#interestink

[jazzums]

i do not keep up with my follower count at all but i do get curious every now and be like hmm, do they still follow me? i just searched someone and the answer had me making this exact face

[gnarlysheepsart]

ummmm idk what to draw so feel free to send requests. im not doing ocs LOL. uhhh tf2 and lupin preferred k thx

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Blood Will Out Ch 22 - Relations and Revelations

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“Here, here, and here,” Agatha said, pointing to the largest dark spots in the castle. “That’s where we’ll focus our attention. There’s also the damage to the water wheel in the Great Movement Chamber, but I don’t know if we have the physical strength necessary to fix that.”

“I have some power stored in the salamanders. At minimal usage, it would last me another three years.”

“But we aren’t going to be using minimal power.”

“If I utilize all defensive and offensive functions at my disposal, I can maintain for another two days, perhaps two and a half, before the power depletion will be great enough that I will need action.”

Agatha frowned.

“Then we better hope we can finish this that quickly.”

Vole chuckled.

“Hyu haffen’t seen dis town in action,” he said as they made their way down the hall. “Ve iz holding two armies at bay vit both hands und vun leg tied behind our backs. At full power, Lord Heterodyne vill crush dem like ants.” 

“If he can stay focused that long,” Higgs said.

“I talked to him on der vall. He is mad, und not in der fun vay. Besides, dey din’ bring anyting interestink enough to distract him; is all de usual siege shtuff.”

Their first stop was the impluvium, a massive wall of fire that served as heater and boiler for the entire castle. The heat it gave off was so strong it was almost a physical force; it sucked the moisture from their skin and made it hard to breathe. It only took them two minutes to find the off switch, but that was long enough that its absence made them feel cold and clammy. It left them all grumpy and irritable, and they largely worked in silence.

Eventually, Gil and Tarvek found themselves working on parallel power cables. For several minutes, they ignored each other. 

Gil had managed to stop thinking about what Agatha had said to him the night before, but now it was gnawing at him again.

He didn't know why – well, no, he did know why he couldn't dismiss her arguments the way he had Sleipnir and Theo's. She had treated the whole thing like he was challenging a scientific hypothesis. Everything was evidence, and she'd taken what he gave her and thought about it, considered his perspective, and determined that it was insufficient to counter her own evidence.  

Not I know he'd never do that, but he has never done that. 

Agatha had listened in a way Gil had never really experienced before. She had given him her complete and total attention, interested in nothing but what Gil had to say, as if what Gil had to say was the most important thing anyone had ever had to say. Like it mattered to her because it mattered to him. 

Like she really, really cared. 

And she hadn't said his evidence was wrong. She didn't say he'd let his emotions cloud the memory, or that he had misunderstood something. She had taken his argument, peeled away his conclusions, and looked at the facts. 

Made him look at the facts. 

And her evidence was pretty undamning, too.  

Tarvek shifted, catching Gil's attention.

“I found—” Tarvek started, and cut himself off. “Never mind.”

Obviously this was some kind of game. Tarvek wouldn't just come out and say something, he wanted to manipulate Gil so he'd ask, make Gil care about what he had to say. Well, Gil wasn't going to play along. Let Tarvek stew in it, waiting for Gil to play along. 

“Found what?” Gil asked. 

Damnit.

“What we found in the vault wasn’t true. About your family,” Tarvek muttered. 

Aha! He wanted to jump to his feet and point at Tarvek and yell see? See? at Agatha. He kept looking! He kept digging! He couldn't let it be! 

You think he was out to use you because he said he was going to keep searching in the hopes of finding a better answer for you?

When Gil said nothing, Tarvek kept going. 

“Did the Baron...tell you? That night? About who your family really is, I mean.”

“Like I’d tell you.”

Tarvek glared at him.

“I’m not asking what he told you. Just if he told you. Because I found out, and you deserve to know, even if you are being an ass about it. Your father was Petrus Teuful.”

Gil stared at him. This had to be some kind of trick. Did Tarvek think if he said something so blatantly incorrect, Gil would blurt out the truth just to get the satisfaction of correcting him?

“It makes sense why the Baron would keep it a secret,” Tarvek went on. He kept his gaze focused on the cabling before him. “I’d hoped I was wrong, but everything I found was airtight." He took a deep breath, sat back on his heels, and finally looked at Gil "I’m sorry.”

There was no sign of anything in his face but genuine regret, and it made anger blaze in Gil's stomach. How dare he be so good at faking kindness. GIl had forgotten how believable he could be. 

“Sorry for what?”

“All that work, and it was all for nothing. Worse than useless: telling people wouldn’t have given you any higher standing in the castle hierarchy, and people might try to actively kill you.”

Gil opened his mouth to ask if Tarvek really thought he could threaten Gil with revealing the ‘truth’, when he realized there wasn’t actually a threat in there anywhere.

“What do you mean, raise my standing?”

Now it was Tarvek’s turn to stare.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? That was the whole point: find out who you were, then I’d be able to figure out a way to access the information elsewhere so it wouldn’t raise suspicion, and then you’d have a name to defend yourself with.”

“The point was so I would know who I was and where I came from.”

The boys were giving each other matching looks of utter bewilderment as incompatible worldviews collided. 

“That’s ridiculous!" Tarvek said. "That’d be like having a suit of armor and not wearing it into battle. What’s the point in having information if you don’t use it?”

“What were you going to do with it?”

“Nothing! It wasn’t for me; it was your information.”

“No Sturmvoraus ever does anything if they aren’t getting something out of it,” Gil said, lip curling. “That’s what the Baron told me.”

Tarvek tensed and his face...his expression didn’t change, exactly, but around the edges – his lips, the corners of his eyes – twitched, like he was trying to keep them still.

“And we all know he’s never wrong,” he said in a very flat voice. He turned back to his work, shoulders hunched.

Gil waited. And waited. He knew Tarvek knew he was staring at him. Tarvek had always been good at knowing when he was being watched, or if there was someone else in the room, even if they were hidden. It was why no one ever wanted to play hide and seek with him.

Eventually, Gil lost his patience.

“So?”

“So what?”

“What did you get out of it?”

“You’re not going to believe me, and I don’t feel like listening to you make fun of something…something personal.”

“So there was another reason.”

“Yes.”

“I knew it,” Gil said, telling himself the feeling in his stomach was satisfaction at being proven correct, finding out for sure that Tarvek was out for himself, was just pretending to help Gil for his own ends. “I knew he was right. I can’t believe I ever trusted you, you—”

“Fine!” Tarvek shouted. “You want to know? You really want to know so bad?” He shot to his feet. “What I ‘got out of it’ was helping my frie—”

The noise Tarvek made was a very soft, very short one, little more than an inhale of breath that ended abruptly, but it was a sound Gil knew he’d remember all his life. Tarvek stumbled back, hands flying to the dart protruding from just above his hip.

That was not where you intentionally shot someone, and Gil threw himself at Tarvek, dragging him to the ground, hearing the buzz of the next dart missing them by centimeters.

“Oh for goodness’ sake,” Agatha cried. She tossed aside the wire cutter she had been using and began to stomp towards them. “Could I please go ten minutes without somebody picking a fight?”

Gil, his arms still wrapped around Tarvek, rolled – and this time, Agatha saw the dart bounce off the stone floor.

“What—?”

Gil looked behind himself and spotted a flash of purple flicker deep in the shadows.

“Up there!”

“What’s going on?” the castle demanded, panicked. “I cannot see what’s happening!”

“Tarvek’s hit!”

“Oh, thank goodness, I was afraid it was something important—”

A figure landed with total silence and drew two wicked knives. Gil got a glimpse of a black stealth suit and a face hidden behind scarf and hood before the assassin was up in the air again, effortlessly flipping out of reach of the charging Higgs, whose hands closed on empty air.

“Smoke Knight,” Tarvek choked out. His face was pale, too pale for the tiny pinprick of blood left behind by the dart. “Pr-probably been in here since the c-castle went down.”

“Do something!” Agatha shouted.

“I can’t!” the castle cried, distressed. “I still have no control in this area!”

Agatha growled in frustration and dragged out the little pistol she had upgraded.

“Higgs! Move!”

Higgs didn’t even bother to look, he just threw himself clear. Unfortunately, so did the Smoke Knight, vaulting back up into the beams and disappearing into the shadows. Agatha lunged back to the power cable she had been repairing – a long, grey tube filled with needle-like inputs and outputs – and slammed it together, locking it in place. Instantly, the impluvium roared back to life, hotter than before.

“Aha!” the castle cried, victoriously. “There you are! And here am I!”  

“Alive!” Agatha shouted, drowned out by a loud crunch.

“...oh. Er...oops.”

“Okay,” Tarvek said, as conversationally as he could while hyperventilating. “That probably also crushed the antidote kit.”

“Sorry,” the castle said sheepishly.

“They went straight for you!” Gil said. “I thought they worked for your family!”

“They do,” Tarvek groaned.

“But why—”

“Because Tarvek’s the only one who can back up my story,” Agatha said. She dropped to her knees and cradled Tarvek’s head in her lap, almost as pale as he was. “He's the only one who knows anything who would be willing to talk to the Baron. There’s got to be something in the library on poisons,” she said, desperately.

“Oh my, yes!” the castle said.

“How about on antidotes?” Gil asked.

“Er…”

“Dere iz a medical lab nearby,” Vole said. “Dere vuz a machine in dere by Bacchus Heterodynes dot hyu grandpoppa fixed up vun summer. It von’t cure him, but it vill keep him alife, und dot vill buy hyu time. I iz pretty sure I remember how to vork it.”

“You were a lab assistant?” Gil asked, bewildered.

“Duz I look like a minion to hyu?” Vole demanded, indignant. “I vould hand him tools sometimes, ya, but I vuz dere to help vit de fun parts.”

“Like the Heterodyne equivalent of a fishing buddy,” Agatha said, sourly. Tarvek convulsed again, and sucked in a long, painful breath. Agatha flinched at the sound. “Vole, you and Gil take him and get him hooked up. Higgs and I will go to the library to find something on poisons.”

“Plant-based,” Tarvek choked.

“What?”

“Look for plant-based poisons,” Tarvek managed between gasps. “Something you could replicate here. They need the Baron. To think you killed me. That means they can’t use their. Their own. Private formulas.”

Agatha squeezed his hand tightly.

“I got you into this, and I’m going to get you back out of it. I promise.”

[quotablefanfiction]

“…Hokay,” Dimo said. “Dis Hy got to hear. Vhy deed hyu vant de Jӓgers to keednap hyu und take hyu to de sekret base, vhere hyu iz schtuck vitout enny allies?” “Politics,” Wooster told him, as though this explained everything. “…uh huh,” Dimo said. “Verra interestink. Hy underschtand hyu entire schtupid thought process now, iz a miracle.” Wooster scowled, looking a little embarrassed. “Considering my plan worked, I’d say you should give me a little credit.” “Hy iz tryink,” Dimo explained, “bot all Hy haff to go on iz ‘politiks’.”

Dimo and Wooster (chp. 3)

The General by adiduck (book_people) (AO3) Girl Genius – Teen #Mentions of Gore and Amputation #Mentions of Suicide #Sheep Abuse #Gross Misuse of Live Sheep

It takes six months for Dimo to officially become acting general of the Jaegermonster army after Baron Klaus Wulfenbach locks Mechanicsburg, and himself and their Heterodyne with it. A lot can happen in six months.

Part 2 of the Dimo Becomes a General series (AO3)

[official-linguistics-post]

opinions on norther city vowel shift?

Language Change In Progress Interestink

[racketballz]

this is just a me thought but i have a really non-original hc for buttercup that she would be kinda ""uncomfortable"" of being called a girl but hated being a called a boy in her 16s or 18s, like she knew she has a ""girls body"" and wouldnt be mad if people call buttercup a "she" but in her mind the word "woman" doesnt fit her. And when she matured she would identify as non binary (or would be just an androgynous woman) and when she say it to butch he would be like what does it mean and she explains but his empty mind made him answer "if you still have a pvssy im okay with that" and she would laugh bc hes so fucking stupid and she is happy

you understand me? the greens would be a queer couple its sound sooo cute for me haha specially bc butch wouldnt give a 0 damn if shes a woman or not he just want buttercup

Hmm interestink !

[xx-theblack-vixen-xx]

that's REALLY interestink man, have you EVER watched tmnt, the 2018 series?

whats ur favorite turtle

Let me tell you about hubris. Many a grown adult oft forget that the courtesies of our world span farther than that of our own species. In many ways, a mutual agreement can be forged between various animals, to live in peace with one another - but in our special circumstance, to also respect their credence to existence, as mutual living creatures all sharing one home. That is why, I derive such pleasures seeing a cranky snapping turtle chomp on the fingers of some disrespectful oaf - a man who forgets this fact of mutual, biological respect. Oh hoh. Quite the chomp it usually is too!

[i-just-want-to-destroy]

i feel like a lot of werewolf media has a “dream within a dream” sequence for some reason kinda interestink….

[peterwoods]

HOW DO STRANGERS PERCEIVE YOU?

GREEN WITH ENVY.   valentine’s day. feeling breathless beside the ocean. the ambiguous time between late spring early summer. pastel, clean colors and alphabetical organization. you’re more than a little intimidating. your best feature is probably your hair. to many, you look perfect. you’re good at putting on a brave face, good at pretending you have it all together. you’re afraid people won’t love you if they see your flaws. let me tell you a secret: they will love you more.

[chaossmagic]

you can literally see robert’s brain short-circuit when aaron says he’s gay.....iconic (TM)

[hats-all-de-hats]

Verra charmink! Hy ken not look avay from dem leetle eyeballs. Iz like dey knows mine sekrets.

Hy don't know vhy hy have never conseedered de idea of embroiderink a hat before. Hy tink hy showed odder embroidered hats on here, but is shtill soch an interestink idea to me.

"SNAKE" BERET 🐍🪇

natalikoromoto.dog

[cruisinfdr]

[mintteaandmemory]

🐤 >:D

[hats-all-de-hats]

Oo, interestink to learn! Hy tinks it gots lots ov hats from today on dere day hy dun recognizeas vell. Und some tings dar izn't hats like dat dastar. Dats a verra long fabric dat hyu vinds around hyu head. Hyu's supposed to wrap it. I feel like it vould collapse if hyu tries takink it off und on like a hat. Vould it?

Hy iz amused dat most ov dese iz for everyday types of hats dat de normal pipple vear. Den hyu gots de cookink hat fer france. Vell, hy hasn't ever been to Paris or france, so hy guess fer all hy know, pipple is goink around vearink tall vhite hats vit deir vardrobe.

Hats and caps of the World. Map shows the different types of typical male hats around the globe.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

Headcanons for Shisui's Son

Note: Alright @astra-stellaris I hope you'll like it. My mind just can't keep this hidden. My imagination won't be contained >.&lt;

You brought daughter to life--I will bring their son to life.

Fist child that Astra gave birth to, that she gave Shisui, was a boy. They both agreed that if it is a boy, Shisui would name the child. And if it is a girl she will be the one naming the baby.

To the world child was known as Shitan Uchiha Stellaris. In the honor of his both parents. Shitan decided to carry both names. He didn't want to hide his Uchiha blood like his father.

He was strong even as a baby. Already showing parents heritage black curly hair and mothers eyes teal-grey.

As he grow up he showed that he possessed the powers of both parents. His Uchiha sharingan is supported by Stellaris prowess. He will never go blind and never live in darkness. His sharing is eternal. He is a skilled swordsman and keen archer. He could hit a bird flying straight in the eye. But no matter his strength & intelligence he was humble like Shisui. His physical appearance was similar to his father. The main difference was eye color and height.Shitan was a bit shorter than his father, lean due to his archery training. Shitan's height was something between his grandfather Kagami Uchiha and his father Shisui Uchiha.

He activated his sharingan late at age 15 to which his both parents were grateful. His mangekyou eye pattern was nothing like his father's. It was different, something Shisui never saw before.

Shitan loved to hear the stories about the Uchiha clan, of all of his cousins, regreting not having them around.

Shitan has blue Susanoo, which has strong armor like his fathers --is able to withstand brutal attacks. But that's where all the similarities end. While fighting, Shitan could be located in the head of Susanoo, he could choose between the long bow and the sword. It had the speed to swiftly strike down a large group of targets, which was unusual for the heavy Susanoo.

Shitan liked to train with his father, he held a deep respect for him. But when he would get annoyed or bored he would switch sides and train with his fearless mother. He had her traits stubborn, and impatient--but also he had her kindness, and her curiosity to see and try new things. Shitan had one thing ...the most precious thing that Shisui ever had. Shitan had a mother, to guide him, to feed him, to love him...

Trying new things Shitan descovered that he had good voice. On one of his missions. He was hiding with one singin/performing group. In order to complete the task . Using them as the cover he had to perform. Mission was sucessfull--Shitan made friends in process, he decided to travel with them.

Shitan also has an interestink nickname. When the pople of village would see him they would ask -"Is that the son of the body flicker and the Stellaris lightning?" - "Yes that is the Arrow" -Becouse of his speed he had that nickname. He was damn proud of it.

-That should be it for now -

[deeisace]

Interestink thing

Job Rawson, age 10

His parents had died, and he was in the workhouse, and was taken out by becoming a coal miner’s apprentice - the coal miner had his mother’s maiden name and so is probably an uncle or somesuch - for a term of ten years and one month

I can’t imagine what a coal miner’s apprenticeship involves, but I am very glad there was something in place by which to take him out of the workhouse, which was generally one of the worst places imaginable, so I gather - and even tho this Isaac was an uncle or so, as I say, he still had to apply to the “Overseers of the Poor” and the magistrates to, well effectively take custody of Job, as we would see it now - I can’t imagine he would ever be refused, cs the overseers and their like would far rather not have to pay for Job’s upkeep until he left the workhouse if he did (he did, and lived a long if dangerous life, but lots of people died due to the conditions at the workhouse and never made it out), but still