinkatink, like "hey, did somebody lose an egg?" a few days later "OH SHIT - " freshly hatched baby. Thankfully, she was right by a Pokemon Center to get some help for that, like baby formula and a carebook. Because unlike the games, this baby does NOT have its little hammer. "here's some starting scrap for the little one."

makes the shoddiest hammer around five days after hatching, but she's PROUD of it. "Baby's first hammer"

Lots of progress updates for her team, she's happy with them. :V

sometimes you also get "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" pics and shortly after "I love them."

apart from pics, there are ALSO video recordings of it, again, she's just super weird. That it's just "oh, you're that new trainer, huh? mind if we take a picture?"

and the caption is "guess who i found"

"CRYPTID SPOTTED"

most chaotic trainer, and yet mostly everyone is surprised that she isn't expressive...

Until Arven's Rotom Phone took the snap during a sandwich session, and right on social media and it's like "AYO"

he never really notices because Arven barely pays attention to social media beyond just posting his shit and leaving like some sort of cryptid. :V

from one cryptid (IRL) to another (ONLINE)

[lucifersmockingbird]

Animal Magick - Tezcatlipoca

Yes, I know, another one.

Animal Magick is one of my main practices, I devote my life to aid animals. This went to extra levels when Tezcatlipoca claimed his place in my life (he didn't ask he just sat here and I was like: oh. oh gods. okay, this is-- wow). A hummingbird passed away in my hands after I picked him up from the ground, I saw a woodpecker in the CITY (I've NEVER seen one), I had an eagle so close I could see its colors, black wasps, etc. Now, let me tell you the story of her, a Xōchiquetzal butterfly.

(that's the only pic I took of her jsjshs)

I found her when I was walking my dog. She was on the ground trying to fly but she just couldn't. Nothing was wrong with her wings, she look okay.

But I've seen birds getting pretty bad endings just because they where in a human's way. And I saw her battle for a long time, I knew a car would squish her or a human would, to keep her in a book.

I'm a professional butterfly catcher (I love moths and butterflies since I was a kid), so picking her up was rather easy. I took her home, offered some water and fruits but she wouldn't fly. My mom told me to euthanize her, but I wanted to give her a chance. Something told me to. I kept her in my room, gave her water and fruit and just letting her rest, checking from time to time if she was able to fly or not.

So I let her in the altar of a spirit I love dearly and his physical representation are moths and, well, butterflies. She wasn't getting better, but she also wasn't getting worse. She trusted me enough to get on my hands and arms, jog around and eat.

Second night, she batted her wings a little bit more and after a few falls she flew in my room. I was HAPPY AS FUCK. Animals only came to me to die or find a home, but sheeee, she was built different. Butterflies are extremely hard to take care of and I was afraid I would mess up BUT SHE LIVED AND SHE WAS FLYING, and she was soooo beautiful.

Next day, I set her free again. I hope that, even if it was just for a day, she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her wings again. Now every time I see a Xōchiquetzal butterfly I like to think that's her.

She found life. One day she will die, but she enjoyed the light again.

[breadboylovin]

8, 15, and 38 for the ask game :]

8: Want any tattoos?

tattoos are another thing that idk if ill ever get... the fact that theyre permanent scares me >___< but if i did get one itd be a tramp stamp of the ouroboros. i just like snakes and the ouroboros is sooooo me. after my tropical marine bio class in belize my classmates were also talking about getting matching tattoos of our favorite animals we saw and i wouldnt mind having a stoplight parrotfish tattoo (my pic of one below <3)

15: Favorite movie

idk if i have a definitive Favorite so ill just show my top 4 on letterboxd

spirited away is one of the two ghibli movies that my anime sword biker uncle pirated for my sister and i so i love it dearly. anyone who followed me two years ago knows how i feel about the lost boys. the lion king has some of the most incredible color palettes ive seen in an animated movie and the songs are just fantastic. baby driver has incredible action and it makes me mad that the two main actors are fucking creeps (but i always pirate it to watch it so theyre not getting any of my money LOL)

38: My childhood career choice

i honestly dont remember what i wanted to be as a little little kid... probably a paleontologist since my sister and i loved reading this one dinosaur atlas we had. once i started drawing seriously (so when i was like 11) i wanted to have my own cartoon and go to art school... but in junior year i realized that doing art as my job would probably burn me out HARD. i like keeping it as a hobby so i can have it as solace when life throws curveballs at me (i think the only reason i survived senior year of high school was through drawing super self-indulfent stuff to keep myself sane)

my CURRENT career choice is wildlife ecology at either a national park or some sort of reserve, or even someplace thats not bio focused (for example the kennedy space center has a wildlife ecologist who actually gave a lecture at my college! she basically tracks the birds that nest there and makes sure that they arent impacted by rocket launches and such). ideally ill get working somewhere that has shit internet and a lot of stuff to do so i can stop being on my computer all day LOL

(from this ask meme)

[lordsofcorbina]

Cross your T’s and Dot your I’s.

Randy and I headed out to get on this current tuna bite that’s happening just outside our shoreline. I could see in the distance Mount Soledad while we were out on the water. The hot bite has been hugging our coast from La Jolla to Oceanside. I saw a pic of a tuna boil taken from shore.😯

Our first stop was near a bit of a crowd but the birds were working hard so we decided to give it a shot. We kept our distance and brailed a healthy

amount of bait to try and stir up some action. We were in 74 degree water so we figured the schools moving around this area were Yellow Fin Tuna.

Reports had them between 20 to 40 pounds.

Soaking a line I go for my lightest rig to hedge my bet on just getting bit. I handled many tuna in the 20 to 30 pound range on my Graphtech Light Bass Stick rated 8 to 12 pound and OG Calcutta 400.

I have a light wire Mutu #4 circle hook tied directly to the mono.

Randy is fishing something a little heavier but he’s using a fluorocarbon leader.

Fishing side by side Randy gets bit and has a fish on. Unfortunately it comes off a short while later.

Well I’m no dummy so I wind in my line cut off my hook and quickly tie in a nice long 20 pound fluorocarbon leader.

I get rigged up and pin on a bait. I have the bait outside the rod tip and about to make a cast and I feel some flat spots along the mono. Sometimes flat spots are just that and if give the line a good stretch they will disappear and hopefully the line integrity is intact.

So I give the line a stretch and it smooths it out but it’s not ideal. I decide to not chance it and peel all the line out of the top of the rod, cut off the dead spots and proceed to tie in a new leader.

I tie in the new leader with a triple surgeon knot instead of the usual double but when I pulled it tight it did not lay down perfectly. So once again I cut off the leader and have to retie.

Three tries, I finally get this right! We tried for a long soak and neither one of us gets a sniff.

So we decide to run up to another spot.

The water is like a lake the only draw back is the lack of any kelp paddies and the water was often dirty to very dirty.

Reports though have shown the tuna have been willing to bite in this dirty water.

So we are cruising along and I see a actual piece of kelp but it’s smaller than a trash can lid. More like the size of a 5 gallon bucket.

Randy says let’s fish it since there’s no other game in town. We actually had to circle back to find the tiny kelp patch. I went pretty heavy brailing a few scoops of bait on this kelp button.

I grab the bass stick, pin on a fresh bait and flip it out towards the kelp. The bait takes off, oh great a lively bait and then the line just surges off the reel. Whoo hoo, I’m bit, I start counting in my head, once I get to about 7 I flip the reel in gear and feel the weight of the fish and he starts smoking my little Calcutta.

Line is disappearing rapidly and before long I’m down to less than a third of my spool.

Finally the fish slows down and I apply some pressure and get him coming my way. I start speed winding to gain back some line. When I’m at about 50% capacity I feel a little relief. I then check my drag thinking it may be to loose to get smoked by a Yellow Fin Tuna like that. Nope feels just about right it’s not overly loose or overly tight for the line.

My confidence is short lived as the fish makes another gnarly surge and dumps all that line and more back off the reel. I mutter, “oh man I’m going to get spooled here”. Randy hears me and says what? You’re getting spooled? I said yeah he’s trying. Randy asks what size line are you fishing? Ummmm 17 pound straight mono 🤷🏻‍♂️

Anyway, three laps around the boat, twice I almost got spooled and finally we end up chasing the fish with the boat to keep the pressure on without adding undo pressure.

Bingo-Bango… it turns into an epic Blue Fin tuna battle.

The fish tried all the Blue Fin tricks, trying to spool me, running directly back at the boat, running straight out along on the surface. While fighting the fish up in the bow, Randy in the stern asks if I needed a gaff yet. Nope I have him at deep color. Seconds later the fish rockets up and starts thrashing on the surface and now I’m yelling for a gaff. WTF the first time I’ve had a tuna do that. Then it drives back down to deep color and we go back into the end game.

Props to Randy for being steady at the helm chasing down the fish.

I also ended up landing a 25 pound YFT on normal gear and lost a nice YFT. That fish chewed through the leader right at the boat.😢 😎

[fizzingwizard]

another house I've been working on...

This is what happens when you want to build a ranch... but you want to also make it kind of cool and modern... but also quirky and eco-friendly... and the sims living it are a weird mix of grunge and rancher and rock and roll... basically I was very indecisive, also there's a reason I usually stick to small houses lol. I like it for the most part but still a WIP.

was really fun to build a barn and stable, just wish I could properly get the cow in there (i did try with resizing and hiding the cow shed, but that trick is broken in my game. sometimes it works sometimes it keeps saying it's blocked) also the ceilings/ ceiling paint appear and disappear at will lol. still happy I could build a loft.

didn't take interior pics yet bc still working on it but I did cap these two rooms because they amuse me. the first is like the secret den where all the good honest hard-workin' ranchers go to play thrash metal at midnight lol. the walls are sound proof >_> and I just like this bedroom for my weird grungy emo girl. It's not what I wanted as a bedroom when I was a teenager, but idk, it was fun to put together.

it was fun to chill with sims so much this week. i gave myself eye strain and didn't do a lot of the other stuff I meant to do 0:) i do love the aesthetic in sims, i like to watch the shadows and light changing, the sound of birds and rain and rivers. seasons was the best pack XP

and im so happy we have sleeping bags now so we can sleep under the stars xD living vicariously through my sims

wanted to give sim!snufkin the new hat with the glorious feather but... it's even more gaudy than the other one. holds its shape too well and the brim is so flat (tho I like that it's broader). it's more important for snufkin's hat to be floppy than for it have a big feather. le sigh

as ive said my game is well and truly bugged. today, randomly, the firepit just stopped working. kept saying some interactions were blocked when they weren't. reset didn't help. also trying to mount a horse... every time the sim would get a little further, a little further, a little further... then poof, the game would teleport him and the horse back to just standing around. what worked with that was to move him and the horse to a different lot. suddenly they could ride no problem.

also I really love that all the animals interact with each other. the cat and sheep are always in the chicken coop. however I've encountered a problem with the sheep. with chickens, they're objects, and you can take care of them even if you're a visitor to the lot (ie they're not your chickens). horses count as a person, so you can't treat them the same, but you can cheat their needs if you have to. sheep, though, don't seem to have a way to cheat needs because they're objects. but unlike chickens, visiting sims can't take care of them. I went to visit a friend and found their sheep all dirty. I even got a pop-up saying the sheep was planning to run away and i was like what do you want me to do about it lol? there's no option for my sim to take care of a sheep that isn't theres. I don't get it.