#disputed territory

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

[the-knife-consumer]

About that one Mr mime card where they're playing imaginary chess, do you think it could be a test of strength for them? Not only do they have to stay focused on the charade for however long the game lasts they also have to correctly envision the amount of squares on the board, remember the positions of their own pieces and their opponents pieces, and know the actual rules of chess, WHILE nothing is actually there. There are no chairs there is no board and the pieces don't exist. It all comes down to who can pretend better

[drinksss]

flag beasts (disputed territories edition)

[awittylemon]

how can there be severed offices in 206 countries when there are less than 206 countries in the world? like hello??? do they have bonus countries??

[frindoka]

my dear mutuals love to put reblogs on my dashboard

[atopvisenyashill]

that arianne chapter reconvinced me of that theory that the rest of dorne Does Not Fuck With House Dayne Anymore, like, to the rest of Westeros Arthur is a shining example of chivalry and knightly ideals, but Dorne is like “Lewyn had to be blackmailed into fighting for Rhaegar, where the fuck were you when Elia and the babies were slaughtered you useless binch?!” i just think even the other characters do not take gerold dayne even a little serious, they all are aware he’s skilled but it feels like they’re laughing at him behind his back and he knows it.

[sinnohsiblings]

Territorial Dispute part 1

*CRACK - BOOM*

Ough...that had hurt. How could Goliaopede have been able to get the jump on him? Calama didn't have time to steady his mind before he noticed the rapidly approaching titan

*VEEEEEEERBOOOOOOM*

Calama had always been faster than that living corpse but something was strange...

Goliapede seemed to be keeping pace with him, it must have just been because he had allowed the behemoth to get too close. If he kept flying at full speed he'd surely loose the beast.

however, Calama felt a shudder shoot up his back...it couldn't be...

Goliapede was flying faster than him...HE'D BEEN CAUGHT!

[blondebrainpowered]

Two octopuses size each other up in a territorial dispute.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas Day 11: Feral Jasper/Mary-Alice

Good evening ducklings! I've come down with a spectacular flu, so more notes tomorrow. I got a bunch of different requests for today, so I picked one at random and it was Feral Jasper/Mary-Alice.

But all the suggestions were fun and excellent, so I will be doing a few more snippet posts in January to get them all in <3

Anyway, it's time I got some sleep so I hope you enjoy this part!

As with most things, the time comes for the Cullens to move on. It’s been five years since they arrived in Pennsylvania, and anything longer will invite gossip about the young doctor and his family living in that big old house outside town. They already draw enough attention as it is.

So it’s time to go. Carlisle and Esme decide that privately, out of earshot of the others, before they make the announcement. It’s going to be more difficult this time, because it’s Jasper’s first move. This is the only home that he’s known since they found him, and leaving it will be a strain. They’ve watched him since he arrived here become stronger and more certain in his place amongst them. And this place, this house and the looming forest, played an important role in that. They only have so many properties with grounds this size, that are appropriate for a vampire to roam privately and safely.

But vampires are traditionally nomadic, and just because the scenery and set changes, doesn’t mean anything else will. Esme is convinced she can make Jasper understand that this is necessary and a good thing. Montana will be wonderful; the hunting there is good, and even though they don’t technically own a large parcel of land there, they have a great deal of privacy.

Jasper’s so reasonable, there’s no reason he wouldn’t understand.

None at all.

//

Mary-Alice is perched in the crook of a branch when Jasper shows up. She’s exactly where he left her, except for the fact that she ran into the second-closest town to hunt (Jasper had been unhappy when she admitted to hunting in the nearest town; the Cullens needed complete secrecy and Mary-Alice’s first few hunts made the Cullens worried and suspicious about nomads. She flat-out refused to give up human blood entirely, not when it made her stronger and sharper than animal blood, but she had quickly agreed that running a few more miles to the next appropriate town was not an issue.)

“Jasper.” She immediately abandons her task - weaving together stems and leaves into some kind of coronet. It’s a good task, one that keeps her mind still.

If she didn’t have something to occupy her in the hours Jasper was back with the Cullens, she’d go completely mad worrying that harm had fallen to him, even if she knows with conviction that Emmett would protect Jasper if anything happened. That’s reassuring in a foreign way - she’s never really had anyone to entrust with anything. She’s never really had anything valuable enough to need to protect it, aside from her own life.

(Maria would be laughing at her now. She spent decades trying to crush any sort of emotion or ambition from her people, to know that Mary-Alice spends most of her day on tenterhooks over the safety of her dearest… friend, that would make Maria howl with laughter. She always said that Mary-Alice was too sour and unpleasant to have a mate or a coven or even a friend. No one likes a girl who calculates the force, weight, and trajectory of their decapitation the first time they meet.)

He looks drawn and almost worried when he looks at her, but there’s a softening around his eyes when he spots her - he has to remind himself to relax so often, that she can almost spot the moments he tells himself to calm down.

But Jasper still looking solemn the she lands on the boulder next to him, to do her usual check of his state - he’s washed, his clothing is neat and clean, and his eyes are bright. No changes in the last few hours, which is good. That’s what she wants.

“Mary-Alice.” He reaches out and takes her hand, squeezing it.

They haven’t really talked about the kiss on the cheek. He had caught her by surprise, do that, and she didn’t entirely understand what he meant by that. He’d told her something about saving him, but he was running out of words when he explained, so she didn’t push. But since then, he touches her more often. And yes, she has some rather… feline tendencies as far as curling up against him when they’re alone. Emmett Cullen had laughed at her and asked if she was going to start purring the singular time he’d caught her curling up half on Jasper’s lap. But the touching that Jasper has started doing is something very, very different. He’s holding her hand a lot, touching her hair and her face which makes her edgy, and he’s holding her more, especially before he leaves.

“Something’s wrong,” she says in that same flat voice she greeted him with.

“The Cullens are leaving Pennsylvania.” The strain on his face is suddenly evident and that’s bad. That’s when he starts to struggle the most, with his weakness, his speech, his physical coordination. He’s made amazing strides over the last year, but there is always regression when he’s upset - like when Rosalie Cullen tried to teach him to drive.

“Where are they going?” This isn’t unexpected. It is obvious that they couldn’t maintain a permanent residence in a town this small, especially if Carlisle Cullen was posing as a human. She’s seen little flashes of things, but nothing concrete - mentioning it to Jasper would have been pointless and distressing.

“Montana. Friday. We leave for Montana on Friday.” He’s tugged free of her now, and is pacing. “We’ve driving to Montana, we have to pack the house.” Oh, very distressed - his speech is stilted and repetitive.

“Calm.” She tries to make her voice gentle but she doesn’t think it works very well because he doesn’t even look at her. “Everything will be fine, Jasper.”

“I won’t go without you.” He stops then and has the most stubborn look she’s ever seen on his face. It’s almost cute, the indignant expression and the way he looks directly at her. “I won’t leave you behind.”

She gives him a small smile. “Unless you tell me to go, I’ll follow you wherever you go,” she replies and his stance softens slightly. “Do they still think that I’m a delusion?”

Jasper scowls. A yes, then.

“I wouldn’t like travelling in a vehicle anyway.” She can’t imagine how many things this family has that driving is a necessity. So far, she’s calculated that Jasper has at least twelve sets of clothing, which would be difficult to carry long-term. And that doesn’t even consider any of the books that Jasper has mentioned are in the house. It’s only been two months since Jasper presented her with the little oilskin bag to carry her ‘things’ (a dried flower, a wooden comb, a spare dress) so that she didn’t have to discard anything that wasn’t safe in her pocket. “I’ll run.”

Jasper shakes his head, and there’s a puff of frustration and worry that brushes against her for a split second.

“I could beat the Cullens there,” Mary-Alice reminds him, trying to be reassuring. She’s not very good at it.

“What if you run into trouble?” Jasper is frowning.

“I am trouble.” She doesn’t think that he gets it, honestly. That anyone who runs into her won’t walk away if they decide to pick a fight.

Jasper closes his eyes. “Will you meet them?” He finally asks.

Silence.

She looks into the future, to see what would happen so close to the Cullens move. And the vision flows so easily, it’s practically set in stone.

Carlisle and Esme horrified. Rosalie angry. Edward stoic. Emmett trying desperately to mediate. Montana is cancelled. They’re going to Vermont before settling in somewhere with snow; there are five other vampires there, solemn when the Cullens arrive. They’re trying to lose her, trying to hide Jasper from her, and he’s not recovered enough to be able to stand his ground. Instead, she’s left weaving her way through the country to try and find him again.

“They will spook if I approach them now.”

He sighs and looks down. “I worry about you,” he says simply, and Mary-Alice doesn’t have any idea how to reply to that.

[ahb-writes]

Fantasy Worldbuilding Questions (Historical Conflicts)

Historical Conflicts Worldbuilding Questions:

What is the biggest present conflict in this world, and what are its origins?

What are the major historical conflicts in the world and how did they shape present-day borders, beliefs, opinions and prejudices?

Who are the world’s peacemakers and what role do they play?

Who are the world’s worst agitators in stirring up conflict and why do they instigate it (e.g., territory disputes, resource competition, etc.)?

Where is the next conflict most likely to flare up and why?

Where is most peaceful, freest from conflict?

When past conflicts resolved to peaceful agreement, what prompted resolution?

When have war or other conflicts led to major cultural or social changes, and how?

Why do conflicts persist or change in this world?

Why do individuals or different groups in this world engage in conflict or remain pacifists?

❯ ❯ ❯ Read other writing masterposts in this series: Worldbuilding Questions for Deeper Settings

[lycankeyy]

Women are now canon to funkycule

[divvy-div-art]

🦅🇺🇸what the fuck is a kilometre🦅🇺🇸

[birchclancomic]

Part 7.5 (Froststar's POV)

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[eggwishing]

can you draw a slugcat from rainworld they look like the eeber's distant cousin.....

gummy little thing Ehehehe love the eeber comparison

[foodsies4me]

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

Bridges please foodsies 😬🫶

I had to go and think about what deleted scene I could use because I often reuse deleted scenes later in the story. However, this scene here got deleted for continuity reasons. It's a scene where Alec finds Askel having a fight with his father and his mother. The scene got switched out for the discussion between Alec and Askel after they watched Tangled.

The initial plan was to have them talk about parents and have Alec realize that some of the things his parents did and demand from him aren't okay, but it didn't work out that way so I deleted it and replaced it with the Tangled one.

It's not unheard of to meet people while walking through the twisting halls of the Spiral Labyrinth, but it is rare. Alec doesn't know if it's the same everywhere, or whether the downworlders are trying to avoid him, but the halls are usually deserted when he's around.

Even when they're not, the halls are quiet. Silent. The only sounds are the soft buzz of magic and the echo of footsteps that aren't his. Occasionally, the laugh of a child or the whispers of people talking.

Not the loud bellows of people screaming.

"-kin kiittämätön kakara!" (-ou ungrateful brat)

Alec frowns at the insult, worry tensing his shoulder. Even knowing he doesn't have his runes or his weapons, he slowly makes his way over to the yelling because that - that sounds like an adult screaming at someone younger than them.

"-näyttäytyä täällä-" (-show your face-)

Alec's only hearing bits of the conversation, small parts that break through the angry tirade echoing down the halls. Yet, they're enough for him to create an image.

And Alec doesn't like what he's seeing.

Without meaning to, Alec picks up the pace, running in the direction of the screaming, only to stumble to a halt when he registers the scene in front of him.

Askel is sitting on the ground, a bruise on his cheek, while a man who looks like an older version of him is screaming.

Alec sees the man take a threatening step forward, insults and reproaches still falling from his lips, and reacts before he realizes what he's doing.

One second, the man is getting closer to Askel.

The next, Alec has him in a shoulder lock with his knees on the floor..

"Askel, are you okay?" he asks, startling the werewolf out of his daze.

"Alec? What are -"

"I heard screaming," Alec says, he tightens his grip when Askel's dad regains his bearings and tries to fight him. "Wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Let go of me," Askel's dad growls in broken English, his eyes glow green, and hair starts to cover his arms. "I will-"

Alec pushes him away, using enough force to make him go stumbling into the woman and the three other people watching. Watching but not helping.

He doesn't move when the man makes a threatening step toward him. He simply narrows his eyes, changing his stance in preparation for an attack. "Try," he taunts.

The man isn't much bigger than Askel; he's nowhere near Dmitri's size. He also doesn't have the reflexes Astrid or the twins have, or he would have reacted before Alec had him on his knees.

"Joona-" the woman speaks up, placing a placating hand on his shoulder, "jätetään se tähän. Emme halua aiheuttaa kohtausta." (Joona, let's leave it here. We don't want to cause a scene.)

Alec doesn't bother to disguise his snort. He's pretty sure her husband caused a scene when he decided to punch his son in broad daylight. "Pretty sure it's too late for that," he snarks, ignoring the glowers it earns him from the other three werewolves.

"Alec, it's okay," Askel says. He's finally moving again, something strained and vulnerable in his expression, "Let's just get back to the pack. Sven'll have to wait a couple more days before he can read that book he wanted."

He grabs Alec's wrist and pulls him along, turning his and Alec's backs to the rest of the werewolves.

Alec buries the urge to pull back and keep them in his sight.

Askel's face is stone-hard. An icy mask that is nothing like the usually smiling werewolf that seems to appear everywhere and all the time. He's silent and tense, taut as a bow while he drags Alec down three wrong halls and through a fourth.

Alec can't help but be reminded of Jace.

He grows even tenser when a pair of footsteps comes running after them.

It's the woman from earlier.

"Ask-"

"What do you want, mom?" Askel asks in English. He turns around to give the woman a tired, betrayed look. "You shouldn't be here."

His mother flicks her eyes over to Alec, her gaze cautious and apprehensive, "You," she swallows, "Tiedät, että-" (You know that-)

"Oh, shut up!" Askel bursts out, still speaking in English. Alec doesn't know whether he's doing it for Alec's sake or for his own, an unconscious attempt to create distance between him and his mother. "You know dad means well, you know dad means well - You know dad beating the shit of me is why your pack got kicked out of the fields!"

"Ask-"

"Just leave and let it go. It's the only thing you've ever been good at."

Askel tugs on Alec's arm again, pulling him forward and leaving his mother behind. Alec thinks he can see unshed tears in her eyes, an outstretched arm frozen in the air as they walk away from her.

He can't bring himself to feel sorry for her.

"Sorry you had to see that," Askel apologizes after another few minutes of walking down the wrong hallways and getting even more lost. "I didn't expect to run into them."

"So those were-"

"My parents, yeah. My old pack, really," Askel huffs out a strained laugh, "Word of advice, never join the Lieto pack, their alpha is a dick."

For anyone else who also wants to play!

Or the part two

[drjorgesblog]

The World in March 2025: Justice, Complexity, and Pluralism Amid Global Strife

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