#judgement boy rose gold

[pawsometoons]

A bunch of my friends wanted to hug RoseGold hehe

He deserves the hugs

[little-jesters-artblog]

@terraterracotta gave me an idea soo...

Rose Gold belongs to @thermodynamiclawyer and Mad Maid belongs to Terra :)

[beautyofaphrodite]

Venus Verticordia

As you may know, I’ve been making posts with deep dives into artistic depictions of Lady Aphrodite (or technically Lady Venus). I’ve already covered The Birth of Venus by Botticelli and Cabanel, Venus Victrix by Canova and Venus Anadyomene by Titian. Today’s artwork is Venus Verticordia by Rossetti.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti was an English poet, illustrator, painter, and translator born on May 12, 1828 in London and died April 9, 1882 in Kent. His work was characterised by its sensuality and its medieval revivalism and was a major precursor of the Aesthetic movement. He tended to create his artwork based off of his poetry.

Description of the Painting + Symbolism

Venus, depicted pale, with dark red hair is shown nude surrounded by roses and honeysuckles. She holds a golden apple (alluding to the judgement of Paris) and a gold-tipped arrow. She has a halo and is surrounded by yellow butterflies.

The roses and honeysuckle represent sexual passion, and the arrow is Venus’ son Cupid’s arrow, and the fact that it’s pointed towards her heart represents “uncontrollable desire”. While partially a reference to Eris’ Apple of Discord in the Judgement of Paris, the golden apple also symbolizes forbidden fruit in the story of Eve in the Garden of Eden, showing temptation. Venus is shown with a halo, which represents holiness and purity. The butterflies may represent Venus’ soul, her attendants, or the involvement of the soul as well as the body in love and desire.

Poem

This poem was written by Rossetti to accompany the painting.

“She hath the apple in her hand for thee,

Yet almost in her heart would hold it back;

She muses, with her eyes upon the track

Of that which in thy spirit they can see.

Haply, ‘Behold, he is at peace,’ saith she;

‘Alas! the apple for his lips,—the dart

That follows its brief sweetness to his heart,—

The wandering of his feet perpetually!’

A little space her glance is still and coy;

But if she give the fruit that works her spell,

Those eyes shall flame as for her Phrygian boy.

Then shall her bird's strained throat the woe foretell,

And her far seas moan as a single shell,

And through her dark grove strike the light of Troy.”

About the Painting

Venus Verticordia was commissioned by Patron John Mitchell of Bradford in 1863, and Rossetti worked on it from 1864 to 1868. The painting moved to the Russell-Cotes Art Gallery & Museum collection in 1945 where it is still displayed. The dimensions of this painting are 98.1 cm × 69.9 cm (38.6 in × 27.5 in).

Fun Facts

- The model for this painting was originally “a remarkably handsome cook whom he met in the street” but was later changed to resemble Alexa Wilding, one of his favorite muses.

- Verticordia means Changer of the Heart, referring to “Venus's ability to turn women's hearts towards virtue”

- During the time in which this was created, Flower Language was a big thing, and this is shown in the symbolism of the flowers surrounding Venus

- This is Rossetti’s only nude oil painting

I hope you learned something, I certainly did! As always, if there’s any artistic depictions of Lady Aphrodite or Lady Venus (whether painting, statue, etc) you particularly like or want me to cover, please let me know! Love y’all 🫶

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Rak's Cartier Bracelets - EPISODES 1 TO 5

Hello, Tumblr. Today I hope not to be simply another Tumblrina with opinions but also a neurodivergent Tumblrina with hyperspecific interests and life history that come in handy for this particular purpose.

What interests and what history, you ask? Ah, but, of course! My deep knowledge of the Cartier Love Collection from, obviously, being a HunHan conspirationist in 2014 at the ripe age of 12.

Now, if I've satisfied your curiosity, let us begin.

So I was watching episode 5 today (don't blame me, I wanted to watch it sooner but I was on vacation bc my sister gave me a trip to Sevilla as a birthday gift) and one thing caught my attention during the argument scene.

That bad boy I very carefully (not really) identified for you is one of the most iconic Cartier products ever: A Love Bracelet™.

"Ok. Cool. But why does that matter?"

Well, for once it proves Rak is rich as fuck. Those bracelets go for THOUSANDS of euro. Like... The cheapest bracelet in the Love Collection is the intertwined rings bracelet in gold and rose gold (the white gold one is more expensive)

And it sells rn for 2120€ (2300$).

And that's for sure NOT the version Rak has!

From what I can tell, he's wearing this version:

Which is the classic Love Bracelet design in white gold.

This one is selling rn for 8750€ (9490$).

I think there can be an argument that he's actually wearing either the brushed version (left photo) or the small version (right photo)

which, respectively, are being sold for 8750€ (9490$) and 5650€ (6121$) but I think the version Rak has is

too shiny to be the brushed version;

too thick to be the small version.

Either way, it's a fucking expensive bracelet.

But this is not even why I wanted to point this out, I mean, yeah, of course Rak is rich, we are all well-aware of that.

The point here is that this bracelet is not just famous for being pretty (which, as far as my judgement goes, it really isn't, sorry not sorry). It is famous, more than anything else, bc of its meaning, which I'll let the brand tell you all about:

Which is why it caught my attention that Rak, of all people, is wearing one of these. Like... What the hell does this mean???

So I decided to investigate when did this bracelet first appear in order to have a feel whether or not this could potentially be plot-relevant, a character descriptor or simply a fashion choice. And what I found, my dear friends, is that this bracelet first appeared right at the beginning of ep.4.

Which is very suspicious because ep.3, we all recall, ended with Rak promising Mut that he'd stay on the island for a bit more.

BUT, before we start jumping to conclusions, I decided to check whether this bracelet stands the trial of ep.5 and remains until the very end which, big and revelant surprise, it does NOT.

It gets replaced, in the scene of the day after the fight by this one:

Which, I get it, it might be hard to see and identify but it's actually an old friend. In fact, it's the only other bracelet Rak has ever worn:

This has been on his wrist from the beginning of ep.1 to the end of ep.3 (excluding times when Rak was showering, sleeping or doing other activities where having a metal bracelet in the shape of a sharp nail would be impractical). And, would you look at that, if it isn't indeed: another Cartier bracelet. This time, a Juste Un Clou Collection bracelet.

Now, Juste Un Clou (literally Just a Nail), which is also fucking expensive (9500€ - 10292$ for the model he is wearing) has a bit of a different concept than Love, which is:

So what does it mean?

Well, there are some options but I'll tell you what I think makes the most sense:

Throughout the first episodes we see Rak being this person who's different from everyone else on the island. He's from the city, he's rich, he has a desk job, he even looks different from the people in the island, from what Muk says! (which, I get it, it's colourist and has it own set of issues and I don't love it at all but hey, I don't make canon, I just comment on it, so that's what we got and that's what I'll be doing)

He's also independent, he has his own money, pays for his own stuff, doesn't rely on other people. He wants to do everything alone, without Mut, even when it makes his life harder, when it's impractical, when it would be better to have help.

He also tries to be fearless, put on a front. He argues with Mut, wants to cast a shadow way bigger than himself to assert his place, wants to seem untouchable, like nothing could bring him down. We know, of course, it's not true, both us as the audience and Mut learn that through prolongued contact with Rak and exposure to his weaknesses and traumas but he still tries to uphold that image.

And, of course, he tries to be free in the sense that he tries not to create emotional attachments. ESPECIALLY not to Mut. Because he doesn't believe in love and doesn't think he can fall in love and he tries so, so hard not to let himself want and need people, he likes to act like he has no strings attached, like he can go about the world without thinking of anyone that gives sense to the word "home".

So, by making Rak wear this bracelet, what the show is telling us is essentially who Rak is or who he tries to be. These are the values that Rak upholds. In this sense, the Juste Un Clou bracelet is a character descriptor.

HOWEVER, after the most vulnerable, most beautiful post sex conversation in the history of Thai BL, Rak begins wearing the Love Bracelet. And this indicates a shift.

Now, the shift is not so much a change in Rak's personality (although there is some, he's been slowly changing since ep.1) but rather in what the narrative wants us to know now. Because, by now, we know Rak. We can discern all these characteristics, we don't need the bracelet as an identifier. What we need, rather, is to know that Rak means what he told Mut. Because he feels it.

See, contrary to the Juste Un Clou bracelet which is a bit more remarkable because of its unusual shape, the Love Bracelet seems fairly common, especially if you're not staring at Peat's people's dainty wrists. So you, much like the people around Mut and Rak, could miss the way in which Rak cares for Mut, because that love is unconventional, not bound by those traditional ways in which people demonstrate that sort of feeling (like Mut does, for example). Some could say... Free-spirited. Or, as well, because Rak himself is trying his hardest not to take note of it, burying it away and dismissing it. To no avail, however, because it is still there, as all of us can see (just like the bracelet). And, by the looks of it, will be locked there forever.

"Okay, Dante, but then why does Rak go back to the other bracelet? Is he no longer in love?"

Please have object permanence, darling, not all that exists can be seen at all times. Kkdkddjsjsks /j

Or, in other words: no, that's not it.

What it is, though, is that the narrative, once again, wants us to focus on other stuff.

As Mut tells Rak this episode (ep.5, for those in the future), he's been away, doing other stuff, buried in work... He's been complying to his duties and going back to the bad habits that cast a shadow over Rak's personality and who he really is, what he really wants.

So, that's why, when he chooses to indulge Mut and pay attention to him on his own (unlike what happens earlier in the episode, where Mut has to ask for this attention), he is back to wearing the Juste Un Clou bracelet. He's showing his colours again, of that independent person who's not just another city guy in the city but special in his own way.

It also serves to show us the subtle ways in which Rak is chaging. That free quality, for example, is slowly starting to mean not free from attachments but rather free from the chains of the trauma that is holding Rak back from forming and indulging in those attachments.

And, to top it all off, I have one smaller notice to add which is refering to the colour of the bracelets.

Now, for those who aren't familiar with jewelry metal, white gold is not white, it's silverish. And I say silverish because I mean exactly that: it is NOT silver, it's silverish. It still retains a warmish yellow undertone to it.

But I know, if you have a good eye, you can tell neither of the bracelets I showed you have a warmish yellow undertone to it. Good spot! That is because Cartier's bracelets have something that is actually pretty common: a rhodium-finish. This is what makes them so silver. And precisely why I think the colour matters.

You see... To the average person, who has no idea about Cartier bracelts and whatnot, both the bracelets might seem like a common metal bracelet. Not very valuable. And yet, they are white gold and worth a considerable amount of money.

If we translate that into the meanings I just explained, that would mean that people see Rak, this brat, spoiled, cold man and think him annoying, heartless, not worth their time. Same as I explained with Rak's kind of love: weak, barely even there, not real. Or even, if you want to interpret the Love Bracelet as a representation of Mut himself, then him as well. Judged as a simple person, boring, with nothing to offer but that is actually worth a lot. At least to Rak, who bought both the bracelet and Mut.

SO, what are the conclusions? Well...

Rak is FUCKING LOADED (and if he wants to provide for me as well, I'd gladly accept the offer, thank you);

Rak is an extremely complex character who's secrets are very much fun to uncover;

This series pays a lot of attention to small details and I love it for it!

And that's it.

It was a long post, I know so I'm sorry but I had to share my thoughts sdjkdjdkdjskdj

I'll keep an eye on this for the next episodes and if I have anything to add I'll let you guys know.

Also if you wanna add to this discussion feel free to, I'd love to hear it!!

All the love!! 💜💜💜

[kissorkill16]

Should I Trust Her?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: How can you like someone who used to be a bully? Take notes from Maritza.

(P.S., for @maritzaxfinchshiper !)

I don't know what the hell Nicky was thinking inviting Finch to the group.

The girl was a freaking bitch the whole time we knew her.

Of course, I was glad that she was a little afraid of me after me and the gang broke her camera. That thought helped every time I saw her face.

As time went by, Nicky told me that I should at least try to tolerate her, just like he'd told Trinity. But I didn't want to tolerate her, I wanted her to get out of our group and away from him.

She used to fucking bully him for God's sake!

I know Nicky wanted to give her another chance, but not everyone deserves that. Some people are still jerks no matter how much you want to trust them, and Finch was one of those jerks, I could tell just by looking at her.

But as I kept a close eye on Finch, I started to tolerate her only a little bit. We talked about stuff, and we're both athletic. She does hiking thanks to the scouts, and I do soccer.

I still didn't really trust her though, I was just getting used to her.

One afternoon, I was walking home from school, and I saw a familiar person through someone's window.

A window of a nice house, a nice big house. All white, windows were rose gold, hedges were trimmed, and the lawn was mowed.

Damn, whoever lived here must be rich rich.

When I looked closer through the window, I saw that the familiar person was...Finch?!

Was this her house?

And in front of her was a tall man in a dark green sweater vest. I guess it might be her dad.

I knew I shouldn't, I wasn't a stalker, I wasn't like Nicky or something. (Okay, low blow. I know, but I didn't know what else to say.) But against my better judgement, I tip toed to the window and listened to their conversation.

"Dad, it wasn't my fault. I -"

"I don't want to hear it, young lady. Here I am, trying to work to support this family after your skank of a mother left, and here you are being a fucking stalker!", said her dad.

The man held up a familiar newspaper article, and I immediately knew what they were arguing about. The newspaper article about Nicky's mental breakdown.

Then he held up two more pictures I didn't recognize, or even realized she took. They were also pictures of Nicky.

When did she take those? Was she planning to use those?

Oh my fucking God, I knew she couldn't be trusted.

"So not only did you make this article and make this poor boy look like a fool, you're also using your new one to stalk him! Probably to make another embarrassing article, I'm guessing.", said Finch's dad.

"Dad, I promise. It's not like that.", Finch tried to explain, but the man held up her hand, signaling her to stop talking.

"Not another word.", he said. "I'm going to take these pictures, and I'll be destroying them."

The look on Finch's face was something I've never seen before. She looked almost devastated.

"And you owe this boy an apology."

That's when I walked away from the window and away from the house completely.

Damn, was Finch's dad a jerk or what?

The worst thing was that he didn't know that Finch already apologized to Nicky for the picture incident.

I couldn't help but feel bad for her. I hated her so much, and it looked like she already got enough hate from her own dad. Sure, I couldn't blame him for getting mad at her for that article, but he didn't even give her a chance to explain herself for the other pictures.

She didn't take those to make another article, she took those because she liked Nicky and wanted to keep him with her at all times.

Like I said, I felt kind of bad, so I decided that I should make it up to her.

When I saw her in the hallway, I pulled her aside to the bathroom.

"Maritza?", she said. "What're you doing?"

I didn't answer her question. Instead, I took out an orange envelope and handed it to her. "Open this.", I said.

Finch was hesitant for a moment, but then she took the envelope and opened it. She softly gasped and held a hand to her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise.

I could see her eyes sparkling.

"Where did you get these?", she asked, showing me the tiny pieces of paper that were in the envelope.

They were all pictures of Nicky.

"Well, I borrowed a camera from one of the employees at the Raven Brooks Banner and followed Nicky around.", I replied. Now Finch looked a little worried. "Were you seen?", she asked.

I shook my head, "Nope. I wore extra layers of clothing and a mask. If anything, they'll probably think I'm some creepy stalker.", I said. "I even got a couple of him sleeping, and poor dude was too beat to even wake up when the cam flashed."

Finch looked down at the pictures, then back up at me. "Maritza, why did you do this for me?", she asked.

I shrugged and rubbed the back of my head, "I felt kind of bad after I kind of overheard you and your dad arguing about that newspaper article -"

"How do you -"

"Not important.", I said. "Look, I felt bad for you, so I thought I'd do something nice for you. Your dad probably already destroyed those old pictures of Nicky, so..."

Her eyes widened, and she looked at the pictures again, then back up at me. She smiled and gave me a hug, I stilled for a moment, but I eventually hugged her back.

"Thank you so much, Mari!", she squealed.

"Yeah, no problem.", I said. Then I gently pushed her away, "But here's the catch. You can only keep those if you promise not to bully Nicky anymore."

Finch nodded so fast, her head could've come off. "I promise."

I put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her, "Great.", I said. "Now don't go breaking that promise."

We both walked out of the bathroom. As I walked to my next class, I couldn't help but think to myself that maybe I could learn to like Finch.

After all, she was starting to be nicer and less of a bitch. Maybe as we progress more from there, we could actually be friends.

[terragro]

when kai was a young child of only three, dance had been all he'd ever wanted to do. two wide, doe-like eyes had gazed up at a television while ballerinas danced across the screen, foreign and otherworldly like swans descending from the heavens. "i want to do that," he told his mother, jittery with excitement and stammering over his own words. and when has her little boy shown such interest in something? of course she enrolls him in classes.

the three fates—clotho the severe, lachesis the inflexible, and atropos the stern—gave him only two years of true peace before tearing it from his still-child-shaped hands. at five years old, the purity and joy of ballet and free-form was taken by those around him: scoldings by teachers and other parents in his dance group, that kai will require plastic surgery, that he is unfit for being a dancer given the color of his caramel body. he will need skin bleaching, he will need rhinoplasty. his mother removes him from classes, upset by the bullying of those he cannot even recognize are bullying him at all; too young, too naive, barely more than a toddler.

and when he hits puberty, he was forced to dance in secret, away from judgemental eyes and the cruel, taunting jeers of his peers, lest fighting break out and he be required to defend himself physically against the cruelty of others. alone, in his room, old gnarled atropos the stern watches him dance in the milky florescent light of his desk table, and the wrinkled fate continues watching him—as he at twelve years old—climbs into bed to tear at his skin, raising red, welting scores across his flesh, wishing he could pry off what others loathe so much.

in his early twenties, he grew too sick to expend energy through exertion in any way. kai is bound to a bed, nasal cannula in his nostrils, wondering when his last breath would be just that: the last.

after his change, he toyed with the idea of doing it again. it was his passion; his long, dancer's legs stretch to the sky, nimble and elegant movements begging to be placed. tiny, delicate steps, ginger and slow, a pirouette, a shift of weight that makes him look as fluid as the sea he is named for. he could do it. even if he never goes further than for enjoyment in his own living room, he could do it. something he'd long given up on, unfurling in his chest like a sickly little rose, that hope. maybe, after so much time, he could do it again.

yet clotho—beautiful, young clotho, seductive and enchanting with her angelic visage and her euphonious voice, a songstress oracle that could be aphrodite's likeness with her hourglass body and ample bosom—tore from him that thought until it was crippled into the sands. laughing that bell-like laugh, plush, succulent lips showing white teeth that may as well be jagged canines. come here, crooked the finger of the most severe of the three fates, a manicured nail coyly curling with intent and promise. come here, it is predestined. has yong ever been able to ignore a pretty face? he rises to her call.

two dragons fight, storm versus earth, locked in airborne combat. before kai was able to end his ugly, too-long life, yong—older, weaker, prideful—sank his conical teeth into kai's bird-like femur, shattering it beyond repair. it heals this way: shattered.

kai has rarely danced again. even walking causes pain, shifting his leg in bed, adjusting his weight when standing too long. pain lances through his hip and down to his knee, and he tolerates it with the stoic mask he has worn his whole life: what else can he do? he masks his limp with the skill of only the best actors.

kai is an exemplary actor.

as kai opens the door to the bar—black velvet, it is named, with its lustrous black and gold walls, its posh decor and expensive air—he walks (ever hiding the limp, steps even, faultless, weaknesses eternally concealed) through the pathways between chairs and tables, and toward an oft-empty booth by the wall. the bar veneers its seedy reputation in luxurious interiors and a sultry disposition. it is late, later than he likes to be out and about seoul. particularly because it is a near twenty-minute drive back to his district, but also because he has to leave sejun with a trusted friend if he needs night trips. it is nearing zero hour in south korea, though itaewon never rests, its neon lights illuminating a never-sleeping machine of activity. kai works the next day, and even though he values sleep more than his own life, he sits on the plush velvet stool and waves away a helpful waitress. not with any rudeness—while perfunct, his actions are never dismissive or careless—but he does not plan to linger, and he does not often drink, so her services are unnecessary.

why is he here, at such a late hour? because in only a few minutes, a certain jazz singer will be walking her dark, elegant silhouette upon the stage, returning from one of her breaks. she will be crooning soulful, alluring intonations from those plush, crimson lips. dark, full, airy melodies, a lustrous, velvety tone more marvelous than the bar itself echoing through the din, soaking into the walls like a sponge. if you told a patron of the bar that the bar was named for ilana's compelling voice, they'd likely believe you.

he has not seen ilana in quite some time; a couple months, at least, he believes. his schedule makes dipping into the area and reuniting with friends a few and far between escapade, but he has found himself craving connection and intimacy as of late, and what better time to scratch the particular itch of intimacy than through dancing (arguably, one of the more intimate of art forms)? he has not done it in a very long time, but like sex or riding a bike, it is something the body never forgets.

kai knows it will be painful. he knows tomorrow he will be in agony, and the typical effort he goes through to mask this detestable weakness will have to be further amplified. expedited healing will never be able to erase damage done by another god to a god's body, when he had been unable to shift back in order to recalibrate it. he will suffer this injury the remainder of his long, long life, but there are some exacerbations that are worth it.

finally, the curtain parts, and before she has even reached the mic stand ilana is releasing a musical hymn that forces an instinctual hush to wash over the crowd, and causes kai's dark, serpentine eyes to level upon her. crimson satin cradles her body like a second skin, a mermaid-cut rolling veils of red fabric to spill over a waxed stage, giving the appearance she may have bled upwards like an wound directly from the wooden surface. it's interesting, he notes, that she is wearing his favorite color tonight: as if perhaps the inflexible lachesis herself had ordained them meeting, and bid his friend to don a color that naturally draws the gaze. a well-formed, slender thigh shines in the lowlights from a high slit in the gown, betraying shapely calves strapped in ruby-toned heels that grant her height.

this pleases him, inwardly, he won't have to stoop to take her into his arms. not that the bar-famous songstress knows he is here, obscured in the dark as he is. kai waits until she has taken her place upon the stage and begun her next number before he rises in the darkness and slips behind the curtain as well.

he is not one for the limelight, not really. his daily life is ever-surveilled in the terrible ordeal of publicity, and he takes this as the much more appealing kind. surrounded by denizens who fill the booths and tables purely to see her perform, kai is simply an accompaniment to the crimson star; nothing but a tool to amplify her own resplendence. it suits him much more.

as ilana's velvety purr lilts into the microphone kai walks slowly onto the stage until his form is illuminated behind her by the stage lighting. his steps are silent, they always are, but they are further hidden under the croon of her lilac tones. she likely does not know he is there at all, until a broad hand extends to rest against the silken fabric of her gown, tracing along her waist until it settles against her belly to guide her backwards against him.

there is no one who would dared to hurt the prized singer of the black velvet bar. and given that her listeners do not immediately rush the stage, furious at the trespass, he knows she suspects who's touch is upon her. kai's other hand slides oh-so-slowly along the bare skin of her arm, tracing feather-light against her elbow until he's finally taken her dainty wrist within his grasp. the body never forgets, recall: he has done this many times. his nose gently traces against the black hair spilling past her temple, and he extends ilana's captured arm out, palm up to the heavens to cradle it from underneath, moving into place behind her until his chest and stomach is pressed along her back. with a slow shifting motion, he pulls her away from the metal stand, the mic itself safe in her grip, and the two of them begin.

finally, for the first time in many moons, he dances.

[iambic-stan]

last book read + last stethoscope used, part 10

The stethoscope: MDF's Procardial Titanium Cardiology scope in Botswana agate and rose gold. I love this stethoscope so much. True--she has appeared in this series before (in the first shy installment), but she matched this book best...and she was the last used. I don't make the rules. (I do?)

The book: Jesmyn Ward's Salvage the Bones, part 1 of her Bois Sauvage trilogy. I could go on about how I loved the protagonist, Esch, and felt the unrequited love she felt for her classmate that only a 14-year-old can feel quite so desperately. And of course I could talk about the harrowing account of Hurricane Katrina depicted here, but I'd rather talk about this series as a whole. Of everyone I've read so far in my life, few capture the unique circumstances brought on by systemic poverty in the rural South like Ward does. But few can make you long for a place that means suffering like she does. It's a mind-boggling paradox to me. I'll admit that I'm biased because where I grew up isn't far from this region, sure. Ward grew up in DeLisle, Mississippi, just north of the Gulf Coast, and places the titles in this series in the fictional Bois Sauvage, situated somewhere nearby. Bois Sauvage is breathtakingly beautiful to read about, and Ward's descriptions have a way of working on all of your senses. The way she writes her characters is unflinchingly honest while reserving judgement. Circling back around to the book--I probably enjoyed this one the least because it was the most graphic.

Here are the other two, which I recommend wholeheartedly. You don't need to read them in any particular order, and each book introduces a completely different cast of characters.

[saviolum-sanguineus]

agnus dei

the beauty of childhood is in its ignorance; later, it becomes the object of a wistful, willful desire.

tw: worsties toxicity (light, through cassius pov)

(part one) | part two

He looks as though he’d liked to have passed his hand closer to her throat, but Valentine curls up prohibitively there, silent and bright-eyed. “You wanted to. You wanted all of this, Esme.”

The next time Cassius sees Esme, her silks are as crimson as her hair and the lustre of her title burns radiant in the absence of his father’s arm. The porter announces her as a Lady and he claps politely, wondering if she remembers him or if she had shed the memory of that quiet, cold evening along with the man who had left her there.

She does not approach him, but when Lady Esme Odile is speaking to a woman whose serpent dæmon slithers luxuriantly up one arm and down the other during their conversation, Valentine the ermine dæmon pads lightly over the floor to Cassius, not more than a foot away. Esme’s back is to him, but as Valentine makes his form slink in an elegant circle around Annika’s mourning dove shape, she tosses her hair back over her shoulder and a wave of gentle, sweet ginger and spicy rose fragrance floats to him like a wave hello.

Valentine does not speak, but sets his furry head atop Annika’s breast for a second and blinks at Cassius before he returns to Esme, shuffling around her skirts. She finishes speaking to the woman with the serpent dæmon and moves away; Valentine waggles his ears subtly at Cassius from Esme’s shoulders and the boy smiles, one small hand going to pat Annika’s soft feathers.

His Lord father catches Esme by the arm and pulls her towards him as he closes the distance between them—shock plies her into that smooth dance of celestial wounds and welcoming for an instant, Valentine still as stone on her shoulder, before she twists her arm out of Lord Taran’s grasp, gold eyes guarded behind mirror-like, polite smiles.

“Doing very well for ourselves now, are we?” Taran’s voice is smooth as ever, as sleek as Helæna prowling by his side with as much of a smirk as could appear on a leopard’s muzzle. “

Esme’s face went very still for a moment—in that stillness Cassius saw once again the unnameable thing that had slowed Valentine’s curl so many years ago, but this time he was able to read it spooling across Esme’s features. He watched the burning in her eyes and the set of her mouth like blood, like wine, like the opals flashing at her throat, and he knew that this woman and his father had hurt and helped each other terribly, and perhaps wanted to be hurt at the beginning of it all, or at least taken the pain as a sign that something greater at play had been working—and Cassius knew that it was because of this hurt that echoed between them that they could never have loved each other the way the other craved to be loved, and why they now felt a kind of resentful, wicked need of each other despite it all.

The hurting was the proof and the cause and the result, and it was why Lord Taran, who did not care for much at all beyond finding new vices, tapped out a little cigarette from the silver case he carried, put it between his own lips to light it, and nestled the glowing thing between the resistance of Esme’s fingers.

“Your hands are shaking,” he said, and it was as much a reprimand and judgement as it was a warning.

“The air is fresh,” Esme responded, “and I never liked smoking.”

Lord Taran raises an eyebrow and uses his hand to turn one goosefleshed shoulder to look over the gathered guests. He looks as though he’d liked to have passed his hand closer to her throat, but Valentine curls up prohibitively there, silent and bright-eyed.

“You wanted to. You wanted all of this, Esme.” As he releases her and leaves into the crowd, Taran adds in a murmur whose cruelty is in its sweetness, “Even if you didn’t know what game you were learning to play. You learned all the same. And so you know that there is no one else to blame.”

Cassius cradles Annika closer to him and watches Esme blink, breathing shallow; just as he plucks his courage up to go and speak to her, perhaps to offer a bit of verse that he has tucked away in his pocket for times of need such as this, someone calls her name—or rather, her new title first, followed by a surname that exists nowhere outside her own entry in the city’s registry.

The shallow, wavering thing disappears from Esme’s face and leaves her breathtakingly beautiful; more so than even Cassius’s mother, who had never been able to empty her face quite so quickly of the things keeping it from doll-like perfection. She turns, smile dazzling, and Cassius feels himself fading into the safety of being a quiet, well-behaved child of little import in a treacherous city.

Valentine, from his perch on Esme’s shoulder, sees Annika; their eyes meet for a moment, but the ermine’s ears do not waggle, and then Esme is walking farther away, laughing prettily at something while the opals at her wrist flash like lightning.

That night, long after they should be asleep, Annika whispers to Cassius, “We must be good. If we are to help anyone, we must be good.” She says nothing more, but Cassius knows. He turns over in his bed and tries to think only of how soft chinchilla-formed Annika is against his neck and chest, and recites verse until he falls asleep.

[rumbelleshowdown]

Sonnenblume here! A bit late I know but I just voted and have some compliments for my fellow writers.

TheMostDisturbed - I loved “The Sacred Stone of Beatha!” It created so much intrigue! Omg it would make such a good full-length fic!!! You managed to tell so much story with what was really just one scene! Imagining Rumple fighting off those creatures reminded me of Howl fighting off those monsters in Howl’s Moving Castle. (Amazing film of you haven’t seen it)

Beast of Gold - To Love Most Late was such a good alternative take on what happened after Belle left. Take that, Regina!

Rose Daughter - Hooow did you craft suck a compelling world/story in so few words? While not sacrificing rich description and detail? That’s something I’ve always struggled with and I definitely think it was a weak point in my own submission. I loved finfolk Rumple and I’m honestly scared of being eliminated in the first round, being up against a story as good as yours.

Smokey Willow - I LOVED the descriptions of the lightning and it honestly upsets me that there isn’t more to read of “Evening of Judgement”! I want to know what the arrangement is and what’s going to happen in the morning!!! Omgggg! 😱

Home Alone - The idea behind “The Heart and the Dagger” is sooo good and I would love to read more of it! The situation Rumple and Belle are in seems so impossible. I want to know how they get together again!!! Because obviously they have to. (I need a happy ending!!!) I also think it’s super creative how you had them “sharing a bed” even when miles apart.

Onelastedit - “Love is a Battlefield” was soooo cuuute! I love the domesticity. Made me feel all warm and snuggly inside. 🥰

Fabletales - Ooohhh that cliffhanger at the end of “Before the Storm” was meeean! But the twist was so good!!! Rumple and Nymph Belle fought, then talked it out and are now a couple. That’s like- totally what happened next!

Spindle - I loved “Premonition!” Rumple would totally go overboard if it was for the sake of saving a kid. And I loved your take on the Enchanted Castle. I don’t see sentience in the castle in a lot of fics. Yours was really good! I also loved the domesticity of Rumple and Belle being together in the castle at the beginning, indulging in their respective hobbies and being content in each other’s presence. But then seeing Belle all worried about Rumple was sweet too. 🥰

Gideon’s Quest - It was really bold of you to tell a Rumbelle story entirely from Gideon’s point of view. And of course Belle would tell her son all sorts of stories, and Rumple would want his son to figure things out on his own. Leave it to him to teach his boy how to be clever. Best parents! And the twist as to why they were on the trip was great!

Lucretia Victrix - Yours was a take I did NOT see coming. But I totally loved the whole ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ partners in crime thing! Sort of reminds me of what Neal and Emma were getting up to when they were young, but something tells me Rumple makes things a little violent than the scams and petty theft they were doing. Yowzas. Also I adored your descriptions of the desert in the first paragraph. Those words were so ✨pretty!✨

Ace of Hearts - Robert and Belle were so cuuute! Mr. Gold as the chivalrous knight in shining cashmere. Such a gentleman. And he was so sweet when he asked for permission to kiss her. Then things sure were headed in a steamy direction at the end tho… 👀

Squizzel - Mr. Gold toootally doesn’t get hard-ons in seedy bars… 👀 Seriously I loved the sultry tension between Lacey and Mr. Gold in this. You definitely captured the essence of GoldenLace perfectly in this one! And Lacey was so BOLD with that kiss tho! She totally loved taking the most feared man in town off-guard. And the most feared man in town wasn’t exactly complaining either. 😏 And then Gold as the knight in shining armor is always great. I could almost hear his cane hitting Gaston’s hand. It made me cringe but I still cheered.

All of you did such great jobs and it was sooo hard deciding which ones to vote for!!! 😫 Good luck everybody!

❤️

[qnewsau]

The 50-year reunion to celebrate this iconic 70s gay venue

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The 50-year reunion to celebrate this iconic 70s gay venue

In late October former patrons and staff of the 70s gay venue Old Rowes reunited to mark the 50th anniversary of its opening. Organiser Ross Cali shares more on the venue and the event. 

Fifty years ago, in the heart of Brisbane, a resilient phoenix rose from the devastation of the 1974 floods.

This phoenix was none other than Old Rowes Restaurant, a remarkable establishment brought to life by three visionary friends: Don, Patti and Neil. 

What they created was more than just a restaurant; it was a sanctuary, a place of joy, laughter, and community. 

About Old Rowes

During the day, Old Rowes served as a bustling restaurant, delighting patrons with its inviting ambience and delicious offerings.

But it was at night, on three magical evenings each week, that the true spirit of Old Rowes came alive.

It became a vibrant gay venue, a first-class establishment that welcome all with open arms. 

In an era when it wasn’t always safe to be yourself, Neil, Patti and Don gave the gay community a safe haven, a place where everyone could be free, dance without fear and celebrate life without judgement. 

Old Rowes was more than just a venue; it was a home where friendships were forged and memories made. 

The laughter, the joy and the love that filled its walls have stood the test of time, providing that the bonds created there were as strong as the foundations upon which the restaurant was built. 

The reunion

For those who remember the thrill of doing the Bus Stop on the dance floor, the delight of ordering from the menu, the elegance of walking down (or stumbling up) the marble staircase, or the taste of a bottle of Bedoga or a refreshing Pimms – the reunion was to relive those golden days.  

Around 60 people came from all over Australia to celebrate at Hairy Mary’s on the Gold Coast.

It was a wonderful afternoon and it was magical to see all those people come together after many many years. It only seemed like last night we got off the dance floor and now here we were 50 years on.

Remembering Neil

It was also a time for us to remember Neil who passed in October before the reunion. 

We all have so many wonderful memories of this amazing man, the quiet achiever. What he has done for the community will never be surpassed. From Broom Hildas to Dirty Dick to Old Rowes to Silver Dollar to Terminus to Sporites and all in between. 

We raised our glasses to Neil and had plenty of rum and cokes to go around as it was his favourite.

So here’s to Old Rowes, the memories we cherish, and the friendships that have endured. May its legacy continue to inspire us.

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Neil McLucas: the icon behind early Brisbane gay bars

1970s Brisbane and the Queens of the Valley

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[pawsometoons]

Decided to make a voiceclaim reel for RoseGold! (After some very totally calculated decision making)

His voiceclaim is Raggedy Andy from Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure!

[rainbowxocs]

Name: James DuPont.

Alt Names: C.A.T, Pluto, Charon, Jane Doe.

Special Titles: Dr. James DuPont, Grandmaster, God Killer, Cat Burglar, EOD, Lieutenant Colonel, Sharpshooter, False God, The Star.

Old Titles: Knight, God of Duality, God of Judgement, God of Eternity, Servant, Empiric.

Username: @kitty9lives

Nicknames: Bad Omen, Kit Cat, Cat Boy, My Rose, My Star, Stray, Blue Bird, Kitty, Chaton, Bunny, Phoenix, Holmes, My Beloathed, Final Girl, The Prophet.

Chronological Age: 4.5 Billion.

Vessel Age: 605.

Age: 45.

Pronouns: Switches between He, She, and They. Depending on what gender he is that day. (Switches between il or elle in French)

Sexuality: Gay.

Gender: Genderfluid, Catgender.

Base Species: Starling.

Current Species: Litch, Witch.

Disorders: CPTSD, Autism, Insomnia, Selective Mutism, Night Terrors, HPD, Anorexia.

Physical Disabilities: Blind, Deaf (Has a Cochlear Implant), Ambulatory Wheelchair User (Occasionally uses crutches or a cane as well), Has two arm prosthetics and two leg prosthetics, Chronic Pain.

Recovering Addictions: Alcohol, Weed, Nicotine (Cigarettes), LSD, Self Harm.

Religion: Pagan.

Job: Professional Villain, Chemist.

Degree: M.D, Chemistry, Robotics, Computer Science.

Lives in: NYC, New York, 2306.

Languages: French, English, Hindi, ASL, LSF, Spanish, Italian, German, Danish, Dutch.

Height: 5’7”.

Ethnicity: French, Portuguese.

Accent: Brooklyn Accent with a hint of French.

Other Form: Purple Goop.

Animal Form: Giant Purple Isopod.

Spirit Form: Headless, Covered in Roses.

Spirit Level: Acceptance.

Powers: Reanimating, Creation Magic, Death Magic, Prophetic Visions, Judgement, Potions, Alchemy, Shapeshifting, Strings, Pandora’s Box, Lightning Magic, Technology Manipulation, Lie Detection.

Tech: Holograms, Robotic Minions, Smoke Bombs, Paint Bombs, Teleporters, Lock Picks, Lazers.

Weapons: Sword, Pistols, Sniper Rifle, Bombs, Rocks, Various Witchcraft Supplies such as salt, wards, etc.

Also Can Use: Muskets, Rifled Muskets, Rifles,

Wand: Uses his hands.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Text Color: Purple, Sometimes Black.

Main Animal: Cat.

Main Hobbies: Reading, Video Games, Sculpting, Yugioh, Violin, Otamatone, Puzzles, Robotics, Scientific Experimentation, Coding, Chess, Letter Making, Tambourine, Photography.

Favorite Drinks: Peppermint Tea, Coffee, Classic Boba.

Favorite Snacks: Queso, Saltines, Apples.

Favorite Meals: Garlic Bread, Dino Nuggets and Fries, Mushroom and Olives Pizza, Pancakes, Veal Stew, Pigs in a Blanket, Hot Dogs, Tuna, Chicken Wings, Mac and Cheese, Ham Sandwiches, Maki Rolls, Sashimi, Bagels.

Favorite Candy: Pez, Oreos.

Favorite Dessert: Gingerbread Cookies, Frosted Sugar Cookies, Birthday Icecream.

Favorite Flower: Roses, Purple Forget Me Not.

Scent: Roses.

Handedness: Left Handed.

Blood Color: Bronze, Sometimes Red.

Awareness: Very Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: December 1st 1701.

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: He is always wearing cat patterns and tends to have toe beans on his shoes and gloves.

Special Interests: Technology, Robotics, Chemistry, The Sims, The Path, Sailor Moon, Disney Fairies, The Owl House, Steven Universe, FNAF, Kitty Love: Way to Look for Love.

Stims: Tangles, Cat Noises, Lazer Pointer, Yarn, Pressure Stims.

Stimboard: COMING SOON.

Moodboard: COMING SOON.

Fashion Board: COMING SOON.

Comfort Objects: Wedding Ring with Gold Band and Amethyst, Journal, Furby, Freddy Plush, Old Cat Plush, Gloomy Bear, Fuggler.

Family: Unknown Birth Parents.

Eurydice DuPont (Daughter.)

Eeshani Dupont (Daughter.)

Aurora DuPont (Step Daughter.)

Friends: Joan (Henchman.).

Romance: Jonah Francois, Aditya Ravi. (Spouses.)

Enemies: Jonah Francois (Mortal Enemy)

Patrons: Bastet, Santa Muerte, Hecate.

Pets: Eyeball (Robot), Chain Chomp (Roomba), Mr Terminator (Black and White Cat),

Reincarnations: 𒆠𒋫 (Kita), חַוָּה (Eve), Πανδώρα (Pandora), दिया (Diya), Juliet, Other Unknown Reincarnations.

Brief Personality: James is a bit of an enigma. He doesn’t get close to many people, often his ramblings about taking over the world push people away. However if you are persistent, he will warm up to you like a stray. He is incredibly intelligent, and also very very VERY stubborn. But he is incredibly loyal to the people he loves. If you are able to gain his trust he would let the world burn for you, without any hesitation.

Brief Backstory: [COMING SOON]

[medinainternational]

(Motif-Radio) reggae Pon Top # 16 track listing below:

SINGLES: CHAINEY ROOTS VERSION SYLVIA TELLA- KEEP LOVE NEW GRANTIE ASHER- SET ME FREE BITTY MCCLEAN SLY & ROBBIE- WALK AWAY FROM LOVE LIVE SEVANA- KEEP GOING EESAH- BEHOLD THE CONQUERING LION MOSIAH- MORE THAN GOLD EMPRESS NEPHTALI- FIRE CAN'T COOL JAHBRADEZ- ROCK WITH ME QUEEN MAKEDAH- HEAL THE EARTH JAZ ELISE- GUNMAN CALI P- FAMILY STEELE- PICK UP THE PIECES

RIDDIMS: SMOOTH SAILING RIDDIM LOTS OF SIGN RIDDIM ABOVE THE LINE RIDDIM SOUL RANGER RIDDIM

DANCEHALL: HONOREBEL- JAMAICA HOLD DEM IILEMENTS- FREEDOM FIGHTERS STRANJAH MILLER- LIFE OF A GANGSTER JAH MASON- NEVER LET ME DOWN DEVIL WORKS RIDDIM GYPTIAN CHAMPION SQUAD- CALLIN ZAGGA & MOYAN- GIRL NEXT DOOR ARMANII- FIESTA BOUNTY KILLER- WINE NIGY BOY- JUDGEMENT NAJERIII- BUBBIE KAKA HIGHFLAMES- TRACKSUIT FROM BRIDGE JAH LIGHTNING- MAMA DON'T WORRY

ROOTS/ ONE DROP/ LOVERS ROCK: SADIKI- CORNERSTONE GINJAH- BETTER WAY MR. EASY & VAZASHA PETERS- SUFFERING MYKAL ROSE, SUBATOMIC SOUND SYSTEM, HOLLIE COOK- GET HIGH ALBOROSIE & JAZ ELISE- FAITH LA GRAY- TREES YELLOWMAN FT. FATHEAD- TAKE ME TO JAMAICA DON CARLOS- SPREAD OUT DENNIS BROWN- THE LOOK OF LOVE TAPPA ZUKIE- NATTY DREAD ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP BARRY BROWN- UNITY IS STRENGTH LOVE JOYS- LET ME ROCK WITH YOU JUNIOR DELGADO- SON OF SLAVES

[thecagedsong]

hi! 4, 31, 46, 55, and 65 for the fic writer ask game! 🌷

Really, this ask game is a gold mine. Thank you for asking!

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Lol, I feel this question implies that at some point I'm "looking" for new ideas in order to write them. Ideas just hit me and won't leave me alone. My brain was turning over the Goncharov quote "what is marriage if not the means to cast off the names of our fathers" on my drive to work this morning, marveling at the presentation of a sentence so trapped within the strictures of society while critqueing it at the same time.

My brain then went, okay, but how would this quote wreck these female characters whose parents are trying to arrange their marriages against their wishes. Boom. Fic idea.

Otherwise canon, "In which found things remain found" was my fix-it for Rose Tyler being abandoned on a parallel world. I'll go, "hmm, but this character clearly has abandonment issues, they aren't going to start a no-strings relationship" or "what if that stupid thing were removed" and new fic idea. Sometimes fanfictions, where a fandom common trope is so abhorrent that I need to write how the situation would actually play out.

Also my sister. I'll be gushing about something, or she'll be gushing about something, and we'll play with ideas until "Jack and River are essentially the same character with the same energy and moral code, except as a man Jack was allowed to have other things in his life besides the doctor" becomes a fanfic that needs to be written.

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Plot, if I had to pick. They need to have something to achieve first and foremost. Then the characters that will benefit the most from that plot step in and start arranging the story accordingly. The plot dictates what worldbuilding and background are needed, which is what I write first. Then the characters can enter the set stage.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

My style is environment-driven, I think (a nice way of saying I spend a lot of time on the setting). I want to say character driven, but my writing really focuses on the impact the environment is having on that character and the changes to the environment move the story beats along more than anything else.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Out of the characters I write for, which is my favorite character? I have deep complex feelings about the characters I write for, of which my friends on tumblr certainly contribute to.

Forced to pick . . . Alan Stuart from My Next Life as a Villainess. I love his brand of smart/stupid. I love him and out of everyone I have written published works about (I had to narrow it down somehow) I most would like to share a meal with Alan Stuart. So he's my favorite.

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Once I can claw my way past this Fire Emblem Three Houses hyperfixation, I really look forward to continuing The New Keith Route, particularly my take on the Judgement Scene.

Though that's going through editing, so maybe it doesn't count.

Okay, my brain is dying to write the idea I mentioned in #4, the book club for the ladies of FE3H and confronting their own societal limitations in a supposedly more gender equal society than our own while two boys born into the height of privilege eavesdrop.

[ghostwing404]

Updated Version

Primary List Corner

Lucifer

Crystal of Horrors. (Nina, Selenite and Chloe)

Sand and Feathers (Icarus and Maze)

TF2

DuskBound (EL and CO)

StarBound (Seeker and Elzi)

DawnBound (Pauling and Essence)

CodeBreak (Hack)

Thalassia (Lani, Venus and Aki)

Aditalli (Nychta, Medic and Engie)

Heart of Gold (Star and Heavy)

Copper Roses (Asteri and Spy)

Of Autumn Leaves and Strawberry Blossoms. (Scout and Ajalin)

When the Morning Dew Comes (Twin assistants)

Forget-Me-Nots (Final version With Casey.)

ScrapYarders (Lethal Company X TF2! Spearmaster)

TF Testing initiative (Zephyr / Portal Crossover)

Cobalt Engineering (Copy and Engie)

Feathered Normality (Asher and Bonnie)

The Opalescent Order (Iridýon and Queen Cyneres)

Oil & Blood (Bellwether and All associated Skits)

Supernatural

Escaping Gravity (Lipton and Beck)

Frilled Fins and Cardinal Sins (Val and Dean)

Smoke and Mirrors (Snek kid)

Shield

Love, Death and Robots (Khan/Uria and May)

Memories of Cycles Long Passed. (MoCLP) (Trip And Cloudy)

Children of the Machine. (Sky Triplets au)

Sea Foam Silks (Ophelia) (Or Supernatural)

Merlin

Soldier, Poet, King. (N.I.L.E's Story.)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

SpiderLily Cafe

Disassembly Required (.X.)

Legends of Tomorrow

The Thief's Jasper (Yarinomi)

Oblation of Blood (Obby)

The Gargoyles Sanctuary (Aine)

The Duality of Heart and Mind (Aria and Copper)

Judgement of The Fallen (Quill)

Miscellaneous

FNAF - Celestial Omens (Omen's) (Celestial Twins)

Shazam! - Xarian

Any - Issoropia

TADC - Digital Silence (Puppet and Admin)

Unbrella Acadamy - New Moon/Néa Selíni (Meta Fam + Five(Vee)

C.H.B - Event Horizons (Navi Siblings)

Bryce - Core Competency and Ataraxia (Estrid)

W.I.P / On Hold

Call of the Sea (Merfolk dudes)

Misty Winds Over Foam Caped Waves. (Misty Waves) (Angelos)

MH - Outcasts (Prim and Phe)

Carmen - Scarlet Letters (Crown and Carmen)

Carmen - ACME

TCoA&L - Hunger (Chi, The Jumping Spider)

Call of the Moon (Farrie)

Wake the Witch (Briarlin Thornwal)

HoundMaster

I.S.A.B.E.L

Skits

Left For Dead Zombie Fortress (Casey, or i play Engie.)

Scrapyarders Cobalt skit (my boi is aquatic, might as well use it!)

Copy in a robots match, Engie and him get to fight together instead of against eachother.

Sniper is Pandoran instead of Australian?

Something with Timeloops.

Symbiote Things

Shelt's, Everyone is turned tiny by Respawn and has to make it to a diffrent base due to the glitch to turn back :3

Slugcat things :3

Elemental or Nephilhim Pyro?

Amongus? Theres an Imposter Among Us! (Cobalt? Alveare?)

All of my current plotlines with my Best friend, with no explanation.

Current AU'S->

Lucifer→

Crystal of Horrors. (Crystals)

Fallen Hunters. (Hunters)

Echo's of the Void. (Echo's)

Whispers of Cycles Long Passed. (WoCLP)

Issoropia.

TF2→

StarBound

DuskBound (Rewrite needed)

DawnBound (Not Writen, focus on Elzi)

CodeBreak

Thalassia

Aditalli

Miscellaneous→

Shield - Memories of Corrupted Ruin's (MoCR)

FNAF- Celestial Omens (Omen's)>

Skits→

Lucifer- Misty Winds Over Forgotten Moors. (Misty Moors)

[thermodynamiclawyer]

i am so tired i have so many assignments due