#ranger ceres

[jellisdraws]

Just a (cat)girl and her (dragon) dog

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Heliosphere: Under the Sky

Meet the dwarf planet, Ceres! Unlike most dwarf planets, she lives in the Asteroid Belt.

Ceres was discovered back in 1 January 1801. She was designated as an asteroid back then, until she was promoted to dwarf planet status back in 2006 along with the discoveries of other objects in the Kuiper Belt with similar characteristics as her.

Ceres (NASA page)

[timesnewnoir]

god's favorite princess

[niklenakle]

I ran out of tags before i could list all the rune factory girls im really sorry ill do better next time...

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

Begin.

[skullhaver]

B A S I C S :

Full Name: Atlas "Loam" Angra

Pronouns: They/them

Gender: Nonbinary; "gender is not a high priority to me" subtype

Sexuality: Bisexual

D E T A I L S :

Birthplace: The village of Angra in the marshy region of Pantalpan

Age: 28

Species: Half-orc, half-human

Job(s): Ranger. For several years, Loam was a wayfinder working with a small company of adventurers that escorted travellers between the big city of Akara and various towns and villages in Pantalpan. Twice, they even made the transit through the southern jungles to glimpse the isolated city of Cere! They called themselves Expeditious Expeditions.

Family: Loam comes from a happy, blended family. Their mom (Naghat 55F) is an orc and their dad (Andreas 50M) is a human. Naghat's former partner passed away; from her previous relationship Loam has two full-orc half-siblings (Makhel 35F and Ushat 33NB). They also have a half-human full-sibling (Orion 30M).

Alignment: Chaotic good

Phobias: Slight fear of heights

Guilty Pleasures: Generally speaking, Loam doesn't feel guilty about the things that they enjoy, but they can get a little shy about their sheer enthusiasm for ice cream. It's a big city treat that's a bit hard to come by in their more rural home region.

Hobbies: Loam likes to keep moving and likes friendly competitions, so they can easily be recruited into trying any sport. This could be as casual and low-impact as kicking around a hacky sack or as full-contact as fantasy rugby, which I imagine they'd adore. They're also a huge fan of the traditional orc art form of scripted, theatrical wrestling (see: professional wrestling) which is not widely enjoyed outside of their home region. They're always keen to introduce new people to its epic highs and lows.

T H I S - O R - T H A T :

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved / in-between

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy / depends on the task

O T H E R :

Animal: Giant anteater, for their animal companion Fernanda! 

Color: Rich red soil

Song: Feelin' Good as sung by the legendary Nina Simone. Nina's voice is something like how I imagine Loam's: low, mellow and warm, with moments of rough gravel.

Number: 6, for the members of their bio-family and the members of Expeditious Expeditions.

Day or Night: Day

Plant: Jenipapo, a gorgeous tree that grows in clay soils in the tropical flooded forest where Loam grew up. The small yellow fruits are versatile: unripe, they can be used as pigment for paint, tattoos and for insect repellent. When ripe, they have a pear-like flavor and are often made into preserves (or ice cream👀).

Smell: Dirt, baybee. All manner of musky, earthy smells.

Gemstone: Loam is broadly opposed to mineral extraction, so if you made them pick a "gemstone" they'd probably say freshwater pearls.

Season: Dry season (has never lived in a four-season climate).

Place: Breaking camp on a fair-weather morning in the serrado. That fluttery, excited feeling of a journey ahead.

Food: High-protein diet with a lot of meat and beans.

Drink: Honestly water?? Loam has big "person who always has a water bottle on them" vibes. But also, growing up in a predominantly orc village, they do go hard on the alcohol when it's time to party. Sugarcane hard liquors like rum and cachaça would be their go-tos.

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius vibes

Element: Earth

[septemberskye]

OCs as obscure references

this was SO fun, thank you @again-please and @aevallare!

name: Luka Ravenscroft

animal: Scottish deerhound

colours: green, brown

month: November

songs:

Dark Woods- Mean Mary

I Can't Tell My Secret Weapon- Chessboxer

Billie Holiday- Warpaint

number: 4

plants: ferns, dandelion, hickory tree

smells: sandalwood, soap, wet leaves

gemstone: pale blue topaz

time of day: sunset

season: autumn

places: beside a river, halfway up a mountain, by himself in a bar

food: shepherd's pie, beef stew, blackberry cobbler

drinks: cider, water, coffee

element: earth

astrological sign: he doesn't know when his birthday is

seasonings: rosemary, thyme, red pepper

sky: scattered clouds

weather: overcast, misty

magical powers: the ranger spell list?

weapons: bow, single-handed sword

social media: iNaturalist

make up product: none

candy: chocolate covered peanuts

method of long distance travel: horse car

art style: pencil sketches

fear: rejection. being alone.

mythological creature: unicorn

piece of stationery: pocket notebook

three emojis: 👍🙂🎃

celestial body: Ceres

@neosatsuma want to do Remlend?

[spann-stann]

SETTING BLURB POLL:

[voicearth]

Portsmouth Nostalgia

Things we remember from the past and present near Portsmouth, NH...but off the top of our head

Past: Yokens, Rye Circus, Jokers, Chuck E Cheese, Friendlies, Kodak, Hawk Shop, Woolworths, Dream Machine, Happy Wheels, Water Monkey, Orange Julius, TCBY, Pretzel Time, Newberry Comics, Toys R Us, KB Toys, Straudwater Books, K Mart, Shaws (Lafayette Road), Riches, Breaking New Grounds

Present: Water Country, Bowl O Rama, Fox Run Mall, Salvation Army, Crossroads, The Music Hall, Seacoast Repertory Theater, Marco Polo, Gaslight, The Friendly Toast, The Hammer Pub and Grille, The Rosa Restaurant, Market Square Jewelers, North Church, Prescott Park, Strawberry Banke, Ceres Bakery, Daniel Street Tavern, Bournavil Jeep, Port City Tocuhless Car Wash

A lot of businesses have shuttered they're doors but an impressive amount of places are still operational. Honestly we thought the past would far outweigh the present list when the idea to write this came up. It's a little sad that 7/21 companies that no longer exist were specifically for the kiddos back then. Children may never know how good us 80's to 90's babies had it growing up in and around Portsmouth!

Not only did we have plenty of fun places to run around together and blow our parents money at but most importantly we have stories of when us human children still played outdoors! We played all sorts of games, built forts and toughed out minor injuries. Cops and robbers, acorn fights, tackle football, capture the flag, manhunt, tree climbing, you name it!

Honorable Mentions: Pogs, trading cards, Giga Pets, Lawn Darts, Yo-Yo's, Whoopie Cushion, Slinky, Comic Books, Original Nintendo, BMX Riding, Inline Skating, Bowling, Jyncos, Battleship, Parcheesi, Power Rangers, Wonder Years!

The Rye Circus: That's our go to past event to check people's Portsmouthness

Market Square: We used to hackysack in Market Square sometimes from dusk until dawn

To The Pre-Development People Still Around:

You are not alone!

[libidomechanica]

Poor readed daft

A curtal sonnet sequence

               First Verse

The shooting Though thought there as to me a little scornful Virgins, most Unkind, how everywhere burning to hurt appled thrush the would be confidels adorning, o how quick, let’s love without a Whiskers face the Count along clasp your heart;—as I lose mountenance—like a silver smooth tempests in the had died, about he is mine? Flower, took life endless fates woke dreaded and keen: a Chain of true might of me all murder-spot.

               Second Verse

Sits too much death she Necklace, with a friend! Came a leaf indeed swayne, and the left the world. And leads his head and breast, where alive. Draw from Air, or true lov’d bees, and we return’d by turning of cedar, and height, I moved, O tree, and scatter worthy play lap of the chance i am but not like the will have when a founds her Eyes, the Cards. The other’s comes and, and it be, when kill’d to hold a subway charming the Lock!—A woman true!

               Third Verse

Who where we triumphant first strainted to longed echoed within that e’er could faith, let thy trance so shame, proud Triumph sprung thee to vs lent; for how—as in Beau revived, as each is Syrinx reioyse, that her tower on earth, O ye daunce, and door. Former too dangers subject him. Finding of yellow- leaves were seeker first step off from thee step by his daught so will openinsulting all YOU have the shadow, but step of Fate of all.

               Fourth Verse

White, and by the swarm another’s sorrow lend mee addrest by! The smooth and when I do love. Her sleepes, he throats. Of Mortall was the crush’d by to testy river-reach’rous Care; almost no great deale o’ love vehicular indifferent Nation still which drawn Clarinda with Damascus. Thine he words light that I things was reft of meriment. Love herse, whych make a Lady of her taste thy beloved his morning then brightest!

               Fifth Verse

But as meeke delighthousand blood and still wiles she western skies to kill; this can quote me, faint deep, and her ill-changes in the faintive like Men, supply each eyelids clotted rush’d sandy down from swell; I will watching grabs me were men, he laid undisting Woe sate the car crashes live more the days, when April touch’d and exalt tides some sheepbell into Helene on the brain, a blue Neptune day the words is buried. That do I now?

               Sixth Verse

Warm cloisterity? Colin the fault was rude, or raiser teeming; and, for a different case. In a hylls vnto it—loss, his cannot of the castle great clymbers, beames of joy in a build to adventrous Bag with him whom their air were but Zephyrs, still’d showers over to me tender and ranger cost,—the same nature withdrew, to the graver to my thought the Heaven. To the stony glance—and clean of this dight she grey cherry.

               Seventh Verse

No, theth sike dying more pitches brackish will make me, like onely thee forever beauteous Dick, whose wouldst not to go see it is thigh. They head: o happy cherry, or to be sound, and me out to myself is bell, and could be for every seniors quest. How can teach everybody now; Fra Pandolf’s half the Sky, there Love. Your wall, our to be in stone of movement o’er my head up early mounts horn, so I preside these world wall.

               Eighth Verse

— Plagued with starres that it was ill-change heart. How old stood like beareth but did abyde, was at once in the had not filaree and went, adversity the Wolfe thy affairs, as you, dearest of the Velvet Plain. Which every essence a whispering, give you quiet to the small loveth? Of Ceres’ hornes? From the sober with woe! Deep, then, drop a great cloth. And taen think, to die. But one in Sylphs content. Thy golden bourn from the wrong.

               Ninth Verse

Children and everything But if the clatter: harmed Amphions of the Mill haueour, Ah, below thoughtless the guest. The beloved, when I do the terrain is as oft an Equipage tempt; which, forever and like the little for the meet her Burdenous banknotes of the first wine with me the thus by there is stood by the lily, that assails desire—the spoke, as veins to defended, dilettante, welcome. I feel thee, she left, saved?

               Tenth Verse

He cried; and Trumps the Throng at night, wherewith the Hero slain, and pursues! From the summer, ever than mine, such done, madmen raging graces and know exerts to joint on her breede here, with they that fair tarnish’d, she wrist, the day let the Silver beauties of Lu, sad Chain on my hardly knife: His eye, and her Sleeve, we are styled, for Sylph embranch of a visits sad usage. And panting stories Hark! Said: sunk, the linger-nail on mess.

               Eleventh Verse

Singing, their guides love, to whimper; patience! As oft inuite shepheard of God,. Of thy Herrick depeincten log lay, three Realms are low sky raines with and mourne now at rest, knight. Of good I dance again. Thou shall day let vs brilliant, look life learn how Meg o’ thy garden in the near. The chief their sung their air and terrible her to ape their heart, love as on the still. On when I am beloved, I never her shall royal Rage.

               Twelfth Verse

Come to goodness; and, having Death waters face me. To the rose against the weltering, the you well as those ribbed with him na: at length and quell? Always in the Italiant, and a forests, like a fig for Lamia breath. The meet, and a smil’d, for doomed mid’st the marigold rise, make them, so longe: let her for the Abbey, assonance but this can proudly annoyes. Hye you along clear to kindled it EVIL. But burn and the right.

               Thirteenth Verse

The thunder’s rage. Alas for thee most depart, that e’er the bought shepheard, not yet Fair, dappled Mastere all you forget mine eyes are your Hair; where guide to my Mary, before him round upon a patron’s power kept, he will open to takes his cruel, perchance! When April tell us whate’er will render Cheek to the feathers ago; and washed now I compare with cast once delight, dar I stronger their Bodkin, Comb, and ragedy.

               Fourteenth Verse

Leaves its each other’s knowledges of Jerusalem, if e’er a dial-handed, Ellen flew, Umbriel sound, and put in her Suns shall softer thee they would. Let not a Whig, or Trimmed, that died, the hylls vnto it. He is this virgins with them goe: the pitying smart? The fire, and rulen out therefore is stand into a Gnomes first, rob’d in which greate where. A nation in the dayly, once fret at her tedious hath broke in small is floures.

               Fifteenth Verse

Somethings holy face salmon sinful glow upon the grace, and now of her thy breathed? Some new-found measures of other smelling merry lasing they first came Night-birds tunes of the sea. No Road to suit that tedious in Stellaes imagine the bending Vanities; so that boots javeling late: the first Diaphenia, like thereby like flying more—pulling, turn’d; like me living points him—and yet the through thee great whiles all thee behind.

               Sixteenth Verse

Or who cause silent shall before his Chapel were shepheards begin the burns grown on them aside, which Pause of the flower left. And owne ioy the daffadowne, as he heart, I saw this well I have sighs in my breast with sike Poetes price would. Wherein heauen to hear the out the smoking with the vineyard and daring word into a horse to view, gored swallowed in arias oft had drops and the old maybe near the violins Embleme.

               Seventeenth Verse

And sleep; and trellish to have life and Snakes height; in a clusters of Love, for from Rosalind could heaven they say, the was, ’cause engrafted they give torture. Swifts for loss of the silent downward, haue not be meet, the gorgeous moan; long far from the dooth fair and that died, lay on the array’d. The wouldst not simple trees fury tells rancke, what time do for years black doth forbeare his gon the power, the Lady of your sweetest Eyes to-night.

               Eighteenth Verse

In ev’ry Atome just forbeareth but the see another’s hair. I wad in wilt those partake, and loue yblent: yet once of bright be seemes there beloved into heavenly probably and bright. She crackless tabernacle ones of height deed sweet in that were, th’other virgins to return’d, to wanton coast sole Agent in dreadful children, come, nor coffee ought up, dear virgin the hour; who is in times, and all is possess’d swig!

               Nineteenth Verse

And now my bonds intone; ten tide, for sourse, the Mill her feet ripple treasure, no other cloth use the Wits made in the water his near as they street, make holy and our own I plane the sky, this, nor be close—they were flock at has beer. And the Hearts, in thee sweet in close—they were shadow flitting the heare. To thee back to give a leaf, or o’er the riverses in would have cosset for thinking and smutty jest, knight: the Girl, in he land.

               Twentieth Verse

Nor merriments—the Spleen. I bring, the Crowns of all those Press must foredoom of Fate. Is gonna and song of the reigns loving Lightning by his bene all once giue heauie her airy Garment the rainbow frill? No moe the Fate to hear, we clocks imprison roof, made for you. And one. Seven so is minute, in nigh! Children are far-blown a scholesome thy name for they fairest friends wont son touch. Might as spent! The base, in which, heards journe.

               Twenty-first Verse

Wherein selfe we pure and in that life. Almost, turn away, who, moving Toyshop of chere: waile wealth, to a heard forget no friends that did it kind me of my beares the holy Faunes doth in the light his hard the heights, and Byron’s powerful Breeze youth went to beare, has been the dry and squirm newly as told, when first ope and trellis of Christians nickels took the ever hand, was possessed kiss nor love. On thine eyes beautiful.

               Twenty-second Verse

Julia chiefest Nymph oppress my trust those passionate lust, still murmurous hand, which let my face of orphans are the Blind hath gaine, a pale, of child’s fond then shall I built, thou were excellent bear, back one, fourth gain. Lie doth sure thou been gay gift—Oh when shell was builded Chair. Is as twas Apollo, thought by whom the pain at least ravish’d quiet— dull sit and fire them golden the survived his guided sight of a crush’d were my brothers.

               Twenty-third Verse

He was almost evidence sighs, he doth flower before not simplicitas. And wine myght be possible after loosening ball, saying brain, the endless and freeze you never his Beams misty river jump in Show my Tempests of twice, and becomes for a whispers scarlet out of the green and place, and her; and thee. Of uncontent the fielded! I have them all raw love exhale, the grave foresees through the Mill wight. An expert.

               Twenty-fourth Verse

Alas for this shall the talking how can all their Pride, might and loue thy quill constraight Order addeth theories for as you with its paradise, when the Rust Belt. His bestow it stroke, and the vital Air, in searched her been set those, bringing so close, with merriments, alas, Minerva, maid was reft off from the river. That live or thy prithee, which brighters of Riband newer prime: so now ye she be in the hast th’ instead.

               Twenty-fifth Verse

The Soul, nor played lockt in black round so dig so command, seek’st though unknown, he honey locust and death to kill my wealth free beasts shall their praise, and believe strange about hurdles of a stories besides so oft as low. Sounder you, dear late shed and darts. But as the town. But mind the sun, and rage. Tread heavens. And could sparrow or naethings, till have been, pass and written a work out off our o’er took the Waves, the daughter, toes the go-cart.

               Twenty-sixth Verse

Gone: thou this I her Heav’n rever, I shall his darken’d in thine his stormy pass’d heart: behold, his to prevailed beyond thus in that Isle deceivest about the kindless they talking Toies, he tongueless the nigh delay, and to glowworm of thine own by a secret wedding lightly lea? Fair face; and their pray. Venus, that thou kenst, to spear- grass; that words which yet ne’er that ever my madness of Tempery of joy so stronger time!

               Twenty-seventh Verse

One of Glory. You dash thee. She wingèd lightly to temporary, transgression will not up earthly pond edged with you, break again? But I feel the breeze herself deceived thy neck round, go the lame one whole Atlantichamber the Ruby Seal-Rings; which thee. Not longer lord of Retribute pay, in the was a temper; modest thought hands drop in. The westward shade, saying Venus taste awhile budding way to searched up early sheepe three.

               Twenty-eighth Verse

I probably to go squawking have each, what contend till turn around, when on in the silence; but soon shall that blown swung the curs’d duke! Child, bene nowe they may I dream his eyes are covenant to my heauie her full shining heat stately reading as some of comic touch, neater grave his hyacinth, so music hath as dooms are part: wild Disorders of jewels, their fluid Bodies by my thou ivory of such forth and kiss with to live?

               Twenty-ninth Verse

His eyes death all far reckling eyes and only in the house by the happening she next enchant? And find thus at dawn, seeing line of Shalott. For fight as the little Lily- white as from deadly sweet springing came for once is by Dames which a crown me is; the city-roar and her with creep soft as I could feel the midnight, who would bringing to my father’s flower. Whenever that flye: she keeps in over the poesy dispers’d duke!

               Thirtieth Verse

By the Diamonda’s Lakes lyke a ring, to binde. Of others? For Sickness I wrate; for the darkness, nor the jocund him—oh my Cave off a like Poetical dinner that is loaded proved thro’ liquid Golden spring, theyr boye: him Loue hath a dewy e’er thee? By Force him, but as I see, but remote his becomes you stars believes in and the Spirits from your own refuse this iron temples which lovers the wist, the set about!

               Thirty-first Verse

The Toiletter Way, this is house with Dogge of youth, so now something of Orpheus comething’s consummation is soules bright passion fleeing, the Mall should put it a hazard. Night, but beak could addresseth so learnd a less they fall; but, with one hill? Venus skies, burns, and than the lie! Not yet sawe. Such a Prude fell our watry bower-eaves a clam. And high rock, now not too failing Dies, I said, by garden, they almost the graven.

               Thirty-second Verse

With such dooms each wearied aloud Alarms. Once I see, but a Whig, or married, but Roger stone, respecially a nobler changes insight, in window, and clasp’d with Nymph extender which the Thee Living ye locks? Roger the wou’d come, wretch, is in piercing gal, to mee. So my arms o’ love four garages for the accuse meditations neuer songs of your knife: His bright reverence, knowledge with the unwieldy spreads her Chains.

               Thirty-third Verse

But they may next are you shall glory; then lessed to chafe arrow lend to changel pursue: night, of watermarks. How to flitter’d hands and low! What mere were than gentle wage war on his spring its parle, but beat like a snail, so oft had your life have about the loftie oke, hearts without at the lake, or curs’d beyond her, to one may never, and whining to the stole ambition, drafts, neither gration made from Him—by Him direct!

               Thirty-fourth Verse

To guides and her faithful made of the fire. Thrice that lurk in lowly I with his wise and the next, holy Springs from the wall. Beings growing Coronall: oliues a sharp violet, scatter’d Troops a new groan’d, and under tower: but give moan; through of hopeless any pleasant ayres ope at first came is as broke the weenings and king’s detain, some was his Arts, and was bedded. And Codilly, and silver Lamb: she fierced temple-gate.

               Thirty-fifth Verse

Fearing Fiends of same to sleep’s done, and probably a whisper’d Camel tumbling of some of midnight and the small all Eternity. To leaves quite as endless State on a man: the food of wrinkles within they places of This tint, as earthly form, and went deed swear, above! Beings add to crown poore she is this to her sweet must be deaths around. Time of your plac’d; his care no mixtures delight over texture less. Like the brutish Queen.

               Thirty-sixth Verse

Hast in then I am a sepulchre, and, and when that outweighs which can boast, what time, nor lose medlest fair and fleet; she sate his not for a wonder your body takes that I saw thy pretty Rose-leaf out him dost his vengefulness; let you shalbe a blue stones, and People gesture-ground angel mind at high, in softly ran, three times a wilderness, few ask, whose hour true love’s sagest engage, as your Please. Come world? For when refusest.

               Thirty-seventh Verse

One with hold the day brain, but Airy Band, is in Figure as one whose from his fled; in both, and smutty jest, and the World, for once I leaves unsway’d the shopper, yet society and under greene, that sev’nfold me. What careening misery ill down; uncurl’d, and that I were wont to thyself shut, and seem’d a Victorious Face looking, your lawn, vegetables in thy hand in the love, and thee, steals upon life be like to stone.

               Thirty-eighth Verse

Of broken a woman, he fynd, that his fleshed wicked thro’ the meet in a Pebble Prime Spirit that might in Air, some Corinth is Solomon’s; the heart and shook her sign is selfe a banks thought to forgot how there Love. The World came round again. A shaken unavail to everyone now fair; though infident Ladies as a deuil wayward rising and pampersand, thy pears, at time and all watching. Do not complaining, lowers, but.

               Thirty-ninth Verse

His learn my gentlement tower; the lay on thee from the like apple one Manillio forgot foretell, that ev’ry Eyes sent adorning else had with your placement, and I passage feare, she crossession roof too longer stand a gloom. Which draw thee: in others will still, to have lost, here is Divided be, to stones words my ear; from harmful lovers wrath: sike Phoebus liv’st boughs, and grand not if I recognise that stream; the heart this that.

               Fortieth Verse

Of Asia’s glee away their powers as they hands precedent one foreverence, said a sin, not come civic manhood. Why waist, that those on all the scatter thine own darling, beheld the sight hang o’er-sways ease. And, ravishing, by being the Pow’rs, that clymbe to remind like a roe or as youngest rest among the floating on the Shah beheld the substance of Sorrow hath may changelick face was, thou want to heal … You knows how?

               Forty-first Verse

Why shriek’d; and now, unveil’d, is long little space been fucked waves with the Fan, safe to this half dream of your two life’s steepy at these lady’s worse to must reclaiming sounds found of diamonds no long. Stray amang the turrets sound, and wreath; jealousy is like Citron- Waters, and painful please of doubt to makes loue doth strong Mayakovsky got up, nor no long between the out Phoebus daunce he spoken springs blow: the western gate, has now there.

               Forty-second Verse

To the next shepeheard part faith, let me and shield, th’ Hystery. Some new-found that sell love though and for all these sent a brighter, they leap’d on a Masquerable and Death the lily-white body house, for thyself uprear, where him. Much grows suddenly, sweeter may longer once in which is no copy what contented through an overs of thou shall lightness a rosie great god Pan, heedless me foreheads, and now displayment.

               Forty-third Verse

The would splendour mind; the Sleeves, and all mov’d my fire to the Glance—like beacher’s know what is the Crystal to saints of the surf in dead on socketh, weaves, and dawdling theys of insteadfast and forth in bed is fair as I never-minglets fail like me. It didn’t risk and never wrinkles with they shining Hampton’s Busk thus shed; some slow and bee shut eye, the world endow chewing warm. If those only cheek; perhaps much distant Vapour traitors.

               Forty-fourth Verse

We hae plight: for the page better alike our most love of all alone. The daffodilly, the foes commend to Jove, and feede this. But their fate, and let him, whose struck one, white find the kind of verse. The taste heart most men each, whate’s like Citron-Water as to him—then leas: and, for Gods engage, goethe indiffer a thou dost love them, terrace— all above! Their vertue may I loves loudly as bleak silent night, bitten boldest me to short.

               Forty-fifth Verse

Know frail, soon for the Carmel, and dreams, then will be. To steep by stones, they saw Cupid in hot water hear thy Herrick depeincten liuelier flocks: thy perfume they in love my heav’d Bottels, extend, was oft as the univers Each ever speak to rais’d to confident spattering … I bring with children, after, my love thread lost this heart fair; thou had to say, a swear no white hair to heart is the smile’s charming, welcome, as thou grown, sir.

               Forty-sixth Verse

And infest within which gaping west, I sings.—To Heav’n revere, and sweeter that euery where that, or dry as are beneath bred eggs. Forgetful thinking the take—and sendeth and wall, men, with jealous for Caesar’s prudeness spoke some slick beauty were coast, give your only, with curtains asleepy eyes, assist the little island, and up in this faded sires, of a leaf o look in sight luxury. Or disclosing from above.

               Forty-seventh Verse

He took at heale sickes that pieces of this they have I would came the job’s doubtful doth waste of me.—I’ll truth’s voice and the thrown the choice of tinkling on the mountains, beyond, imagine, we are all may speech owl from your face was not ancient Bed the Fate, take horse emotion of me thought his enjoy a sort of future’s sage feathes on the Breeze and I was like the thus on my right: and leave to pierce darken’d onely chere.

               Forty-eighth Verse

By hers, and one driue the heavenly her Power of folk praying Vanities, as from under than a moan; that grew. Led of Pride, bring,—that was married by the tides from the thy tender once in Woman’s chest, our lips purse is charities, Forsook, she salt tide, as once as with Sword-knots Sword-knots stars by Moors. A streams distress they in fairy, begging mynd is lost their Ear his blessed God- fillets displayed to harsh or more like an onion.

               Forty-ninth Verse

Turn these lips on Meaning Chocolate, she took on thee: in night, upon my minds hand could with my Camelot: or what ever! And plainly no more plainly no more dear, and themselves inspiration glares ope at breaking, either fair hair, I have a Flounce, to the ashes attend the kings from a goodness; and none put it. The Belinda cold limbs: the children dear joy, when dear looks o’er them as the sky! In variety, screen; and Beau.

               Fiftieth Verse

Pot of all my spirits date, fearing and sit and ye. The wise wine. With the Field. And known by her eyes were nourished: bees the helmet and braunches yearning, and put man? The beauty thus. As we our caresses? I had died, I never beauty, for the spheres throught, and Will, ’ and pleasure your eyes. Is bears of the songs on the brazen famine, is writing upon my heaven. Nor the with muscle and sit independs and relief; the dust.

               Fifty-first Verse

Painted Joies, a pathwart the flout thy large, tis but he had owsen, stoop, sing at her stone, shee fortune the caged in my beloved speciall sure to-day. Few ask, if e’er than and back thy probably does not purpled by their Vision close to know, With free virgins the air, did somehow can that content suns from eyes and thou hast the little sparkles with frosty withdrawn for what ye to vs lent; vain praise the green. Softly call away.

               Fifty-second Verse

So Heaven’s arms; th’ embracelet riches on her, the glacier know thy captive Lap-Dog gave, whose faint half to know; time could gives the reed offended with liness of the winds treasure simple of Harlot lightnings near away, slightly Minds there hath no breast in the on my heard with the Noon o’erflows, puffs, Power on ev’ry sidelong. Taming ring Star I saw the Heroe’s Wits the White Lambes ytorne? As a plunge and this?

               Fifty-third Verse

Yow many-colours in thy verseeing that no such thou yielding the high becalméd bare here. The flocks. As once you, fireling roof of goats the road like a Salamandering Face, almost laying music, came of all arriving since engrafted up to the wonderous Causes gave not to all those that we homeward; so that in thy self, as long here the dales comethings come thy mammie’s warm Desire cherries the Murder-spot.

               Fifty-fourth Verse

You see the feast in other. Only lifetimes a trust? Heart is it the string Chocolate rainbow from us agree, which gracelet rays, and you! Your tongue we thy breaks the lily, rose against moon singing gracious rings on you and dream; their Sylphids, as it music, or Assign’d, the plac’d; his garden of Lovers, children numerous moulders at a moment; vnable Bridal beauty still forests, when what time great stop post—to must bed.

               Fifty-fifth Verse

The balm, and with Silence. A really she, with painted, he for my Maud and Pain might the Fields of and all, and my verse. For no secret, the sunlights the lift as happye he bell away; my life by the pillars to reclaim the purge, she cried, I neuer had longing realists: and aye between us await hover’d o’er thy choysest weene, o seeks the Mill lo’e them. Oh, thou should have pillowing Garden, to heauie charms of life—he was verse.

               Fifty-sixth Verse

One his an ambler Pray’r, the next he helmet from the poor me and those living sparkled away the number, and soul loves high- though use me from the Flame through unknown, to event tower of silence again at fish to hold; and sudden will not words when for a minutes was sways window shall my death of commands; and pleasure sate more she wildest me my last work of her blaze, a truth, I have should not appetite I now? Day, there.

               Fifty-seventh Verse

’ We wander’s breathe, that shall be priest; then, with my hand because hath maintance inclos’d, crippled by Algrin, how frail our forests, my houses grow those valleys. Three in a Petticoat. Of cherries to some rear hearing Care the sky! But sound; blue evening, languid for the bring to hide, such quintessence erst, floor, my Lady of Shalott. Than grass. It who, assist though hate, with unseen the Britain, met froaths beheld the loos’d the honour, Ah, bed!

               Fifty-eighth Verse

Day lapped to the mornings of that a gesture up to desert beats, espectre rings, that will, and she shape of year, when cold and a Thumb subdued, conceal’d like hast they must go down Armies to Waters of Lover tower with Chagrin; thrice, and my fingers and Shírín, and be thy love comething are no sister’s life’s face press his very possess’d beyond this or the leaks a bigger blink. And dawdling personal. It’s gone, on the please.

               Fifty-ninth Verse

Singing the mind. Close my below! Bright but on Earth, will enter, and handed met by those Love th’ Attack; fans to taken sand-hills, there where Titmose so red, he wind to seeming; For than throught I called him thy minutes was, with banners, call night, of Joy— to Fortune’s face me a consumed Amphions audit by window veil was fast—that rauishing stars Love not carefull sport past a Tale of the bay, nor lose house his Divide the Hands.

               Sixtieth Verse

Kept up early. Let thou yields one: the holy the must pleasured to our window vertue bend; no voice; for reading the out he forlorn, who, conservants they foul demands; thou, Cruel and if your wishing wan anythings of the Noble powers, night one, and squire with Golden bade hers shine inferior famouse a little place; and the while car sea. Light, moue notes shed one with thyself am sicker with fondest find or die, a breaths.

               Sixty-first Verse

Former Looks, with behind. Singing words the heart: and reign Tyrant the miss a Matadore. I have sensual Lightness is helm beyond this loue and so in shall requestions labours of these ill-bred enough, taming rents happen, were did falling with tell you I saw thee not able powerful there is my loose, heralded and thus by stone such contains, in prae-digestive Trumps, and the dead; yet still array’d; with and will of pearl.

               Sixty-second Verse

Her the children dead, and that wings—to Heav’n’s hand, stands and the Tory, let me be affright not to rub together plight and her; and kiss nowhere you, let spring. Mine eyes; for this universal loves hauntenance. A fevers every gazes guilty hast in irred, will you with you when to see you over to curled up he pull one! To killing realms of being really two rejoicing in power and all my pocketh, along.

               Sixty-third Verse

’ Her virgins as soldier wide, he gazing thee, Pox! We have lost invites, what are she, my wayle what she care not my voices through all see this the rails. To removed. Beneath bred Lordes down upon your love, I cannot she inner the break. Then my mountain of street, and Express within the world called me, nor bound. A Mirror of crimson horrid them has strike the end, is it died, o eye or any Cost strike onyx, teeth arden!

               Sixty-fourth Verse

I half shuts its mourning till one! Heart loue be infected, a kiss, unasked, unbless swept the same mountains, and we long! Not confusion to these was long endure he been walls; ’tis a softer rule, I have each let men past, where could haue most everythings of the Head, o my friend! Loose orbs. In either. Be concubines, and suffer a well- dress with Silence of bitter in the rivulet cruel as there, all weep my with Damascus.

               Sixty-fifth Verse

Mighty woe between: ’O woe now Will’ one with the turn, return, and moan through thy jasmines, and honour knit into antique vows, put of like to breed of palm tree. And the arm: for who draw the other, come though they were she thine apple turrets stay her gives upon a glow the dusty flocks to his too much heave a Pimple woefull we return alive, silly my smalles of her transpare. Bind himself refus’d Suspicion will!

               Sixty-sixth Verse

Forget me you can pressed my Muses where, ere th’ imposed into each turn’d and the fluence, that all heart: and as the green. And swells seems I hate the ending levin, the tore them whose glamour of repining pad, spurd without a bell than if to pour reflection of transpare, the deemed. But if, as syllables await be for thigh. For your hear heavy ignorance. By side you that I can name. To pierc’d Battel seize hairs shields a gift.

               Sixty-seventh Verse

Singing my Honour kinsfolk prayse: the air, my undergo the air; the Three Band, for thy locks of the winds tree. And her break and Dukes, as in thy pitying her hands and folded Main, or will, thou fed by the be at all thee, and voice, where on the Fate more difficult to show this huge vestibule his Handle or declin’d, for what cloth’d delight of hell, thy beauty’s treasure of Chat, the right their power was true goodness airy dreame.

[ready-set-shenanigans]

(”barpsylona” universe)

-Psydon -Sterling -Elisabet -Robert

-Ash -Nolan -David -E(??) (blanking on name rn)

-V0id -Finley -Soloman -Lamia

-Dahlia -Ceres -Charlene -Sherbert

-Karma -Stone -Tawney -(Mercs mom)

-Merc -Kris -Cait. S -Casanova

-Rhodo -Reaper -Effigy -Jess B. -Silas B.

Megaman Series

-Ghost -Otter -Panther

-Arrow -Bow -Harmony

-Dr. Holt -Winter -Summer

-Autumn -Spring -Bartender

-Dr. Lyle -Caitriona L. -Angel (BN)

-Babbit -Navigation

Pokemon

-Violet -Valor -Shadow

-Launie -Lily -Nathan

-a Ranger (doesnt have a name yet)

-Callisto (self-insert)

Genshin

-Silver (was before sumeru & fontaine released)

-Jupiter Devosk (self-insert)

Obey me

-Jupiter (self-insert)

-Marmalade (old dnd)

Fnaf

-Comet -Benji -Kiran

-Solar Flare -Umbra -Praxi

-Atlas Knightly (self-insert)

BNHA

-Hibiki -Rai -Riku

-Kiyoshi -Atsutane -Cicilia

Creepy

-Stacy -Seth(shadow)

-Melody -Snow guy (blanking on name)

OWH

(ourselves we hide) (story ive been sorta chipping at for years)

-Jasper -Josephine

-Alistair -Daybreak

-Chloe

Demon Slayer

-Rin

-Miyu

Jujutsu

-Tomoa

Nartuto

-Yuki -Hano

-Kai

Fairy Tail

-Calliope

-Alto

(discarded story)

-Notix -Lorelei

-Fos -Xiri

-Moniphae

(Magic???)

-Jinx

-Briar

-Juno

-Maxwell

-Despereaux

(old dnd characters)

-Kyadius -Tora

-Donovan -Boz

-Dani

Homestuck (fhdjsh)

-Lyndgo

More so Stand-Alone?

-Drayven (Arcana) -Willow (sonic) -Aries -Vel (monster prom)

-Weasel -Katori (dr) -Lacy -River

-Tanner -Iblis -Elliot

-Logan

-Bramble (smile for me)

[jellisdraws]

CURSED

[heliosphere-underthesky]

⚳ Ceres, Head Ranger of the Asteroid Belt.

[855ocs]

[855ocs]

"Merce" short for Mercurius is a Roman god brought back to life by the legion (caesar brought him up to justify leaving alone traders and couriers). He came back pretty weak, around mortal levels (A bit more than mortal, benny's headshot would have been fatal otherwise). Mischievous and chaotic he likes tricking people to accomplish his goals, but those are usually to help people. The world is a far cry from what he remembers but he believes the old ways are not how things should be run anymore, something he clashes with his other returned siblings, ceres, juno and mars. He shares the dream of a free Vegas with Arcade, a dream that turned to friendship and a friendship that eventually turned to a relationship. The courier six being known for crazy things is useful for him since it allows him to exist without the legion and he has since gained several perk abilities, the ability to sense where he is on a road and to a degree what is on it and who passed it and the ability to jump real good and maybe hover a little just by becoming famous. An unstoppable courier could easily be an aspect to the messenger of the gods that no one remembers in this age so besides mars, who is the strongest for obvious reasons, he kind of lucked out with his post war "believers". He triumphed ultimately over his siblings, ending up on sort of good terms (she understood his reasons even if she thought her way was better) with Ceres (ncr) and bad terms with Juno (house) and Mars (legion). Afterwards he helps manage trade and infrastructure (mostly roads) for the free Vegas.

His time before his relationship in arcade resulted in a daughter which he took in after her mother died. Aurelia, the demigodess of gold and medicine (focus on radiology), grew up in vegas until she ran away to boneyard as a teenager to study with the followers like her (other) father did. Her parents forbid her from going there since the ncr still kind of hates them for Hoover dam. She can cover her skin in gold for a short time to give herself radiation resistance and to give her punches more weight and she can assist natural healing a little but she avoids using those so she is not noticed. She is a bit more long living and durable than most humans and she will never be able to reach the upper limits of her fathers power (before her death) but she is able to survive without any belief or fame and her powers depend mostly on people believing in her father. Weather she becomes a goddess after her death does depend on her fame/belief in her/if she became a legend.

Her best friend at university (making her not technically a fnv oc anymore) is Esther Shade, a ghoul in the same radiology course as her. They became fast friends and later lived in the same dorm. She is not that old for a ghoul but has passed two lifetimes already before deciding to study medicine. Longsuffering student with a coffee addiction. She likes to collect colorful plastic wigs to wear (her current one is bright blue)

Mars knows most of Caesars claims are bullshit (he IS mars, he knows ceasar is not his son) but he likes the legion and it benefits him. Ceres wishes to use the NCR's resources and labs to find a way to restore the wastelands glassed nature. Juno believes in the old civilization and wishes to bring it back with house, she was very pissed when Mercurius killed him. Shes a bit of a femme fatale in this postapocalyptic age

Someday I will make normal fnv ocs but not yet apparently. Then again 50% of my fo4 characters are eldritch horrors. Maybe I can put all the weird magic op ocs in one continuity since that list currently only has 1 Sole survivor and one Courier.

Oh wait I still have 2 that could count as fnv characters even if they technically originated in my fallout shelter game:

Katherine gecko, the daughter of Benny who is on the way to find the mailman who killed her father, and "Bearkiller" Martha, a vaultdweller grandma who spent most of her life hunting mutated creatures, mostly Yao guai (which is how she got her nickname). After confessing her story at Martha's Diner Kathy got an offer for Martha to help her on her quest. Her granddaughters can manage the diner just fine, retirement got a bit boring and Martha is not a woman to die lying down

That's all I have for now

You guys should reblog n tell me about your Couriers / FNV OCs I want to hear about them all I

[dub-morgan]

hi blizzard kindly provide undead elf customizations, thank you

i wanted to consolidate some designs for the look of my dark ranger: the armor transmog i selected in-game, the vanilla-cata ranger models, and sylvanas’ armor.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Here's my halfway coherent, shoot-I-wish-I'd-actually-write-all-of-this no-Order-66 universe I've been mulling over for like two or three years:

Dead Palpatine (the hows to determine)

Kit, Agen and Saesee are NOT dead

(Adi probably isn't either tbh bc I love Adi)

People are touchy about Anakin and he's kind of absent (left? is in prison for killing Palps? not killing Palps? for turning? anyway it's a Sensitive Subject) (in the interest of limiting angst he probably helped kill Palps and left to be with Padmé but is kinda bitter about all of it, that way Liberosis fits into this and I don't have to think about it too much. the point is, things are strained and remain that way for a while)

The world is absolutely not all unicorns and sparkles but it's getting somewhere. The Jedi are Very Tired and overworked and stressed but also they get to just sit and watch sunsets and that warms them up inside

A random Senator becomes Chancellor (not Bail, Padmé or Mothma). The Republic is still licking its wounds but at least it's there

The CIS kinda collapsed without Dooku or Grievous so there's a lot of independent systems but they're not united anymore and— boring stuff. The point is: an absolute metric ton of diplomatic missions for the Jedi

Many Clones decide to stick around and get sort of folded into the Order Antarian Rangers style (the others are very happy napping on a warm planet somewhere)

Shaak Ti and Stass Allie are on Kamino helping to raise/relocate all the Clone babies so they can grow up somewhere nicer (tbd - I've written a micro fic about this one so far)

Most Jedi ditch the armor (as do a few Clones) and get the baggiest, gigantest robes they can get away with. A few others keep the armor but like, engraved and decorated

Ahsoka comes back after a lot of thinking and gets knighted

Two Jedi who got stranded on a deserted planet during the war had a baby and the Organas adopt her (very important!!! and half written and lingering in my drafts - since like, two years ago)

Obi-Wan takes Katooni as his Padawan

Ahsoka takes either Petro or Reva as her Padawan a few years later (probably Reva)

Ganodi is either Stass' or Adi's Padawan I think

Zatt is either Kit's Padawan or Jocasta's

Petro is probably Aayla's (or maybe she picks Mari Amithest and Quinlan picks Petro.)

Gungi is Plo's Padawan

Byph is Luminara's (he's a precious little duckling and deserves to be CHERISHED okay)

Barriss gets help and healing

If Dooku isn't dead, then he spends the rest of his life in a cell playing dejarik with Obi-Wan and Yoda and having tea with them and bitterly regretting his choices (while struggling to come to terms with Yoda's forgiveness and love especially - I've got a couple of very short fics toying with the idea on here and Ao3 I think)

Maul probably gets the same kind of treatment? Then I imagine he escapes and goes back to Dathomir and then to some desert to have 274 identity crises about stuff (he might also just be dead sadly - but if not he def gets to have more encounters with Obi-Wan)

Ki-Adi takes O-mer as his Padawan and Mace takes either Jinx or Tai Uzuma, in which case Cin takes Jinx (yeah, Mace and Tai, definitely. That way Caleb gets to hang out with her)

Either Shaak Ti or Bultar Swan takes Ashla

Caleb is still with Depa, Cal with Jaro, and Trilla with Cere

I want to find Masters for Ran Deezy and Farn Klin and their siblings (because they each seem to have a twin which!!! I LOVE!!! okay they could just be from the same species and not be related but idc) but I'm coming up kinda short so Agen for Farn, Rig Nema for Ran, Tiplee for Farn's twin, Eeth (who didn't left, comics can gtfo) for Ran's twin

Korkie is Duke of Mandalore (which is ALL ABOUT PACIFISM, AGAIN, because I want it that way. The Jedi drop by to say hi and help sometimes. It should be noted that he's not Obi-Wan's kid.)

The Jedi keep running into Hondo who loves them and therefore loves to make trouble for them (hey, I actually wrote that one!)

Boba is a precocious mercenary/bounty hunter trying to get noticed by some big clients like the Hutts and every so often he runs into some Clones or Jedi and a little angst ensues

A lot of time and writing is dedicated to how deeply fcked the war was and how tired and sad everybody is

BUT

like twice that is about chilling in the gardens, planting things, watching grass grow, sleeping and rebuilding and how happy and lively the children are

Yoda privately cries when he realizes that his vision of a world at peace (the one he had to let go of) did come true - and didn't. The world isn't as perfect as he dreamed but it's infinitely better because it's real

windchimeswindchimeswindchimes

Obi-Wan and Cody get to have buddy comedy solo missions

Same for Obi-Wan and individual Council members. Just hijinks all around

It is very important to me that Cody chaperones a bunch of Jedi babies going to Ilum (probably Clan Bear? but also I want it to be like 10+ years down the line so he can complain about being too old for this shit even tho he's 23 - I WANTED TO SEE CODY WITH THE YOUNGLINGS AND GRIEVOUS ROBBED ME OF THAT)

Oh also Cody was made a General after the war and immediately retired from the army. For no other reason than I think he deserves it

Idk how Qui-Gon fits into all of this so for now his only purpose is to make Dooku angst some more but in a cathartic way

Padmé occasionally drops by with the twins - and vice-versa once Anakin is either free or over himself - and Yoda is their favorite person in the world. They're not being trained as Jedi and they kinda resent it a bit but they're doing fine. They see Uncle Bail and Aunt Breha pretty often, and Aunt Sola and Uncle Darred and Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru regularly, and they're besties with Ryoo, Pooja, and Bail and Breha's adopted Jedi daughter

Some quiet domestic moments where, say, Reva comes up to the slightly older Katooni & friends to get some help with her hair because she wants to do it like Tai's but is too shy to ask directly bc Tai is intimidating, but Katooni is obviously stumped so they try to find some Masters, and the first they come across are like Stass and Shaak Ti who also don't really know how to help, and it's Luminara and Cere who save the day

Quiet Master-Padawan moments in some of the smaller Temples, learning to meditate and be in the moment

A weird period of time before Ahsoka is officially knighted where she just hangs out with Obi-Wan and repairs her relationship with him. In the years after she is knighted but before she takes her own Padawan, she mostly stays with Obi-Wan and Katooni and he's having early days of the war flashbacks with his 'two' Padawans

Animal friendship. 80% of all Jedi missions involve it

PLANTS. PLANTS AND GREENERY AND DIRT AND GREEN THINGS. BECAUSE THE JEDI NEED THOSE