#first ren faire!!!

[forever-eternal]

At a Ren Faire in NC!!! So fun!

[shannonpurdyjones]

Spinning in full garb at the Carolina Ren Faire

(If you turn on sound be prepared for the jovial shouts of children and conversations of other faire goers...quiet filming does not exist at ren faires lol)

Took the opportunity to spin in period character while at the ren faire with my partner and kids on Saturday. Got lots of fun questions from other faire goers, many nods of respect from faire staff, and spun about 25-30g of wool. 🥰

Loads of fun, 10/10 would recommend doing period fiber arts as cosplay.

[o-slay-shalom]

Goyim will be like "what a cute goblet!" 😅

I was browsing the wares at my local Ren Faire when all of a sudden - there she is! Amongst the goblets and glass bottles, a little kiddush cup. I scooped her and the leather holster for $15. Ready to swagger into shul with this bad boy on my hip.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

Stunned | for @steddiemicrofic 's April prompt: Fool

pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 454 | rated: M | on AO3

"Quite the day, wasn’t it, m’lord?”

“Oh yeah, quite the day.” Steve laughs at his side; The party trucks on ahead of the pair, tired, tacky with sweat and dust from the long day at the faire. 

“Only one thing would’ve made it better, hm? Perhaps the acquisition of a new lady friend  would’ve sealed the deal for you?"

Steve smirks, shaking his head only slightly, so his borrowed (though made of very real metal) crown doesn’t fall. “Perhaps.”

“I, of course, still haven’t been able to conquer the lingering presence of my long lost, unknown love.” Eddie woes on, for the umpteenth time, “His sandy brown locks, those perfect brown-green eyes that met mine across a crowded hall only the once…”

He’s playing with fire, with lava more like, trying to pull this shit. Though, luckily, it seems Steve is none the wiser—

Steve groans in irritation, stopping Eddie with him on the packed dirt path. “Would you stop that?”

“What ever could you mean, Stevie?” Eddie grins, despite the rock that sits heavily in his stomach.

“Stop making it seem like you don’t have a thing for me. As if the ‘soft-haired, hazel-eyed love’ that ‘Edmund’s been going on about isn’t-–”

Eddie cuts him off in return, managing a clipped “I know not what you mean.”, before attempting to flee, hurrying off down the path ahead of them after the rest.

“Do not take me for a fool, Edmund,” Steve calls after him, effectively rooting Eddie to the spot. 

For a brief moment, Eddie’s thoughts whirl; When did– Does Ste– Hang on, where’s this coming from? Steve had played along with his kingly role today, though only sparingly–

Steve is at Eddie’s side at the same moment, whispering low into his ear. “I know it is I that… troubles you.”

Eddie's head whips over, taking in Steve’s hooded gaze and confident expression.

He gulps, feeling his face flush hot with color. “Forgive me, your Majesty, I did not think–”

“No, you didn’t.” Steve states, authority in his voice that has all Eddie’s brain power rushing south. 

“Now, are you going to allow me to tell you of the troubles you’ve caused me without interruptions, or should I take… preventive measures?”

“Preventative?” Eddie squeaks as Steve pulls him toward the lengthening shadows of the forest around them.

Steve nods, eyes still hooded. “I would normally offer my services,” the image of Steve on his knees in front of him shoots through Eddie's mind. “But it seems it is you who needs to listen.”

The Eddie who took Steve's place in the vision has nothing on the Eddie who emerges 30 minutes later with Steve’s crown on his head and dirt on his knees.

[weaselle]

the post that made me wonder:

[14dayswithyou]

I’ve read the rules! o7

Sai i need to know. Did he even read the book angel gave them. I know he wasn’t reading it when angel texted them if we chose to not invite him over but did he read even the few pages they looked at

or was he just… buying time to think of things/wanted to look like he was interested in the book when they really weren’t

TRUST ME this is VERY important knowledge and no matter what you say i will only like him more 🫶

✦゜ANSWERED: He did not T_T lmaooooo

Realistically, he probably put it back on the shelf the moment Elanor arrived ^^; Part of me wants to say that he hid it somewhere amongst the shelves (because Angel touched this book... Their hands and eyes graced the cover... No one else deserves the luxury of touching it as well...), but I think he'd be too overwhelmed with Angel finally noticing him to give it much thought.

Ren had no interest in reading the book either, but he did pick a "flora" theme for a very specific reason — as opposed to stalling/trying to buy time..... >:3c

Without spoiling too much, it's the same reason why he sometimes comes across as clumsy (with his words) during conversations, talks a lot about AoG, lives in a stupidly expensive and gaudy apartment, stole another person's nickname and made it his own, sometimes comes across as pushy, mimicked another character's exact line, gave Angel a high-end luxury gift, and why the "X I V" clips in his hair correlate to specific letters in the— *I am forcefully removed from the stage*

[edenabsentia]

boy why you so armor

[rebrandedbard]

I GOT A NEW TRUCK! And this is the first thing I put inside.

[randomfoggytiger]

"Every Day It's Like Halloween"

Fictober, Day 1

Thanks for @thescullyphile for the prompt: Our stalwart heroes, Mulder and Scully, transported via X-File circumstance, through time to Ye Olde Yeares. What shall our chevaliers find? Perhaps a Monster calles, or they Witnesse the Stone Henge? 'Tis for thine mind to puzzle.

It didn't quite go that direction; but I gotta follow the Muse. ;)))

*-*-*-*-*

Mulder wouldn’t be surprised if his pupils were blown.

Flat on his back, he tried to focus on his breathing as the sky tilted and twirled inconsistently. There were voices blending in surprise or panic around him-- blending being the operative word, he couldn’t make out what they were saying-- and someone’s shadow was dipping over his head. Another second and he expected Scully to come into view. 

“Mulder!” And there she was, brows pinched, eyes alarmed. A sprig of fake green poked him in the eye as the contraption holding her tiny knot of hair lost its hold and fell to pieces. She was, he noted vaguely, a vision in luminous layers of pearl and silver gauze. She smelt like smoke, and salt, and roasted pig flesh. 

Oh, he remembered. Ren Faire. 

*-*-*-*-*

The case had sounded promising: California visitors disappearing behind the polyester and plastic reconstruction of Medieval times. Skinner, he'd decided, likely wouldn't comment on yet another trip to the West Coast, having turned an increasingly blind eye to their largely fruitless missions and sun tans and deepening smile lines. 

“He seems,” Scully concluded, trying to tame a grin, unsuccessfully, “happy.” 

“Hm,” Mulder nodded, engrossed with Scully’s battle. “He's definitely more… engaged with our reports lately.”

“Well, stripper video game assassins are probably… intriguing, on some level.” She still held a grudge against Jade Afterglow’s double. He caught her stealing away with his thinnest pair of sunglasses, once, to recreate the stare down in her bathroom mirror. She caught him conspicuously packing those sunglasses, twice, for this trip. (He’d made sure she’d noticed.)  

“It'll give him something to say to the premiere reporters.” 

Scully tried to hide her curiosity there, as well, looking up to read his face carefully. “That’s still a few weeks away.” 

He shrugged, mildly amused at the prospect of their boss preening and strutting around Wayne Federman like a Hollywood would-be. “Jealous you’ll have to share the honor of screentime with Skinman?” 

“Once was enough-- Bill’s never gotten over the humiliation.” There was that smile again, in spite of her annoyance at L.A.’s tendency to tape everything. Charlie’s “You and Mulder created job opportunities for werewolves” helped make her older brother’s bluster bearable…that, and the fact both silently agreed to add the tape to Mulder’s collection.   

Passing over a few tempting quips, he settled on, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

*-*-*-*-*

"Quite a bit," Scully reminded him, later.

The disappearances had taken a dramatic turn by the time Mulder submitted their travel request: a senator’s daughter had vanished; and the local authorities were suddenly as interested in the case as their pensions required. Skinner took their paperwork and theory seriously-- too seriously, they concluded-- roping them into an undercover operation. Vendors and attendees raucously greeted and laughed and sang in the sunshine while Mulder and Scully sweated through layers of cheaply bought performance clothes, she supplying water on the hour and he buying cloths to wipe the sweat off her arms and neck. 

As far afield as Mulder floated, he came hurrying back. 

“Don’t split up, Agents,” the top-down had warned, “they found one of the bodies this morning. A real gruesome way to go. Pattern suggests the killer targets red-haired guests.” And while the suggestion was improbable, given their methods, neither wanted to take any chances.

*-*-*-*-*

Scully wandered off to relieve herself before Mulder clocked a duck-and-dodge attempt. Someone-- male, above-average height, broad shoulders, shaved head-- was popping from one outlier tent to another, long poker in hand, occasionally twisting behind the flaps to avoid detection. He notified the team just as the man charged, closing in on Scully with sickening speed. 

“Scullay!” The ground flew past and the scenery blurred, partner and pursuant becoming his only focus. 

“Mul--” she managed to yell, briefly, before whipping out her gun and ordering,” Stop! FBI!” 

The suspect did; but Mulder watched as his shoulders straightened, knew the last yard was going to be recklessly crossed, regardless. “FBI-- hands in the air!” he echoed, racing onto the scene, weapon raised. 

There was an explosion of movement so disorienting that he had to piece the events together afterwards. The assailant was leaping at him, the poker was above his head, Scully was yelling, shots were fired, the team was swarming around, and darkness was swiftly descending.

*-*-*-*-*

When he woke, the sun was still punishing, the scenery still blurred, and Scully still his only focus. 

“Mulder, are you all right? Don’t move,” she discouraged, holding his head steady with one hand while her other fingers prodded around for injury. 

“Did he get me?” His question was answered, swiftly and abruptly, when she landed on the sorest part of his skull. “Ow.” 

“Sorry. We’re going to have to get that x-rayed, I think. Paramedics should be here, soon.” 

Her eyes were too sorrowful, too regretful. He chanced a smile and a friendly poke to her leg. “This time, you ditched me.”

Scully snorted, as he hoped she would. “No one expects to be followed to the bathroom, Mulder.” Squinting at their surroundings, she added, “Or to the woods, in this case.” 

“You don’t have historic luck when it comes to bathrooms, though, Scully.” 

“Liver eating mutants and elegies aside, Mulder,” she huffed, massaging the ache radiating across his forehead, “I don’t seem to have much luck hanging around you at all.” 

“Mm,” he agreed, fighting sleep. “Won’t Skinner be pleased?”

*-*-*-*-*

Time stretched on lazily after Ronald Ferris was led away in handcuffs; and still, the paramedics did not come. His partner was turning snappish, glaring at nosy busybodies and pushing the officers to call in the ambulance if they had to. The moment called for, Mulder muzzily concluded, a distraction.

"Y'know, Scully." He let the statement hang, knowing it wouldn't be long until his partner bit.

"What, Mulder?"

"This is our first ren faire together."

"No," she insisted, inflexibly argumentative, "it is not."

"No? How do you figure?"

She sighed, looked down at him with that smile, and squeezed her eyes shut. "Mulder, I know what--"

"We're here, Scully. What other proof do you need?"

"Fine." Sitting back more comfortably, face relaxing, she let her protests drop. "This isn't our first ren faire because we weren't properly dressed. We didn't bob for apples, or...." Blowing through her lips, she tried to recall the events of that morning. "We didn't eat leg of lamb, or try roasted beef, or wash down vendor desserts with seasonal drinks, or. Or participate in the games. We didn't get to compete against each other. You didn't battle someone else for my honor."

Mulder made a little noise, looked upward where he presumed his bump was; and watched Scully's eyes soften.

"Well," she amended, "you did participate a little. It probably wouldn't count, though."

"It feels like it counts."

Nodding, Scully clutched his hand with her free one, rubbed his thumb tenderly with her own. "Then it counts to me."

*-*-*-*-*

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober24.

[riacte]

mildly embarrassing confession: so i’m obsessed with no rolls barred plays blood on the clocktower and i don’t watch nrb outside of it but i really like the cast and it’s a fun vibe. (also watched a bit of noobs on the gooftower and tpi official vods) there were some standouts cast members when i first watched them last year but this time i’m generally enjoying everyone and liking everyone’s different play styles.

then in my sleep deprived state i start to become slightly obsessed with this one regular. just slightly. like i start hoping he gets big plays and screentime and funny bits. but i also want to see him mess up spectacularly and blow shit up for his team because he always gets stuff comically wrong and idk 💥💥💥 i don’t know why i picked him out of everyone but whatever, it’s just a 2h long game, cool to pick a bias for absolutely no reason, and i enjoy everyone regardless.

then one day it hits me like a truck. it’s because this guy reminds me of martyn. not in the sense he’s like martyn but he has the same effect martyn has on me. inexplicable whimsical fascination and wanting him to explode while giggling and twirling my hair. it’s ALWAYS a witty british man who’s good at improv and also has a WIFE. i can’t fucking stand myself 😭

[forever-eternal]

may we see the dragon statue you bought

Once I get home tomorrow and have it set up, yes!!

[supreme-burrito]

The “straight” people in the room

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

*clawing my way out of my grave*

I finally restocked the queue! Sorry for my continual Corpse behavior,, but you should have regularly scheduled content again for a bit!

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 88

not my usual art medium BUT! since i did post about it earlier i thought it would be fun to show yall the finished product

i generated the pattern at freesewing.org using the Tristan Top design and lord having a pattern that was so easily printable AND fully customized to my measurements was such a game changer. 10/10 cannot recommend this site enough im like going fucking insane over it. (they also have a bootlegged version of the pattern for the blåhaj ikea shark plushie that you can scale up or down to make either a very tiny or a preposterously fucking huge shark of your own and i think that is so wonderful)

also dont mind my duct tape torso. dress forms are fucking expensive. broke bitches make do.

[karda]

powers out + hot spot is almost dead 😁😁phone doodles for u