#bye-gull

[neil-gaiman]

Beigel or bagel?

I'm a bagel person. My mother is a beigel person -- that's how it was pronounced in London's East End when she was a girl: she still talks about the Beigel Lady who sat outside Johnny Isaac's Fish and Chip shop (owned and run by my great-uncle Mark and great-aunt Rosie), and she can't ever quite get used to the American way of pronouncing it having taken over.

[koishua]

my mom sitting there nodding along to my very emotional retelling of how i was chased by my classmate (actually my crush but she doesn't have to know that) who kept shoving a dead lizard in my face in ninth grade

[zeus-japonicus]

i really, really love the zines i've seen in the podcast zine event and last night my brain wanted me to write this one up! Thank you for the event, which everyone should take part in :3

ID below the cut.

A series of photos of a black and white paper zine. the title is I listen to podcasts by the sea, by nemo. The front cover is decorated in shells and stones, and some chips and seafood in a cup.

The first double page is a picture of nemo with their back to us, looking at the sea on a cloudy day. Seagulls soar above. A speech bubble has audio waveforms on it. The caption reads "When I'm sad, I go to the sea and I listen to podcasts."

On the second page, nemo sits cross-legged on a pebble beach. The audio forms go in one ear and come out another. They bash two rocks together. Small in the background is a person on a beach buggy with a flag on it.

The third page reads: "One time I was sat on a pebble beach and started to bash two rocks together while listening to a show. I could hear the clack clack clack, the sea and the gulls like additional sound design.

The fourth page has a shocked nemo reacting to a person behind them. Text reads "I didn't hear a person approach until a hand was on my shoulder. A coast guard asks "are you okay?"

On the fifth page, nemo takes out their earphones and, with the :3 face says "oh! yeah!" the coast guard replies "ok! bye!".

Text reads "And I meant it." As nemo walks away down the beach, calmer audio waveforms in and out of their ears.

On the final page text reads: "When I write my shows, I imagine someone out there is listening to it on a pebble beach by the sea. They're sad and angry... But a stranger cares that they're safe, and the seagulls are loud and the wind blows. I love podcasts. I love the sea.

In a train window, a sleepy nemo listens to podcasts. End of ID.

[zhongrin]

𒆙 zhongli

part 7/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

𖧷 tags ┈ fem!reader (you get called nǎinai), afab!reader (implied past pregnancy), you’re both grandparents with grandchildren, super domestic, teeth-rotting fluff, ocs: liwen & liwei

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𝒾t would not be an over-exaggeration to say that there was no greater happiness at this moment than the way the innocent bright smiles of your grandchildren filled you up with warmth, even more so given the harbor’s chilly cold breezes of the night.

“yéye, nǎinai, bye bye!” the youthful cheers were just as energetic as ever despite the lateness of the night. the tiny mostly-humans waved at the both of you, some jumping and bouncing like overexcited hatchlings, others in a calmer manner reminiscent of your husband’s temperament.

“don’t run!” you reminded them as you waved back, a fond smile stretching your lips as you watched them walk further and further into the distance. the same expression made itself home on your beloved’s face, even as your not-so-small family turned around the corner, vanishing from view. a poignant silence blanketed the two of you, the solemn tune of tranquility momentarily accompanied by the squawks of the gulls passing overhead.

a gloved hand settled on the small of your back, and you inhaled deeply in pensiveness before following the guiding push. zhongli led you towards the calm docks, making sure to choose the flattest paths so your bad knees would have the least strain. as if that wasn’t considerate enough, you knew he was also attentively judging your condition from the way you gripped his arm to help you walk.

he was ever so silent and yet, you knew his head was full of many things. he seemed to be getting especially contemplative with each of the years that passed lately.

“….. liwen is turning out to be a wise mother,” he remarked after a few minutes of silence, “perhaps she had unconsciously learned the art of parenting from dealing with all of liwei’s sudden bursts of high energy ever since they were young, do you think?”

“perhaps… but i think she learned it from you,” you chuckled, “just like how she’d perfectly replicated your special slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”

“to be more specific, your slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”

“oh, i forgot about that,” you snickered, “’soup so good even rex lapis is hopelessly infatuated with it!’…. that past self of mine sure has great foresight, hm?”

“that you did, my dear,” zhongli chuckled, eyes twinkling just like that day, but this time with his convivial smile in full view. he had long since felt comfortable enough to bare himself in front of you, knowing that you would never turned up your nose against him across all of your lifetimes.

your conversation temporarily halted so you could focus on climbing up the small steps of stairs with zhongli’s help. a series of huffs and puffs later, you sighed deeply, one hand pressed onto your cheek as your husband paused in your walk just so you could take a little breather, “dear me…. i think for your next birthday i’ll have to spend it in a wheelchair.”

“then i shall be sure to speak to master zhang to get the commission started,” zhongli smiled, “may i propose a mechanism so it can only be pushed by someone who wields geo elemental energy?“

there he goes, flirting with you again.

“and whatever will i do when i need someone to help me push the wheelchair while you’re not around, hmm?“

“are you implying i will just abandon you at the side of the road? after all these years? you wound me, darling.”

“you’re so dramatic, i swear to rex lapis.”

eyes rolling, you shared a chuckle before continuing on your way back to your modest shared abode.

as you walked, golden shadows of the past clouded your eyes, the ghosts of the past playing moments remembered before the deserted streets, unconsciously creating an upward curl on the corners of your lips.

you saw the first time you walked back home, with the newborn twins tucked safely within yours and zhongli’s arms: with you panicking internally, because dear gods you were not ready for two babies, while zhongli merely gave you a comforting smile and tried to calm your nerves with his soothing reassurances. you saw the two of you chasing the two toddlers, nearly knocking over the pots of marigolds on your front porch: zhongli panicking because liwei’s shapeshifting had gone out of control and he was practically zooming about everywhere in his dragon form, while you couldn’t help but laugh at your husband’s attempts to lead him back home without attracting too many eyes. you saw the two of you seeing off the twins, the first day they insisted on going to school by themselves, because ‘all the big kids do it and we’re big kids!’: the both of you the most anxious you had ever been in your lives, despite knowing big brother xiao would be faithfully watching the little ones and would never allow any harm to befall them.

so many memories, so many years, so many birthdays... passed in the blink of an eye.

“hey, li…,“ you hummed and squeezed his arm with your wrinkled fingers, “…….. happy birthday. even if i won’t be here to say it next year, make sure to spend it with our family, okay?”

“yes, darling.”

“don’t get too lonely, okay? i’ll be back in your arms again before you know it.”

“…. i know, my dear.”

in actuality, he would gladly spend hundreds of birthdays without you, just to spend one birthday with you. but had he told you this, he had a feeling it would add a sad frown onto your lovely face, so he refrained. so instead, he planted a kiss onto your forehead, lined and creased with age and wisdom, with a fond whisper that carried the weight of his devotion.

“i know you always will.”

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[cemeteryspider]

A Helluva Rescue

Fizzarolli x Succubus! Kingpin! Reader x Asmodeus

Summary: Inspired by season 2 episode 6, "Oops". Luckily Ozzie puts his best man/woman on the job to get Fizzie home safe

Trigger Warnings: Violence, guns, abduction, sexual themes, strong language, and general dark themes

Word Count: 1860

Being a famous Hellborn gave you some perks that so many did not have the gull to dream about. It gave you access to powerful people, and you climbed your way to the top of the Hellborn food chain. This is how you met the Sin of Lust, Asmodeus. You often provided protection for his dancers and other employees when they left the Lust Ring. Or when you personally delivered goods from other rings to the sin.

After a few years of this you met Fizzarolli, who's spunky attitude you had come to adore. You found yourself at Ozzie's nightclub more than you'd like to admit, and one night you had a red envelope with gold lettering sitting at your usual seat.

I have a different proposal for you tonight, meet me backstage after the show and we'll discuss

~Ozzie

As anyone who wanted the Sin and his imp could imagine, the rest was history.

Despite your relationship with Fizz and Ozzie you spent most of your days in Greed. Dominating the heart of Greed Ring, your empire sprawled amidst towering skyscrapers that gleamed with the opulence of wealth. The air reeked of ambition and desperation, the constant hum of financial dealings echoing through the crowded streets. You reveled in the cutthroat atmosphere and the relentless pursuit of wealth that defined this particular part of Hell. 

Still many days were spent traveling to other rings. You went to the Pride Ring a couple times a year, and looked after some business dealings there. Though you couldn't own a human soul, it didn't mean you did have proxies to deal in them for you.

The Envy Ring granted you access to different sorts of people who were willing to spend money to get things from unsavory means. You want authentic blood sapphires, you got it. You want real human teeth, it'll be x amount. You want to get your nails done by Pride's top sinner without ever stepping foot there, well you were sure it could be arranged.

Your favorite place however, was the Lust Ring. Not for the slobs who insisted that just because you were a succubus you wanted to bang, but for your loving and doting partners.

~~~

Ozzie large hands massaging your back, "Oh darling, these knots are deep, you simply must come visit more often"

Fizz's jokes at the club, "I know you're jealous, the people I bang are 1000 times hotter than you losers"

The pampering, the caring, and god the sex was amazing.

~~~

This time however, Ozzie called you while you were in a meeting with a new client who was in debt to a loan shark. Quickly you had your assistant take over the meeting and you stepped out into the hall.

"What is it Ozzie-bear"

"Hey Doll, Fizzie had some meeting in Greed today and I was wondering if you could maybe send someone to look after him, ya know, without him knowing"

"Why didn't you send people with him, Ozzie?"

"You know how he gets sugar, he gave me the puppy eyes"

With a little smirk and a roll of your eyes, you told him you would get your best and most discreet people on the job.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"No biggie Ozzie, gotta keep our boy safe and sound"

After a quick good-bye, who are you kidding with either of your boys, good-byes were never short. A long string of I love you's and see you laters was given before eventually the new client and your assistant left the meeting room.

~~~

Seated behind your lavish desk, you sifted through an imposing mountain of meticulously organized papers, each document representing a different facet of your empire. When your phone starts to buzz. 

"Boss, something bad just happened, Fizzarolli got into a fight with some imp then they were both grabbed, me and Hen are going up to find him but-" Two shots could be heard from the other end, and two thuds presumably the two hellborn you hired to protect Fizz.

You growled as you crushed the burner phone in your fist.

"Jazz, get my jacket, I gotta teach some bitches a lesson"

~~~

Fizz started thrashing on the floor of the cage they were put in, and Blitz looked as though he was about to explode. Then you waltzed in the door with your tail swinging in circles from your right hand.

"Hey Crimson, Hey Striker, long time no see boys' ' You jumped on a crate and crossed your legs. "I hear you have somethin' of value"

"Hey, Darlin', I sure missed yer face", Striker walked up to you and took your hand in his and placed a long wet kiss to your knuckles.

Internally you groaned, but you were going to get Fizz out of this no matter what. You pressed your lips together and crossed your legs a little tighter, "Mhm, Could say the same about you, Striker".

Striker chuckled a little and got back to business, discussing prices for Fizz like he was a slab of meat.

"I don't know Striker, we have a pretty lucrative contract on the books" Crimson teased.

Your brows scrunched, who could it be, and how did they get the word out so quickly. It took you less than an hour to get from your office to this dump.

"Hmm, I think I could find a quick buyer for the real deal Fizzarolli, I'll pay double what the other guy is paying" With that everyone in the room looked at you. Their eyebrows raised and a sly grin on their face.

"Double and I get to spend the night with ya, that's offers always on the table for you babe," As Striker propositioned, a flicker of irritation crossed your face – a testament to your aversion to these negotiations 

"How about I see the merchandise first?" You tapped his nose with your fingernail and gave him a smirk.

"Anything for you sug" With a quick nod the cage descended from the ceiling and you hands went to the guns on your hips.

Two goons dragged Fizz and another imp from the cage and tossed them at your feet. You almost let your emotions get the better of you when Fizz hit the floor with a groan.

"Can someone untie them? I want to see the merchandise before I buy it, and I haven't got all day" Again another nod from Striker, and the two were untied.

Fizz had his hands over his eyes and was silently crying to himself. Despite you wanting him to look at you, to give him some reassurance, you also hoped he didn't just in case he revealed your relationship with him. Unlike Fizz and Ozzie, your relationship to them was more discrete. The other imp was still shouting, and you saw a gun holster, minus the gun, on his hip as well.

"I'd take the other imp, off your hands as well, he'll make a delicious snack for whoever buys Fizzarolli" Striker walked up to Crimson and started to discuss pricing on Blitz, with the right numbers Striker would give him to you because, as you learned, everything has a price.

You stalked over to Blitz, though the affiliation with guns was the only thing you knew about him, walked around him for a moment, quickly cutting the tape that still bound his hands with your sharp fingernail. Making eye contact with him you pressed a finger to your lips and shoved a gun in his hand without anyone noticing.

A smile spread across Blitz's face as you grabbed Fizz and threw him over your shoulder and started to make a run for it. You shot everyone you saw on the way down the stairs, while Blitz covered everyone behind you.

Once Fizz was safely in the car you continued to cover Blitz until he made it as well. However, before you could get in the car and signal to the driver to get away Striker pressed the hot barrel of his gun to your temple.

"Well sugar, I guess this is checkmate" But just before he could pull the trigger, Asmodeus appeared, snatching the gun from his hands and throwing it across the street.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Ozzie growled in Striker's face. Ozzie grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. You just put a hand on his huge forearm, and he threw Striker to the ground.

With a growl the great Asmodeus shrunk and fit himself into the limousine with the two imps and succubus.

The driver peeled out of the place as soon as the door was closed and you collapsed into the nearest seat. Fizz huddled in a dark corner, his breaths coming in rapid gasps as panic gripped him. Your heart sank at the sight, a mix of worry and determination flooding your thoughts. Despite the familiar smell of wherever he was, he couldn't shake the danger of the gunfight or being held captive so quickly. Blitz stood over him leveling the gun at your forehead.

"Does ANYONE want to tell me what the FUCK just happened"

~~~

The screeching tires signaled your escape, but the tension lingered in the air, still adrenaline was high in all parties involved. 

You explained the situation to Blitz while pulling Fizzarolli in between you and Oz who smiled up at the both of you.

"Ah Fizz you could've just told me you were fucking them", Ozzie, sensing Fizz's discomfort, shot Blitz a stern glance, causing him to back off immediately.

Blitz was waiting for the car to stop where he could get out and call someone who's name was Loona.

Once that happened you, Fizz, and Ozzie snuggled up in the backseat with both Fizz and Ozzie tearing up.

"I'm so sorry that happened Froggie, you will be getting a full escort the next time you even leave the mansion" Ozzie coddled Fizz all the way to bed and you tucked him in and told him that you and Ozzie had to talk business for a minute.

"Thanks for the save back there Ozzie, I would've been done for, if it wasn't for you" The slight burn on your head pulsed, a persistent reminder of the close call, but you dismissed it, not wanting Ozzie to worry unnecessarily.

"Sweetheart, you didn't tell me you were hurt" He grabbed your right shoulder and inspected the bullet wound that must've just grazed you, and the small burn on your temple you tried to hide with your fingers.

"I didn't even notice it Ozzie" Still he sat you down on his desk and bandaged you up.

"There, Doll, all better" You smiled as he kissed the white bandages, and picked you up to take you to bed. "By the way, Doll, you did all the heavy lifting".

You snuggled in a little closer to his chest and breathed out content with the moment.

"Breakfast tomorrow?" You mumbled already falling asleep.

"Always, pancakes with extra whipped cream" He set you between him and Fizz where you usually slept.

Your boys tangled their limbs with your and scooched as close as they could to snuggle up with you.

[the0verboss]

I can't believe the first piece of ficlet I'm gonna write for this is fricken Sad Gale Hours. I keep debating continuing this narrative from other companions view points

Gale POV angst/abandonment, Major character death(not Gale)

Gale/ Cleric Male!Gith Tav (it's Iss'tav'in let's be real but he's not named or described for the most part)

✨☀️💀🌙✨

His beloved leaves their home in Waterdeep so soon after they return from Wither’s party Gale can hardly mount a defense against it. He wonders if he should have expected this, if he’d missed signs of this on coming meteor amidst the revelry. When his mind cycles through the memory, it seems obvious. He and the others had sat around the table eating and feasting, Wyll and Astarion taking turns telling grand adventure stories while Shadowheart and Karlach heckled them. Gale’s darling husband had spent the night tucked away in a corner with Lae’zel after making the rounds. Gale hadn’t wanted to begrudge his githyanki love a chance to catch up with his kin, to hear how the war against Vlaakith was faring, to speak in his mother tongue with what might amount to his sister.

He is certainly begrudging him now.

They fight. Gale tries to argue from a logical stance at first. They have a life that requires they be present, responsibilities to the Academy and to the the Spires. His mother expects them both to be in attendance at her next soiree, newlyweds that they are. Gale’s continued research on the orb, dormant as it is, requires his attention. Surely they can take some time to prepare for a voyage of this magnitude.

He runs out of gentle patience quickly in light of his husband’s pre-arranged plans. The man has taken leave from the temple for now, and of course he doesn’t expect Gale to join him. Someone must stay and care for Xan.

It feels utterly patronizing and for the first time, since they shared a night in a conjured bed under false stars, Gale thinks back on his time with Mystra. The feeling is sickenly familiar. He thinks of his mother, her place in the Dekarios clan, noble as it is, but alone. He thinks how everyone always says he favors her, in looks and demeanor.

They do have a child he reminds his love, righteous and growing furious. Xan needs a good githyanki role model. He's still so young, and Gale has only a passable knowledge of tir’su.

And when even this pleading falls of deaf ears, then, there is anger.

He rages, throws things, yells, says things that he knows he'll regret later. While his husband continues to pack the last of his travel bag Gale can feel his composure unravel. It feels ugly. Worse than that even, he feels volatile,a yawning chasm where his breaking heart resides. Dark, desolate and afraid.

“Gale, I love you, but I'm going, my people need me. Lae'zel would not ask lightly.”

“You can't just abandon your family on a lark!”

But he does. The last Gale sees of him is a cape draped back, glowing Blood of Lathander in one hand, shimmering gold helmet tucked under the other. Then he's gone.

They don’t kiss good bye, though Gale imagines that would be difficult with the way he was snarling.

Gale stands in the open door of their, no, not theirs, not anymore. He stands in the door of his tower long after the love of his life has gone. Fists clenched, eyes wet, but silent save for the occasional sniffle. The sea is quiet, he can hear no gulls as the sun begins to dip beneath the waves.

He doesn’t hear the baby crying til Tara comes through her cat flap of displacement and bites him on the hand.

“Mister Dekarios, Gale, what's happened?”

“He left. He just….left us.”

“Well, I never…is he coming back?”

As Gale cradles the small githyanki baby in his arms, rocking and trying to soothe him, he chokes on the answer.

Yes. No. I don't know. He says he is.

The orb feels hungry again for the first time since they defeated the brain. But if his heart feels broken and consumed as he stands in his tower clutching the small body of his son then, it's nothing to what he feels months later.

It's nothing compared to the unexpected agony of seeing Lae’zel standing, blood drenched and solemn, on his balcony. She’s alone, a shroud wrapped bundle under one arm, glowing with divine light. Under the other a familiar shimmering gold helmet.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

It was the eyes Vesemir noticed before the Cat medallion. Granted, they were more luminous than last time thanks to the mutagens but Vesemir had never forgotten those bright green eyes.

The small boy, no more than a toddler really, continued to shiver as he clutched at the front of Vesemir's armour, peering up at him through bangs dripping with both rain and river water with large, bright green eyes which looked almost too large for his tiny, thin face. Truly, the little tot was lucky Vesemir had been passing when he did, he tried not to think about if he hadn't heard the boys screams.

"Almost home, Lad." He said, tucking his cloak more securely around the boy. He hoped they were almost home anyway, the boy had merely pointed when Vesemir had asked him where he'd come from, where his mother was. Vesemir had swung them both onto his horse with nothing but a direction and a prayer which grew more desperate as no dwellings came into view. He hoped that the boy wasn't part of one of the nomadic communities who wandered the continent, he'd never find them in this weather.

"Aiden, Aiden!!?"  A frantic voice called out from around the next bend.

"Mama!!" The boy - Aiden apparently - squealed as a woman came into view, making a beeline for them. Vesemir dismounted and placed Aiden on the ground, still wrapped in his cloak.

"Aiden! Oh Gods Aiden what have I told you about wandering off!" She cried, scooping him up and smothering his face with kisses before turning her attention to Vesemir, this close he could see they both had the same eyes.

"Thank you...Witcher." 

Vesemir didn't miss the way her grip tightened slightly on her son, "Ma'am." He inclined his head, "Your son had a bit of a run in with a water sprite but suffered nothing a warm bath won't fix."

"He let me ride his horsey." Aiden stated happily, seemingly finding his voice now he was back with his parent.

"Yes, I saw sweetheart. I haven't money enough to pay you but I can offer you a meal and shelter until the rain clears, this is no weather for anybody to be travelling and the nearest town's miles away."

"My thanks, that would be much appreciated."

It was the following morning before the rain let up enough for traveling to be possible.

"My thanks again for your hospitality." Vesemir said as he finished saddling up his horse.

"Thank you for saving my son. If you ever pass this way again our door is open to you."

"Bye bye, Mr Witcher!" Vesemir stumbled slightly as Aiden hugged his leg, grinning up at him.

"Goodbye Aiden." Vesemir pat his head a little awkwardly, not expecting the hug, "Be a good lad for your mother, you hear."

"This is Aiden of the Cats, my companion." Lambert stated, staring the other Wolves down as they came forward to inspect the newcomer as if he was just daring them to say something. From how close his son was standing to the other Witcher and how their scents seemed to mingle Vesemir was willing to bet the last of his gull they were more than just 'companions'.

"Aiden." Vesemir surprised everyone by wrapping an arm around Aiden's shoulder to guide him inside the Keep, "Welcome to Kaer Morhen."

[jonmyblaze]

Zelda: Why I ask did you never be with me until my final hours! Why did you allow for our kingdom to die and be plunged into death and misery for 100 years. Why would you never answer m me..

was I not right.? was I not worthy?"she asked her goddess on her knees the goddess herself stood in her golden form looking at her blood incarnation

Zelda expected contempt bitterness and disdain but not this

Hylia : it was never you who was unworthy, it was your environment and you're expectations.

"What?" Zelda asked her goddess,

Hylia :My child I am the goddess of time, I am not the goddess of power nor courage or wisdom. Those are the original Golden girls, Den forore and Nayru.. yet I am worshiped as a Creator goddess

I am not. I merely watch and observed time and ensure that dark forces do not consume the mystic land for goo.

Like the many people who expect me to be all powerful all-knowing goddess

The people who believe that you were hyrules only hope was part of the problem,

The environment that you were raised in, the stratification of power, and and how isolating your upbringing was, it did not Grant you love. It granted you only bitterness, envy and above all a feeling of worthlessness..

Zelda looked at the ground, there was no need to remind her of that. But then her thoughts landed on what Hialeah was putting down. It almost sounded like it was against the monarchy.

For my powers to truly be unlocked, it requires not the pain and self torture self-deprecation to the point of near suicide at my own altar through hypothermia.

Zelda blushed embarrassed remembering that traumatic incident.

You ran yourself ragged in an attempt to appease Powers both Royal and paternal. Yet you were unable to put yourself above some vein collections of towns and settlements loosely connected to the crown that had the gull to call itself a nation.

Zelda was pissed

But Hyrule my kingdom!

Hylia: Fuck the kingdom!

let yourself live!

But the Royal line!

Destroys the monarchy for all I care.. the people lasted 100 years without a crown above their heads.

"But-"

Hylia:Look I'm going to give you a simple piece of advice, and heed my words.

Retire with your blonde twink. And be a normal scientist, and researcher. You earned your peace

If any one tries to bring up Royal lines and succession or purity of Royal blood , you have my permission to use the master sword on those wannabe suitors. You earned it you earned life far more than the monarchy did.

you do don't have to kill yourself for the sake of a Nation that won't recognize you as their Queen by their own standards Damned if you do damned if you don't but live the life that makes you happy.

This is the best gift I could offer. Bye-bye now

---+goddess disappears in light.----

Zelda sat there, mulling over hylias words unsure how to proceed. She knew she had to get back to her knight but she felt like a certain weight was lifted from her shoulders. Maybe her goddess was right. The kingdom had suffice so far without her rulership and it was rebuilding itself.

Maybe she could take it easy, now if only she could find where her twink is.

--

Link*moans in bottom*

Zelda: oh thank you Hylia

[spireclangen]

not entirely dead yet, hi

I have been neglecting this blog for Quite a while, but I am... finally working on it again. hough. OTL

SO. my current plan is to create references for all the current cats, and compile them into a height chart, so I can keep their sizes and designs more consistent. New cats will also get references as they join, and they will be updated as cats grow up

after all this is done, I have an announcement re: plans I have for how I'm going to run this blog. more details will come in a later post, but the TLDR is that I want this to be a collaborative storytelling project, and I've come up with a few ways you guys can directly interact with and influence the kingdom

included in that will be naming the other kingdoms, but that'll come up once they actually appear. all I will tell you now is that there's 5 of them

FINAL THING. the tumblr AI shit. 🧍 as a guy who posts his art online for all the world to see, I have Long since accepted that people are probably gonna take my art and use it in ways I don't want, but tumblr actively giving it away is a special kind of nasty

I enjoy running a clangen account, though, so I will keep posting, just gonna start watermarking my stuff OTL before anyone says anything I am already opted out of the AI stuff but I do not have hope that the AI companies will give a fuck about that

I am also going to stay on tumblr for the foreseeable future, but if there's another site that lots of people use (that i'm already on. i'm not making any new accounts), I could upload on there & tumblr? but like less watermarked on the other site. OR MAYBE I COULD MAKE A NEOCITIES??? it just occurred to me that i could do that

also thank you to everyone who is still following me, i will not let this blog die. for your sake.

final thing, here is a little treat of the kind of redesigns i'm doing. mr. gull in his new coat of paint. ANYWAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW, BYE !! ❤️

[creatures-of-joy]

12th april 2024 !!

stuff seen today ! (biased list because i like to include stuff that i dont see all the time , sorry greylag geese and mallards,,,etc. i still love you though)

2x marsh harrier (male and female :D)

white stork (never seen before !! recently they were sighted near where i live and i was just like. no fucking way. BUT I SAW ONE !!)

sand martin (i saw soooooo many they're really awesome but i couldnt count because they were flying so fast hehe)

lapwing (only saw like 3 but they were really noisy hehe)

pochard (didnt expect to see any this time of year so that was pretty epic :3)

grey heron :] (this one was really active lol,, saw it roamin around and dive down 3 times but i didnt see it come up with anything :[ poor beastie )

lesser black-backed gull (big !! there were quite a few of these which is pretty cool) mallard duckling !!!(only saw one but thats the first ive seen this year so yayayayay :3)

huuuge swan nest with a few eggs (i could only see 2 eggs,, cute) great crested grebes (cute as usual :3)

red kite :D (itwas literally hovering in place without moving at all!! ive never seen that before with red kites it was pretty surreal hehe ,, also heard one calling in the distance ,, anyway :3 super awesome :3 )

buzzard!! (verrryyy high up , heard it calling with its adorable mewling noise)

deer!! (im not good at identifying deer but i overheard another guy saying he saw some water deer!! awesome. they were cuute and came reallyclose to the hide)

some robins chasing eachother because they're cool and awesome i loove robins (very cute)

stuff I Heard but i didn't seeee:

BITTERN!! (I've seen one before a few years ago but I never heard it boom ,, this was super awesome they're one of my favourite birds :3)

goldfinch (cute raindrop noise)

blackcap (tut tut tut tut)

chiffchaff (chiff chiff chiff chaff chiff chaff chaff etc . these are so so noisy and you can hear them everywhere i love them so much)

greenfinch (jubujubujubujubu dweeeeeez, I'm bad at spotting these but i hear them all the timeeee)

green woodpecker (always laughing at me hehehe)

cetti's warbler (they make such a cool noise)

pheasant (god this fucker is loud <3)

joy afterthoughts:

think i have some stuff i wanna talk about more in a follow up post hehe,, anyway today was very awesome,, the marsh harrier is my favourite bird of prey and I've only seen one before !! so getting to see two of them fly in and out of the reeds like that was awesome,, AND THEN A WHITE STORK SHOWED UP??? WHICH IS INSANE BECAUSE AUWHFJJ THEY'RE NOT NATIVE TO THIS COUNTRY and a bunch have been seen recently and their population is increasing and YEAH!! anyway it was like i imagined it.super cool. yeah. i hope i fill this blog up with more stuff over time . bye ! (also no egrets where i went today, which is suuuch a shame)

[thessalian]

Thess vs Multi-Layer Problems

I mean, obviously I love hunting unfeasibly big robot creatures. But a lot of what I love about this game is the little things, and how even a "we're going on a hunt" side quest has ... layers. Not that I started out on hitting a side quest, but ... you know. Limited time, given that I have work in a bit.

Alrighty. Lemme just travel down this coastline hunting up gulls. I need gull feathers.

Well. Lemme get the Clawstriders out of my way first.

And the Snapmaws.

This has been a pretty successful little hunt. I bet that settlement has a workbench.

Tide's Reach, huh? I bet-- Ah, yeah, there's the green exclamation point. But they do have a workbench.

And a hunter kit trader. I can dump some vendor trash!

...You have FROSTCLAW WEBBING! GIMME!

Oooooooh, Utaru Gravesinger armour. Even if I don't necessarily use it, I love the look of it.

(I might use it anyway, though).

Aha! Upgrade 4 for my current armour! And now I just neeeeed ... a ... Frostclaw circulator. Still going to have to hunt one of those little buggers. And Stormclaw bits. Well, at least I know where a few of those hang out.

Okay, now we see about quest. Hey, guys; s'up?

...Oh.

.........Ooooh. Yeah, I have a feeling I know what's up with Garokkah, but a) I doubt Aloy knows and b) that's probably bad in a society that kills the disabled.

Right. I actually set up a shelter near where he was last seen. Good. Saves me the walk.

Okay, Garokkah, where'd you go? ...Oh. Wow. That ... is a lot of traps.

That ... do sod all damage. Why did you use acid traps on Acid Clawstriders?!?

Oh well. Let's save this poor dude. POONK.

You're trying to save ... your squad? From ... an ambush. And ... you don't recognise the term "rebels". And ... you brushed off having stabbed your daughter. And ... yeah, okay, I do know what this is.

...Oh. Ouch. I want to hug this poor dude.

Yes, we will definitely put your memorial back together. I would bet--

Yep. Clamberjaws. FUCK OFF, YOU THIEVING LITTLE MECHANICAL FUCKWITS.

Right. Please don't tell me that you're going to kill yourself to avoid being a burden to your clan (or to do it yourself rather than forcing them to) if I leave you here...

Okay, no. Good. And ... they know about this. And have things in place to deal with it.

See, this is the sort of thing that really makes one think. Because, like they said, in the Tenakth, before Hekkaro and the clans uniting and the Carja raids, life expectancy was minimal. They noticed Alzheimer's in Chaplains because they didn't tend to die in battle, so they thought it was only for Chaplains, and now they're learning different.

Also ... killing the mentally ill ... I guess it depends on the illness. People like Boomer probably not so much, but ... consider. Everything wants you dead - machines, other tribes, the Carja... And then you have someone who's been training for war all their lives, so they're strong and have access to weapons, and if they start getting violent in their own settlements and squads... It's a horrible solution, but without mental health care facilities, what choice do they have? At least now that things are at least slightly more peaceful, they seem to have the leisure to explore more options.

Right. That's settled. Lemme take down a Frostclaw.

Ooh. Rumour. ...Rebel bases. Yeah, I hear you.

Gliiiiiiding down to get that shelter...

Okay, off I go. Huh. What's this?

That ... is a drone. No time now, but I know what I'm doing later.

Right. Hi, Frostclaw! ...Bye, Frostclaw. POONK.

Okay, got my circulator. Gotta hunt some Stormbird at some point. But now I gotta log off for work.

Really looking forward to very long weekend. Mostly because I'm having that "feel like I'm being stabbed" feeling in my left shoulder blade. This is going to be a hard day.

[seagull-aaaahhhh]

Weekly Movie Report #1

Gull day! I've decided that I'll start to record the movies I've watched in every week. I'd like to develop a consistent posting schedule for every Saturday, as I consider that the end of the week. Without further ado, let's begin!

1 - Everything, Everywhere, All At Once [2022, dir. by Daniels]

Oh, where do I even start from? This movie is absolutely insane. Alternate selves? A crazy cult worshipping a literal everything bagel? And a middle-aged lady who is going through a midlife crisis was the one to stop it by tapping into her alternate selves by doing odd things to trigger them? I wouldn't think that I'd even be saying this, man. This movie is perfect in every way. The editing, the score by Son Lux, the fights, and a story which keeps me at the edge of my seat. Michelle Yeoh, Ke Huy Quan, Stephanie Hsu and Jamie Lee Curtis' performances kept the story going, and this movie deserves all the praises.

2 - Monkey Man [2024, dir. by Dev Patel]

Man, I never thought I'd see a movie like this. The dark and grisly settings of the streets of India and the dark and disturbing glimpse into the underbelly of the corrupt combined with a gritty revenge story is a wonderful way to start off a directorial debut. The fight scenes were a blast, as well as the camerawork. Patel knocked it off the park with this one.

3 - City Hunter [2024, dir. by Yuichi Sato]

You see, I've been waiting for this movie for a good while. I've been a huge fan of City Hunter since I was young, but there's some discourse on the so-called "definitive live-action adaptation", the closest being the 2018 movie by Philippe Lacheau [note: I have not watched it myself]. But, this was it. This was the movie for us City Hunter fans. Sato did his homework. Ryohei Suzuki, being a huge fan of the manga himself, portrayed the perverted private eye Ryo Saeba so brilliantly, and I can not unsee him as the famed City Hunter. He is able to switch between the pervy womanizer and a serious private eye in a flip of a coin, a defining trait of the character so well. Misato Morita and Masanobu Ando's Kaori and Hideyuki Makimura was quintessential to the development of the plot, and hey, we get to see Saeko as well! We need more hammers in the next movie, please!

Anyhoo, that's the end of this week's reviews! I'll see you next Saturday, bye-bye!

[goblin-writer]

What Wonders Could Summer Hold?

Summer, lovely summer.

A season that promises sun filled mornings and long, pastel evenings.

And where better to spend summer than at the beach. That wonderful place where the dark blue ocean meets that golden sand that sparkles as you walk along it. Your foot sinking into the sand, as the cool air brushes your hair off to one side. The salt in the air, noticeable from that familiar tightness of your face.

Today the evening came quickly. Carried in on the waves and the wind as they dance all about you. Behind you, the desert stretches out behind the town. Palm trees line the road closest to the beach, and in the distance, you can see the last of those lounging packing away their towels. But the waves are growing as the tide promises its return, and you can see people approaching the beach with surfboard in hand and joy in their stride.

There is something magical in the evening air. Caught between two deadly expanses, you can watch the sun set across the windswept waves as the moon rises between the tumbling dunes. Clouds wander aimlessly across the sky, shepherded by flocks of gulls and pelicans.

Lights start reflecting off the waves as ships turn on their lights and the beam of the Swakop lighthouse flares brightly against their ever-moving geography. Clad, halfway up, in red and white it stood proudly far above the palms and houses. It was a testament to its construction that you could see it from far along the beach.

You watched the ocean turn that dark purple as the sun struggled to stay above the waves. Looking out behind you, the moon had crested the dunes. Its pale face staring longingly at the departing sun. Watching the two celestial bodies as you had so often, you could only wish that those last moments of the summer sun would hang on across the ocean.

“If only the evening could last forever.” A man had walked up next to you, surfboard in hand, “Summer evenings are one of a kind.”

“Everlasting summer sounds like a dream.”

“If only we had that pleasure. Permanent evening would mean all the time in the world to jol.”

You had to admit that it sounded nice. No responsibilities for just a bit longer, as the sun resolved itself to set. Still, you loved the sun filled mornings along the coast.

“Shame, that’s a beautiful sight. Well, I’m off to catch some waves. Totsiens.” With a wave the man started running toward the ocean and proceeded to swim out on his board as the water teemed with others enjoying the last of the daylight. Off in the distance you could see a windsurfer returning to shore.

But it was late and you continued your walk along the beach. Music started playing from up the beach. Deep in the desert some friends lit a fire.

This pastel evening drew, slowly, to a close. The next morning would soon follow on its heels. But tomorrow was still a long ways off. As the deep blue of night covers the sky, far off stars gleam in their fury, you can’t help but think of what comes next. Summer has only just begun, and it has so much to offer. Windswept days on top of dunes. Calm days lounging in the garden under that pale blue sky. And trips down the coast to see flocks of flamingos, numbering the hundreds. Their pink plumage a stark contrast to the white of the catamarans, and the black of the cormorants and seals.

To paint by the sea, read in the desert, and braai the sun away with friends. It is the best time to get away, and enjoy life on the sea side. Maybe even with ice cream on the sweet side.

-- A/N Some words used that are non-standard:

                Jol – to have fun, to party                 Shame – an exclamation that ranges from “I’m sorry [for something that happened to you that I did not cause]” to, “I think that is cute/sweet”                 Totsiens – good bye/ see you later                 Braai - Barbequeue

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Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial​ for a wonderful prompt. I was tempted to horror it up but felt we all deserve some soothing scenery from me for once.

[talesofpassingtime]

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— James Joyce, Ulysses

[numericalbridge]

bye bye to this passage that is getting cut:

Down in the arena Darius easily avoided Terra’s crawling monsters and subdued the raging gull-mole – of course, Luca was always very confident in his student’s ability to overcome the creature... with only a little trouble. He even felt excitement when Darius came face to face with a half-mechanical construct, the abomination magic whirling around them. “How exciting,” Terra sounded genuinely impressed. “Perhaps this will be the first contender to get through all the challenges!” Smile courteous, basking in the approval, Darius vanquished the construct with a flick of his wrist. Then he stepped over his fallen foe and bowed deep in Terra’s direction.

[osaumu]

disturbances in yokohama were a certain thing. if an ability user didn't dent the pavement, or a gunshot didn't scare away the gulls at the harbour, it would be an eerily quiet day. the agency frequented most scenes within the daylight hours, but this particular commotion was tinged with the onset of darkness, sun setting behind the skyline and lamplight flickering. dazai had already rendered two of the three aggravators of the assault null, which in the timeframe of touch allowed for the other members to land their final blows — not to kill, but to stun. on very strict order, this was delivered. with only one enemy left in the ring, their attentions turned to him just as quickly. he was formidable, the battle one of wills and strengths. dazai had watched the encounters the other man had with his colleagues and how he dispatched of some of them, analysed in the time it took him to land a hit on them just what he would need to do to ensure they had the upper hand. in a final effort, light - snow activated in a dazzling display of illusion, and dazai thrust forward through the mirage. the piercing stream of blood that came at him as a result became no more than water against his person, a chance at luck, but one he had been sure would work, considering it was that of an ability and not a manmade tool. reaching out, skin found skin and his touch nullified once more, a senseless thing if only for the drawback of power one might feel if they had expended themselves. there was always some revelation in the expressions people held when they realised their ties to inhuman ability had been severed.

@chioso : what did you do ?

a laugh left him then, nothing more than two octaves caught in his throat, cheshire - cat grin etched onto his features. “ wouldn't you like to know — ouh? ” within the seconds of their encounter, dazai could spot his critical hit from a mile off, running at full speed, ready to strike. with the questioning warning, he let go of the man's arm with a second to spare before a blow would make contact, and hopped back effortlessly, waving a hand with a satisfied tip of his head. “ hah, bye - bye! ” enter, sounds of concrete groaning with the sheer force of the blow successfully landed amidst confusion and distraction, and the dust settling. though whether it would stay settled, dazai wasn't completely certain, and kept his distance.