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have i gotten attached to a stray cat when my lease says no pets? maybe
#because i always post him on insta and i used to always post things here#may i present#Frederick the Brave#he never used to ask for pets first but the cat he used as the buffer to check humans out got hit by a car#and he watched the whole thing#ever since then he runs toward me when i open my door#and he LOVES snuggles now#left shoulder over the right#don't mind me#update his name is now Bernard because it means Brave Bear
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On your most recent From the Couch post... is that a dragon tattoo I see poking out of Zuko's collar? ...................may we see more of it?
You may see all of it.
#dema answers#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#atla fanart#atla art#prince zuko#tales from the couch#atla modern au#atla au#zuko art#zuko fanart#atla zuko#Tattooed Zuko#For context!#He got those tattoos during what would be S2 in this AU#This was right before being accepted back home. So he got them during a—let's say—crossroads of destiny *wink wink*#Those are his shame tattoos. He's terribly embarrassed by them so the Gaang tease him about them. (He's secretly very proud of them tho)#It's all about the duality inherent to fire (and himself!) as well as protection.#The red dragon has his back at all times. It protects Zuko from his past—from everything that he has left behind and is walking away from.#The Blue dragon guards him front unknown threats. It curls over his left arm (his most vulnerable side) and rests its head over Zuko's heart#It's all very symbolic#Zuko loves his tattoos but is also embarrassed and ashamed of how he got them. He was in a very bad place at the time.#If he got the chance to get his tattoos done *now*—he probably wouldn't do it.#He wouldn't change a thing tho. They're part of who he is. A reminder of who he was.#Also they're kinda hot#So that helps#Also...I forgot to draw the blue dragon's body on the back of his shoulder so... Oops?#Let us all ignore that and focus on the sun/starbust tattoo on his chest instead#the gaang
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Blood Gulch Rules of Inter-team Interaction #256 : A Red Soldier in ORANGE armor is allowed to kidnap/steal/confiscate a Blue Soldier in YELLOW armor for team moral, patience and sanity. Blue soldiers in YELLOW armor will be safely returned to Blue team after moral, patience and sanity improve.
Technically speaking, the rule was written with the assumption that it would apply to Kai and only Kai. Rule number two-fifty-six existed solely so both teams had an excuse to let Grif and his sister hang out without having to deal with the hassle of 'hostage exchange' and surrendering over and over. And to get Kai out of Blue base when Church couldn't stand her AND Caboose at the same time. But Simmons triple checked and, you know, technically speaking, Washington does wear yellow armor. So it totally counts. Suck it Blue!
#rvb#red vs blue#rvb grif#rvb wash#rvb washington#wrif#my art#batsy art#theyre sooo goofy to me#wash gets to deal with his thing for bigger guys who can heft him like a sack of potatoes grif gets someone who appreciates crazy straws#what more could you want#nice fun lil doodle to do post commissions bc the mental image of wash lazily draped over grif's shoulder was just too good to not draw out#im love drawing goofy lil dynamics like this genuinely#theyre dolls and im smushing them together#rarepair week lives on in my soul bc i had so much fun doing it so now im just making it my mission to draw silly pairings left n right
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@cokoweee
Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up?
TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him
can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...
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Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon.
Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth.
“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick.
His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it?
No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best.
Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again.
There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.
Stupid sickness.
Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.
She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes.
He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman.
She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop.
Away.
All she needed to do was get away.
She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.
This was…
This was wrong?
It didn’t happen this way.
No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out.
The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.
She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete.
Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose.
He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor.
“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?”
She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing.
Away.
She needed to get away.
It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away.
He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word.
She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass.
She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster.
“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.”
The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.
Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something?
It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog.
“Kendra?”
She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out.
She wasn’t going to go out without a fight.
Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair.
She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally.
“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm.
Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.
Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing.
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.”
She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud.
Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook.
She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation.
Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,
Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble.
The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles.
Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths.
“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?”
She was in the middle of dying.
She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now.
“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.”
She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic.
“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?”
He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up.
“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.”
Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.
“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away.
“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?”
She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little
He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?”
She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted.
He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room.
He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul.
Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms.
Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm.
She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm.
“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle.
The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her.
“Thanks?”
He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?”
“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static.
“I need details.” He pressed.
She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.”
She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time.
He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. “Drink.”
She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach.
“Are we feeling more alive?”
She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side.
“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.”
“...Sorry it was for something stupid.”
“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed.
“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered.
“Then neither is yours.”
She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.
He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?”
“I don’t know.” She answered honestly.
He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.”
She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.”
“Thank you.”
“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.”
He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.”
She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.”
“Positive?”
Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible.
He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed.
“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.”
She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron.
He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.”
Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep.
“Good night Tello.” She whispered.
His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair.
She was home. And she was safe.
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squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁♀️
the reason why this was written is in the tags btw
#Me and my friend were hanging out and she got all excited when I told her I was minoring in creative writing#she asked for me to read me some of my stuff and I agreed LIKE AN IDOIT#well i open my docs and low and behold it's what I posted yesterday#mind you that doc is titled ugly sewer man and his pretty wife#i scroll before she can see the title but at this point I have to read this one#its too late for me to exit the doc without me being suspicious#I read it and she's all like “Well butter my backside and call me a biscuit I forgot you wrote but you do a pretty dang good job!”#I'm just sweating bullets coz I just read her my fanfic of Donatello the ninja turtle and Kendra the dragon chick#she'll never know and I'll never tell her that she was read kendratello fanfic with the names and some of the words replaced#its worth it to say that this isn't the first time that this has happened with her#last time it was the freaking really long one with Leo dying dead and Don also trying to die dead#i went home and cooked myself some pasta to recover because wtf was that#and I was so upset by the situation that instead of sleeping I wrote more kendratello fanfic?#pee pee poo poo#caca dodo even#FOUR AM BABY AND IM STILL HEREEEEEE#Ya'll also got some free stuff to use to help a hommie out if they ever start having a panic attack#tapping method will work on yourself as well if you start feeling freaked out or not in your body.#just cross your arms over your torso and put your left hand on your right shoulder and vice versa tapping your shoulders one at a time#im sleepin now#gn yall#Paige writes
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i feel for this guy and having to get out of the house that reminds him of his dead wife, but telling his children "i didn't leave you" when he v much did is honestly so fucked up
#like noah fence but you left your eldest son to run an entire business and take care if his brother right as their mom died#like they were full of grief over their mom and then had to grieve you bc you left them too! just bc you struggled doesn't mean they didn't#idk that just pissed me off. poor oyei has the world on his shoulders and dad was like ''not my fault''#tea talks#wandee goodday
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... One thing about me is that I am ALWAYS fucking up the handedness on Moe's bracelet arrangement 🧍
#MAN.#it's not even that serious of doodles but like. always frustrating when i Notice it.#I HAVE BEEN PRACTICING IT... SO MUCH....... THE HANDEDNESS.... ON ASYMMETRICAL DESIGNS......#it's never enough.#spikes/cuffs go on the right hand. okay. layered bangles go on the left hand.#when you flip it it's like. in reverse. okay. brain hurting already but I Get It. you flip it. in reverse.#now from the side view over the shoulder.... oh god fucking damnit. i flipped it. but that's not...#head in hands.#idk if i'm like. just uniquely bad at it. but i have ALWAYS struggled at conceptualizing 'my right' vs 'your right'.#as a kid just fucking forget about it. as an adult. honestly if you said that shit to me i think i would bluescreen still.#IT'S SO DIFFICULT. WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT...
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Local parent visits child and comments on the shyness of one of the cats in the household, child decides not to mention that said cat has literally never met a human she didn't try to climb like a cat tree while headbutting them for attention, more at 11
#gee mom i wonder why lup wouldn't like you#would it happen to have anything to do with your approaches to cat training and child rearing which involved a lot of screaming?#maybe she smells it on you that if she tried to meow at you#you might try to 'train' her out of it by yowling in her face like you did to all of YOUR cats#maybe she just smells it on you that you slapped the shit out of me one time because I flipped you off during an argument#anyway lup hates mom and yelled at me about having let her take over lup's space for like 10min after they left#i apologized and will fo so again tonight with catnip and dehydrated salmon#amara did great tho! mostly disliked rene (lmao correctly smelling the man on her I think but that's a whole separate thing that happened#god my parents are exhausting#they weren't even over for 5 whole hours and I have a cramp in my shoulder and a fuckening migraine#oh! she did at least bring me a better migraine abortive#i'll take that when I get home and massage some oil into my neck before heating it#oh man#a massage oil heatpack on my shoulders and hips sounds incredible right now I really should make a rice sack for that eventually#should buy myself some yarn this month and knit things
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i am tormented by visions
#lokius#there is so......#clenches fist#just something about how loki grabs mobius's right shoulder & the gold and green lighting appearing over mobius's right side from the frame#loki staying to comfort mobius after the mm attack#then sylvie grabbing his left shoulder and then immediately leaving him behind#[no sylvie shade obvs. i love you girl.]
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#currently on the worst road trip of my whole entire life! well. i don't want to jinx it lmao but#today i popped TWO TIRES at once in the middle of the Katy Freeway in Houston TX (the widest highway in the US; 26 lanes btw)#managed to make it over to the shoulder without DYING but then had to sit there for like an hour? and panic called a tow truck because duh#I know how to change a tire but I was – again – sitting on the shoulder of the widest freeway on the continent so#anyway I called a tow; a guy showed up. I assumed it was the tow! turned out it was not. but he helped me put on the spare and then was lik#“follow me to my shop I can do the tires for you” and I was like okay! 👍 but then the ACTUAL tow called me and I realized this was#just a random guy (very nice up to that point but then I got scared about following him to a secondary location?) and so I didn't lmao#I just kept driving and didn't follow him but the guy on the phone was then mad at me because I wasn't where I said I would be because#AGAIN – I thought the original guy WAS the tow company that I called? but anyway guy 2 on the phone was like “YOU OWE ME $200!!!!”#and I said for what? also how would I pay you? and he tried to get me to cash app him lmao?? I didn't. I hung up on him#he called me like 6 more times yelling at me until I finally just blocked his number 💀#however NOW at this point I'm driving on one spare tire and one rapidly-flattening second tire and I still have 3 hours left to get where#I was going for the night and to top it all off I'm in the middle of a city I've only been to one time before? so I manage to get to a hote#like a nice-ish one where I'm like “okay if I get stuck here this won't be the end of the world”#because keep in mind today is a national holiday so basically everything is closed!!!! btw!!!!!#but eventually I'm sitting there and it's literally 100F outside and I remember oh right lol I have car insurance which pays for a tow#(a normal one; not a random one I panic-found on google who calls me screaming at me to cash app him $200)#so anyway I call my insurance and the guy on the phone is very nice and is like “it's okay; we'll have someone to you in 45 min”#and I'm like okay. OKAY. 🙌💪 I am a strong independent woman who is figuring this out and no longer on the side of the highway#but instead in a nice calm neighborhood and all I have to do is wait 45 min and everything will be okay#one hour goes by. I call back. get redirected to the tow company that was dispatched. guy says oh! is my guy not there yet?#I say no. he says okay – I'll have him call you. hangs up.#okay. 20 more min go by. guy finally calls me. says “I'm 20-25 min away” at this point I've been waiting about an hour and a half#I say. okay? okay. 30 more minutes go by. I try to call the guy back. straight to voicemail. three more calls. three more no answers.#I call my insurance back. sit on hold for 15 min. eventually get put through to a different person who's like “okay let me check on him”#get put on hold. eventually she comes back and says “okay he says 15 minutes” I've been waiting over 2 hours at this point. I have to PEE#I just... burst into tears. on the phone with this poor random woman from Geico Insurance. I'm bawling my eyes out.#she was trying to get claim info from me but I'm crying so hard she's like “oh baby no. okay. okay. we can get that from you tomorrow.”#when you cry so hard that even the insurance company is like “you know what we're just going to let this one slide”#anyway guy eventually shows up. he's very nice even though I hate him a little for being so late. he drives me to an OPEN TIRE SHOP
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I've developed this recurring theme in my dreams the past couple months where I'll catch my reflection and see my hair's kinda long, like neck length. and I'm like oh god when did it get so long!! I don't like that, I have to do something!! and then I wake up and go oh nvm it's still short. didn't know it bothered me that much 😭
#dream diary#would honestly love to be a long-haired guy sometime tbh#like eric martin in the video for ''to be with you'' kinda hair?#but when I tried it over lockdown it just left me a bit dysphoric :(#I'm not masc enough in other areas for it to work for me right now#plus it takes Ages. like. I didn't have it cut for about 2 years there and it only barely scraped my shoulders by the time I did#I guess down to a combination of having coils that take forever to reach down and kinda bad thin hair lol
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13, trying to prevent yaz from spiralling when they get separated: i need you to do a deepdive into eschatology
#fghgjhjhggh#'yea i know this sucks babe but we'll figure it out the fate of the world is on your shoulders i believe in you kisses <3'#like thats where you'll end up right#'find out when the aliens come try and take over'#eschatology and death cults and conspiracy theories probably#forced to sift through like centuries of that stuff for years on end trying to find the Real in all of it#and you cant.......stop. bc the world will end#i dont think you come out of that.................normal#even with the best starting condition you dont come out of that normal but yaz is like#functional only by virtue of her circumstances i think#she looks fine bc shes standing next to 13#i dont think shes normal under the surface#i dont think 4 years of apocalypticism left her untouched#dan either i mean i dont think anyone comes out of that untouched but these two are like barely keeping it together beforehand#can you imagine how WEIRD theyve become#can you imagine how obliviously and kind of unsettlingly weird they'd be in support groups#the others would get it like sure none of us are really normal anymore but like#i think they'd be weird#4 years of having to depend on each other and not knowing if you'll get back home and having to take The End Times seriously nonstop as a#matter of urgency and duty#and then losing the third member of your party?#dan and yaz will be so weird and fucked up#iknow im repeating myself but im just trying to put myself in the frame of mind of#having to take intepretations of the end times seriously for 4 years#when youre already like a lowkey suicidal person to begin with#i think if yaz hangs out with 14 she'll say such weird and fucked up things entirely obliviously and he'd be like O.O#she probably still has 1900 habits that show up unexpectedly#or like just miscalibrated. has to take a trip to another country and takes a train bc she forgets planes exist#has to look up somethign and just goes SIGH. gets her coat to go to the library. and ryans like ??? ive googled it#and shes like oh fuck google
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Finally got around to designing this girlie! Her name is Compound, and she’s the leader of a goddess bless party of adventurers! Which is to say she is a huge suck up and absolutely unwilling to acknowledge that she and her party are completely and utterly unqualified for any of the missions they’re being thrown at
#keese draws#oc art#oc#shes ofc part of the same crew as pledge and orthodox#girlie does not know she’s a side character <3#she has always been very loyal to the insight goddess and has worked tirelessly to get into a blessed adventurer party#she very much is willing to do whatever she’s ordered to by the goddess but outside of that she tends to be too sepf righteous to listen to#others and as such she can often come across as very bossy and vaguely threatening to those who work with her#she really likes the imagery of heroism and kindness but she truthfully mostly just likes feeling like she’s in the right#which isn’t to say she’s like super mean or that she doesn’t care abt those around her#she cares a Lot about her friends and does genuinely like helping people#but she also grew up in a very religious family and in yknow. the city that the goddess most of the continent worships lives.#so she generally values herself by how well she follows the gods ideals of heroism opposed to any personal morals#and she values other people by the same metric#and since she’s quite a bit more religious than average even within the area she’s developed a bit of a superiority complex around it#anyways fun fact her shoulderpiece is basically a soulder flask#it’s specifically for storing liquids for her token magical trinket which is a sponge#well it’s the head of one of those pill animal sponges#the body of it was grinded up and melded into her sword#so the size density and some additional bonus properties are all based around the state of the head of the sponge#the head is also attached to a little stick so it can be easily put in and taken out of the shoulder piece when needed#she usually keeps her shoulderpiece filled with warm fluids (usually broths)#this is mostly because the most common type of monsters around are slimes that the warmth and bits of grease help cut through#in theory you could do some much cooler stuff with it but the sponge itself is just yknow. a sponge. so there are some pretty hard limits#like hypothetically you could have a cool acid sword that can melt things but you’d have it for approximately 20 seconds#historically the sponge pieces were mostly used as tools in the kitchen before the relic collection program went into full swing#they Were going to be sent to be used in the palace kitchen but a wesponsmith involved with the project saw potential in them#so the sword bound to a sponge concept was born and made and left to sit around in the armory for a century or two#there’s a lot of various relics that mostly just sit around in the royal armory but over the past 50 years or so letting adventuring#academy students and graduates borrow them has become pretty standard practice
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All eleven pieces of my Yule dress cut out and ready for sewing!
And the swiffer-type dust cloth I used to wipe down all the velvet fuzzies after cutting out each piece. Despite my best efforts there's still velvet lint everywhere, and probably will be until this project is done, lol.
#my sewing#velvet Yule dress#2024 mood#fwiw the sleeves are laid on top of the skirt -- but upside down with the shoulder near the end of the skirt#and I _still_ can't see any difference in the nap on this velvet#I might have been able to squeeze the pieces in slightly tighter if I was really confident about the no-nap situation#but even cutting everything with the same end of the fabric as the 'up' I still ended up with a nice buffer of left over fabric#just long enough to re-cut a piece or two if I really needed to. but thankfully I don't think I'll have to#there were a couple of little marks on the velvet from where I hung the fabric while it was wet after I handwashed it#I managed to avoid cutting a piece directly on top of any of them -- or so I thought#then I found a little round marred spot right below the waist on one side-front panel#pretty visible and the sort of thing I would notice all the time even if no one else would#so I thought about re-cutting that panel and checked to make sure I had enough fabric#but then I thought: why not at least try to iron out that spot before trashing the whole panel?#since it's already been washed the key is getting it wet again and then ironing it on a velvet board with zero pressure just heat and steam#so I used a little spray bottle to put water just right where the spot was (spraying on the back) and then steamed it dry with my iron#with the fabric face-down on the velvet board. by the time the water was all steamed off the spot was completely gone!#so thankfully I don't have to re-cut anything. which means that I have enough left over for another small project or two later on#next step on this project will be doing a little stay-stitch ~1/8'' in from the edge of the fabric#and then I can start pinning pieces together and sewing the long princess seams#I am so excited to make this pile of fabric into an actual dress! :D
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Honest to god might go nuclear and just drop out of university.
Like fuck that noise I tried it didn't work out now it's time for plan "I get to live my life."
#but people are always like 'nooooo you can't do thwt you need to grind this you're so promising aha'#like ok well what if I don't want to be a promising young woman. what then.#like what if; and get this; ive always wanted to be unremarkable working an okayish#8 to 4 job that's kinda boring and mediocre and allows me to go home and do my own thing when my shift's over?#what if my ideal life is one where I'm a cashier or an office worker or a graphic designer or whete i work in a smokes shop#and i work with a few people and it's kinda boring but kinda fun and the pay isn't good but it's enough to live#and i don't have to take my work home and I don't have to worry about the safety or health of others#what if i said that every time I expressed this people just laughed at me and said that that isn't true#as far as the world is concerned my desires are simply not real. not allowed to be real.#I'm a 'promising young woman' and as such i have to perform to others' satisfaction and do what they think i have to do#get that degree and get it on time. get a move on you should have been married by now. try harder you should have had a good#job in your field by now#it's always have to have to have to. supposed to supposed to supposed to. and i keep doing that and i keep bending my back#but what is left of me? my ex once told me that if i keep going on and on about what i have to do then i actually want to do it#i don't think i do but it left a worm in my head. now i keep wondering if i do want this life.#I'm sick and tired of it all and I've always been and it's like a pressure on my shoulders that says 'this is how you earn your life'#'want' is a dirty word. a sinful word. so i just keep going. 'want' is something my mother spits out mockingly#'Wanting isn't a valid reason' she always says.#'I want a lot of things and i never do them and i never have done them. I do what I have to do; even if i hate it. That's life. That's#responsibility;' she says whenever she's in a bad mood (always)#i hate that I'm the failure of the family and yet I'm expected to try harder. i hate that I'm not allowed to fail.#what if i want to?#why is my mother allowed to have a high school diploma and nothing else and I'm not? why is she allowed to be a graphic designer;#why is she allowed to be a receptionist; to own a small business; and I'm not?#why can my aunt be a cashier? why was my grandma allowed to be a factory worker?#why is it always 'you have to take care of other people' 'you have to bear the suffering of others'#'you are not a human being' 'you have to'? what have i done to deserve that?#what if i want to be a person? what if i want to have the right to live? what if i want a life? what if i want to be#an unremarkable unimportant useless nonessential member of society?
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home from work
#if I speak…#one of the girls walked out yesterday#the best worker we have is on the verge of blowing up on this bitch’s leaders bc since he can do everything quick and efficiently already#they’re putting 3 to 4 ppl’s workloads on him to see how far they can extend his worth and then they’re over his shoulder the whole time#micromanaging him so today he almost lost it and was literally walking around mumbling about his disrespectful they all are (facts)#and how if they don’t think he’s doing it right then they can do it and I know for a fact one of the ladies heard him#bc he wasn’t even trying to hide it at this point and like this dude is cool he has a lot of patience and helps out any way he can#so if HE’S on the brink of snapping then the rest of us don’t stand a chance LMFAO#anyways today was a fucking mess those leaders know nothing about our store yet so they have us making less than what we need until we need#it so we get behind constantly and they made prep a disaster bc again they think they can just prep a bunch of stuff in the morning#and it’ll last the whole day and yes that works in theory but the reality of the situation is every day is different and today#we sold double what we did yesterday so they had to move me to prep to fix their mistakes bc we were running out of stuff 4 hours in lmfao#and I’m the only one left who knows how to do everything on prep bc the other girls had never done it before#we’re supposed to prep 20 mac n cheese trays in the morning for the whole day#we open lunch at 10:30 tell me why I go into the cooler at 12 put more in the oven and there’s only 5 left#it’s been less than 2 HOURS and you’re already running out of macs which means those idiots prepped barely anything just to try and save mo#*money to cut down waste but that gag if you’re losing money bc now you’re short on everything and customers are leaving bc they’re having#to wait a long time for their food#and macs take 40 minutes to cool LMFAO#I get over there they’re out of parfaits they’re out of fruit cups they’re out of kale salads the front is coming in and having to take#stuff as I make it bc they keep getting orders and it’s all just a fucking mess#I have to make a custom wrap and what happens?? those morons didn’t pull the flatbreads out of the freezer like they’re supposed to every#night so now we have no flatbread and I had to run back there and put them in the warming drawer to defrost and we lost an order bc I had#nothing to make the wraps with <3#I go back there to get more cold chicken SPOILER ALERT they didn’t have anyone make any this morning so now there’s no chicken for the wrap#and salad and it has to be grilled and then chilled for 2 FUCKING HOURS before it can be used#they’re a fucking disaster like 😭#was the store perfect before?? ofc not but it ran quickly and efficiently as it should and now it’s literally just a mess#this bitch hasn’t even owned it for a full week yet and has already fucked it all up#womp womp!!!!!!
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Three Act Tragedy - Dress Rehearsal
Egg, Charles and the others attend what was supposed to be a dress rehearsal, but unfortunately it takes a dark turn....
#martin shaw#sir charles cartwright#egg lytton gore#kimberley nixon#three act tragedy#my gorgeous babies!#look how happy they are!#for all I care the ep could have ended there and I would have been alright with it#just let them have a fun night out and plan their wedding in peace#and Charles finally feeling secure enough to put his hand around her shoulder#now that she already said yes to his proposal#my poor darlings - you deserved so much better!#even mama Egg is all smiles#she can tell her daughter is excited and in love#and then the Belgian penguin has to ruin their night!!#Shame on him for thousand years#and you know that slimy little lurker in the background was slobbering over her again the second they left the theatre#my gifs#I'm still so very passionate about them#even though my writing is stagnating right now#but they will have their story told eventually#not giving up on my sweethearts - don't worry!
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