#caper pen

[maripapercat]

the more I try to escape the more I get absorbed in the fandom, so last night I started looking on pinterest for all error and ink fanchilds I could find, I tried to find the credits of all but I couldn't, I'll probably draw them all at some point as I want to draw them (and many others that I found and didn't fit on the canvas) in more detail

credits ☟︎

inspired by this

Paper Jam - @7goodangel

Gradient - @askcomboclub

Drop - uyuni-piyo ?

Den - @thenerdartkid ?

Design - @pepper-mint

Cinnamon - @thesmallsoul ?

Spilled ink - @edythilusion

Bonbon - @sosozsofieia

Sketch - @winterbreh20 ?

Stylus - @romandraconics

White ink- @sapphirescarletta123

Pandora - @zsofieia

Caper Pen - @lostorigin

Glim - not found

Errin - @verinel2

Despair/spectrum- andrewture (toyhouse)

Guffe - seaseelie (twitter)

Adobe - 80sneoncowboy (twitter)

Spatter and splatter - nutella kuu ?

Rain - @xxxxsrtaluna

Monochrome - @kamigarin

Graphite - petra (amino)

Wrongink and overlay - not found

Acrylic - @drawsomeshet

hey, here are more errorink fanchilds in case you are interested :]

[moonthay]

M!Icoa: foto em família!/family photo! *Abraça M!Caff/Hug M!Caff*

M!Caff: boa ideia, vem Guffe!/Good idea, come Guffe!

M!Guffe: o que? Não isso é uma foto em família, eu não sou da família-/What? No, this is a family photo, I'm not family-

M!Ccino: você trabalha aqui a tanto tempo que é como se fosse, bobinho!/You’ve worked here for so long that it’s like you’re part of the family, silly! *M!Ccino tira a foto/M!Ccino take a picture*

MoonFanchild Tale: cafeteria

Eles com o uniforme da cafeteria na foto que M!Ccino tirou, esse é um post pra falar e mostrar mais da cafeteria(que eu já fiz post, animação e Comic), M!Guffe já tem um desenho aqui sem o uniforme da cafeteria os outros dois eu ainda vou fazer um post com a roupa normal deles e mais sobre os irmãos FluffyNight

Uniforme da cafeteria do M!Ccino

M!Guffe trabalha na cozinha então usa o avental longo e ele usa a calça normal dele por ser social, mas a do uniforme é preta/cinza. M!Caff sua função é no balcão e ajuda a servir as mesas com seus tentáculos então ela usa avental menor já que não cozinha. M!Icoa é um faz-tudo porém fica mais na sala dos gatinhos auxiliando os clientes na visitação e também atende mesas enquanto M!Ccino gerência tudo

Sala dos gatinhos, planta da cafeteria e casa do M!Ccino:

Os gatos machos que normalmente ficam como atração da loja, já as gatas fêmeas e os filhotes ficam na sala do M!Ccino no andar de cima da casa e os clientes só podem visitá-los com horário marcado pra as gatas fêmeas não ficarem bravas com gente perto dos filhotes

Sala do M!Ccino no segundo andar:

MoonFanchild Tale By me

Ccino Sans and FluffyTale By @black-nyanko

Caff Sans By @curly-panro

Icoa Sans By @pepper-mint

Guffe Sans By @lunnar-chan

[luveline]

HI!!! so i am obsessed with your reader x coworker james first kiss fic. can we maybe get something about what came after? like how were the interactions the day or week after, how did they behave around each other, did james tell the boys or was he too nervous?

—you and James maintain a facade that Remus sees through

James wheels his chair to be as far from you as possible. He leans back, turns his monitor. Through the gap, he has a perfect window of your face without it being obvious that he’s staring. Well, sort of. 

Stop staring. 

James reads Remus’ slack message in surprise. He glances at you, finds you still snacking on chocolate covered somethings less covertly than you mean to be, and decides to grace his friend with a message back. 

Nope 

James, Remus messages. 

I’m not really staring 

You’re staring. She can definitely tell 

James looks back to you, hoping to prove Remus wrong, but you’re staring straight at him. He has the instinct to look away and the sense not to, charmed into grinning when you squint at him, your mock suspiciousness adorable. 

“James,” Remus says, clearing his throat. 

James pulls his gaze away reluctantly. “What?” 

“Can you answer my email?” 

The email isn’t an email, but another slack message. Are you serious right now? You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried 

James flicks a pen lid at him. “Obvious about what?” he mouths. 

You get up and stretch, tactically failing to meet anyone’s eyes as you pick up your empty glass of water and leave. 

“James, what’s going on?” 

“What ever could you mean, my love?” 

Remus rolls his chair toward. “Don’t flirt with me. I’m serious, what the hell is going on with you? You’re supposed to hate the girl.” 

“Hate is such a strong word.”

“Well, you’re being a bit much no matter what.” 

James bites his cheek in a hurry to straighten up. “You think so?” 

Remus just stares at him.

James has done a fantastic job at keeping your kiss a secret. He doesn’t know how, mind you —you kissed him, you kissed him, you asked if you could and you kissed him like a sweetheart with the softest mouth he’s ever had the fortune to feel pressed against his own. 

Since your kiss, he’s been feeling weirdly poetic. He totally gets all those Carol Ann Duffy poems they made him read at school now. 

One day without telling anybody is impressive, at least to his own standards. “I know what I’m doing,” he says. 

Remus frowns. “I’d love to be informed on what exactly that is.” 

“Certain events have transpired and convinced me that I was quite wrong to have judged our girl so harshly.”

“Certain events?” 

“I’m allowed some mystery,” James says, before smiling so hard it makes him squint and his cheeks apple. He rubs at his face roughly in an attempt to move forward, but he remembers the way your kiss had melded from soft and shy to hungry. Fuck, he loved it. He needs another one. He has no idea how to get it. “Ugh, I’m gonna go get my lunch from the fridge.” 

“Sure you are. Alright, well, I’m gonna find Sirius and maybe he can convince you to start acting normal again.”

James goes to the kitchen first but abandons his charade when you aren’t there. He grabs his lunch, tucking it under his arm as he makes his way through to the break room. You’re thankfully, blissfully, sitting by the open window with a shop-bought salad. 

He nods at the chair across from you. “Can I sit?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s all you're eating?” he asks. A little tray of salad is hardly enough to keep you going until the end of the day. “I have gyoza chilli noodle soup, it’s amazing.” 

“You’re gonna eat it cold?” you ask. 

He leans forward, elbows on the table, holding your gaze. “No, but I’m busy right now.” He needs time to look you over. Every time he realises how pretty you are is like another beat of his capering pulse. 

“Don’t harass me.” 

“I’m not harassing you.” 

“What would you call this?” You stab a few pieces of lettuce onto your fork. “I can’t have much more for dinner, I just had half a packet of chocolate covered strawberries.” 

“Don’t say that, like some snacks and a salad are more than you’re allowed. Here, I'll warm this up and you can share. You’ll really like it, the gyoza are amazing.” 

“So what, you’re gonna take care of me now?” you ask. You’re teasing, but there’s a slight edge of bitterness to it like you believe what you’re saying. James is swift to set that right, though he stays speaking in tongues with you.

“I’ve been trying to.” James can hear footsteps at the doorway, and besides, you’re right, he’s being too nice. He sucks in an unbothered breath. “Whatever, loser, stick to your sad salad.” 

Your eyes widen. “I don’t want your cold soup, you idiot.” 

Sirius and Remus filter in with one of your coworkers just behind them. “I thought you said he was being weird?” Sirius asks. “He seems pretty normal to me.” 

Remus sighs forlornly, prompting a side hug from his boyfriend as he shepherds him to the table where you and James are sitting.

“He’s always being weird,” you say. 

James kicks your foot gently. You pick through your salad with a poorly concealed smile. 

[book--brackets]

Summaries under the cut

Smile by Raina Telgemeier

Raina just wants to be a normal sixth grader. But one night after Girl Scouts she trips and falls, severely injuring her two front teeth, and what follows is a long and frustrating journey with on-again, off-again braces, surgery, embarrassing headgear, and even a retainer with fake teeth attached. And on top of all that, there’s still more to deal with: a major earthquake, boy confusion, and friends who turn out to be not so friendly. This coming-of-age true story is sure to resonate with anyone who has ever been in middle school, and especially those who have ever had a bit of their own dental drama.

Arc of a Scythe by Neal Shusterman

Thou shalt kill.

A world with no hunger, no disease, no war, no misery. Humanity has conquered all those things, and has even conquered death. Now scythes are the only ones who can end life—and they are commanded to do so, in order to keep the size of the population under control.

Citra and Rowan are chosen to apprentice to a scythe—a role that neither wants. These teens must master the “art” of taking life, knowing that the consequence of failure could mean losing their own.

Maximum Ride by James Patterson

Six unforgettable kids — with no families, no homes — are running for their lives. Max Ride and her best friends have the ability to fly. And that's just the beginning of their amazing powers. But they don't know where they come from, who's hunting them, why they are different from all other humans... and if they're meant to save mankind — or destroy it.

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg

When Claudia decided to run away, she planned very carefully. She would be gone just long enough to teach her parents a lesson in Claudia appreciation. And she would go in comfort - she would live at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She saved her money, and she invited her brother Jamie to go, mostly because he was a miser and would have money.

Claudia was a good organizer and Jamie had some ideas, too; so the two took up residence at the museum right on schedule. But once the fun of settling in was over, Claudia had two unexpected problems: She felt just the same, and she wanted to feel different; and she found a statue at the Museum so beautiful she could not go home until she had discovered its maker, a question that baffled the experts, too.

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

For more than a century, The Wind in the Willows and its endearing protagonists—Mole, Water Rat, Badger, and, of course, the incorrigible Toad—have enchanted children of all ages. Whether the four friends are setting forth on an exciting adventure, engaging in a comic caper, or simply relaxing by the River Thames, their stories will surprise and captivate you.

Hailed as one of the most enduringly popular works of the twentieth century, this story is a classic of magical fancy and enchanting wit. Penned in lyrical prose, the adventures and misadventures of the book’s intrepid quartet of heroes raise fantasy to the level of myth. Reflecting the freshness of childhood wonder, it still offers adults endless sophistication, substance, and depth.

Abhorsen by Garth Nix

Sent to a boarding school in Ancelstierre as a young child, Sabriel has had little experience with the random power of Free Magic or the Dead who refuse to stay dead in the Old Kingdom. But during her final semester, her father, the Abhorsen, goes missing, and Sabriel knows she must enter the Old Kingdom to find him.

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin

A bizarre chain of events begins when sixteen unlikely people gather for the reading of Samuel W. Westing's will. And though no one knows why the eccentric, game-loving millionaire has chosen a virtual stranger—and a possible murderer—to inherit his vast fortune, one thing's for sure: Sam Westing may be dead ... but that won't stop him from playing one last game!

Gone by Michael Grant

In the blink of an eye, everyone disappears. Gone. Except for the young.

There are teens, but not one single adult. Just as suddenly, there are no phones, no internet, no television. No way to get help. And no way to figure out what's happened.

Hunger threatens. Bullies rule. A sinister creature lurks. Animals are mutating. And the teens themselves are changing, developing new talents—unimaginable, dangerous, deadly powers—that grow stronger by the day. It's a terrifying new world. Sides are being chosen, a fight is shaping up. Townies against rich kids. Bullies against the weak. Powerful against powerless. And time is running out: On your 15th birthday, you disappear just like everyone else...

Heidi by Johanna Spyri

Little orphan Heidi goes to live high in the Alps with her gruff grandfather and brings happiness to all who know her on the mountain. When Heidi goes to Frankfurt to work in a wealthy household, she dreams of returning to the mountains and meadows, her friend Peter, and her beloved grandfather.

The Neverending Story by Michael Ende

The story begins with a lonely boy named Bastian and the strange book that draws him into the beautiful but doomed world of Fantastica. Only a human can save this enchanted place by giving its ruler, the Childlike Empress, a new name. But the journey to her tower leads through lands of dragons, giants, monsters, and magic, and once Bastian begins his quest, he may never return. As he is drawn deeper into Fantastica, he must find the courage to face unspeakable foes and the mysteries of his own heart.

[adamnablelittledevil]

"There is Lestat, first and foremost, the author of four books of his life and his adventures comprising everything you could ever possibly want to know about him and some of us. Lestat, ever the maverick and the laughing trickster. Six feet tall, a young man of twenty when made, with huge warm blue eyes and thick flashy blond hair, square of jaw, with a generous beautifully shaped mouth and skin darkened by a sojourn in the sun which would have killed a weaker vampire, a ladies' man, an Oscar Wildean fantasy, the glass of fashion, the most bold and disregarding dusty vagabond on occasion, loner, wanderer, heart-breaker and wise guy, dubbed the "Brat Prince" by my old Master - yes, imagine it, my Marius, yes, my Marius, who did indeed survive the torches of the Roman Coven-dubbed by Marius the 'Brat Prince,' though in whose Court and by whose Divine Right and whose Royal Blood I should like to know. Lestat, stuffed with the blood of the most ancient of our kind, indeed the very blood of the Eve of our species, some five to seven thousand years the survivor of her Eden, a perfect horror who, emerging from the deceptive poetical title of Queen Akasha of Those Who Must Be Kept, almost destroyed the world. Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist.

[...]

But Lestat was calling. Lestat was, or so he claimed, afraid. I had to go. The last time he'd been in trouble, I hadn't been free to rush to his rescue. There is a story to that, but nothing as important as this one which I tell now. Now I knew that my hard-won peace of mind might be shattered by the mere contact with him, but he wanted me to come, so I went.

[...]

Of course I knew the very moment that he left this world. I felt it. I was in New York already, very near to him and aware that you were there as well. Neither of us meant to let him out of our sight if at all possible. Then came the moment when he vanished in the blizzard, when he was sucked out of the earthly atmosphere as if he'd never been there. Being his fledgling you couldn't hear the perfect silence that descended when he vanished. You couldn't know how completely he'd been withdrawn from all things minuscule yet material which had once echoed with the beating of his heart. I knew.

[...]

I didn't fear for Lestat, not really. I had no hopes for his adventure, except that he would appear sooner or later and tell us some fantastical yarn. It would be regular Lestat talk, for nobody aggrandizes as he does his preposterous adventures. This is not to say that he hasn't switched bodies with a human. I know that he has. This is not to say that he didn't wake our fearsome goddess Mother, Akasha; I know that he did. This is not to say that he didn't smash my old superstitious Coven to bits and pieces in the garish years before the French Revolution. I've already told you so. But it's the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens me, the way that he connects one incident to another as though all these random and grisly occurrences were in fact links in some significant chain. They are not. They are capers. And he knows it. But he must make a gutter theatrical out of stubbing his toe. The James Bond of the Vampires, the Sam Spade of his own pages! A rock singer wailing on a mortal stage for all of two hours and, on the strength of that, retiring with a slew of recordings that feed him filthy lucre still from human agencies to this very night. He has a knack for making tragedy of tribulation, and forgiving himself for anything and everything in every confessional paragraph he pens. I can't fault him, really. I cannot help but hate it that he lies now in a coma on the floor of his chapel here, staring into a self-contained silence, despite the fledglings that circle him for precisely the same reason as I did, to see for themselves if the blood of Christ has transformed him somehow and he does not represent some magnificent manifestation of the miracle of the Transubstantiation. But I'll come to that soon enough. I've ranted myself into a little corner. I know why I resent him so, and find it so soothing to hammer at his reputation, to beat upon his immensity with both my fists. He has taught me too much. He has brought me to this very moment, here, where I stand dictating to you my past with a coherence and calm that would have been impossible before I came to his assistance with his precious Memnoch the Devil and his vulnerable little Dora. Two hundred years ago he stripped me of illusions, lies, excuses, and thrust me on the Paris pavements naked to find my way back to a glory in the starlight that I had once known and too painfully lost. But as we waited finally in the handsome high-rise apartment above St. Patrick's Cathedral, I had no idea how much more he could strip from me, and I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him now, and, owing him all that I am and know, I can do nothing to make him wake from his frigid sleep. But let me take things one at a time. What good is it to go back down now to the chapel here and lay my hands on him again and beg him to listen to me, when he lies as though all sense has truly left him and will never return. I can't accept this. I won't. I've lost all patience; I've lost the numbness that was my consolation. I find this moment intolerable."

THIS CHAPTER ISN'T OVER YET AND IT'S ALREADY PEAK INSANITY OMG

[utau-fanchildren-combos]

Error x Ink (part 1)

Acrylic by @drawingerror

Acrylic by @drawsomeshet

Acrylic by @rats-inyourtrashbin

Adobe by ?

Aelis by @ari-cuno

Axel by @ari-cuno

Airbrush by @adorablemew

Amarant by @kotikaleo

Amour by @melody69dark-thelostboy-blog

Anti by @redcas121

Āto by ?

Binary by @azulsundertaleblog

Blank Canvas, or Black Page, by @help-im-a-gay-fish adopted by @ari-cuno

Blank Page by ?

Blur Color @arkangel-vidraws

Blurry Color by @bealdash12

Bonbon by @sosozsofieia

Book by @glitchy-post

Broomie by @pulpitava

Brushy by @uv_ruru

Caper Pen by @lostorigin

Captcha by @bobateaboo

Canvas by @myta

Cartridge by @officialwretcheddarkness

Checkmate by @radio-y3n / @0zmodeus

Chroma by @autoartist

Clause by @nota-01

Color Code by 0tterLucy

Contrast by @kurolini909

Copic Marker by @maple-and-pie

Copic by @bobateaboo

Crystal by @artybone (not a fanchildren anymore)

Cyclone by @nova-blues

Cyral by @nova-blues

Cytrait by @nova-blues

Dawning by @star-gamerxox

Defectum by @defectiveask

Delete File by @glitchy-post

Delette by @gvaries

Design by @pepper-mint

Despair by ?

Dexterity by @ginganinja

Digit by @llwandehll

Drop by @mini-shrimp14

Drop by @uyuni-poyo

Easel by @clearlyclueless

Ei by @pocketbonesstuff

Ekon by @ooyoichioo

Embree by @edinchik

Erin by @premiumsans

Erin by @supermidnightqueen

Errin by @verinel2

All Parts / Next Part

[el-dritchknight]

Love, Emerald [Rom-Com Mystery]

Fandom: My Time At Sandrock (Video Game)

Characters | Ships: (Male/NB) Builder/Multi (including but not limited to: Pen, Owen, Ernest, Unsuur, Qi, etc.)

Summary:

When a mysterious letter from a secret admirer shows up at Emman "Emerald" Batumbakal's doorstep, the Fleeting High Tea Society to commission the builder to “investi-date” some of Sandrock's eligible bachelors. Will Emerald find true love in the dusty desert town? Or will the case of the crushing caper go unsolved? Or: An alternative universe loosely based off the movie: Love, Simon.

“...And inside the mailbox, there was a pretty opal sitting there.” Emerald fiddled with it between gloved fingers. The shiny gleam of the stone was eye-catching under the lights of the Blue Moon, but four pairs of eyes stared intently at the note on the wooden table, as if trying to divine the answers from the neat, printed writing or the ordinary, yellowed paper the message was written on.

“Who do you think it’s from?” Amirah asked, squinting at the letter from where she sat on Emerald’s right.

Emerald shrugged. “No idea. Honestly, I thought I was dreaming so I went back to bed. But when I woke up, it was still in the mail.”

Sitting across the builder, Heidi picked the letter up. “And Jasmine doesn’t know who it is?” 

“No. She said didn’t deliver this one.” Emerald chewed on his bottom lip. “You guys, um, don’t think this was another mix-up like the thing with Elsie and Mi-an, do you? I mean, I’m not the only one who worked on that stage?”

Next to Heidi, Pablo let out a long-suffering sigh. “Darling, face it—you are a catch . I didn’t dye those gorgeous locks of yours purple just because you paid me. Well, I did , but mostly because I knew it’d compliment your pretty face.”

read the rest on ao3

[nixariel]

Timelines and Carmen Sandiego: To Steal Or Not To Steal

...or, can I make the interactive special play nicely with canon? Meant as a companion to my previous timeline; please note that this is centred around the 'perfect' route where Carmen manages to save both her ground crew and the stolen items. For an overview of how to access all eight endings, I would highly recommend this excellent schematic.

Shanghai (stated in dialogue as approx 1 year after Carmen started stealing from V.I.L.E.; "which part of the last year")

·        "Notorious V.I.L.E. stronghold" is in Lujiazui district of Shanghai; location roughly corresponds to the Jin Mao Tower based on position relative to the Shanghai Tower and the Shanghai World Financial Center ·        Carmen can enter from the air by ziplining across from the Shanghai Tower or from the ground via the elevator shaft ·        Walks into conspicuously-open vault to learn her ground crew has been kidnapped; if she does not cooperate, the faculty will use Dr. Bellum's mindwiping device to turn Ivy and Zack into V.I.L.E. operatives        ◦ As per bad ending 1, Coach Brunt had bet Professor Maelstrom a steak dinner that Carmen would refuse V.I.L.E.'s deal point-blank ·        Curiously, a 10-19 licence plate is visible on a passing car during Player's intro of the target; in the main series, this number seems to be used exclusively for A.C.M.E. vehicles

Xi'an (roughly 2h direct flight time from Shanghai to Xi'an)

·        First task is the theft of a terracotta warrior for Brunt; Carmen goes to a "fresh dig site" where more statues have recently been found ·        Exact date unknown but apparently a Tuesday; "it's either dress-up Tuesday for the security staff or..." ·        Tigress has been sent as V.I.L.E.'s handler-slash-back-up for Carmen; leaving her in the pit reveals she has a fear of insects but helping her enables the later 'imperfect good' ending of saving Zack and Ivy while V.I.L.E. keeps the statue ·        Carmen gets her first check-in with the siblings, then is offered the choice of going to either Hell Creek, Montana, to retrieve a T. rex bone for Dr. Bellum or Monte Carlo, Monaco, to steal one hundred tins of Beluga caviar for Countess Cleo

·        If trying to establish a 'canon' narrative for the special, Cleo's caper would make the most sense as the next theft; Carmen has managed one heist for V.I.L.E. but now struggles with the implications of needing to do it again, and to a charity no less. Mime Bomb is also present more to monitor Carmen than to help, much like Tigress, and Julia does not mention a stolen dinosaur bone despite bringing up the missing terracotta warrior during her brief conversation with Carmen. Going from one plainclothes agent in Monte Carlo (or presumably only one; no recognizably-A.C.M.E. faces in the crowd and Julia reaches for her pen rather than an earpiece if tricked into going to the roof) to three officially-dressed agents in Montana also seems like a more appropriate escalation of A.C.M.E.'s efforts to catch Carmen than the reverse.

Monte Carlo (roughly 11h direct flight time from Xi'an to Monte Carlo)

·        Exterior of the hotel hosting the charity dinner appears somewhat similar to the Hotel Metropole Monte-Carlo ·        Debut of 'Scarlett Santarosa' as an alias; Player's startled "who??" upon hearing it suggests that this may not have been entirely planned ·        Declining the diplomat's offer to dance leads to Carmen expressing a preference for tango over the waltz; accepting it shows her losing focus/drifting into a daydream partway through, which may be a sign that having to rush through back-to-back capers is starting to wear on her ·        Evidently A.C.M.E. has received intel that V.I.L.E. may be targeting the caviar, Julia assigned to investigate and/or thwart; she seems much more comfortable blending in with upper-class society than pretending to be a fashion model in Milan ·        Julia also much more overt with her willingness to extend Carmen the benefit of the doubt; that she's carrying around a champagne glass full of some unspecified sparkling liquid is probably pure coincidence ;)

·        Carmen acknowledges having "joined forces with Jules before"—a phrasing that suggests something more like their collaboration in Milan than simply leaving the recovered Magna Cartas on a train seat; trusting Julia is necessary to achieve the 'perfect' route ending ·        The successful grab 'n' dash route leads to Carmen landing on a bridge-like structure with some similarities to the Fontvieille Shopping Centre; the unsuccessful stash 'n' sneak option has her walking down what is almost certainly the Rue de Millo in La Condamine

Terminal 5 of Heathrow Airport (roughly 2h direct flight time from Monte Carlo to Heathrow)

·        Before continuing on to the third heist, Carmen demands another check-in with Ivy and Zack; comparing the amount of light coming through their cell window at different times of day allows her to deduce that they are being held somewhere with 24/7 sunlight ·        Player confirms that this would currently be the North rather than South Pole; midnight sun in the Arctic goes from late March to late September

·        Choosing to attempt a rescue instead of continuing with the third heist reveals that Tigress has been stationed at the Arctic facility, presumably to oversee the guarding of Carmen's ground crew; unclear how/if she is involved in their transfer to Île d'Oléron for the ending of the 'perfect' route        ◦ The diner from the post-Arctic bad ending is located in none other than San Diego, suggesting that this is after Team Red purchases the Carmen Brand Outerwear warehouse (and is quite possibly the Best Sneaky Detail in this entire special asdfghj XDD)

Hell Creek (roughly 9.5h direct flight time plus 3.5h drive time from Heathrow to Hell Creek State Park)

·        Carmen more resigned than upset at the thought of stealing the T. rex bone for Bellum; would be in keeping with having managed to get through two heists for V.I.L.E. already ·        Archaeologist from Morocco can be seen entering one of the tents at the excavation site (a.k.a. the OTHER contender for Best Sneaky Detail XD)

·        Even considering something as risky as trying to catch and break into a plane while it's taking off may be another sign of strain/fatigue affecting Carmen; this would also fit with Montana being her third caper in a row ·        Research lab is approximately 200 miles away (and is attached to an amusement park like the discount version of a Michael Crichton novel, there's even a Tyrannosaurus head over the main entrance, this is ABSOLUTELY intentional XDD) ·        Bellum expected her to have snagged the bone within mere hours of landing in Montana ("been in Montana for an entire afternoon"); pushing Carmen to complete the thefts as quickly as possible is likely part of keeping her too busy to out-think V.I.L.E.'s trap ·        Carmen is offered the choice of El Topo or Le Chevre for assistance; El Topo will show up having helpfully researched potential exit routes while Le Chevre drops a pinecone on her head and calls her "the bossy one in [their] class" ·        Compared to El Topo, Le Chevre also distinctly under-impressed by the quality of A.C.M.E.'s suits ·        El Topo's knowledge of the tunnels underneath the combo museum/amusement park leads to a quick and A.C.M.E.-baffling disappearance after nabbing the bone; picking Le Chevre, on the other hand, leads to the very serious A.C.M.E. agents very seriously commandeering a dinosaur-themed roller coaster train in order to chase Carmen along said roller coaster's track until she manages a daringly acrobatic escape that ends with her hang-gliding off into the night (yes I have a favourite operative how can you tell)

·        As an alternative to a straight reconciliation with show-canon, might I suggest that riding a literal roller coaster in order to chase Carmen Sandiego through an amusement park in the middle of the night sounds suspiciously like someone trying to prank a newly-reinstated Devineaux? ;)

Terminal 5 of Heathrow Airport (unknown drive time plus roughly 9.5h direct flight time from Montana to Heathrow)

·        After she returns to the airport, the faculty sends Carmen an e-ticket for a ferry to the Île d'Oléron; she is to bring the dinosaur bone and caviar tins there to exchange for her ground crew ·        Somehow Julia has managed to track Carmen to Heathrow, unclear if A.C.M.E. aware; her attempt to tail the thief is quickly noticed and Carmen uses the opportunity to ask for her help

Île d'Oléron (roughly 75 min direct flight time from Heathrow to La Rochelle; ferry to the island takes another hour)

·        Paperstar watching from the Phare de Chassiron; as per the final bad ending, V.I.L.E. plans to have Lady Dokuso and the Cleaners ambush Carmen after she disembarks

·        All real-world ferries to Île d'Oléron look to be from La Rochelle; closest actual stop would be Saint-Denis-d'Oléron, approximately 4 km away, as the coastline near the lighthouse is too shallow to permit a commercial dock ·        Carmen has Julia take her place on the ferry and swims to the island instead, finds Zack and Ivy in the V.I.L.E. aircraft hangar there ·        Paperstar notices Julia's glasses and alerts the guards, interrupting their escape ·        Zack figures out how to fly a helicopter in a hurry and Carmen references Casablanca ("here's looking at you, crew"); terracotta warrior conveniently found to be already stowed/never unloaded in back

Julia's apartment, presumably still in Poitiers

·        All stolen items deposited neatly outside Julia's door, complete with a bouquet of roses; we do not see who rings the doorbell ·        One possible explanation for the opening and closing scenes of Ivy and Zack during the post-ending bonus music video is that they indeed managed to break out of their cell at least once while Carmen was busy with V.I.L.E.'s capers, even if they were then recaptured before they could find a way off the Arctic base; certainly their parts of the song are referenced in-episode during both the post-Xi'an check-in and the post-Arctic bad ending

Special vs. Canon

In terms of trying to fit the special with the rest of the show, both Carmen's dialogue ("which part of the last year", see estimated date for Boston caper in previous timeline) and the Arctic midnight sun reference suggest a late spring/early summer time frame, meaning roughly April to June-ish depending on how strict we want to be with the definition of a year. Shadow-san's absence from the faculty and from the special in general, plus the fact that the remaining members appear to be in some transitional location—as per the industrial metal-panel backgrounds during most of their calls to Carmen, rather than anything resembling either the Canary Islands school or the Outer Hebrides castle—isn't as definitive, but would at least be in keeping with a post-explosion (March-ish) pre-move-to-Scotland (October) placement.

There is also Julia's readiness to trust Carmen's intentions in Monte Carlo, combined with Carmen's "joined forces with Jules before" line, which would suggest that this is before Player Trojan-horses the A.C.M.E. database but after the Milan caper. Given the notable absence of any reference to Stockholm, this might further suggest a point after both that mishap and the failed Botswana collaboration because Carmen's willingness to reach out for A.C.M.E.'s help with the diamond mine could be seen as forgiveness for chasing her off a tower in Sweden—and with that attitude of letting bygones be bygones, Julia might consider doubling down on her faith in Carmen to be a more convincing apology than dragging up bad history.

With how quickly things go from Brunt dropping the Wolfebomb to Carmen salvaging the mainframe hard drive to her demanding answers from Shadow-san, it would be very difficult for the special to take place then regardless of how conveniently it would excuse the ninja's absence. However, there is an unspecified amount of time between that confrontation and Carmen showing up at Chief's usual coffee shop in Seattle—and since Carmen wouldn't have confirmed Shadow-san's truthfulness yet, he'd most likely still be benched in San Diego (nor would the faculty expect to see him with her given their belief in having driven a wedge between the two). Chase, at this point, would also have been retrieved from the island and fired by Interpol but not yet reactivated as an A.C.M.E. agent.

Although not a perfect reconciliation—that Carmen would be willing to put a hold on finding answers about her father's death in order to raid a random V.I.L.E. vault in Shanghai is... questionable, to say the least—the most plausible canon setting for the special would therefore seem to be after the reveal of how Shadow-san became a faculty member but before Team Red comes up with a plan for how to hack A.C.M.E.'s database.

As always, this is the work of only one person. If there's something missing or incorrect, let me know and I'm happy to update. Otherwise, I have a CS 2019 trivia tag for the things that didn't quite fit in either timeline, as well as the odd headcanon that does a little more reading-between-the-lines. ;) Have fun.

END

[justforbooks]

Paul Auster

Author of The New York Trilogy who conjured up a world of wonder and happenstance, miracle and catastrophe

The American writer Paul Auster, who has died aged 77 from complications of lung cancer, once described the novel as “the only place in the world where two strangers can meet on terms of absolute intimacy”. His own 18 works of fiction, along with a shelf of poems, translations, memoirs, essays and screenplays written over 50 years, often evoke eerie states of solitude and isolation. Yet they won him not just admirers but distant friends who felt that his peculiar domain of chance and mystery, wonder and happenstance, spoke to them alone. Frequently bizarre or uncanny, the world of Auster’s work aimed to present “things as they really happen, not as they’re supposed to happen”.

To the readers who loved it, his writing felt not like avant-garde experimentalism but truth-telling with a mesmerising force. He liked to quote the philosopher Pascal, who said that “it is not possible to have a reasonable belief against miracles”. Auster restored the realm of miracles – and its flip-side of fateful catastrophe – to American literature. Meanwhile, the “postmodern” sorcerer who conjured alternate or multiple selves in chiselled prose led (aptly enough) a double life as sociable pillar of the New York literary scene, a warm raconteur whose agile wit belied the brooding raptor-like image of his photoshoots. For four decades he lived in Brooklyn with his second wife, the writer Siri Hustvedt.

The fortune that drives his stories played a part in his own career. City of Glass (1985), the philosophical mystery that launched his New York Trilogy and his ascent to fame, appeared from a small imprint after 17 rejections. Though the novel helped build his misleading reputation as a cool cult author, a moody Parisian existentialist marooned in noir New York, it had a pseudonymous forerunner that shows another Auster face.

Squeeze Play, published under the pen-name “Paul Benjamin” in 1982, is a baseball-based crime caper. Its disconsolate gumshoe, Max Klein, muses that “I had come to the limit of myself, and there was nothing left.” If that plight sounds typically Auster-ish, then even more so was the baseball setting. Auster adored the sport and played it well: “I had quick reflexes and a strong arm – but my throws were often wild.” In a much-repeated tale, he failed aged eight to get an autograph from his idol Willie Mays, of the New York Giants, because he had not brought a pencil. Auster “cried all the way home”.

Auster’s work is more deeply embedded in the mid-century national culture that fuelled the novels of his elders, such as Philip Roth and John Updike, than some advocates appreciated. His fables of identity-loss and alienation have emotional roots in the mean, lonely city streets he knew when young. He once insisted, to fans and scoffers who labelled him an esoteric “French” or European coterie author, that “all of my books have been about America”.

He was born in Newark, New Jersey (also Roth’s hometown). His parents, Queenie (nee Bogat) and Samuel Auster, children of Jewish immigrants from eastern Europe, set him on a classic American path of upward mobility through education while remaining, to their son, opaque. The Invention of Solitude (1982) was Auster’s haunting attempt to imagine the life of his impenetrable father. Ghostly fathers would pervade his work. As would sudden calamity. When, aged 14, he witnessed a fellow summer-camper struck dead by lightning, the event became a paradigm for the savage contingency of life, “the bewildering instability of things”. His later novel 4321 (2017), which revisits this formative trauma, cites the composer John Cage: “The world is teeming: anything can happen.” In Auster’s work, it does.

At Columbia University in New York, he studied literature, and took part in the student protests of 1968, before moving to Paris to scrape a living as a translator of French poetry (a surrealist anthology was his first published work). He lived – literally in a garret – with the writer Lydia Davis, and returned in 1974 with nine dollars to his name. Back in New York, they married, but were divorced in 1978, a year after the birth of their son, Daniel. Poetry collections followed, but Auster’s thwarted efforts to secure a decent livelihood meant that he gave his ruefully funny 1997 memoir Hand to Mouth the subtitle “a chronicle of early failure”.

In 1982, he married the novelist and essayist Hustvedt (who recalled their courtship as “a really fast bit of business”). She became his first reader and trusted guide; they had a daughter, Sophie. Husband and wife would work during the day on different floors of their Park Slope brownstone, and watch classic movies together in the evening. Auster wrote first in longhand, then edited on his cherished Olympia typewriter.

The New York Trilogy (Ghosts and The Locked Room followed a year after City of Glass) made his stock soar, and attracted both celebrity and opportunity.

Auster wrote gnomic screenplays for arthouse films (Smoke, Blue in the Face, both 1995), even directed one (The Inner Life of Martin Frost, 2007). But it was the enigmatic, hallucinatory aura of his fiction – in 1990s novels such as The Music of Chance, Leviathan and Mr Vertigo – that defined his sensibility. Sometimes this trademark style could veer into whimsy or self-parody (as in Timbuktu, 1999, with its canine hero) although stronger novels – such as The Brooklyn Follies (2005) – always pay heed to the pulse, and voice, of contemporary America. Keenly engaged in current affairs, Auster held office in the writers’ body PEN, deplored the rise of Donald Trump, and spoke of his country’s core schism between ruthless individualism and “people who believe we’re responsible for one another”.

Auster the exacting aesthete was also a yarn-hungry storyteller. If he edited a centenary edition of Samuel Beckett – a literary touchstone, along with Hawthorne, Proust, Kafka and Joyce – he also compiled a selection of unlikely true tales submitted by National Public Radio listeners. They revealed the strange “unknowable forces” at work in everyday life. In his epic novel 4321, the formal spellbinder and social chronicler meet. It sends a boy born in New Jersey in 1947 down four separate paths in life: an Auster encyclopedia, ingenious but heartfelt too. Bulk and heart also characterised his mammoth 2021 biography of the Newark-born literary prodigy Stephen Crane, Burning Boy.

The ferocity of fate that scars his work gouged wounds into Auster’s life as well. Daniel succumbed to addiction, accidentally killed his infant daughter with drugs, and died of an overdose in 2022. Auster’s cancer diagnosis came in 2023. Prolific and versatile as ever, in that year he still published both an impassioned essay on America’s firearms fixation (Bloodbath Nation) and his farewell novel, Baumgartner. Its narrative hi-jinks dance smartly over a bass chord of grief.

Auster populated a literary planet all his own, where the strange music, and magic, of chance and contingency coexist with love, dream and wonder. In Burning Boy, he wonders why Crane’s output now goes largely unread, although “the prose still crackles, the eye still cuts, the work still stings”. After 34 books, so does his own.

Auster is survived by his wife and daughter, and a grandson, and by his sister, Janet.

🔔 Paul Benjamin Auster, writer, born 3 February 1947; died 30 April 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[sparrow-marrow]

CSOCW 24 Day 7 - La Femme Rouge-

@carmensandiego-ocweek

Jamie learns the truth about Player's international pen pal 'Red'

(Probably during season 2 after they get the HQ)

"Where the fuck did it go??" Jamie thought aloud as they searched up and down for her computer charger. He had an audition at the end of the month and wanted to print out their resume and headshot. 'Maybe Peter has an extra.' She wondered as he made their way down the hall to his room.

Jamie knocked, and knocked, Player didn't answer either time, so they opened the door to ask.

"Hey, Player? Do you have an-" Jamie was interrupted by Player responding to someone on the other side of the call, "Alright Red, disabling the security cameras now." He started to type on his desktop, when he noticed light coming from behind him. He turned and noticed Jamie leaning on the doorframe, one eyebrow raised. "Fuck you mean 'disabling the security cams'?" Player felt sweat beginning to roll down his forehead, "Oh Crap."

"Player? Is everything alright?" The familiar voice of Carmen calmed him down a small bit, "Yeah just give me a sec." He turned back to his computer to finish, while Jamie sat down on a chair and gave him a look that said 'We'll talk later'.

The caper was successful, but Player couldn't be more nervous. Maybe it was the fact that he now had to explain the VILE situation to Jamie, who had been watching for the past 2 hours.

"Explain. Now." Jamie was sitting in the chair like you would expect an older sibling to do. Player nervously chuckled, "Well... Do you remember my friend Red", Jamie nodded, "And have you heard of Carmen Sandiego?" They scoffs, "Everyone's heard of Carmen Sandiego," Jamie's eyes widened as she put things together, "Oh my god, don't tell me, Red is Carmen," Player rubbed his neck while Jamie pinched his nose, "And you're her programmer or whatever." Player gave her a small smile, "Got it in one." Jamie then suggested that Player should call Carmen to explain more of this... entire thing.

It wasn't until Player got Carmen on video call that the entire story was explained. "So you," Jamie pointed at the screen, "were raised by shitty people, one of which is not so shitty, in a school for thieves," He then pointed at Player, "During which, you hacked through the security and befriended Carmen. And now you're dismantling this entire organization heist by heist with 3 other people." Both Carmen and Player nodded, Player kind of nervous of how Jamie will react.

Jamie just shrugged and said, "As long as you're not hurting anyone and spiting assholes, I'm fine with it.", They stood up and patted their legs, "Now if you could tell me the names of those other shitty people. My guitar and I have a date..." Player recognized the glint in Jamie's eyes as she said that. "JAMIE, NO! DO NOT." Carmen looked confused as Player jumped out of his chair to grab Jamie's arm, "What're they trying to do?" Player looked back at the screen, "Remember how I told you how I had a bully problem a couple of years ago?" Carmen nodded. "Jamie stopped them by using horror special effects and a very threatening guitar message." Carmen just nodded slowly, "Where did you say Jamie went to school again?"

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Sup!

I was wondering if I could request platonic yandere riddler trying to teach reader how to make a good riddle.

It would be most appreciated. thx

I would love to, BTAS Eddie btw.

Tw: intimidation, kidnapping, threats of blackmail and violence (slight).

Eddie was little more than a distraction to what you wanted to do now, it was as if every time he got out of Arkham he found his way back to you.

He smiled fondly at your annoyed expression and gave you a hug. The constriction threatened to snap you in half. If you'd been able to feel your fingers you would've felt the blood flow begging for some release.

“Hello my dear friend, it's been quite a while since I'd seen you last.”

“It's been three weeks Edward.”

He shrugged off the comment with a bashful grin. Then took you from the goons he had bring you up, merely waving them off as he rather quickly pulled you over to his desk.

Having been friends with Edward since before he'd moved from New York to Gotham you knew his excitement better than anyone. As he sat you down in the chair, harsher than he'd meant to he made his way over to his side.

“Care to tell me why you can't just wait for another probationary period Edward? I visited you the last time you warned me about the blackmail.” You didn't want to be there at all, and looking into the almost watery green eyes of your friend it was clear he did.

Feigning ignorance Edward rolled his eyes, “Why would I ever actually blackmail you? You're far too important to me.”

“I must be given this is the eighth time you’ve kidnapped-“

He interjected,

“Borrowed!”

You deadpanned before continuing,

“Kidnapped, me.”

His brows furrowed harshly, nose twitching as he shuffled his elbows inward. The tension in his fists were obvious, as was the same tension in his neck.

“I don’t want to play this with you. I just borrowed-“ he stood slowly, lights from outside casting the front of his body in darkness. “You.”

You nodded as you saw him do the same.

“Okay Edward.”

“Eddie.” He corrected dangerously, regaining absolute control of the situation.

You held your breath in for a moment to keep yourself from shaking.

“Okay Eddie.”

He sat back down slowly, never taking his eyes off of you. They seemed to bite into your soul, searching for the very moment you’d decide to flee.

“I'm thinking of my next caper.” he started, strongly.

You fiddled with your pants before nodding, pursed lips.

“Yeah that's uhh, kinda bad Eddie.”

“I can’t exactly control what my mind wants me to do. It becomes so bad I feel the need to pick at myself if I don’t plan.” He stood from his chair and dramatically went through the movements, going on a tangent about how the feelings just build until they burst.

“Is there anyway I can help…” you paused, he turned around intrigued by what you were saying.

“With the… building?” You we’re unsure of how you phrased that, the words coming out awkward. But he seemed to understand.

His eyes widened and he seemed brighter than before.

“Well well well, look who’s coming into their own!” He smiled slyly before turning to his bookshelf, you meanwhile looked for an escape.

Every window was sealed. There were guards outside, Eddie could practically read your mind, and knew that you never actually went to the restroom when you were uncomfortable with something.

“Okay!”

He set a pen and paper down in front of you before nearly organizing the books in front of him. He pulled a map of Gotham out of his shirt right after, setting the paper before you.

You looked up incredulously, desperately searching for an answer as Eddie leaned on the table happily staring at you.

“What is this?”

“Planning!”

“For what?!”

“You’re not stupid my friend do try and fit the pieces in with one another.” He leaned in and kept the map open with one arm and pushed your chair in with the other. From here you could feel him shaking with glee, the previous tension forgotten.

You tried to forget that you were making plans for a supervillain here, and tried to imagine all the times you’d spent with one another.

“How abouuut…” You tried thinking only to feel like your brain was useless. You drew blanks, pushing the paper away with one hand as Edward stared, concerned back at you.

“I’m no good at this stuff Eddie, maybe I can help give you tools, or run you coffee. Like a secretary!” This was partially to arouse sympathy from your old friend, but also to find a way to leave and not speak to him again.

“To have you mitigated to a secretary as my best friend?” He looked bluntly at you, “that’s stupid,” he snatched the pencil from your hand, and grabbed the paper. “You start with one idea. Then add on, you don’t give up if you don’t have it right away. Now throw somthing out there.”

You fumbled, and he began to hum a tune from a game show he knew, counting down your time. It reminded you of nights where the two of you would go over Flashcards for tests.

“Nuclear Fission!”

He ‘oohed’, impressed by the quick and out of the box thinking, and he quickly jotted the idea down

The next few were rapid fire rounds.

“The starry night-“

“Colour theorem.”

“Absurdism!”

“EDWARD PUT DOWN THE DAMN NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!”

By the end of the night the two of you were down a bottle and a half of whiskey, with a plan that only required word play, and machinery.

You leaned against the man with an arm over his shoulder as you reminisced your childhood.

“I missed this Eddie, you always were great company.”

He smiled earnestly, his readers glasses slipping down his nose as he undid his tie. “You were always like a younger sibling to me, it’d only make sense for me to wanna spend time with you…”

He trailed off, then grew somber.

“I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head in confusion, and he put a hand on your shoulder. “For the interruptions, and the blackmail… I really-“ he turned his head as his voice cracked. You could tell he was getting emotional, so you pulled him in for a hug.

The two of you set to sleep that night, Ed in his armchair, you on the couch. And you began to wonder if helping him with riddles would really be all that bad.

[moonthay]

MoonFanchild Tale EP 3: "returning home"

M!Gradient: You know, you just made a deal with the son of death, right?

M!Delette: Wow, it really is-

M!Gradient: We arrived.

M!Palette: Where were you commoner?

M!Delette: Looking for the stuffed bunny outside, huh?

M!Palette: hmm...

M!Palette: All good! You won this plebeian, but as soon as I find out something you did wrong I'm going to tell dad everything!

M!Delette: I know it seems like he's bad, but it's not true!

M!Delette: He just seems like a spoiled, arrogant little prince and he kind of is -

M!Delette: but that's because he wants to hide his gentle and sensitive side for fear of being weak.

M!Delette: There are people who act with evil out of fear, it's survival that's why roses have thorns

M!Delette: But let's talk about good things, Glim's first day of school is coming!

M!Glim: I'm really excited to find out what a school is like!

[I kept talking to that "ghost boy" and he has an idea to advance the investigation]

Fim/End

The next EP will be the 5th since EP 4 is the video "Look Up(1,2)" that is available on my channel, my classes start again on Monday so I will reduce the frequency of episodes, but I will try my best post videos and post a kiss and thank you for reading this far!

O próximo EP já vai ser o 5 já que o EP 4 é o vídeo "Look Up(1,2)" que tem disponível no meu canal, minhas aulas voltam segunda feira então vou diminuir a frequência de episódios, mas irei tentar o máximo postar vídeos e post um beijo e obrigada por ter lido até aqui!

Gradient Sans By @askcomboclub Palette By @angeutblogo Delette Sans By @gvaries Caper Pen By @lostorigin Glim -not found- Drop By @uyuni-piyo Goth Sans By @nekophy

[bittersweetomens]

Have you been waiting for more? With the chaos of season 2 our inspiration has been revitalized, and a full second epic of quips and capers are in the works for Jahaziel (our (newly) fallen angel Crowley) and Aziraphale (our tenured demon librarian slash demon-reforming reverend) - so in the meantime, please have a sweet and fluffy fic visiting our wonderful husbands on their first official wedding anniversary!

Please reblog and share with your friends - the other completed works in the Bittersweet Omens AU series are connected to this story as well, for your reading pleasure (or displeasure, there's a fair amount of angst there, too ;) )

Penned lovingly by @niceisa4letterword and @heavenslittlehellion!

[buckets-and-trees]

WIP tag game

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @mrs-illyrian-baby for tagging me!

devour: heat

cedar trees sleepy morning

Eva's transfer ask

full moon

professors

bucky's lap/what you want sequel?

I'm Your Man engagement life

great bucky bake off

lloyd finds you

dark sleeping beauty

warm shadows final

mafia ari

devour: capers

two alphas

radio bucky

these open skies

minotaur bucky lore sequel

out of these waters

thighs of betrayal

villain bucky

soulmate steve 2

np tags, but apparently I've gotta tag 21 of you: @witchywithwhiskey @vonalyn @rookthorne @navybrat817 @sgt-seabass @biteofcherry @stargazingfangirl18 @ghotifishreads @jobean12-blog @tom-whore-dleston @lessersole @jen-with-a-pen @vellicore @buckysburdens @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @ijustneedpopcorn @sgtnightwolfinthetardis @potatothots @labella420 @shadeysprings @princessphilly @mellowsaturns @gaysindistress @sergeantbarnessdoll @crazyunsexycool

[outofangband]

Love, love, love the birds worldbuilding in Himring.

I've actually been digging through links looking for birds that occupy Nan Elmoth and the surrounding area - Himlad, northern Estolad, the banks of the Celon.

Any thoughts about the flying critters living around there?

I’ll start with Himlad!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment masterlist

Himlad was a realm in Eastern Beleriand, bordered on the West by the river Aros and on the East, its tributary, Celon. It means ‘cool plain’ in Sindarin and was described simply as a cold region, likely due to its proximity to the March and thus to the Iron Mountains, the cold fronts of which extend throughout the surrounding regions. 

I have imagined it as a steppe environment with an ecology similar to Mongolia. We have little information on environment other than the description of cold but some speculation can be done due to the habitat and through looking at similar real habitats, mostly in Northern Europe and temperate parts of Asia as well as parts of North America which Tolkien was inspired by the prairies in (source: The Flora of Middle Earth)

As always I include world building notes at the end so it’s not just a list of species! And as always please consider the list incomplete! There are so so many birds and I often go back to add more. Feel free to request a more specific prompt to focus on or a more specific family of birds

In the plains and steppe: tawny pipit (migratory, traveling west in the winter), David’s snowfinch, brown accentor, Siberian stonechat (also found in shrubs), rosy starling, swan geese, steppe partridge, pallas’s sandgrouse, great bustard, common cuckoo (migratory), cornrail (migratory, avoids the more arid parts), bearded vulture, crested lark, golden eagle, steppe eagle, imperial eagle, grey faced buzzard, ring necked pheasant, hazel grouse, black grouse, blue rock thrush, common quail, horned owls, gray partridge, desert warbler

Roosting in the sparse trees and shrubs: Yellow browed bunting, common rosefinch, fieldfare, stock dove, common nightjar, little owl, pine bunting

River shores: snow bunting (migratory), red necked crane (migratory), greater painted snipe, osprey, coturnix quail, grey heron, hen harrier, white throated dipper, bank swallow

Other: fork-tailed swift (migratory, mainly aerial), white headed duck, house sparrow, brambling (migratory), song thrush (migratory), black billed caper, northern wren

World building notes:

-Hunting with eagles and other birds of prey is more common than in the other Fëanorian realms (though most utilize birds at least sometimes). Golden and steppe eagles are used primarily by Celegorm and his loyal servants; these are huge and beautiful birds whose use is in some ways a boast of the skill of their handlers

-Celegorm’s knowledge of the language of birds is highly utilized for the defensive and offensive projects of Himlad. Though his followers do not for the most part have this gift they are highly skilled in using tracks, traces and conditions to understand the presence of local birds and the implications thereof. They know what to make of the stray tail feathers of a steppe partridge versus the presence of molt. They know the difference between the tracks of

Of course this applies to other creatures besides birds but as this post is about birds…

-Grouse and quail are sometimes kept for meat and eggs though different species of quail then are kept by the Marchwardens of Doriath. Some of the species are brought from Estolad, Ossiriand or Western Beleriand. The birds are housed in large open pens with small nesting boxes. 

-There are also domestic species of chicken, peacock and quail like birds that are kept for similar reasons. Hybrid species, sometimes with native species, occur naturally and through planned breeding projects during the Long Peacd

-The camouflage of steppe creatures including birds is often used in the fashion of Himlad’s soldiers.

-The various sections of archers among the army and scouts are distinguished by varying types of feathers used in their arrows. For example, Swan goose feather is used for the scouts that patrol the borders and rivers, swift feathers are used among the smaller more specialized groups and golden eagle feathers are reserved for the archers who will be first in the lines of offensive movements.

-Game birds are hunted for meat though all parts are used. Bird bones are actually highly utilized by the host of Himlad, in jewelry and headwear as well as whistles and other tools.

As always please feel free to ask more!

[utau-fanchildren-combos]

Error x Ink Fanchildren [C-D]

C

Cadenza by @alryriarose

Calamus, by @areallylittleshrimp

Calluna, by @the-creator-undertale-au

Caper Pen, by @lostorigin

Castell.EXE, by RebornHydra, adopted by ElatedFeline

Captcha, by @bobateaboo

Catalog by @slugott

Canvas, by @myta

Cartridge, by @officialwretcheddarkness

Checkmate, by @radio-y3n / @0zmodeus

Chroma, by @autoartist

Cinnamon, by @thesmallsoul

Clause by @nota-01

Clay by @karineverse

Clay, by lilly

Clay by @yuzuki-wolf

Clear, by @iv-horsemen

Clipboard by @slugott

Clover by @yotyanvino

Clutter by ARandomGirlOnD

Code by @nantu22

Code, by ReaperSans/Has Wings

Code, by@Trash01

Color Code, by @0tterLucy

Colorcode, or Color & Code, by @melocakes574

Colour, by ?

Colour, by @soft-peterparker (formerly @swootygold07)

Connie Code, by @Happythrusday24

Contrast, by @kurolini909

Contrast, by @xxeonv (?)

Copt, by Fantastic-Host1035

Copic Marker, by @maple-and-pie

Copic, by @bobateaboo

Craft by @lazydrawershy

Creative Order by Arro29823772

Creative Mode by Lilithblueflame

Critical by @snowy-bones

Crochet by @whatsasilverartistdoinghere

Crystal, by @artybone (not a fanchildren anymore)

Crystal, by errsnskini

Custom (?), by @big-senpai / LexysDesu adopted by AutumnSheep (DeviantArt)

Cyan, by R. I. P. Reaper In Party

Cyclone, by @nova-blues

Cyral, by @nova-blues

Cytrait, by @nova-blues

D

Damask by @boobluebutterly

Daphne, by @ItzL_X3L

Data by @starreaperlutia (No longer in UTAU : new ref)

Dawning, by @star-gamerxox

Debug by @slugott

Defectum, by @defectiveask

Delete File, by @glitchy-post

Delette, by @gvaries

Den, by @hakki-no

Design, by @pepper-mint

Designer by @northyred

Despair, by ?

Dexterity, by @ginganinja

Digit, by @llwandehll

Doodle, by @offical-dystopiantale

Drop, by @mini-shrimp14

Drop, by @uyuni-poyo

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