#hww

[sazanes]

These two years were so special, Thank you Yim for creating this incredible story that fills me with inspiration, this week was difficult but I couldn't let the anniversary of my favorite game go unnoticed, Happy Hell and High Water Day!!! 🥳🥳🥳

[houseofpurplestars]

Some of the hundreds of healthcare workers murdered by the occupation over the last month

[blueskipper-photography]

Ehemaliges Gelände der Hamburger Wasserwerke (Hamburg Hamm-Süd) ©2024 blueskipper

[bhrarchinerd]

Happy Windows Wednesday! by Éric B. Via Flickr: With or without windows? / Avec ou sans fenêtres ?

[coffeenuts]

[newfoundlandland]

HWW💙💚 by Aimee ️

[puhpandas]

after watching that theory video where Cassies dad as hw2 protag is talked about I'm hoping so hard for cassie hw2 protag like. with the unused vanny lines and hw2 and ruin being made together releasing back to back referencing eachother the narritave of introducing cassie and establishing her being left under the pizzaplex ties perfectly into hw2. shes still trapped underground with all the items she collected throughout ruin and a helpy screen and vanny originally spoke to her acting as being on her side and manipulating her into becoming the new vanny

not only is it perfect lore but it's also narratively satisfying. as a writer analyzing Cassies character shown in ruin genuinely is SO perfect for the elevator situation and vanny. like unbelievably perfect. cassies story is at its core about abandonment issues and friendship and both of those things would have been targeted if mimic cur the elevator.

it would be tricking cassie into thinking Gregory did it (cutting her off from her friendship and making her believe it was false, then serving the abandonment issues) and then taking advantage of her fragile state (probably mentally and physically) to offer her a new friend that wont leave her or abandon her: vanny

especially with prior knowledge of vanny where vanessa had to be mentally broken down and belittled for vanny to take over, it fits perfectly with that and literally couldnt have been designed better.

the dream is hw2s dlc actually using Vannys unused lines and fully jumping into that narritave of vanny!cassie, also revealing that Gregory didnt cut the elevator (self indulgent but also dream scenario is a black room void with Gregory and vanessa remodels showing Gregory's reaction to the elevator crash as an ending/secret) to really show everyone hey mimic and vanny did this and now theyre back in operations and its then set up that Gregory, who mimic and vanny have convinced cassie is the enemy, has to try and get through to her to tell her he didnt do it and attempt to strip down all of the manipulation and lies vanny and mimic have done to cassie

like this is just too perfect, and the way that they wrote it just feels too on purpose. like come on, "that mask suits you"??? and hw2 is a perfect place to show that story, since a story purely about manipulation having happened would be hard to make a campaign game out of lmao

I'm just. hoping for it so hard. I at least think that it feels leagues better than cassies dad dying as the whole plot. like what would he even do?? how would it progress the story?? I can't see any way it would, at least not at all in the way vanny!cassie would

not to mention the entire nature of princess quest 4. the princess aka the embodiment of vanessas trapped soul literally handed the player character the sword like passing down the torch, aka handing cassie the crown since shes now the trapped princess? makes literal perfect sense

I just cant see fnaf somehow making Cassies dad the princess lmao

also also, the candy cadet story about the woman and the young boy. it says the oven door closes at the end after the woman does NOT get revenge on the witch (vanessa killing vanny) and that probably means the oven door closes not on the woman and the boy but instead cassie. also makes narritave sense and the other story about the family and the meal also applies to this because of the "not doing something" theme

[doueverwonder]

Now that the anthology is out I present my piece for it. I put the first part under the cut but the rest is on ao3 because of length. Despite this technically supposed to be about Germany I think the parts I'm most proud of are Liechtenstein's <3

warnings: none

ao3 link here!

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1832; Vienna

The day was unusually warm, especially for October. The children were playing just outside the gate, chasing each other around with seemingly no more purpose than a dog chasing its tail. The parents sat inside the gate, talking, only turning their heads when there was a particularly loud yelp from one of the children. Gilbert and Ludwig had arrived in Vienna a few days prior, but the trip had not been an easy one, so only three days later were they having their first full day together. 

“How are things in Frankfurt?” Roderich had shed his usual overcoat, due to both the heat, and the close company not requiring normal formalities. 

Gilbert laughed, “Maybe if you went to Frankfurt you would know” 

“Why would I go to Frankfurt when you can do it for me?” 

“Because I don’t go to Frankfurt either. Berlin or Königsberg” 

Erzsébet rolled her eyes, she had listened to them bicker for hundreds of years. It was a normal routine, not one she enjoyed the more it happened. There had been a few years of peace, not having to listen to them. But since the split custody of Ludwig had started, they had been seeing more and more of Gilbert. 

“How about we don’t talk about politics for once?” she suggested to both men. Her eyesight wandered away for a moment just to see Liesl finally catch her younger cousin, both children toppling to the ground. She laughed lightly, watching as they both got up and ran off farther as if nothing had happened. 

“We’re not talking politics” both men remained absolutely oblivious to the scene that had made Erzsébet laugh. “We’re discussing the good of the confederation” 

“Exactly!” Gilbert raised his nose in indignation, “And even if what would you rather we talk about? Housework?” Erzsébet hummed, “We could talk about why you’re here instead of returning to Berlin” 

“Why?” Gilbert changed his tone, “Want me out so you and your husband can be alone?” 

Roderich rolled his eyes, “We’re not married, I remind you, Gilbert” 

“You act it,” he shrugged, “And that’s close enough. House in the countryside, two kids, enough money from the government to live comfortably. I’d say you two could play family for at least the next century” 

Erzsébet’s eyes darted to the field, making sure Liesl and Ludwig weren’t close enough to hear. She sat up a little straighter out of habit, “We only have a daughter. Gilbert.” 

The whole group shifted uncomfortable with the topic being brought up. Ludwig’s split custody by all means should have never happened. 

Gilbert held the newborn in his arms. It felt odd, he hadn’t held a baby since Liesl was born almost a century earlier. Erzsébet had followed him to the door, repeating everything she had already told him ten times; she was worried he didn’t know how to take care of a baby. Truthfully he didn’t. He had to remind himself this hadn’t been his idea; Roderich and Erzsébet had come to him. 

The baby cried with every bump in the road. It made Gilbert less sure of himself every time it took him even a little too long to calm him. His nephew should be with his parents, not with him. Infants shouldn’t be taken on long trips like this either, it was a bad idea, he could get sick so easily. Erzí would kill him if her baby died within a couple weeks of Gilbert having him. He didn’t know what to do. All he could think was hold the newborn close, and talk to him. Things would be okay, he would see his mother and father before he knew it. Gilbert would happily be uncle Gil instead of papa; they just needed a few years to get things sorted. Yes. They were just getting things sorted. 

Split custody was good though, three months with Roderich, three months with Gilbert, then switch. Ludwig really didn’t move that much, and they usually spent holidays and most summers together anyway. Ludwig was only seven, he wouldn’t have had a second thought about being referred to as one of his aunt and uncle's children. Erzsébet was overly cautious though, always thinking someone could be listening from around the corner. Roderich didn’t seem as bothered by it, the silence wasn’t worth what had happened. 

Roderich promised himself it would only be a few years, once Napoleon lost power. Once France was banging down his door. He would have Ludwig back soon enough, and everything would be as it was supposed to. Until then they were to go about business as usual; no one knew of Erzsébet’s pregnancy, at least no one outside of the house, and Gilbert had sworn even now to keep Ludwig’s existence on the downlow. At least until things calmed down. 

Liesl had been asking questions though, Roderich and Erzsébet had assumed her old enough to understand the first time around what was happening. 

“Your baby brother is going to live with your onkel Gil, just for a little while, and then he’ll be back” Roderich knew he was lying to himself just as much as he was lying to her when he said it.

Napoleon couldn’t stay in power forever though, and the confederation of the Rhine wouldn’t be permanent. For a short time Roderich convinced himself Ludwig would be returned to them with the German Confederation; instead he was introduced to the split custody with Gilbert. Saying he was disappointed would be understating it, Erzsébet claimed to understand it, reminding Roderich seeing him for six months out of the year was better than not at all. 

1815, the first assembly of the German confederation. Erzsébet argued wanting to be there to ‘represent her people within the Austrian Empire” which was part of the confederation. She had more than one man scoff at her over it, but she was attending. Yes, for her people, but also for… 

“Gilbert said he would be here” She complained to Roderich, she only saw German states, too many of them. The only child in her line of vision being Luxembourg, who Gilbert was far too interested in. Ludwig was supposed to be here, where was her Ludwig? Nine years since she had seen her second child, and if he wasn’t here today as Gilbert had promised she was ready to knock heads. She sighed, turning away from Roderich, who had been hovering next to her the whole time. Her breath caught in her throat, Gilbert had just entered the room after disappearing for a few minutes. He had a boy in his arms, no older than four, he made eye contact with Erzsébet. Every noise in the room seemed to dull as Gilbert said something to the boy and he looked in her direction; she saw her son for the first time in nine years.

“Papa!” The conversation was stopped abruptly as Ludwig came running back in the gate, his hands cupped around something. He stopped in front of his father, a big smile on his face, “Guess what Lise and I found!” 

Gilbert's entire demeanor changed, adopting the same excited tone as his seven year old son; “What did you and Lise find?” 

Liesl appeared just at that moment, sitting down in an empty chair between her parents. The fifteen year old girl trying to catch her breath, after chasing Ludwig around and then following him all the way back to the garden. Roderich couldn’t help but note she had gotten mud on the bottom of her skirt; she must have fallen at some point. 

Ludwig opened his hands just a little to show his father, who promptly made a face; “Show your aunt” Gilbert told Ludwig, Erzsébet was wary for a moment. It wasn’t often her not-technically-brother-in-law had kind things in mind for her. 

Ludwig half-ran the short distance, bouncing as he stood in front of her, “Do you want to hold it?” 

“Mmm” Erzsébet hummed a bit, she wasn’t scared of much when it came to insects, small snakes, amphibians, or really anything else Ludwig would be able to find right outside the garden gate. If it disgusted Gilbert though she really wasn’t sure if she wanted to know, he wasn’t put off by much either. 

“Don’t worry mama,” Liesl tucked her legs under her, much to her fathers disgust thinking about the mud getting on her underclothes as well; Erzsébet couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mumbling. It’s not as if he did the laundry. “It’s nothing that will hurt you, Onkel Gilbert is just being a baby.” 

Gilbert feigned offense, even though everyone there knew Liesl and her uncle had been poking fun at each other for decades. Most said Liesl picked it up from her father. 

Erzí looked back to her nephew, who was still bouncing, eagerly waiting for her answer; “Okay fine, let me see it” 

She held her hands out and immediately had a small frog given to her. Erzsébet tried not to laugh, cupping one hand over the other to keep it from hopping away; “Hundreds of years on battlefields and you're disgusted by a grass frog?” 

“They’re slimy!” Gilbert argued, shaking his head as if the mere image of the frog disgusted him. Roderich rolled his eyes, he had no interest in holding the frog, but even he wasn’t so disgusted by such simple things. 

Erzsébet got out of her seat, setting the frog under a bush not far away, and watching it hop off. She noted the sun starting to disappear under the horizon. “I think it should be dinner time soon, what do you all think?” 

“Absolutely!” Gilbert stretched a little, wrapping his arm around Ludwig to doubly make sure the boy wouldn't slip off. “I’m starving, I could eat a horse” 

“I’m hungry too.” Ludwig followed his father. “I could eat two horses” 

“You know Ludwig, after dinner you have to go to bed” 

The small boy went quiet very quickly, before taking back his statement “I’m not hungry anymore.” 

A small chuckle came from all the adults, Erzsébet shrugged. “Then I suppose you can just watch while we all eat the goulash that’s simmering on the stove right now” 

Ludwig backpedaled once again, “No. I am hungry.” 

“Still so hungry you could eat two horses?” Erzsébet inquired. 

“Two and a half horses!”  

[stanfordsweater]

wincest wednesday question of the week: mary's ring or dad's leather jacket?

h.w.w. <3

i WANT to say dad's jacket because of how iconic dean casually stealing it from john's motel room was, but i love love love the fanon of dean wearing dad's jacket WITH mary's ring <33 and with it not truly matching hers, let us instead imagine dean at 19 pocketing it at a flea market because it looks like the one she had in the photos sam isn't allowed to see <3 and imagine sam eyeing him and saying nothing when dad sees it the first time and stares for a full minute <3

[wingedjewels]

hummingbird by Lesley~B Via Flickr: Happy Wing Wednesday! : )

[bhrarchinerd]

Airy by Rob Oo Via Flickr: Tynemouth Priory, Tynemouth, UK. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tynemouth_Priory_and_Castle

[silicacid]

23.1.2024 HWW-Palestine Update: 403 healthcare workers (4 HCWs /day) were murdered by Israeli Occupation Forces in Palestine since 7th October 2023 including 136 doctors, 118 nurses, and 149 other healthcare workers.

[puhpandas]

dawko said it could be a teaser for the dlc PLEASE IM BEGGING

[ineadhyn]

Adventures of Graveside the tragic disaster Durge - Act 2

Graveside and the party made it to the Shadow Cursed Lands. He's still immortal and I hope to finish this run before Patch 8 has a chance to fix it.

First thing he did, arriving at the Last Light, was to do a charity performance for Art Cullagh. Whilst the whole Inn was hyped, both Astarion and Art remained unimpressed.

He touched the forbidden raven because of course he does, then kills the flock in one strike, drops to the floor literally rofl-ing his ass off because he triggered the sentient amulet.

He got a hot new outfit and changed his lipgloss for the occasion. The mighty cloth also brings his STR up to a whopping 10.

He got inspired by He Who Was, because "death is just the beginning" were exactly the words he needed to hear. Then he found out HWW didn't mean them in a wholesome way and killed him.

Astarion made a deal with Raphael before even showing anyone his scars and finding out they are in fact infernal.

Graveside spent the entirety of act 2 drunk because he failed a saving throw against Thisobald Thorm's brew which this twink with like 12 constitution of course needed to try out.

The party dragged his drunk ass through the Shar-lympics and he still managed to talk Yurgir into killing himself. Absolutely hammered Grave, leaning on Astarion to stand upright: "Eyyy, yogurt or what was it, ever considered killing yourself? No? Better try it out, it's the end of all your problems... Trust me, I'm a bard" *hiccups*

I tried to not trigger Sceleritas by not long resting and he caught Grave at Moonrise before the battle, complaining that his knees hurt.

Sadly that also meant the Astarion confession scene would not trigger so I had to go back and replay a bunch. Astarion confessed on his own after tying Grave up for a night. They never met Araj.

The Netherese orb is so far the only known force able to kill Grave. Further experiments to follow.

On that note: Myrkul is really pissed by Grave's inability to die. Wtf do you mean you made him immortal, Bhaaaal??!!

Grave likes Minthara because she promised to put him down when he goes full Urge and besides the orb she is the only one Grave believes might actually be able to.

Ending this by adding the incredible art @quinthebard made of Graveside <3 Thank you so much again.

[redroomroaving]

WIP List Tag Game

List all your WIPs and write a sentence for each vote that each one gets in a 24 hour poll!

Thanks for the tag @wakacreations and the tag and call out @lemonsrosesandlavender 😭

Well, shoot. Get ready to judge me.

There's more, but, for the sake of mostly my own sanity, I'm gonna stop listing things.

No pressure tags for @threerattsinatrenchcoat @tavyliasin @librivore42 and @n1ghtmeri

[daddysboydean]

happy wincest wednesday!!

my question for this week: what would a typical "date night" look like for the brothers?

hww!!

ooo tbh i don’t think they’d do date nights! i think they’d see it more as just…hanging out. as “taking the night off” and they’d do whatever it is they’ve always done when they take a break from hunting. catch a movie, drive out to the middle of nowhere with a couple 6 packs of margiekugels and watch the stars, chill in the hotel with pizza and pay per view. the difference would be that dean would rub his thumb over sam’s palm at the movie. they’d make out on the impala under the stars. chilling in the hotel would turn into dean putting on porno to be funny and then them betting each other they can’t get into porn star positions (sam, who does yoga, surprises dean with how bendy he can get).