#ive been thinking about it so much cause i have so many supplies

[luvsickself]

If you see my tumblr is usually dead, no you don't.

I sometimes get so sad about the fact that we have tried VERY hard to have penpals and it never works out.

Guys.

Guys.

Be my penpal. We can chat before so you know if its a good fit. I'd need that anywho cause I am naturally anxious.

I literally collect washi tape.

I live next to a daiso and hoard pretty paper. We decorate envelopes with ur fav character content and aesthetic.

We draw. We will send you sketches.

I literally will send people whole care packages just for fun. I care you so much, be penpal NEOW.

[flight-freedom]

Me: Gee, I should really be in bed or doing something productive but I lack the motivation, to do either..

Unfortunately Also Me: guess it's time open innumerable tabs of Wikipedia pages about an obscure topic:

[artiststarme]

Let’s Get Medical!

Ok so I saw a few comments about Steve’s injuries on one of my last fics so let’s speculate! @goodolefashionedloverboi and @absurdityaddiction, thank you for your comments! They really got me thinking lol.

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Steve had some pretty deep wounds to the left and right lumbar regions of the abdomen that were left untreated for at least several days. There are a lot of important organs in this vicinity including the large intestine, small intestine, liver, and stomach, as well as many blood vessels that supply blood to the rest of the body.

Steve should have cleaned the bites immediately to avoid infection or horrific scarring. Usually, wound care would be performed shortly after the injury in which sterilized water, hydrogen peroxide, and betadine would be used to prevent infection. Understandably, he had other things to worry about at the time such as getting out of the alternate dimension that was trying to kill him and his friends. All Steve did was have Nancy apply an improvised bandage from her shirt that was already soaked in lake water and tainted by the Upside Down toxins. It would’ve helped to slow the bleeding by applying necessary pressure but it wouldn’t have helped with infection or scarring. 

When he got back to the Rightside Up, he should’ve cleaned them with sterilized water, saline, or hydrogen peroxide but he didn’t. Instead, he went to sleep or something. We know because he was still wearing Nancy’s improvised cloth bandage the next day when they were making plans to go to the War Zone.

He might’ve been able to change his bandages and apply some remedial first aid after the War Zone once he changed his clothes but by then, the infection would’ve had time to set in. 

Bats are known to carry a multitude of harmful bacteria and dangerous viruses. Because demobats look so much nastier than the disease-infested cute bats in real life, I have to assume they would have some demented version of some virus (like Rabies) or bacteria (like leptospirosis). 

Steve would’ve started experiencing fever, chills, lethargy, and muscle aches within hours of the initial bites but he still went into the Upside Down to kill Vecna. All of the strenuous physical activity likely tore the wounds open over and over again which would cause horrible scarring as well as some chronic pain and inflammation in those areas.

When he got out of the Upside Down, he would’ve gone directly to the hospital for Max, Dustin, and Eddie (we don’t talk about other alternatives). After several days of untreated wounds, blood loss and infection, Steve would be having a truly horrible time. 

When his adrenaline crashed, he would’ve collapsed in the hospital with wounds the rest of the Party didn’t think were too serious. They wouldn’t know what to think when the doctors said he could die. 

The doctors would have to debride the wounds of dead skin since it wasn’t healing on its own. They would administer strong IV antibiotics and flush his system with saline to try and override the sepsis. Steve would most likely have to have several surgeries to harvest skin tissue from his back and thighs to try and replace the “pound of flesh” that the demobats tore off of him. 

He would be fine eventually but he would always have the extensive scarring, both mental and physical, to remember the Upside Down by. 

Luckily for him, Eddie definitely would think that the scars looked badass.

[swarmishstrangers]

Your blog, fics and headcanons always cheer me up! Your art is so neat too. Ive been lurking around here for a bit when I feel like I need my crops watered. Question, can I get headcannon of mallek x reader where the reader is an artist? somehow was able to accept commissions while on Alternia? I feel like the vibe of them just silently drawing and him coding in the background is super cute. What do you think?

AUGRHGAA TYYY!!!! I'm glad you like the art, writing, and headcanons! I've also definitely had the thoughts of Mallek being with an s/o who works a lot on computers for digital art stuff, mainly cause it sounds peaceful af.

Okay, so! Artist is a pretty loose term that could apply to a lot of things, but you specify them drawing here, so I'll go over Mallek x reader, both of them being either a traditional artist or a digital artist.

Traditional Artist:

🎨Starting with the traditional artist! Dunno if any of you consider yourselves to be fairly clean but either way if you were to stay over at his hive a lot and for convenience's sake, leave some of your art stuff at his place..it only adds to the chaos that his hive, "damn girl you live like this?" Idk! I just imagine all sorts of physical stuff traditional artist's use. Different types of paint and paintbrushes, charcoal, watercolors, colored pencils, paper, canvases, etc. Your art stuff adds a whole other thing to look at in his hive and honestly? He's here for it. He thinks art is cool. I mean..he can do tattoos, so of course he'd have some appreciation for a s/o who does artsy stuff. He also like those moments where he finds you just covered in your art supplies. Charcoal all over your arms and even smudged on your face for when you couldn't fight a itch and scratched at it, your hands and fingers smudged with paint or oil pastels...he just finds it incredibly charming.

🎨Oh also on the subject of paint uhh. May or may not be something you're comfortable with using considering that paint on Alternia is made from the blood of trolls. Depends whether or not you can get over that and just pretend it isn't to cope lmao. If you can just. Don't ask Amisia and Chahut about how getting the supplies for your paint went!

🎨Mallek would find it incredibly relaxing to listen to while he's fucking around with his husktops and many monitors. Normally he's one to either sit in quiet with nothing to play or maybe he'll have his playlist quietly playing whatever music or other things to listen to while he works on projects or contact people. Not to say it isn't still quiet while you both do your own things, but that's just the thing. It's quiet, not silent. Mallek finds he works the best when he knows that there's life going on around him. The sounds of his hands rapidly typing on his keyboard, the whirring of his husktop, sometimes you can hear him speak to someone that he's calling. You just further add on with your sounds of living, the sound of pencil sketching onto paper or canvas, the louder or softer sounds of you using oil pastels or charcoal, papers being moved, the adjusting of a canvas. It's all very comfortable to you both.

🎨You're each other's background sounds.

Digital Artist:

🖋️Being a digital artist is also so cool to Mallek, why wouldn't it be? It's tech shit! He can also help you try and traverse the different Alternian art programs. It's pretty new to him too since all he usually uses is the Alternian equivalent to Microsoft paint..and it's not super serious, just doodles, sketches, and shitposts stuff to destress. You got yourself a husktop, Amisia was jumping at the chance to help you look for digital art supplies (such as a tablet and stuff), and Mallek helped you get a hold of art programs for you to try out and decide what you like to use as your primary programs.

🖋️They're pretty much the same as Earth art programs in terms of it's functions. Though of course their interfaces can be different from program to program. Not everything works as it does on Earth? Certain shortcuts or tool locations are moved around or changed but it's pretty easy to figure out if you're experienced in digital art. And if you're stuck or can't figure something out your cool tech savvy matesprit can help you out. Mallek has his moments where he takes a break from what he's working on briefly to watch you draw...he always has to stifle a laugh when he sees you're absolutely struggling over there to do line art, having to undo do your stroke like 50 times before you get it. Like the previous one? He thinks it's cute and charming.

🖋️While you don't add a lot of new things to look at it in his hive, as you're working with more tech, it's still just as nice to listen to in the background he thinks. He can hear your fingers type out messages to friends or clients you're working with, the sound of your pen stroking against the tablet face, your mouse clicking here and then. There may not be as many sounds, but he finds it just as comforting, he likes to listen to the life around him after all.

Commissions:

As for the commission portion, thought it would be fun to get into this separately after talking about the respective art types! Being commissioned as an alien on the planet is certainly. Interesting. Which can be taken positively or otherwise.

Being an alien is your selling point to a lot of trolls online. It's where you got a huge chunk of your followers! Sure, they're very split on genuinely believing you are a real alien and those who think this is some kind of roleplay account or something but follow out of interest. Your commissions gather more interest from those who want a drawing from an alien! Real or not. Lots of odd are fun interactions.

For a traditional artist you could go the route of just, scanning your picture and posting it onto your socials and tag the trolls (or post it to the troll client privately). If you offer a shipement of the physical original drawing Mallek can help you out with getting a drone to drop it off for you so you don't have to go on a wild goose chase to find the troll client in this great wide troll world.

[thefluxqueen]

HIIII :) here to ask about the abyss tell me about it please please please love this sort of thing :3

HAIIII welcome :) to preface this im normal i swear. anyway The Abyss is what i like ta call my Horrible Horrible Maze, i made it w/ the goal of making the worst possible experience in minecraft to torment my friends ^_^

I enjoy putting people in situations and studying them :D 

On that note! everyone who runs the abyss (24 people at current count) I time and write a couple notes on them! the abyss is honestly half maze half personality test LMAO. at current moment the quickest time goes to @ghostpajamas with a baffling 03:24 (wild that he got out so quick, i win tho cause i haunt his dreams), and longest goes to the beloved @rendogdomesticated with 1:35:54 <3 special shout out ta my dearest @theoctagon tho wolff ur insane i love u. guy goes inta the abyss for fun and has like 10 pages and counting of insane person phsyical notes tryna map it out (hes reported that hes gone through the first one 60 times and the 2nd one 5 jesus chriiiistttt). the abyss is fond of Pilot :) also if wolff is the favourite than @potionofinstantdamage is the Least favourite, rude ass set the place on fire when he got stuck in there :( oof ouchie

Highlights from my notes include @quack-city running backwards and upon me asking Why, simply replied “what if there’s slenderman :(‘ ... cant argue w/ that! he also hadda stop mid run so we decided its funnier if he’s just stuck in there forever. @newtbeetle was in there for like an hour and would NOT shut up about Paul Dano the whole time which was a time (love u beebs. ur isnane). my two test runners are @kishdoodles and @officialgleamstar and they had about the same time but like Opposite reactions it was very funny, kish treated it like they were a streamer n kept a like constant chatter, and travvy was like DEAD silent the whole time n Intensely focused akjewkjr tbh outta all 24 runners trav’s been prob the most like, methotical bout it? LIKE I SAID personality test. i Love studying people. 

In regards to its origins I came up w/ the idea back in like feb/march ish of this year and from start to finish it took me like 2 weeks ish i was on the Grind. u dont understnad how much black concrete this thing took. hell on earth,,, darkwoods has an economy/shopping district and i bought out like All the sand/gravel available akjwekjr the rest i hadda gather myself n God gravel sucks. also ive killed So Many Squids. the 2nd abyss was much easier ta gather supplies for cause i could ask for help w/ supplies n i kept the first one a Complete secret minus my test runners (i hadda bitch at SOMEONE while makin it or i wouldve died i think. speakin of the first abyss has a death count of 13 and the 2nd one has like, 5 or somefin? rlly shouldve writen that down akjwerjk those are Entirely me dying in the process of buildin them btw. its not a true Spain Build unless its mildly dangerous <3) The 2nd one also made me learn redstone, notably i specifically studied Tango’s decked out process vids from s7, tho i really only stole like two aspects of it n i couldnt even get one ta work properly LMAO

The second abyss took me like, wayy longer ta make, bout two months ish (i finished it like mid july). not necessarily in actual like, time spent building but cause in the process of makin it i had Two month long events i was in (Voiceteam in may and Art fight in july) so that distracted me a bit wkwnekeneie Im a bit more secretive bout the second abyss in general since not That many people have actually ran it compared ta the first n theres actually like, Things that can be spoiled in there <3 i like seein peep’s initial reactions its much more satisfying.

This didnt happen w/ everyone but i think a like, Core part of running the abyss is getting emotionally attached ta weird things. i wouldve said just torches until a few days ago when Tac (onea the rat server mods) ran it and claimed the stack of pumpkin pies i gave her as family. But Prior Ta That several people have had very intense emotions bout the redstone torches, whether love or hate or both, key example ft dog: 

Also not everyone ive mentioned on this post is in darkwoods! ive got a server i world editted the abyss inta so non-server members can run it for fun and profit (more data for me) :) on that note ive been slowly infecting the rat gang server cause my friend’s in there alot n another friend of mine’s a mod so peeps in there’ve been runnin it lately :) shout out ta TalonMC for lettin me subject him ta the Horrors literally our first conversation, onea my more fun first impressions i’d say

In regards to lore the abyss is a parasitic entity that infects anyone who gets stuck in there n slowly compells them ta go build their own lmao. note that ive only called the second abyss the Second one and not Abyss 2, because its technically just The Abyss as well cause theres many of them i just made it second wowjdkenejd (a real example of this is Wolff gettin obsessed w/ the abyss n then goin n buildin his own build called the Tower :) very excited bout that) The Abyss has a weird like fucked up warlock bond w/ my goddess oc The Overseer :D Her design’s vaugely based off my irl friend @hotcollectionoftubs cause her creation The Hole on a creative world her n some other friends of mine are on was onea the main insperations for certain aspects of the abyss’ lore :D mainly the teal in the colour palette and the whole ‘the [hole/abyss] provides’ thing. 

(my reference images for her and 3rd pic's art i commissioned from the Lovely @opuntie):

my darkwoods chara, Snake, is a whole nother bag entirely (basic gist is they’re a dimension traveler not by choice and darkwoods is the 3rd world theyve been in, their deal’s worth a whole post of its own lmao) i built the first abyss entirely unrelated ta my chara just as like, fun weird build ta torment my friends w/o yaknow? but then as i was buildin the 2nd one i was like hmmmmmm. alotta things could make sense if i made this one built by Snake. so their retirement arc on darkwoods turned inta even MORE trauma! wahoo! poor guy deserves a break,,, (he will not be getting one). 

(pre abyss + post abyss. i gotta properly draw pre-darkwoods Snake at some point but this dudes changed Alot ill say that lmao. both crops from bigger pieces on my art blog @fluxydrawings)

Anyway thats basically it! ive got more details and things locked in my brain ill probably remember in like 2 days after postin this so theres a chance ill reblog this w/ extra shit later lmao, sides that tho the abyss is my babygirl n thank yall for showin interest ^_^

Memes n shit to end us off:

[cpunkwitch]

answering my own questions

[pt: answering my own questions]

dont really get sent anything and not many people sent in the questions when the games were posted and reblogged, and i wanted to talk about stuff, so here we are.

this might end up being a multiple part post series?

ask game one (link)

(if comfortable) tell us about your condition? as much info as youre comfy with sharing.

i have a defect in the base of my spine, since i was born its caused me chronic pain all throughout my development and in recent years its only gotten worse, twisting my spine, headaches, jaw issues etc. i've also got highly suspected rheumatoid arthritis, fibromyalgia and ive been diagnosed with a pretty bad case of anemia so bad that everytime a doctor looks at my results after bloodwork they give me a pained look and say "heyy...did you know your iron is low? like...really really low?". that and a hand full of other things, vitamin deficiencies, etc. i dont mind talking more about this

2. do you know about the spoon theory? if yes, what do you think of it?

i'll be honest, the majority of my knowledge of spoon theory off the top of my head is that "drawer with limited supply of spoons" is the disabled way of saying i only have so much motivation and energy (phys, as "battery" usually refers to social and emotional) in me. i've read up on it ages ago but would not be able to put into better words what i still remember about spoon theory (esp since we had a different host back then), i like that its just so much quicker and easier to convey my amount of ability to do things for the day by saying whether or not i have the spoons for it.

i do like to joke that my drawer is always stocked with knives and forks for the ablests, but sometimes that requires spoons to handle too. /silly

3. do you have mobility aids? if yes, which ones? if no, do you want any in the future?

i've mention how i really wish i could have a wheelchair if i were in a different situation, i dont know if i'll ever get one and i almost cried when my brother responded to my joke of "would you make on for me?" with an "i would if i could", i really would like a wheelchair of some kind in the future if the world were more accessible and i were in a safer place. right now though, i've just got my cane that still needs repainting. i guess my moms back brace counts too, i take it with me to work sometimes.

4. how did you find out about cripplepunk? what drew you to the community and movement?

i dont exactly remember but i've known about it for years. i (prev host) might have come across it looking up different punk aesthetics, though im not completely sure why it showed up in a punk aesthetic list, possibly because its punk and people misinterpreted it? my first glimpse was seeing patches on jackets, spiked customized aids, cripples/phys disabled people in your classic punk attire (piercings, dyed spiked mohawks, ripped jeans and fingerless gloves) and i loved it. im a sucker for self expression through appearance and customizing things and then when i found out it was a whole community for support and centered around being physically disabled in general and slowly came to terms with my own disabled body and started accepting myself, i kinda fell in love with cripplepunk in the "this feels like home" sense.

i could probably ramble way more but i'll stop there.

5. if you deal with any kind of pain, what's your method of pain management?

i use hot packs, ice packs, voltaren cream, sometimes i take a cbd gummy, i do little stretches when i remember them, i take walks and hot baths/showers, im trying to go back to the chiropractor and my favourite instructors in rehab (theyre trans friendly and complimented my cane when i first came in with it i love them so much), and i take whatever meds i can, normally anti-inflammatory like ibuprofen but because i cant swallow pills i either take liquid (yeah, childs liquid meds works, the couple hours of mild relief is still worth it) or powdered tylenol or something. the hot/cold stuff depends on the pain and where on my body the pain is.

6. do you stand or sit in the shower or do you prefer baths/find bathing easier rather than showers?

i take baths for my muscles and during the damn monthly ouch in order to relax my body. i take showers just for my shoulders and when im feeling icky and wanna rinse off or something, i take showers on a "regular" basis and i normally stand because the only way i sit is if im crouched in the tub and if i do that i get extra dizzy standing up to get out when i turn the water off. thankfully im no longer near passing out when i take a shower but i still have to sit on the floor matt after because my legs demand rest. i gotta be careful with hot water cuz not only will it make me overheat quickly (i will not realize if in standing in blood-boiling hot water and turning myself into a cooked lobster until after im out) but it can also cause me to literally fall asleep in the bath which can go wrong.

7. do you have a sort of comfort item or safety blanket that helps you feel better, especially on the worst days?

a couple things. a few of them are stuffies/plushies, or music, games or books to help me keep my mind off it i suppose.

8. name 3 things you hate about hospitals/doctors/nurses/the medical system

a) a lot of them refuse to take people seriously or actually listen. sure maybe theyre tired or heard the same shtick before and wanna make sure this person isnt just a drug user trying to pity their way into getting more, but even then all matters a patient presents them with should still be taken seriously and never brushed off or mocked.

b) the fact that the er, the place you take a ticket and wait, is called the Emergency Room, when its normally scheduled appointments and people taken in by the ambulance that are top priority. sure its called the er because most visits through the er are rushed "emergency" last minute visits, people going there because they couldnt schedule an appointment and needed to see someone on that day, but still it feels wrong to call it the emergency room when its really just a waiting room and regardless of the visit they arent actually treated as emergencies. the whole system of just going to see a doctor feels messed up and most of the time you end up just going to see a nurse, get a check up and leave when they tell you what they got after a talk and examination or they schedule to see you again when a doctor is available. because of this i tend to prefer walk in clinics.

c) the fact that they charge to damn much, no matter if youre insured, it still charges so much. no matter what they do. and yeah, healthcare in canada is free to an extent if youre insured but a lot of times they charge more than your insurance can cover and not everyone can get/has insurance. not to mention the medical debt so many people have in america. i get that staff and hospitals need pay and funding but the government should have that covered and not have the patients charged so much for getting help. i almost got charged over 3k just for my short visit to the ward because there was an issue with my insurance and thats a whole angry story for another time.

9. whats an accessibility tool you wish was more accessible/that you had access to?

one of them is aac, the one i have on my phone i have to disconnect my phone to and has a limited amount of phrases i can pick from. id like it better if the app or just aac programs in general when directly to your device speaker by default, had more options for more ease conversing and none of them were behind a damn pay wall, in-app purchase or otherwise. i rarely use it for several reasons but i'd love if i could use it more with less limitations.

also wheelchair ramps. i dont have a wheelchair ramp but i wish people stopped walking on them when theyre clearly able-bodied, i wished my parents taught me and my siblings what the ramps were for and not to run up and down them as well as other parents to their kids because those things are supposed to be clear for a wheelchair user. i also think the corners should be rounded for ease of turning and that wheelchair accessible paths in general should be firm to the ground (not a wimpy matt on the sand that flips over and gets buried on the beach unmaintained), maintained and cleaned regularly, not have any gaps (ive seen so many of the small ones installed in doorways that have a height gap above the ground which causes trouble getting the wheelchair on the ramp let alone through the damn door) and not have railings made of metal if theyre outside (they can often reflect light into peoples eyes and get too hot to touch in the sun both of which are not good issues to have no matter how small they seem.)

those are at least the first to come to mind.

10. whats the worst accessability cockblock you've seen ableds do/make?

theres quite a few i've seen but atm nothing significant comes to mind other than overpricing mobility aids or placing paywalls in front of aids in general.

however there was the few times in more than one school i went to you had to go to the office, provide a 'valid' reason and ask them for a key to the elevator, otherwise they make you take the stairs. i know they do it because they dont want able-bodied kids messing with it n shit but its stupid, it should be accessible to everyone regardless. thank fuck both collages ive been to so far give free elevator use to any staff or student but in the schools i went to i was only allowed have the access key because i couldnt walk up the steps on my sprained/twisted ankle and i had to give it back at the end of every day. the last school even limited my use to just the morning or 1-2 periods that i had on the second floor. nevermind if my locker was up there.

11. whats an accessibility tool youre very thankful for?

screen readers. my little brother uses/used em more than me and i dont use them too often but im glad they exist in general i used them when i was younger and my english teachers gave us work on the computer, i used it like an audiobook and it helped me majorly. i hate that people dont always provide translations to things and make things harder on screen readers by using coloured, tiny, non-serif font-ed or 'quirked' text but ever since i was a kid i was just as happy they existed as i was about braille.

12. name 3 things you like about hospitals/docs/nurses/the medical system

a) that there are some people there who are actually hoping, willing and ready to listen and help others.

b) that they provide things for kids like toys in the waiting room, people who specialize in caring for kids in the hospital, some doctors even have their office decorated. one doctor i went to had her entire office winnie the pooh themed and it helped me out a lot when i got blood work done n stuff, it was really comforting to stare at pooh bear instead of the sharp pokey in my arm.

c) that things are usually kept quiet with low voices, as it reduces risk of overstimulation as well as avoids hurting anyones head and protects privacy of those talking about whats going on. voices are usually only raised to a normal talking level when in the privacy of a nurse or doctor office and its something i dont see really acknowledged anywhere.

13. do you have any favourite disability rep? (media or character)

not picking from my own sources, when it comes to physical disability rep, its hard for me to pick something that involves a realistic character because most of them arent very well portrayed or i cant personally relate to. i can list Freddy freeman as one, hes a crutch user and how the shazam movie portrayed him does well in expressing what ableism can be like for some visibly disabled kids in school. i could probably list some shows that handle disability well through other means if i thought of them, i know theres a few that handle it through super heros being disabled (the one spider-person who's got both a wheelchair and a cane from the recent spiderverse movie for example) or non-human characters having differences that are implied to be disabilities, and i adore that creativity, especially with showing disabled super heros as it tells disabled kids theyre still strong, not broken, they can still be cool and do great things just like able-bodied people. hard for me to name specific things off the top of my head though, guess i like specific tropes around disability rep more than anything. it helps normalize disability and thats what really makes me happy with it. (thats a big reason why i made @/your-fave-is-crippled)

14. least favourite/worst disability rep?

not phys disabled but sia's fucked up movie right off the bat still angers me. i cant name any specifics once again, normally if theres some rep that i dont like i purposely forget they exist to begin with, they arent worth remembering if they arent gonna do it right, y'know? id rather forget and move on than linger and rage about it if i can help it.

15. list some creators (youtubers/bloggers etc) that are disabled and/or cater to a disabled audience that you enjoy? (if any)

@crippled-pvp, @cripple-culture-is are a couple blogs i follow that i enjoy seeing on my dash (sorry if you dont want to be tagged!)

there was a deaf/hoh girl i used to frequent the content of as she talks a lot about signing and i really enjoyed her videos, shes such a sweet person but i never remembered her name nor any of the other creators i watched/followed. no one else comes to mind atm

16. favourite aspect about the general disabled community?

i like that there are people with advice at the ready, whatever question you have or info you need etc, theres always going to be someone with the words you need. i just like how helpful people can be in general in this community and how easily support is accessed through the community.

17. least favourite aspect about the general disabled community?

the fact that theres in-fighting, fake claiming, judgment, quick assumptions, and general internalized ableism still going on when we're supposed to be a community helping each other out not tearing each other down. im not just talking about the fight over "inclusion vs exclusion" on cripplepunk and other sub/separate communities in the disability community.

18. favourite aspect about cripplepunk?

i think my answer to "what drew you to cripplepunk" also answers this.

19. least favourite aspect about cripplepunk?

honestly? none. i hate the people forcing themselves into a space not meant to include them nor benefits them in the first place. i cant actually think of an issue i have with the cpunk community, only issues with people outside being upset over how "exclusive" it is because they want in.

20. free space:

feel free to ask me about any of my answers! i'll make a second post for the second ask game some other time. its currently 11pm and i have to get up early for morning classes yuck

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[horseshoecrabman]

5/27/24

bee update 5:

warning: post shows pictures of lots of bees, if you're uncomfortable with bugs proceed with caution or scroll away!

hey guys! sorry for not posting bee updates in a while, but there's not much to update. it's been good, the bees have been fine, and theyve really accepted their new home!!!!

one time, when dad and i went out there, he got a bee stuck in his coat and then it started flying all around my room when we got back inside. luckily, we got the little guy back outside and she returned to her hive !!! :)

it's been getting way hotter now that summer is approaching, and the bees are getting hot in their hives, so they often spend time outside the hive rather than inside.

at first i honestly thought they were about to swarm and fly off, and didn't approach them that much, but it probably gets super hot in a wooden box with 50,000 bees in it, so i get that

we have a bird bath in our backyard, but i havent seen many birds actually use it, but you know what i do see? bees bathing and drinking from it! its a pretty cute sight, so i usually clean out the dirty water every week or so.

i don't have many photos to share, but here are some recent photos of the hive! way more bees than when we started!

the first photo is also what a comb in progress looks like

theres so much honey in the hive, i was almost tempted to lick some, but that didn't seem like a super good idea..... imagine licking a bee on accident

in more troubling news, upon replacing their water supply today, i saw three hive beetles around the entrance to the hive

i think ive talked about hive beetles before, but they are a very dangerous threat to bees, eating their food supply as well as dead bees, putting their larvae into the cells and can also cause discoloration of the honey itself

i did capture two of the beetles in a jar, but couldnt quire get a good photo of them, theyre pretty small, so here's a closeup i found online!

i hope our hive will be okay and that we can solve the issue of the hive beetles soon, but i have hopes they'll be okay!

bee update over!!! i hope you all have a great day and thanks for reading!

[aphnatasha]

LISTEN I've been wanting to make them as bjds for a year at least the urge is so strong it's grabbing my neck

Although in my case I want to do the designs I have of them and also I am determined to figure out how to design fat bjds cause I refuse to make my girl Mary thin 😤

I actually have no experience whatsoever with bjd making but I've been watching some videos and I might save to get a bunch of supplies 👀✨

Like part of the reason I'm so excited about it it's because it requires different skills – character design, hairstyling, painting, even sewing!!!! And idk it just brings me joy to be able to create something "out of thin air", so to speak

Okay rant's over wjfhejfhe I wish you happy holidays!!! ✨✨✨

BRO IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO BJD'S FOR AGES its only recently that i kinda want to make the sandersons sbndndndnd. i still wanna do the plushies first cuz im not super great with making things by hand and i dont have the materials to make bjd's of 'em yet. i do have some old dolls, but i get the feeling that if i try to work on them, theyre gonna get really badly messed up

initially i wanted to make the redesigns i have for some of my fave monster high characters so they look more monstery, mostly headmistress bloodgood cuz i am determined to make her look more like a dullahan cuz i have so many thoughts about that in particular and im a lil saddened they never really took that route, but its understandable cuz a) that'd probs take a lot of time to animate and b) dullhahan are actually really terrifying and i dont think they wanted to make her so scary that she'd frighten kids (i feel like if they did go that route, lil kid me wouldve fallen even harder for her than i already did and that is saying something sbdbdn)

i feel like you could probably use some kind of sculpting or modeling clay to add on to the dolls to make them fat, but idk what types of clay would work for that dbbdbd. like, ive seen so many people use clay to sculpt out horns or thicken and/or lengthen a doll's arms or legs, so i dont see why you couldnt do somwthing similar for mary

i swear its something about creating a 3 dimensional thing that feels so exciting and so intrinsicly human, if that makes sense? like, being able to make dolls and figurines and charms and stuff out of clay and puting it together onto something sturdy to make sure it doesnt fall to pieces, something people have done since forever and changed it over time with new materials to work with and new processes to use it just. idk if im maoing a lick of sense, i just woke up shdjdnnf

i dont really have much experience in the sculpting area, but i think thats what makes working with new mediums so much fun. just being able to mess around and learn firsthand what works and doesnt work and learning from that, using your old creations and inspiration for something new. thats part of the reason why i keep a lot of my sketches, even if theyre really old. i always wind up inspired by it, and i wind up recreating the thing with how i do art now, or i try to put it into a new medium i learned as a sort of testament to how much that thing meant to me

aahh, i rambled on too shdjjd. i really wanna make dolls of them now. maybe i should see if my community college has any sculpting classes, that way even if we dont quite learn to make human/human adjacent things, it might give me just the help i need to be able to do it

(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ happy holidays!! ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡*⁠.⁠✧

[kidsomeday]

I was going to ask for Magical Medieval Vashwood Thing for WIP Wednesday, but I definitely want to request you work on your original story, whatever it may be

You get so much extra writing this go around, because you get both! Thank you for the asks. Both stories apparently wanted to get lots of woods. Felt good to have words just sort of do their thing. -

Medieval Magic Vashwood Thing Wolfwood moved back over to the window for another cigarette, though judging by the way Roberto was waving his own around at the table it wasn’t a necessary courtesy. Still, it got him away from the group again, a chance to calm down after more socialization than he normally had in a month. And the night air smelled sweet coming in off the little garden and somewhere a night blooming flower was sharing itself with the world. Vash and Millie came back in, carrying a tray of sweet breads, butter, and jam. Tea was refreshed, and from somewhere Millie produced a glass of something hoppy smelling for Roberto. They provided a calm background to the passionate debate between the others- it had veered from Roberto’s card play to some archaic rule about animal husbandry- and Wolfwood was stuck with something that might have been nostalgia but wasn’t because he’d never been allowed this kind of life, never been close enough to another person to have their weirdness become rote, never known people so well they could hand out bread with the exact amount of butter and jam you like, never laughed at a joke so well worn a simple look was enough to cause another burst into laughter. He knew that longing well enough, the memory of being so cold and hungry and looking in to warmth, happiness, little families sitting around the table and smiling. The nuns did the best they could, but there were so many other children, and food was so often scarce, and their clothes more mended patches than original garment. But he had sat there at the table. He’d made Millie laugh and Roberto snort in surprise. He’d made Vash compete in a secret game. Meryl had even given him a compliment at one point. It made him feel strange and unsettled. Sitting away from everyone was better, for now.

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Original Story Thing

Caleb was staring at him like they’d never met before, and Henry had to assume it was hard for him to process things before. It was quite the situation to have to be in. As troubling as the situation was for him it had to much, much worse for Caleb. It wasn’t either of their fault that he was that sick. It was his fault that he hadn’t told anyone and had been apparently willing to curl up in a corner and suffer through the weekend, but Henry had long since stopped trying to figure out why people did anything. “There shouldn’t be any permanent damage to the chaise lounge,” he added, thinking that may have been contributing to Caleb’s anxiety. “I ordered some of the best cleaning supplies I could find. Veronique will be pleased. She’s consistently on me to purchase, and I quote ‘the supplies our antiques deserve.’” By now Caleb was looking around, his face getting progressively whiter. He took in the IV in his arm, the blankets spread over his lower half, and the slew of supplies Henry had to started to gather. “I’m going to throw up,” Caleb said, then proceeded to do so. 

[thec0untry]

realllllllyyy sentimental sentimental emotional personal

Idk why i feel the need to write it all out, it supplies some sort of catharsis to type everything and see it all in words. Coming to terms with the fact that i am still getting over a four-year whirlwind relationship with a girl who still in many ways is the girl of my dreams. We broke up a year and a half ago extremely amicably and responsibly, but the aftershocks of my entire life being uprooted have in no way ceased. We stayed close all through last year through the fucking absurdity of my gender tornado and my ultimate self destruction (which i am still in the early-middle stages of recovering from). The holistic rewiring that must be exacted following such a relationship/breakup (we were convinced through all four years that we would marry each other) has been such a long process, and my current emotional makeup makes so much more sense to me when i remember that i am still "getting over" all of it. Have only had one brush with love since then and that was more an extreme emotional/creative/personal alignment that ended in heartbreak and turmoil but also a friendship i am confident will last for my entire life. The way i always say it is that i can still remember the endless hours in the mornings when i would wake up before her and hold her in her bed, her body fitting perfectly in my arms, her strange breathing and her eyes as she woke, her sleepy voice and face, i can recall all of it immediately, the tenderest moments. This in varying forms for years. The deepest love and the warm knowledge that we shared every emotion for each other. And now the fact that i rationally understand but can't seem to really reckon with is that i will not feel that way again for a very long time. And it is not fair to whomever i am with to constantly measure my relationship with hypothetical new person to the relationship with her (of course when the true power and love returns it will be rapturous and nothing like anything i have ever felt). And at the same time she is continuing her life, and her growth has been staggering and beautiful to watch after we parted--painful, undoubtedly, but if our split was what she needed to grow then it was exactly necessary, i would never want to hold her back (i was). She is with a new boyfriend and this is good. But i can not shake the feeling: i am still here, and though the last time i saw her i realized that i am very much not in love with the person she has become, the fact of our relationship has left a universe-sized footprint on me. I am still here i am still here i am still here. But i feel like i am not, i feel like i am still in some interim, still living in the blast zone of our breakup and the abjection that followed it. Also knowing that she was the best person ive ever met, and though i do not love her now she is still one of the best and most powerful people i have ever known. And then comes the other fact that i spent the first half of this year convincing myself that i could somehow make her love me again, forgive me for all of the destruction i very publicly caused last year, somehow prove that getting back with me would not be an act of cowardice or backstepping. However It is not willed and this is a simple fact. But if she turned around and texted me right now something sweet and said she wanted to see me all amorous-like i would drop everything for her (perhaps not good because i do not really enjoy being around her anymore, but this is still true, i am not writing what i wish was true, i am writing what is true). Then the next question is: what next? I am a young man who feels love for everything and everyone very deeply and the answer of "dont think about falling in love" is not viable. I have tried that route again and again and it feels very bad. and so the answer i suppose is that i must strengthen even further, resolve all of my emotional hangups and potential immaturities, squash out my occasional suicidal flashes (which are obviously very alienating for people who love me), deepen my love for the world, for people, for art, forgo pride and inauthenticity,

increase my comfort and stability in the world and in social relations, increase my skill and power as an artist, fully live in my body, increase ruthless honesty with myself, understand all of my motives and learn to never hurt anyone on accident, be a little less intense, be kinder and more forgiving to myself, truly live, truly be alive and love being alive, and really really get over this breakup (which involves doing silly things like write big paragraphs on tumblr)--all around make myself the best potential boyfriend for the girl whom i love whom i havent met yet who is walking around right now. Man somehow writing all this out listening to my big ambient playlist has made me feel a lot better!

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 190

Achilles Castle part 92

Lemonade and lies PART 35

Kate: pov oh no that could kill me, i have a heart condition. The Dr asks what type I have, how long I have had it for and if anyone else in my family has one. I have arrhythmia and I have had it for about 5 years and I'm the only one in my family who does. The Dr asks what caused my heart condition, I  say as a matter of fact a bullet. The Dr asks me to repeat what I just said because she thinks she didn't hear me right. Oh no you heard me all right. I will give you a few minutes to let it sink in. By the way, I was shot at a funeral, my Captains funeral 

 

Dr Springfield: pov I'm going to need an explanation or a story for this. Kate starts out with I was a detective at the time. Well that makes sense cops are always getting shot by suspects. She gives me a little back story about what led up to her shooting. Mr Castle explains that she went into cardiac arrest in the ambulance, had a collapsed lung and needed a chest tube. She was immediately taken into emergency heart surgery. 

Castle: pov The bullet nicked her inferior pulmonary vein and left ventricle, she then went into cardiac arrest again they had to use the paddles and do manual cardiac massages she then flatlined they eventually brought her back to life,  she had severe blood loss. She spent 1 week unconscious in the CICU before waking up. She was on disability for 3 months, has a heart condition and PTSD, her immune system is also weak. 

Dr Springfield: pov I don't know what to say, that must have been hard since it was your Captain's funeral and everything that happened with him was probably still very much fresh. Kate says very much. um you said before when I mentioned the epi-pen you said that  it could kill you, is that because of your heart condition. Kate says I guess, I'm not 100 percent sure how it would affect me. Yeah, let's not take that chance. 

Kate: pov Dr Springfield suggests I take an allergy test on top of the blood one. It's the safest option for me. She would just have to swab my mouth and draw some blood then send the samples to the lab. I should know the results in a few days. It's recommended that I keep some benadryl at work or on me in case I need it and to never drive after taking it.

Castle: pov Dr Hazel Springfield grabs a swab out a cabinet to swab Kate's mouth for the test. Once that is done we are sent downstairs to the lab so she can then get her blood drawn for the blood test. Dr Springfield has notified the lab that Kate has a heart condition so that way they are prepared. After a few minutes of waiting Kate's name is called.

Lab tech Lauren: pov Dr Springfield notified us that Kate has a heart condition, that way we could monitor her more closely. After talking with them both and learning about Kate's medical history and how it all happened I get the supplies ready to draw some of Kate's blood. I decided to put a pulse ox-meter on her finger and a heart monitor just in case another lab tech is monitoring her blood pressure. Captain  Beckett which vein is better to use.

Kate: pov they are all rough i’ve had so many iv’s and blood draws that my veins are not the best. She eventually finds a good vein and draws my blood with no problems. I have to wait a few minutes to see how I feel. I can hear someone in the waiting room complaining because it's taking so long. The same person says  why does she need two lab techs. The receptionist replies to the rude person saying she has health issues and they want to take extra precautions with her. The same person replies that she doesn't look like she has health issues,  probably just doesn't like needles. He then goes on about people faking illnesses to get special treatment. I’m free to go. I decided to comfort the person about what they said. The lab tech is standing next to me, I ask who said that about me. The receptionist points to a man wearing a black shirt and jeans with a small child next to him. The man named D'Arcy looks a little bit angry. D’Arcy I understand that you were the person who said the mean thing about me but I don't think this is the example you want to set especially for this little guy sitting next to you. Because it's not cool to be mean to others you know what else isn't cool having a bullet tear through your chest and needing emergency heart surgery just to survive. I lift up my shirt to show him my thoracotomy scar. 

D’Arcy: pov I’m so sorry I had no idea that happened to you. I'm having a rough day and was angry and took it out on you which is not okay. what is your name by the way, she says Captain Kate Beckett. Oh so you're a police officer she says yes and explains as much as she can that is kid appropriate before its my sons turn. You know what I feel so horrible about the way I treated you. My son suggests that we buy her lunch but I don't know what she can have. Is it okay if I give you a 20 instead so you can get some lunch, since I don't know what you can eat. She says an apology is all she needs but thanks for the offer anyway, maybe pay for another stranger's meal instead. 

 

Castle: pov I manage to make it to the car on my crutches, before we head back to the precinct we are stopping for lunch. To be continued.  …….

[mpcedric]

Sàbhailte (solo)

TW: mention of torture, abuse both physical and mental. And fire guns. NOTE: The deity mentioned in the thread is Hecate (@mphecate)

Slowly, Cedric's senses started coming to the surface, waking him to reality. First, he could listen to his surroundings but everything was mostly quiet, a couple of distant chatter and the rustle of equally distant trees. A dream? No, he didn't have one for months now. Then his eyes opened and the movement was too quick, making Cedric flinch at the sight of natural light and he would try again but slower so his eyes could adjust to the room's brightness.

The room. Cedric glanced around as much as his body allowed, which wasn't much considering the amount of medical care supplies that were plastered all over him. From bandages to IVs in his arms and nose, to the devices on the side of his bed, it was clear he was in a hospital. Needless to say Cedric felt a urge of relief but also confusion. His brain felt immensely pressured down, trying to fit the pieces together and that was when his memories started flooding back.

His naivety and ambition to break free from the blackmail and threat from the underground agency took the best of him. Cedric found himself being caught and betrayed by former MI6 colleagues, who accepted a deal for the sake of being part of the group that would dethrone whole deities. But to their disappointment, Cedric refused to share any information after living on the island for a year.

With this, Cedric's fate was filled with nothing but pain. The agency wasn't creative with their choices of torture, resorting to the classic waterboarding, sleep deprivation, burning and multiple other methods that would cause physical distress but never a fatal blow. After all, an injured Cedric would eventually talk but not a dead Cedric right? Even throughout the many episodes of pain, Cedric's heart kept itself in the same place: to protect the ones he cared about.

And every day he would think about them. From the people in MPPD, to the other acquaintances and friendships he made in Mount Phoenix but, if he would be honest to himself, there was one person he thought the most about during those dark months, Angela. Cedric never questioned why, never concerned himself to ponder over the fact her smile and her eyes wouldn't leave his mind whenever he'd need comfort. Naturally, we would think of Siwoo as well, of their first encounter in the park, the ice cream. And wished he could see them once again, have the chance to take them camping or to the beach since it was Summer.

With time, Cedric would lose hope about leaving that place. He had come to terms with his destiny and would just hope the people he was protecting would continue their lives peacefully. But, Cedric wouldn't go down without a fight and without wasting the group's time yet again. That morning Cedric informed he would talk, but he demanded everyone to be present, that he would not repeat his words. The agency was reluctant, but hours later, Cedric was taken (more like dragged) to a large office room where twenty people sat, waiting for him. And Cedric knew all of them.

From MI6 agents to sergeants and even the one store clerk from a grocery shop he visited the day before being captured were there. He had been followed the minute he step foot in the country. But that wasn't relevant now. Cedric stood up, pretending he was about to speak but in a second, he leapt to the closest guard, punching him unconscious and took the gun, landing three headshots on three different people sitting. Soon he was being pinned down and screams could be heard. "Don't kill him! Motherfucker, I should let you die." The people in the room started debating what to do, most agreeing to end the circus and reciprocate Cedric's actions.

But while curses were being thrown and the conclusion seemed close, the room was filled with fog thick enough that one couldn't see anything in their immediate surroundings. Cedric was questioned but he equally had no idea what was happening and honestly, the demigod wouldn't dare to move in that moment to figure it out. A faint but audible wail could be heard, like it was coming from the walls and each second that passed, the thud of a body falling to the floor could be heard.

His recent rush of adrenaline left Cedric's weak body completely immovable, his mind equally exhausted and nothing made sense at that moment. His eyes started to shut down but not before Cedric felt a presence right next to him, a barely familiar face hovering his body. "You're-" He mumbled before falling unconscious.

Now coming to the conclusion somehow he had been saved, Cedric was even more eager to understand his present situation. The window. Cedric tried to lean forward to get a better view on the landscape outside of the building and he easily recognised the university. He was back in Mount Phoenix, meaning, whoever helped him, had to be a deity. Cedric had seen her before, but couldn't connect a face to the mythos.

But most importantly, he was back home and everyone had been kept safe. He was free and he knew exactly what to do with his new found freedom.

[anglbrkr]

Unyielding [Orc/Male Reader]

Unyielding

Ive been into orcs lately. Might post another one with another orc thats smuttier 

Content Warning: Blood and injury, shorrt, nothing happens lol, kinda fluffy ig

There are no typos

1k word

It’s a stormy night when a disturbance comes to [N]’s cottage. Not even minutes before checking on the pigs and the hens, insuring them shelter, there’s a rattling against the front door of his home, much too harsh to be rain. The young man’s eyes study the door once he gets near it, waiting for another noise. It comes again, much too rough to be mistaken. Someone is knocking at his door.

Before the next knock comes, he hesitantly opens the door, his head peeking from the inside. He’s face to face with an abdomen, and when his eyes trail up to look, his neck strains until he meets the face. A flash of lightning dramatically reveals the bloody face of an orc, looking down at him coldly. The rain falls on him harshly, catching in his hair and beard, [N] manages to notice a bleeding cut on his face, quickly dripping down. The boy gulps.

“Shelter,” the orc says, his voice baritone and grim. The grip he has on his battle ax loosens and it falls to the floor, startling [N], yet his eyes remain strained on the human. “I require shelter.”

[N] stares for what seems like an eternity, before opening the door wide, and stepping aside to allow the orc in. He watches how the orc cranes his head down to get through the door, even once inside, his neck bends so as not to touch the cottage roof.

In the dim lights of the candles inside, [N] finally registers the nasty wound on the orc's abdomen, a deep-looking stab wound. Soon enough, his eyes find more and more fresh wounds over the orc's body, a worried look in his eyes. He must have been in a serious fight to be covered with so many cuts and bruises. The boy thinks for a moment about calling out someone who might help him, but he's miles away from civilization, and no one would hear him if they did come. No matter how much he worries though, he can't let this happen. He needs to do something for the orc, he can't fathom the idea of the stranger being hurt any longer. His heart pounds as he makes up his mind and rushes into a nearby room where he grabs some bandages and water.

The orc stands in place as the young man silently panics, watching the human run to get something. His wounds ache and sting, and there's a pulse of pain coursing through his body, but he still manages to stand and keep a straight face. With what seems like medical supplies, the human returns and carefully takes his hands, leading him to another room.

Urzul must say, it was a stroke of luck to find a cottage in the middle of the wood, especially after getting this injured, he almost found himself resting in a nearby cave. He lets the boy lead him to another room, a bedroom, where Urzul must duck his head again to not hit the doorframe. When he is sat on the bed, he lets out a barely noticeable sigh of relief. It's been days since the last time he slept without being chased off by any wild beast or enemies.

The orc lets his muscles relax, the sound of the rain and the small human running around forming a pleasant ambiance while listening to this softness. He finds the smell of medicinal herbs soothing and relaxing, as well as the warmth they provide during these cold nights. After some more silence, he finally asks if he can ask about his injuries. The boy looks at him with pitying eyes, before turning away and going back into the other room.

[N] rummages through boxes, looking for bandages and clean cloth for the orc's wounds, which are now covered in dirt and blood. As soon as [N] sees them though, there's no way he could ignore all those cuts and bruises, some even sticking onto his skin, and making it look like someone had tried to carve the whole thing from him. Swallowing hard, he sits down next to the orc, taking one hand in both of his own to examine it thoroughly, causing his heart to race when he notices how much pain is present in that body. His hands shake as he cleans the wound and carefully wraps it up in the white fabric. With great care, he takes the orc's head between his hands to get a better view of the cut on his face, but his fingers stop moving after finding a large bump underneath the hairline, right below his brows. "What happened?" He whispers to himself, brushing over the injury with his thumb.

Urzul stays silent as the human observes him, flinching now and a cut is brushed over. He closes his eyes, limbs heavy. The human had begun washing his face at some point, placing bandages on his face. When he felt the human begin to bandage his abdomen, he lifts up slightly, to allow the bandage to go around him. It's too tight at some parts, causing him to grunt with pain, his breathing shallower than before.

"I'm sorry," [N] says softly, eyes filled with worry, covering the bandaged area again.

The young boy is so slow-moving, Urzul thinks to himself, watching him continue this process slowly. After some time passes in silence, he finally speaks up, making his voice soft, yet still audible through the room. "Thank you."

[N] stops mid-way, looking at the orc for a moment before nodding, a small smile on his lips, but then quickly turning away to find something else in one of the boxes. "You're welcome... I hope that doesn't hurt too much?" He asks, shaking slightly as he looks into the box, picking out what he needs.

A deep sigh escapes the orc's nostrils as the human continues working on him.

The orc falls asleep at some point, while [N] is still bandaging him. The human only notices when he goes to ask the orc if he's hungry, and no response is heard. His shoulders slump, the night feels so long, he should be in bed. He traverses upstairs to his room, giving himself a reminder to make breakfast for the orc, who knows how long it's been since he's eaten.

He falls asleep the same way he always does, staring into space until unconsciousness finds him.

[sacredsorceress]

Milestone || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and bucky’s relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own

a/n: in this we’re gonna pretend that bucky didn’t get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wanda’s. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

The First Time You Met

Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.

Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.

Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.

“You’re not very good at this.” He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.

“I’m...” You grunted. “.... new.”

Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.

“Look,” He said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.

“Lucky me.”

As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him. 

Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.

“Look guys, I would love to keep this up but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so I’m really sorry-” You watched as the drone took Peter’s web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.

Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Don’t worry about the drone thing,” You said. “I know when to see myself out.”

Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Who are you?”

Bucky didn’t know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.

Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.

“Y/n.”

And with that you left the airport.

First Touch

The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebula’s arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.

“I chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.” You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.

Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.

“The fight wasn't much better back here.” He said. “At least we had oxygen though. You’re not looking so good, kid.”

Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.

It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universe’s population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.

Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.

Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.

“I’m- I’m fine, Rhodes.” You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. “It’s nothing-”

Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.

“Bucky Barnes?” You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.

“Y/n.” He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.

Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.

“You remember my name?” You asked in disbelief

“Hard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.” Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. “Doesn't happen often.”

For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didn’t fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.

Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.

“Not looking for a rematch are you?” You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. “‘Cause I think I’m gonna need a raincheck.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m done with fighting.” He said.

Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.

“That makes two of us.”

Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.

“And Sarge?” You called.

“Yeah?”

“I like the new arm.”

For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.

First Kiss

It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasn’t much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV. 

The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.

Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.

Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldn’t pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.

So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didn’t want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you weren’t, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.

He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.

“Y/n, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.

“C’mon Barnes,” You taunted, raising your hands. “You scared?”

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.

“I wasn’t even ready!” Bucky exclaimed.

Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.

Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance. 

Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Bucky’s shirt bringing him down with you.

Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.

Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Bucky’s heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.

“Yeah, it does that when I see you.”

You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Bucky’s hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval. 

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.

Before you could even process it, you felt Bucky’s lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.

Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Bucky’s face as he rubbed circles against your back.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He teased. “You could’ve just asked.”

First “I Love You”

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.

“Did you have stuff like this back in the olden times?” You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

“What?” He asked despite his mouth being full. “You mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?”

Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.

“One hundred doesn’t sound much better, babe.”

Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before “popping” and bursting into an array of color.

“Look!” You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. “It’s starting!”

Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldn’t help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.

Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

He thought you wouldn’t be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.

“Did you just say that you love me?” You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.

Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.

First Home

“Okay!” You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. “That one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.”

“I helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.” Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. “I wouldn’t miss stuff like this for anything.”

Smiling at Steve’s comment, you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.

“Yeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.” Bucky chuckled. “This is easy for him.”

Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.

When you had left the two of them’s earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You know,” Steve said. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.

When Bucky’s memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew “normal” was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for. 

The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didn’t end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.

“Sure you won’t miss me too bad, pal?” Bucky asked.

Taking his hand back from Bucky’s shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.

“No, I think I’m used to it by now.” Steve chuckled. “It’s just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.”

Shaking his head at his friend’s joke, he shoved him playfully.

“C’mon, ya’know this is different.” Bucky said. “I think this is the last one for me.”

Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.

“I know.”

Hearing the sound of you and Natasha’s footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.

“Don’t forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?” Nat said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry.” You told her. “I’ll come visit every day.”

“Well, not every day-” Bucky interjected.

“No. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. You’ll wish you never said anything.”

Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked as you handed him the present.

“Just a little housewarming gift.” You smiled.

Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.

A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.

“So, Tony had put a camera in Peter’s suit back before we went and fought you guys.” You explained. “And I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.”

Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.

“A photo of us fighting?”

“Yes!” You told him. “Do you like it?”

Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didn’t even know it in the moment.

Although your story was far from “normal” it was your story and that’s what mattered the most to him.

“I love it, doll.” He said, pulling you into his embrace. “This is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?”

“All of them are.” You laughed into his chest. “But I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

[9-punk]

I saw you asking for ppl to send asks cause you were bored, so i hope this isnt much trouble.

So Minecraft, am i right?

Basically, how do you think the stitchpunks would play minecraft. Like if they had like a server for their whole group-

(I dunno man ive just been suddenly thinking about it a lot-)

Oh my god yes… so I believe 1 would find a village, get 2 to go get supplies and make himself a new home as leader of the village.

1 would also 100% have an army of iron golems

2 and 7 stick together Bc 2 does all the mining and 7 protects him.

6 just wants to make fireworks and dye banners.

The twins spend so much time at the enchantment table, trying to figure out the language. They have also had to be saved from Endermen to many fucking times

8’s just vibing. He’s like the animals in the village him and 1 stay out.

8 has tamed all the cats in the village and has a baby pink sheep Bc I want him to.

5 was fishing and an ender man decided that he wanted to kill 5 so badly that he didn’t care if 5 was in the water. (This is based on a personal experience) And now 5 isn’t going anywhere without a Pumpkin.

9 went missing for hours and when he was found he was in the deep dark somehow surviving and having many many pets. He made an entire fucking base in the deep dark. It only took him dieing 53 times to finish it.

7 is just trying to not die. She goes to the nether every time 2 doesn’t go out

[treesnutsandleaveswrites]

Lodestar

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: You are on a mission with the Batch and you are worried about their safety due to the conditions of this planet. Part 3 to my Bad Batch Polyam series

Warning: some angst

Word Count: 1883

A/N: I’ve been on a writing binge so I’m just dumping stuff onto you guys now and then I might disappear again lol. I’ll try to be consistent tho y’all

Pt II: Guilt of Prosperity, Pt IV: Night on the Town

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You helped Wrecker and Echo load the ship while waiting for Crosshair and Hunter. Tech was already inside inputting the coordinates to the planet where your assignment was. You handed Wrecker one last thing and then saw the last two of your group walking towards the Havoc Marauder. You all got into the ship and prepared to take off. Once you left the atmosphere, everyone started to move around the ship. You joined Echo in the cockpit, looking over your holopad and connecting it to the ship's communication radio. This helped you keep track of the mission if you needed to be off ship with the others. You sighed, looking over a map of the planet. This planet was known for rapidly changing weather and you were worried about how it would affect everyone.

“Like I told you, cyare, everything will be fine. We’re trained for this. Even as a reg before, I knew how to handle weather changes.”

You hummed, still looking over the planet.

“That map won’t tell you much, darling. I’m running a diagnostic right now and creating a program that may help us track the weather changes while we’re out there.” Tech explained, which caused some weight to lift from your shoulders.

While you were with them on missions, you never really got to go out on the field with them unless they were in a city or a town. The Kaminoans insisted it stays that way and the batch had no objections to such rules when it came to your safety. You decided to let Tech and Echo have the cockpit to themselves, heading into the main part of the ship where Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair were doing their own individual tasks. Wrecker was using Gonk as a weight (like usual), Hunter was doing some inventory for the weapons and supplies brought on board, and Crosshair was cleaning the parts of his sniper rifle.

“Hunter…” You stood next to him, “Can’t I go out there with you guys this time?”

“No, mesh’la. You know the rules. We’ll be fine. It’s best if you stay here so we have direct communication with the ship and Kamino through you.”

“But what if we lose connection because of the weather changes?”

“Then at least one of us will be safe.”

You furrowed your brows and looked at him, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Hunter sighed and looked up from the holopad he was holding, “I just mean that at least one of us will be safe and be able to call for help or go back to Kamino to get help. We taught you how to fly the Marauder, so we trust you if anything happens.”

You crossed your arms and turned away, “What if this planet causes a flash flood and washes away the Marauder over a cliff or something?”

Wrecker laughed loudly while placing Gonk down, “You think too much, ad'ika!”

Hunter shook his head and looked at you over your shoulder, “Why are you so worried about this, cyar’ika?”

You huffed and walked away to the shooter's seat, where Crosshair usually stays, but you were the only other person he allowed in there when you weren’t in a firefight. You sat next to the window, looking out at the passing stars, knees close to your chest. Commotion came from the metal ladder leading to the small compartment so you turned to see Crosshair. The two of you have gotten closer ever since the Kenobi incident on Kamino. Everyone, especially his brothers, knew that Crosshair was not a very social or open man. Even in your relationship, Crosshair was not too lovey dovey with you like the others, but you still knew he loved you. He wasn’t a man of many words, but sometimes you weren’t either. The difference between you two was courtesy. You were very compatible with all the boys really. With Hunter, you two were headstrong and caring over others, which sometimes caused conflict over many different things but it made you two stronger. With Echo, you two were empathetic and understanding with many, especially the regs since he once was one and you had come to understand them during your teachings. With Tech, you are always interested in what he tells you and willing to learn a lot from him while he learns from you. With Wrecker, you both had an intense soft side and liked to be goofy when tensions were high (and sometimes at the wrong times), he was just a bit slower than the others but you always had patience. Finally, with Crosshair, the both of you enjoyed each other’s company and didn’t need many words to be comfortable with one another. He was the most misunderstood out of the batch and you didn’t pressure him to try to be something he’s not, which he was grateful for.

You took a moment to look at him as he stood at the entrance before he made his way to you. He crouched down and cupped your face, grazing his thumb against your cheek. He didn’t need to ask the obvious question looming over you.

“I’m sorry… I just-I just get so worried about all of you. And if I lose contact or you all get stuck or lost, I don’t think I could handle being left alone. I was so used to it on Caetum after my parents died, but ever since we all started our relationship. The thought of being alone frightens me. I don’t care about any of the regs or Kaminoans, just all of you…” You explained weakly, tears in your eyes.

Crosshair only nodded and moved closer to you while keeping eye contact, “There’s a blaster hidden in that panel over there. If you lose contact with all of us for more than an hour… you come after us, alright?”

You looked at him for a moment before nodding.

The both of you exited the compartment and made your way to the cockpit. The planet was in view and the ship was about to enter its atmosphere. You sat in your chair and you could feel your chest tighten as you got closer, which caused Hunter to reach over and pat your shoulder tenderly. The ship landed in a small clearing in the forest and the boys got ready to go fulfill the assignment. You looked out the window and saw the sky start to go dark, and Tech’s comm device started to beep rapidly.

“The weather is about to change, we should try to get ahead of it.” Tech suggested, which caused agreement amongst the rest of the batch. You watched as Hunter opened the door before he turned his head to look at you.

“We’ll be back before you know it, mesh’la.”

You nodded once and watched as he walked out then the others followed behind him, bidding you farewell. Crosshair was the last to exit and he looked back at you. You nodded shortly which signalled him to keep going and the doors shut behind him. You rushed to the cockpit and watched as they walked away further into the forest. Wrecker looked back and waved to you before catching up with the others. It was painful waiting for them on the ship, but they made sure to check in every hour or just whenever they needed to know something about the planet. The program to track the weather that Tech made was also inputted into the ship, so you also knew when the weather would change. It had been an hour since their last check in and you were pacing around the cockpit. The mainframe started to beep again, which meant the weather was about to change. You looked out the window and saw snow start to fall, which caused your heart to race more. There had already been a short rainstorm which made the signal to them choppy, so you wondered what the snow would do. Thoughts started to reel through your mind. Should you stay on the ship in case they find a signal? Should you go looking for them? Should you try to relay a message to Kamino? What if you lose a signal first? What if you’re snowed in? What if they get stuck or lost in the snow?

You pressed on the comm radio, “Hello? Hunter? Tech?”

Static.

You sighed and cussed under your breath before heading to the shooter’s chair, lifting the panel, and seeing the blaster Crosshair told you about. You lifted it up gently, feeling the cool metal against your hands. As you admired it, your communication device on your wrist started to go off.

“Mesh’la? Cyare?”

You placed the blaster back in and answered.

“Hunter?”

“We’re almost to the Marauder, get ready to open the hatch!”

You put the panel back over the blaster and rushed to the main part of the ship. You heard the familiar boom of Wrecker’s voice and opened the doors. It slid up and the batch stood there, snow covering their armor. You couldn’t help but smile as they entered the ship, relishing their presence. They looked a bit worn out, so you took care of preparing the ship for take off so they didn’t have to do too much work. After doing that task, your eyes averted toward the window and you were entranced by the snowfall. You fell silent and watched the white flakes cover the trees and slide down the window of the cockpit.

“Mesh’la?” Echo’s voice reached your ears causing you to turn.

“Sorry.”

He smiled gently and engulfed you in a hug as you stood. This shocked you slightly, but you accepted it. The rest of the boys entered the cockpit and you looked to them.

“What happened out there?”

Tech sighed and sat, pulling you into his lap. You immediately knew something was up and looked at all of them confused.

“Boys? What is it?”

There was a moment of silence before Hunter finally spoke.

“When the snow started to fall, we were sure we would get stuck. We thought we could wait it out, but Cross was insistent we keep going… We were hesitant at first, but he told us what you said to him. Then, your voice came out of our comm devices and we knew we had to keep going.”

You furrowed your brows, “You… you kept going because of me?”

Wrecker nodded, “We couldn’t leave you alone.”

“We would never.” Echo added.

Tears pooled in your eyes and you nodded with a smile, “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Well… when we got close and Hunter contacted you, we realized we couldn’t keep using your name or the pet names we have for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“We mean you need some kind of codename…”

“I was thinking: Beacon.” Tech admitted.

“Boring! What about Inferno?!” Wrecker wondered.

“Wrecker, she’s not a droid.” Echo rolled his eyes. They bickered about your new codename while Hunter talked quietly with Crosshair, then he held up his hand lazily to get everyone else’s attention. You all looked and were very anticipated for what he was going to say.

“Lodestar.” They both finally said. You all looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

“Member of Clone Force 99: Communications Officer Lodestar.”

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Lodestar /ˈlōdˌstär/: noun; a person or thing that serves as an inspiration or guide.

Requests are open hehe. My pinned post explains everything. -Tree <3