#hi i'm dov

[howthemoonscreams]

[good evening! how the moon screams tonight...]

[my name is Dov. you pronounce it like “dove”, as in, “the silly goose dove into the lake.”]

[this space is a den of sorts for me to live and bark and howl about things that make my tail wag!]

[there aren’t very many things I know about myself yet. here are a few of those things.]

[I am not a human or an animal - I am a beast. I don’t always take the same form, but my preferred form is akin to a werewolf. two legs, claws, big sharp teeth and drool and the like.]

[sometimes I like to call myself a dog because dogs are silly and I’m silly but I’m not really a dog, I’m a beast.]

[I am a fully-grown male and in human terms I am “gay” and “queer" when it comes to the way I love. I have always been grateful to be a male but I also think transgender/nonbinary people and beasts and creatures are so wonderful and if that or any kind of “queerness” upsets you, you may want to get out of my den, because I would guess that having your beautiful bones added to my collection would upset you more.]

[my home is somewhere in a deep dark forest filled with pine trees and crystal blue lakes and jagged shadowy mountains and wet dirt and carcasses and skulls and bones and treasures to find and moths and misty wind and deep caves and deer and bison and squirrels for me to snack on and wolves and foxes and hawks to play with]

[it is a wonderful and beautiful thing to be a beast, but it is also sometimes a very sad and lonely thing. humans are afraid of me and disgusted by me, and I don’t know if there are any other beasts like me out there. I would love love love to learn how to feels to “make friends”. come say hi and send asks and messages and bark and give a big ol sniff I definitely do bite but very gently if I like you and also I give lots of hugs]

(DISCLAIMER: this account is rp but based in truth. Dov is a beast, but please interact with the respect and courtesy you’d give anyone else!)

(DNI: any kind of queerphobes, pedos, zoos, which should be obvious. will likely post nsfw, so minors will be blocked. otherwise will judge on an individual basis)

(go back to my human blog: @elvenjones)

[fieldsobrietypractice]

Resurgence of indie sleaze meaning that American apparel is back with a different name and a worse size range🔪. I think we need to start being way fucking meaner to designers who refuse to produce sizes for most human beings. Like we know heroine chic had a body count so let's make designers who push thinness as an ideal live in fear.

[sharry-arry-odd]

"Next time, we fail better."

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, by Gabrielle Zevin

[wings-of-ink]

Progress and Updates!

Hello my dears! I hope you are all doing well. I wanted to just make a wee post with some info on where Chapter 6 stands currently as well as some other bits of GOOD news and a couple fun things for subscribers in April. (Little sneak peak below too!)

Chapter 6 is sitting at 52k words! And there's...uh, a ways to go yet. I have begun the third segment which is probably going to be the largest. It's the bit with the most coding as well. Everything is outlined and planned, and I just need the time and energy to bring it to life.

Though Chapter 6 is gonna be a biggun, Chapter 7 will be more streamlined story (a bit like how Chapter 4 was). So, I think it will be quicker to write over all. I would love to release it soon after Chapter 6, but I'm not sure how plausible that will be. There's still too much in the air yet, but that's my goal.

The GOOD NEWS is - I'm working with a character artist! More details will follow later, but I'm currently compiling references and then we'll get to business, lol. I'm very excited for this, but I feel like I am rubbish and finding adequate references, so it's a learning experience for me.

Also a learning experience for me has been this whole year so far. I do apologize for not being as present on Tumblr as I was in the past and that my asks are still a bit restricted, but I'm mitigating a lot these days between myself and my partner. Chief among these is mental and physical health, and making a balance in life to keep us going during the current state of things. Just know that I am still kicking around here and I do check my inbox and respond whenever I can to general questions. I am still learning how to balance having subscribers as well. A lot of this comes down to my energy levels which have not bounced back much since winter.

Anyway, on to more fun things...if you are interested in Ko-fi or Patreon for April, on the 15th, three extras will available. Our focus this month was on our beloved fathers with a bonus for Oswin. The "Crow" Tier will feature some cute highlights from Kip and Dov getting accustomed to life as parents. The "Raven" Tier will feature 1 extra with the fathers that contains spicy content. This story will also be posted without the spice in case you just want to read a little bit about their romance (and not walk away scarred for life). If the daddy spice is not for you, I am also posting a short and spicy extra for Oswin (solo).

Voting will begin soon to determine May's content for both tiers!

In the meantime, here's a little sample of Ch 6:

You look to Oswin thinking he will try to break up this contest, but to your shock, he is trying not to laugh. His cheeks are puffed as he holds it in. Aster just glares back. "How clever." "You're welcome," Duri says with a big smile. "Nothing wrong with a pet name." Oswin nods. "I agree, it's endearing." You look at Oswin as he remains hunched over his meal. You tried to call him Yari when you were kids because he always shortened your name to Ravi… [[You want to give him a pet name.]] [[His name works just fine.]]

Can anyone guess what Duri decided to "affectionately" call Aster? ^_^

[linda-likes-to-draw]

[AU] Bad End (and Failsave)

(Edit: I forgot to give proper context lol)

Context: During the Showdown in Apocrypha between Chrysanthe and Miraak, Miraak gains the upper hand before Chry could fully use Bend Will to save Miraak who heavily wounds him, leaving Chry unable to Shout successfully. Feeling betrayed by Chrysanthe after his first use of Bend Will, Miraak electrocutes Chrysanthe to death(before taking his Soul obviously).

However, due to Chrysanthe being the main protagonist (player character) of Skyrim, Chrysanthe's “save file” corrupts after his death and resets him back to the start of the vanilla game (no mods). My idea is that Chrysanthe still has his memories and that's why he looks so shocked, but that is up to your interpretation.

Bonus:

As always, GOL HAH DOV by @99corentine !

(P.S. I'm aware Chrysanthe has a custom modded intro (A Warlock's Thrall). This comic is made purely bc I wanted to see Chry in a vanilla Skyrim experience lol)

[cucumber-icepop]

Website spoilers under the cut! Every password I could think to try, being updated as I go

If you input the password "Cipher" it takes you to the Wikipedia page for Triangles, and if you put in "Bill" it takes you to a Youtube video of a Sesame Street song about triangles!

"Billcipher" takes you to the Wikipedia page for the eye of providence

"Ford" takes you to a page written by scientists(?) discussing his hands.

"Euclydia" brings up the text "DIMENSION NOT FOUND" :(

"Alex" takes you to the Google search page for flannel. Cool

"Pines" brings up the text "A GOOD FAMILY TREE"

"Stan" brings up an Ebay page for brass knuckles. (This happens with "Stanley" too!)

"Blanchin" brings up a Youtube video on how to "blanch" vegtables.

"Dipper" brings up a slip of paper written by Bill telling him that he needs to stare directly into the sun to crack some of the codes in the book.

"Mabel" puts star stickers all over the webpage!

"McGucket" brings up the Cotton Eye Joe song on Youtube.

"Soos" brings up a few pages written by Soos about what it's like being the new Mr. Mystery. There's pudding on the page

"Pinata" (a code suggested in Soos' letter) pulls up a video of a Bill pinata being beaten, Alex is voicing him in the video. Get him!!!!

"Baby" pulls up a Bill ultrasound????????????

"Blindeye" pulls up an image WITH CODES!!!!!!!! LET'S GOOOOO

"Prism" doesn't work, but corrupts the prism on the screen.

"Gideon" pulls up audio of Gideon singing.

"Pacifica" brings up a letter written by Pacifica (and Mabel!!)

"Season 1" brings up text about "Season -1" of "Antigravity Falls"

"Season 2" brings up "Season 1", and "Season 3" brings up "Season 2". There is no easter bunny there is no tooth fairy

"Divorce" brings up the O'Sadley's logo (the beer Bill drinks) and a zip file???????? The zip file is just the png of the logo

"Wendy" pulls up a page where Wendy tricks the viewer.

"Robbie" brings up a chatlog between him and Thompson, they summon Bill

"Reality" brings up the text "IS AN ILLUSION"

"Universe" brings up the text "HOLOGRAM"

"Rat" brings up text saying "THURBURTS' NUMBER?"

"Weird" brings up A VIDEO OF WEIRD AL?????

"Gravityfalls" brings up text saying "NEVER HEARD OF IT"

"Waddles" brings up a website called "Pig Placement Network". It's a pig adoption website!

"Death" brings up text saying "LIFE'S GOTH COUSIN"

"Life" brings up text saying "LIFE: 72% COMPLETE. NOW LOADING: DEATH"

"Axolotl" brings up text reading "YOU ASK ALOTL QUESTIONS"

"Fuck" brings up a picture reading: NOT S&P APPROVED! WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP" and a picture of soap lmaooooo. This also happens if you type in "Shit"

"Thebookofbill" pulls up text reading "HIDE IT UNDER SHIRT DURING PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE" ??????

"Mason" (I can't believe it took me this long to try that) brings up a page written by Dipper where he writes some anagrams. Ford has written something about a Cryptogram Codex on the bottom of the page.

"Cryptogram Codex" causes another zip file to be instantly downloaded. It contains different fonts for some of the codes used in TBoB!

"Theraprism" brings up this image

Very cool

"Love" brings up an image of Bill's stupid romance novel

"Journal3" pulls up text reading "THE JOURNAL FOR ME"

"Journal2" pulls up text reading "THE JOURNAL FOR YOU"

"Journal1" brings up text reading "THE JOURNAL OF FUN". Journal is looking less and less like a word to me

"Sorry" brings up the full picture of Ford and McGucket in college. What if I cried

"God" pulls up a video of a Bill statue in an aquarium with an Axolotl

"Lies" brings up a long page written by Bill, where he talks about lying and reality. It ends with a short video of flickering text reading "LIE UNTIL YOU AREN'T LYING ANYMORE".

"Scalene" and "Euclid" both bring up text saying "LIFE FORM NOT FOUND" I'm in shambles

I'm going to end the post here, I've been doing this for an hour, and the people running the main codes Google doc already have most of the results down. Aohurz av hufvul dov ylhkz aopz, zahf dlpyk, huk kypur dhaly!

[argisthebulwark]

TES Summer Fest Day Seven: Companion/Fallen

summary: Tired of being held to unattainable expectations, the Dragonborn turns their back on everyone to be with Miraak. gn reader/Miraak, no gendered pronouns or y/n used. warnings: none! a/n: bit of a continuation from day one :) @tes-summer-fest TES Summerfest Masterlist

"Humanity's greatest warrior has abandoned us!" A sharp voice tinged with fear rings through the marketplace, much to the dismay of its shoppers and merchants. "Mankind will fall to the threat of dragons once more if we do not turn our eyes to the true power of Tamriel - the gods!"

"Mankind should turn their eyes to us, not those useless old men on their mountain." Miraak snorts in your ear, earning a sharp elbow in the ribs. He huffs out a laugh at the rushed way you tug the cowl tighter around your face.

"Don't draw attention." You hiss, shoving likely too many coins into the woman's outstretched hand. Too many alarms are sounding in your mind - there isn't time to worry about counting change. Your singular focus remains on escaping the large city without encountering any trouble.

"The Last Dragonborn has turned against humanity - fallen from grace!" The man's shrieks grate against your last nerve.

Miraak's cavalier attitude does little to help. Adventurous fingers clamber under your cloak and hook into your trousers, dragging you closer until his lips find your ear.

"What worries you, my dragon?" He murmurs, the silky voice doing little to calm your nerves. "I will level this city if anyone upsets you - we could do it together. You shouldn't concern yourself with mankind's useless opinions."

"We've discussed this." You grumble and grasp his wrist, intent on dragging him out of the city's claustrophobic walls. Miraak hurries after you, apparently content to let you boss him around.

"I know, I know - humanity is worth saving, you've said that." He recounts with an especially dramatic sigh. "I'm not allowed to destroy cities or you'll leave me."

"Correct." Even as you voice it, you doubt your conviction; you've already turned your back on the Greybeards, the Blades, and every Jarl across the continent to be with him - is there anything he could do to sever your connection?

"What exactly is your plan, my love? I have no doubt in you, of course - but you must know that I will not be welcomed into Sovngarde."

"If those spirits want Alduin to fall they will make an exception." You grumble, praying that your words will convince the countless heroes waiting in the afterlife - brute force isn't a viable option against the legions that surely await you there.

They must. There is no other option. Regardless of the waves of useless propaganda spreading across Skyrim you refuse to let Alduin lay waste to your home. While the Jarls bicker among themselves and the Greybeards waste time fretting over your lack of mindless obedience you intend to solve the problem, even if they disagree with your methods.

"You will be there with me." You assure Miraak, breath coming a bit easier with each step you take away from the crowded city. His hand slips into yours, calloused fingers a comfort when they squeeze yours.

"That is not what the prophecies have foretold, Mal Dov." He reminds you, voice shakier than expected. When you whip toward him you find those harsh eyes staring straight back at you. "Perhaps I do not deserve the redemption you offer me."

Afternoon slips into an uneasy night, your brain clouded with worry about what the next morning will hold. Your stomach churns as shaky fingers comb over the perfectly arranged weapons and stash of potions - will it be enough? Would an entire calvary be enough to take down the World Eater?

"It is not redemption." You finally utter the words that have rattled around your mind all day. Miraak pauses at your side without speaking but you feel the unmistakable weight of his eyes on you. "I do not intend to bring you to Sovngarde and back to redeem your soul."

"Oh, is it a punishment you seek?" He chuckles but you catch the uneasiness in his voice.

"It is selfish." You whirl to him, suddenly so desperate for him to see how utterly awful you are. Tears claw at your throat when Miraak pauses his actions.

"My love, what do you mean?"

"I cannot do this without you." You swallow back the fucking lump in your throat but tears still sting. "I - I'm not who they wanted me to be, none of them. I'm evil, fallen from grace as that fucking preacher said."

"You are not evil." Leather gloves are cool when Miraak cups your cheeks. "I am evil, yet you chose to let me live - you've let me into your heart, given me a reason to keep breathing." His honeyed words soothe the erratic beating of your heart, face warming when his nose brushes yours. "If you have fallen from grace, I cannot imagine the things they would say of me."

[matan4il]

What's your evidence that Joost Klein harassed Eden at ESC? I've only seen evidence of Joost being harassed by Israeli delegation. And he was an assholeish idiot at the press conference but he wasn't the worst. And can people pleaaase stop spreading the smear campaign the EBU put out about him. He made a rude gesture, that's it.

Hi,

I'm gonna admit that if you saw the Dutch performer's behavior at the press conference, IDK how that doesn't constitute harassment? I mean, the part where he didn't like that the ESC organizers made him sit next to the Israeli singer, and he didn't want to be in the same frame with her, so he covered himself with the Dutch flag wasn't just being an asshole, he was publicly humiliating her, transmitting to everyone what a pariah she is, not based on anything she's said and done, but simply based on her nationality (and this little stunt was obviously going to attract attention, meaning he minded being photographed next to her, but he didn't mind being photographed covered up with the flag like that in the same frame with her, making it clear this wasn't him wanting to avoid political stuff).

In my book, that's bad enough, but then he added insult to injury. Eden was asked a disgusting question by a Polish journalist. He wanted to know whether she considered that she would be putting everyone else at ESC at risk (victim blaming much? Eden was the target of a violent mob besieging her hotel room, and turning her participation into an event requiring security. She didn't ask them to do this, she didn't force them to, she's a 20 year old girl, who has dreamt of representing her country at ESC for years, and when she finally gets to, she's being asked to carry the blame for the violence aimed at her due to her nationality... Imagine asking Ariana Grande after her Manchester Arena performance if she took into account that she was risking the lives of all of her fans, because an Islamist decided to use her event for a terrorist bombing that killed 22 young people, and would she never perform again, now that she was aware of the risk? No, that didn't happen, because it's a disgusting, victim blaming, terrorism-rewarding question). The panel host rightfully grasped that this was a political and harassing question, and told her she didn't have to answer it. Joost Klein then shouting at that, "Why not?" was harassment. He was piling up on the victim blaming, on top of showing zero empathy for a fellow performer targeted for her nationality, in a way he never would have agreed to be himself.

(I think that's last assessment is obvious since we now know he thought, even for a split second, that it was okay to threaten with fists a female camerawoman working for ESC, doing her job, filming the performers when they got off stage after their performances. This was done to the other performers as well, IDK what made Klein think his consent was needed in that moment, since to me it seems implied by agree to represent the Netherlands at ESC, but even if he had the right to refused being filmed, I have no idea what made him believe it was okay to use violent threats against an ESC employee).

I'd like to ask you where did you see "evidence" that Klein was harassed by the Israeli delegation? As far as I'm aware, there was only one vid trying to make that claim, and what was seen in that one, was an Israeli journalist (so, not a part of the performing team), working as a European correspondent (he also covered the war in Ukraine, to give you an idea of what that job entails, so he's a "respectable" journalist, not just a guy with a mic interviewing people for his ESC blog), called Dov Gil-Har (as far as I know, he's aligned with the left politically, so not exactly someone likely to be harassing people out of nationalistic sentiments), who was trying to ask Klein questions. Which... the last time I checked is his duty as a journalist. And Klein refused to answer Gil-Har's questions, which is his prerogative (though I do think it was pretty disgusting when some performers, like the Norwegian ones, refused to give interviews to any Israeli media outlets. Since it's based on nationality, it's once again hateful IMO), but then the Dutch team's manager (or whatever he was) really got in Gil-Har's face, and more than that, because I clearly heard Dov saying, "Don't touch me." Keep in mind, this was after Klein's shameful behavior at the press conference, and also after he missed a rehearsal that day, there were rumors circling around it somehow had something to do with Israel, so it is honestly the most natural thing for Gil-Har as a journalist, that he wanted to ask the Dutch team some questions. That should not have ended with him having to say, "Don't touch me," but to further misconstrue this as him harassing the Dutch team...!? WHAT?

It feels like another instance of DARVO, where the attacker/harasser/abuser shifts the fire away by reversing who was doing the harassment and who was being harassed. Everything we saw on camera was harassment of the Israelis, including even the media, while I've not seen one documentation on film of the Israelis harassing others. Plus, I heard the claim that the Israeli team was harassing everyone, yet we know that some performers didn't feel, act or express themselves that way.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[transmutationisms]

do you have any reading recs (books, ~scholarly articles, whatever) in the same vein as this post? (doesn't need to be a super long list, i'm content to branch off with the works cited of whatever you come up with...) as always, love your blog!! :-)

yes :3 split roughly by subtopic, bolded some favs

Evolution in England prior to (Charles) Darwin

Cooter, Roger. The Cultural Meaning of Popular Science: Phrenology and the Organisation of Consent in Nineteenth Century Britain. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press (1985).

Desmond, Adrian. The Politics of Evolution: Morphology, Medicine, and Reform in Radical London. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1989).

Elliott, Paul. “Erasmus Darwin, Herbert Spencer, and the Origin of the Evolutionary Worldview in British Provincial Scientific Culture, 1770–1850.” Isis 94 (1): 1–29 (2003).

Finchman, Martin. “Biology and Politics: Defining the Boundaries.” In: Lightman, Bernard (Ed.). Victorian Science in Context. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1997), 94–118.

Fyfe, Aileen. Steam-Powered Knowledge: William Chambers and the Business of Publishing, 1820–1860. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2012).

Harrison, James. “Erasmus Darwin’s View of Evolution.” Journal of the History of Ideas 32 (2): 247–64 (1971).

McNeil, Maureen. Under the Banner of Science: Erasmus Darwin and his Age. Manchester: Manchester University Press (1987).

Ospovat, Dov. “The Influence of Karl Ernst von Baer’s Embryology 1828–1859: A Reappraisal in Light of Richard Owen’s and William Benjamin Carpenter’s ‘Palaeontological Application of Von Baer’s Law.’” Journal of the History of Biology 9 (1): 1–28 (1976).

Rehbock, Philip F. The Philosophical Naturalists: Themes in Early Nineteenth-Century British Biology. Madison, WI: University of Wisconsin Press (1983).

Richards, Robert J. Darwin and the Emergence of Evolutionary Theories of Mind and Behaviour. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1987).

Rupke, Nicolaas. Richard Owen: Biology without Darwin. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2009 [ 1994]).

Secord, James. Victorian Sensation: The Extraordinary Publication, Reception, and Secret Authorship of Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2001).

van Wyhe, John. Phrenology and the Origins of Victorian Scientific Naturalism. London: Ashgate (2004).

Winter, Alison. “The Construction of Orthodoxies and Heterodoxies in the Early Life Sciences.” In: Lightman, Bernard (Ed.). Victorian Science in Context. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1997), 24–50.

Yeo, Richard. “Science and Intellectual Authority in Mid-Nineteenth Century Britain: Robert Chambers and Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation.” Victorian Studies 28 (1): 5–31 (1984).

Edinburgh Lamarckians and Scottish transmutationism

Desmond, Adrian. “Robert E. Grant: The Social Predicament of a Pre-Darwinian Transmutationist.” Journal of the History of Biology 17 (2): 189–223 (1984).

Jenkins, Bill. Evolution Before Darwin. Theories of the Transmutation of Species in Edinburgh, 1804–1834. Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press (2019).

Secord, James. “The Edinburgh Lamarckians: Robert Jameson and Robert E. Grant.” Journal of the History of Biology 24 (1): 1–18 (1991).

Corsi, Pietro. ‘Edinburgh Lamarckians? The Authorship of Three Anonymous Papers (1826–1829)’, Journal of the History of Biology 54 (2021), pp. 345–374.

Darwin and Darwinism

Desmond, Adrian and James Moore. Darwin: The Life of a Tormented Evolutionist. New York: W. W. Norton & Company (1994).

van Wyhe, John. “Mind the Gap. Did Darwin Avoid Publishing his Theory for many years?” Notes & Records of the Royal Society 61 (2007), 177–205.

Sloan, Philip R. “Darwin, Vital Matter, and the Transformation of Species.” Journal of the History of Biology 19 (3): 369–445 (1986).

Phillip R. Sloan, “The Making of a Philosophical Naturalist.” In: Hodge, Jonathan and Gregory Radick (Eds.), The Cambridge Companion to Darwin. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press (2009), 17–39.

Sponsel, Alistair. Darwin’s Evolving Identity: Adventure, Ambition, and the Sin of Speculation. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2018).

Young, Robert M. “Malthus and the Evolutionists: The Common Context of Biological and Social Theory.” Past & Present 43 (1969): 109–45.

Young, Robert M. “Darwin’s Metaphor: Does Nature Select?” The Monist 55 (3): 442–503 (1971).

Bowler, Peter J. The Non-Darwinian Revolution: Reinterpreting a Historical Myth. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press (1988).

Bowler, Peter J. The Eclipse of Darwinism: Anti-Darwinian Evolution Theories in the Decades Around 1900. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press (1983).

Hale, Piers J. “Rejecting the Myth of the Non-Darwinian Revolution.” Victorian Review 41 (2): 13–18 (Fall 2015).

Lightman, Bernard. “Darwin and the popularisation of evolution.” Notes and Records of the Royal Society 64: 5–24 (2010).

Richards, Robert J. The Meaning of Evolution: The Morphological Construction and Ideological Reconstruction of Darwin’s Theory. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1992).

Ruse, Michael. The Darwinian Revolution: Science Red in Tooth and Claw. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1979).

Lamarck and Lamarckism

Barthélemy-Madaule, Madeleine. 1982. Lamarck, the Mythical Precursor: A Study of the Relations between Science and Ideology. Cambridge, MA: MIT Press.

Burkhardt, Richard. 1970. Lamarck, Evolution, and the Politics of Science. Journal of the History of Biology 3 (2): 275–298.

Burkhardt, Richard. 1977. The Spirit of System: Lamarck and Evolutionary Biology. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press.

Corsi, Pietro. 1988. The Age of Lamarck: Evolutionary Theories in France, 1790–1830. Berkeley: University of California Press.

Corsi, Pietro. 2005. Before Darwin: Transformist Concepts in European Natural History. Journal of the History of Biology 38 (1): 67-83.

Corsi, Pietro. 2011. The Revolutions of Evolution: Geoffroy and Lamarck, 1825–1840. Bulletin du Musée D’Anthropologie Préhistorique de Monaco 51: 113–134.

Jordanova, Ludmilla. 1984. Lamarck. Oxford: Oxford University Press.

Spary, Emma C. 2000. Utopia’s Garden: French Natural History from Old Regime to Revolution. Chicago: University of Chicago Press.

[thetempleofmara]

A bonus third thing

@99corentine

Compiled all of the fanart people made into a "little" artzine.

The cover of this one was also inspired by in-game books.

I had fun making this and got to experience more abstract pattern making for the borders and such, I'm actually very proud of how the covers turned out.

Once again thank you for writing and sharing gol hah dov!

I am off to my own little corner of the internet where I obsess over a man with amnesia and his evil lover...who wears a difficult to draw...pointy...black outfit.....

......hmmmmmm...wait a minute...

[beah388love]

Bunny

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron accidentally takes your favourite stuffie and you panic…

Warnings: Swearing,Crying,Angst,a little squint about anxiety,PTSD,sibling death,depression!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Reggies POV-

It was 11:00 am in the morning it was a normal day except the fact that when I walked into the flat with Ron,we was met with no sign of dov-Y/n.

I saw a little note on the table that said "went to the Prince shop to get some ranchers, be back soon xx" and I smiled.

"Where is y/n?" Ron said and I handed him the note.

"She's out for a bit" I said and looked at Ron who was looking around.

"Do y'a mind if I look around?" Ron asked since he knew we would have to wait for y/n until we got to go to the carpenters Arms to sort business out.

"Knock yourself out mate" I said before walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

Ron walked upstairs and looked around bored.

Until something caught his eye, a cute small bead-stuffed bunny on the double bed.

He walked over to it and held it gently before he chuckled a bit knowing y/n slept with a teddy.

What he didn't know was how much the bunny meant to her..

He put it into his blazer pocket and went back downstairs.

"Y/n’s back let's go" I said and Ron nodded before we left and went to the car to meet with y/n.

"You boys alright?" She asked us with a smile whilst she also sucked on a jolly rancher.

"We're good just waiting for you to come down to carpenters with us" I said and she smiled again.

"Yup let's go" she said and we left before I opened and shut the car door for her gaining a thank you a from her.

———

After carpenters.

Abt. 1:30 pm

I drove y/n back but Ron went to our club with the rest.

We walked up to the flat and she went upstairs to get changed into something more comfy.

I was in the kitchen reading the newspaper until I heard a loud gasp and then y/n scream "Reggie!"

I quickly went upstairs.

"Yeah?" I breathed out.

"Where's bunny?" She panicked and began looking everywhere.

I huffed, she panicked me for a stuffed teddy?.

"Dove.." I said and she shrugged off the hand I placed on her arm off.

"Don't! Where is she!" She cried.

I hated when she cried. Because she rarely would, only if it was her period,a loved one was mean to her,a loved one got hurt or if she lost her bunny.

"Oh Dove..c’mon please don't cry..I'm sure we'll find her" I reassured her but she wouldn't listen.

"No! I left her here! Who's been here?!" She stuttered through tears.

"Oh fuck.." I said and she looked at me worried.

"What?" She asked me through tears.

"Ron's been here" I said as I held my two fingers to the bridge of my nose.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She said pissed off.

"Dove..calm down I'm sure he just meant it as a joke" I tried to calm her down but she was furious.

She went downstairs as she wiped her tears and she left the flat before slamming the door.

She was wearing flats, leggings and a baggy jumper as she left the flat and walked down to the car and began to start it. I chased after her but failed. She had already drove away before I got to her.

"Y/n! For fucks sake!" I said to myself angrily.

———

Y/n’s POV-

"Ronald James fucking Kray!" I yelled through the empty club.

"What'd y'a do?" Teddy asked Ron and he shook his head. He didn't know what he did.

"Where is she?!" I yelled at him and he looked at me sad and confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Ron said honestly but i wasn't havin it.

"Don't fuckin play that game with me, give her to me now" i threatened and he was upset he hated when i was mad at him.

But I didn't care, I wanted my bunny, she was the only thing I cared about in this moment.

I needed her, she was my comfort. I had her through everything in my life.

My anxiety,depression,PTSD, my brothers death.

My parents fights,my uncles fights, when my dad went to prison or when my uncles did.

When I had no one. When all my fake friends ditched me. She was all I had.

I need her.

"Don't yell at me y/n" Ron said but i ignored him.

"Give me Bunny!" I yelled and searched his pockets.

"Y/n! Stop it!" Reggie scolded me and pulled me off of Ron.

"No! I need her!" I cried in Reggies arms and he stroked my hair comfortingly as he held me trying to calm me down.

But it didn't work.

"Ron give me the stuffed bunny from my flat" Reggie said in a very serious tone.

Ron went wide-eyes since he had realised what I had wanted this whole time.

He quickly opened his blazer pocket and handed me the bunny.

Which I instantly took and held in relief.

It instantly calmed me and my sobs began to slow down.

"Shit..I-I'm sorry y/n" Ron said apologetically.

"It's alright Ron, you didn't know" Reggie said as he held me close.

"Thank you" I breathed out through teary breaths.

Eventually after I calmed down I gave Ron a hug and I explained to him why I wanted my bunny so much.

"After my anxiety and depression and PTSD, I've had bunny the whole way through, I've had her since I was two" I explained to Ron and he felt so bad.

"I didn’t know y/n, I'm sorry" he said and gave me a hug making me smile.

"It's fine Ron, you didn't know,I'm sorry for yelling at you" I replied as I hugged him back.

[99corentine]

Hi hello!

I discovered GHD two weeks ago and I’ve finished it tonight—and dang, it’s going to stick with me for a long while. Thank you for dragons, redemptions, emotional turmoil, smut, Skyrim, and incredible fashion choices—but most of all, thank you for putting your words into the world and seeing it through till the end <3

Hello there, and thank you so much for these thoughtful words! You've actually just finished GHD just as I finished my final proofread on it, so I've been re-reading it alongside you, haha. It did make me really proud to read it again (putting aside how many spelling and grammar mistakes I found...) and to see how far my writing came in that time. But I'm so pleased that so many people have loved reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and thank you again for taking time out of your day to let me know. I appreciate it!

As a general PSA: the final proofread of GOL HAH DOV is now done, and the chapters also now have titles which makes it easier than ever to find chapters you specifically loved or want to re-read. NSFW chapters have been clearly marked for people who want to skip to them, or skip past them. Enjoy!

[orsinium-scholar]

(Digging through my old fan fic folder and found an old drabble about Larkash I completely forgot about! Figured you guys might like it.)

Everything seemed peaceful as Larkash rode up to the farm, leaving his horse to graze as he dismounted and hurried up to the isolated farmstead. No smoking corpses, no burning thatch, none of the usual signs of a dragon attack. His keen nose picked up the faint smell of burning grass and the hens were wary, but otherwise things seemed peaceful.

A pale face peeped through the door when he knocked.

“Are you the d-dragonborn, sir?”

Larkash removed his helmet and smiled politely.

“That's me. You sent word to the Jarl of a dragon attack?”

The nord farmers eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of the dragonborn. Larkash was used to it now. A tall Altmer with the armour and tattoos of an Orc tended to attract attention.

“I did, sir. Huge great beast, swooped down and went after our stock!”

Behind him in the spartan farmhouse, Larkash saw a frightened women behind her husband, a little girl peeping from around her skirts.

“Everybody alright?”

“Oh yes, sir. It was right odd, that. Beast never even seemed to notice us.”

“Can you show me where it happened?”

The farmer scurried out of the house, his family following nervously behind, and led Larkash to a paddock. A scar of burned grass still smoked, and a flock of goats was having noisy hysterics.

“Bloody animal took my best goat...” the man grumbled.

He leaned on the fence and frowned in thought. Dragons were usually very...indiscriminate in their attacks. Targeting a single animal was unusual.

“Did you get a good look at it?”

“Aye, we did, sir.” His wife chimed in. “Huge red 'n blue thing, it was.”

The elf sighed heavily.

“I know the exact culprit, ma'am. Please don't be alarmed by what I'm about to do.”

“Sir?” the farmer said quizzically.

“You've heard I flew to Sovngarde on the back of a dragon, right? Funny. Not many people ask which dragon it was...”

He turned to face the open plains and breathed deep, finding his power, letting it build up in his gut, his chest, his lungs, holding and releasing in a single moment of power.

“OHDAHVING!”

The girl squeaked and hid behind her mother as the whole farm shook with the force of his Shout.

“Won't take long.” Larkash said breezily. “If he's the culprit he won't be far. Don't fret. He's completely under my command.”

There was a moment of fragile silence, the only sound the wind in the tundra. Then a roar on the edge of hearing, growing closer with the speed of flight. The farmers shrieked and hit the ground as a massive shadow soared overhead.

With the thunder of air being pummelled under massive wings, Odahviing settled in to land before the dragonborn. For all their grace in the air, dragons were just awkward animals on the ground, the Dov nearly sending Larkash sprawling as he shuffled his wings into place.

“Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin. Why have you summoned me on this fine day for flying?”

“It is a fine day, isn't it?” he said, with the poisonous sweetness of a hearthmother preparing to scold her children, giving them time to dig themselves in deeper before the real punishment began. “Tell me, Odahviing, have you eaten today? Flying must be hungry work.”

“I have indeed, Dovahkiin. I had a most agreeable goat.”

“But it wasn't your goat, was it?”

“I do not understand. All creatures on this land are the dovs to hunt. Though at the Old Ones insistence, I no longer feast on humans.”

Behind him, the farmer clutched a fence post for support.

“How...kind. But that goat belonged to the farmer. You have no right to steal from those who have little.”

“I am Dov, I take what-”

“SILENCE”

He put a little of his power in the word, the ground beneath his feet shaking, and the dragon stopped mid-sentence, making as close to a submissive gesture as a dov could manage, a quick crouch to indicate that, for the moment, they were willing to accept the other dov might be higher ranking, but that they shouldn't let that go to their head.

Larkash wasn't surprised at the Dovs attempt to push back against his power. Paarthunax might be as immortal as the rest of his kind, but long long years on the mortal realm had brought wisdom. Odahviing was as an Echaterre yearling bull, challenging the herd leader out of youthful arrogance, only to be sent howling.

Larkash remembered the advice of his father, the chieftain.

“Never let 'em think they can beat you, even if they can. The trick is the voice, the way you stand. Get that right and even the toughest Orc's gonna think twice about challenging you.”

Good ol' dad. But other Orcs didn't have teeth as long as an ebony blade and the power of an immortal. Compared to dragons, Orcs were easy.

“These people have enough to worry about with the wild dov! They do NOT need you! Farms are off limits, do you understand?”

Odahviing squirmed under his glare, torn between his desire for power and the fear of true and complete annihilation.

“...Krosis. I understand. Forgive me, mortals. I shall not trespass again. As a sign of my promise, you shall have back what was stolen.”

For a moment, Larkash was puzzled. Than the dragons body began to heave like a sick cat and-

The slimy corpse of the goat was deposited at the farmers feet. Larkash felt his stomach turn, but bit down his revulsion behind the calm façade of the mighty dragonborn.

“Thank you, Odahviing. I'm sure we won't have to have this conversation again.”

“Farewell, Dovahkiin.”

Odahviing took off, flying just fast enough to leave his presence quickly, but not so fast that he looked like he was fleeing. Sighing, Larkash shook his head and turned to the pale, shaking farmers.

“This won't happen again with him. Don't worry. And hey, look on the bright side!” He patted a trembling shoulder. “Dragon saliva is worth a fortune up at the college. You could buy three fine new goats with that!”

He turned to leave, his horse waiting patiently for him. The beast was long used to dragons by now.

Behind him, the girl watched him leave with huge shining eyes, before reaching down for a stick to swing about, head already filling with dreams of glory and adventure...

[wings-of-ink]

Since I'm feeling angsty after reading the "Why do you think I love you ask?" I came up with the following scenario (for Oswin alone):

So, MC learns they are not going to survive no matter what. And they should return home. By that point both Oswin's and MC's had confessed their love to each other. Yet, very much when they were about to reach MC's home so they could rest from the unsuccessful journey, MC falls from their horse.

Oswin, of course, goes to assist them. The fall, fortunately, didn't cause any damage. But even if it had, it wouldn't have changed anything. MC is about to die, and there is little to do now.

Oswin of course screams, so everyone can come. They are so close to home... Yet, maybe they won't reach them in time. Maybe Oswin alone would be the only one to be with MC when they eventually die.

MC stops Oswin with a gentle hand on his cheek. Their face, while sickly and full of sweat, somehow is as radiant as it could be. MC could be the sun, and Oswin was a simple planet orbiting around them. Their eyes, so calm, so loving. MC's voice is both tender and painfully weak as they say:

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. Could you just hold me? If there is anything in the other side... I want to go remembering your warmth... Your scent... Your embrace... Please Yarrow... Hold me, just once. I won't ask for more".

The childhood name had slipped from MC's mouth. Neither said a thing about it.

When everyone reaches them, MC is gone. A smile slowly fading from their face.

Ouch, Nony. You okay? This is rough. What makes it worse is that technically, if the curse does get the better of MC, this would happen on their 25th birthday. So yeah, that hurts a little extra, lol.

I don't have it in my soul to do a POV with this for poor Oswin (giving him a little break), but I can tell you some things he might do in response.

Not take it well, naturally. We're talking nuclear levels of not okay and unhealthy coping. It would take all his family and friends to keep him functioning and from working himself to death.

He'd change his name. No one can tell him no. If he was Yarrow in the end for MC, he will be Yarrow until the end of his days.

I don't think he could love again, not in the same way.

He'd quit is job and stay with his family, probably getting more obsessive over their care and well-being for a while. I am actually also thinking that Kip and Dov would be under this banner. I can honestly see Oswin moving in with them so they can be there for each other.

Grief would be a huge uphill battle for a tremendously long time. And it never is really over (grief never is) - time and space just lets him breathe a little easier. I think eventually he would meet some sort of peace, but it would take just so much time and working through. He would always look forward to meeting MC again in the hereafter. He secretly holds to the belief that their souls will be reincarnated together.

Thank you for the ask, Nony! We'll find something sweet today to go with this angst too. ^_^

Just a disclaimer: I don't have plans of killing off poor MC, not that life will be getting much easier for them or anything, lol. (I can't torture them if they're dead!)

[raeofalbion]

Fic Ask Meme:

Because it’s one of my go to favs: Shatter Albion Series.

Is there any scene that you cut from the main story that you wish you could go back to add? (Or alternatively, tell us about a cut scene that you wish you could have included)

( meme ) -- Thank you! :D <3 And thank you for reading! <3 I'm so glad you like the series.

Y'know, it's funny, cuz this is exactly why I rewrote MoI back in...my goodness, was it 2016? (Surely not that long ago??) There were just so many scenes that needed elaborating and missing bits that needed to be added and it felt necessary to do that before continuing on with the series.

But yes! There are still some I cut and either would like to add back in or might repurpose for later. (Sorry, this is long.)

From MoI:

The first time Victoria and Reaver sleep together. I've tried to write this so many times and it just...doesn't ever work out the way I'm picturing it. There's like...half a dozen-ish cut drafts in a document somewhere. Maybe one day I'll make it work.

The original, hand-written draft of MoI included a scene with Logan questioning Ben after Victoria disappears from Reaver's house, suspicious about why his sister's suddenly not writing him. In the end, it was cut cuz it didn't really make sense to have him go to Ben to find out if Victoria had somehow contacted him, but I still kinda like the idea.

Continuing along the Victoria-running-away track: there's a couple little outlines somewhere for a follow up to the scene where she decides to leave, showing how she got out of Reaver's house. One of them involved her actually shooting Reaver with his own gun; the other involved Reaver essentially stalking her through the house, not interacting or trying to stop her but watching her all the while. In the end, I couldn't make up my mind and I felt like nothing I wrote there would be 100% satisfying to readers, so I chose to scrap both ideas. Not sure if that was the right decision, tbh.

There was a scene before the wedding with Walter and Jasper playing cards in the original draft. Tonally, it didn't work, but I still like it.

There was a scene where Reaver sort of...playfully faux-crowned Victoria in the castle? He's being an ass and very sarcastic about it, and Victoria hates the entire thing, but it was supposed to lead to them having semi-public sex. ...which is also the reason it got cut. What smut I'd written was just...not good. And I never really had the will (no pun intended) to rewrite it, so I scrapped it.

An early on scene where Reaver and Victoria get into a proper row after she walks in on him with one of his...uh...friends. I actually had to check and make sure I didn't add this one back in and I'm not sure why I didn't. Reaver yelling at her about them "pretending to play house" and about how he was never going to choose Victoria above his own interests would've been very 👀👀👀 given how things turn out.

Not something I actually cut, but, if I were to do another rewrite, I'd like to add some more Logan scenes, just for the tragedy angle.

From DoV:

Cut one of the mystery dreams (well, I guess now that we're near the end of Blackout I can just say it: one of the dreams she shares with Scythe, where he's trying to contact her) cuz it was too repetitive.

A couple tiny (very tiny!) scenes with Faraday. Just chatting with him. In hindsight, they were unnecessary to cut.

I've talked about this one before, but the original scene where Victoria and Reaver talk about their relationship was cut and rewritten. Originally, Reaver was going to confess his feelings for her there. But it didn't fee organic and didn't really work and it kinda just pissed off Victoria worse. So instead the scene is -gestures to the story- but the line about the singing fish is as close to confessing as Reaver can get himself at that point.

From Blackout:

Technically the entire first draft was cut because my pc ate it, so I'm sure there's a lot of things on there I would like to add back in. T-T

Cut some flashbacks with the Crawler just for length, nothing really plot relevant, though. (I may come to regret this.)

Also cut some really stupid jokes of Reaver's. (I do not regret this.)

Cut a lot of political stuff that will affect the next story, and I...have begun to suspect this will come to bite me in the ass because a couple things were much more relevant than I thought they'd be. :S SO. I don't know what I'll do about that yet.

The next chapter has a rather large chunk from it that was cut and is in the process of being rewritten. Basically: Reaver and Victoria being horny now that they're reunited. It doesn't fit, tonally or pacing-wise, but I am a little sad y'all won't get to read Scythe interrupting them and Reaver complaining under his breath about not getting off. Maybe I'll turn it into a oneshot.

+ Bonus!

Technically there's an entire story I've cut from Shattered Albion (set between DoV and Blackout) about Reaver and Faraday investigating one of the DLCs together. I would really like to add it, cuz I think it would set up some things for the final book and I think it's fun, but I'm not sure if anyone actually would want to read it.

[lechromemanicdevil]

So, like I said in my recent skyrim scribble, I started writing something, I only got what would be the first chapter of a short story! Please tell me if I made any mistakes or if I could improve on anything.

It wasn't too late that night when Ris left the camp. She could hear the chanting of a word wall. She just had to find it, even if that meant leaving everyone behind. Mul would freak out if he found out she'd gone alone, so she'd have to be back before sunrise, and hey, Ray knew where she went, so he'll have to take the blame.

As the smaller dragonborn tracked up the chilled mountain forests, she thought on how different this place still was from Blackmarsh, sure they both had ancient ruins, and locals who would give her weird looks, but back in Blackmarsh the wind never bit so hard as it blew through her fur.

In Blackmarsh, the air that she breathed in never made her feel as warm as a ragging flame atronach in a world of ice, like it did here in Skyrim. It wasn't a bad feeling, though, a bit lonely maybe, but she never felt like a dov so much anywhere else.

It wasn't long Ris had to walk for the tundra shrubbery around her to quickly be replaced with old nord stone works, crumbling and cracked over hundreds of years of the tyrant weather Skyrim was known for, but no less impressive than they would have ever been.

The further she walked on the now stone path the louder the beautiful hum of the word wall got, Ris wished others could hear the righteous chanting calling them forward as well, sure Mul could hear to, but only when he was next to the word walls, and even then, he could only understand a word or two. Nothing like her, she understands it all, she could feel every single dovah word burning in her soul, it made her feel so powerful and connected to her fellow dov and Akatosh himself.

In the distance, Ris could barely make out the outline of the nordic ruins. It made her think of the Xanmeers her father always warned about. But here in Skyrim, the ancient ruins were different, less cursed, and to be feared. Hell, on some occasions, she'd found bandits living in ruins like this one. It was oddly common here.

As Ris continued up the dark path, she would start to hear things, mumbles all around her, but when she flicked her ears to catch what was being said, the smaller dragonborn always seemed to miss it.

As she got closer to the ancient ruins, that's when the first one attacked. It was quick and quiet, but it smelled off death. As she ducked out of the was and turned to see her attacker Ris was confused, she was met with a barely visible blue human form, it's faces twisted in pain as the echo of a man's voice rang out. "I'm sorry! I don't want to do this!" he spoke in a skyrim accent as he once again swung his giant ghostly battle axe down at her.

Ris ducked out of the way from the ghostly battle axe just in time as it tried to crush her, and within no time, she pulled the fire enchanted war axe from her side. It wasn't every day a ghostly figure would be trying to kill her while apologizing, so safe to say the dragonborn was taken a back a bit.

"I'm sorry, this isn't what I want!" The ghost would yell as they continued their dance of attack and dodge. Ris didn't know what to do. There were so many questions she had. As the spirit's weapon came down again, Ris managed to get a hit in on the tormented soul's chest, causing the ghostly nord to stumble backward.

"I don't have a choice! Stay back!" he shouted out in a pained echo. Ris took that chance to slide by and cut the ghost below the knees before finishing the tortured soul off by swinging for the neck as he fell. What on nirn was going on here?