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Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Nope, it's some custom wall cc I made today. Nothing can stop me now!*
*the author acknowledges that actually a great many things could stop her including but not limited to most of her old screenshots existing on her external hard drive which is a pain to set up
Pssst, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, look what I also did
#ramble ramble ramble#no space for leprechaun hate#Yes I did attempt to make a cat outline#I know it doesn't look great#But in my defense#I can't draw#that's my defense
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Hey @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, the anti leprechaun agenda is spiraling out of control!
I missed the deep dive for Lovestruck. Instead of watching it, I'm looking at the features via Sims Community.
Let me get this straight about turn-on/offs: muscles and other physical characteristics don't matter, but clothing color and style does.
I present to you a most unwelcome scene from your game:
Belinda arrived at the bar first. Her wife, Cheryl, would arrive shortly. They would enjoy drinks and dancing to celebrate their first anniversary. Cheryl: Belinda! Belinda turns slowly and gasps in horror. Belinda: (tearfully) How could you?!? You- you're wearing green! Cheryl: You're so controlling! I like green! Belinda: But you know it turns me off. Why can't you dress like her? Belinda points at an EA-generated townie. The townie is wearing fifteen accessories (none of them matching), gloves, an ugly hat, and the ugliest clothing known to simkind. But she's wearing a yellow shirt, and yellow is a fucking turn-on. End scene because player rage quits.
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Sunscreen
W.C.- 2 k
“Have you got everything we need? Sunscreen? Towels? My sudoku’s?”
“Check. Check and check. I’ve got everything we need Lee, and even if I did the other girls are gonna pack plenty of things. You’ve seriously going to have to calm down, we’re spending the day at the beach.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right, I’m sorry”
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, my love. Now come on, let’s go.”
You put your hands on her waist, pulling her in for a kiss full of love. The beach bag is slung haphazardly over your right shoulder after you’d checked its contents as per Leah’s request. The two of you had been invited to an Arsenal beach outing, the last meeting before everyone shipped off to Australia for the World cup.
Releasing her waist from your iron grip, you walk out the door side by side with your fiancée but not before stealing another quick kiss from her usually pouting lips. You unlock the car for Leah remotely as you lock up the house, triple checking that your house was locked up before joining Leah in the car. Settling into the driver's seat, you lean back and put the bag in the backseat before putting the key in the keyhole and starting the engine.
With one hand on the wheel and one on the back of Leah’s headrest, you look through the back window as you maneuver your way out of the driveway. Leah can’t resist pressing a soft kiss against the exposed skin of your neck, resulting in you stopping your movements entirely too distracted by the affection from your favorite person.
Waking from your slight trance, you continue your earlier actions of backing out. DJ Williamson makes her appearance as she connects her phone to the aux and starts to play the playlist she made specially for the two of you, made up of your shared favorite songs and lyrical pieces.
Jamming out, you’ve driven about half of the journey when the music gets cut off and the sound of someone calling replaces it. Seeing the face of a certain Irish captain paired with ‘Leprechaun ��🇪🍀’ clues you in to who’s calling you. Accepting the call you are instantly met with the screaming voice of Katie Mccabe floating around the air of the enclosed space of the car.
“Ey! Where are ya? We’ve been here for a while now”
“My dear Katie, we’re there in like 10 minutes don’t you worry. Did you manage to drag Ruesha with you?”
“I sure did” You hear the sound of the phone being passed through the speakers in the car, enforcing every little sound coming from the other end of the phone.
“You asked for me, darling?”
“Rue, my love! How you doing? Been missing you, yeah” You and Ruesha had clicked as soon as you had met and became best friends faster than the Flash could run, ever since then you’ve been calling each other pet names for fun. What made it even more fun was how your partners hated it, your favorite activity outside of football was to annoy them two.
“Been dealing with my crybaby, but otherwise I’ve been alright darling. How about you? How’s it been dealing with Grumps?” Snorting at the nickname Ruesha’s given Leah, you can feel her glare burning into the side of your face.
“Leah’s been much less grumpy since I proposed, maybe you should take a page out of my book and pop the question to Katie so she’ll stop being so feisty.” The words falling from your lips are words you know are going to come into fruition within the next couple weeks, Ruesha having told you her plans as soon as you told her yours.
A ‘hey!’ comes from the background of the call, Katie clearly having heard your comment on her feistiness.
“Right, we’re pulling in now so we’ll see you soon.” Surprisingly it’s not you who speaks this time, instead it’s Leah who ends the call when she’s done.
After you’ve put the car in a parking space and turned off the engine, you reach over and open the compartment in front of Leah’s legs, pulling out a roll of sports tape to put over her engagement ring so that she won’t lose it. Taking her left hand into yours, bringing it up to your lips to kiss the back of it before placing kisses to her fingertips with the same tenderness you always have with her. Pulling off a bit of the tape, you put the thin strip of the sticky material over the silver band sitting prettily on her slender finger.
“Like that. I did a pretty good job, right?” The kiss she presses to your lips serves as confirmation and you sigh contentedly into the passionate kiss. Leah takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into the opening between your lips, exploring your mouth like she’s done so many times before. Swiftly pulling away from her addictive lips is harder than you would think it would be, and the whine that leaves her kiss swollen lips has your knees weak.
“Lee, we’ve gotta go and join the others no matter how much I want to let this play out.”
“Let’s go then.”
Exiting the car, you pluck the bag from the back seat before locking the car and joining Leah where she’s stood near the front of it. Taking her hand in yours again, you two walk in the hot sand towards the placement of the group of footballers.
When you finally arrive at the group, you hand Leah the picnic blanket you brought to sit on. She places it over the burning hot sand before taking the bag from your practically vibrating form, knowing how excited you were to get in the water and play with the teammates who were as ‘mature’ as you. Pulling your shirt over your head, you expose the bathing suit that had been hiding under the article of clothing, and the friends surrounding you let out a few whistles.
“Bye, babe” Trying to slip away into the water before Leah makes you put on the suffocating sun lotion, you get about 1 meter before she realizes what it is you’re trying to do.
“Wait Y/n! You really didn’t think that I would forget right?” Gesturing for you to come back, you let out a low grumble before returning to her now sitting form ready to be smothered in sunscreen. You look on as she squirts the lotion into her palm before she dips her right index and middle finger into the puddle and takes your face between two of her fingers. Tapping her fingers all over your face, she leaves behind tracks of white that are going to be blended out within a short while. When she decides that the blobs are spread out evenly enough, she starts to rub it around and effectively blends it out. Moving on to your neck, she takes what’s left of the puddle in her hand and smears it all over your neck before motioning for you to turn around so that she can repeat the process on your back. Her fingers massage the sunscreen into the skin of your back and you have to bite down on your lip to prevent the groan from escaping the vicinity of your throat.
A short time later, the entirety of your body has been sun lotioned and it’s your time to return the favor of covering the difficult parts to reach. Watching carefully as Leah takes her shirt off, you swear you’re in heaven as you see her abs flex with her movements. As she lays down on her stomach, you put the cold liquid directly on her back instead of your hand before spreading it evenly over every strong and incredibly visible muscle. When you’re done, you give her a light tap on the bum to show her that you’ve completed the task before you hand her the tube of sunscreen, ready to take off towards the water. She turns around to give you a kiss before you’re allowed to run down to the waves.
Half an hour later is when you start missing your girl, walking up to her with water dripping all over the place from your body. Leah’s laying on the blanket, eyes closed as she’s obviously tanning lightly. You get the perfect idea when you notice that she doesn’t seem to acknowledge your presence coming up to her, but like always Leah knows you better than anyone meaning she knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“Don’t you dare, Y/n.”
“Do you have eyes everywhere or something?” Your voice is filled with disbelief as you question her.
“No you’re just really predictable” She tells you while throwing one of the towels at your still dripping body.
“As much as I want to contest that, I know that you’re gonna win so I won’t even try. We’re gonna go play chicken fight, you want to join?” The question is more of a formality than anything, you know Leah just as well as she knows you. When she shakes her head you lean down to kiss her and hand her back the towel she had given you. Walking down towards where you know Ruesha’s sitting, you ask her if she wants to join in on the game, the two of you against Katie and Beattie. She agrees as soon as you say Katie, always down to knock her girlfriend down a peg.
Leah watches on as Katie complains about you pairing up with her girlfriend before both you and Jen go down under the surface to let the two women sit on your shoulders. You keep a tight grip on her knees so that she won’t fall off your shoulders. A countdown is started and as it gets to 1, you start moving towards Jen and Katie, and as the women on top of your shoulders clasp hands with each other trying to push each other off Leah hears a question coming from left.
“To think that you want to spend the rest of your life with Y/n is really sweet. Your relationship is cavity provoking by how sweet it is.” Caitlin expresses her feelings with the statement, and Leah can’t help but agree.
“She’s my person, y’know. I’ve loved her since I was little, there’s no denying that I’m doing the right decision by marrying her”
When Leah turns back to where you were just a second ago, she can’t spot you anywhere. She figures that you’ve just gone underwater again, but as she feels your cold and wet body on her warm and dry one she quickly realizes how wrong she was. The sound of her shriek has the entire team looking in your direction and seeing what was happening. As Leah pushes you off her and into the sand, you let out a loud laugh at her immediate reaction.
“I regret agreeing to marry you.” Her playful tone lets you know that she isn’t serious, that and the conversation you’d overheard.
“No you don’t”
“You’re right, I don’t”
The rest of the day goes by in a flash as you finally manage to pull Leah with you to swim with the promise of a shared shower as soon as you come home. You eat, talk and joke around with the rest of your teammates and when it is time to return home, Leah has to practically drag you away from your friends before you get reminded of your deal. The entire car ride home is spent in silence, tired from the outing with your friends.
The first words are muttered when the front door is closed and locked.
“How about that shower I was promised?”
Soon the bathroom looks more like the laundry room with all the clothes strewn about haphazardly, but you don’t mind in the slightest as long as you get that long awaited shower with your fiancée who you love more than anything.
Guess who's caught the flu? 😍🤞 (spoiler alert: it’s me) (no joke my body is actually in a lot of pain lmao)
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Every Quarkfit Ranked From Worst To Best Part 2
Part 1
16. Vacation Quark (Hiking Addition):
My thing about this costume is that the vest actually seems a little too formal for the rest of the outfit. Like yeah if anyone's gonna wear a silk vest to a hike in the Gamma Quadrant it's Quark, but ultimately it doesn't come together for me. I do like that they used the wrong side if the vest fabric for the binding and the lapels, and I love this little Space Fashion moment of this tuck in the sleeve.
15. Vacation Quark (Beach and Brunch Edition):
This costume has so many individual parts that are great. His shorts and sandals match! The shirt is a crop top and an undershirt! But altogether it's pretty mid tbh. I think I'd like if it had some detailing in the center front, like just a placket would be nice even.
14. Survival Jacket:
Man, Starfleet LOVES a yoke, even their emergency coat has a yoke. I'm aware that it's crazy that I ranked this so high, but what can I say, I like this jacket lol. I also think it's slept on that his extremely long tails are hanging out the back lol.
13. Herb Rossoff Look 2:
MUCH better. Better fit, more texture, cute tie. Glasses look good on him. Not a good color for him though, he could use something darker.
12. Klingon Hologram Quark:
The #1 way to a Klingon woman's heart? Historical roleplay. Love that we get to see some contrast up by Quark's face and I love this fur chevron moment on the back.
11. Green and Yellow:
I ALMOST like this costume. I saw someone say he looks like a leprechaun and like, yeah. He does. I kind of particularly hate that little green flower shape in the print and the cross on the vest. I do however really like the shape that the bias trim makes.
No shade (ok a little shade) but they use A LOT of bias in Quark's costumes and it's ALWAYS shrunk and twisted unevenly.
What is going on here? Is it from drycleaning? Anyway I do LOVE the shirt, I'm a suckered for chevroning stripes.
Part 3
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Headcanons ╾ Matt
Because Matt.
they get more fun after the first few
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he seems like the kind of guy who grew up with lots of sisters
I'm bouncing forth between "all older than him" and "all younger than him" so let's just say some older some younger
somewhere between three and five
I don't think he would be an orphan actually (I have some headcanons for Wammy's House that I'll expand on some other time), he probably ran away or was kicked out maybe
I feel like his family would be really poor maybe he ran away to take on barely legal contracts and send them money
Matt's favourite Mario character is Rosalina, closely followed by Luigi
he has stuck a nicotine patch on his forehead before - yk like Amy did in Brooklyn 99
he tried to eat Mello's chocolate once when he had the munchies
oooeuggnhheuehh that was a mistake
he has never elaborated ↑
His favourite mythical creature is the wood nymph but if he himself could become a mythical creature he'd be a leprechaun
star wars is a fantasy star wars is a sci fi NO, YOU IMBECILES, STAR WARS IS A SPACE OPERA!! the only thing that can get him riled up is this debate
even though he actually hates Star Wars
Matt has a blonde wig and he doesn't know where he got it
watched Breaking Bad and cried
watched My Little Pony and cried
watched John Wick IV because he got lost when tracking down a target. accidentally shot the screen halfway through
Terrified of any and all old black and white photos of a young girl because he's convinced they're all vengeful ghosts. He would like to meet a ghost actually but NOT a young Victorian girl dying of tuberculosis thank you very much good night
Matt will drive through the city at night because it relaxes him. plays 80s or 00s grunge rock and takes pictures when he's stopped at traffic lights.
can play the cello
His weird-stare-without-blinking rivals L's/affectionate
I headcanon him as Belgian
when he was little he wanted to be a park ranger. his favourite animal is deer.
his favourite word is "undiagnosed" and I think that says a lot about why he likes Mello (that said he likes the word because of how it sounds)
I feel like he has dyscalculia
HE LOVES LEGO. like so much. he has played all the Lego games like Lego Batman and stuff. steals sorry borrows Near's Lego. he actually will return it.
Matt is actually a really sweet big brother figure to a lot of the younger kids.
oh yeah I don't think he knows that much Japanese. he speaks Dutch + English fluently though
he'd play games with them n stuff
does that thing where he glues a coin to the ground and watches as people try to pick it up. has laughed at this for hours. sits in a nearby garden and has a picnic
rolls his ankles a lot
gets sick relatively easily but will just continue on with life cause he doesn't get very badly sick. minor cold.
accidentally got himself abandoned on a desert island once. luckily he saw a helicopter while cloud watching. it found him easily because his hair looked like it was on fire
oh yeah speaking of his goddamn HAIR
it's brown, but bleaches red when he's in the sun. I also draw it with little green bits. because all the colour hcs are cool. and I'm indecisive.
he's really good at card games
has been on several popular TV game shows. always loses.
Matt!!
★━━─・‥…━━━☆
𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜
#i love how we're all obsessed with him despite how little he was in canon#lowkey best character??#death note#writing#death note headcanons#dn#headcanons#mail jeevas#matt death note#lei's death note
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With my deductive skills I believe this crime was committed by... A leprechaun with a ladder
I've been having a lot of fun reading @deardiaryts4's Detective Solomon series, so in honour of that, today's Most Judgmental Cat on the Planet photos encourage you to solve a crime (wrong answers only)
bonuses
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who wants an unintelligibly unfinished lore infodump
wow really ? ok here goes … no pictures sorry
set the scene theres a space player guy who played sburb ( who would have guessed ) and did all that average dead session caliborn stuff but like not caliborn , and also the challenge being more tailored towards space players rather than time players , how it would change ? IDK . he wins all the fucked up sign leprechauns who will become the horoscope and is like wow i could conquer so many universes with these guys or Whatever thats very on the nose
but in a different medium , his timeplayer ex-hate-girlfriend from ANOTHER UNIVERSE also played sburb and because of the challenge thing couldnt really get all too much done past the god tiering crap . but its ok … becaus she didnt need to .. she only did that bs so she could stop that orher guy from being all big and bad .
she traveled through the furthest ring woohoo and kicked that other guys ass hashtag girlboss and then was like ok guess im leading you guys now and the leprechauns were like OK that other guy was kinda chill but ALRIGHT , they go back to alternius through stupid time shenanigans
this girl im tlaking about is technically the lord englisj ‘ standin ‘ but there was a falling out involving a first guardian ( doc standin ) and the fun gang or whatever they were called and time girl went their separate ways … how this happens ? give me a break i havent thought that far yet . scratchndin is like dont weorry you can go run your errands and become one with the timeline or whayever your team and universes are in good hands ……. and time girl is like ok thats good i guess dont try any funny business , ill be back with the milk soon ……….. then you wont believe who fucks a bunch of future stuff over ..
ok now weve got the first guardian of alternifuck and shit who like in a way is very opposite to doc scratch … everything she .. its a girl btw i dont know why i made her a girl but its too late to change it now LOL .. everything she does is very against what timeplayer stands for and does a bunch of stuff just for the hell of it as a test of her powers she thinks shes funnie …… let women have hobbies i guess ..
thats about as far as im gonna infodump
OK howd you like it how many plot holes did u find how much will you drink to that
#please be nice to me this is the most thinking on something ive done in a while#the cherubs actually have sprites i just have refrained from posting them#scratches chin while thinking#im gonna go on a limb and say space cherub is from earth b and time cherub is from alternius a ??#and they spoke by something similar enough to jade and jakes pen pal thing ??? i guess#how this works i have no idea I SAY THAT a lot dont i#<- not set in stone but it is an interesting concept to me
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Idk why I randomly got curious about this, do any of your slasher families have dogs? :) or cats?
Bonus: any mythical creature or horror creature feature type pets
Ooooh thank you thank you!!!
The Frosts: The Frosts have a giant Great Pyrenees named Cane (full name Hurricane) who is very protective of the kids, though Claudia has pretty much claimed him as HER dog. He's very protective and oftentimes you can hardly see him when out with his family.
They also have three kitties. A mama tabby, Cherry, and her two babies Pumpkin and Nutmeg. Finding Cherry in the cold, Crystal took the mama in and nursed her to health, while Jack claimed they didn't need any damn cats. You will now often see Cherry loudly purring in his lap, in his recliner while he watches TLC.
The Claus's: Before his death, Santa's helldeer Mistletoe was a beloved member of the Claus family. Sigrid never met him, but she was often told stories of how magnificent of a beast the creature was.
Now Santa has his reindeer, who though he preferred Mistletoe, he loves all of them. His girls are well-treated and pampered by him, and so much as a chipped hoof will get an elf sentenced to death.
As for current pets, Hela has one. A megalodon she named "Bubble". He is fed plenty of whales, loves head scratches, and often is seen giving his mommy rides around the sea. He is safely hidden and has plenty of space to roam.
Sigrid herself has a different creature. A dragon. Given to her by her grandfather, Askr may be a baby for now but he is SIGRID 'S BABY and you can often see him on her shoulder or being fed the finest of meats.
The Frost-Claus's: Of course Mistletoe and the reindeer are often spoken in this version of the Claus's as well.
Miriam has several pets that she adores. First and foremost, there is her chonky Basset Hound that she named Alfred, though you will often hear her call him other names such as "Ally-baby-boo" "Floppsy" and "Sniffles". Then there is her other puppy, Reginald, a giant Saint Bernard who you often hear her call "My widdle boy" "Slobbers" and "Reggie-weggie-woo-woo". She spoils them both very very much. Ofc they are Jack and Santa's as well, but the moment the pups were brought home they became Miriam's.
Miriam also has several birds in her own giant enclosure for them to fly around in happily.
The Rays: The Rays have their pets galore, and I'm just gonna name the mama's pets and do my nextgens' in another post. Tiffany has a giant Mainecoon kitty cat who she named Duchess who hates Chucky with a passion.
Michelle however, has a beautiful boa constricter that she lovingly named Sunny, and often takes her out to the garden with her. Sunny also hates Chucky.
The Caputos: Eddie and Donna have a pitbull named Duke, who they got to help protect their new apartment and give him a good home. Well. The second part was good.
Duke is scared of his own shadow, a giant love bug, could hardly catch flies let alone robbers, and Donna absolutely has gotten him some jammies, all while Eddie has to defend to Chucky that "Duke is a good guard dog, I swear".
The Leprechauns: The leprechaun cave is full of different pets for the children of the home, all given by their loving parents, but the matriarch of the cave does indeed have pets of her own that her hubby Lubdan got for her.
Lucky has two pet ferrets, Silky and Satin, little tricksters who hardly leave their mommy's side. Lucky pampers her girls with their own room for them to play in, and yes, has little outfits for them.
The Tudors: The Tudors only have one pet in their ice cream shop, and that's an old, but still kicking dachshund named Waffle. He has his own little hat and is often laying in his custom bed in Gregory's truck, loudly snoring. The family loves him very much.
#horror#slashers#horror oc#crystal frost#hela claus#miriam claus#lucky leprechaun#rosie tudor#donna caputo#michelle ray#child's play#childs play#tiffany valentine#jack frost 1997#leprechaun movie#ice cream man#santas slay#eddie caputo#animals#horror movies
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Front Step
This drabble is preceded by Back Step and followed by Last Dance.
Guardian Artifice & Róisín Perkin | Castle of Roses | Present Night
A few hours later, Arty finished dosing the wine, dropped its invisibility and disguise tech setup, and went off to find Róisín.
It knocked on her door, half hoping she’d answer, half hoping -
“Oh, hey.” Yawned the kelpie, rubbing his eyes. “What’re ya doin’ here so late in the day?”
It bonked its head against his shoulder and he blinked rapidly with shock.
“I…don’t want to be alone.” It admitted, then scowled. “Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not here to sleep with you. I just…”
It hugged itself.
“I don’t like to be alone for too long.”
It said in a distant voice.
“Uh, sure. C’mon in then.” Said the fae in a baffled voice, stepping back to let the artifice walk inside their room.
Arty looked around at the roses painted all over the walls, the rich tapestries of hunts and gardens hanging down, ones that must be preserved by magic given how old they looked.
The colored thread still gleamed in the low torchlight, and beautifully carved wooden furniture with various objects and clothes scattered around it filled the space around the giant, luxurious bed.
“M’not home much, but s’always nice when I am.” Róisín said as the construct looked around.
“Yes.” It murmured. “Your staff seem very loyal.”
“Shit, I gotta be good to ‘em, who else is gonna keep this place goin’?” She said with a chuckle. “Had most of ‘em fer as long as I’ve been alive, before the age of iron.”
“Right. It’s gold that doesn’t bother you, isn’t it?”
“Nawp.” He confirmed. “Why d’ya think leprechauns have it in stories? Gran’ed, those’re mostly bunk, that rainbow an’pot shit - but they got one thing right.”
“Every fae has an aspect, or so it seems.” Arty said, walking further in, hands clasped behind its back.
“A lot of us.” Róisín agreed. “Nobles do, an’ some lower folk.”
It looked at her, so piercingly the kelpie’s tail flicked in mild discomfort.
“An aspect determined when you’re hatched, isn’t it? Or born. Grown. I admit I’m not an expert on fae biology.”
“Could be any.” They said honestly. “We ain’t all alike, you know that. The disease folk are the oldest of us all, they come into bein’ when new diseases do. M’told I had parents, but I don’t remember ‘em. Prob’ly died fighting trolls, or some other race.”
The casualness in the fae’s voice surprised the artifice, and its eyebrows rose curiously.
“Eh, I never met ‘em, s’no big deal to me.” They said with a shrug. “My attendants raised me, an’ they’re all I ever needed.”
“So you don’t hate trolls for that?”
Róisín chuckled.
“Trolls do a lotta dumb shit. But I ain’t one of those idjits who thinks the planet’s better off without ‘em. Even if we could get rid of ‘em all and resettle, the fleet would just crush us. Things would be a lot more borin’ anyway.”
“And you’d have fewer easy dinners.” It drawled.
The kelpie’s tail flicked.
“Well, ya.” They said, puzzled. “I know you don’ like it, but that’s how things are sometimes. Some of us eat ‘em. Hell, sometimes they eat each other. You don’ eat, you wouldn’ get it.”
It hissed in displeasure, ears flattening as its hair fluffed out.
“You don’t have to eat them! You’re not undead. At least they have an excuse. You do it because you can’t be bothered to plan your life so you don’t have to resort to murder to feed yourself!”
Róisín scratched her neck, clearly unbothered by its words as it clenched its freckled fists.
“C’n we agree to disagree? Cause this ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“No.” It said tightly. “We can’t.”
It turned to leave.
The kelpie stretched out an arm, clearly intending to put a hand on the artifice’s shoulder, then dropped it.
Arty paused.
“What would it take for you to never eat a troll again?”
Róisín blinked.
“Uh. I dunno. T’always have enough free food around? Most of it belongs to ‘em and ya gotta pay. Can’ even take sheep and stuff no more without someone shootin’ ya. Can’t eat someone’s lusus without pissin’ em off so bad they wanna kill ya for it. Then the monster hunters come, an’ th’empire, an -“
It sighed deeply, two fingers pressed to its forehead.
“All right, I get it. I suppose those are fair points. And a commentary on how much the imperials have messed things up.” It mutters. “No matter what I do, I can’t fix what they’ve done…not that I was ever supposed to. I was only meant to protect one city.”
It sighed deeply and wearily. “Never mind. I can see this is more complex than I realized. But can’t fae raise your own food? You have realms of your own, yes?”
“Well, ya.” Róisín said, still puzzled. “But I spend most of m’time on Alternia, an’ I can’t just hop back and forth like a flea. I gotta find a gate, and s’gotta be for the right court. Why d’ya think we had to come all this way? S’not as easy as it used t’be. We gotta be careful, of trolls an’ of other courts. We ain’t all buddies, y’know, any more than every troll gets along.”
It shut its eyes for a moment.
It didn’t regret preparing its plan. Something had to be done.
But if it had known all this before…
“Why spend time on Alternia, then?” It said shortly.
Róisín snorted. “Cause the fae realms are only so big…? Even workin’ together, we ain’t powerful enough to make anythin’ like a whole region. Shit, I’d be bored to death if I stayed there. Wanderin’ is way better.”
Its ears flicked up and down.
“Why should we hafta be cooped up when trolls get a whole planet an’ more, huh?” They continued, shaking their head. “Tha’s not fair.”
“Neither is eating them.” It muttered. “How would you like it if trolls came and started eating fae?”
Róisín laughed.
“Shit, they’ve done it before. They used t’hunt us, y’know. Y’think no one’s ever wondered what kelpie meat tastes like? C’n hardly blame ‘em, I look delicious.” She said, hands on her hips as she chuckled.
Arty shook its head.
“You sound almost proud of that.”
“Why not? I’sa compliment.”
“I wouldn’t want anyone to think of consuming me in any way.” It said with a sniff.
There was a pause.
“Then why d’ya look like a pretty twink as a troll?” Róisín said, genuinely puzzled.
It put both hands over its face.
“It wasn’t intentional…” It groaned, voice muffled by its fingers as Róisín cracked up.
“Yer so innocent.” He remarked, deeply amused. “Or d’ya really not see things like we do?”
It blinked, dropping its hands and putting a finger to its chin as it tilted its head.
“Of course I don’t.” It retorted, tone more puzzled than annoyed. “A lot of your faces look alike to me. In your case, your size and way of speaking help me distinguish you. And your hair and ears.”
“Hehe.” Said the kelpie, clearly pleased by the list of traits. “Like what ya see?”
“I don’t care.” Stated Arty bluntly as Róisín pouted.
“Ya don’t always not care, though. I bet ya’d get real flustered if yer crush got up close to ya.”
It paused.
“Knew it.” Said the fae with a smug smirk.
“You’re not right for the reasons you think.” It retorted, arms crossed.
The kelpie sat down on her big bed and patted the spot next to her.
“Come explain t’me, then.”
It took a few steps toward the bed, then stopped.
“I…” it said, then paused. “It’s not how trolls or fae or other fully organic beings feel attracted to one another. At least, not quite the same…”
It clasped its hands in front of it, ears lowered.
“I am light, here, in my most basic form.” It murmured. “Before I was this, I was connected to everything. Now it’s so much dimmer…so much weaker, unless I sacrifice myself for someone else, for a brief moment…but I can still see it, somewhat, the rest of my light. It runs through everything.”
It sighed with longing.
“She shines, you know. The leaping electricity in her body, her connections to other trolls, to her hive, her lusus, her magic…she’s so full of possibilities. She’s so herself…so beautiful in her myriad of what she has been, is, and could be…”
It shook its head, laughing a little helplessly.
“I shouldn’t love! I should never love. It shouldn’t be possible. It doesn’t make sense. But I can’t - stop. I can only hope it fades…that I never offend or disturb her…”
The artifice trailed off, shaking its head.
“I look away. I ignore things for their privacy, I make myself forget, and I try not to stare at them. I know they wouldn’t like it if I looked at them too much, no one would.”
It hugged itself, ears flattened.
“Maybe that will be enough. Maybe she won’t hate me if she ever finds out.”
It shut its eyes.
“But I wouldn’t blame her if she did.”
It heard Róisín get off the bed and walk toward it. It didn’t move. It smelled and felt him stand near it, very close.
“Do y’want a hug?” She asked, very gently.
Arty leaned forward into the kelpie’s soft, wide belly and went limp, allowing him to support it with his thick, hairy arms around its body.
It felt…nice.
It shouldn’t. The artifice knew it shouldn’t indulge itself. The rest of the plan was working; this didn’t need to be a part of it.
On the other hand, maybe it could turn this to its advantage.
It withdrew, and Róisín let it go, and it drew the domino they’d given it out of its sylladex.
The kelpie looked at it blankly.
“What’re ya holdin’ there? Yer hand is shaped like ya got somethin’ pinched in it, but I can’ see shit.”
Its eyebrows raised.
“Huh. So even though you gave this to me, you can’t see it now? Is that the enchantment?”
“Oh, th’domino.” Róisín laughed, realizing what was happening. “Ya, I’m not great with magic, but I c’n do little spells. That one’s not visible to anyone ‘cept the person who has it til they point it out. Great fer winnin’ games.”
“Interesting.” Arty mused, and put it away again.
It walked back a few steps, ears flicking.
“I’ll let you get back to sleep.”
Róisín waved at it, watching the artifice leave and close the door behind it.
He sighed as soon as he was sure it was gone.
“Now I gotta deliver you to them…well, no fixin’ that, but I’m not gonna do what they said otherwise. They’re on their damn own.” She said with a chuckle.
Then her expression fell again.
Sure, it was dangerous. Dangerous as hell and twice as strange, but shit, hardly the only thing out there like that.
It wasn’t right, what they wanted to do to it. She wished she hadn’t told them a damn thing.
She wished she hadn’t followed their damn orders like she always damn did even though she’d left to get away from that shit.
It was in their blood, that was the thing. They’d always followed their kings, queens, and lieges, just as the lesser nobility’s attendants had always followed them.
There was no harder thing for a fae than ignoring that hierarchy completely.
They were already coming to take it away.
Róisín hung her head.
It was too late. She’d made her choice.
Hadn’t she?
#cloud writes#black mambo#guardian artifice#Róisín perkin#penultimate part. just one more.#the shortest one so far but still almost 2k lmao#technically also an I'm sorry Nyles one but the whole point is that Arty wishes to hide The Weirdness so.#it's doing its best to be good.
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Stay tuned for my response video entitled "I messed up". In it I explain how I never intended to appear anti-leprechaun and am sorry to have let myself and my friends down. Spoiler alert, my entire argument is based on my uncle being a leprechaun entitling me to say whatever.
Was hoping ‘Eye Colour’ was going to be a Turn On/Turn Off option. No, ‘Clothes Colour’ was decided instead. Lord be a rain drop…
#no space for leprechaun hate#cancel changingplumbob#I'm sleep deprived so this is still funny#gif warning
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@ashortdropandasuddenstop continued from here!
A glimmer of green shown Murtogg's eyes. Green with envy? Perhaps. "Ever persistent when it comes to two things. My coins and ... you. Y'know that already." The leprechaun paused to look the vampire over. For many a year had the fairy loved the man, but he might love his gold more. Gold he gave to James, but regardless he wanted them back. As long as the vampire had his gold he technically couldn't harm him. Yet, he could always go back to see the younger lieutenant james norrington again to make him pay for James not giving him his gold back. Harmlessly of course, as even the lieutenant had a piece of his gold.
The leprechaun approached the vampire and got into his personal space, whispering in his ear. "Thought you'd say that." he chuckled. He then flopped himself next to the vampire, green hues starting at him. "I'll give y'one last chance t'change yer mind, sir. I'd hate to mess around with that memory of yers." he warned with a goofy grin plastered on his lips. Yes, he usually was harmless and nice with his magic when it came to Norrington .. but right now ... he wasn't in the mood to be nice.
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100 favorite horror movies PT. 2!!
11. Marv Bozwick- Spiral: From the Book of Saw
He had his entire tongue ripped out right before being absolutely smashed by a subway train. Most of Spirals traps were very memorable and they were done very well.
12. Kate Schmidt- Fear Street Part 1: 1994
I love this movie but hate this death. I only hate it because I loved this character so freaking much. But then she had her head shredded to shit by a bread slicer. I thought it looked freaking cool and extremely painful but I'm really sad she died. But she went out in a really cool way.
13. Gage- Pet Semetary
This death wasn't all that gross and on screen, it's the impact that made it take a place on this list. Gage got ran the fuck over by a semi and he was fucking 2-3 YEARS OLD. HE WAS SO YOUNG. I think this had a huge impact on everyone watching the movie for the first time since it was just so shocking. Can't believe it happened.
14. Carly- Jigsaw
Hate Carly with a passion, but she went out in a really cool way. Face and neck melted by hydrofluric acid. Using acid in a Saw film has only been done twice for a kill I think and they need to use it more! It makes the death really gory and I am a huge fan of that. Like blood was spurting out of everywhere it could when she fell to the barn floor dead.
15. Redman- Seed of Chucky
Forgetable character, unforgettable death. His guts just went splat on the floor when Tiffany sliced open his stomach and you could easily see the steam emitting from it. I thought it was really gross but looked really cool.
16. Georgie- It Chapter One
I specified movie here so y'all would know I was talking about the 2017 movie. You see Pennywise just basically obliterate his arm all in one bite and I love how this one is on screen and how he's able to slowly crawl away with a bloody stump before being drug into the dark abyss of the sewers. Not as shocking as Gage but definitely shocking on how much you see.
17. Biker Guy- Killer Klowns From Outer Space
Dude decided to pick a fight with Shorty, and lost. This one is more comical than anything but it is really well done so it looks good. This is honestly my favorite out of the film (security guy being #2)
18. Ma/Pa Odet- Wrong Turn 2: Dead End
Absolutely smashed to bloody bits by a wood chipper thing. I'm not sure, it's a thing in an old paper mill that smashed them to bloody bits. It was narly as fuck and looked really fucking awesome.
19. Eric Stark- The Rage: Carrie 2
This movie is so damn forgettable. But hopefully some of y'all remember the guy who got spear to his dick. It's comical, not too gross, and honestly more memorable than the entire damn movie.
20. Everyone in Leprechaun Returns
NOT A SINGLE DEATH IN THIS FILM SUCKED. ALL WERE BLOODY, FUN, SAD (Ozzie) AND DIDN'T LOOK LIKE SHIT. I love how everything looked so cool and good, wonderful wonderful movie
#horror movies#leprechaun#wrong turn#carrie#the rage#it chapter one#seed of chucky#comfort movies#saw movies#jigsaw
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I am not high enough for this, and I’m very high
Watching Leprechaun 5: In The Hood. Will report back
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Giving Myself Transitions
Every time I go to the hospital to visit my son I sit in my car for ten minutes before I go in. There is something about taking the time to transition. There is still a ten-minute walk until I get to floor, maybe longer, but there is something about the space I carve out that helps me. By now I am no stranger to visiting the mental health ward. I've learned to navigate the security protocols for the locked wings, and have long become accustomed to making small talk with both wandering patients in various states and the security guards occasionally assigned to them.
I've come to understand that except for a simple twist of fate and the right combination of stressors, any one of us could find ourselves needing this kind of help. It doesn't cost me anything to be kind to someone who needs it. The stigma around mental illness has to go.
Just the same though, I still need those few minutes in my car to collect my thoughts and prepare my heart. I hate having to see my kids go through an episode; I hate seeing them struggle through the depression that follows. It's jarring to try and talk to my son when everything he says circles back to his belief that he's a leprechaun today. And a tobacco barron.
After those visits, I sit in my car and process my feelings again. I don't want to take any more of the heaviness home with me than I need to. I want to leave it all there. It's a different kind of self-care, but it does help.
He's doing better now, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets discharged within the next week. I've missed his company and will be glad to have him present again--in more ways than one.
#bipolar disorder#mental health#mental illness#self care#caregiverlife#caregiver fatigue#hospitalization#psychosis#parenthood#acceptance
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Leprechaun Romance
Welp, I hate to admit it. I'm a cringe degenerate who likes homestuck. But I also hate it! Unsatisying ambiguous conclusions! Wasted character arcs! Bad social commentary! Inconsistency! Overcomplication! But I also can't resist it. So I'm going to do something immensely tumblr right now:
Display my leprechaun romance headcanon!
Okay, I know it was intended as a joke making fun of homestuck's worldbuilding and based on lucky charms and that Hussie himself probably hasn't even come up with an answer, but I don't care. This still seems like something worth examination. And some of it just fits so well that it makes me think there's more to this than meets the eye. so first of all the easy part:
Hearts: confirmed to be equivalent to human love/matespritship. Maybe instead of admiration or pity, it's based on a mutual sense of humor and inside jokes. The dance could be vigorous and passionate, yet gentle and slow, somewhere in between ballroom and tango
Diamonds: diamond symbol therefore its most likely equivalent to troll moiralligence, maybe the diamonds prevent eachother from going too far with pranks and getting too full of themselves in addition to balancing out eachother's tempers. Maybe they use japes, jokes, and chicanery to calm eachother down. The dance could be a sort of mirrored peanuts-esque jig ending in a hug
Now for the hard part:
I feel like we can actually infer a lot of the deeper meanings of the charms via their shape. Think of it. Kismessisitude's symbol, the spade, is an inverted heart. Both it, and auspisticism have those "thorns" at the bottom, maybe indicating negative emotions. The Auspisticism symbol is the same as the Kissmessisitude symbol, except there is a third node (third party) interfering and preventing it from being kissmesitude.
Balloons:
Now in the "inaugural death of Mr. Seven" paradox space comic (which is of course typically of dubious canonicity, however this particular one was written by Hussie himself so the world mechanics and lore must be canon even if these events never happened) crowbar walks into clover and itchy doing a dance (which probably has the same dirty implications that buckets do with trolls, but less traumatic because no one's getting culled):
He mentions that they're all wrong for balloons (indicating he would be open to ballooning around with them but recognizes it wouldn't work out). The balloon symbol has that blackrom thorn, it's based on negative emotions, but it's also rounder, redder, less pointy, more --- jovial. Now my headcanon for balloons. It's like kissmessitude but with pranks. The two balloons are engaged in a constant prank war, egged on by the feelings of annoyance, spite, revenge, schadenfreude, and humiliation, but also a subtle and mutual undercurrent of enjoyment. Where it differs from kissmessitude is it is less of a rivalry, more of a two-sided bullying situation, maybe it's a bit more patronizing, teasing, pitying. Additionally it's a lot more lighthearted, there's a certain understanding that a balloon is all in the name of fun and japes, and like with kissmessitude you never actually want to get rid of the other person, just mess with them. As such, it is inherently a delicate charm; when one balloon takes a prank way too far and seriously hurts the other, it is "popped" and the charm is lost. If one of the members loses interest and stops pranking back, the balloon "floats away". When interpreted like this, it becomes obvious why Clover and Itchy are "all wrong for balloons". Clover is extremely lucky (that's his power) any prank attempted on him would either fail or backfire. He also is very good natured and probably not smart enough to pull off effective pranks. As balloons require effort and humiliation from both sides, it would be impossible to solicit him with the charm. Itchy is very irritable and snarky, he probably would take a prank way too hard and go too far with his own, so while he'd probably get quite into balloons (and would be quite a skilled prankster owing to his experiencing time slower powers), he would be kinda toxic and frequently pop them (maybe pitch is more his speed [get it, speed]). Crowbar, by contrast is very competent, he probably takes immense pleasure in setting up pranks and seeing the payoff. Although he is quite serious, he seems quite interested in this charm, maybe it's the only way he can really let loose and joke around. Shame his team is full of idiots and indelicate brutes. I'd imagine this jig to be slower paced, the two ballooneers approaching eachother reminiscent of west side story, ever so often making lunges forward to get the other to flinch
Horseshoes:
We actually see this charm quite a lot from the infamous hearts, stars, horseshoes trove:
Gross! Clover! get a room!
And here, after Karkat beat him in a fight and hog-tied him. This post:
https://pixie-styx.tumblr.com/post/142497372552/from-clovers-perspective-the-fight-between
from compulsiveAnalyst explains how the fight was interpreted by Clover to be a solicitation/mating dance. Thus being bested in a fight by Karkat was not a faliure of his luck, but rather some good old fashioned horseshoeing which clover was really into
We interpret this trove by seperating its components. Obviously there is an element of hearts (love), and I have a seperate theory for stars that we'll get to later, but there is also an element of domination, of power, of subjugation. Caliborn just conquered a planet, Karkat beat clover's ass, and the horsehoe itself has connotations of kicking, of domestication, of ownership. So it is my interpretation that horseshoes is all kinky dom sub stuff. What I mean by that is that a horseshoe has two distinct roles; the master and servant, the dominant and submissive, the "kicker" and the "kicked", which leads to a sort of asymmetric romance, similar to how the auspistice between the two would-be pitch lovers is the only one who bears the ashen feelings of exasperation and peacekeeping, or how the two moirails take on different roles as the pacifier and the violent, the "kicked" is the only one that bears the horseshoe feelings. I'd imagine the dance to be very fast-past and violent, involving a lot of kicking, starting off like a cancan or prisyada, but with one horseshoer slowly taking the dominant position, culminating with a victorious kick-stomping on the back of the other.
Stars:
Same basis as above. When we seperate love and kinky shit from the hearts stars horsehoe equation, what are we left with? Awe, devotion --- stanning. When someone is faced with a celebrity they deeply admire, they are said to be startstruck (shown in emojis and cartoons as stars in the eyes). Thus stars could represent a sort of celebrity worship of another person but as a form of romance, which again would function asymmetrically. One person in a star relationship idolizes another, puts them on a pedastal, and constantly praises them with a fervor bordering on the religious. The star hearts horseshoe trove is then revealed to be a sort of kinky, subby, romantic relationship, one a loyal servant may feel towards his master, with the master reciprocating the affection with displays of dominance. Which would fill Caliborn perfectly if not for the fact that cherubs are only biologically pre-disposed to feeling kissmessitude and Caliborn regardless is incapable of any sort of compassion or affection.
Alas, we have analyzed every charm that has been mentioned in the story. Everything from here on out will need to be filled in purely by headcanon. So let's take a step back and observe that 9-square chart along with the familiar quadrant diagram
The 2 by 2 column has a specific function, dividing the quadrants based on their properties. concupscient on the left, concilliatory on the right, redrom on top, blackrom on bottom. There is a clear logic here. Thus, there must be some logic behind the way the charms are arranged as well. Well what does our 3 by 3 array look like?
An alignment chart! lawful good to chaotic evil. Using our current datapoints we can get a feel for what "lawful - chaotic" and "good - evil" actually mean. hearts is lawful good, basically what we'd expect. diamonds is true neutral, again --- feels about right. But what about the other ones? balloons is lawful evil, stars is chaotic good, horseshoes is chaotic neutral (which also feels about right). Along the top we have two forms of intense red rom (matespritish hearts and parasocial celeb obsession stars). At the bottom we have what seems like black rom (balloons) and in the middle we have diamonds and horseshoes. Now horseshoes mixes pleasure and pain, submission, fear, and grovelling. It definitely does feel somewhere in between red and black rom, but moirallegence is considered red rom, so then, shouldn't diamonds be in the top row? Wait. Didn't Aranea specifically say that "There is no division 8etween 8lack or red, concupiscent or conciliatory." Maybe instead we have a similar concept of malicious intent behind the charms, with diamonds being understood as a charm somewhat motivated by a sense of duty and social interest instead of pure positive emotions. Maybe leprechuans, being a less violent race, have a different social purpose for their moirallegence; preventing their fellow diamonds from destroying not through just violence, but through reckless, careless abandon. The one who knocks them on the head and tells them to act serious. Maybe the way these species organize their relationships into charts are more of a cultural construct that obfuscates a deeper underlying universal theory of romance... (next post). We're getting off topic here. The point is, in the context of this chart, good=unmalicious, evil=malicious intent, and neutral=mixed emotions. The lawful to chaotic axis may by contrast represent how balanced a relationship (ideally) should be, with reciprocal, balanced hearts and balloons (lawful), diamonds with their two distinct roles but shared emotions (neutral), and asymmetric, one-sided, and somewhat vitrolic stars and horseshoes (chaotic). With this newfound context we can begin tackling moons, shamrocks, rainbows, and pots o' gold.
Moons:
neutral good. It is a form of red rom, solidly based in positive emotions, and as a neutral relationship on the lawful to chaotic axis, it has two distinct roles but the two members share in the emotion and it isn't quite so polarized. Now, when we think of moons in homestuck, there is one thing that should immediately come to mind and a place where this symbol shows up very plainly:
That's right! The moons! Dreamself pajamas! And specifically prospit. Mayhaps some exotic culture has an inverted form of moons, much like how kissmesistude is the inversion of matespritship, that looks like grunkle stan's old hat symbol from gravity falls and is colored derse purple. I think our best angle to analyze this is in the context of the prospit moon, and dreams themselves. Maybe this form of romance consists of an ache directed to another individual, a deep sense of importance and fate that one attaches to another. It could be the feeling of locking eyes with a beautiful stranger on the bus, and then running into them again and again. It is said that moonmates are the key to the other's destiny, the perfect complement, the one who lives in their dreams. Now this feeling is seperated from hearts by subtle nuance. While hearts make the heart ache, and they seek to get as close to eachother as possible, moons could be more like a passive awe and observance of one to another, the sort of awe one might feel at a beautiful sunset redirected to a person. Mystery and secrets are vital to this charm, often riddles and queries are exchanged as a sort of intellectual probing. Indeed mind games are central to this charm as a way of simultaneously trying to get into the other person’s head and preserving that intrigue. Moons frequently acts as eachother's creative muses. They tend to follow cycles of waxing and waning interest with the moongazers switching roles ever so often. They encircle eachother in a delicate dance to try and get the other to reveal their soul and importance. The dance could be a sort of sweeping, encircling motion, similar to a circle dance but only two people, with the feel of a tentative ballroom, mimicking the motions of the planets
TBC
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I thunk my favorite thing that occurs in Dead Poets Society is when Cameron, who brings a ruler to English class, says that Todd "looks like a stiff," like sir, sir are you sure that was Todd you were looking at and not a mirror?
#dead poets society#dps#richard cameron#todd anderson#this is a cameron appreciation space and no hatred for my little leprechaun will be allowed#and absolutely no hate for todd but that goes without saying
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