#it's wormin' time

[rosietehriveter]

man I just really want a dirt nap

I yearn for the soil -Totally not a worm

[its-wormin-time]

still thinking about her from time to time

[dearest-lady-disdain]

normal people, sally rooney, shadow and bone 1x07 the unsea, a woman of no importance - oscar wilde, the borgias 3x10 the prince, richard siken - litany in which certain things are crossed out

[worrynoodle]

If my girl got turned into a worm I'd find the witch that cursed her and ask her to turn me too. We'll be worms together babe, don't worry about it.

[epicgnome23]

Reddit with those worm hot takes.

[bleaksqueak]

Well well well, look who finally beat Re4remake. TSK! Silly fox, you’ll need more dextrous paws to beat the time limits for A, S and +!!

Someone teach this familiar how to game.

[deathfeigning]

hi hello food time?

[chilope]

a boy

[sherwood-cabin]

NEW THEME NEW ME!!!

[vei-isabean]

Just wormin around

Yeah, I can do the worm.

*cuts myself in half*

*becomes two people*

[its-wormin-time]

tattletale moment

[dearest-lady-disdain]

people who use that unwanted animal in the context of interview with the vampire, consider.

that unwanted animal - the amazing devil // judith slaying holofernes - artemisia gentischelli // interview with the vampire 1x07 the things that lay still

[ink-n-shadow]

What mythical creatures would the 141 be? I’m not talking about the standard kind of creatures like werewolves, and vampires. Something more creative if you get what I mean.

oooo anon o_O you’re getting the worms WORMIN (if we want to expand more on this headcanons, just let me know u3u)

ghost just gives wraith vibes, all wispy and decrepit in appearance and showing up before/after creatures in the realm die. it’s not as though he was a villain by any means—in fact, he was rather comforting to the creatures he encountered before and after their passing, petting the soft fur of a fawn about to pass in the cold dead of winter or comforting the soul of a young boy who passed from a sickness he just couldn’t shake. it wasn’t his fault that his existence revolved around death, because without ghost, who would comfort and guide pretty little creatures like you between existential planes?

soap would be a kelpie, which is a creature from scottish folklore that lives in the water and entices humans to their demise. most of the time, soap would remain in his horse-like appearance, a murky grey horse with swirls of sea green spots dotting along his hind legs. but when he sees a pretty little thing like you walking along the water's edge, sandals in one hand and your fingers skimming the water surface, he wouldn't be able to help but shift into his human-like form, all thick bulging muscle and bits of seaweed lodged in his dark mousy hair. and who were you to turn down a late night swim with a beautiful looking man like soap? even if you've heard all the stories of people going to the lake-edge and never returning.

price just screams dragon. like that man exudes dragon energy, thick muscled body rippling with shimmering gold scales that extend down his forearms and to the white claws of his nails. he’d definitely occupy an old, crumbling castle, spending his days flying around the sprawling towers and rumbling hills on the castle estate, keeping knights and bandits alike from breaking into his home and taking what’s his (even if that includes the pretty little prince/princess held captive in the tallest tower).

gaz would be a griffin to me, seen as a symbol of resilience, bravery, power, and prestige. the body of a lion and the expansive wings of an eagle paired with sharp talons and a feathery head. he would be the prize pet of some noble old king, who tasked him with protecting the kingdom from outsiders and intruders hellbent on bringing down the monarchy as gaz knows it. he’d be fiercely loyal, ready at beck and call to rip creatures to shreds if it meant getting the praise and recognition he deserved. maybe one day, if he works hard enough, he’ll get a pretty little thing to call his own.

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[its-wormin-time]

Okay then! Hebrew letter pronunviation guide!

Aleph - /'a.lef/, first syllable is "ah" as in (british) "arm", second syllable like the word "left" without the t at the end.

Bed - /bet/, like "bed" but with a "t" instead of "d"

Gimel - /'gi.mel/, "gi" as in "gift", "mel" as in "melody"

Dalet - /'da.let/, like the doctor who "dalek" with a "t" instead of "k"

He - /he(j)/, like "heh" or "hey"

Zayin - /'za.(j)in/, like british "zar" (silent r) + "yin" (as in yin-yang) or "in"

Chet - /χet/, like "let" but with an initial throaty consonant, like the dutch pronounciation of "van gogh". if you can't pronounce it a "h" is good enough, so "het" like "cis-het"

Nun - /nun/, the vowel is "oo" like "foot", sandwitched between 2 "n" sounds

Mem - /mem/, like the first syllable of "memory"

Samech - /'sa.meχ/, first syllable is "sar" as british "sardin" (silent r) + "mech" as in big robot suit. the last "ch" is the throaty consonant like chet, but if you can't, "k" is good enough

Shin - /ʃin/, like english "shin"

Tav - /tav, taf/, like british "tar" (silent r) and ends with a "v" or "f" sound

and I think that's all the relevant letters, at least according to the worm wiki. if you have more questions feel free to ask!

All this arguing about how Marquis should be pronounced, meanwhile I'm forced to constantly hear Parahumans podcasts mispronounce Hebrew letters.

Oh? What's that, tensions are high with Earth CHEAT? What does CHITE want? It's too bad the sealed off Earth UH-LEFF, we could use their help!

[star-farer]

big words and little fishes

Summary: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Clone Force 99 spends an evening out with their toddler. AU: Ik'aad Taglist: @kybercrystals94, @fionas-frenzy

Author's note: In honor of the latest tbb news, here's a fun little piece from my AU!

“Ah.” Tech catches Omega’s hand just in time. “Don’t touch that, cyare.”

She frowns up at him where he kneels on one knee beside her, but wobbles to stand up, a small hand on his propped-up thigh she uses to lever herself upright. He keeps a hand loosely upon her back until she straightens.

“What is it, Buir?”

“It’s a sea anemone. A common marine invertebrate. This one is a particularly toxic species.”

“A sea nenenomone?”

He suppresses a smile. “Good attempt, ad’ika. But it’s a sea anemone.”

“A sea nemenomone?”

“Anemone.”

“Menenenome.”

“A—ne—mo—ne.”

“Me—na—no—me.”

She scowls adorably, leaning against his horizontal thigh, crossing her arms with a huff, glaring daggers at the sand. She looks for all the galaxy like a miniature of Crosshair, all pouting lips and wrinkling nose.

With an amused but gentle smile, he tips her head up by crooking a finger under her little chin.

“A—” he prompts, eyebrows slowly climbing.

She perks up. “A—”

“—ne—”

“—ne—”

“—mo—”

“—mo—”

“—ne.”

“—ne!”

He nods. “A—ne—mo—ne.”

“A—me—no—meeee!”

She’s hoisted into the air, legs flailing as she tries to attack her assailant, squealing loudly. “Wickaaaa!”

“Ey, Hun’er! Crosshair!” calls ‘Wicka’ over his shoulder with a wide grin, “Check out the catch for the day!”

“Mm, we’ll be eating well today,” says Crosshair as he saunters over with hands stuffed into his pockets. When he meets Omega’s gaze, he holds up wiggling fingers and clacks his teeth together into a grin for show.

“Nooo,” she squeals, giggling as she squirms in Wrecker’s grip, long fingers tickling her sides.

“Looks like you’ve caught quite the fighter, Wrecks.”

“Sure did, Sarge! Whoa—” he nearly drops her in the middle of all her antiques, all of them lunging forward simultaneously until he slings her firmly over his shoulders— “Quit wormin’ around, lil fishie.”

He jostles her a little, wincing when she shrieks right into his good ear. “’M not food!”

“You sure about that?” Hunter teases her, heaving Tech up and clapping him on the curve of his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fish so tasty as you. And I’m really hungry. You hungry too, Cross?”

“Very,” insists Crosshair.

Omega kicks and fights, reaching out for Tech. “Teeeech!”

“Oh, alright,” he huffs as he pulls her into his arms out of the blue. The action startles a yelp from Wrecker, hands following after his lost ‘catch’.

With a little giggle, she hides her face in his neck. “Don’t wet dem eat me.”

“Never, my heart,” he promises, kissing her tufty locks.

His ori’vode exchange glances that he finds himself unable to decipher, until they groan simultaneously and collapse against each other.

“Tech,” Crosshair draws out his name querulously, draping himself as best he can over Hunter’s shoulders, “We’re so hungry, we’re gonna die.”

“Mega’s the only food I managed to find today,” whines Wrecker where he’s plopped down on the sand (far away from the anemone, thankfully).

Hunter makes a show of fainting, leaning back against Crosshair with an arm thrown across his forehead.

“We’ll just have to starve, I guess. Starve right down to our graves.” His hand swings out in a grand gesture across the blue sky. “I can see what our plaques will read already. ‘Here lies the Bad Batch: Beloved Clones Who Starved to Death’. All because of Tech.”

A small sad noise escapes Omega, and Tech hoists her closer. “Starve, then,” he sniffs with jutting chin. He marches past the gaggle of brothers back up the rise, heading for the Marauder. “Omega and I shall feast on the gi dumpling soup currently waiting to be savored back in the ship.”

A resounding gasp is tossed around behind him, followed by strangled protests and scuffling sands. Tech shares a knowing grin with Omega, getting a giggle muffled into her tiny palm.

“Buir, wha’ bout the uj cake?”

He glances at the chrono at the edge of his lens. “Nearly finished, I believe.”

“Can I have two swices?” She holds up both her first fingers, pointing sky-ward.

“I don’t see why not.”

With a squeal that’s all delight, pure and true, she throws her little arms around his neck and squeezes. “Fank you, fank you, fank you!”

He laughs, patting her back. The Marauder looms into view as he crests the low rise, his ori’vode follow after him squabbling silly, and his ad’ika sits in his arms with her head on his shoulder. Life couldn’t be much better.

“Anything for you, ner cyare. Anything for you.”

[the-four-eyed-stray]

I loved the part in the Magnus Archives where Jane Prentiss said "it's wormin' time," and wormed all over the place