#colour going absolutely nuts over here

[greykolla-art]

Hello!

This show gets more intriguing by the minute!

[wayfayrr]

Gonna ask this RIGHT this time lets GOOO

I’m a bit of a nut when it comes to pyromaniac and explosion obsessed characters, just going absolutely manic with numerous explosions going off around them type of stuff

Can I maybe ask for a reader like that with Time? Just an absolutely tired man who loves seeing them happy, but by god please put the gunpowder down for five minutes

Thank you, and once again bc you deserve it, congratulations :>

thank you again for all the congratulations 🥹💖💖 I swear everyone on here is so sweet. 💖 for this one I hope you don't mind I went with a calmer moment for that type of reader where they're sitting by the fire making explosives relaxing, I hope you like it!!!🔥✨✨

“[name], what are you making over there? Please don’t tell me it’s more explosives…”

“Look you don’t have to mutter under your breath like that.”

“You didn’t answer my question [name].”

“I thought you didn’t want me to tell you.”

The old man seems to be looking his age for once, granted I'm one of the main reasons he's been pushed to his limits like this. Really though, it's in my nature I can't just hold myself back. He should know this with how clear it is that I'm not the most civil when things like this are involved.

"Please stop making explosives from your own world, at least use normal bombs."

"'Normal bombs' don't have the same effect though Time... Look it's not like I'm making the dangerous ones."

Maybe I should stop doing stuff like this, it seems Time really is more stressed than he ever was before I arrived. The chain are taking care of me here, I shouldn't be adding to their stress, well time’s stress more than anything. It’s hard not to feel at least a little guilty about acting like this when he sounds so exhausted. Planting himself down next to me with a sigh, it really feels like I’m about to be given a lecture about my personal safety. It takes a moment to remove my current project away from the heat and to make sure that it’s stable, meaning I can leave it unattended for a while. Better to be over-cautious than the reason Hyrule needs to tire himself out or drain their already low supplies. Nothing would make me feel worse than that after a lecture.

“Just be careful dear, I love you more than anything so I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lecture me?”

“No, I love seeing how happy you are. Even if I wish I was the one making you happy rather than the explosives.”

That was unexpected? I swear if Wild was the one in my place he’d have been trapped here for hours while Time went on about his safety, but for me just a simple admission and a blush? Time’s blushing!? Because of me?? How long will it take him to realise how I’m looking at him like he’s both amazing and acting utterly unlike the Time I know? Barely a second it seems.

“Don’t let me sitting here distract you [name].”

“RIGHT. Yes alright. Um… would you like me to show you some really cool things you can do with fire? There are some safer things in my world that are beautiful.”

“Do you have it recorded on your ‘phone’?”

Rolling my eyes at him with a genuine laugh while reaching for a couple of containers within my bag, he seems a bit scared of what I’m about to pull out of my bag. Like he’s expecting another outburst like the first fight I got into, It's a good thing Hyrule can treat burns. 

“They’re different metal oxides, they change the colours of the fire. And no I’m not going to set the forest alight again not at the moment anyway.”

“[name] I love you but please.”

“...Fine. I promise I won't set the forest alight at all. Now can I show you what these do?”

I didn’t even let him answer this time, preferring to just toss some of the copper chloride powder into the fire waiting for his response to the apple-green flames. He looks stunning with how they reflect off of his armour, and how they highlight his face. Which colours would light him up the most beautifully I wonder, red, green, pink, cutting the colours completely and having him silhouetted by an explosion perhaps? 

“Do you keep things related to all of this on you at all times?”

“Why would you ever assume otherwise?”

“Please hold back from burning entire woods from now on.”

“...I’ll try.”

[lixenn]

Crochet corner

I'm back with my yarn babbling again, this time because I want to distract myself from thesis writing OTL

My current scarf project is still ongoing and I left it at home so I can't show any progress pictures since I'm in my dorm again (and I forgot to take some when I was still at my parents place), so I will talk about my past projects.

And when I say past, I mean past, as in I will go back to my crochet roots. You're getting my fiber artist history hot off the keyboard folks, so strap in and enjoy the ride.

Back to the beginnings

My crochet journey started way back in primary school, where tiny baby Lix made a small square creature in craft class. Basically we crocheted a square (easily done with single crochets, can be achieved by tiny people) folded it in half, sewed together the edges, stuffed it with cotton fluff stuff and sewed it shut. Put on some eyes, a nose and mouth plus fake fur as hair and hurray you made a square creature! I actually kept that thing for years, it was chilling on our radiator like a wonky guardian until it eventually got lost or thrown out (I can't remember which). I remember that the stitches were surpisingly neat for my age, which past Lix apparently couldn't replicate for years. Primary school me had talent... (unfortunately I don't have a picture of the wonky square creature or I would have showed you guys)

Deco for the win

While I did try once or twice to get back into crocheting again it never really worked out until! My mum found this website: Drops-Design. A German (?) website for knitting and crochet patterns (and lots of other stuff). She showed me some cute cupcake and coffe cup coasters and asked if I could make them. Past Lix - like current Lix - was filled with false confidence and answered with: "Yeah, sure I can try." So, my mum ordered the yarn over the website and my crochet adventures started from anew.

Fortunately for my sanity the patterns my mum asked for had video tutorials attached, otherwise I would have been utterly fucked, since I have never read a crochet pattern in my life. With the help of the video, the coasters were relatively easy to make even when I was confronted with unknown stitches and multiple colour changes. The end result didn't look nearly as nice as what the website showed but for my first few tries I was satisfied.

Once again I have no pictures available but if you want to take a look at the pattern it's here. There you can also see the finished product.

From this point onwards I started going nuts with making deco shit. All differnt kind of flowers, stars, snowflakes and bunnies. That site opened the crochet door for me and I was happy as a clam.

Granny square madness

However, times were changing once again, when my dear friend got me some yarn for Christmas.

200 g of yarn.

With colour transition.

I only ever used solid coloured yarn before and was at a loss of what to do with this gift.

And what else to do when lost in the yarn world, then look at youtube for help. Spoiler: Youtube helped tremendously as it introduced me to the glorious invention that is granny squares.

Granny squares are fun shit, they come in all kinds of different patterns and colours and you can make lots of things with them. I watched a simple tutorial on youtube and got hooked. I used my friends gift to make granny squares only to be confronted with another dilemma: What to do with those granny squares? I got max 20 squares out of these 200 g and let me tell you my dudes, that's nothing for a bigger project.

So I simply went absolutely batshit crazy, for I decided to make a patchwork granny square blanket.

Please let me remind you people that before this lapse of judgement I only worked on small projects aka things that I made in one day tops.

Once again I follow my motto: Go big or go home and ohhh boy did I go big. I went gigantic and here is proof:

That badboy is the definition of patchwork because it's made up out of FOUR different types of yarn, since I have run out of yarn SO MANY TIMES IT WAS RIDICULOUS! I needed to rebuy yarn at least five times, I was going insane. This project took me over half a year if not longer and weaving in the ends- *shudders* horrible, dreadful, hated every minute of it.

But I like the finished product, it's now chilling on my coach at my parents place, not really used all that often but still pretty.

I didn't stop with the granny squares after that clusterfuck though. Nooooooo sire~ I made a shitton of other granny square projects since I like to suffer (none of them as big as my blanket however, thank the outer gods).

Well, I certainly rambled enough for one post, I will be back with other projects in the future!

Toodles~

[specialagentlokitty]

Enid x Male!reader - my one and only

Omg! Can please request a male twin of Wednesday with Enid? Like not headcannon but how would the movie go or maybe wait..... Him being jealous! How would he show it as as Addam.? Like an Obsessive type? - @auranightangle 💜

Watching Enid laugh and smile with Ajax, you couldn’t help the feeling bubbling up inside of your chest as you rested your back against your sisters.

“Just talk to her, it’s disgusting to be around such emotions.”

“It’s not that easy sister, she has known him for longer. Loved him for longer.”

“And?”

“And I can’t just swoop in there and pull her away, that is not very gentlemen like.”

Wednesday scoffed a little bit, digging her elbow into your ribs.

Grabbing her hand, you pulled it into a lock and held it tightly there while she wrapped her other arm to put you in a headlock.

“Let go.”

“You started this.”

Wednesday clicked her tongue and leant backwards, trying to overpower you, but with you being taller and stronger it wasn’t working.

She quickly head butted you, making you pull away and rub the back of your head as you spun around to glare at her a little bit.

“Stop moping around and just do something.”

With that, she got up and gathered her belongings before walking away.

You turned your attention back to the girl in question, and carried on watching the sweet and bubbly werewolf, resting your hand on the grass as you leant back a little.

You wanted her.

Getting up, you started to form a plan in your mind as you walked around the school grounds, looking for what you needed.

Gathering up as many as the safest, brightest coloured flowers you could find before you made your way down the school halls.

“For me?” A girl grinned.

Looking at her, you scowled heavily and titled your head up a little, staring down your nose at her.

“Tsk, not in a million years you mongrel, move along.”

She started to tear up a little bit and you smirked just the tiniest bit.

“Go along now, cry to your petty friends.”

With that, you carried on walking straight to your dorm and set all the flowers on your desk.

“Xavier, where’s your art supplies?”

“What? Why?”

The teen came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel as he flicked his eyes between you and your desk with a grin.

“Finally decided to make a move?”

“Art box.”

“Fine, fine. Here Addams, go nuts.”

Xavier dig around under his bed before pulling out a largish box and kicking it over to your side of the room.

Picking it up, you rooted around through it before you found what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black ribbon, you started to to carefully tie it around the bunch of flowers, making a neat little bow before pulling out some paper and a pen.

You carefully chose the words you wanted before folding it up and slipping it into the ribbon.

With a small nod, you made your way over to Ophelia hall, and knocked lightly on the door, adjusting your tie with your free hand before you hide the flowers behind your back.

Enid opened the door, and the smile she gave you was nearly enough to stop your heart dead in its place.

“(Y/N)! What can I do for you?” She beamed.

“I actually have something for you if I may?” You asked.

“Oh of course!”

Enid stepped aside and let you in.

Walking around her carefully so she couldn’t see the flowers, you waited for her to close the door and walk about around you.

“What is it?”

You held you hand out with a soft smile on your face, gentle eyes looking down at the werewolf as you watched her expression go from utterly shocked to pure happiness.

“For me?!“ she squealed.

“Of course mon amour, only the brightest and best flowers for one such as radiant as yourself.”

Enid giggled, taking the flowers from you she rushed to set them on her bed before she ran back over.

Jumping up, she kissed your cheek.

“Thank you! They’re absolutely beautiful.”

You reached out, gently brushing your fingers along her cheek, making her look away shyly.

Bringing your fingers to the back of her head, you carefully pulled her closer, leaning down so you were only inches away from her.

“As are you.” You breathed out.

Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss to her cheek before you pulled away fully, giving her a charming smile.

Enid let out a shaky breath, taking both your hands in hers as she stepped forward.

“Do it again…” she whispered.

“Anything you ask.”

You leant down, going to kiss her cheek once more but she turned her head, hastily connecting your lips with hers.

You wasted no time in pulling her flush against you, one hand on her lower back while your other one cradled the side of her face.

You pulled away after a few seconds and held her in place.

“What do you say my dear? Be mine.”

Enid felt a shiver go down her spine at the way you said that.

You said it with such gentleness, yet such authority when you said it. To her, it sounded like more like a statement, like you were saying she was yours.

And she already was, because she had eyes for no one but you from the moments you stepped through those gates.

“Yes.”

You smiled softly and kissed her forehand.

Taking your blazer off, you draped it around her shoulders before you stood up straight and rolled up your sleeves.

Shooting her a charming smile, you have her a wink.

“I’ll be back soon my love.”

“Where are you going?”

“To have a… talk.. with Ajax.”

Enid rushed after you, holding your blazer around her shoulders as she begged you not to do anything rash.

It didn’t take long to find him, it wasn’t hard to figure out where he would be.

When he saw you he smiled, but when he saw Enid wearing your blazer it fell.

“Ajax.” You said quietly.

The teen gulped a little.

“Yes?”

Walking over, you carried on going while he backed away until he was trapped against the wall.

“If you ever go near her again, I will make it my personal mission to make you suffer…” you whispered.

Pulling away, you adjusted your tie again before turning to Enid, walking over, you offered her your arm.

“Shall we?”

Enid looked at Ajax and his pale and terrified face before looking back up at your sweet smile.

Something seemed so exhilarating about the way you could scare people with such a look and a few words.

She placed her hand on your arm and you guys started to walk away from the scene of the threat.

You were so gentle and loving and caring towards her, she knew for a fact that you wouldn’t bat an eye to hurt anyone that hurt or got too close to her in the wrong way.

She once watched you beat a buy to a pulp just because he accidentally bumped into her.

The anger and the blood dripping from your knuckles, she thought you were insane, but maybe that’s why she fell for you.

She always did have a sweet spot for bad boys, and one that would treat her like a goddess, what more could she ask for?

She was dating the notorious (Y/N) Addams, and she was loving the very thought of it

[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicmas23 Day 2: In the Dark of the Night 2 (Eye of the Storm)

Good evening everyone! I hope your December is going well and slightly more organized than mine! I am also exhausted, so please excuse any ridiculous errors.

Tonight, we have a section from the sequel to In the Dark of the Night; Cryptid Alice-verse is a favorite of mine - the world is bonkers, Alice is nuts, and Jasper is just here for a good time. This was requested by an anon early in the year, and I was happy to add it to the list. (Heads up, for 2024, I am changing how ficmas requests work for my own sanity.)

This is a very early first draft of this fic, so everything and anything is liable to be retconned but we're here for vibes above all else. I highly recommend reading the first story or this is going to be extra weird.

tw: allusions to rape & abuse; generalized descriptions of body horror.

eye of the storm.

The coloured lights flash over the room at random - hundreds of sweaty, reeking human bodies and the kind of music that rattles its way through your bones. It’s loud and dark and has become one of Alice’s favourite places in a very long time. The raves in Berlin - and most of Europe - are the easiest places to hunt.

The music is good, too. And she loves to dance. 

She blends in well enough, with the skin-tight skirt and the top that only covers up the bare minimum, and the artfully smudged makeup. Enticing enough to catch attention, but not memorable enough that she’s at risk. Not that it would matter that much, but she prefers to be just another face in the crowd. 

It allows her to hunt for longer in one place, when she’s utterly forgettable. 

She orders a drink, and then another, because human alcohol makes her feel warm and her limbs feel looser. It makes dancing better, and the people easier with her - some of them can sense that she is not like them, that she is something old and complex and terrible. The alcohol makes her more likeable, more human, even when it’s her imbibing it. 

But her head is still clear when she finds a mark, when he sidles up to her with undeserved confidence. He’s the kind of smug that comes from money and a lack of consequences. She doesn’t miss the pill in her next drink or the way his smile widens when she tosses the drink back like water. The effect of the pill is minimal on her; it manifests several moments later, when they’re sneaking upstairs to the store rooms, past the velvet rope blocking the narrow steps. She stumbles on her high heels and he chuckles low; unfriendly and the kind of laugh that would chill anyone else. 

And then her dizziness passes, and she almost pities him. 

It goes the same way as always - he thinks he’s got the upper hand; she acts enthusiastic to his ministrations and she knows he almost feels bad - mostly that he wasted whatever tranquilliser he slipped into her drink, not about the harm he planned for her.

Her venom tingles on his lips and tongue, and he blames the drink or five he’s had and settles in. 

She thinks about asking him some questions once her venom addles him, questions she shouldn’t know to ask. About girls and pills, about hurting and pain, about the haunted little sister he’s not allowed to see anymore. 

But that’s not why she’s here, and would just agitate him. It always gets messy when they get agitated; she hates it when they panic. 

Luckily, he’s easily subdued because she’s absolutely starving. Probably the alcohol. Her venom does funny things when alcohol is in the mix.

She’s not in the mood to take her time and be neat about this; she tears into him like an animal - first is that ephemeral part of him that humans have no word for him. The sacred part, similar to a soul. The pain of that defies understanding; she remembers hers being flayed from her being, once. Punishment for poor judgement. Humans’ are delicious and she savours it. 

It’s all over too quickly, and she leaves him behind without looking back - lying in the middle of that dark, dirty room with the music ponding through the floor. His throat ripped out and ragged, and his chest cavity open, gleaming wet and red but hollowed out for her hunger. His left femur is broken; a rather pitiful attempt at a protest. 

The blood on her skin and in her hair sinks in, pulled through to other hungry parts of her in different points of time and space. She’s nothing and nobody, and no one pays attention as she slips back to the bar for one last drink; sugar sweet enough to make her teeth ache but with that hot dry burn she enjoys more than she should. 

It’ll be at least a day, if not two, before they find him. A horrific death, the work of a psychopath. A little sister will hide in her bed to muffle her relief that he’s gone and never, ever coming home. Almost a dozen girls will smile at the knowledge that he might not face a judge and jury, but something took their pound of flesh. 

But her messiness means that she’ll only have another night or two before she has to move on. She’ll eat again, and that should last her for a while. 

A pity. She liked Berlin. 

—

The next night - her grand finale before she leaves for Norway - is a grown-ass man who shouldn’t be offering her the things he whispers in her ear, shouldn’t be sliding his hands up her stocking-clad leg - shouldn’t have even approached her and brazenly taken a seat at her booth. 

This time, it’s in an all-night coffee shop with dim lighting and a faint haze that comes from carelessly bold patrons lighting up at the late hour. She demurs and gives the old pervert every opportunity to leave, but he laughs at her and boxes her into the booth, and the look in his eyes is hard and absolute. 

She’s never been fixed in time and space, so she can see exactly the path that this old bastard has planned for her - either she consents or he takes it by force. He will hurt her if he needs to, like he has to other young girls before, some of them his students. 

The shadow he casts has his wife, his daughter, his mother cowering from rage and violence. He won’t be missed. So she pretends to be afraid, to be cowed by his aggression, allows him to drag her out of the booth by her elbow. She lets the flesh mottle and bruise, lets him feel like the predator. 

She lets it last as long as it takes for him to find a place where no one will hear her scream. She even lets him push her out of her shoes, but that’s no loss - she wishes she’d gotten the purple. 

And then when he’s staring down at her, his eyes greedy and violent, she smiles and she takes her prize. 

He dies in that alley, his eyes wide in terror as he faces down the kind of demon that are only meant to be found in books. Disappointingly, the honour of the killing blow goes to the dumpster he fell again, slamming his neck against the edge hard enough to break bones. She always likes the sound and the flavour when their deaths are her own. 

He’s gone before she even tastes him; she’d wish him a speedy trip to hell, but some say that’s where she was born. And the parts of his essence and soul she’s going to tear into… there won’t be anything but shreds of him left to dissolve into the air.  

“Alice.”

The call is soft and so far away and blows away the dust of an open path in her mind, a singing thread, that she had not forgotten but had long since made peace with its silence. It had been a shrine to something sacred, and she almost gasps out loud at its echo in her mind. She wants to call back, to holler down that open path, but she pauses, blood running down her face, as she listens. 

The words are faint, but heartfelt and it hurts her own head to widen that path. It’s been a while and, unlike her others, she’s only ever opened one path to one soul. One person. She’s out of practice, and it’s like untrained muscles screaming at a sudden lurch into a run. 

“Alice, I always hoped we’d cross paths again.”

The regret is heavy in his thoughts, and she presses closer, trying to see through his eyes. It’s blurry and white and green. 

“I’m sorry.”

Oh, he tastes like forest and sunshine and leather on the back of her tongue, and she missed him. He was supposed to call for her decades ago. 

But why now?

“You could have helped us. Hell, you probably could have saved us.”

That’s when he touches the ribbon in his pocket. Her ribbon, the one she left him with. A talisman, a physical anchor, a key that reinforces the path; she’s relieved he kept it. Oddly touched that he’s carrying it, but it makes everything easier for her. Clever boy; his hand on the ribbon is enough for her to grasp onto, to pull a fragment of herself into the scene in his mind. 

“I wish you were here.”

The scene sharpens as if she is standing there in the snow, barefoot, facing…

Facing down the thrice-cursed Volturi and their entire court.  

What has happened?

Aro’s smile is wide and that of a crocodile about to close its maw around the thing it wants the most. And that thing includes Jasper.

The entire city of Berlin shudders for a moment, something that will later be uneasily explained away as an earthquake, but is her rage that shakes the city at its core because she can reel it back inside of herself.

A shiver, not a storm. 

Not yet, at least. 

Aro, who has made himself untouchable over the centuries, and still manages to strike wildly at them, her and her kin. His blows rarely kill but they do cut and wound; her own scars are still fresh enough in her mind. One of the downsides of being outside of time; the memories never age right. 

The Old Ones have warned them all not to go after Aro; they are allowed only defence, never offence. They say that creatures like the Volturi, full of avarice and wrath, will pave their own downfall. They have seen it so many times before; Aro and his kin will burn themselves out, and another will take their place. 

The Old Ones and the Eternal Sleeping will not rise for anything short of war, and it will not be a war of their own making. That is the first law, and one she has obeyed. 

But this… Jasper is hers. Marked and strung together, crudely but holding fast. He is hers to defend above all else, and no one can do anything about that. She just wants to know why Aro has come after Jasper and the Cullens. What she knows about the Cullens is vague; mostly gleaned from other fragments of herself, other lives they lived. They are peaceful people with too much money and little concern for those outside themselves, no matter what they tell themselves. They are human, it is their nature. But she is certain that they are not a danger. Not to Aro, not to the human population, not to anyone. What flimsy excuse is Aro using now? A desire for more gifted bodyguards? More power and land and wealth? 

Whatever he wants, it’s nothing good. 

The words are muffled, and she takes a moment to look over at Jasper. He’s standing there beside her, stoic and staring, not flinching. The anger streaming off him is palpable and she wishes she’d seen him before now. 

You could have called me at any time, Jasper. Just to talk, just to see how I am. I would have come in a second. I wondered if you’d forgot about me, truly. I supposed I am flattered by the fact I am your last regret, your longing thought, though. 

She shudders and looks around, her senses stretching. He’s right where he’s supposed to be, and that’s a long, long way from Berlin. It’s been a long time since she had to take herself apart this way, and there’s a risk. A price that has to be paid, and she’s not unwilling to pay it, if he’s amendable. 

“Jasper?”

//

Of all the ways that Jasper thought he would die, this is not it. Not standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his closest people, staring down the army - there is no other word for what Aro has brought, larger than the biggest Southern army Jasper both faced and wielded - of Volterra, trying to defend the life of a half-breed child with ribbons in her hair and pompoms on her coat. 

This is not a trial. This is an execution, a public one as a reminder that they were here by the grace of Aro’s will and that no one is safe if the King of Volterra is displeased. 

He’s sorry he brought Peter and Charlotte into this mess. He should have known better than to trust that the Volturi would play by the rules, especially when the Volturi wrote the rulebook. 

No, this is not how he thought his death would go. 

But to be fair, he thought that once back in Texas when he was faced with three red-eyed women with smiles full of promises. So perhaps he should be more surprised that he didn’t see this coming. 

Edward gives him a pinched smile that is more of a grimace. Aro is still talking, still taking this opportunity to remind everyone who he is, that he should be considered a wise and compassionate leader. 

He wonders if Marcus considers him that; the man looks like a shadow, like the death of all things. Jasper has heard rumours about Didyme’s demise; some of them are farfetched, ridiculous even. But others… the way Aro smiles at the Cullens and their friends, Jasper cannot doubt that he is capable of terrible things. 

“Of course, there is the hidden crime, one that I’m not even certain that you yourself are aware of, dear Carlisle,” Aro smiles benevolently, but there is no kindness in his emotions. He’s angry and jealous and greedy; his gaze is flickering over all that have gathered here, for the Cullens, as if 

“You have seen my thoughts, you know of all our doings,” Carlisle intoned stoically.

“Of course, my friend! And I am delighted to discover the joy and miracle that is young Renesmee,” Aro beamed at the child, clutching tightly to Bella. “I trust that you have no comprehension about what is going on, and that loyalty to our long friendship is cherished, Carlisle.

“However, the crimes that are occurring under your nose are ones that risk not only our world, but the human one also - they are toying with things that should never be disturbed. It is an act of violence, of terrorism, unspeakable evil…

“The oldest creatures that roamed this earth, they were dangerous. Monstrous in a way that we cannot comprehend. Ungovernable. Very, very powerful in ways that have been lost to us before the first vampire walked the earth,” Aro spread his arms out, as if he is performing for a crowd. And perhaps he is. “Many of those creatures are long gone, but there are a small few that still exist amongst us. We have tried to protect our kind from them, to exterminate them to protect our secret and to protect our kind from them. They cannot be reasoned with. They are dangerous to everything we hold dear.”

Aro has everyone’s attention with that little speak, but all he can think of is a kiss that stole his mind and his will. Of limbs snapping and cracking around too-many joints, and those big eyes, with that knowing smirk. Of blood that was too hot, and the puff of a heartbeat in the back of his mind. 

Of something that lasted a night, however warped and strange it turned out, that marked his memories indelibly. 

The ribbons twists through his fingers. 

“…And yet, as I stand here, one of your friends, Carlisle, has summoned one, called one here. Is that not an act of war in itself, dear Carlisle?”

Carlisle splutters, the denial genuine and frustrated. “Aro, you’re being ridiculous!”

“I’ve been tracking this particular one for many years. She possesses a skillset that is very… dangerous if left unmonitored. Her anchor lies here, we’ve traced it. And, dear Carlisle, I believe you when you say you are ignorant of all of this. But someone here has betrayed you, and they alone should pay the price."

Aro stares at them, all good humour gone, and not a single one of them understands what he asks. Except him. 

He knows exactly what - exactly who - Aro is searching for.

Alice. 

It’s been a long time. Since he saw her. Not since he thought of her - she is one of those people who lingers in the memory; it seems impossible that it was just one night, all those years ago. Her presence always lingered; like she fundamentally changed him, changed everything, the second she hitched a ride in that truck. 

“I was… in hiding. Then I was exposed. Then I made a choice.”

“There are so many names for us, Jasper. I’d prefer if you just used mine.”

And he doesn’t understand this at all. That Aro has dragged the entire court here, across the fucking world, under the guise of a trial because of Renesmee’s existence and now, suddenly, Renesmee doesn’t matter. 

It was no secret that Aro was looking for an excuse. Of course she doesn’t matter. He knows that there are much more terrible, unseen things out there than a little half-breed girl.

(He had been prepared for that, had waited curiously to see if Renesmee came out a monstrosity, an abomination that had too long limbs and a void where her eyes should be. He had been oddly disappointed how utterly mundane she was, as if she was the key to something, to better understanding of things that were probably best left alone. Edward have been confused but annoyed at his reaction and Jasper hadn’t bothered to explain.) 

Aro knows as well as Jasper himself that Carlisle would never allow Renesmee to become something dangerous. He would sooner build her a gilded cage somewhere far away than allow Renesmee to do harm to human beings. 

Carlisle knows it as well as Jasper; that it wouldn’t be Jasper’s hands left to break Renesmee if she’s too strong, too dangerous, too unreasonable. It will be Carlisle’s, with a tender kiss and a prayer for her redemption. Aro sees Carlisle as weak and easily manipulated, and the rest of the family sees Carlisle as a pacifist, as a champion of life beyond all else. 

And Jasper sees him as a father who will protect his family from anything, even their own poor choices. As a doctor who recognises that to save a life, sometimes you must amputate, and Jasper is surprised no one else sees that in him. That they call him ‘doctor’, but they only see the man of faith. 

But he digresses. Aro has come here and it is not solely for Bella or Edward or Renesmee. It is for Alice, and she isn’t here. The Cullens have never met her, and he’s never told them about her. What would he say - “I met a demon-god-monster on a highway, and she was beautiful? We talked and argued and fucked, and then we parted ways. And I’ve never forgotten her”? They’d think he was crazier than ever. 

He’s always tasted arsenic on everything, since that terrible kiss. Always heard that faint heartbeat in his mind. Kept a ragged ribbon to worry at, looped around his keys, in his pocket for fifty something years. 

Alice…

They are going to fight and they are going to die because no one else here has the answers Aro wants, and Jasper is never going to breathe a word. The Volturi numbers into the forties, with the entire court and their witnesses. There just aren’t enough of them to win this. 

He should have fetched Maria, should have rounded up every stray, every nomad, every disenfranchised asshole this side of Monterrey for this debacle. 

Alice, I always hoped we’d cross paths again. I’m sorry.

“...Jasper?”

“Alice…”

The heartbeat in his head is beating louder, and the taste of her venom is strong on the back of his tongue.

Alice. 

—

If only a reunion could have been one of a time-stopping kiss, of being able to look the other in the eyes and say, “I’m so glad you’re safe, that you’re well. I missed you.”

Instead, it is this. 

[oneatlatime]

Imprisoned

The opening shot's background has to be a watercolour.

I don't see Katara looking for food. If she's going to complain, she can find her own dinner.

This looks comfy.

Sokka two for two so far: only one getting food, only one with any common sense. Sokka has mom friend vibes here.

I see my prediction about Katara going nuts upon meeting a teenage boy who isn't her brother is about to come true.

Looks like we're back up to the standard of beauty set by the Southern Air Temple. It's all so colourful.

"Look at how they're dressed." This brings up a point I've been thinking about: Aang & company know that the fire nation is after them. Why aren't they making even a token effort at disguise? They could even wear the same styles, just in brown or green.

Ah yes, natural.

"how can you say that?" Katara - you've known these people like five minutes and narrowly avoided getting them into trouble once already. Maybe don't go around judging them like you know their whole life story? Also that comparison will mean absolutely nothing to the earthbender's mom. What does she know about your relationship to your waterbending?

Katara is painfully out of character here: "What can the fire nation do to you that they haven't done already?" Would Katara, who has already mentioned multiple times that the fire nation straight up killed her own mother, believe that the Fire Nation would go no farther than a protection racket?

Kudos to the mom for giving them shelter for the night.

Every shot in this episode so far is very pretty. I don't want this post to devolve into 75 screenshots so just imagine I'm going 'ooh pretty' a lot.

And Katara mentions her mother again! See, she's very aware of what the fire nation does.

"It's not enough, is it?" Raw line. And a good point.

At what time of day is this episode happening? The atmosphere seems unnaturally yellow. Maybe it's mining dust in the air?

Not good deed goes unpunished. This won't come back to bite them at all.

Sokka right again on the need to leave asap. Seriously, I do not envy him the impossible task of herding a flighty 12 year old (who also tops the fire nation's most wanted list) and a stubborn-just-because younger sister all the way across the world. Like herding cats, if cats also had the ability to blow you across town and drown you on dry land.

Now it's night time. Ok, must have been some funky dusk lighting.

Nice bait and switch with the soldiers coming to the door. It fooled me.

Sucking water out of the pump like that seems like a great way to lose the prime.

Katara didn't quite force him. But I don't think he would have done it if Katara hadn't been there to talk him into it. I still think it's a little bit her fault, but it wasn't all her fault. Kudos once again to the mom for not blowing up at Aang & friends. They've been in town maybe 12 hours and her son, who has managed to evade capture as an earthbender for - what, five years? - gets immediately arrested.

Katara's plan is to get herself arrested by the same people who, as she intimately knows, have the ability to kill people's moms. You know what, I was right. Katara just goes out of her mind around teenage boys.

Sokka why are you on board with this? They also killed your mom. You know that's a thing they can do. You have no guarantee that these fire nation soldiers are as bad at capturing the Avatar as Zuko is. You saw yesterday that these soldiers are willing to burn down buildings for pocket change, what do you think they'll do to your hotheaded sister who runs her mouth at the slightest injustice?

Avatar universe version of the squirrel joke from Up.

Ok this is obviously an episode with a tone switch in the middle. From super-serious bonding over shared trauma to gooftastic misadventure. Kind of tonal whiplash. I guess I should stop trying to take this episode seriously from this point on.

Poor Sokka. He is surrounded by idiots.

I think Aang's ears are the biggest. Of the humans.

Once again guys, can you not throw something beige on? You're on a stealth mission.

Are the things on the left and right ship hulls under construction? Is the fire nation fleet built by prisoners of war?

Why would anyone think that Katara knows what she's doing? Although I will say that there's no better place to be a waterbender.

So it is a ship yard. Fleet built by prison labour. Huh.

What is up with this warden?

I hereby rescind all previous objections to characters' lack of disguises. This guy is less than a foot away from a water tribe necklace being worn by someone whose sleeves are obviously blue and he spots nothing. Maybe fire nation people are colour blind? Sartorially inept?

Bending racism. Bendism? I'm actually surprised that this is the first time it's really come up. Once I understood the magic system I figured the superiority/inferiority of the elements would be a big plot point.

This show has consistently gorgeous skies.

Was that really the only way to find them? They couldn't have asked around? The prisoners and prison staff need food and supplies. Those have to come from somewhere, so someone knows. I'm putting too much thought into this again.

I think I know the father's voice actor. He sounds familiar.

Katara once again back on her "how can you say that?" bullshit. Judgy much.

Katara put a sock in it! You just announced your very non-earth kindgom origins to the entire rig. And come to the attention of the warden. She has a death wish. How is Sokka going to keep her alive all the way to the north pole?

I like this! I didn't work!

And she's back to being an idiot. Obviously she's going to end up freeing them in the end, because this is a kids' cartoon and they don't get unhappy endings as a rule, but an ending that affirms Katara's bleeding heart tendencies is only going to make things worse in the long run. Because next time she goes on a justice spree and does something even stupider she'll be over confident due to her success here.

You want a way to help them? Defeat the fire nation.

Sokka sure puts up with a lot.

It's a good thing that the Snidely Whiplash division of the fire nation forces is in charge of this particular rig, rather than the mom-killing division.

The humour is not landing with me in this episode.

What was Katara's plan for freeing the prisoners if Sokka wasn't there to come up with the whole plan? Just hope really hard?

The father would be right, if they didn't have the Deus ex avatar with them.

Straight facts from the warden here. If he hadn't kept running his mouth I bet not even the not-yet-broken-in-spirit guy would have acted. But he did keep talking, and so wrought his own downfall. Nice.

Badass line from old guy here, but I'm being a nitpicky little shit today, so I gotta ask: was the warden really a coward? 'Colossal asshole hopped up on his own power' seems more accurate. I guess you can't say asshole in a kids' show.

Appa can keep up with coal-powered ships. Speedy boy. Also where's his saddle in this shot?

You really think you'll be able to take back your villages? You think the fire nation is going to lose out on a source of coal without a fight? Yeah, yeah, kids' show, consequences handwaved.

Perfect one scene summary of Aang: uses prodigious bending powers to play with his friends. Also a callback to the butterfly.

By freeing the boy's father, so that the boy has more than just one thing (his earthbending) to remind him of his family, Katara loses the one thing (the necklace) that she had left of her mother. That is ouch.

Hey Zuko! haven't seen you in a while. Your hand is giant. Your haircut is still trash, but you are surprisingly menacing in this shot.

Bad guy and beautiful sky. As tonally dissonant as the rest of this episode.

Final thoughts

The credits tell me that the guy's name is Haru. I wasn't even going to try to spell it until I saw it written down. They also tell me that his dad is voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson. A quick google tells me that he was in Lilo & Stich, which is where I known him from. Also the warden is George Takei? A bit on the nose to have him playing the warden in a POW camp. Also he deserved a better character.

If it's not already obvious, I don't like this episode. The visuals were consistently beautiful, and it started off strong with exploring loss and the realities of war. Then it descended into girl power fantasy / looney tunes episode. Turns out that Katara's plan for getting through life is to cause problems and let Sokka fix them.

What was Katara's plan for freeing the earthbenders if Sokka hadn't come up with the coal plan? Was she going to try another speech? She was determined to stay until she freed them, but how was she going to do that? Haru getting arrested was somewhat her fault, so she was sort fixing a problem of her own making. Fixing what you broke is a good lesson, but this whole plot line still bugs me.

This kind of turned into a Sokka episode. And it's wonderful how supportive he is of his idiot sister. And he's obviously been that way their whole lives, because Katara basically expects him to fix things. She looks to him for a plan. But it's also not so wonderful how all of his very legitimate (and correct) concerns were steamrolled over. And why was he ok with the fire nation arresting his sister?

Even Aang is kind of a dud in this episode. Why is Aang ok with letting the fire nation arrest Katara?

There was some sibling stuff in this episode that was interesting. Sokka being Katara's constant support even when her problems are very much self-inflicted; Katara expecting Sokka to fix things, or even just keep them fed, to the point where it's basically an unconscious expectation on her part.

Mostly this episode just felt out of character. The backgrounds were consistently gorgeous and it's nice to see Aang take a backseat and get to hang out with some animal friends. But I don't think this one is going on my re-watch list.

I have to come up with a collective noun for Aang, Katara, Sokka, Appa, & Momo.

[sothas]

Nilonii Character Details!

Sooo I liked the questions from this post so much that I decided to randomly pick one from each category to answer! These were really fun to answer, I love thinking about the smaller details, they really make a character <3

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💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

It doesn’t seem like it, but Nilonii has had her ears pierced in a few places! She just chooses not to wear any most of the time for reasons relating to combat; her ear cuff is always worn though. I’ve been thinking about Nilonii with nose piercings lately so I think those would be her next stop, specifically a septum or multiple nostril piercings!

The rest are under the cut :)

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She drinks, but doesn’t smoke. Nilonii is a complete lightweight so while she does enjoy her sujamma, shein and cocktails she tends to only drink by herself or in the company of people she trusts, and she doesn’t drink often either. At any sort of event she sticks to grape juice, because who can tell the difference between that and wine? She’s very convincing about it :)

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

Her charisma and charm do tend to draw others in, but she absolutely values having a few close friends over a wide circle of friends. Having a lot of friends would make her feel anxious, she much prefers keeping others at arm’s length - unless of course they give her a reason to keep them closer.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

Definitely family! To her, friends come and go, like the changing of the seasons. But family always remains, and what makes her family unique is that she chooses (and in the case of her biological mother, removes) every member of it herself. Close friends are like family to her as well!

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Nilonii never skips breakfast, and will usually have a bowl of nutriment paste paired with spices, and a variety of different toppings like fruits, nuts, oats, and honey or syrup. It all just depends on what she fancies on the day! She’ll usually have a cup of tea with it, such as matcha or something floral/fruity like rose tea or the TES equivalent of Earl Grey.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Here’s 5 random ones!

🍇 Nilonii sometimes struggles to sit in chairs properly, and hates it when they don’t have armrests for her to dangle her legs over.

🍇 She loves hair! It doesn’t matter the texture, length, colour or style, it’s all interesting to her. Sometimes when she has nothing to do she’ll brush and style Sil’s hair while he’s working, and he’s more than happy to be a hairstyling client for his daughter <3

🍇 Literally cannot hide her disgust when it comes to things she doesn’t like. She always curls her lip and scoffs, or when it comes to food/drink she dislikes she’ll put on a dramatic show of coughing and face scrunching.

🍇 She loves to use creative insults! While she does enjoy using “s’wit” every now and then, nothing beats insults such as “you’re about as useful as a wooden cooking pot”.

🍇 Nilonii purposely walks with weight in her heels, so her boots make that loud clomping noise. She likes the way it sounds and that it draws attention to her, and people will always hear her coming before they see her. This works in her favour very well, as she can then play on this expectation of loud walking to trick others when she’s trying to be sneaky.

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 6 Round 1 Poll 6

Hiraya vs Princess

unfortunately submitter renamed or deleted their acc before i could grab a picture of hiraya :(

check their descriptions and catpaganda for princess below!

HIRAYA

hiraya means the fruit of one’s dreams and wishes and this is v fitting for him because he is the sweetest babiest gentlest precious little boy. he is submitted because submitter has been working on his self esteem (he’s now confident enough to sleep on the bed and claim the highest platform on the cat tree! an angel baby slowly learning to assert himself!)

PRINCESS

She's a mainly white cat with gray spots that have red undertones and secret stripes you can see in the sunlight. Her spots are asymmetrical and when she curls up they sometimes form a heart. Her eyes are yellow and her nose is pink with a tiny dark dot on it. She's a rescue that followed submitter's sister home from a jog and scream meowed her way into their hearts (and home). When they both went outside to see her, she curled up in their laps and purred. Unfortunately her previous owners declawed her, but that just makes submitter more grateful they rescued her when they did so she can be taken care of. She's an absolute sweetheart and will jump on submitter's lap every morning to purr and knead on them. She's actually on my lap as I am writing this. She loves belly rubs and sometimes drools when she purrs deeply. She drags her strings around like babies and asks very politely to play. She's a little mischievous in the summer and likes to try and go outside just to eat grass, but we always catch her and give her some to chew on.

CATPAGANDA

PRINCESS

Princess propaganda!!

I don't know what I've already said or what I haven't said but here I go!

Princess has supervised outside time (harness and leash) where all she does it eat grass like a mini cow ♡♡ she literally will not eat any treats or beg for food but she WILL go NUTS over grass

Her eyes are gold. Her eyes are green. They're a shade in between that you'd think would be a gross combination but then turn out to be the moat beautiful colour in the world.

When she curls up in a ball she makes a heart with her spots. When she stands she looks like she has a cat on her back.

She is on my lap as I type this ♡♡

Master catpost for a cat poll I'm entering

[firespirited]

To note: Prisoner review in Scotland is currently a mess due to transphobes and transphobic panic caused directly by J K Rowling and the tabloids boosting misinformation.

These are specialized review boards whose job is to weigh the danger to individual prisoners vs the danger to all prisoners and assess placement and extra freedoms within prison. The assessment is based on how a prisoner is being threatened and has been attacked vs their previous behaviour on the outside and behaviour in prison.

It’s not the public’s job to be judge, jury and executioner and it’s not the public’s job to decide prisoner placement. And yet here we are, Scotland’s prisoner assessments are currently ground to a halt because of public “outcry” over risks that are already absolutely taken into account because a mob would like rapists and murderers to be tortured and possibly murdered by other prisoners rather than respect their human rights and the sentence they have been given (which is to be locked up... not tortured and killed). And while the assessment system is paused, trans women who did not commit violent crimes are trapped in male prison and women who are a danger to other women are not being segregated.

I care deeply about women in prison, I care deeply when human rights are being violated even when it’s a bad person because it’s setting precedent for it to go ignored when it happens to good people and it’s already happening to good people: trans and gender non-conforming women, women with physical and mental disabilities, women who committed taboo crimes while in the throes of post-partum or under coercive control, women of colour, muslim women. If you think we’re all nurturing and nice to each other I have to wonder what kind of sheltered childhood you had. Bullying is part of prison culture because it’s full of damaged people struggling to regain some control. Assessment allows us to give different levels of social access to people who need it and will benefit from social contact. We reduce bullying by building community and giving ringleaders like white supremacists or religious nuts limited influence.

Ideally we change the prison system completely, the women there have few ways of repaying their debt or building new lives. You have to understand that it undermines the reforms we’re trying to make happen when fake feminists harass prison officials over made up stories.

This is tangible misuse of a large platform to galvanize an angry mob with only partial information. I blame the tabloids who make money off the outrage of weaponized half-truths and made up monsters but you can also draw a direct line back to Mrs “I’m just the nice lady like you who wrote the children’s books” who’s actually been living in luxury writing mediocre pulp crime novels for the past decade.

There have been other tangible real life harms, the Mermaids charity for example. This is the current one. Not hypothetical links that may or may not lead back to hateful rhetoric: You buying merch makes that delusional woman think she’s supported and continues to lead a hateful mob in harassment campaigns instead of fading to irrelevance as that strange lady who tweets angry things at Nicola Sturgeon who is trying to do what’s best for Scotland while Tory England treats Scottish people like trash.

Hey look at that, a progressive woman who’s having to fight powerful men and who’s being dragged through the dirt right now as we’re in a historic moment for Scotland getting some rights over their own taxes and laws. Would be mighty useful to conservatives and the patriarchy if a high profile celeb trashing her was also a woman. 🤔🤔🤔

[quortknee]

I am curious to know, what do you like the most of the WH40k universe and what do you like the least?

(note: i got too excited and rambled on for a while, sorry about the really long answer lol)

HI ANON, I’ve just recently gotten into warhammer proper— the black library more specifically. I’ve only read eisenhorn (excluding magos because I wanted to read ravenor beforehand), and the first three horus heresy books so far. I know about some other key story beats just because I am online™ and I cannot avoid the older, more well-known lore. I have never played the tabletop game nor any of the video games (yet). SO it’s a bit challenging to answer this properly.

that said,

off the bat if i could answer this OUT of universe, my favourite thing would be Dan Abnett just as a writer because that guy rules. my least favourite would be how games workshop is seemingly allergic to good business decisions regarding the reprinting of their older books and that they have done nothing to stop scalpers going hog wild lol. ALSO how mcneill writes women and "exposition" (aka tell and re-tell the reader important info so they KNOW it is important rather than treating the reader as a thinking being who can understand subtext and remember the most basic of things from previous chapters/povs/books)

jokes aside, here’s some answers to your question from my current perspective (this is so hard so im gonna share a couple rather than just one each, as i couldn’t pick. most of my gripes with 40k are out of universe minus one woman thing which ill mention below):

I very much enjoy the structure of the inquisition and how many moving parts and types of people an inquisitor employs while on the job. creates a really compelling and vibrant group dynamic within a noir-ish subgenre (i guess? i couldnt figure out how exactly to word that). although i am incredibly biased as the eisenhorn series has coloured my view on the inquisition quite ardently on its own so who knows!!

speaking of Eisenhorn and his crew; glossia is a really cool secret code concept and i personally love it, but that could also just be the romantic in me enjoying the beautiful idea of using personal relationships and poetry off hand with no written cipher to encode your speech

I love how chaos and faith are written as Things; how all of humanity is a hair’s width away from being corrupted, as it is simply the human condition to surrender to faith and “our” base values when threatened or otherwise. It’s really beautiful and tragic

speaking of tragedy; the creation and existence of each of the primarchs and their legions of astartes is just absolutely brilliant. The Emperor creating astartes after the thunder warriors (i think?) to give his soldiers more humanity overall and THAT being the thing that is his downfall (or ascension depending on how you look at it ig) is so beautifully tragic.

Fav characters so far have been literally every main/supporting character in Eisenhorn as well as Loken and Tarvitz from HH. I also think Magnus is really interesting as a primarch so far. Poor guy though lol. I am aware of his uh... big oopsie

Hereticus is still my favourite book I’ve read so far within the black library. (SPOILER: Fischig staying true to himself and his faith and doing all he can to save his friend but not knowing he just contributed to the very thing he hates most (chaos) through Osma, resulting in Medea having to kill him after hailing him to their location to give him a chance to apologize and rejoin the band (against Eisenhorn’s will). And THEN as a last stand while Aemos dies, he and Eisenhorn work together to turn Fischig’s freshly murdered corpse into a perfect daemonhost to imprison Cherubael as a weapon/tool for Eisenhorn to use in the coming battle… END SPOILER) I am still not over it and I don’t think I ever will be. That book is fucking nuts. Abnett did not have to go that hard but I am grateful for it regardless

i hate the remembrancer Petronella Vivar with a burning passion, she is the worst written character in the series period (so far?)

characters I would beat over the head with a steel pipe: Osma, Heldane, Erebus, Eidolon, Lucius, and Petronella. The other characters in this list I can still appreciate as villains. Petronella though... I could probably list some others too but those are the ones who came to mind right away

Other than Petronella idk what I would say regarding what I like the least as of now. I love the other remembrancers (minus the way Karsky was written in false gods, but again this is a McNeill issue), so its literally just her I can't stand. I blame McNeill for this though, with his glaring inability to write a compelling woman whatsoever

also orks are silly i like them

i hope this is satisfactory to you, anon!! please excuse any errors, i answered this first thing in the morning and got way too excited about it lmao. ty for the ask : D

[nitroish]

I myself dont have much time to talk but. What are some silly headcanons you have for your favoritest blorbos? Do they have a favorite food? What are your hcs for their sexualities? Do they stim, and if so, how?

This could be zelda related or not whichever you prefer, im giving you a reason to ramble about whichever characters you like most :)

oh hell yeah lets go

im going to answer these with my legend in mind , so keep That in mind ! thank u thank u

under the cut . o7

legends favourite food is eggs on rice. a simple, easy to make meal! he only eats it A Singular Way as well oops - the way He cooks it. wild learns how to make it legends way [ its not all that hard of a feat to accomplish ] . he tries to change it up sometimes but legend absolutely notices every single time and refuses to eat it.

legend can cook but its mostly easy-to-make + overall cheap options that he can make in bulk / eat off of for awhile . goulash and curries. soups, breads, etc.

hes rly good w apples too tho, outside of those kinds of meals . his favourites are honeycrisp, and hes made or helped make wine , pies , jam , etc with the fruit in general :)

he has a damn sweet tooth and its impulsively indulged every time he passes a pastry shop or some shit. if there is an apple or cinnamon flavoured Anything he is going to try it [ not cinnamon roll, though ]

he is gay as shit !!! homosexual + somewhere under the ace spec but only thinks himself Loosely tied to the term [ he does not bother to find exactly where and i dont have much care to do that much searching either. ]

stims consist of many different things so here are some different kinds

hat fiddling, fiddling with things in general [ rings, hair, tunic, bag, blahblah ], waving weight from one foot to the other, tracing designs on things [ arm bracers, armour, swords, saddles, yadayada ], large exaggerated arm/hand movements, cracking bones [ <- stress stim ]

shine !! he will watch his rings or weapons shine in the sun, will move hands back and forth to watch the gleam of light move over the designs. he likes watching clouds move. he'll stare at the campfire for hours cos he likes to watch how the colours move.

humming, whistling [ usually random tunes he picked up from the others or towns ], clicking his tongue, mimicking accents [ NOT mocking . theres a difference . unless its twilight , then he mocks because its silly /lh ]. he likes to repeat words he hears tht r fun . yippee . . . conkcrete . . .

idk random things

warriors and legend are in a qpr [ duh ]

legend draws. wars writes.

system four my beloved

times good w magic spells. hes a quick learn, tho he doesnt rly use em

legend is more magic-able thn he lets on , understands spells and what they do / what words do that , but doesnt know how to use spells without conduits that Move the magic for him

they all know sign or are learning sign . legend doesnt like to teach, but he DOES stick around to help translate if need be

legend knows so many languages but this is common knowledge

legend has two dark world forms [ wolfos and rabbit ] <- the wolfos coloration is like a maned wolf

hyrule isnt very fond of bein in the fairy transformation , very overwhelming experience rly , but he Does enjoy the ability to sit on shoulders when he winds up in it

hyrule n legend make deez nuts jokes n warriors falls for them every time . warriors learns how to weaponize words to make his own jokes of the same caliber

twilight likes to collect bugs for agitha still . other eras have silly bugs and someone asks why hes hoarding all the damn glass bottles and when he carefully gets tghem out they each have a singular fucking bug in them

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Oh that’s sick!! If I find a good jacket next time I’m at value village I might have to try it, all of yours look so cool but I was assuming I’d have to spend a bunch of money on paint if I wanted to try for myself

Oh absolutely not. That's one thing that's really cool and punk about painting jackets is you don't need to spend a ton of money. Get a jacket from goodwill, buy some cheap acrylic paint and like two paint brushes (one with a bigger brush head for painting wider swaths and one with a finer point for details) and go nuts. I use an old cat food dish for squeezing paint into, or an old Tupperware if need be. Your only limit is your imagination! And it's a lot of fun. Here's some of my faves that I've painted:

You just gotta feel yourself and go nuts. I'm not an artist by trade or self description. But something about jacket painting just feels cool. It's art you can wear and it's so personalized! So go buy paint! Thrift a jacket! Fuck up and get paint on your bed sheets! Paint something and hate it and paint over it with something new that you love! Put down your design in white before you put the colour down on top so the colour is more vibrant!

And when you're ready, send me pics bc I would love to see your art and celebrate it with you.

[shimmerbeasts]

Unlike the rest of the party, who was sleeping soundly, Karlach had been wide awake. Nightmares, they plagued her every being when she wasn't awake. Sometimes they even followed her then, in the forms of visions that Zariel would throw her way. There was no true reprieve from this but she didn't want to risk the rest of the party knowing of her affliction, not yet. As such she ventured out to allow a moment to herself. The tiefling was about to set loose her fire to let off steam when she spotted the dead gnoll. Karlach knew at first look that there was something more to it. In fact, she knew a killer when she saw one, because she was one herself. Only her victims were typically imps, cambian's, and other hellish creatures. Granted, gnoll didn't differ much from that lot. Just mindless creatures slaughtering innocents for a source of meat. A spare few even served the absolute. "You're lucky it was me that found you here, could you imagine gale finding you? Stars he'd flip his shit." Karlach sighed and shook her head as she approached. She tapped the gnoll with her foot to check if it was dead. "You killed it without mercy, didn't you? Bastard didn't stand a chance." She turned her attention to the other tiefling, studying her. This was no accident but Karlach wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, she deserved that much right? "I know that look in your eye, you meant to kill it didn't you? Like I did in--" She stopped there, not wanting to reveal her history in Avernus. Karlach took a deep breath, "Nevermind, let's clean this body up. You're right, everyone would properly go nuts. Except maybe fang boy over there..." The infernal tiefling immediately picked up the gnoll as if it was nothing and slung it over her shoulders. "I'll dispose of this but afterwards I expect you to tell me why he was really here, yeah?"

The dim light of the moon reflected itself in their demonic eyes. Even though tieflings were not imps or cambions, their hellish ancestors were clearly visible in their unnatural eye colours, the long, thick tails and their horns, ranging from those of goats to rams to gazelles. However, even in that distinct light, Jinx could see certain differences in Karlach's appearance. Her horn was bulkier and heavier in design, curved crudely against the side of her temple. The end of her tail was covered in strange, ashen-coloured plates and the tip of her tail ended in a sharp arrow point.

Jinx steadied herself for needing to defend her decision to slaughter the gnoll. However, when Karlach remarked that Jinx should be lucky that she had found her as opposed to Gale for instance, the tiefling could not help but release an unsteady laugh. Jinx said: "You are right. He would absolutely lose it."

Her gaze wandered down to the gnoll as Karlach poked it with her foot. The creature's head flicked sideways before it flopped back down. The gnoll's eyes were blank and broken, its teeth born in a snarl and blood trickled down the corner of his jaw where a bolt had caught its maw. Jinx chose not to reply to Karlach's remark on the merciless kill. Her work spoke for itself. It was a crude, yet beautiful display of violence, all things considered.

Jinx merely said as Karlach pointed out that it seemed she had meant to kill it: "Does it matter? It's a gnoll. You would have done the same thing." The thiefling nodded at Karlach in a silent expression of thanks. Something in her told her that usually, she would have just chosen to keep the carcass out in the open, but much like her experiences with Alfira, Jinx had learned to hide her carnage, now that she was travelling with others.

Heading back to camp, Jinx fed the dimmed-down fire a few more branches to make it blazingly fierce. She pulled out a piece of cloth and used that to rudimentarily clean her hands of the blood, sticking to her skin. Waiting for Karlach to return, Jinx looked up at the approaching tiefling and said:

"1011 pounds. That's the bite force of a spotted hyena. That's enough to crush and eat bones. That's why gnolls and spotted hyenas have white, corny poo poo. It is the undigestable part of the bones. I don't know how that gnoll found our camp. But I know enough about them to not give them the chance to figure out we are an easy kill. If only one gnoll figures out they can sneak into our camp and drag one of us into the night to devour in peace, the next night, they will be accompanied by four more."

@faerunscursed cont. from here.

[asurashi]

Ok like, sorry but i'm gonna drop a whole ass essay here cause there's no way this will fit in the tags but OH MY GOD

Ok first of all, insane the use of the necklace to create patterns and also the way that it snakes everywhere. Nico isn't being tied down here but there's implication that he's chained (to the past or the idea of reconciliation perhaps). And using this type of locket thats commonly used by kids paralleling their childhood friends status is so genius aworghgag

ALSO! I'm so fucking in love with lewis being where his heart is. @/roosterhouse tagged this with this:

And i agree so much in the context of this painting! The actively hurting with the shattering of the ribs, which i interpreted as his feelings for lewis is far too big to keep in his ribcage that it bursts out.

Can we also talk about the pose that you used for nico because oh my god he's waving at someone here isnt it? I'm choosing to intepret this as nico waving hello to lewis (is it reciprocated? Discuss.) The way you placed the ring so prominently in view of the audience too!!!! Right over his guts. Hmmm. HMMMM

(Also going nuts with your choice of using the same colour for nico's wedding ring and lewis's pinky ring. Its brilliant technical wise w the color contrast and ALSO narratively)

Awroghh the literal flaying....... thinking about how everytime he says anything abt lewis, its going to be dissected to the bare bones by everyone online .... the emotional flaying of showing his vulnerability but also covering it with his trademark charm but its also far too strong that you can still peer through the flesh of it all (which is also reinforced by the text on the watch)

Also can we talk about the colour choice??? Because aworghrv the colours... they are most colors.... but in all seriousness!!! The absolute garish shade of sickly green that contrast so so so well with the red underpainting ...... what an amazing technical and narrative choice aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway im enjoying the way for me, this gets me transfixed looking at the horros that also mimicks how i am while watching their interactions. Studying them like a bug has never been more apt.

ANYWAY IN CONCLUSION THE LINES.... MUCH LINES.. AND THE COLORS ...... AWORGHGRGGHG

JUST KIDDING!

[sussex-nature-lover]

Saturday 18 February 2023

The Ups and Downs When Spring Stalls

My week’s been like these hyacinths. Good in parts and let down in others.

All my bulbs were bought and potted up at the same time, but look at the difference. One is so far behind it’s just tiny and no sign of any colour. I like hyacinths and I like all the individual little flowers combining to make a glorious flower head, but I tie the tall ones up at least twice a day as they’re so heavy they’re leaning again in no time. We were in the supermarket yesterday and I noticed their offerings had exactly the same problem, so it’s not just mine. 

The distinct fragrance perfumes a whole room

Actually I mention the perfume, but I’ve had to move the pots into more open areas, as it’s started to give me a headache, it’s so intense, like lilies. I shall put them outdoors directly into the soil after they’ve finished and next year pot up something less heady - in both senses of the word - for the house

Beautiful bark

I went to do my regular inspection in the woods and again, so very disappointing - a litter pick

What on earth is wrong with people that they think open ground is a suitable resting place for their trash. I could rant on but I’ve done it all before and I very much doubt anyone who cares to read this would think any differently

I’d love to put up a sign saying TAKE IT HOME, but fear it’ll only encourage rebellion from the kind of idiot who can’t work that out as a given

On a much brighter note, this year I’ve noticed just how many hazel trees we have both in the garden and the woods. The growth is vigorous but we’ve been having such grey weather that the catkins aren’t glowing as well as below. I hope the ancient legend’s true. We could do with a bit more inspiration and wisdom coming our way, but never-the-less we should see plenty of nuts. The tree above, which is on show through our side window is more of a green-lemon shade

Hazel (Corylus avellana) Hazel shrubs are monoecious, which means they have male and female flowers on the same plant.  The catkins, droop from branch twigs and can be seen from January to March. Catkins are the male flowers of the Hazel tree and, if you look very close, you should can see the tiny red filaments of the female flowers sticking out from a small bud.

The catkins in the woods are much more golden than in the garden, but the camera still isn’t capturing the glow. It’s slightly easier to tell from this pic, below, where I’m watching the birds, whilst I’m under observation too. You need to imagine the glow when the sun comes out

I’ll make a list. Since I sat to write this, I’ve seen robins, house sparrows, great spotted woodpeckers, starlings, nuthatch, long tailed tits, blue tits, great tits, marsh tits, blackbirds, Inspector Pritchard, Anton the pheasant and a pesky squirrel after the suet. For a very short while, judging on shape and posture, I hoped I’d spotted a song thrush, but when she emerged from the bushes, it was a female blackbird after all. That was pretty much a full house of our regulars though

The birds are going to be scouting new homes and because we need a big tidy up, they’re being a little bit displaced. The garden next door was suffering from some heavy growth that was hanging over our side of the fence too. It was blocking light out from our corner sitting room windows, but also over shadowing other plants, drying out the soil and causing a lot of mossy growth on paths. Now they’ve taken an awful lot of it down it’s really opened both gardens and later this week the willow is going to get its second or third ‘haircut’ in the time we’ve lived here. We’ve never forgotten the shock of the first one, the tree looked absolutely annihilated, but of course, it was incredible how it came back through the season

To be honest I’m planning on getting out with the shears and the hedge cutter and giving our big shrubs another hacking back so everything can hopefully strengthen and flourish nicely too. I’m still getting my head around how much heavy work we did all last summer and early autumn and what a toll the winter has taken on the garden. We’ve lost several shrubs and for the first time, pots have bitten the dust too. There’s an awful lot to do out there, but the birds still have a thriving and hospitable habitat 

‘Inspector’ inspecting

First out of the blocks for meeting the new season is his lordship. Just look how his feathers have grown and he’s displaying now several times a day

Sadly, Anton isn’t at all impressed, but their friendship is ongoing. This morning they were waiting together again like buddies, eager for Crow to go out and stock up the seed trays.

Anton did have three ladies with him earlier in the week, but we only saw them the one time. I’m in no doubt that he’s in poll position for the girlfriend derby. Oh well, at least Prichard has plenty of company here and we do talk to him and provide a healthy, varied diet - his life could be worse

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[travelnshit]

I was a bit concerned we'd be a bit underwhelmed with Bariloche on account of all the hype surrounding it buy as we stood at the first viewpoint you have to visit unless you want people to study you with a raised eyebrow and the words, "Did you even go to Bariloche?" I realised how ridiculous that notion was. Fuck me, it's a nut stunning around here. You'll notice a running lake related theme. You also realise quite quickly that the best place to be in Bariloche is really high up (or in a bar face down in a vat if cerveza artesenal, or consuming so much chocolate that if your dentist could see you they'd be sobbing) so we checked out Cerro Campanario first before winding our way around the Circuito Chico which is a road lined with all manner of viewpoints including Punto Panorámico (pic 1). I couldn't fit the whole eyehole fodder in one frame so that's just my favourite bit. The next day we threw ourselves off a perfectly good hill with a man strapped to our backs. I feel like of all the places you can go paragliding this has got to be one of the better ones. It was Tarrant's first time, I think you can tell how much she enjoyed it from pic 8. I've done it twice before but I still nearly shat myself when we ran off the edge. I say ran, I tried to run but the 'chute pulled us back so Hernán pretty much just had to shove me off and off we fucked, gliding over Bariloche. Absolutely recommend this to anyone. The trees in pics 5 & 6 by the way are arrayan trees. They're these evergreens with orange bark and I love the contrast. Wouldn't paint my walls that colour, mind, but I love it in nature. I love most things in nature aside from mosquitoes and other things that forcibly part me from my blood. . https://travelnshit.com/2023/02/02/land-of-lakes-beer-chocolate/ • • • #argentina #visitargentina #travel #travelgram #instatravel #wanderlust #lesbiantravel #couplegoals #travelcouple #nature #instanature #naturegram #landscape #landscapeporn #bariloche #lakes #paragliding #parapente #arrayantree #nahuelhuapilake #patagonia (at Bariloche, Patagonia, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CokMKo1u1FV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=