#constellation cove

[codes-and-stuffs]

cove quotes <3

[avixenk]

GUYS

idk if Tumblr will keep the boops going after today, but through the power of discord emoji, you can boop your friends in a server. or idk, paste them in someone's askbox.

edited to include image description by @bisexualbaker

[Image: All three booping paws, one from each direction of the screen. End ID.]

[asexual-levia-tan]

as someone who started playing shortly after season of abyss ended, season of aurora is actually like. my first lore dump

that being said. suddenly some of the murals are starting to make sense to me

[hughmanbean]

The Moon Looks Back

As a child, Bruce liked to stargaze with his parents. It was something that connected them, and soothed him in a way hard to describe.

That hadn't changed, after the night in the alley, when he went soul searching, or even when he took up the cape. It certainly hadn't stopped after all these years, with all of his children beside him.

During his trek around the world, he regarded the moon as a sort of companion, ever-changing but consistent. It stuck with him, even just by existing.

He stargazes less often, of course, with everything he does nowadays. But he still takes time to look at the night sky, constellations and childhood friend still there.

Of course, he didn't know that it was actually alive. And he'd really of appreciated if he didn't have to learn that while stranded in space.

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It was nice to just relax when things got a bit difficult. The moon was a nice little cove for Danny to just decompress and watch the world go by.

One such benefit was that he could see those who looked to him as the moon. The grandfather of a family, watching the sky as the kids go to sleep, the couple on a late night date, and the astronomers that study the stars.

Amongst them, one Bruce Wayne stood out. In the beginning, just the child of a wealthy family, though after the death of his parents he continued to look to Danny. Every once in a while, Danny would sense Bruce, in some drastically different location and situation.

Eventually, he seemed to settle back down in Gotham. Though not without a few new habits, so to speak.

Now, this was an opportunity to finally talk face to face. After all, it wasn't everyday he got the chance to speak to such an interesting stargazer in person.

[ros-garden]

Kinda still on the topic of Lucifer being a softie especially around Christmas-

Lucifer’s the type to keep a branch of mistletoe in his pocket just so he can hold it above your head and kiss you under it <3

Lucifer loves tasteful christmas lights- is what he says, really he loves them all!!!! and it’s honestly so cute to watch how his face softens just a little bit when he looks at the Christmas tree in the HoL. 

He would absolutely love to take you on a late night drive, down the snowy roads ‘hunting’ for house’s coved in christmas lights~

He has special wrapping paper for each of his brothers and you ofc!! (Mammon’s is very flashy gold paper, Levi’s is the classic orange and white strips, Satan’s is that cat meme wrapping paper!!! Asmo’s is plan baby pink~ Beel’s is that goofy fast food print ‘n Belphie’s is that extra pretty gift paper that’s covered in constellations!!)

Stockings are his favorite part of Christmas morning!!! Because, while Lucifer knows exactly what he put in everyone else’s stocking his is always filled with a very odd assortment of little gifts from his brothers. But nobody ever really acknowledges it- it’s just another one of their quiet traditions. 

Extra note; I’ll probably add more to this later!!! but if I don’t post it now I’ll forget about it 🏃🏼‍♀️💨

[shousetsubangbang]

Shousetsu Bang*Bang: Distracting You With Happy Endings Since 2005!

Sure, our whole zine focuses on smutty queer romance with a happily-ever-after aesthetic. But we asked our Discord which stories are especially warm and particularly fuzzy. Here's a list of the recommendations they gave, just in case you need something like that in your life right now, for whatever reason.

Arame Cove: Stardew Valley yaoi

c:\rano.bergerac: the Mechanical Turk, but make it sexy

Cheesecake and the Art of Political Warfare: the electoral college… IN SPACE!

Corvus, Cancer, And Other Constellations: friends don't let friends go through cancer treatments without smutfic

El Presidio Rides North: hurt/comfort while escaping zombies

A Fish Story, OR, The Ones That Got Away, OR, The Mermaid Solution: pretty much what the title implies

Moonstricken: knife-throwing, paperwork, chains, and other unorthodox ways to (not) approach your crush

Busted: same as above, but with 100% less werewolves and 100% more explosions

oh Charlie Harper we love you get up: everyone knows elocution lessons are very sexy

Out in the Wash: and you thought your laundry mix-ups were incriminating

Sid Stills’ Blues (Three-Quarters in the Bag in Alphabet City): aging musician falls in love, does not die of cancer

Up the Garden Path: D&D&D (Dungeons & Dragons & Dicks)

War Bonds: just two gals bein' pals while the men are off fighting in WWII

And of course if you're looking for something even more specific, we have https://www.s2b2search.com/ to help you navigate our enormous back catalog. You can search all 1200+ pieces in our archives by issue, by author, by artist, by tagged content, or by some combination of the above. Enjoy!

[sugar-omi]

a request for baxter x cove ship from *this anonie  i didn't think i'd get this one done in time. i had like.. 2-3 different ideas on this one... but it ended up like this, and now you have to wait until next year for part 2 🙊

DAY FOURTEEN — Camshow [ baxter + cove ]

tags : NSFW, no reader, camboy baxter, dom/bottom baxter, sub/top cove, caught in the act, masturbation,

synposis : cove didn't know exactly what baxter did for work, he just knew that he had a specific chest in his room he was banned from touching, steaming equipment and sound proofing in his room, and a simple request for cove to avoid his room after midnight.

which isn't a problem, cove isn't a night owl and he sleeps like a rock. but tonight.. he just can't get to sleep, maybe jerking off once or twice will knock him out. he didn't plan to stubble upon his roommates camboy account. and he definitely didn't mean to get off to it..

[ kinktober '24 masterlist | ao3 ]

this has to be against some kind of law, or against some moral code about watching your roommate get off in front of an audience, talking dirty to them and enjoying every plea for more or degrading comment about how filthy baxter is for showing his ass to the camera, slowly working himself open as he prepares to take a dildo.

but cove just can't look away.

he had every intention not to click on it, he really did. but cove knows those deep brown eyes from anywhere, that pale skin and inky black hair and the mask does nothing to hide the fact that cove knows that face.

his heart is beating against his chest, every inch of common sense screaming at him to stop thinking about baxter, to stop insinuating that this guy could possibly be baxter.

it's rude, it's disrespectful right? it's.. it's him.

cove feels something crash on him, he can't tell if it's embarrassment or something akin to it for finding out his roommates.. occupation. or if it's something else, but he has a feeling it's a little bit of both..

"you guys are so demanding." baxter laughs, the sound cutting through cove's headphones and straight into his ears. it's almost chilling how clear he can hear baxter's voice.

it's a bit muffled through the mask, but he knows. he knows what baxter sounds like.

cove squirms up his bed, propping more of his body against his pillows. even though he's heavy with shame, he can't deny he's turned on...

and it must be the lack of sleep these past few nights that's clouding his judgment, because cove tugs on his pants down just enough to pull his hardening cock out, taking himself in his fist and watching baxter's fingers slowly and hypnotically spread his hole open, scissoring and pumping them in and out, letting a few quiet moans fall from his lips that the mic just barely picks up..

cove looks over at the wall he and baxter share like he's trying to see past his fish tank, poster, and through the wall.

on the other side... baxter is bent over his bed with a camera pointed towards his flushed milky skin, capturing how his fingers stretch himself open, showing baxter's thousand and some viewers how lube runs down his thigh and how his legs quiver.

cove sees someone saying how they'd love to bite baxter where the mole on the back of his thigh is, and he can't help but think "fuck.. i want that too.." already imagining baxter with his legs propped up on cove's shoulders, cove's lips magnetizing towards every beauty mark on baxter's body and leaving hickeys there like he's drawing lines to constellations.

"okay.. that's enough." baxter announces in his smooth voice, a bit breathy, the sound flowing like honey through the audience's headphones and igniting a fire in them if the "i could listen to your voice all day" and the filthy comments about making baxter moan is anything to go by.

baxter leans back against the pillows, hitting a button on his computer to switch camera to the one facing his bed.

"now.. lets try this monster you guys begged me to use." baxter teases his audience, reaching over to grab the toy and starts lubing it up.

cove swallows, slowing down the pace of his fist around his cock, watching with bated breath as baxter prepared to take the toy.

the toy is certainly different from a basic dildo, curved with a girthy knot at the base with thick ridges thinning out the closer it gets to the head, and a comically thick vein going up the side of the shaft.

cove flushes. he didn't know baxter was into those type of things.. well, how could he, because he definitely didn't know or even consider that he was a camboy.

"mmng.." baxter moans, his fist curling into the pillow by his head as he sinks the head of the toy past his wet, puffy rim..

cove bites his lip to hold back the groan building at the base of his throat, slowly stroking his cock head, tightening his grip around his length. god, what he wouldn’t give to be in the place of that toy.

he wonders what sounds baxter would make, what he’d look like when cove sank his cock in to the base. he’d feel better than that toy, right? paired with his lips on baxter’s long neck, his hands pulling baxter against his body..

“god..” baxter gasps, his back arching and forcing a moan from him when the toy sinks deeper because of his movement. “this.. this toy is really thick..” baxter pushes the dildo deeper, the knot just a couple inches away from pushing back his rim..

cove pumps his fist around his cock faster, panting, trying to keep a moan or grunt from slipping past his lips.

baxter takes a moment to adjust to the girth and shape of the toy, exhaling out in a breathy laugh that the ridges of the toy are pressing against his good spots. “‘push it in already, pretty boy.’” baxter reads a comment and he looks at the camera through hooded eyes. “you really wanna see me take this knot, huh?”

he tightens his grip on the base of the toy, and he starts thrusting the toy in and out of his hole slowly, then slammed it in down to the knot, producing a loud, feminine moan from baxter’s throat. cove stiffens, realizing he could hear baxter’s moan through the wall.. clearly baxter’s new soundproofing wasn’t good enough.

he throws his head back against the pillows, letting baxter’s little moans and snarky comments to his chat fill his ears.

“-so good..” baxter groans, pumping the toy in and out at a quick pace, angled it up so it hits his g-spot when he thrusts the toy back in. “it-” baxter swallows thickly, gasping. “it’s rubbing against all my sensitive spots.” he cries, giving shallow thrusts of the toy into his wet insides, the slick sound from all the lube echoing through the audience's headphones, comments about baxter’s “filthy cunt” filling the chat.

baxter's hand falls to his cock, quickly stroking his length as he pushes the toy in, moaning loudly. "god-damn!" baxter cries, and cove can hear the bump when baxter's jolting makes the headboard hit the wall. "the tip- it's, mngh! it's pressing against my prostate..!" he whimpers, and you can just barely see tears pulling at the bottom of baxter's eyelashes from the pleasure..

"take that knot in your slutty hole" cove reads the comment as it pops up with a donation. baxter reads it too.

"nng.. thank- thank you for the donation." baxter forces out, not pausing or slowing down his movements as he reads the comment, the toy bullying his insides, the thick knot at the base pushing against baxter's butt but not quite pushing in.

baxter cries out loudly sometimes from it, the knot of the toy trying to push its way into baxter's pliant hole occasionally from his tough thrusts. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement. "fuck- well, with such a generous donation.." baxter whines in the middle of his sentence, trying to pull himself together to look presentable but he just looks like a desperate mess.

"lets try to fit this knot inside me.." he sits up, stopping his movements so he can try to get comfortable before taking the toy. his lips press together, trying to hold back a moan as he pulls the toy out, shuffling and squirming before he finally settles on presenting his ass to the camera, laying his upper half against the pillows.

baxter spreads his legs, trying to calm his trembling thighs as he starts to push the head of the toy past his rim, his body easily accepting the toy, his pretty insides enveloping every ridge and bump on the dildo, his moans trembling as he takes it to the base.

cove gives his cock a long strong, his cock throbbing as he feels himself getting closer and closer to coming.. he doesn't want to finish yet, but fuck he's pretty sure he could come just from seeing baxter work the knot of this toy into his perfect insides.

cove licks his lips. he knows he can't look baxter in the eyes normally after this, he's ruined. and he knows the shame and guilt will hit him after he comes, he's sure of it.

but fuck if he isn't drowning in fantasies of his lips on baxter's thighs and his bigger hands pulling baxter's ass apart as he eats him out or watches the way baxter takes his cock.

and the way his cock throbs and a groan rolls past his lips because the image of baxter's pale skin turning red from the force of cove's thrust is too great.

baxter's thighs shake as he starts to push the toy against his hole, the knot slowly pushing against his insides.

the chat encourages him, not that he could see it from his position, but it's the thought that counts. he knows such gentleness won't get the knot in, and baxter all but forces the knot into his hole, his handle on it immediately falling.

he whines loudly, his thighs trembling as he adjusts to the new girth.

the chat floods with comments about how pretty baxter looks stuffed full with the dildo, cooing about how pretty his whines are and how they wish they were there to give his pretty ass a few spanks, that he'd be prettier with a bruised ass to go with his stuffed hole and leaking cock.

cove's eyes are locked in on the scenery too, and he hates that he shares the sentiment with baxter's chat because he wishes this scene was for his eyes only, no one elses..

it's a selfish desire, he knows that. but fuck if he doesn't wish he could take the place of baxter's chat and devour every inch of porcelain skin and full lips.

baxter gathers himself, finally being able to bring himself to take the toy in his shaky hand and he starts moving it, pulling the knot out until only the tapered tip is inside him..

baxter slams the toy back in, knot included this time, forcing a loud moan from him. he doesn't know it, but cove heard that one for sure, the sound whorish and pathetic.

he keeps thrusting the toy, in and out, pushing it against all his good spots and whining at how the knot stretches him open. baxter doesn't even need to give his cock any attention because of all the pleasure he's feeling from the toy, his flushed cock hanging between his legs and leaking pre.

cove glances at the chat, and he sees a few people coo about how sweet his leaking cock is, or how they wish they could suck him off while he gets fucked.

"fuck! i'm gonna-" baxter whimpers, his face buried in the pillows and his ass arched in the air as he keeps slamming the toy in and out of his ass, pressing the head against his g-spot. "i'm cumming! fuck, i'm cumming!"

cove strokes his cock faster, pre running over his fists as he gets closer and closer to the edge, trying to time his orgasm with baxter's.

baxter's cock drools on the sheets, a pool of pre connected by a steady river from his straining cock. his cock twitches as the knot pushes past his rim, baxter gives shallow thrusts of the toy in and out of his hole, and his last thrust must've hit that magic spot because he blows his load all over his fresh bed sheets, his thighs trembling and a series of whiny moans falling from his lips and hardly being muffled by the pillow.

baxter's body trembles as he cums, his hole tightening around the length and knot of the toy, trying to stifle his sounds when he finally gathers the strength to pull the toy out of his tender insides..

cove slaps his palm over his mouth, muffling his moan as he spills his cum all over his fist, thick ropes of cum painting his fingers and making an increasingly slick sound with every stroke of his cock as he works through his orgasm.

"that.. fuck." baxter laughs, his back facing the camera as he takes some tissues from the box off screen. he turns around to face the camera, revealing his flushed face, the mask clinging to his cheeks from the sweat.

baxter starts to talk to his chat, but cove leaves the browser after baxter ends the stream.

cove drops his phone, his earbuds still in his ears so all he can hear is the hard beating of his heart and blood rushing through his ears. he.. he really did that.. he.. got off to his friend and roommates camshow…

cove knows he should feel more shame for such debauchery on his part, baxter doesn’t know after all, and he clearly didn’t want cove to know. but.. he definitely doesn’t have enough shame because he’s still fucking hard, and the only thing on his mind is baxter.

he can’t sleep in the end because all cove can see if baxter’s pale, blushing skin, the way he spread his legs and exposed his pliant body, his cock hanging so fucking prettily between his legs..

and he can almost hear baxter’s moans in his ears again, the memory of seeing baxter split open on that dildo is at the front of cove’s mind and he curses himself for it…how the hell is he going to face baxter, now?

[codes-and-stuffs]

fucking hell it's been a wild 24 hours

BTW PLS CHECK OUT @smaragdine and @aistandardcherry and their art and fics plspls they are super super cool !!!!!!

[sixteenth-days]

If you want a prompt maybe eldritch!XB? :0

At the bottom of the ocean, something which had been sleeping woke up.

Every now and then, when XB's shoulders started clicking and he developed a cough and a persistent pain where the base of his spine would be, he knew he'd been too small for too long. It was inconvenient, but not catastrophic.

Whenever that started happening, he'd put all his gear away, let the hermits know he'd be away for a few days or weeks, and find a secluded cove to crawl out of his skin and into the blessed embrace of the saltwater. It always felt like a balm against his real self, dried and desiccated from so long spent in the air and sun. He'd slip into the ocean and spread out like an oil slick, all black and blue and eyes, invisible beneath the play of sunlight on the water, slide down to miles and miles of seafloor, and rest.

But now he was awake, and it felt too soon. Something must have woken him. Scales blinked open up and down his spine, searching for any disturbance in the water immediately surrounding the greatest concentration of his mass, but found nothing that might have roused him.

Ugh. He didn't want to get up. But something was wrong, a sense of unease creeping in through all the estuaries and rivers where he lay, rubbing wrong against the rubber and scale and sand of him.

He heaved a sigh that shoved waves against distant beaches, gathered up a pair of forelimbs from where they dangled in an underwater magma cavern, and pushed himself upwards.

Something about the water around him felt strange, as he ascended through the oceanic zones. A slight shift in the salinity, maybe. Up, and up, from the midnight to the twilight, as the water began to slowly lighten around him. Black water turned blue, and bluer, and bluer, until he was drifting the final few meters to the surface, feeling unaccountably hesitant.

Something was wrong.

He broke the surface, blinked a constellation of eyes against the sudden air, reared up and dug claws into a birch-plank bridge that creaked warningly under his weight. It was immediately obvious that he had not come up where he'd gone down, and that was going to be really inconvenient, if he couldn't get back into his skin, but- one problem at a time.

Starting with: if he's not where he entered the water, where was he?

The air against his scales was stagnant, dusty, untouched by breath or word. This world was clearly abandoned. He caught a glimpse of a sign, affixed to a nearby fencepost: By JoeHills and IamSp00n.

Ah. He'd come up in the wrong ocean.

(Send me Hermit fanon switcheroo asks!)

[damned-punk]

Observation Duty (Heat x Reader)

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Content Warning: description of kissing

Content Description: gn!reader has feelings for Heat and the Kidd Pirates scheme to give them some alone time

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As you trekked back to the ship after shopping with House, you ran through what you were going to wear during your night shift. Every so often, you traded jobs with your crewmates in order to accommodate them if events or a change in plans clashed with their ship duties. Tonight’s schedule consisted of you trading assignments with Hip, leaving you and Heat guarding the upper deck which worked in your favor particularly well as you’d had your eyes on the tattooed man for sometime. There never seemed to be a great time to have a meaningful conversation with him, only short words exchanged in passing. You hoped that things would remain peaceful tonight so that you could get to know him a little better.

As the final rays of sunlight settled beneath the waves on the horizon, you made your way to the mast and awaited his arrival. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous to have all of this alone time with him but you were equally as excited to have the opportunity to spend the time with him. The deck was totally empty, the crew occupying themselves with an array of activities elsewhere, making Heat’s footsteps appear louder than usual. He postured himself against the mast to your right, smiling at you as a greeting.

“Probably gonna be a long night. I don’t figure much will come from this empty coast.”, he broke the silence and you hoped he was right.

The Victoria Punk was docked in a cove that was shrouded by wilderness. The closest town required a decent bit of travel and it was very unlikely that the docile people of this island would randomly strike a rebellion. The two of you watched the stars as a pass-time, pointing out constellations every so often.

“What’s your star sign?”, you asked him, determined to find his assigned constellation.

“What the hell is a star sign?”, he asked dumbfoundedly, his response causing you to stifle a laugh.

“It’s part of your birth chart.”, you started to explain, “When’s your birthday?”

“December first…”, he trailed off, curious as to where you were going with all of this.

“Your star sign is a Sagittarius. Ironically, it’s a fire sign.”, you replied scanning the sky, “The Sagittarius constellation is right there and mine is just over there… They aren’t all that far apart actually.”

He was listening to your words but he was most certainly not looking up at the sky. He was admiring how your face lit up as you info-dumped about all the interesting details that you possessed in the realm of astrology. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve been more likely to tease them but he wouldn’t dare interrupt this moment. He’d had an interest in you from the day you’d joined the Kidd Pirates, but he didn’t want to overwhelm you. Everything was too new and he’d feel much more vindicated in his approach if he could’ve ensured that you were settled and comfortable.

When he’d looked at the schedule and saw your name written next to his, he could hardly contain his smile and earned quite a bit of teasing from Wire in the process. In fact, the whole issue of Hip needing to trade shifts with you in the first place was the result of Heat’s ramblings to Wire. He knew better than anyone that Heat was far too reserved to approach you under usual circumstances so he knew the responsibility was on his shoulders to give Heat the chance that was needed. It was sweet that everyone was so tightly-knit on the ship, but it left such little room for secrets.

You glanced back at him after mapping out the stars and awkwardly glanced around as you’d caught him staring. He did the same and the whole situation became increasingly suffocating. The words were right on your tongue but the fear of rejection loomed too high. Heat felt the same way, irritated at himself for his own reservations.

“(Y/N)…”, he said your name quietly, prompting you to give him your attention, “I’d like to try something, but only if it’s alright with you…”

“Alright… I trust you, Heat.”, you furrowed your brows, a bit confused as to where this was coming from all of a sudden.

Your words sounded incredibly intimate to him, it made him feel so warm to hear that you trusted a man like him. It gave him the final push he needed to lean over in front of your face and press a soft kiss to your forehead. This left you stun-locked for a solid few seconds, Heat eagerly awaiting your response. The air was thick in his lungs as you brushed your soft lips against his own, urging him to take things further. He rested a hand on your waist, your own making their way to his shoulders as he finally pressed a kiss to your lips. You mimicked his intensity, riling him up until he began sucking your bottom lip. Before things became explicit, you parted from him for air and felt a very heavy weight lift from your shoulders as he smiled down at you.

“Get a damn room.”, Killer jokingly yelled, trailing down the hallway after retrieving a late night snack.

The two of you could only laugh at being caught, what a wonderful night to be on observation duty.

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[ilycove]

You and Cove sit a distance away from each other, your index fingers the only heat the two of you shared in the autumn. The ocean air seemed to whisper and flitter about, sending chills up your spine even through Cove's sweatshirt.

His eyes linger on your hands, intertwined, scared as if they were made to leave him. But as he steals another finger or two of yours to hold, it seems like all of his thoughts just disappears. The only thought that is present in the moment is how your hand fits against his so perfectly.

He goes from a finger, to two, to three, to your entire hand. He swipes his thumb up and down the back of your hand before he pulls you closer to him by your waist.

He slips a hand underneath your (his, technically) sweatshirt and just palms your bare skin, relaxing almost immediately when he feels your warm skin on his. He buries his face into your neck and just sighs. He breathes you in and breathes you out.

"Hi, handsome," you play with his hair a bit before laying down on the sand. He smiles against your skin and presses a bit more of his weight on you. "You know, we might get sand in our hair."

Cove hums. "I don't mind."

"Our bed would be nicer."

"I don't mind," he repeats. You laugh a bit and he presses his cheek against your neck, feeling the vibrations of your laughter echo throughout his body. He sighs again. "You're soft enough."

You don't argue with him anymore. It's late, you're both sleepy, and you're close enough to your house. You'll be fine. 

You look for constellations but with you being so close to Cove and being able to listen to his breathing so clearly, it makes your heart pound and you can't focus. You've lost the big dipper around four times.  

You try and find the moon but it's obscured by a bunch of clouds and it's getting harder to keep your eyes open. Cove is just so warm and you're so comfortable and it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a minute or two. 

You lean a bit more into his touch and he wraps his arm further around your waist.  His hair smells different, you want to ask him about it in the morning. 

But for now, all you ask is, "Could we like this for a bit longer?"

(And he'll always reply with, "Of course.")

[ythrial]

yippee i finally did one of these 🙏 i was tagged by my sweetie friends @latenna & @ordinarymaine to do some oc associations ^_^v / tagging @camillathe6th, @dannyburke & @greenecreek if youse wanna do it i’ll link a blank version here 🤲

for fialine of course 🫶

animals.

white mountain ermine, buck moth.

colour.

off-white, saffron yellow.

month.

january.

songs.

francis – hayley hendrickx, max garcía conover. (but there’s something on your skin that you can’t get clean, there’s a fawn in the fence that you can’t get free)

mountain spines – marika hackman. (let me hold back the tears i’m sitting on, i will be plagued with your blood)

number.

nine.

plants.

aethusa cynapium, fool’s parsley – foolishness, gullibility, to burn. 

smells.

cinnamon, peppermint, pine. 

gemstone.

thulite – expression, passion.

time of day.

nautical twilight.

season.

winter.

places.

melodia’s garden at moonrise – once full of sweet, powder blue flowers that shimmer in moonlight. / a cove just beyond the gate – isolated and untouched. 

food.

spiced apple porridge, cinnamon hard candies.

drinks.

mulled wine. hot tea with ginger.

element.

earth.

seasonings.

cinnamon, fennel, nutmeg.

sky.

enveloped by nimbostratus clouds, dark and dull with jagged edges.

weather.

the serenity of heavy snowfall. 

magical power.

blindness, command, healing word.

weapons.

eight-flanged mace, imbued with radiant light. lovingly engraved with an ancient prayer. 

method of long distance travel.

on foot.

art style.

neo-impressionism.

fear.

irrelevance. 

mythological creature.

strix.

piece of stationary.

a worn, unremarkable carte de visite.

three emojis.

🫀🪽🌒

celestial body.

cepheus – the constellation named after the myth of king cepheus, who attempted to sacrifice his daughter to appease poseidon. one of its brightest stars, alfirk, loosely means “flock of sheep.” 

[littlemissbigears]

Chosen Characters as songs from my Chosen vibes playlist ✨part 4✨

Carry on Wayward Son covered by The Arcadian Wild

My Shot from Hamilton

Tread the Dawn by The Gray Havens

High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco

The Story of Tonight from Hamilton

History Has Its Eyes on You from Hamilton

Constellations by The Oh Hellos

Just Begun by WILD

Wild I Am by Vocal Few

Monsters of the North by The National Parks

Twinkling Lights by Annalise Emerick

Come Further Up by Sarah Sparks

The Graduate by The Arcadian Wild

May it be covered by Voces8

Eyes Open by Taylor Swift

Wellerman covered by The Wellermen

We Will Run by Hollow Coves

Coastline by Hollow Coves

The Woods by Hollow Coves

Can’t Go Back Now by The Weepies

Not Home Yet by The Gray Havens

The Nights by Avicii

Here We Go by WILD

Go by Vocal Few

Long Way Home by Steven Curtis Chapman

Revival Anthem by Rend Collective

SING IT FROM THE SHACKLES by Rend Collective

Beautiful Things by Benson Boone

Out Of The Woods by Taylor Swift

epiphany by Taylor Swift

Forever Winter by Taylor Swift

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

The Gardener by Sarah Sparks

Shasta’s Complaint by Sarah Sparks

The New Song of Trumpkin by Sarah Sparks

Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

Cold Is The Night by The Oh Hellos

The Great War by Taylor Swift

Slow And Steady by Of Monsters and Men

Carry by Branches

evermore (feat. Bon Iver) by Taylor Swift

Man in Room 39 by The Arcadian Wild

In My Blood by Shawn Mendes

[captainsvscaptains]

1 - Any player can build a wooden boat. It's color depends on the type of wood used. A boat can be occupied by two entities, they can be used to transport mobs, players, or a chest.

2 - It's Kirby transformed into a submarine. He shoots torpedoes. He's Kirby! He's adorable!

3 - The Lemurian ship was created a long time ago by the Lemurians (Lemuria is pretty much the in universe version of Atlantis or smth). It does not have sails unlike the other boats in universe. It can only be controlled by Adepts (people with psychic powers), by using a Black Orb to amplify their psychokinesis. There are three Lemurian ships in game, but the one used by the player belongs to Piers. After a while, magical... er, enchanted psychic wings are attached to it, which allows it to hover briefly. Later you also get a cannon!

4 - it’s a pirate ship! the captain is a strong buff lady who once killed a sea dragon with only a claymore and is DEFINITELY a lesbian. she used it to fight a giant sea god literally hundreds of times her size. she used it to smuggle a criminal wanted by the literal GOD of a country to safety. the rest of the crew are also mildly insane and every day I wish they weren’t npcs so we could learn more abt them. AND they commit tax evasion <3

5 - owned by captain caviar cookie, crew of mostly children, not sentient, usually doesn't take passengers

6 - A switcher from the Star Fleet. He's just nifty tbh. Bro has seen some shit. i love him. his voice is kinda gender ngl.

7 - Sentient taling ship owned by Pirate Percy. "YOU HAVE...TO GO...INSIDE"

8 - Physical manifestation of the Argo Navis constellation and summoned by the constellation witch to traverse the ocean. It's fucking beautiful and also has ancient mythological roots

9 - It's shaped like a whale that's so awesome! Like don't you just want to get in it??? If I had a ship I'd make damn sure it was shaped like some kind of creature.

[everydayfrimmel]

July 1, 2024

"The L Word (Love and/or Leaking Roofs and/or Late-Night Cable Television)" 1000 words, roommate au, part 11/? (finale of birthday mini-arc)

Flamme is meddlesome, but she knows what her daughter likes. She knows that Frieren will always choose fruit-flavored sweets over chocolate ones, that she would never choose to be in a place full of people without a compelling reason, and that if she didn’t bring Himmel along, Frieren would barely have said a word the whole time they were in the car. She knows how to coax Frieren out of her shell, if only for a few hours.

So maybe Frieren should not have been so worried, because they drive west, and when she wakes again, she can see the far-off ocean and know that Flamme is not going to make her do something terribly obtrusive after all.

“Came out here with the Geriatrics Who Hike ladies last month,” she says casually, as if having joined yet another athletic organization for senior ladies of an active bent is not news. (It must be at least her fourth.) (And she had to have been the one who came up with that name.) “And I thought you’d like it.” 

What Flamme thought Frieren would like is a crescent of beach at the base of the cliffs ringing a sheltered cove. The ring of cliffs jutting out into the ocean keeps off the worst of the pounding breakers offshore, and what waves do reach the sand roll in with an agreeable murmur and roll gently back out. Clinging plants spill over the edges of the cliffs and tumble down their faces, and she doesn’t like admitting when she likes things, but from the look on her face it seems as if Flamme already knows.

“I’m impressed you got your granny hiking group all the way down here,” Himmel comments. 

He has to crane his neck to see the tops of the cliffs, and even though it’s overcast, he shields his eyes with his hand like he’s looking into the sun. The effect is one of a middle-aged father of four trying to find a certain constellation to point out to his children. 

“You’d do well not to underestimate what us Geriatrics Who Hike will do for a good view,” Flamme replies. 

This is apparently the sort of exchange that passes for normal in Frieren’s world these days. 

It’s nice, though. It is overcast—Frieren’s favorite kind of weather—and Flamme brought strawberries, pre-washed with the tops removed in a glass jar. Neither Himmel nor Flamme tries to bring her into their conversation after she has tucked herself into fetal position on a blanket and begun to eat her strawberries whilst staring at the ocean. And sometimes it is a beautiful thing to be allowed to sit silently on the margins while everyone else goes about their socializing. 

There is cake, too. She’d eaten it every year before she left home and Flamme had never failed to show up at her door with a white pastry box containing the same cake, a fluffy lemon one with strawberries to garnish and light, hardly-sweet whipped cream for icing, on her birthdays in university. She should have known.

“She’s a creature of habit,” Flamme tells Himmel. “Same birthday cake twenty-three years running.” 

“That sounds like Frieren.” 

He says she has good taste, though. He takes a whole slab of the cake and then another little sliver, and then another, and it’s only when he goes up to the car to get some of the napkins Flamme keeps in her glove compartment that he stops. 

Frieren knows that Flamme is going to say something by the way she’s watching him leave, but not what. 

“So. Himmel.” 

Frieren looks at her blankly. “What about him?” 

“Sounds like a pretty great roommate.”

She swallows her cake, then says, “he’s fine.”

“Frieren. C’mon.”

Grudgingly: “his company is enjoyable.”

“Enjoyable?”

“What? It is.” 

“Do you even realize what a catch you have on your hands, Frieren?” 

“This again?” 

“I’m serious, that boy is crazy about you.” Flamme’s eyes are full of mischief, but genuine delight, too. She says that as if this is, more than something to meddle in, genuinely hopeful news. “Don’t you get it by now?”

“I still contend that that’s a highly unsubstantiated claim.”

“Difficult girl.” Flamme ruffles Frieren’s hair. “How is it that you’re already twenty-five and you still haven’t realized I know what I’m talking about?” 

“You’re twice-divorced.” 

“Before you were even born!” 

“I rest my case!” 

“Listen, Frieren, haven’t you ever looked at him and thought, ‘huh, he’s kinda hot’?” 

“Um…no.” 

“You’re definitely lying.” 

“I can acknowledge that Himmel is objectively attractive without-“ 

“Can you?” 

He’s just come back into view, making his way towards the cliff’s edge and the rickety wooden staircase that leads down to the beach. He’s barefoot, wearing shorts on a sunless day like the boys she’s known inexplicably always do, and he jogs down the stairs two at a time. Someone should give him fashion advice, Frieren thinks. The coral-pink color of his shorts clashes with his hair. 

But Flamme has a point. From down here she can clearly see his sharp jawline, his taut calves. Everything about him has an air of strength, but he doesn’t look hard or angular or unwelcoming. His cheeks are too soft and his fashion choices too suspect for that. He looks, Frieren decides, like he could hurt you, but is emotionally incapable of doing so. Like the sort of person who could move mountains but only wants to be happy. 

Frieren is too withdrawn to notice those things about most people. She could blame the fact that she has on proximity, but even to Frieren, that would not feel honest. 

“He’s my roommate,” she says hollowly. “After this year, I’ll never see him again.”

“That’s entirely within your control, Frieren.” 

Flamme would say that. “I can’t just-“ 

“Well, you want him to stay, don’t you?” 

Compared to love, or to attraction, that is a much less frightening thing to admit. “I think I do.”

“Then it’s your job to make sure he knows that.”