#he discovered the power of ice weed

[hereforthepotions]

I don't think we're talking anywhere near enough as we should be about the Winter Warlock's long ass shoes from Rankin/Bass's 'Santa Claus is Comin' to Town (1970).'

This man just finished smoking an icicle while wearing shoes the length of Kris Kringle's entire leg and nobody has anything to say about this. I aspire to one day have shoes as long and thin as the Winter Warlock's icicle Jimmy Choos.

[cacturne]

okay protagonist deathmatch

vulture would still win

honestly i think dual-weapon warrior is just a really good class for a deathmatch like shes fast, has great offense but can also be good on defense. Her death sentence would be disarming her in any way but shes 20 years experienced by now, you wont be able to do that without either dogpiling her or expending a lot of effort and energy which will probably get you killed. And everything is too chaotic for a dogpile, nobody has the time to think about strategy.

rook and shrike would be the first to go. Rook is not bad at combat but as a pirate skirmisher they will just jump right into the fray without a plan or strategy and be blasted into smithereens because of it, especially since theyre the least experienced out of them all. Shrike will try to hide away at the edges of the arena casting from a distance and will re-animate rooks body with necromancy to fight for her but an action like that very quickly gets her discovered. She panics, wont be able to fight back, corners herself by being right next to the walls and its game over.

hawk is my most agile caster able to deal with survival situations like this (i intentionally kind of give her that wastelander vibe) so i think she survives the longest next to heron out of my casters. Shes having fun spamming fireballs and keeping people away with wall of ice and her force magic but her taunting and wisecracks earn her a target on her back which eventually gets her killed. Stork on the other hand is arguably my most powerful caster but the least agile, so while she will be able to keep people away through detonations, aoes on the ground and helpful spirits that wont keep them away forever. Eliminated.

our remaining people now are vulture, buzzard and heron. Buzzard is pretty badly hurt but this is bad for them because he is a reaver. Heron thus far has used her short and long range kit as knight-enchanter to her advantage and has come away with mostly damage from spells and some close range confrontations she backed away from, vulture is pretty scratched up from being thrown around as the smallest person here and has taken damage from spells but is still doing relatively fine.

In this scenario buzzard, being very wounded by fighting recklessly throughout the whole match, is just going to purely go off instinct so he just starts hacking away at both of them, which inadvertently gets them to team up on and end him. They dont leave without both getting pretty damaged though. So now its just the two of them, and honestly i think theyre pretty evenly matched at this point with them slowing down from exhaustion and gritting through the pain catching up to them. I think the final showdown comes down to who tires out first.

and its gotta be heron. Because vulture will force heron to go all in on spirit blade to defend herself, which will not only leave half of her kit unused unless she manages to get far enough away with fade step but also will force her to keep her magic arm up the entire time to even use spirit blade, which takes an incredible amount of focus, mp and energy. Heron is going to falter at some point and vulture will take that opportunity and be the winner.

this scenario is not 100% accurate because to be 100% accurate i would have to REALLY get in the weeds and think about who targets who and who has sustained damage and who has surprisingly left themselves open for a kill etc but im not. Doing that. At least not right now. Sorry. But this is a rough estimation!!

[adapembroke]

Pluto in Scorpio and Sedna in Taurus: The Scouring of the Shire

One of the major differences between Peter Jackson's film version of The Lord of the Rings and the book is the question of what happens to the hobbits after Sauron is defeated. 

In the movies, the Shire is pure and innocent, never touched by the larger battle for Middle Earth. The hobbits return to the Shire, and everything is as it was before. Part of the tragedy of Frodo's story is that he isn't able to participate in the idyllic life of the Shire anymore. He stands on the outside of hobbit society, watching all of his friends having fun and not being able to enjoy it.

In the book, the forces of Saruman invade the Shire, enslave the hobbits, and convert the farms into factories. This is called the scouring of the Shire, and there is a last battle required to overthrow Saruman for good. No one gets through the conflict unscathed. It is a loss of innocence. The hobbits will never again have the luxury of hiding behind their smallness and obscurity when evil arises. They know that the Shire can be reached. They cannot rely on others to fight the battles for Middle Earth for them.

The Lord of the Rings movies came out when I was a teenager, and I've come to see the differences between the stories of the films and the books as a metaphor for what it's like to grow up with Pluto in Scorpio and Sedna in Taurus.

Taurus is the sign of hobbitish things.

It is the sign of farming, pleasure gardens, the wholesome pleasures of food, ale, and "pipe weed." 

If it was possible for a person to have every planet in Taurus, they would be a lot like a hobbit. They would find Taurus delightful. Its biggest downside would be that things don't change very much. And why would you want things to change when things are so wonderful as they are? 

The Taurus person would be puzzled by "outsiders" who aren’t content to appreciate the simple things in life, like curious hobbits who are tempted to wander from the safe walled garden of the Shire, and wizards who don't find much use for their power in the Shire aside from a nice display of fireworks. 

Of course, it is impossible for a person to have every planet in Taurus, so even the most hobbitish person always has a planet or two pushing them to expand their horizons and pursue complexity. Even if they adamantly deny it.

This is good. It makes us more complicated people. Unfortunately, it also means that we don't have the luxury of experiencing the pure, idyllic world of Taurus. We have needs that can't be met within the walled garden of the Shire. We are pulled on adventures that expose us to the wider world. Like the Buddha discovered, the wider world contains suffering and pain.

Adventures can be especially painful for our inner hobbit selves if they involve experiences ruled by Leo, Scorpio, or Aquarius. Having Pluto in Scorpio in your natal chart makes Taurus experiences especially difficult. 

Taurus is challenging with Pluto in Scorpio.

Depending on what else you have in your chart, Pluto in Scorpio people can have an almost supernatural ability to sniff out evil in everything and the inability to look away once they see it. 

Going out for ice cream? Pluto in Scorpio person can't stop thinking about the calves that were separated from their mothers to support the dairy industry. 

Going out for drinks? Pluto in Scorpio can't stop thinking about that time they were smacked across the face by an alcoholic.

Just being a member of the Pluto in Scorpio generation doesn’t mean that you’re condemned to enjoy nothing. Some have easier charts. Some have an easier time pushing plutonian thoughts aside. Some have the ability to do the healing work necessary to allow them to choose to find pleasure in innocent things. That healing comes with the meta bonus of being able to consciously enjoy the pleasure of being able to enjoy things.

Still, the difficulty relaxing and enjoying the simple things can feel like being condemned to be Frodo at the end of the movies. Whether or not it’s actually true, it can seem like you’re a perpetual outsider, watching everyone around you enjoy things that you’re incapable of enjoying. 

Pluto in Scorpio + Sedna in Taurus

I think that the complexity of being a Pluto in Scorpio outsider is part of the Pluto in Scorpio archetype, just because of how it experiences Taurus, but that’s currently impossible to confirm because of a complication with Sedna.

The currently living Pluto in Scorpio generation is the first generation humanity has encountered with Pluto in Scorpio since the discovery of Pluto, and the currently living Pluto in Scorpio generation is (almost definitely) the only Pluto in Scorpio generation any who reads this will ever know.  

And everyone born with Pluto in Scorpio in the 1980s and 90s has Sedna in Taurus.

The dwarf planet Senda is named for the Inuit goddess who rules the underworld and lives on the bottom of the sea. She is the rejected child whose wounds never heal and whose severed fingers give life to the community in the form of the sea mammals they hunt for food. 

The myth and the astronomy of Sedna both seem to indicate that the Exile is one of the planet’s core archetypes, which means that it is difficult to tell how much of the exile-feeling of the Pluto in Scorpio generation comes from Pluto and how much comes from Sedna.

Sedna in Taurus: Generations in Exile

As a member of the Pluto in Scorpio generation, I’ve focused my attention on the experience of my generation, but Sedna’s passage through Taurus has interesting ramifications for all of the Pluto generations that were alive when Sedna was in Taurus (1965-2024). 

I say that it has implications for all generations that were alive, and not just the ones that have been born since 1965, purposefully. The people who were born after 1965 will carry Sedna in Taurus with them forever, but people who were born with Sedna in Aries had to live through the Sedna in Taurus, too. When a person experiences a transiting planet in a sign, it is like they are an honorary person with that planet in that chart while the transit is happening. A transit that lasts as long as Sedna in Taurus makes a serious mark on a person, too.  

What do we do with this? Nearly 60 years of a whole world wandering in exile? 

Someone asked me that, and I was reminded of a quote by Ram Dass. He said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”

In many of the stories of Sedna, the story ends by talking about her relationship with the community. She gives the sea mammals that give life, but she can also take them away when she feels humans are being too cruel. When that happens, the hunts fail, and an Inuk shaman journeys to the bottom of the sea to comb out Sedna’s hair, to do for her the things she can’t do herself because she doesn’t have fingers, to comfort her, to promise that the shaman will help humanity do better. 

Maybe, that’s the best thing we can do with astrological Sedna, too. Take turns diving to the depths for each other, to be each other’s hands, and promise to try to do better.

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[thatrickmcginnis]

ICE-T, Toronto 1989

Around the turn of the '90s I ended up photographing quite a few major names in hip hop, starting with Eric B & Rakim and Chuck D. I was assigned to do a portrait of Ice-T by NOW magazine - one of my earliest jobs for the paper, which took me to a hotel way out in the suburbs of Toronto. Born Tracy Lauren Marrow in Newark, NJ, he lived out a "real life, non-primetime version of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" (as I wrote about him on my old blog) when his parents died and he was sent to live with an aunt in Los Angeles. He lived on the fringe of the Bloods, one of the two biggest gangs in the city, and sold weed and stole car stereos before his girlfriend got pregnant and he enlisted in the U.S. Army. He returned to crime after being discharged but stayed away from the gangs and started a career in music, appearing on a series of 12" records before being signed to Sire Records. He was 31 when I photographed him, hardly a kid, and quite professional to deal with, saving the attitude for the pictures.

I remember spending a while trying to find a decent backdrop in the suburban hotel where I did my portrait session with Ice-T, and settled on two locations - below a big round chandelier in the lobby and by a big window covered in rouched curtains. Ice-T was in Toronto for a show at the Concert Hall, one of Ron Nelson's shows, with Maestro Fresh Wes (called "Mystro" on the poster) opening. He had released his album Power the previous year and would put out The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech later that fall, but he'd already been in three movies by then - Breakin' and its sequel Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo and appearing as himself in Rappin', apparently the third film in the trilogy. But it was his fourth film, New Jack City, that would establish him as an actor, most notably playing police detective "Fin" Tutuola across the Law & Order franchise. As I wrote about him on my old blog, he's played to many police officers that "it might be possible that he's made more money playing cops than singing 'Cop Killer'."

Ice-T was a very cooperative subject for our portrait session back in the summer of 1989, and going over these negatives again I discovered quite a few really decent shots that I've never published before. Using the chandelier as a backdrop meant getting down on the hotel carpet to shoot, using my new Nikon F3 and a wide angle lens. He knew that this put him in an intimidating position and he played that up for the camera. The big window with its sheer curtains presented a technical challenge, and while I'm fairly certain that I brought my own light to the shoot, it still wasn't enough to stop the daylight from making my negative flare and blow out. The slightly more pensive look I was able to get from Ice-T for this half of the shoot suited this light, and I think my Photoshop skills have finally helped me pull out the potential of these portraits after over thirty years.

[woltourney]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 12

Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad) v. Big-Chungus Funny Icarus (@swageus-harmonia)

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

Icarus:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. technically his name is Icarus but his name in critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv is Big-Chungus Funny so do whatever you want with that information (he/they pronouns also)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Mr Chungus is a whole ass Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. His class is whatever I damn well feel like playing with, but for an actual conk creet answer he mains gunbreaker reaper and black mage

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. im on zalera crystal data centre :)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Icarus is just Some Guy really, homeboy just woke up in fuckin uldah one day and lemme tell ya it went downhill from there lmao. He is also cursed with Not Remembering Anything(which is my excuse for not knowing some shit abt the story because my dumb ass skipped cutscenes OMEGALUL), dude got REALLY fucked up in shadowbringers with the whole light poisoning thing and just. lost memories of shit pre-shb. Also his dork ass horns and wings were bc of the whole shb thing dont worry abt it. Anyways now he just fuckin sits his bitch ass around his stank aah island smoking weed that makes you evil idk

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. uhhh uhhh fuckin uuh #BIGCHUNGUSSWEEP

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. man my wol was just a shitpost character and i got too attached i had to pull all this info out my ass :/

[dontlookheswatching]

(NOTE: Some of these hc's have changed, as I'm constantly making new hcs and revamping stories for the creeps) QUICK TW, THIS POST MENTIONS DRUGS/ALCOHOL,VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL THEMES Ask BEN blog is open!

I need to get my art out there, not that its the greatest, as you can see, especially compared to the other ask blog creators out there, but i also want to have fun with this so im starting a Creepypasta ask/art blog myself, and im starting off with simple basic information that can lead to questions and such. Please note these are my hcs and opinions, so I'd appreciate if everyone would respect that. Thank you!

Okay, starting off with a quick note, this is only a simple artstyle, and it may change, it may not, though im hoping as the blog progresses, my art will improve. Another two things to keep in mind is that I may not always answer a ask with art, and that this blog will have mentioned drug/alcohol addiction, violence(they arent Creepypastas without a little violence here and there), and MAYBE sexual themes, im not too sure about that one. Basically, this blog is not for the faint of heart. Take care and please do not read or look at this blog if any of it may possibly trigger you!

-I hc that BEN is 21, an adult, and smokes weed and has done drugs, like the little stoner he is

-I hc he's pansexual, as well as a demiboy, and goes by he/they

-His birthday is April 23 1990, and he died the same day in 2002 at the age of 12. He didn't age as he was trapped in his game cartridge, but he finally managed to escape by the time his next birthday rolled around, and he is now a aging spirit ever since then

-See the wings? I also came up with the idea that he was supposed to be an angel, its a wonky hc and probably not one a lot of people will be used to, but I like the idea. Ofc, he never became an angel, instead being kept on the surface world by Slendermans powers, but he still has the wings

-Water will burn his skin, even if its ice cold water

-His closest friends are Jeff, Toby, and Liu, Jeff being perhaps his best friend as in my au/hcs they've known each other in both the past before any incidents and after, therefore having known each other for about 8 or 9 years. They may or may not have a 'bromance' in this blog(aka yes they do) so if you dont like that, I'll ask nicely again, please step away from this blog.

-He is perhaps one of the strongest pastas due to his magical properties and abilities

-He is also a proxy, and in my au/hcs, only the most skilled of the Pastas are chosen to be put in training to become a Proxy. The only proxies as of the beginning of this blog are Maaky, Hoodie(I know their from Marble Hornets, and I have watched it, but Im one of those folks who like the crossover:), BEN, Toby, and Jeff

-Any more information about BEN and the other pastas will be discovered by asks and maybe random doodles that I'll sometimes post in between blog posts

This isn't the neatest or most organized start of a blog, but I'm gonna be honest, this is my first time doing something like this, so bear with me! I will also try to work on getting better image quality because I know it sucks as of now, but my Ipad likes to be a little silly sometimes. Take care of yourselves, your loved and appreciated!❤❤❤

-Max

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, CIARÁN CALLUM STEWART. 🌗

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Monet age: 24 pronouns: She/They ooc contact: @thebankery on twt other characters in xc: Philomena Roxbury, Prince Papillon, Obanai Iguro, Kellon Bishop

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Ciarán Callum Stewart age: 125 (25 human years) pronouns: He/Him series: OC canon point: N/A

app triggers: Death/Immortality

personality: Ciarán is a dick. But a well-meaning one. Like, most of the time.

Ciarán is a proud nerd and fighter. He knows that these hobbies usually don’t go together and he takes pride in it. His favorite things to do are puzzles and beat ass. He appreciates the logical, exact, measured aspects of life, and if he had it his way the entire world would just be a game of chess where you get to punch your opponent if you win. He likes to, AND ALWAYS WILL, do things perfectly. There’s no room for mistakes in Ciarán’s world. Not from others, and not from himself. All of his fighting moves are carefully calculated and all of his inventions are cleanly crafted. 

His strict standards don’t exactly make him impossible to deal with, though. He’s an extrovert. Though most of his socialization comes from his spars, he still enjoys spending time with other people without making them bleed. He’s just picky about who he keeps as company. The rude, direct way that he talks to people usually weeds out the people that he doesn’t want to befriend anyway.

Ciarán has few friends and likes it that way. It annoys him that he still feels emotions the same as everyone else, so he’s careful about who he’ll give his heart to. Despite the way he tries to separate logic and emotions, he’s someone that feels deeply and makes a lot of decisions based on that.

His sense of humor is sparse and his willingness to do silly goofy things is low. Ciarán likes to conduct himself in a certain way. He’s not going to make a fool of himself. It’s easy to make him yell, complain, and lose his temper though. So he usually ends up making a fool of himself regardless.

something your muse struggles with: He’s more rude than he is blunt. Finds it hard to lighten up at times.

your muse’s greatest strength: Hard worker and pretty damn smart. Good leader. Focused.

history / background:

Ciarán was born to unknown parents and left at an orphanage. Unbeknownst to them, he wasn’t a normal baby.

Ciarán’s planet was split into eight main regions, usually referred to as ‘worlds’ due to how different they were. There was little to no consistency between all of them despite all being part of one landmass. Magic was only found in one person, the queen, and objects, like magic crystals, enchanted forests, potions, dragons, and everything else that you could think of. But humans weren’t magic. That was unheard of.

 Unfortunately the queen died before she could birth an heir. People from every world began trying to rise up to be the new leader. This lawless powerplay lasted for a year and abruptly ended when seven babies were born. 

Ciarán (and six other random babies) had unique abilities that were obvious from birth. A baby Ciarán could grab and bend the fabric of reality itself, know things about people that no one could feasibly know on the first meeting, and move land just by drawing a new map. He and the other babies, one from (almost) every world, also had powerful magic similar to the late queen’s.

Unfortunately Ciarán was given to an orphanage at birth and his powers weren’t discovered until he was eleven months old. Up until that point, he was raised by the sole owner of the orphanage, a sixty-nine year old woman named Caoimhe. On that fateful day he threw a normal baby tantrum and grabbed at the air in a way that seemed to bend reality itself. Caoimhe instantly recognized it as the late Queen’s magic. The news spread quickly, and the orphanage was flooded with people claiming to be the biological parents of Ciarán. There was only one problem — Royals don’t have human DNA. They couldn’t prove anyone to be his real parent. After months of unwanted attention, bribes and even threats, Caoimhe declared herself the mother and the eleven month old agreed. As much as he could, anyway. No one could argue. Caoimhe became the new queen of their kingdom.

Ciarán had a good life growing up. Friends, money, power, travel, and a strong connection with the six other babies who were being raised in similar ways. He was very aware that his existence had brought peace to the kingdoms and from a young age he took this responsibility very, very seriously.

Only seven babies were born though. There was still a kingdom on the outskirts waiting for their magic. While the other worlds thrived, they were stagnant, waiting to become a part of the new world. Back to that later.

Ciarán was a precocious, lanky, kind of awkward kid. He took a lot of things way too seriously and didn’t smile or laugh often. He got into fights. He got into arguments. He got into trouble. He got into the books. Ciarán genuinely enjoyed STEM and spent most of his time either mastering every weapon that he could or inventing things. He surprised everyone by somehow managing to be both a nerd and a successful fighter. He started off by learning from his knights, and by 13 he was training them. Despite his love for The Spar, he kept his kingdom’s previous name — The Technology Kingdom. They were innovative, always ahead of the curve, and impossible to outdo. That’s the reputation that he wanted, anyway.

Ciarán was a well-loved king. Sure he was rude and short with people, but he cared about them. That was undeniable. They liked him so much, in fact, he never had any pressure to get an heir. He had a partner or two over the years but they never lasted. Years and years and years passed by of relative peace between the worlds. As he got older, his mother aged, and he seemed to stop. 

When Ciarán was twenty-five his mother was ninety-four. He never really thought about her age before — she was always old. He couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t. But when he woke up one morning and she didn’t come down for breakfast he knew that she was gone. Unwilling to face it, he went about his day as normal, completely engrossed in his work, so focused and closed off the castle workers couldn’t bring themselves to ask him about it. Her funeral was the next day and it was a kingdom-wide event. He didn’t go.

 Time seemed to be moving differently to him. He never knew how to explain it, but he knew — he was immortal now, and his only living family was gone.

Now at (technically but not mentally) 125 years old, Ciarán is an even tougher ruler than he was before and even harder to befriend. He still had the other six magical royal friends, at least, and some of them even had descendants. Ciarán kept pursuing his work and maintaining his kingdom. His powers are mostly micromanaging and keeping everything in working order. He’s essentially the ‘coder’ of the world and has the ability to bend reality to a certain extent. He was more than happy to just keep ruling and maintaining the world with no heirs.

One day his ex took an interest in a citizen from the still unnamed, unruled kingdom. Ciarán instantly took notice and kept a close eye on them. A non-royal invading the royal family wasn’t going to go well. He didn’t need special magic to know that. And he’d be damned if his perfect system was messed with in any way.

powers / abilities: 

Stat Reader - Ciarán can see everyone’s stats. This includes their full PREFERRED name, current pronouns, species, age (including immortality and maturity age if applicable), inventory (only items currently on their person), occupation(s), height, weight, natural and current hair and eye colors, and vitals (including injuries, diseases, allergies, past surgeries, and anomalies). He looks through a magical visor to do this, and others can look through it if he lets them.

 1-Up -  He can give someone a temporary extra life! If you die, all of your status effects and injuries will be cured, and your health will be completely restored. He can only do this every 5 hours, and doing it puts him out of commission for 30 minutes.

Reality Bender - Nerfed because he’s not in his original world, but he can bend reality like the warp tool. It doesn’t work on people. Ex: If there’s a table in front of him with a can of soda on it, he can twist it like ♻ This wouldn’t break the can or table but it would make the can slide around, depending on how he bends it.

Inherent abilities:  Ciarán is not human. He’s considered A Royal in his world, and they’re magical beings with special physical properties. Magic might affect him differently than it would on a human, depending on what it is. 

- He can’t get human illnesses or diseases.

- Immortal in age, but he can still die (he only has one life left…)

> His Fighting Skills Are OP. Just Being Honest. <

Skilled Fighter - His highest stats are shit like evasion, agility, avoidance, speed, and perception, but his others are nothing to sneeze at. He can hit hard and take a hit. His win-to-loss ratio is basically 1000-0.

Weapon Expert - He can use any weapon exceptionally well except for a gun (or anything like it) because they don’t exist in his world. 

items / weapons: 

Insane Weapon Collection - Literally every weapon that you can think of minus guns. His favorite of every category. Not listing all of them. Includes sword, bow, mace, halberd, dagger, bow staff, nunchucks, chakram, etc etc etc. No shields, sheaths, or armor or anything though.

Photo Album - A thin but well taken care of book. Has A Group Picture (Ciarán, Kellon, and a mysterious third guy(?)), A Picture of His Ex That He Needs To Get Rid Of, and A Picture of Mommy.

Bracelet His Ex Made For Him - dude

starting ability: Stat Reader starting item: Photo Album

extra:

6’5”, bi, wears nothing but black and white (and clear)

His hair is so long because he challenges people to cut it during a fight. It’s been a literal century since someone has managed to.

All of his clothes are like the bare minimum to cover as much skin as possible

This is so his nurses could easily access/tend to injuries, but it’s mostly because he can’t be assed to put together real outfits.

He seems to be mildly monochrome. Even his blood is slightly desaturated.

yeah kellon is one of his bffs im having an arc 

discord id: 00prionnsa

[deramin2]

Alfrid Nebis Backstory

I'm joining a new D&D game today and I'm looking forward to my new character Alfrid Nebis (he/him). Hill Dwarf Circle of Spores Druid.

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Alfrid Nebis grew up in the Dwarf community of Undhilda to a supportive family. He struggled in school and eventually took up stone carving little animals and ritual figurines but didn’t have the discipline and concentration for the guild system, so he sold them solo at the market.

In his 20s he rapidly developed debilitating migraines and fatigue that ruined his life. No one had a cure or much that helped, although medicinal weed (high CBD low THC we'd know today) helped a bit, and he took to being mildly stoned all the time to take the edge off but not inhibit him too badly. He became so light sensitive that he basically hasn’t seen the sun since because it’s too painful and learned to navigate and work by feel in the dark when normal lights hurt. He tried to keep working but it became really hard.

He found beauty in the bioluminescent mushrooms in the caves and began to long for the simple life of a fungus colony. Did they experience pain without a nervous system. He’d lie awake unable to function wondering about mushroom facts. Slowly he began to long to be a mushroom. It started as a joke but became genuine. Just to feel some other way became an intense fantasy. He prayed to the Wildmother for guidance. She gave him a vision of a reclusive sect of druids who take on mushroom powers.

Desperate for anything that might help, he set off on a quest to join them and fulfill his dream of becoming a mushroom, traveling deep into the Underdark. He found them and trained under them, though it was hard and exhausting with his disabilities. He found that while the druids do take on fungal powers, they don’t have the secrets to the ultimate transformation.

So after a few years he set off once again to discover this knowledge. He’ll bring it back to the circle, and then transform himself. To him it represents nirvana.

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Migraine Rules:

You suffer from debilitating headaches. Some days you're fine, other days you feel like ice picks are being jammed into your skull.

Every day roll a d20. on a 1 you wake up with a headache. Take a point of exhaustion, to a maximum of five. If you wake up with a headache, you do not recover a point of exhaustion from your long rest.

Lesser Restoration can remove a point of exhaustion.

Greater Restoration cures all points and will prevent headaches for 30 days.

[tyllt]

Quotes (pt. 2)

Peace

I found a sliver of sun today and stood in it, squinty and content in its fleeting embrace. I never thought I'd miss you. - Josh Groban

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy? - Oscar Wilde

Summer arrived in full force. Cicadas cried from the cherry trees and in the evenings a pleasant breeze blew briefly as dusk began to arrive earlier each day. - Sukegawa Durian

I sincerely wish for you every possible joy life could bring. - Bob Ross

I'm kind of in love with everything, that's just how I am. - Anonymous

"It's so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!" It takes all of my persuasive power to try to convince her that she is already here. - Liz Gilbert

And on the last day, when all his work was done, he only just discovered the sun, on the last day. - Moby

This has been going on for so long already, this unfolding. Harry doesn't know how many more ways they can find to mean something to each other. - Anonymous

I thought the earth remembered me. She took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichen and seeds. - Mary Oliver

But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: this is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying? Does it feel this way to you? - Kazuo Ishiguro

I have nothing to gain from kissing her. But I am no longer looking to gain anything. - John Green

Make it simple, but significant. - Don Draper

Along the lake path - bird song implied. - Anonymous

There's a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn't that kind of the point? - Pam Beasley

You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry. - Halsey

I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return. - Frida Kahlo

Womb to tomb, sweetheart. - dropdeaddream

I believe in angels, something good in everything I see. - ABBA

Part of loving the winter is submitting to it. - Anonymous

And so I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit. Every day with someone new. - Hozier

Needle-dark December smells. She walks with wonder everywhere. - Muriel Rukeyser

In March I'll be rested, caught up and human. - Sylvia Plath

What's the winter for? To remember love. - Theodore Roethke

We call everything on the ice "love". - Viktor Nikiforov

The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement. - Wayne Dyer

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. - Matsuo Basho

We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss. - Paulo Coelho

Not to sound cosmic, but I've made plans for the next 3,000 years. Before, it was only three days at a time. - Prince

You have me. Until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me. - Amie Kaufman

If we want peace, we have to be peace. Peace is a practice, not a hope. - Thich Nhat Hanh

Happiness only real when shared. - Christopher McCandless

A sunny day in the void. - Dave Filoni

And all I want to do is fly. - Eric Whitacre

I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. - Vincent van Gogh

We don't really know where this goes, and I'm not sure we really care. - Bob Ross

I'm alive! I'm alive! I am so alive! - Aaron Tveit

After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting. It is not valid, but is often true. - Anonymous

Harry looked at the leaves gently dancing in the breeze, the way Kavika had taught him to look - observing details, things he thought he already knew. - Lettered

Make the decision everyday to be happy. - Anonymous

Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home. - J.K. Rowling

Dancing is for people who are free. - Jojo Rabbit

And so, our journey comes to an end. But yours continues on. Grab hold of your dreams and make them come true. For you are the key to unlocking your own magic. Now go. Let your dreams guide you. Reach out and find your Happily Ever After. - Anonymous

We take death to reach a star. - Vincent van Gogh

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. - Hamlet, Hamlet

I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world like I should. - Jaymes Young

I was born free, and that I might live in freedom I chose the solitude of the fields; in the trees of the mountains I find society, the clear waters of the brooks are my mirrors, and to the trees and waters I make known my thoughts and charms. I am a fire afar off, a sword laid aside. - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

'Denied the catharsis of punishment' is an underappreciated but hugely effective narrative consequence.

Just smell the grass! The dirt! Just like I dreamt they'd be! Just feel that summer breeze, the way it's calling me. For like the first time ever, I'm completely free! I could go running and racing, and dancing and chasing, and leaping and bounding, hair flying, heart pounding, and splashing and reeling, and finally feeling - that's when my life begins! - Rapunzel

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity. - Edvard Munch

[choccochocco]

Dc crossover

veloci moves to Gotham or metropolis or [insert corrupt city here] to do more evil schemes

it syncs up with the squads school field trip (either out of convenience or because he’s trying to weed out who specifically is a dino), and the squad meet different heroes (more chaos if they’re teen heroes)

danny phantom crossover

ms Moynihan and victor veloci are halfas and the team ends up discovering that the ooze does some ghost thing that imbues them with the power and form of a dinosaur or something and theyre also half ghost as a result

they must then come to terms with the fact that if they remove the dino they’ll be seriously harmed and significantly weakened (cue mad scientist jack and madie)

You could have it so veloci teams up with them at fist, but they see him try to attack Danny because he recognises him, and they realise he’s a true, prehistoric dinosaur halfa, and as a result, a much rarer and more valuable test subject

fnaf au

the squad become the animatronics (victor veloci and ms Moynihan are the original ones, they’re like the fun time ones or security breach ones, but more dino versions)

Age swap au (can’t think of name)

the squad adopt ms Moynihan (child in this au) and must help her fight against the mutated animals as she deals with her school rival victor veloci (potentially got bit by a mutant dino animal and the ooze entered his blood, so he has more experience than Moynihan) (can play out as many genres, ideally (in my mind) a high school drama, or a horror (think ghost face, but velociraptor instead))

on a similar note;

Infection au

veloci made a batch meant to mutate humans, but messed up some genetic coding, so they have become mindless and moving with only basic urges (eat, drink, sleep, fight back), and the squad, having already come in contact with the successful ooze, must fight this

(Easy fix: their normal tech works, but repair tools must be aquired harder fix: tech brakes, turns out to be a state wide (or global) event)

Mlp crossover

they wake up in the world of Mlp, and chaos ensues

they remain unsure of how to get back (I had g4 in mind, but it’d honestly be funnier with earlier generations)

Warrior cats au

can be with or without powers

dino clan sounds awesome

ice age au

they become ice age animals instead of dinosaurs

and they get plot progression too

Monster high crossover

Any generation

they mistake one of the characters pets for a dino (or veloci turns animals into dinos) and they follow it to monster high

Keep Jackson Jekyll and holt Hyde in so they have someone kinda similar (turn from human to something else)

scream street (British kids show one) crossover

They get mistaken for monsters and dragged there, ms Moynihan assumed to be their mother

Ben ten crossover

he mistakes them for fellow omnitrix users, and copies the dna of one of them so he ends up able to turn into dinosaurs (likely ms Moynihan since she’s originally a dinosaur)

they help him with aliens, he helps them with their dino animals

Ninjago crossover

S1 specifically (my favourite season)

Also, veloci and pythor arguing sounds glorious

Edit: I added another

Xmen crossover

specifically x men evolution (high school setting)

they end up in separate classes, and buzz chills with the brotherhood for a bit and gives toad a confidence boost since he thinks amphibians are cool

the others get into the x men by pretending that they’re mutants

Fiona meets the morlocks

scenario in which they meet their future selves

scenario in which they get sent to the future

the squad meet past veloci and Moynihan, who are exactly like smart, immature crows

they end up stuck in dino for (or just one of them) and they find ways around it (or other wise get caught)

one of Caruso’s hair gels ands up very similar to the primordial ooze one night when he’s particularly tired, and he secretly uses it for a power boost, only to discover that it’s slowly making him more dino than human (he can’t reverse it)

Yall, Gimme Dino Squad Story Ideas

There is only around 30 fics on AO3 and that is a travesty so.

[dourpeep]

The Chalk Prince

Summary: Between the lines of his existence, lies a story. But above all, Albedo is most thankful that he has found his happily ever after. Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, fluff, papa Albedo A/Note: for @xiaosmoon Valentine's Day collab, day 21, "kissing them while they're asleep." I had a lot of fun thinking of what to write for this, but the idea of making it like one of those fairytale kisses where the prince kisses their fated lover and everything just suddenly seems to be good won out-

Long before the Mondstadt of today existed, there was once a lonely boy whose eyes shone of seaglass and had hair spun of the finest flaxen thread. Born of the earth and the dreams of a lost nation, he set out with his master, his mother and creator to discover more about life.

He was little more than a child then, unsure of the world and its secrets, eager to discover more but every new experience making him cower. Yet with this apprehension, he took each step in calculated pride.

‘The true nature of this land will unfold as you move on, ■■■■■■.’

He didn’t quite understand what it was she meant at the time, instead offering a wide-eyed look and the nod of his head.

The art of creation and the transmutation of the world surrounding.

To be able to take something—a dying branch from a tree, a delicate butterfly—and transform it into something entirely new. An opportunity to take what little life gives and make it into something more.

So the boy dove into his studies, to his master’s delight

With every new discovery shutting away the loneliness, the boy bloomed and grew in skill and curiosity.

There was a time, long after he first was created, that he and his master set foot on the grounds of a great mountain shrouded in chilling winds and ice. ‘A promise.’ She said, staring out at the bleak landscape as he leafed through the few notes he took. She told him, that day on the mountain, that she knew he would achieve more than he could imagine.

-

Albedo’s thoughts were taken the moment his pen plucked from his grasp.

“What’s today’s date?”

His brow creases, lip turning down into a small frown. Surely, it hasn’t been that long since? Between his research and side project, he’s ensured to keep track of his meals, breaks, as well as any notable events.

So, he answers, only to be met with a tap to his nose and an exasperated sigh from his lover.

“You’ve been here since Tuesday, Bedo—it’s Friday morning, come home and rest, please?” You press a kiss to his temple, smoothing out a few stray hairs. They stick right back up. “You’ve done enough work to last a whole month, at least.”

…Perhaps those few power naps he took weren’t naps after all.

“Papa!!”

Upon his return home, a little voice speaks up.

Bright and just as interested in Teyvat as Albedo himself. Colm tugs on his father’s coat, prodding at him with questions about some weed picked out from between the stones of the cobbled road, asking him if he liked the cream cake you slipped him between experiments. Each little inquiry was met with a smile and finally followed by the gentle pressure of his lips to his child’s forehead.

“Mm, yes, the cake was just as delicious as you said it’d be.” To his delight, there was another piece tucked away safe for later.

“We can share!”

But, as all things tend to be, there was a time and a place for everything.

The little pout of Colm’s lip tugs at his heart, Albedo’s resolve only crumbling a bit before he shakes his head. He soothes it by hugging him tightly.

“How about we share it tomorrow for breakfast? Then we can start the day off properly.”

The bribe seems to work well enough, so long as he tells a story before bed.

Nighttime routines seem to go by quick. Teeth brushed, pajamas on, and worn rabbit tucked in beside his son, Albedo finally sits on the edge of the bed. Twin eyes of brilliant green stare back at him.

And with that, Albedo tells his story.

By the time he has fallen asleep, the moon peeks above the rooftops. With Mond quiet for the night, all that’s left is a last second check of the locks before bed. They secure with a click, gently illuminated by candlelight.

With a single exhale the light is extinguished, dousing the house in the dark.

-

You look so peaceful, near ethereal with the moonlight shining through the thin curtains and illuminating your face in a gentle light.

But Albedo couldn’t seem to bring himself to move closer. After all, this is the kind of thing that princes do—rescuing their fated lover from an indefinite sleep, braving the dangers to risk it all in the name of a love that they’ve never known before, the pursuit of a happy end.

Not him, aside from his namesake, not an alchemist from the city of Freedom.

His mind drifts back to that half-written draft.

It isn’t until after a moment longer of watching you sleep at peace that he leans in.

Lips touch in the gentlest brush, savoring the softness of yours, the familiar feeling. In his chest he can feel the way his heart flutters and rejoices. He finds himself retreating all too soon. Through half-lidded eyes, Albedo takes in the sight of you, your lips parted gently and features soft, serene.

You lay still. With every breath, your chest rises and falls, a steady rhythm.

“Hm.”

He shifts, careful as he adjusts his position until he has you snugly in his arms.

Though his life is nothing like the fairy tales that he tells his son, Albedo rests peacefully with the fact that he has found his happy ending.

[madeofcc]

Your OCs are invited to a movie night and asked to bring snacks. What will they bring?

Oooooh ♥ That's actually a fun question ! Thanks a lot @someone-elsa ♥

Let's say it's a Britchester movie night so it includes Destiny, Leïla, Hiro, Milo and Aïssa .

Destiny would be the one bringing ice cream and weed ... Yep, Des discovered the power of marijuana and it helps her a lot to eat and sleep and she's craving for coffee ice cream when she's stoned so ...

Leïla would bring some homemade stuff like cookies or msemen (arabic bread). She always love to bring homemade food/stuff to her friends.

Hiro is totally the kind to bring booze and pringles as he always forget about the party and takes care of it in the last minutes ...

Milo is usually the kind to organize the party so when he's invited he brings weed as well and more movies or TV shows in case the previous selected one is dumb.

Aïssa doesn't have to bring anything. Her presence is already enough :)

[foramomentonly]

Saved-A Meet Ugly

Author’s Note: Behold, the promised meet ugly inspired by @aewriting ! Blatantly stealing titles from early aughts teen films of my youth at this point.

Summary: Alex discovers a) his new roommate is a Christian Fundamentalist who hates him, b) he’s love with said roommate, and c) he’s super wrong.

 CW: negative perspective on organized Christianity/Fundamentalism

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Alex meets his dormmate briefly in the hall as he and his parents are heading out to lunch. Michael Guerin is friendly, his barely-contained, nervous energy evident in the restless way he passes his hands through his close-cropped curls. His parents are formal, bordering on sour, and they glare at Alex’s eyeliner and polished fingernails with disdain. They don’t invite him to eat with them. Then again, Alex thinks as they part and he wanders towards the room he’ll share with Michael, his own father didn’t even bother to drop him off at school. Glass houses, or some shit like that.

Michael has claimed the left side of the room, his bed neatly made up with simple, blue sheets and his desk stuffed with thick textbooks, some already clearly marked with wear. A battered, clunky-looking laptop charges on his nightstand. Some secret tension in Alex slowly uncoils with the knowledge that he isn’t sharing living space with some rich prick; when he eschewed the Manes family military tradition for higher education, Alex left home with little more than his scholarships and a military duffle stuffed with clothes and stolen linens to his name. Knowing his days of watching douchebags like Kyle Valenti flaunt expensive tokens of their parents’ unconditional love are over is a small comfort. 

That is, until Alex notices the crucifix resting on Michael's plaid pillowcase. It’s innocuous enough; Liz Ortecho's small home has plenty, family heirlooms hung as reverently as Texas gas station finds, and Alex counts her among his true family. But the facts fall into place like thundering dominos—Michael’s parents' disgust at Alex's makeup, the family's conservative clothes, Michael's closely-chopped hair and, after a bit of snooping, the two well-worn Bibles Alex finds, one in Michael's nightstand and the other on his small bookshelf. Fundamentalists, most likely. Alex swears loud and defiant into the empty room. He thought he'd left bigots and homophobes in his dust, but like a plague of fucking locusts, they followed him, and here he is about to share a sink with one of them. 

But Alex also knows better than most that kids aren’t always carbon copies of their parents’ stupidity; he’d flip his shit if someone assumed they knew literally anything about his beliefs based on his asshole father. So when Michael returns to the room Alex is in stealth mode, spread out across his bed and feigning disinterest by flipping through his welcome packet, tracking Michael’s movements out of the corner of his eye. Michael blows a loud puff of air out through his lips and looks like he’s about to flop onto his bed. When he sees the crucifix, he freezes; Alex is about to celebrate a victory against religious indoctrination when Michael lifts the small cross reverently off his pillow and, after an appraising scan of his space, hangs it low on the wall above his nightstand, dragging his school-issued lamp in front of it. He jerks his chin down in a small nod of satisfaction before his eyes dart quickly over to Alex; he almost catches Alex in a glower. Instead, Alex is quietly seething over an intramural sports schedule, his face blank, eyes burning holes in the middle of the page. He figures he’s in the clear when he hears Michael’s bedsprings creak with the sudden weight of his body. Alex glances up and Michael is crossing his arms lazily behind his head. He lets out a loud, satisfied sigh and shoots Alex a disarmingly sincere grin.

“Free at last, huh?” he drawls, and Alex arches a cold brow.

“Sure.”

Alex has every intention of icing Michael out of his daily existence, but as months go by—months where Michael lets his curls grow wild, rambles on and on about the science of irrigation, offers Alex his extensive biology notes for midterms, and laughs loud and deep at all of Alex’s snarky asides—Alex finds himself smiling easily at Michael in return, willingly passing lazy lunch hours and weekend afternoons with him. It comes down to this: for all Michael hasn’t done—the crucifix is an ever-present shadow above his nightstand and weekly video check-ins with his parents are never missed—he just doesn’t fit the mold. He smokes weed on the abandoned picnic tables behind the dorm at night, signs every social justice-oriented pledge and petition shoved at him on a cheap, plastic clipboard on their way to class, and he never wakes up before noon on Sundays. He isn’t fire and brimstone, hate and hellfire. He’s marshmellow fluff; laid back and open, sweet and eager to please, all messy curls and broad shoulders and goofy smiles with too much teeth and—oh, fuck. Alex is in love with him. 

Alex is in love with Michael and Michael probably thinks Alex deserves to burn in hell and it’s Kyle all over again. Alex was never in love with Kyle Valenti, but he loved him the way a neglected, angry little boy would love the popular, gregarious kid who was his only source of sunlight. Graciously. Blindly. Kyle was Alex’s best friend, and when middle school puberty made evident that Kyle was a stud and Alex was, well. Alex felt the betrayal of Kyle’s sudden targeted cruelty like a punch to the gut, long before Kyle or his new friends ever laid hands on him. And now, Alex realizes, Michael is his best friend and his heart’s deepest desire and, he’s finally ready to admit, who he jerks off to on lazy mornings after Michael’s barely made it out the door for his 8 a.m. class with a shirt on. Alex is well and truly fucked. “Damned” is too on the nose.

Then one day Alex is dragging his miserably-in-love ass back from class and he totally misses the tie that slipped from the doorknob onto the ugly carpet in front of their door and he opens it on Michael and some random guy going at it on Michael’s bed, sheets bunched at the foot of the mattress, shirts tossed inside out on the floor, and Michael’s hand deep down the guy’s jeans as he pants and whines into Michael’s mouth.

“Shit!” Alex cries, waffling between shutting the door behind him to shield them from the prying eyes of hallway passers-by or in front of him to shut himself out of his own room. “I-I’m so sorry.”

Michael looks flustered, but it’s not the bone-deep terror of being outed; Alex is intimately familiar with that darkest timeline of queer identity. His boyfriend—hook up?—just looks annoyed. His dark eyes glare at Alex and he snaps, “Do you mind, man?” with a sharp nod towards the door. Alex squares his jaw and opens his mouth to retort when Michael says softly, seriously, “Don’t talk to him like that,” shaking his head at his bedmate. The guy huffs in disbelief, rolling off the bed to pull on his shirt, still inside out, and fasten his jeans, brushing his fingers through messy, deep brown hair. 

“You’re seriously kicking me out right now?” he murmurs low, and when Michael doesn't answer, he spits, “You are such a dick.”

Michael winces and bites his lip, normally bright eyes dim and gaze cast down towards his own hands. The sight of Michael cowed, flushed and hurt and getting told off by the same Hot Topic reject who was getting off with him not five minutes ago trips Alex's long-dormant kill switch. He steps into the guy's space, pulling back his shoulders so his shirt stretches tight over the muscles of his arms and chest, and draws up to his full height.

"You have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of our room," Alex says, voice low and eerily calm, even to his own ears. The guy glowers at Alex, but the corner of his mouth twitches and he blinks first, intimidation evident in his narrowed eyes. He brushes past Alex and slams the door behind him.

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, moving closer to Michael on instinct and setting a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. Michael gazes up at him with wide, honey eyes, opens his soft, pink mouth, and blurts, "I love you."

Alex blinks, gapes, and what comes out of his mouth is an incredulous, “But I’m gay!”

Michael snorts, cups Alex’s forearm gently and runs his palm up and down his skin, the soft hair on his arms.

“Yeah, I know. That’s kinda why I’m hoping I have a shot.” He pauses, hesitation creeping across his face, and he takes his hand off of Alex abruptly, as though he hadn’t quite realized he’d put it there in the first place. “If you’re not interested, I totally—”

“No, no, I am,” Alex says, and the wattage of Michael’s answering grin could power the university’s electric grid for the rest of the semester. “But I thought you were, like, Team Westboro or whatever.”

Michael’s face falls, his whole body withers, and he hugs his arms around his naked waist. The impact of Alex's words on Michael horrify him, and he drops onto the bed next to Michael, takes Michael's hand in his and strokes his thumb across it’s back, feels the knots of Michael’s knuckles as he grips Alex's hand in return.

“Why the hell would you think that?” Michael asks, staring at their palms pressed together in his lap.

Alex shrugs, answers, "I mean, I didn't. I don't. Not about, like, you." Michael turns his head, brow wrinkled in confusion. "It's just. The cross? The Bibles? Your parents, I—"

"They're not my parents, "Michael interrupts, voice flat. "They raised me, but. They never formally adopted me, and I'd have fucking run the other direction if I thought they were gonna."

Alex stays quiet, waits for Michael to continue, squeezes his hand gently to let Michael know he's listening.

"They're Fundamentalist assholes, for sure, but I never bought into that shit, especially once I—I realized I like more than just girls." Michael reaches out, pushes his lamp out of the way and glares at the crucifix. "I'd love to never see their fucking faces ever again, but winter break is coming up, and then summer vacation, and—" He hangs his head, nearly whispers, "I need to have a place to go. I can't afford an apartment on my own yet. So I play nice. Put that on my wall and make sure it's in the background for video calls. There’s, like, zero support for kids who age out of the system alone. I fucking hate it, but I need them." 

Michael leans his head close to Alex's, catches his gaze and holds it with deep, whiskey-colored eyes Alex all but falls into.

"I'm not ashamed of what I like or who I love," he says, "and I'm so fucking in love with you, Alex. I just thought maybe you weren't into me."

Alex licks his lips, and a flush of arousal darkens his cheeks as Michael tracks the movements of his tongue with hungry concentration.

"I'm extremely into you," he says, his throat very suddenly bone dry, his voice husky. Michael's gaze hasn't moved from his lips, but he has flipped Alex's hand in his lap, starts running slow, feather-light brushes of his fingertips across Alex's palm and up his arm, fingers snaking under the short sleeve of Alex's shirt.

"I really wanna kiss you," Michael breathes, "but I’m also aware you just walked in on me hooking up with, like, Alex Manes-lite, so I—"

Alex closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Michael's and cupping his neck, fingers finding their way into Michael's curls like he's been fantasizing about for so long. They're silky, clingy, and Michael tastes like lingering mouthwash and he smells like rain and Alex presses himself into Michael's lap, desperate to feel Michael's arms around his waist, the hard press of his chest against Alex's.

"I really want to do more than kiss you," Alex pants when they reluctantly part for air, when Michael’s fingers slip beneath his shirt and his nails scrape down Alex’s spine, and Alex feels the touch much lower on the geography of his skin.

Michael laughs, loud and free, and his strong hands on Alex's hips guide his legs apart until Alex is straddling his lap, those same hands pushing Alex's shirt up his chest, over his head.

"Thank God," Michael laughs, and reaches for Alex's belt.

[actress4him]

Querencia 4 - Lost

(Prompt #5 for Summer of Whump) Taglist: @darthsutrich Previous | Next | Masterlist

Warnings: referenced parental abandonment, prison vibes, fantastic prejudice,  referenced fire, needles, non consensual microchipping of a human, blisters, mild blood . .

Many things change over the three years that Liliana spends in the facility. Her personality, for one. She doesn’t feel like she even has one anymore. She’s been reduced to somewhat of a zombie, forced not to desire anything outside of books, tv, school work, and endless wandering of the sterile hallways. At one point she started singing in her room, just for the chance to use her voice on occasion and to try to hang on to some sliver of her past life, but the guy next door complained and she had to stop that, too.

Now she finds it difficult to even speak when the staff addresses her, she does it so rarely.

Other things about her have changed, too. She doesn’t cry herself to sleep every night anymore. She stopped hoping that her parents would change their minds and come for her a long time ago.

But the most significant change is something less personal, something that, whether they know it at the time or not, affects every single resident. Liliana sees it happening on tv, on the news stations that Papá used to obsess over.

It all starts with a live broadcast of a fire started by a Non. Firefighters are doing their best to contain the blaze and not let it take over downtown, but they’re struggling. Police officers are evacuating terrified people as quickly as they can.

Suddenly, the fire starts to die. A layer of ice is forming over the building, crawling up the walls, dousing the flames as it goes. Everyone stops in their tracks, watching, dumbfounded. The reporter is sputtering, exclaiming how it doesn’t seem possible. Soon enough, the entire, charred building is covered in thick blue ice, and someone has located the man responsible for it. Another Non.

He’s taken in for questioning, of course. He’s a Non, after all. 

But no one can deny the fact that he just saved countless buildings and probably multiple lives. It’s all anyone on tv can talk about for the next week. The ice Non is eventually released and starts making appearances, speaking out against the biased treatment of Nons in a way that no one has successfully done before. 

For Liliana, it’s the first glimmer of hope she’s had since first discovering her own power. 

Emboldened by the ice Non’s stand, other Nons start showing off their own powers, saving people left and right. Many are still too nervous to let their actual identities be discovered, hiding behind hoods and masks and quickly disappearing whenever cameras show up. Others seek out the reporters and boldly proclaim that not everyone with powers is evil.

And just like that, the world is turned on its head once again. Nons aren’t Nons anymore, they’re Supers. People are fawning over their favorite new heroes, giving them nicknames and creating merch. 

Yes, there are still bad Supers out there. Yes, people are still afraid of them. And there are plenty of people who haven’t quite accepted this new outlook on Nons in general, still think they should be kept under tabs, that they could show their ‘true colors’ at any time.

In the midst of all of this, Liliana is left wondering what it means for her and the other residents. Will they be free to go? Will they be put into actual foster care now? Will their parents finally realize how wrong they were about them?

She gets her answer on her eighteenth birthday, over a year after this all began. Her day starts with being paged to the infirmary, where the nurse preps the inside of her elbow with an alcohol wipe with no explanation whatsoever before picking up what looks like a very large needle and plunges it in.

Liliana gasps and tries not to yank away. The injection only takes a second, and the nurse tosses the tool to the side and hands her a bandage to stick over the hole left behind.

“Wha-” She clears her throat, trying to keep her voice from rasping. “What was that?”

“Microchip.” The nurse busies herself at the computer, clicking and typing. “New protocols for residents finally came through. Perfect timing for you, turning eighteen and all. Your mutation is classified ‘not dangerous’, so you get a microchip and you get to leave.”

Leave. She gets to leave this place, finally. To go and live her own life, however and wherever she wants. The feelings that bubble up inside of her at the thought are barely recognizable, it’s been so long since she’s felt any of them.

“But...I don’t have any money. Or...or anything else.”

The nurse strides to the door and opens it wide, her cue to leave. “Not our problem.”

An hour later, she’s standing on the sidewalk outside of the facility with her backpack of what few belongings she has left slung over her shoulders. The world stretches out before her, wide and inviting and unknown and terrifying. 

When she went into the facility she was just a kid. For the last three years she’s been a prisoner.

Now she has no idea who or what she is. 

Where is a person who is and has nothing supposed to go in the world?

Liliana starts walking. She walks until the ill-fitting shoes they gave her when she outgrew her last pair give her blisters. She walks until she starts seeing things that she vaguely recognizes from a lifetime ago.

She walks until she ends up on a different sidewalk outside of a different building, one that should be much more familiar to her than it seems right now.

The green siding is yellow now. There are different flowers growing in the beds beside the porch. There’s a fence peeking out from behind the house that was never there before.

And the woman kneeling in the yard, pulling weeds, is a young woman with red hair and a wide-brimmed hat.

Not her Mamá.

“Can I help you, sweetheart?” the woman who’s not Mamá asks, smiling.

Liliana’s voice has gone into hiding. She’s not sure if and when it will come out again. So she just shakes her head, slowly, and keeps walking.

She walks until the blisters on her feet burst and bleed inside the ill-fitting shoes. She walks until darkness falls and street lights blink on. She walks until she no longer sees anything familiar.

She figures that someone who is and has nothing probably belongs somewhere like nowhere.

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A Thorough Dissection of Snapcube’s “Sonic The Hedgehog (2006)” Dub and its Recurring Themes and Plots

I have organized this into two main plot threads, one recurring theme that aids both plots, and a series of noteworthy jokes and/or bits that add story cohesion to the dub as a whole. Luckily for me, Shadow T. Hedgehog himself brought about a generic theme message of the dub inside the dub itself, so that was part of my work alleviated from me. For the sake of the post being long as hell, all the information will be placed under a readmore.

STORY THREAD: THE FORTNITE GAMING SAGA

8:00 - The first mention of Fortnite. 8:13 - The introduction of alternate Battle Royales and their existence in the dub. This does not necessarily include real Battle Royales such as PUBG, instead branching off into fictional works, such as Doki Doki Literature Club Battle Royale. 8:55 is where we get the first mention of Tilted Towers. Eggman is revealed to also like Fortnite, and Rouge's username is leaked. 13:43 - It is revealed that Memphis Tennessee is also an avid Fortnite gamer, and we see his gamer pad. 14:49 - "That just makes you a beta cuck." Not FULLY related to the plot, but worth mentioning because it is gold. 16:38 - Sonic defends the integrity of the real best Battle Royale, Tetris 99. 17:28 - The future of Fortnite is revealed. 17:56 - Rouge starts her plan to create her own Battle Royale. 22:52 - The world on fire, seen in Elise’s That’s So Raven moments, is revealed to be caused by Sonic's Battle Royale soundtrack. 25:55 - Eggman sends Sonic and co. into “Fortnite Minecraft” for the PS4. This is never elaborated upon. 26:58 - Alfred somehow predicts Fallout 76 Battle Royale before it was revealed. Because he is Alfred, and that is the magic of the dubs. 27:11 - Elise's key role in the perfect Battle Royale is revealed, establishing a more solid character motive for Eggman. 29:29 - Tails discovers Rouge's Battle Royale, and Sonic inserts himself as the main character. 38:19 - Memphis shows off his new Fortnite map. 41:19 - Omega shows a distaste for Fortnite, the first character thus far to do so, and plans to stop it from being the top game of 2018. 42:02 - Shadow asks Todd Howard to publish his game, and it is revealed that Shadow was made by Todd Howard as part of a Battle Royale. 48:49 - It's revealed that the purple and yellow energies are being used to power Fortnite. 51:55 - The Duke attempts to revive Elise using the gamer gems, but the gamer piss kills her. However, she is revived shortly after. 1:00:22 - Eggman's Fortnite account is hacked, and he has a birth of cactuses out of his asshole. 1:01:33 - Memphis realizes he has more gamer potential than anticipated, and moves far beyond Fortnite, disregarding the new map he made. 1:04:53 - Fortnite is destroyed by anonymous hackers, and Eggman's social security becomes someone else's. 1:21:25 - Elise takes Sonic to see the Flame of Gamers, and they extinguish it together. 1:23:06 - Game over.

Overall conclusion of this thread: No matter how well-intentioned a conflict may be (Fortnite vs PUBG vs Tetris 99), all that a conflict can breed is hate. Casualties may arise (Elise, Eggman’s social security), and outside groups (the hackers) are bound to take advantage of conflicting parties for their own gain.

STORY THREAD: SHADOW'S MARITAL AFFAIRS

30:33 - It is revealed that Shadow and Rouge had a wedding once. 32:16 - Shadow describes this arc before it truly begins. 35:27 - The power of Za Warudo unites Shadow and Sonic in marriage, though chaos ensues at the question of who is the bride. 35:59 - Shadow reveals his love for Memphis Tennessee, and they kiss off screen. 38:24 - Shadow asks Memphis on a date. 39:21 - We see the first sign of strain in Memphis and Shadow's relationship. 40:45 - Omega confesses his feelings for Shadow. 44:42 - Shadow and Silver do A Gay Thing together. 51:12 - Shadow obtains a portable Memphis. And what do you know? The perfect shape. 56:38 - Omega gets his revenge for Memphis for stealing Shadow. 58:29 - Rouge and Omega bond over the friend zone. 1:03:40 - Memphis voices his regret over dating Shadow, and chooses to instead fuck his clones. 1:06:14 - Sonic first recognizes Silver's status as a twink. This comes into play later, when Sonic is revived. 1:13:29 - Memphis unleashes his ultimate gay power, technically making Shadow his boyfriend again. 1:18:28 - The gay gems revive Sonic, and he forms a polyamorous marriage with Silver and Shadow.

Overall conclusion: Being gay is good. Try it some time.

RECURRING THEME: WEED AND VAPING

28:32 - This is the first mention of Knuckles' desire for weed, a joke returning from the first dub. Sonic establishes himself as a weed smoker. 29:39 - Rouge reveals her weed stash to Shadow, firmly cementing that she is not a dealer. If she was, she would’ve given it to Knuckles (for a price). 31:57 - "YOU HAD THE WEED THE WHOLE TIME?!" 36:50 - A robot asks for weed. Yeah. I did notice this. 37:21 - Rouge offers Omega some weed, and once weed.exe downloads, he short circuits in a beautiful display of Alfred’s note-holding capabilities. 40:29 - Omega is revealed to have the ability to inebriate others through his presence, as shown by Memphis’s red eyes. 41:46 - Omega asks for more weed. He does not get it. 43:53 - Shadow uses weed to slow time. This is the first display of weed having supernatural abilities. 54:22 - Shadow encourages young Elise to vape, and ties the themes together into an essential message about freedom... or whatever. 57:32 - Omega once again reveals his incredible dependency on Rouge's weed. He should get his own supplier instead of leeching off Rouge. 1:10:44 - Memphis obtains the Corrupted Weed Gem and uses it to McMurder Sonic. He does it entirely by accident, though.

Thematic message: “All living things deserve freedom... Freedom to weed, to vape, to Fortnite... That’s what we’re all tying into, I think. That’s the central message.”

Other Recurring Jokes of Note: Instant Ramen: 9:35 - 9:58 - 10:12 - 36:46 - 46:15 Finding The Computer Room: 7:55 - 17:49 - 41:59 - 1:00:10 The Ice Cream Air Ship: 7:24 - 55:08 - 1:05:17 My Bed Is Made Of Scorpions: 0:31 - 1:13:50 "One": 2:57 - 7:13 - 22:44 Tell It In Excruciating Detail: 17:00 - 21:45 Amy Making Murder Threats: 24:00 - 34:12 - 1:16:16 Characters Surprised By Their Own Abilities: 5:51 - 7:21 - 1:11:27 - 1:15:40 Pumpkin Hill: 18:11 - 24:39 - 1:14:52 Omega's Counting Habits: 1:00:53 - 1:01:49 - 1:04:26

Overall, Snapcube’s dub of “Sonic the Hedgehog (2006)” delivers a message of self discovery and personal freedoms. We all have issues that might bog us down, and we may suffer from insomnia. But one thing that unites us all (other than Pumpkin Hill) is the idea of personal growth. Whether that comes through game development, an exploration of sexuality, learning that you have hands, or letting a child vape, there’s something for all of us in the Computer Room of Discovery. And once we find the computer room, we can code our future.

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Aight, time for Icy's headcanons!

- She's the eldest Trix and she absolutely uses this as an excuse to order Darcy and Stormy around.

- Her real name is Azurine. Her classmates choose the nickname 'Icy' for her after seeing her do magic for the first time and she just went along with it.

- She was born on the Ice Kingdom, but her family moved to Whisperia when she was 7. Her father was an ambassador for the Ice Kingdom, but after seeing Whisperia for the first time during one of his travels, he fell in love with its beauty and decided to go live there with his family.

- She used to be a fairy, but decided to become a witch at the age of 15. Losing her wings left two scars between her shoulder blades.

- The reason behind this choice is the fact that she didn't feel comfortable as a fairy anymore and that, after meeting Darcy, she'd been fascinated by dark magic and witches.

- Even if she would never admit it, she became a witch mostly because she didn't want to get separated from Darcy after middle school.

- Her family wasn't happy with her choice and always blamed it on Darcy. This is why Icy hasn't talked with them since leaving Whisperia for Magix.

- Darcy was her first real friend. There are no secrets between the two of them and they'd both risk their lives to save the other.

- She's 180 cm/5'9" and wears heels to reach Darcy's height. Darcy does the same thing to keep on being taller than her.

- She's ticklish.

- She and Stormy pull pranks on one another at least once a week. It's a war that started in their first year together at CT and none of them is planning on giving up anytime soon.

- She smokes when she's nervous. When she feels especially anxious, she steals from Darcy's weed stash.

- Differently from other witches, she can heal with her magic too. It's the only thing that still ties her to her old fairy powers.

- She can do water magic too (she did so in s1e26) and, although it's easier to control, she feels more comfortable with using ice instead.

- She's insomniac and relies on Darcy's help to fall asleep. They talk for hours, until Icy eventually falls asleep against Darcy's side.

- She had a dragon phase when she was 10. Sometimes she still wishes she had her own pet dragon.

- She's bisexual.

- She does both Darcy's and Stormy's make up.

- She and Darcy used to fight over the Valedictorian title a lot back in CT.

- She can forge notes in anyone's handwriting.

- She loves reading. She possesses a never-ending collection of books from many different planets, Earth included.

- She often quotes her favourite writers.

- Even after the Trix lost the Battle of Magix, the Dragon Flame didn't leave her. Bloom can still sense it in her, and the Flame bounds them in a way that neither of them fully understands.

- The Dragon Flame increased her body temperature and power level. It also gave her a limited control over fire magic.

- After Bloom was kidnapped by fake Avalon, Icy spent a lot of time keeping her company and talking about the most disparate things.

- In that time she also discovered that they share some common interests. Sometimes she misses talking with Bloom about them.

- She found Frostbite in an abandoned box when he was still as small as a common lizard. The plan was to take care of him until he grew big and strong enough to take care of himself, but by that time she'd become too fond of him to let him go.

- She doesn't listen to music often, but when she does it's usually vaporwave, hard rock or heavy metal.

- When she sleeps next to someone, she always hogs the blanket.

- She's a decent cook.

- She's a great ice skater and won a ton of trophies and medals. She keeps them all exposed in a display cabinet in her room.

- She can speak 7 different languages.