#especially white/green/red mushrooms

[thunderboltfire]

Also pro tip: search for older printed guidebooks, because some of the newer ones are written by AI too. It sucks, but You probably can get an accurate information on the best guides from experienced and/or active foragers. In doubt, a second opinion also can help with identification. Stay safe!

For those not in the know, this is one of the Amanita mushrooms referred to as a Destroying Angel. Never, ever, ever, ever forage with an app. Especially for mushrooms.

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: captivity, obsessive behavior, made up fantasy lore, mind fuck (?)

He never calls for you - he only ever sends his servants, poor, confused little creatures of the night once lost just like you. They gather at your door like an army of darkness, scratching and biting at the delicate wooden frame, howling piteously with full chest until you're faced with the choice of either opening the door, or suffocating yourself with the fluffy white pillow. You give in after what feels like an appropriate time - not too soon as to feed his ever - growing ego, yet not so late that the creatures' heads start to roll under your nose.

You slowly walk down the endless corridor, refusing to look at anything for longer than a second - even as it calls to you with the sweetest voice of desire. Everything is enchanted to the very last candle on the wall. The countless paintings depict wealth and opulence beyond your wildest dreams, an adundance of riches upon riches, of honeycomb amber and pure green emeralds. The silk carpet is as soft as a dandelion just before it bursts open, and the crystal chandelier embarks such a soft light the human eye can never properly adjust to the tender shades of yellow and blue. The castle is tempting you with every passing breath - begging you to stay here forever. Begging you to love it, and everyone inside - especially His Majesty, the Lord.

You try to calm your disheveled thoughts as you carefully open the heavy gates to the throne room. Your breath hitches deep into your throat as your eyes gaze upon the feast spread out before you, and suddenly you're starving like a wolf. By now you should know better than to let yourself be lured in by magic - but the pull is too magnetic and you quickly find yourself stepping closer to the piled up table. You take in the smell with unsatiated hunger - golden apples baked inside fine sugar crystals, tender deer fillet dripping with berry sauce and smokey mushrooms, the sort you can only find inside an enchanted forrest. Cream puffs and mountains of stripped ice soaked in jam and vanilla essence upon stacks of fruit and more goblets of red wine than you can count. And yet he remains ever the centerpiece of the vision.

"You're late, mona grece tide*." His voice slowly fills the room with its overbearing softness, always on the verge of dropping into silence. It's painful to look at him - as if everything about the mythical man was created a touch too symmetrical, to the point where the sharp features all blend together. His lips are too full, his eyes - if the golden slits beneath his brows may be called that, are way too bright under the sun, and they reflect a time you don't wish to remember. And his hair is so long and pale, so very white and smooth, you have to stop your hands from reaching into the wounded transparency of his wild locks, less you want to lose a finger or two.

"Tidea." Khaal snaps his finger more aggressively when you don't respond to his call the first time. You squint in an attempt to block the light coming from the tiny cracks in his face - the birth lines of his dragon. "Sit down. Don't make me come to you."

Tide. Tidea. Love, as you eventually learnt the meaning of the word in Lohemian. My little love, the words still rest on his tongue, because what are you if not a small, fragile human?

"I'd hate to inconvenience you so, my Lord." You eventually bite back, breaking out of the trance. Slipping in and out of consciousness and constantly guessing your surroundings is taking a toll on you, but you'll lose your sanity before you give into his madness. "Touching a filthy human like myself will surely sully your pretty golden flakes." You smile with venom, tearing into the nearest sun-pear. He watches the juice drip down your chin with angry narrowed eyes, and with another swift snap of his fingers he's standing before you, towering above.

"Insolent child, you are." He grips your face carelessly, inspecting it from all sides before finally materializing a clean cloth and wiping you clean. "You're foolish just like any other human." His brows twist together with anger, but his expression remains angelic to the untrained eye. "I can give you everything you've ever wanted. The sun at your feet, the moon on your shoulders. All the knowledge of the world." His fingers suddenly stop rubbing along your jawline and his gaze falls upon your cold, quivering lips. "All I ask in return is your loyalty." His sharp nail begins stroking your lower lip. It doesn't draw blood, but you wish it would. You can't stand the anticipation - the moment before the violence entails.

"Don't let your eyes wander. Gift me your warmth." The dragon king pulls you closer to his chest, and all fight leaves you. His form is perfectly defined with thousand metal - like flakes, one on top of the other like a flawless shield. It's probably a great weapon on the battlefield - but it lacks the naked vulnerability of human skin, and it's so cold it hurts to stand close, much less touch it directly. "Look at me!" He suddenly roars, and you fall back from the sheer power of his voice.

Everything hurts - as if the floor is suddenly melting, you feel like you will never stop falling down.

"I can't. It's too painful." You whisper weakly between hoarse broken sobs threatening to tear off your heart in two. "I wasn't made for this world, f-for your... world." You bite your lips, averting eyes to the ground. "Everything in you wants me dead. Your love will kill me." You whimper, squeezing your left hand to your chest. The dead weight of the broken bone is pulling you down, luring you deeper into sleep.

"I'd like to see you try, mon'tidea." He sinks down to your level, quick as a shadow. Stealing a kiss as light as a sparrow, he pushes you down. "Die as many times as you want. You'll always end up here in my arms." His lips are grazing your ear, warm breath hitting your neck. Another illusion, you realize - his body can't create warmth. It's simply reflecting your warmth back to you. "Because once you enter my realm, there's no coming back."

[dietmtdewbabynewyorkcity]

HOW I’VE BEEN SUCESSFULLY LOSING WEIGHT: Notes from a former binge eater ♥️

*this guide is to show how ~I~ do things and offer advice on how to do it MY way. I am in no way encouraging anyone to do themselves harm. First off,

HEALTH IS WEALTH.

That being said.. this is literally the longest I’ve ever gone without bingeing. It’s just,,, easy this time. Once you get a feel of what it’s like to be skinny you just don’t crave junk as much anymore bc you KNOW it’s not worth it. The trick is to eat clean 90% of the time and allow your favorite treats 10% do the time. Fit them into your calorie limit!!! Here’s some personal favorites that have helped me lose like 20lbs in the past 2 months.

I tend to do one higher- calorie drink during the day (protein shake, Starbucks, etc) and one healthy filling but low cal meal and a sweet snack at the end of the night.

LOW CALORIE 90%

Mediterranean salad (~150): mixed greens, chopped bell peppers, cherry tomatoes, red onion. Little bit of feta cheese. Balsamic vinegar (not dressing or vinegarette!!!!) I don’t add meat but you could totally add chicken for low cal high protein choice. You could also add olives but I don’t fw them.

Chocolate Protein shakes from the gas station (loll). They’re 220 cal on average and a great treat. Strawberry one is good too.

SEAWEED SNACKS they’re literally 30-60 calories for a pack and kill my urge to eat chips!!! Please give them a try!

Soups. Soups that are already portioned and have the calorie amount posted. I add extra seasonings and spice to boost metabolism.

Coffee!! With almond milk and a little coffee creamer. It’s worth the calories if you want a coffee just make one it’s better than going to Starbucks.

Sushi: I’m vegetarian so I get an avocado and cucumber roll. It’s so good with fresh ginger and a little soy sauce. Sometimes I will be craving it allllllll day and have it as my OMAD so rewarding 🥹

Miso soup>>>>>> add tofu and seaweed and onions!! And mushrooms if you like them.

Monster Ultra energy drinks,,,, yeah I know they’re bad for you but I love them.

Fruits!!! I especially love strawberries, watermelon, cherries, blackberries, pineapple and mangoes.

TREATS 10%

Trail mix: dried cherries, pecans, walnuts, pistachios, cashews. High in calories but perfect for killing hunger. High protein keeps you full and muscles strong, high healthy fats will keep your hair and skin and nails beautiful.

Chocolates: SMALL PORTIONS. if you can’t eat just eat a piece without bingeing, do NOT buy a big bag. what I do is I buy a bar of whatever chocolate I’m craving for my bf and we share it piece by piece. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white, hazelnut, with coffee beans, with toffee, fruits, chocolate is the best thing ever 🍫

Starbucks! My fav drinks are matcha lattes (hot/iced), iced white chocolate mocha, caramel macchiato, and occasionally a pumpkin spice latte. Peppermint mochas on the holidays. Oat milk always

Baked goods. Same deal as the chocolate, ONLY BUY THE PORTION YOURE GOING TO EAT. If you have been craving a croissant, go get one. One. Don’t buy a whole dozen of them. You will end up bingeing trust me. My favs are cinnamon rolls <3

Habits

I’m going to the gym!!! Consistently for the first time in my life. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. Spend 30 min on the treadmill alternating between incline walking and easy paced jogging. Put on a YouTube video. Wear pink and bring a cute water bottle. You have to make an experience out of it! I stick to cardio and full body stretches plus ocasional (light) strength workouts w my bf.

I don’t drink anymore. Just 🍃. Alc is so high in sugar and carbs and it’s literally poison bro. I know it’s hard to stop but once you do you’ll feel so much better.

I rarely weigh myself. I’m at my bfs house all the time so I only step on my scale maybe 3 times a month. It’s been a game changer!!!

MINDSET

I practice mindfulness and speak kindly to myself. Basically sweetspo + affirmations to myself all the time.

Taking more pride in your appearance will also help motivate you. You think you’ll still want to binge after you took a full body shower, clean PJ’s or outfit, painted your nails, skincare and makeup done, whitened your teeth and lit a candle? No thanks.

Limit stupid, negative, useless media consumption. Watch things that have to do with your hobbies/ interests and your social media algorithms begin to kinda clean themselves up over time. My pages are all about exercise, study blogs, beauty tips and sciencey stuff. No more drama or celebrity nonsense. Cut down your following!!

Remember you only have one life on earth. You’re young and hot once. Don’t you want to grab this chance while you have it? Unfortunately your beauty is your currency especially as a woman, so if there’s anything I can do to give myself a better life I will. Losing just a few pounds of fat will make the craziest difference in ways you’d never expect. Free and discounted stuff. More people smile at you and listen to what you have to say. Both literal and figurative doors will be opened for you.Clothes fit better bc they’re more flattering when your body is fit and healthy. While it feels good to get validation from other people, the best part of it is looking in the mirror and feeling proud instead of ashamed. The inner confidence that comes from successful transformation………….there’s no other feeling that compares. If you know, you know. I’m just saying,, the choice is yours 🤷🏼‍♀️

[apiswitchcraft]

altars for nordic gods

keep in mind that altars like these have very little historical backing, and this information is mostly for the use of the modern pagan. also pretty much every god can be honored with offerings of meat, mead, wine, and your own blood.

ODIN

Colors: grey/silver for justice; deep blue, black for magic; red for war

Offerings: nine sacred herbs (chamomile, nettle, fennel, crab apple, mugwort, plantain, watercress, chervil, betony), runes, food for ravens, poetry

Crystals: sodalite, lapis lazuli, amethyst, lepidolite, obsidian, labradorite

Animals: his ravens (Huginn and Muninn), his wolves (Geri and Freki)

THOR

Colors: yellow, white, grey for thunderstorms; red for war; blue for the sky

Offerings: rainwater, hawthorn, oak, garlic, onion, hearty meals

Crystals: fulgarite, blue quartz/calcite, yellow jasper, sodalite, obsidian, hematite

Animals: goats

LOKI

Colors: black, green for mischief; yellow/gold for wealth; red, orange when he is combined with Logi

Offerings: yellow rattle, birch, mistletoe, snake shed, cinnamon, dandelion, coins/money

Crystals: labradorite, jade, malachite, pyrite, citrine, bloodstone, gemstones, serpentine

Animals: birds, horses, snakes, foxes

TYR

Colors: dark blue, silver/grey for justice; red for war

Offerings: holly, mustard seed, bread, oak, ash, good deeds are especially emphasized with Tyr

Crystals: lapis lazuli, sapphire, red jasper, bloodstone, obsidian, hematite

Animals: wolf, dog, bear, eagle

BALDR

Colors: gold/yellow, white for opulence; sky blue, pink for beauty

Offerings: chamomile, daisies, white blossoms, honey, juniper berries, laurel leaves, sunflower

Crystals: sunstone, celestite, selenite, pearl, rose quartz, pyrite, milky quartz

Animals: foal

FRIGG

Colors: blue, silver/grey, white for the moon; yellow/gold for opulence

Offerings: cardamom, allspice, sweet wines, milk, handspun fiber, feathers, moss

Crystals: moonstone, selenite, celestite, pyrite, milky quartz, rose quartz, agates

Animals: falcons, hawks, geese

HELA

Colors: red, orange, black for the underworld; white, grey for the dead

Offerings: white flowers, apples, willow, dark chocolate, coffee beans, mushrooms, clove--leave food until rotten

Crystals: bloodstone, jet, onyx, obsidian, black tourmaline, volcanic stone, red jasper, hematite

Animals: owl, raven, dog, wolf

FREYJA

Colors: red, pink, white for love; green, brown for nature; gold/yellow for her cape; purple, dark blue for magic

Offerings: jasmine, rose, verbena, collecting cat whiskers, honeycomb, fruit, fresh flowers, chocolate

Crystals: amber, petrified wood, agates, garnet/ruby, pyrite, lapis lazuli, rose quartz, emerald, jade, tiger's eye, cat's eye, amethyst

Animals: cats, pigs, horses, falcons

FREYR

Colors: green, brown for nature; yellow/gold for sunshine

Offerings: grain, apples, bread, nuts/seeds, venison, anything phallic, antlers, birch, hawthorn, coins/money

Crystals: green aventurine, agates, petrified wood, jaspers, jade, citrine, zoisite, pyrite

Animals: deer/stag, boar, horse, bee

NJORD

Colors: white, blues for the sea

Offerings: fish, sea salt, shells, beads, tobacco, fishing gear

Crystals: aquamarine, larimar, gemstones, pearls, malachite, sodalite, azurite, iolite

Animals: seabirds, sea mammals

SKADI

Colors: white, light blue for winter; brown for the hunt

Offerings: raw meat, berries, nuts, clear liquors, pelts, antlers

Crystals: milky quartz, bloodstone, blue calcite, chalcedony, jaspers

Animals: arctic fox

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Plotting Serpent.

A Sorcerer in the Sands seeks something far bigger than himself. Freedom, sweet freedom.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Bundled up in several layers, Jamil makes his way down a twisting path and into an open market.

The ground crunches softly under his boots. His breath is chilled, turning into a fleeting fog as he exhales. He retreats to the comfort and safety that his bulky coat provides, watching bales of white lazily drift down around him.

Snow instead of sand—imagine that.

The market operates straight out of the town square. From a vantage point--his temporary housing upon a hill--he can see the entirety of it, all the stalls forming a circle. The market is, by no means, large—but it has the spirit of something grander. The banter, the bartering.

Not so different from the bazaars at home.

Jamil ducks in, taking his time to pace around to each vendor. He’s agile and bright, like a child first viewing the moon and rushing to catch it in his palms.

Most sellers—and most customers—are elderly, gnarled like the roots of a tree. The cold colors their rounded cheeks the same red as many of the apples on display.

There’s pink and yellow and green too, and other fresh produce. The majority of it, he is told, is grown in Harveston. Others are foraged from Mt. Moln—nuts, plants, berries, and mushrooms.

Other stalls offer already manufactured goods. Scarves and gloves to protect against the winter, steaming apple drinks and sweetly spiced snacks, toiletries lovingly handcrafted with botanical oils.

His eyes light up with interest. He stops to inspect a row of shampoo and conditioner bars.

Feel free to touch and smell! says a sign at the stall.

He does, testing the weight of a bar in his hand. It is light and has an easy slip to it, and gives off the faint aroma of apples. Slightly tart and juicy.

It'll be good to have on hand, especially when it weighs less than liquid variants. The sign says these bars are made with apple seed oil, an ingredient that treats split ends and dryness while restoring a shine...

He absentmindedly feels the ends of his hair. The locks are normally dark and glossy, but the cold has not treated them well, leaving them slightly dry and brittle.

That's the cost of travel. It can be difficult to predict how my skin and hair react to different climates.

“Excuse me,” Jamil calls out to the stall owner, “I’d like to buy one of these shampoo bars, please. One in the conditioner bars as well."

“Sure thing!!” The owner wraps up the bars and slides them over. As Jamil hands him a few bills, he pipes up. “Say, yer not from ‘round here, are ya, sonny?”

“Yes. I am but a traveler.”

“Traveler!” The owner’s eyebrows shoot up. “Real fancy livin’ ya must have."

“No, not at all. I try to live humbly and travel light.” Jamil indicates his backpack, the one piece of luggage that follows him wherever he goes.

"That so? Not many young folk visit these parts." The owner strokes his rounded chin in contemplation. "I figured ya must be on yer way to the city. A lot more for youngins to see 'n do there."

“I beg to differ. The village has shown me incredible hospitality during my stay. Delicious foods, friendliness... I can enjoy Harveston's natural sights without worry. I'm content with just that."

With each word that leaves his lips, he feels the weight that has been on his shoulders lifting.

Jamil, you're free, the wind seems to whisper. The realization is intoxicatingly sweet and crisp, the first bite taken from a forbidden fruit.

"Aww, that warms mah heart ta hear ya say," the owner beams. "Yer a good kid, yer parents would be proud of ya."

"My... parents?" Jamil falters at the mention of them.

His parents are back home. His sister, too. Najma had texted not long ago, pestering him about bringing her a souvenir and asking when he’d be back.

His family is waiting for him. And... who else is there?

Jamil's brows furrow. Suddenly, he feels as though someone should be beside him, and he, trailing after them. A hopeless person buying up all the stalls, shoveling new dish after new dish at him.

"Here, try this, Jamil! Oooh, and this! That looks super tasty, have some too! And this cracker!"

"Where did you get all this food from?! There's no way we'll be able to feasibly finish this before it goes bad. Why do you never listen to me, Ka..."

A growl rips from his stomach. Jamil's eyes widen, and his face heats.

The stall owner's laugh cuts through his confusion. "Gahahah! Ya hungry there, son? Here, lemme grab ya somethin' on the house."

"Oh no, sir, I can't accept that."

"I insist!! Won't be long 'fore ya mosey on outta here and move on ta the next place. Eat yer fill while yer here, there ain't nothin' like a homegrown Harveston meal or snack anywhere else in Twisted Wonderland!"

The owner rustles with utensils behind the stall, He fills a container with a generous slice of pie--oozing with apple filling--and fluffy pancakes, plus a few potstickers. Then he pours hot tea, apple cubes bobbing in the spiced brown liquid, into a paper cup.

Jamil gets a whiff of it from where he stands and--against his better judgment, his mouth waters. When the owner hands him the container, cup, and a wooden fork, he doesn't refuse them.

"Remember us ‘n all the fun times ya spent here."

"Thank you, sir." Jamil bows his head. "I will. I'll never forget your kindness."

"Don't 'cha mention it. Go on 'n git now, ya got plenty more of the village to visit!""

Jamil departs with his purchase and his gifts, which he immediately settles into.

Lifting the paper cup to his lips, he sips his tea. It's deep and tangy from the cinnamon and apples it has been brewed with. He pleasantly warms from head to toe.

It isn't long before he downs the rest of the drink, apple cubes and all. They're not fresh, but dried--so when his teeth slices them into halves, they're springy and chewy, with a strong flavor.

Jamil lowers the cup, dragging out a satisfied sigh.

It's then that he realizes he's walking directly into a black wall. He veers sharply to the right, but still brushes his arm against that of the incoming person.

“Pardon me. I wasn't watching where I was going...” Jamil looks back, but is startled to find no one where his shoulder has made contact.

Hm? Was I imagining things?

Jamil glances around the marketplace. The crowd is too sparse for him to miss anyone. There are grandmothers and grandfathers, mothers and fathers, each dressed in thick coats and boots, some wrapped in scarves and others sporting fuzzy hats or earmuffs.

But no one is wearing all black.

He shakes his head.

It was probably nothing then.

Jamil returns to browsing the square, his every stride as light as a feather. He feels as though he is dancing atop the snow.

The cold no longer bothers him.

The wind, carrying a new message that resonates with his heart. It seems stronger now, rumbling like a deadly avalanche.

"Be free, Viper. Be free."

[blockgamepirate]

idk if anyone has done this yet but I just wanted to share close-ups of each of the custom signs Richas, Pomme and Bad made, with individual alt-text descriptions (the descriptions are a bit subjective but I wanted to make them as vivid as I could because I feel like these designs deserve that)

I might include my own feedback in a reblog, to get extra subjective, but the main gist of it would be that these are super cute and much much easier to read.

Note that these are not the final designs! Richas, Pomme and Bad said they're still working on them and asking for feedback, especially in regards to the accessibility aspect.

The same descriptions under a cut, just in case the alt-text doesn't work for some reason:

1:

Pomme's custom canvas sign on a wall. This will be the most detailed description since it's the first: The sign has a wooden frame that surrounds a red canvas. The canvas has a very subtle patchwork like texture and is slightly darker on the edges than in the middle. The text is a slightly transparent white (effectively beige) and reads Pomme in all caps.

The custom texture pack version is a much darker shade of red, which makes the contrast between the text and the background much bigger and thus the text much more readable. The frame is also decorated with a little French flag in the bottom left corner and tree branches with green leaves and apples on the right. The leaves and apples overlap the canvas portion slightly. The overall vibe is very classy and makes you think of a roadsign advertising a French vineyard. Or I guess more like an orchard in this case.

2:

Sunny's custom sign: The colour is a much softer and lighter orange than before, almost more like a warm yellow. The text is black like in all the lighter coloured signs. The frame is decorated with sparkly blue diamonds, a small diamond shaped one in the lower left corner with sparkles almost as big as itself, and one big one in the lower right corner which is in the princess cut shape. The general vibe is like a pre-teen girl's notebook decorated with glittery stickers.

3:

Chayanne's custom sign: The colour is a very soft and pale lemon yellow. The frame is covered in subtle vines on the top and the bottom. In the lower left corner there's a small orange pumpkin among the vines, and in the lower right corner there's a little yellow rubber duckie, also partially covered in vines, which does blend into the background a little bit where it overlaps the yellow canvas. The vibe is very cottagecore but also very childlike, this could be a sign for some kind of family vacation location with cabins and gardens.

4:

Tallulah's custom sign: The colour is medium pink, somewhere between her original pink signs (now used by Pepito) and her current magenta signs. Clearly lighter than the latter, but darker than the former. The frame is decorated with poppies in the lower right corner, and some kind of blue flower, maybe a blue lily, on the lower left corner. One of the blue flowers also sort of peeks into the frame on the right between the poppies, right in the corner. The flowers are of course framed by their leaves, which reach out towards the middle around them. This definitely has the vibe of a sign for a flower garden, probably one maintained by a little old lady who loves pink.

5:

Richarlyson's custom sign: The colour is a deeper indigo blue than his original signs, like deep blue denim. The text colour is the same light beige as Pomme's signs and as all the darker coloured signs. The frame is decorated with a tiny Brazilian flag in the lower right corner, and red-cap mushrooms in the lower left corner. The mushrooms seem to be releasing little white spores into the air, some of which can be seen in the top right corner as well. I can't quite pin down the vibe. There's something a bit fairy tale like, like a storybook maybe. You half expect a little troll creature to show up. But also… random Brazilian flag I guess lol

6:

Empanada's custom sign: The colour seems to be the same soft beige as before, I can't tell if it has changed at all. The frame is covered in golden syrup in the top left corner, which spreads out all over that side of the sign, dripping down in big goopy clumps. It looks delicious and I don't even care that much for syrup. The lower right corner across from it is decorated with white flowers, maybe white cherry blossoms? The flowers are stemless and leafless, just the flower floating over the frame and the canvas. One big one and one small one. There seem to also be small petals floating in the other two corners of the sign, over the canvas. One petal is even floating on the syrup where it drips down on the left. This would definitely be a sign for a small independent bakery.

7:

Ramón's custom sign: The colour is the same white as always, I don't think it has changed at all. The frame is very simply decorated with copper-coloured gears in the lower left and lower right corners, with one particularly big gear on the right side. It doesn't bring any particular vibes to mind but it is cute. The gears look very shiny and it fits Ramón very well. I guess the thing that it most reminds me of is actually Ramón's elevator shaft with its white walls and coppery create machinery.

8:

Dapper's custom sign: The colour is a darker grey than usual, I would honestly call it black rather than grey. The lower edge of the frame is decorated with what looks like darkened blotches of blood, with white ghostly spirits rising out of them towards the left and right edges of the sign, framing the canvas and partially overlapping it. The ghosts are similar to the souls that rise from soulsand in Minecraft but whiter, with only a hint of blue. The vibe is very Halloweeny of course.

9:

Leonarda's custom sign: The colour is a much deeper purple than before, you could even say a more royal purple. In the lower right corner there's a beautiful sparkly cluster of amethysts which are a lighter pinkish lilac colour and which look absolutely gorgeous, just masterful pixel art crystals. There is an amazing sense of depth and transparency in such a minimal resolution. There are also some pinkish sparkles in the lower left corner to balance out the composition a little bit. I don't know how to describe the vibes but it's beautiful. It's like a much classier version of Sunny's sign (not an insult to Sunny's sign, just a neutral description. It's like the cliché of the nouveau riche versus old money. Sunny's gems make you think of glitter stickers, Leo's look like she just happened to place the sign next to an actual cluster of amethysts with perfect artistic composition. Or maybe like she hired a professional painter to decorate each sign.)

(Okay sorry for the rambling, I just can't get over how pretty these amethysts are. Sunny's diamonds are also very pretty but they do look more like stickers to me)

10:

Pepito's custom sign: I think the colour is a softer and lighter pink than the original, it looks like freshly washed baby clothes. The sign is decorated with a tub of popcorn in the lower right corner, with the classic red-and-white design, which sits partly on the frame but mostly overlaps the canvas. Some popcorn seems to have fallen out and is scattered across the lower edge of the sign. There's also a stripe of alternating red and white on the right (over the edge of the canvas rather than on top of the frame itself) which vaguely makes me think of film reel, probably because of the popcorn. I should note that the white and red on both the tub and the "film" are a bit desaturated and dark, technically the white is more like light grey, which gives an effect of shadow and contrast compared to the very light pink canvas which looks very cool. There's also some subtle white flakes across the sides of the canvas; I'm not sure what they're meant to represent. They're very similar to Empanada's petals. The overall effect of the sign is very retro to me. It makes me think of the sixties.

11:

Gegg's custom sign: The colour is a softer version of the lime green of the original sign, and slightly lighter. The canvas is decorated with a little Gegg pixel art sitting in the lower right corner. Otherwise the sign is undecorated, but there's a subtle effect on the canvas itself that makes it look a bit goopier, like there's a thin film of slime over it. And there's a tiny reflection of light in the upper left corner which adds to the wet look. It's very subtle though, it could very easily be missed if you didn't look at the sign closely. The overall vibe is: Gegg

[thirteenthdoor]

What's For Dinner Inside The Doors?

Take advantage of the free lunch program at Ying Cai High School!

The Sako/Left-Footed door feeds the players in a period-appropriate school cafeteria, complete with motivational slogans on the walls. Unlike in a lot of the other doors, which have more synchronous dining situations, the other players never show up for meals here. It's only ever our Black Rock/White Deer quartet!

The first meal starts out with a glimpse of the cafeteria, where we get to see the food that goes on the rectangular trays that most of the students are eating off of. It's hard to say exactly what's in those big serving bowls, but based on some later shots of the trays themselves, it seems like cabbage, mushrooms, leafy greens, and then a big wooden tub of rice.

That's not what our foursome is eating, though. They have somehow acquired bowls of noodles in what looks like a spicy sauce, judging by the red-orange color of the broth. In some shots, Ruan Nanzhu's bowl looks slightly paler than the others', which I choose to believe is a nod to his lack of spice tolerance.

Ling Jiushi is a model of grace and beauty.

At one point, Li Dongyuan gets bullied into getting some extra toppings. He comes back from the main cafeterial window with a bowl of meat slices and a bowl of greens.

Ruan Nanzhu immediately uses them to be a total brat.

The second meal is much the same as the first, where the foursome is eating from bowls while all the surrounding students eat from trays. At least, until both party brats decide that the best way to impress boys is through competition eating.

How many chicken wings can you eat, bitch?

They really do look tasty, though.

Side note: It is very sweet that Ruan Nanzhu does this. The conversation that precipitates this has to do with Li Dongyuan's encouraging Zhuang Rujiao to eat, since she didn't have much for breakfast. Zhuang Rujiao refuses, saying she doesn't have much of an appetite. That's when Ruan Nanzhu starts whining at Li Dongyuan about getting him some drumsticks, starting the competition between the two -- and getting Zhuang Rujiao to eat something.

The Spirealm has a pretty limited POV, which means precious few things happen outside Ling Jiushi's presence. This is especially true inside the doors, and especially especially true about Ruan Nanzhu inside the doors. (It does contribute to the impression that Ruan Nanzhu kinda doesn't exist unless Ling Jiushi is there to see him, which I love.) So I like to imagine that Ruan Nanzhu and Zhuang Rujiao had some good offscreen moments together, just the two of them, commiserating about what oblivious pigs their men are.

The third and final meal isn't even a full meal -- it's just Zhuang Rujiao and Ling Jiushi eating together, waiting on their ... oh, you know, I was going to say "their tops," but we all know there is no world in which Li Dongyuan would be a top. That's why Zhuang Rujiao is having such a tough time of it! She's trying to get his attention by being cute and demure, when what she needs to do is just whip out the strap, grab him by one of his fancy little necklaces, and tell him Mommy's running the organization now. He'd be on his knees before his conscious mind had even parsed that sentence.

Anyway, the two of them seem to have been waiting for a while, though, because they're nearly finished with the standard cafeteria fare. Ruan Nanzhu and Li Dongyuan rudely don't even take a bite from the fully loaded rectangle trays their darlings have acquired for them, the ungrateful bastards.

Bonus:

Damn the censors, we will make our own dick-measuring jokes.

Choosing to approach things from as trans-positive a reading as possible, I like to think that Li Dongyuan's disappointment about Ruan Baijie/Zhu Meng has nothing to do with finding out that she's got a dick under her skirt, and everything to do with finding out that she's got this particular dick under her skirt. Normal people would be incredibly disappointed to have a crush on a girl, only to find out that she's Ruan Fucking Nanzhu. Bless Ling Jiushi, he's built different.

[crystalrabbit246912]

Twisted Wonderland Hero & Villain AU

In a world filled with so-called heroes, villains, and vigilantes, Yuu finds themselves questioning who truly falls on each side of the line.

I imagine the first-years as the vigilantes in this scenario. Ace and Deuce are partners, while Jack, Epel, Ortho, and Sebek work solo, though they often team up for bigger missions.

Ace started for the praise because he didn't want to be a hero, but the gratitude and genuine thankfulness of the people he saves keeps him coming back, though he won't admit it.

Deuce started to make up for being a delinquent and bully in the past, as well as giving him a reason to fight honestly for once, and he keeps doing it because he loves how it feels.

Jack, Epel, and Sebek started because they kept jumping into fights as civilians and eventually decided to do that more, just with masks on to protect their identities.

Ortho kind of works as a guy in the chair for the others, though he sometimes goes out on his own. Idia leaves him to his own devices unless he needs help for something big.

The rest of the gang is a villain group, called the Night Ravens, who are split into seven different factions. Each faction has a different specialty.

The Heartslabyul faction does the legal work whenever one of their members get caught, so members rarely get convicted. They also run some of the food supply and social media for the group as a whole.

The Savanaclaw faction works as brute force most of the time, though the first and second in commands are brilliant at strategy and thievery respectively.

The Octavinelle faction runs most of the business side of their legal operations, with some help from the Heartslabyul and Ignihyde heads, as well as some brute force.

The Scarabia faction works mainly as strategists and interrogators, so they don't get seen, go out, or get captured much. The head is great for morale, while the second is brilliant at acting and micromanaging.

The Pomefiore faction brings in most of the money for their operations, since many of their members work in the acting, modeling, and brewing industries. They also do most assassinations, since they work a lot with poisons.

The Ignihyde faction runs comms, surveillance, and technology for operations. They work behind the scenes most of the time, and very few members have gotten caught.

The Diasomnia faction is a wild card and mixed bag, so you have no idea what their talents are. Some are very talented with magic, others with hand to hand combat, and so on.

And then you have Yuu, the exhausted med student who just stopped to pick up a cat off the streets one day and helped a villain one time, and now they just keep showing up at their door.

Names:

Vigilantes:

Ace- Trickery (The others call him Red for symmetry)

Deuce- Blue

Jack- Wolf (Orange for symmetry)

Epel- Poison Apple/Apple for short (Purple for symmetry)

Ortho: Wisp (Blue for symmetry)

Sebek- Fae (Green for symmetry)

(As you can see, none of the first-years nor me are creative people)

Villains:

Riddle- Queen

Trey: King/Mad Hatter

Cater: White Rabbit/Camera

Leona: Lion (He was feeling lazy)

Ruggie: Thievery/Hyena

Azul: Mostro/Octopus (He wants to go by Mostro, Leona calls him Octopus and it kind of stuck)

Jade/Floyd: Eels (together, since they run most missions together)

Jade: Omphalotus illudens (mushroom name. Everyone just calls him by his name, especially since if someone overheard, Jade is a female name)

Floyd: He changes it every other week so they just use his name as well

Kalim: Sultan/Sunlight/Apollo

Jamil: Viper (It's literally his last name, but no one wanted to go against him and they didn't think that anyone would connect it to Jamil Viper)

Vil: Fairest

Rook: Hunter of Beauty (They just call him Hunter for short)

Idia: Spirit (He and Ortho kind of match, which was what both they and I were going for)

Malleus: Dragon/Draconia/Horns

Lilia: Bat/Mischief

Silver: Knight

And obviously, RSA is the hero group in this scenario.

Chenya: Cheshire

Neige: Snow/White

And after Yuu gets dragged into this whole mess:

Yuu: Ghost/Athena (They were lazy and wanted to name themselves Ghost, but Vil said no and named them Athena and one of the two stuck)

Extra:

Malleus is the one that Yuu finds injured in an empty alleyway. Don't ask me how someone managed to injure him, maybe iron or silver works on the fae. Yuu calls him Tsunotaro/Hornton and drags him to their apartment, where Grim the cat hisses at him.

Extra pt. 2:

Leona is the one to pick Malleus up because he was the only one that was free and Yuu's mental grasp on the villain's competency is rapidly dropping to bedrock.

[mosstalon4]

grian wing headcanons? dont mind if i do!

long post under cut

grian, when the watchers first "gave" him (forced upon him) his wings, they gave him wings of clay. they did this on pirpose, but told grian otherwise. they said it was his fault, that his greed was still within him, and that as long as his wings reflected this, he would never be a true watcher.

when grian left the watchers, and joined hermitcraft season 6, his wings changed, as he was no longer in his watcher "form". despite this, his core being (and code) had still changed, and his (formerly) human form now had wings (as well as some other "watcher" traits.

at the beginning of s6, grian's wings were mostly white, but to them still clung the odd, cold, uncomfortable, and not-quite-real purple of the watchers' influence. (many mistook the color of the purple-gray of a standard enchanted elytra, an assumption that grian leaned into.)

as s6 progressed, the purple slowly began to fade, his wings warming into a full, rich, and healthy white. (at one point, they almost looked like sun-kissed sand.)

during the a77 vs hippies arc, grian's wings darkened somewhat into a mossy stone gray, with flowers and mushrooms growing in them.

in s7, grian's wings became almost like the stereotypical parrot wings he is frequently drawn with, but with red, yellow, and green feathers, and no blue.

during the mycelium resistance arc, those colors faded, overtaken by odd, gray-purple fungus. when the resistance was over, his "parrot" colors returned.

he kept the false parrot coloration in 3rd life, although his wings were too small to actually use, especially without elytra. as he lost his lives, his wings lost color, going from red-yellow-green, to red-yellow, to pure red. when he died, although his body wasn't there for long before the world began to reset, sending him and all the other contestants home, his wings faded into a dull, lifeless gray. not the gray of stone, not even really the gray of death, but rather the gray of unlife.

s8, grian's wings returned, at first, to their not-parrot coloration. as boatem progressed, his wings darkened to match the dragon egg, the void, and the star-speckled skies, that of the server and of midnight alley.

as the moon grew closer, grian's wings brightened menacingly, a pale glow overtaking the speckling of stars and the dark purple-blue of of the space between. when grian jumped into the boatem hole with his friends, his wings had been entirely eclipsed with the moon's light.

s9. the light of the moon softened and warmed, back to a almost neutral, sun-kissed sand white. until he discovered/built the Entity, and they darkened into an odd stone-flesh gray, once again growing moss, among other things. like this, at least while on the hermitcraft server, his wings have remained.

during his time on empires, grian's wings returned to their not-parrot coloring, but seemed to shimmer with golden sunlight.

grian's wings in his "watcher" form, should he ever return to it, have remained clay all this time.

[acozysoulwrites]

More Luigi Headcanons <3

I kin him, (even though i’m the oldest) so i thought it would be fun to write some more personal headcanons for this lovely boy :)

Warnings: None!

༘⋆ Luigi has anxiety. He was diagnosed with it in his teen years. The type is Generalized anxiety disorder which consists of anxiety over basically everything.

༘⋆ He is demiromantic and asexual (or demisexual), but he loves physical affection like holding hands, kisses, cuddling etc.

༘⋆ He likes to color in coloring books. Specifically children coloring books, not those elaborate adult ones. They make his eyes hurt and he gets overwhelmed with the small details.

༘⋆ He hates loud noises and especially the hand dryers in public restrooms. He will lean as far away from them as he can.

༘⋆ Luigi will hug blankets or pillows while watching the tv, it’s comforting to him.

༘⋆ He loves wearing pink and Mario tells him that the color really brings out his features (they’re so sweet i stg)

༘⋆ As he says in the movie, he has bad knees. So when the bros are on a job and something requires them to get on the floor, Mario will insist on doing it.

༘⋆ “Can’t have those knees of yours getting any worse” Mario says. He will make sure Lou ices them when they get off.

༘⋆ When he isn’t wearing his overalls and green shirt, he wears a hoodie and sports shorts. He likes to be cozy.

- He has a mushroom pillow, it is red and has white dots and he sleeps on it every night. (Mario hates this pillow)

- When he is overwhelmed or anxious, he will take walks and occasionally (if the weather is nice) he will lay in an open field and close his eyes for a while.

- When he feels anxious around others he will smile and pretend that everything is okay, but cries when he’s finally alone. It’s tough to socialize.

- His tummy is always in knots, or usually anyway. He feels his best when Mario is around.

- This boy 100% suffers with anxious attachment issues and overthinks every interaction he has with every single person (and other worldly beings).

- Mario has learned the signs that Luigi’s anxiety is acting up and will step aside with him to do breathing exercises until Luigi is comfortable again.

- “In and out Lou, it’s okay” He says, his hand rubbing up and down Luigi’s arm. (This almost always works)

- Mario will order food for Luigi if he’s having an off day.

- He is a nail biter. Has been all his life and he tries to stop only to fail each time. (One day he swears)

- He has always been shy and awkward.

- He tries to see the good in everyone (even Bowser)

- Although he has a huge appetite, sometimes Luigi finds it hard to eat due to anxiety at any given moment.

- HE LOVES FLOWERS AND PICKS THEM FOR PEACH AND MARIO ALL THE TIME!!!

- He once cried over a bumble that he found dying.

- Over all, he is an anxious adorable awkward mess and even though he thinks he’s a bit of a loser, anyone would be out of their mind to not be crazy for the guy.

(fjsjdjnfjshfh I JUST ADORE HIM *sobbing*)

[srim01997]

The Red Princess & The Green Knight | Gwayne H. X OFC

Paring: Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Slight Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Eventual Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC)

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: Character Death mentioned, Ulf

Writer’s note: Alyssan reentered the battle despite having survived a near-death experience, but she also received some distressing news.

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Chapter 13 Fire and Blood

If the Hightowers’ words were, “We Light the Way,” then the Targaryens were truly Fire and Blood.

The Riverlands burned. Flames danced across the fields and consumed the charred remains of those unfortunate enough to stand in their path. The sky echoed with the wails of the dying and the roar of a great emerald-black dragon—Ashara, ridden by Princess Alyssan. The soldiers kept their distance, their hands firmly on their weapons but their tongues silent. They knew better than to intervene in the wrath of a Targaryen, especially one aflame with a vengeance.

Her recent actions had earned Alyssan numerous epithets whispered among the common folk and lords alike: The Mad Dragon, Alyssan the Ruthless, and The Bloodthirsty Princess. The Mushroom mocking in their so-called wisdom, claimed she had lost her wits after the death of her second son, Prince Vagon. They said grief had hollowed her soul, leaving a cold, calculating monster willing to kill without a hint of remorse.

The cause of Otto Hightower’s death, meanwhile, had spread through letters and whispers. Prince Daeron himself had written to explain. Otto, once the King’s Hand, had been ambushed on the road to Highgarden, and captured by House Caswell’s men. Lady Caswell, it was rumored, had orchestrated the attack out of vengeance for her husband’s hanging—punishment for his loyalty to Rhaenyra and his defiance of the Green Council’s claim to the Iron Throne.

The elder Hightower’s fate was grim. Stripped of his titles and dignity, he was handed to Lady Caswell, who took her revenge swiftly. Stories of Otto’s severed head, mounted as a trophy, spread quickly. In retaliation, Daeron led his Hightower forces to Bitterbridge, setting the town and much of House Caswell’s castle ablaze. To spare her children, Lady Caswell took her own life, hanging herself in the castle’s gates as Daeron’s banners approached.

With her death, Lord Ormund Hightower took her surviving children as hostages, ensuring House Caswell would remain obedient. Meanwhile, Prince Aemond, the one-eyed scourge of the skies, arrived at Harrenhal soon after. The castle was an easy prize, its Strong defenders offering little resistance—an affront to the prince.

Simon Strong, too old and feeble to stand against Aemond, met his end in single combat with the prince, his sword clattering uselessly to the ground before the final blow. The rest of House Strong, from its women and elders to its youngest heirs, were slaughtered. All save one: Alys Rivers, whose life Aemond spared, claiming her as his bedmate. Rumors of the witch’s strange allure spread quickly through the camp.

The imposing halls of Harrenhal now teemed with Green soldiers, awaiting further orders from their commanders. Alyssan sat with Gwayne, who rarely left her side. The knight trusted neither the lowborn soldiers nor the Green turncoats, especially Ulf the White. A bastard dragon rider prone to boasting, Ulf's arrogance grated on the others.

Draped across Alyssan’s shoulders was a deep emerald cloak—a gift from Gwayne and a subtle reminder to all of her allegiance as his wife. The camp remained tense but relatively quiet until Ulf, his arrogance unchecked, approached the command circle where Alyssan sat.

“You’ve got red hair, Princess,” Ulf sneered, his voice heavy with mockery. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you were like me and the prince over there—a bastard.”

The insult barely left his lips before Gwayne launched himself forward, his fist connecting with Ulf’s jaw. The two men grappled, trading vicious blows until soldiers swarmed in to separate them, dragging them apart before bloodshed turned to murder.

Alyssan rose, stepping between them. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she fixed Ulf with a cold, piercing gaze.

“Do you know the difference between us, Ulf?” Her voice was sharp, each word dripping with disdain. Her lilac eyes burned with fury. “I am a trueborn Targaryen princess, born alongside King Aegon the Second, sharing our mother’s womb. Though my hair is red, my blood is fire and my heritage is unquestionable. You, however…” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “You are a bastard—a pretender who dares to act as though he is equal to royalty. I suggest you hold your tongue before you lose it to the jaws of my dragon.”

Ser Criston Cole intervened, his voice urging peace as he separated Ulf from Gwayne. The scuffle ended, but Alyssan turned to her husband, her touch soft as she rested her hand on his bruised wrist.

“Gwayne,” she said gently, her thumb brushing over the reddened knuckles of his hand. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little,” he replied gruffly, his pride still simmering beneath the surface. “You shouldn’t have stopped me.”

Alyssan leaned down, placing tender kisses on his battered hand. Her lips brushed over each mark with a softness that made Gwayne’s heartache.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” she murmured, her eyes meeting his.

With a sly grin, he pointed to his cheek. She obliged, pressing a kiss there. Then, with a teasing smirk, he tapped his lips. Alyssan rolled her eyes but leaned in, her lips meeting his in a kiss that deepened, the tension of the evening melting away between them.

As their embrace grew more fervent, Alyssan whispered, “I’m cold.”

Gwayne smiled against her lips, his arms slipping around her as he lifted her effortlessly. “I’ll warm you up, my princess,” he murmured, carrying her toward the bed as the chill of Harrenhal faded into the heat of their passion.

The young Hightower knight jolted awake, gripping his sword instinctively as a faint noise beyond the door stirred his senses. His heart pounded as he scanned the darkened room, his gaze softening briefly when it landed on his wife. She lay beside him, her delicate face peaceful in sleep, exhaustion evident after their earlier... activities.

Gwayne exhaled, his calloused hand brushing gently across her soft cheek. The touch stirred her, and her lilac eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep.

"I'm hungry," she murmured, her voice laced with lingering drowsiness.

"I’ll find something in the kitchens for you," he said, rising and pulling on a green cloak. Before stepping out, he ordered the guards stationed outside their chamber to remain vigilant, ensuring her safety while he was away.

As Gwayne traversed the damp halls of Harrenhal, the ruined castle’s eerie atmosphere pressed heavily on him. The sound of rain dripped through cracks in the scorched stone, remnants of its destruction by the legendary Balerion. Though soldiers patrolled the grounds, Gwayne couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of unseen eyes watching him.

“Can’t sleep, Ser?” a lilting voice broke the silence, making him tense. He turned to find Alys Rivers, her head tilted in a gesture of mock curiosity, her dark eyes glittering with something unreadable.

“My wife is hungry,” Gwayne replied curtly. “And I presume my nephew has fallen asleep, you wouldn’t be wandering the halls like this.”

Alys smirked. “Come, I’ll heat some milk for her. Pregnant women often have larger appetites, after all.”

Her words made him pause. "How do you know she's with child?"

“The whispers told me, Ser Gwayne,” she said, her tone almost conspiratorial. “She may not realize it yet, but the babe is there—your blood, not your nephew's.”

Though wary, Gwayne followed her to the kitchens, watching as she stirred milk over a low flame. Her movements were practiced, almost maternal, as she poured the warmed liquid into a wooden cup and held it out to him.

“Rest assured, there’s no poison in it,” Alys said with a knowing smile. “I am a mother, not a monster. But...” she trailed off, her smile turning melancholic. “It’s a shame you won’t live to see them grow.”

Before he could respond, Alys vanished into the shadows, leaving him standing alone in the dim kitchen. Shaking his head to dispel the unease, Gwayne cautiously sipped the milk. Satisfied it was safe, he carried the cup back to their chambers.

“You were gone a long time,” Alyssan said, her red hair cascading over her shoulders as she waited for him at the edge of the bed. “What kept you?”

“Nothing,” he replied, handing her the cup. “Drink this—it’ll help you rest.”

She accepted it with a small smile, sipping the warm liquid before setting it on the nearby table. Her gaze turned somber as she spoke, voice trembling.

“I dreamt of Vaegon... I saw him lying in his cradle, looking up at me. My poor boy... he didn’t deserve to die.”

Gwayne enveloped her in a firm embrace, his voice steady and comforting. “It wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could to protect him that night. Please, forgive yourself.”

Tears streaked her pale cheeks as she leaned into his strength. He gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to bed. Settling beside her, he rested a hand tenderly on her stomach, a protective gesture that softened his usually stern demeanor.

“I’ll have the maesters examine you when we return to King’s Landing,” he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her abdomen. “Until then, rest, Alyssan. Whatever the future holds, we’ll face it together.”

Nestled in his arms, her breathing evened as sleep claimed her again. Gwayne lay awake, his mind churning over Alys’s cryptic words and the fragile hope that perhaps a new life was beginning amidst the ashes of so much loss.

The following morning, raised voices echoed from the courtyard, stirring Alyssan and Gwayne from their slumber. The sharp exchange seemed to involve Prince Aemond and Ser Criston. Gwayne quickly donned his tunic and descended to investigate, leaving Alyssan behind to dress.

In the courtyard, he saw Criston storming off, clearly agitated. Aemond stood composed, his hands clasped behind his back, his single violet eye fixed on Gwayne with a calm intensity.

“Uncle,” Aemond greeted, his voice cool. “Or perhaps I should call you brother-in-law now.”

Gwayne raised an eyebrow, silently urging the prince to continue.

“I need you and Princess Alyssan to return to King’s Landing at once. The Red Keep requires capable protection while Ser Criston and I handle the situation in the Riverlands—separately.”

Gwayne gave a brisk nod and turned back toward his chambers, finding Alyssan fastening the clasps of her traveling attire. He moved to assist her, his lips brushing against her shoulder in a fleeting kiss.

“The one-eyed prince has commanded we return to King’s Landing,” He murmured.

“Why so suddenly?” She asked, glancing at him with curiosity.

“He wants the Red Keep guarded while he and Cole address the unrest in the Riverlands. It seems they’re splitting up.”

Alyssan frowned. “And what of that woman? He hasn’t grown attached to her, has he?”

Gwayne chuckled softly. “He’s a prince. If he enjoys her company, it’s fleeting. Besides, he’s already bound by his agreement to marry a Baratheon.”

Accepting his explanation, Alyssan secured her sword before mounting her dragon with Gwayne's assistance. The journey from Harrenhal to King’s Landing was uneventful, though the air of the capital remained tense. Whispers about King Aegon’s injuries—and the rumors that his manhood was so badly burned it was now useless—had rendered the court oddly subdued. Even the typically brazen behavior of the maids seemed curbed in his presence.

Inside the Red Keep, Alyssan awaited Gwayne in their chambers, her mind preoccupied. When the door opened, Maester Orwyle followed Gwayne inside, carrying his usual instruments.

“Gwayne, I am perfectly fine—” Alyssan began, but the maester interrupted with a polite bow.

“If I may, Princess, I would like to perform a thorough examination.”

With her reluctant agreement, Orwyle went to work. After some time, he looked between the two and finally spoke, his tone bright. “Princess Alyssan is with child, Ser Gwayne.”

Her lilac eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. “I-I’m pregnant?”

Gwayne dropped to his knees, his hands cradling her abdomen as if he could already feel the life stirring within. His face lit with unrestrained joy. “I’m going to be a father again! And Arron will have a sibling!”

Alyssan, still processing the news, gently stroked his hair. “I hope this time they’ll have your eyes, Gwayne.”

They shared a kiss, entirely forgetting the maester's presence. Flustered, Orwyle quickly excused himself, not wanting to intrude further. Alone once more, Alyssan leaned her forehead against Gwayne’s as the sound of small footsteps reached them.

Arron, their red-haired son, ran into the room with his nursemaid, Anna, trailing behind. The boy hugged Alyssan tightly, his little arms wrapping around her neck as she buried her face against his soft curls.

“You’re going to have a sibling, Arron,” Alyssan said gently. “I know it’s confusing, but it doesn’t mean we love you or Vhaegon any less. You will always have a special place in my heart.”

The boy frowned in the way only young children could, clearly unsure what to make of the news. His uncertainty was interrupted by the arrival of Queen Alicent. She entered the room, her expression carefully composed.

“Where is Aemond?” She asked, her gaze shifting between them.

“He’s handling matters in the Riverlands,” Alyssan replied, choosing not to mention Aemond’s rumored attachment to the Harrenhal woman. It was ironic, she thought, that the prince who despised bastards might take one as a mistress.

Alicent turned to Gwayne with a questioning look. He stepped forward, his smile warm. “I bring good news, sister. Alyssan is with child.”

The queen’s eyes widened in surprise. She murmured a polite congratulations and quickly excused herself, leaving the room before either could react.

Alyssan looked to Gwayne, perplexed. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Alyssan. She’s simply caught off guard.”

“She shouldn’t be too shocked,” Alyssan replied dryly. “Her brother married her daughter, and now they’re having another child.”

Gwayne chuckled, pulling her into a comforting embrace. “Let’s rest for now. Who knows what tomorrow holds?”

“We’ll need all the strength we can muster,” She agreed, her voice softening as she nestled against him.

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In the ****years after Aegon the Conqueror, two dragons soared above King’s Landing—Syrax and Caraxes. Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen had returned, ready to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

TBC.

[katyahina]

Elden Ring sliders colors compiled (for quick reference)

I decided to put together the exact RGBs in a reference as someone consistently betrayed by my screen settings and no longer trusting myself to pick colors by an eye, which was only possible thanks to Zullie the Witch datamining the NPCs faces: ( x ) ( x )! I'd still have to adjust them, of course, but I personally find it helpful to at least have a base. Unfortunately Magnus is just not here as he was patched in later, and I could not find the ghosts with sliders and dialogues.. But ehhhhhh. Maybe someday they will be revealed too.

Anyways, here are some more specific and apparent remarks under cut on the sliders:

- Gideon is a Nox or related to them:

- Ensha and Nameless White Mask (a guy I presume was invading in bloody lake) strangely have pitch black eyes (both iris and whites), and they even have decent clouding, also pitch black. Kinda strange feature?

- With some characters, the 'real' eye color is not what it seems! Vyke's eyes are brown, but the colored clouding is so intense it makes them look pale blue. Esgar has dark green eyes that look red upon clouding, Arghanthy has red eyes that look orange/yellow, Rogier has brown eyes looking green because of clouding, Miriam has deep emerald eyes looking blue because of clouding... and which I especially like, Maleigh has brown eyes but it is colored by clouding to look very pale yellow, probably reflecting his sickness and how it effected the initial color!

- Although two of Millicent's sisters have both eyes 'missing' and other two have only one eye and it is covered by clouding color to be a very pale color, they all have the 'true' eye color being golden (orange color used for it), like Millicent herself. Her eyes, of the same 'true' color, however, have yellow clouding, making them shine even brighter. This is a really neat detail that cannot be observed my naked eye on their faces and only seen in the sliders numbers!

- Maureen has a unique feature compared to other sisters, where only her left eye (now missing as eyepatch suggests) is clouded by white and not pale yellow like others. Fun fact to consider! Maybe something unique happened with this eye before she lost it, other than a "regular" Scarlet Rot eating it away. A mushroom grew there? hahah

- Rya has asymmetrical eye whites color for some reason; her left eye has normal white, but the right eye has darker, greyish-yellow color.

- Yura has multiple dark old man spots/age freckles on his forehead that cannot be seen with his haircut! I do not have a screenshot to demonstrate it, but here in this post a person recreated his face data exactly but with a trim: ( x )

- I want to comment on the idea that it is always non-Tarnished who have yellow/golden eyes! Recently, Zullie made a video revealing eye textures of a LOT of characters' models having the yellow shining in them ( x )! Letter 'T' here marks the characters me and @val-of-the-north were confident are Tarnished. With 'golden' eyes, core color can vary in intensity; with some character being very bright yellow/orange, and others (like Kenneth or Irina for example) being very dull and only looking yellow-ish when you look at character's face! Interestingly, the Carians who we know are not Tarnished have pale, blueish eyes, similarly to Rennala... I suppose this would be not 'faded' eyes that is a sign of Tarnished, but altered color upon focusing on something else (the moon sorcery in their case). From my own observation, golden eyes are not specifically reflection of not being a Tarnished, but just having internal faith in GO, be it positive like with Maidens that follow it, or negative like with Omens that internalised being abominations in its system or Tanith that defines herself by being a heretic within it like her husband. That video I linked can offer some philosophical insights hahah..

- OLD Knight Istvan, that is stated to be one of the old ones actually doesn't look old at all somehow xd

- Alberich eyes is a debatable matter in my opinion, since removing his hat reveals a binder hinting that he was undergoing a similar process to Azur and Lusat:

(Do not pay attention to the green bits of the blood glintstones, they appear only on item icon and not on actual model when player is wearing his set. ...Unless......?) If eye color is sensitive to what a person seeks, like pale blue eyes of Carians or (now) red eyes of Esgar is of any indication, his eyes could have still became red in color if he pursued the bloody sorcery before! I am just saying that he might no longer have them 🤔

- Sellen's hair turn out to be not black, but just very dark brown! This is fuckin Adella issue all over again, I can never escape it lol

- Ensha actually uses Body Type B despite very masculine face with facial hair n all, which was revealed later after Zullie's video! Here is a Tweet from Zullie on that: ( x ). Trans representation, or Ensha is actually remains of the person that once lived that possessed some random person as a new vessel? That's up to you!

- Finger Maiden found in Church of Inhibition, not far away from Vyke's invasion / Frenzied Village, has eyes clouded in the same color as 'real' one that fully obscures her pupils (making 'blind' look). It seems like the same thing happens with Melina's golden eye in Frenzied Flame ending.

- Adan and Dung Eater both have a nearly undetectable feature regarding their eye whites: the white on their 'injured' eyes (right eye for both) is brighter by only one point on Green on RGB scale. I do not know why it is added, it is basically invisible detail ;-;

- Devin (the 'silver' twin) has some grey hair, unlike Darian (the 'golden' twin)! Yeah no shit lol

- There is a big possibility that Anastasia is a Tarnished herself; the term used for her, 鬼女 (kijo) refers in Japanese folklore to women that were transformed into hideous "demons" upon their bad karma. So, rather than being an ogress, it could mean that she faced an evil sort of transformation upon vile acts of cannibalising. Well- as well as gameplay mechanic suggesting she is, because upon defeat she is listed as Recusant (who are Tarnished that hunt their own):

- Cut content character Rico still has full face data in the game files, and has eerly similar colors to Roderika. Really hope that this character will be back in DLC, feels like a potential relative of her!

- The sliders for body hair for some characters not all make sense- like, you are telling me that chads like Diallos or Tragoth do not have body hair? ehhhh. Still, it could be used if you want to! Here it is:

0 - Tanith, Varre, Seluvis, Patches, Irina/Hyetta, Rya, Diallos, Lanya, Sellen + Puppet, D + his brother, Roderika, Fia, Dung Eater, Rogier, Thops, Nepheli, Rico, Vyke's Maiden, Maiden Summon, Ensha, Boc, Millicent, Corhyn, Therolina, Dolores, Jarwright, Vyke, Ravenmount, Nerijus, Tragoth, Istvan, Juno, Anastasia, Okina, Adan, Moongrum, Inaba, Silver Tear 1-4, Maleigh, Knight of the Great Jar 1 + 3, Garris, a White Mask, Wilhelm, Arganthy, Flame Guardian, Ghiza, Alberich, Mary, Maureen, Amy, Polyanna

70 - Bernahl 128 - Eleonora 140 - Esgar, Miriam 150 - Kenneth, Vargram 170 - Yura 210 - Jerren 220 - Rileigh 230 - Edgar 250 - Gideon, Gowry 255 - Boggart, Henricus, Lionel

- No, seriously, are you telling me that Dung Eater shaves???? NONSENCE. What I am saying is, some of the body hair sliders REALLY make no sense, a problem I do not see with the colors or muscles. Speaking of...

- Here are the muscular levels for the characters:

Standard - Tanith, Varre, Seluvis, Irina/Hyetta, Rya, Lanya, Sellen + Puppet, D + his brother, Roderika, Kenneth, Fia, Gideon, Rogier, Thops, Vyke's Maiden, Maiden Summon, Ensha, Boc, Millicent, Gowry, Corhyn, Therolina, Dolores, Lionel, Miriam, Okina, Silver Tear 1-4, Knight of the Great Jar 3, Garris, a White Mask, Arganthy, Flame Guardian, Ghiza, Alberich, Mary, Maureen, Amy, Polyanna

Muscular - Patches, Edgar, Jerren, Diallos, Yura, Dung Eater, Bernahl, Boggart, Nepheli, Rico, Jarwright, Vyke, Eleonora, Ravenmount, Nerijus, Tragoth, Istvan, Rileigh, Juno, Anastasia, Adan, Moongrum, Vargram, Inaba, Henricus, Maleigh, Knight of the Great Jar 1 + 2, Wilhelm, Esgar

[officialdaydreamer00]

ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴩᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ:

Child Of Wisdom, Legacy of the Dreams

irene lore, twst x pjo

in which the prefect has kept a secret from her friends, a rather godly one, to say.

character: irene lovejoy (aka the prefect), grim, ace, deuce

content: greek mythology and its questionable lore, monster attacks, weapons, it's PJO what do you expect (spoilers)

to ace and deuce, the prefect was a rather peculiar person.

it was not the fact that her being a girl enrolled and was studying at NRC, a all-boys private college. no, it was because there was just something that never made sense about her.

for starters, she had this aura around her that made everyone, especially those who interacted with her feel a strange kind of inferiority, as if she wasn't entirely human. no one could ever put a finger on it, however.

her appearance was another mystery they had yet to solve. she was tall, taller than both of them by a couple centimetres, and rather athletic-looking. she had a light tan complexion which glinted nicely in the sun. her hair was ink black with a single streak of white framing the left side of her face. at first, they thought it was dyed as a fashion choice, but when they asked her about it, the prefect only chuckled and left.

deuce didn't know if his eyes had problems, and he was sure as hell didn't. sometimes when he stared at the prefect's eyes for long enough, he swore he saw the sea green slowly bled into a startling shade of grey, like storm clouds rumbling in the rain. pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she was analysing the best way to throw headmaster crowley off of his throne.

ace didn't know how the prefect did it, but she had somehow renovated ramshackle dorm into what seemed to be a pantheon by the time school's festival and the vdc approached. everyone was pleasantly surprised to see the simple yet intricate designs of the marble walls and the detailed paintings on the ceilings, and the marvellous library filled to the brim with books in english and a language they didn't recognise. housewarden vil commended her creative mind and efforts nonetheless.

the prefect was indeed strange. she was seen with the owls surrounding her serene laughing figure, as she treated each owl with such care that could only rival jade leech's obsession with mushrooms and nature. she sacrificed the best part of her dinner to the hearth that always burn brightly in ramshackle's living room. and someone swore they saw her with a bronze sword running into the forests, and leaving with golden dust clung to her uniform, but they could never provide any evidence afterwards.

that was what ace and deuce got from their observation. it didn't make much sense to them, but they wouldn't want to pry, no matter how curious they were. they trusted the prefect, and the prefect trusted them. she would tell them one day, right?

... right?

my brain decided to give up early, so here's half of the lore for yguys :) reblogs are very appreciated!

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[dotchi18]

You decide to investigate the sound, finishing your sandwich and standing as you pull your bag and water skin onto your shoulders, stepping back onto the bank and looking around you.

" Psst... Psst!"

That third one caused you to look directly down into the yellow eyes of a river mermaid.

Knowledge was power, so you knew from the books you had studied and brought that they were common enough in this river.

Whether or not they were friendly was a whole other separate matter.

Since you were practically on top of it, you took a step back, seeing them flicking their tail from side to side, the colors of river stones, as the mermaid's androgynous features including mossy green hair that framed those big yellow eyes.

" What are you doing this far out, human?" The river mermaid asked, leaning onto the bank as you took another step back, cautious, " Not a scratch on you either... You seem quite lucky."

Their eyes flicked over you again, settling on the white and red rose you had kept away from the Mushroom Merchant.

" So far away from Home, little human... A shame for you that a protective charm from small fry doesn't protect you from me."

It was then they lashed out, grasping your ankles with surprising force, yanking you down as you landed on your bag, dragging at you.

With alarm, you kicked the mermaid as best as you could, but it's sharp nails used to spear fish sunk deeper into your ankles, your cry enough to stir whatever birds didn't leave from the loud splash and grab.

You yanked at your legs as your nails dug into the pebbled earth of the bank, the land way too soft for your fingers as their own raked down your flesh, causing you to cry out again as it gave a fierce pull, submerging your lower half into the river with it, closer to it's face as it gave a sharp, near carnivorous grin.

" I haven't had human in a long time, especially in such a pristine state! I'll make sure to savor every-"

Thunk! Splt!

You jolt as a splatter of deep blue blood splashes across your face.

The mermaid's face is frozen in a grin, even though one of it's eyes is shot out from a crossbow bolt to the back of the head.

You look up, seeing a figure on the other bank.

He stood there with his feet planted firmly on the ground, lowering his crossbow.

Cold night blue eyes stare at the creature, framed by dark brown hair in a half-up half-down style.

The taller figure lowers his crossbow, showing the basic silver armor he was wearing, along with the night blue that matched his eyes.

With it were a heavy pair of earrings that hung from pointed ears, that and his woodsy skin tone showing off that he was a wood elf.

After a beat, he softened a tad, walking over to the river, using your shock of the whole thing to hop over rocks to you.

" Hey." He gave a small smile to you, as if to assure you it was okay as he knelt down and grasped the bolt, yanking it out, " I'm sorry you had to see that, are you okay? Can I help you get their nails out?"

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[tauforged]

time for a reef tank update !!! not the most glamorous shot but i’ve got a lot on my plate today so it’s what you’re getting lol

everything is going smoothly so far !!

finally set up the dosing pumps yesterday! current daily supplement regime is 1ml each of brightwell aquatics’ NanoCode A+B (staggered to prevent precipitation as they react with eachother), 1ml of brightwell KoralColor, and 5ml daily of a 1:1 mix of brightwell’s ZooPlanktos-M and PhytoChrom plankton suspensions, with the dose spread out equally over the entire 24hr period. ideally i would have done less, but this pump system has a minimum dose amount that i had to work around, and it’s all in such small increments that i doubt it will contribute too much to the bioload. these are the same supplement volumes i’ve been using before, but now dosed at a specific time each day and measured out by the pump rather than by me eyeballing with a grad cylinder ^^; going to see how alkalinity/calcium/magnesium levels shake out after a few days of the new setup and then modify from there. I’m also still manually dosing brightwell Restor (had to choose between this and the koralcolor as the dosing pump system only has four bottles, i’ve only got 2/3rds of my 250ml bottle of restor left as the koralcolor was a more recent purchase) and red sea reef energy AB+ (needs to be refrigerated, so wouldn’t work with the dosing pump), and i’ve got bottles of brightwell borochrom, liquid reef, and coralline accelerator that i bought back when i first started the tank up to cover all my bases but haven’t played with yet as i’ve been trying to take things slow on the dosing front. the borochrom i likely won’t be touching until i can find a boron testing kit that’s at least somewhat reliable before i do anything with it since it’s not something we have the capacity to test for in the lab at work.

corals are all overall looking good! the grinch porites has been looking a tad pale lately and might benefit from relocation, but i just did a water change yesterday so i’ll leave it be for now to see if that helps it perk up any… my other sps (rainbow pocillopora) is doing fantastic so i don’t think it’s water chemistry related, could be light/flow or nutrients. this frag gets covered in brown film algae despite my best efforts on a regular basis, so that probably isn’t helping -_-

the aiptasia on the pink bloomer zoa frag came back once again, so while i had the pump and heater shut off for the water change yesterday i blasted them with some aiptasia-x again. it was all gone by this morning, you can still see a little bit of white residue but i caught the shrimps picking at it last night ? so maybe they cleaned it up because i applied it very liberally. this frag has been thru the wringer and has had aips on it for the entire time, even after a really strong peroxide dip for GHA and physically scraping off all the anemones i could get to with a toothpick and blasting the remnants off with tap water in the sink immediately after, they just keep coming back… the good news is that the zoas are equally hardy. they seem mostly unbothered by the aips, but they were starting to get big enough to sting my purple death palys and that little baby disco mushroom so they had to go.

no pics, but i did finally lose that enchanted finger sinularia… it was never especially robust the entire time i’ve had it, but it never showed any signs of dying either. woke up a couple days ago to it gray and decaying, though, so i siphoned out everything i could get and the rest of the frag got chucked. bit of a shame, but i was honestly never a huge fan of it, mostly because of how sickly it always looked — i miss my toxic green capnella and the blue cespitularia that i lost during the major tank crash much much more :(

i’ve got another order in the works though — still in talks with ASD about the inverts, i’d tried to get some anemone shrimp as well but they had some issues so we’re waiting on them to get more livestock in. got my corals locked in in the meantime, though! aside from a handful of zoas still on my wishlist, this will probably be it for frags unless something major happens. or i finally snap and set up another tank. we’ll see…

[auckie]

Ok no actually I wanna hear your Trader Joe’s opinions I’m really into the orange strawberry banana juice, the bruschetta sauce, the cranberry lime juice sparkling water and cinnamon schoolbook cookies

You and I agree on the CLSW (cranlime sparkling), haven’t tried the others but I’ll look into them. The normal lime one is also amazing on its own, as well as a mixer for both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks. Summer must!

There’s so much shit I’m obsessed with, I’ll try and list the most important ones

English crumpets

Mango kefir

Brown sugar oat creamer

Chocolate oat milk

Simpler wines brand sparkling white canned wine

Pfeffernüsse

Chocolate babka

Brioche sliced bread

Danish Kringle

Pinks and whites shortbread cookies

Joe Joe’s gluten free classic Oreo knock off cookie

Madras lentils (boxed kind is good too)

Canned giant baked beans in tomato sauce

The non joes brand oat milk coffee and kombucha but you can get those anywhere

Their candles, two in one grapefruit mint hair wash (I despise two in one products but this one doesn’t foam and is more of a cleansing conditioner I use in between shampoo and regular conditionings), and many other non food items. I’ve bought their towels, seasonal decor (usually those felt garlands), face lotions and oils. Loved all of them. Usually I only restock on the lotion, hand soap, and lavender laundry bags. Their detergent is nice tho, and I’ve also gotten their wool laundry balls but you really only ever gotta buy them like once. They also usually have pretty cute cards at the checkout! I like their cheaper flowers too, but there’s also a lot of very cute seasonal items they carry that I just can’t justify buying bc of price (have you seen their felt sunflowers? So adorable)

Simpler times potato chips

Crispy Crunchy Champignon Mushroom Snack

Fruit leather bars

Dried orange rings

Lox (labeled as smoked salmon iirc)

Both their Tunisian and kalamata olive oil

Vodka sauce

Roasted red pepper and tomato canned soup

Canned vegetable soup

Gone bananas chocolate covered frozen bananas (gone berry crazy strawberries are good too but like a dollar or two more expensive)

Jasmine rice in the frozen isle

Lime popsicles

Steak and stout meat pie

Pastry Bites Feta Cheese & Caramelized Onions

Canned tuna*

*especially with the gluten free microwaveable mac n cheese (I’m not gluten free if you’ve noticed, I literally just prefer some of their gluten free products. Same with the oat milk. I’m not lactose free but I just really like it)

Most of the frozen wontons I’ve tried

Chimichurri rice (goes great with the aforementioned roasted red pepper box soup, and chopped onions, green peppers, and spinach cooked in a wok)

Chicken sausage

Butternut squash gnocchi, iirc the potato gnocchi is good too

Most of their dried pastas

Almond and chocolate filled frozen croissants

The bars of chocolate you find at the check out that come in packs of threes

The weird meat sticks at the checkout too

Frozen hashbrowns

For whatever reason, their frozen green beans and asparagus is so much better than other generic brands I’ve tried

Any of the canned olives but esp the kalamata

Sun dried tomatoes

The produce is okay, a little pricey but they had brown Mexican tomatoes once that fucked hard. The herbs trustworthy too but really where is it not

Any of their chocolate covered nuts

Their fucked up chocolate covered chips, sometimes found in their snack mixes

Peanut butter pretzel snacks

Their dried seaweed isn’t my fav, but it’s not bad. I think it’s overpriced tho but tbf I usually get huuuge, less flavored packs from Costco

Pine nuts but good Gd are they expensive

They have cute, weird heirloom hybrid squashes during the fall a lot too that are pretty tasty

Things I’ve gotten from there that I hated? I didn’t like their orange chicken, ANY of the cereals I’ve gotten from there oddly enough, their pecorino Romano only comes grated and mixed iirc and I didn’t care for it. Some of their beers have made me scowl but also those are all random brands. But their wine (yes, even SHAW. But shoutout to coco bon red blend and blue fin moscato RIP!) has never does me wrong…except for any other flavor of the simpler wines canned ones. I can only do the sparkling white and literally no else I've forced to drink it has liked it! some of their salads have done me wrong. the canned chickpeas and dolmas were off. and some of their pricy juice mixes left me a bit disappointed.