#silvercrest

[vadapega]

This LIDL brand drawing tablet sucks, it wiggles all over, can't do a straight line without smoothening being up to 80% at least and it gives up being usable after a minute of of drawing, absolute scam thing I had to put up with 10 years ago.

[recetaspanificadoralidl]

¡Disfruta de un bizcocho casero y delicioso con nuestra receta de bizcocho de manzana en la panificadora Lidl! Fácil de hacer y lleno de sabor. 🍏🍰

[mister-rings]

Volantino LIDL lunedì 2 settembre '24 - SILVERCREST KITCHEN #volantinoli...

[ladylvndr]

Elder Scrolls Online: Isolde Silvercrest

Snow Elf | Ebonheart Pact | Magicka Warden

Isolde’s lineage traces back to a group of proud Snow Elves, who rejected the Dwemer’s offer of asylum, opting for seclusion in a region of Tamriel’s unforgiving wilderness known as the Reach. Generations endured solitude and hardship, hidden from history’s gaze until Isolde’s parents were pursued by the savagery of the Reachmen’s hostility. Desperately wanting their daughter to survive, they entrusted Isolde to the sheltering embrace of a secluded cavern, concealing her amidst the shadows as they departed. Miraculously spared by the whims of chance, Isolde was found and adopted by a young Nord couple who had been sneaking through Reachman territory.

Raised in the warm embrace of her adoptive kin, Isolde discovered they were harboring a dark secret. Generations ago, Isolde’s adoptive family was disgraced by the actions of their ancestor, a once-prominent figure whose heroic deeds had earned them praise and admiration. This ancestor, who had fallen far from grace, grappled with feelings of shame and desperation, yearning to reclaim the fame and glory that had been lost. For this reason, the ancestor sought solace and redemption through the most unlikely of avenues: the Dark Brotherhood. Sworn to shadowy contracts and steeped in the art of assassination, the Dark Brotherhood offered the disgraced hero a chance to find praise and glory in the shadows, away from the judgmental eyes of society.

As the years passed, the stain of disgrace continued to haunt Isolde’s family, shaping their identity and destiny. Raised within the shadowy halls of the Dark Brotherhood, each successive generation came to know only the ways of the assassin, their upbringing steeped in secrecy, violence, and intrigue. Despite their longing for redemption and a return to glory, Isolde’s parents found themselves unable to escape the shadow of their tarnished name.

For Isolde, growing up within the embrace of the Dark Brotherhood was all she knew. Raised amidst whispers of contracts and shadows, she learned to navigate the treacherous world of assassination with a skill and precision beyond her years. Yet, deep within her heart, she harbored a longing for something more.

As Isolde embarks on her own journey, she carries with her the weight of her family's legacy and the echoes of their disgraced past. Driven by a desire to reclaim her family's honor and restore their tarnished name to glory, she sets out to forge her own path, determined to carve a new legacy for herself and her family... no matter the cost.

[starstablegeek]

This is Blake and he lives in the stables at New Hillcrest

You remember this thing?

Im thinking of updating it.

Incase people have moved or more people want to add their ocs here.

I dont have time to do anything untill a month from now so do share a photo of your characters, their name and where they live.

You can also add a comment about how they live or with who.

Edit: I would need new photos. I dont think I can get access to the old file again so will have to start from the beginning with the map. So even if your ocs are already on here, please send new photos.

[greetingfromthedead]

10. Loose Ends

Series: Apple Blossoms

Pairing: Knives x GN!Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Author's Note: A massive thank you to everyone who has shown support for this series! I can't thank you all enough! It truly means the world to me and it's the whole reason I am really inspired to continue with this series. I can't wait to dive into the next arc, I've had ideas for it for a long time now and I am buzzing to put them into words. Still, it will have to wait as it is time for me to give some attention to my other ongoing series, Vash's Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair. So with my focus shifting to that and other personal life things, Apple Blossoms will be on hold for a little while once again, but not to worry, I have every intention of returning thanks to you! Until I'm back with new updates, perhaps my other writing will hold you off.

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Patient after patient after patient shuffled through the clinic. Quite literally, the whole town stopped by to be seen by you and Jenny. A few were healthy; most needed attention. It seemed never ending. From morning to sundown, you spent tending to the people here. From the walk-ins to the ones you took care of the night you arrived in Silvercrest. Not everything went smoothly. While the treatments seem to be effective, more than a few people got the infection again and required you to repeat the cruel procedure. And still there were those who you couldn't save despite your best efforts.

The nightmares have continued too, haunting you every time you close your eyes. Each morning you wake up in a cold sweat having tossed and turned all night. To your relief, you didn't find yourself curled up in Knives's arms a second time, but from the dark shadows under his eyes, it became clear that he didn't sleep much while you battled with the guilt that came with doing what you had to. So when the receptionist told you that a second room became available, you took it without hesitation, hoping that at least Knives would be able to sleep in peace.

The night you did spend beside him, Knives was awake for all of it. He watched you for hours as you turned one way and the other. He watched the furrow of your brow and heard the choked sounds escaping your lungs. More than once he raised his hand to shake you awake, but then pulled back, reminded of the way you looked pressed against his body and the curve of your side under his arm. He doesn't want a repeat of that; he has enough unwelcome thoughts and feelings inside him as is; he doesn't want any more. Yet when he was left alone in the room after you got your own, it felt empty. And while he refused to admit it, it also felt lonely. It was the first time since arriving under your care that he did not hear you in the night. Even in your house, he heard your mattress squeak as you turned, but now he is left in silence.

"I am sorry it has taken me so long," you say as you remove the stitches from Knives's wound. "I should have done this days ago."

"You talk as if I am the neglected one," Knives replies almost coldly.

Ever since waking up in his embrace, Knives has mostly turned back to the same uninterested and distant facade he used to constantly have up. He speaks less, his answers short and lacking emotion. You really thought you had made progress with him, getting him to open up and speaking to you without hesitation. He hasn't put up all of his defenses, remaining somewhat open for a conversation, but it is nothing compared to what he displayed just a few nights ago.

"What are you saying? I have neglected you." you continue as you pull out another thread, "Part of the reason I dragged you along was to take care of you. Instead, I have put you in danger, taking you with me to see infectious people with festering wounds while you are at high risk. It is irresponsible of me. I am sorry."

"You always find something to apologize for. How irritating." Knives says more to himself than to you. This comment takes you by surprise; it is the first time he has complained about anything. Your forceps snag a little bit of skin, pinching Knives on accident, and you hear an ever so slight hiss as he winces.

"Sorry," you mumble, forcing your head back to the task at hand.

"Here you go again." Knives rolls his eyes at you, determined not to study your face and your hunched over posture as you work on his side. "There is always something."

You fall silent, focusing all your attention on his wound that is mostly healed, but compared to all the other cuts and injuries, this one closes slower. It worries you as you smear some ointment on it before covering it with a clean bandage. You hope it will heal soon, so you can stop fretting about it. The bandage is securely stuck to his skin as you run your fingers along the edges of it, making sure the adhesive does its job. Knives sits shirtless on the chair by the window, his eyes fixed on the view outside. He feels your fingers run gently upward from the bandage, along the red angry lines of his scars. You check them one by one, feeling the raised skin under your touch, making sure they are healing properly. Knives senses the tingle of where your fingers have been and the anticipation of where they will go next. You don't cause him pain, but he still feels uncomfortable, exposed, and strangely vulnerable. You lift his arm to check on the cuts there and to make sure the joints work as they should.

"What are you doing?" he asks without turning his head towards you.

"Making sure you've healed up well."

"You haven't been that thorough in a while."

"I should have been," you answer, but as you don't get a reply, it makes it clear he knows you're at least partially lying. "Fine, I am stalling. But that doesn't mean I am not interested in your wellbeing."

"Stalling? Thought you would be running out the first chance you get, just like every morning, neglecting to get enough sleep and food. Just rushing off to fix everybody, whatever it means."

"I want to leave this place. As soon as possible," you admit, "I've been hurrying, both to help these people but also to get everything to a point where Jenny can take over. We need to leave."

"Does it have anything to do with that military police officer? Stephen?" Knives asks, shocking you with the insight.

Stephen arrived shortly after you did with his partner, but while the other man left, Stephen stayed in town. He gave the excuse of being worried since he is almost a local to the area. He kept coming by the clinic and lending a hand wherever he could or you would let him. Every day he returned, talking to you, asking if you would have time for him, each time you brushed him off.

"It has everything to do with him," you sigh, finishing your examination of a scar that runs across his chest, and you look up just as Knives turns to face you. "Listen to me."

Knives is immediately captured by your gaze. Your face is so close to his as you look up at him, your hand still resting on his chest. The same annoying fluttering pit forms in his stomach; part of him wants to pull away, the other one is completely paralyzed by the sight of you.

"He shouldn't be underestimated," you emphasize. "He acts like an ass, but he is actually smarter than he looks. As long as I can excuse hiding our faces, I have hope, but he will get suspicious soon. He will recognize you, and I want to be long gone before he realizes anything of the sort."

"So it's not that you want to leave, but that you want to get me out of his radar," Knives speaks, his eyes slipping over your face, from your eyes to your lips.

"Yes and no. I don't want to put up with him, yet I might make an exception so I could stay and take care of the people here. But I made a promise, and until all your wounds have healed, I will not let you wander off, and I will do what I have to to keep you safe."

"All that for a troublesome promise," he mumbles, more to himself than to you, as he looks into your eyes again. They seem so fearless and so kind. That's not how humans look at him. He remembers enough to know that. "You don't have to keep it."

"I do and I will," you smile and pull back, taking your hand from his chest, where it lingered for too long. "We're almost there. It's just the one that's still left, then you can finally get rid of me."

A horrible thought crosses Knives's mind for just a moment. That singular, unwelcome intrusive thought passes so quickly and is so thoroughly shoved aside that Knives can almost pretend like it was never there. But it was. He doesn't want your time together to end. Quickly he conjures up a hundred excuses to justify that thought in case it does emerge from its banishment. He is just using you: for resources, for knowledge, as a guide, as a potential bargening chip. Everything he can think of to justify that blip of a thought and the stinging feeling in his chest that accompanied it.

"Yes. You can focus all your energy on others without having to worry about how I am doing. You can go your own way and not be kept back," Knives asys, standing up to pull the shirt over his head.

"Well, not quite," you scoff, cleaning up after yourself. "I have grown quite used to your company, and I will continue to worry no matter what. I told you I would."

You did as much as you could. You wrote down treatment plans and recipes for pain medications. You helped to take inventory of the supplies, and you taught Jenny more tricks she might need. Everything you could think of, you passed on to her. She took it well, telling you over and over again that the worst is now over thanks to you.

"I will come back. As soon as possible, I will come and check on everyone. I'm just going to go get some supplies; I am all out of medications," you explain.

"Well, it might take you longer than you think to get those supplies," Marvin chimes in. "The trading routes have dried up; not much is moving along them 'cause the stores are empty. They brought what was left last time around."

"You can stock up on what we have here. It's the least we can offer," Jenny suggests.

"No," you shake your head. "You will need all of it; I can't take it."

"Your best bet is Octovern City. From what I've heard, the newcomers set up their base of operation there. If it is true that they are offering supplies there, you should go stock up. While you're at it, maybe you can get us some of the potent stuff too, just until we get back on our feet. We will fund our share, of course."

You know Marvin is right; your best bet is indeed Octovern now that November has been decimated. But taking Knives any closer to the brunt of Earth's forces and the location that turned out to be humanity's last stand on this planet would be far too risky. But there isn't a better plan you can think of either.

"Yeah, you're probably right," you sigh. "If there's any place to get medical supplies, it's probably there, but it is a long way away. I'll go along the villages; maybe I will get lucky, and there are some traders around that can give me a boost in that regard."

"Maybe you don't have to go all the way to Octovern; perhaps the traders are stocking up there for the journey back." Jenny suggests.

"If that were true, we wouldn't be scrambling for supplies," Marvin explains. "Doesn't mean there aren't traders dealing, just that those are not our guys."

"Yeah. There are always resellers; they just haven't made their way here yet. If I am lucky, I won't have to go all the way to the city; I can return sooner in that case." you contemplate, partially telling the truth but leaving out the part where you're traveling with a wanted criminal.

"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow!" Jenny exclaims sadly, "There is so much more I want to learn from you! And I am so grateful you came!"

"Yeah, I really don't want to think about what would have happened if you didn't arrive so quickly. Thank you. And tell Dave we are grateful for him too." Marvin says with a smile.

"You're welcome! I will be back. I believe in you, Jenny!" you say.

"I promise I will do everything just like you showed me and just like you wrote down! Everyone will be in top shape when you return!" Jenny promises, and you can't help but look at her warmly. You know the people here are in good hands. She is a quick study and takes long strides in her work.

"I wish you the best of luck! I do believe things are looking up, but it is too early to say for sure," you remark, standing up to head out. "Keep up the great work, and I will see you tomorrow. I gotta make sure I have all we need for the road."

You go back to the clinic, only lighting the one oil lamp that you need to shuffle through the supplies to find the bags you brought yourself. The room is quiet, so different now in the dim circle of light compared to the daytime when the suns pour their brilliance in through the windows, the silence replaces the chatter and yelps of pain and surprise. You find the bags you took with you and sort through them, dividing them up into what Jenny might need and the bare minimum you want to keep for yourself to hold you off until you can stock up. Some bandages, suture kits, small vials of strong alcohol, one dose of painkillers, tools, cloth, and cotton. The pile you're willing to leave behind is larger than what you plan on taking with you, compressing the multiple filled bags into just one. You pick out your water skins, filling four of them for the journey ahead and leaving the others. Moving from village to village has its advantages, including not needing to bring too many supplies, counting on the ability to restock on your way.

You're almost ready when you hear the clinic doors open, and you assume it is Jenny or Marvin who followed you, but the heavy boots quickly tip you off. Turning around, you see Stephen's silhouette approaching, with his back straight and chest puffed out in a self assured manner, displaying all of the confidence of a military police officer.

"Good evening, Mousey," he speaks softly, but you hear an edge to his voice.

"Evening, Stephen. How may I help you?" you echo back, staying cordial.

"Why so formal? You act as if we're strangers. You'll hurt my feelings like this," he says more lightly, but you recognize that there is more hiding behind those words. "I am here to ask for you to join me for a drink, like always. You deserve it, and as I hear, you're leaving town tomorrow morning."

Jenny must have told him. She is a chatterbox, and while it usually plays into her strengths, in this situation you wish she would have stayed quiet. Not that she knows that she should; you haven't told her anything that would make her think that.

"Yes, I am needed elsewhere too. I have to pack up my things, so I am sorry, I don't have the time to have a drink with you," you try to brush him off, turning away from him again to collect your things that you plan on taking with you.

Stephen comes closer, standing just a step away from you, and says, "You know I don't like to be told no."

"Yes, that's why we find ourselves in this situation in the first place," you respond firmly, a touch of impatience seeping in.

You feel his hand land on your shoulder as he turns you around. His towering figure takes a step closer, making you press yourself against the edge of the table and tilt your body back. The lamplight casts long shadows on his face, emphasizing the darkness in his eyes.

"How long do you think you can keep avoiding me?" He asks in a low voice. He tilts his head as he leans closer. Your fingers hurt from the force with which you clench the edge of the steel table. His hands hover just over your cheeks, like wishing to cup them in his palms but being unable to follow through.

"You should know," you nearly spit the answer out. "I told you that I don't want anything to do with you anymore the day that I left you. Just leave me alone."

"But I don't want to," he whispers, his eyes looking into you with a fire in them.

"I don't care," you hiss, not looking away from him.

"But you care about everybody else."

"There was a time when I cared about you too."

The clinic doors open again, one side swinging outward with enough force to slam into the wall with a loud crash. It makes Stephen back off. He straightens up, his arms lowering to his sides, but his eyes never leave yours. His lips turn into a tight line, as if holding back a flood of words.

"I guess I can give you a rain check on that drink. I understand that you are busy," he says more gently than before, but you don't believe the tenderness of his tone.

He backs away further before turning away from you, giving you the chance to shift your gaze to the door. A large, broad shouldered figure stands in the doorway, holding open the door. He doesn't say anything, but you recognize him anyway. The sight of Knives ties your stomach into knots; your only hope is that it is too dark for Stephen to see his uncovered face. For good measure, you shift yourself more in front of the oil lamp, and you see how the officer only briefly looks at Knives, probably recognizing him as your so called apprentice but not seeing enough to get suspicious about his true identity. Neither of them says a word as they stare at each other.

As Stephen leaves, a moment of tense silence remains before you finally let out a long, slow breath and relax, leaning against the table not in fear but in relief. With a squeak, the doors of the clinic close, and Knives takes a few steps closer.

"How did you get here?" you finally ask him. "I thought I told you to stay in the inn."

"I did; I was looking at the books when Marvin came in and told me you needed some help." Knives speaks, his voice level and unbothered as usual, but you see his clenched fist and wonder why that is.

You're not sure if Marvin suspected Stephen giving you trouble or if he wanted you to have a hand with packing up. Whatever the reason, you're grateful for Knives's arrival.

"Thank you for coming to help me," you say softly. "I packed up our things. I think we should take them back to the inn, in case someone comes and messes up my system."

You watch as he walks closer. Unlike Stephen, his presence makes you feel safe and glad that he is here. Somehow you get captured by the shadows dancing on his shirt and on his face; you don't move even as he stands before you. His face is the same as usual; it doesn't depict any particular emotion; it seems cold and uninterested, but his blue eyes looking into yours reveal something you haven't noticed before—a hint of something more, a flicker of some sort of emotion. You can't quite put your finger on it, but it's there.

He reaches past you to take the strap of one of the bags; by doing so, he leans closer, and you get a whiff of his familiar scent. His eyes remain on yours, piercing through the silent tension between you. It is a stark contrast to how Stephen made you feel just moments ago. Knives's presence isn't threatening to you; it makes you feel safe, but also something else, a feeling of longing and comfort that you can't quite explain. As he helps you with the bags, you can't help but wonder what goes on inside his head. What does he think, and why did he slam the door the way he did?

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[mysterysoulrider]

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Hii! I got lots of replies to my question as to which server everyone is on so I decided to create a post where it'll be very easy to see who are on the server that you're on.

If you want to be removed, added or have anything changed -> shoot me a message (alts (that you use) are welcome too!)

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[septima-severa]

Chapter 3 excerpt from Thrawn x reader continuation

I'm currently having a field day with a siege of Naporar. The reader of course escapes, but gets separated from their daughter. I have borrowed the character of Sacher from labelma's fic The Foxes Hunt the Hounds that I have enjoyed immensely. She was so kind to inform me that it might as well be canon that Che'ri later joined Ufsa family to work with Samakro.

We are now in the part where Thrawn sent reader away to keep her safe, but he couldn't know that the Chiss space is riddled with Grysks.

I still haven't read the Ascendancy series and I'm regretting it a big time. I'm missing a lot of crucial information, especially when my next stop will be Borika's sky-walker ranch on Ool. Maybe I will fill it in a post-production stage, I don't know.

Just a reminder - regrettably, this fic won't be posted in full for another few months. Bear with me.

If you dared to think that the situation had been really bad planetside, whatever was waiting for you at the orbit sobered you up quickly. “What the actual fuck?!” you exclaimed in Basic, forgetting yourself momentarily. Somehow, you managed making the pilot laugh, nonetheless.

“And here I thought that swearing was only Ivant’s quality. Seems I’ve been wrong about that assumption!” she said cheerfully. Then she went all businesslike again. “I can see the Silvercrest there,” she mumbled more to herself, attempting to hail the ship she pointed out and – presumably – her superior over the communications platform of the corvette. “The cargo is aboard, Admiral,” she said, sending it out as an encrypted message.

You stole a confused glance towards her, interrupted only by a blaring alarm.

Senior Captain Sacher cursed. “Enemy ship approaching!” She immediately punched it, getting out of the way of a large battlecruiser locking on their position. The force of it pushed you both into the seats, and you prayed that Zieykre and Nuru were alright down there. Not hearing any thumping aside from a startled cry coming from downstairs wasn’t very reassuring, either.

“Can we get out of here?”

“They’re running a blockade, so…”

“Can we get out of the gravitational well at least?”

“Not really,” Sacher gritted her teeth, watching the swarm of ships of various sizes blocking your potential escape route. “And we’re not anywhere near to the established hyperspace line.”

“A blind jump, then?”

“Unless you have a navigator hidden somewhere, no.”

“Let me try.”

She fixed you with a stare screaming disbelief. “WHAT? NO! Admiral would kill me if something happened to you!”

“Do you have any other orders than keeping me alive? Because that’s not going to happen if we stay here,” you snapped.

“To save your neck!” she looked exasperated. Staring you down, her eyes looked like throwing daggers at an insubordinate officer – which, admittedly, you kind of were in this situation. “Fine! Just don’t kill us in collision.” She then quickly started giving you a quick course about how to handle the unfamiliar spacecraft. “The sensory deprivation helmet is behind you,” she added as an afterthought.

Instead of losing precious time by reaching for it, you proceeded to execute a microjump, checking the coordinates of your current position on the console. You just wanted to get behind them –

The hyperdrive whined, abused by the command while still under the pull of Naporar. Nevertheless, it obeyed, and in just milliseconds, you reappeared in a safe distance from the blockade. And more importantly – outside of it.

You let out a breath you had been holding.

“Who the fuck are you?” Sacher’s eyes widened in disbelief.

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Oh, fuck the physics.

[rosewinterborn]

5. Does your character have a favourite kind of fruit?

So I'm not 100% sure where my latest draft of Companion is (love that for me) bc this one might *actually* be answered in the text. So on a whim, my answers are:

Shana: spends a lot of time foraging and probably goes in for something like blackberries when they're in season. I feel like she would be fascinated by tropical fruit like mango or papaya.

Qit: as someone who strikes me as a serial snacker, berries again i think. would probably also appreciate a particularly crisp apple.

Ruhul: has not eaten for pleasure in years, only sustenance. Someone get this man some therapy. And maybe a juice box.

Silvercrest: once again, is a dragon. would try just about anything but I think he would get a lot more out of whatever herbivore was eating the fruit than the fruit itself

[argentico-fr]

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[vadapega]

Rummaging through my old room I find this, a traditional flip note of Pantufa the Cat from 2011 or earlier, with rusty staples and, according to the numbers on the corner, missing frames.

For detailed ramblings of hidden memories this unlocked, click for more

I've always wanted to be an animator and, while I didn’t have the software or hardware for digital animation, I wanted to practice is as much as I could. This was the best I could put together at the age of 16.

I would do small scale animations at the edges of notebooks or draft ideas in comic form with notes before I knew what a Storyboard was. Back then I didn't even have a stable internet connection in the first place, this was around the time I had to share a PC with my older brother who would kick me out at any opportunity and hog the PC for the entire day, only letting me on at the last minute, where I would get an earful from my parents and be told to go to bed, it was a nightmare to do anything digitally...

The first drawing tablet I got was considered scrap the moment I got it for Christmas. No screen, wobbly inaccurate pen (can't draw a straight line without it looking like lightning), Silvercrest branded (basically, LIDL), it was as cheap as it could be but it was my introduction to "not using the mouse to draw" which it did not help with as even today revisiting it makes me want to draw with a mouse more.

Things were very strict and if something did what it needed to do, it didn't need to be replaced. "That's what I had been taught"If it ain't broke, don't fix it" was the motto for my family and that mentality stuck to me even to the present day. I still find myself using MSPaint for Pixelart or drawings, as spending for anything greater is hardwired in my brain as "unnecessary" or "wasteful", hell, I wasn't even allowed to spend money outside of school purchases such as at the cafeteria (they had a kickass card charging system which made the school I attended in Germany around 2016-2019 look medieval in comparison which is incredible since Portugal isn't the first thing you think of when it comes to technological advancements), so any money I would get for Christmas or birthdays was practically useless and I never learned to manage income. I would sometimes find my mom take the money off my piggy bank for groceries and other goods when she was running low, she didn't try to lie, she had no reason to.

Anything I can get for free is what I stick by and I'll only spend money if I absolutely have to or, more recently, if it benefited close friends in any way, as I've learned to have no regard for my own well being and should be ashamed for even considering it, others always take priority.

So when it comes to animation today, I have a "yar har" version of Toon Boom Studio 8.0 for bigger things (I've tried OpenToonz but it's very crash happy and I've lost hours of animation with it even with the backup and auto save features on, back in the day I had a a copy of Flash CS4 I grabbed from the school computers that I got to work after some tinkering and a well placed crack) and for Pixelart I just use Windows XP's MSPaint and abuse scroll-wheel and window resizing shenanigans to advance frames. I don't get much time to practice animation and I get easily excited to have a chance at it.

I'm under my own mental shackles at all times and that's not going to change, only further cemented by the elitist mindset the Sonic Hacking community and SRB2 had taught me, a mindset I regret adopting and one I catch myself going back to and feeling ashamed of every now and then, leading only to depressive episodes that are best left for a psychologist to deal with... should I ever find the opportunity to seek one without time and language barrier issues.

As the years go by and I find myself doing or just refining Pixelart than to do animated pieces, I've given up hope in being an animator in the foreseeable future, only dedicating animation to those done in private between friends, never allowing myself to clean up or refining it in any meaningful way unless asked for because I shouldn't. It's why I tend to ask for suggestions or characters to add for animations I plan to do, cause I don't want it to be for me, I want it to be for those I can make happy to see it.

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Before I hit "Post", a reminder that there are people much worse off than I am, these are just memories and 1st world problems and should be nobody's priority. Please support growing young artists and animators, they need it more than some washed up wanna-be animator that is known for nothing else but basic Sonic ROM hacks disguised to look impressive via a coat of MSPaint.

[recetaspanificadoralidl]

¿Buscas una receta fácil y deliciosa para preparar en casa? 😍 Hoy te traigo unos Doowaps Caseros con pepitas de chocolate que no te puedes perder. 🍫✨ Con la ayuda de tu panificadora, estos bollitos esponjosos y llenos de sabor serán el éxito de cualquier merienda o desayuno. Lo mejor es que puedes personalizarlos y hacerlos aún más irresistibles.

Imagina el olor a pan recién hecho y chocolate derritiéndose… ¡una auténtica delicia para los sentidos! 💛 No necesitas ser un experto, solo seguir unos sencillos pasos y disfrutar. ¿Te animas?

[mister-rings]

VOLANTINO LIDL DAL 18 DICEMBRE '23 #volantinolidl #silvercrest #monsieur...

[thegreensteve2]

SilverCrest, Warrior Cat Oc

[windforestsso]

OC map 2024!

It was not long ago since Valedale been updated and it shows. Many OCs have moved there.

I have not included OCs from the old map as I didnt have access to the old file and I dont want to jump between multiple posts to get names and photos because that was just too confusing. I have done a google doc list with the Ocs so next update will be easier. But even if I didnt include OCs from the old post, we went from 73 to 95 Ocs, the population is growing.

I will not update this untill a new area been updated or added. But if anyone sees spell mistakes or wrong infomation given for ocs I can edit that. But I will not fix the map pic.

Address book is under line:

Central Jorvik:

Jorvik city:

Breasha Keane - Somewhere by Leonardos Lottie Emberwoods - Lives in Governors fall, she have no horses. Have a twin in South Hoof, Charlie Mary-Ann - lives close to Leonardos

Crater of Jor:

Alexei Sparrowhawk - lives in the mountain between Wildwoods and Dino Valley Sora Sparrowhawk - Kallter witch in dino valley searching

Firgrove:

Moa Windforest - Hidden shack in the forest  Ryland - lives at the ranger station

Firgrove Village:

Adelaide “Swift” Swiftheart - A kalter from Icengate lives near Firgrove Alexis Carolina Nightjar Elaina Hawkwatcher - Lives with her grandmother Luca Goldstone - Wilderness enthusiast. Big brother to Max in Tailtop village

Starshine Ranch:

Athena Rockstorm - Calamity Claymore - Charlie Emberwoods protoge, soul rider and chaos child. Have a big brother, Kit, in Cape West Fishing Village Daine Dusty Claymore - A retired cowboy. Uncle to Calamity and Kit Claymore Rora Dolphinheart -

Goldenhills Valley:

William Ravenyour - haunts the hayloft on Goldenleaf Stables (belongs to Dakota Ravenyour) Willow Crazytree - (no photo)

Cape West Fishing Village:

Adriana Braveheart Bella Highgirl - Officially owns a house here but has a second home in Avalon’s Meader where she stays under busy soul rider/druid times. Used to hop from hotel to hotel. Cody Hunter Doveshovel - Rents a bed with the Jorvik Fishing Club, but travels frequently for work and soul rider shenanigans. Kit Claymore - A fisherman and Amnesiac. big brother to Calamity in Starshine Ranch

Harvest Counties:

Crescent Moon:

Feya Elfchild - Lives alone

Jarlaheim:

Alyssa Evelyn - Lives close to the rocker hairstyles shop Everlee Songbird - lives with a roommate thats also a member of the keepers Iris- Neightbour to Linda. Frequently visits the family in Cape West Fishing Village Johann - Lives in the northern part of Jarlaheim. Joins Ruth on adventures often Lucy Flowerhill - Lives with Linda Niko Northlight- lives in an apartment Riley Wolfstorm Selena - Lives by the vet Yasmine Westbank -

Jorvik Stables:

Amira Monsave - 19 year old, rents a room. In jorvik to look for Anne Arya Mistwood - 24 year old, works and lives at Baroness’ racetrack but because of renovations she currently lives with their half sister, Shilo, in Jovik Stables Brook - Lives behind the white double doors Monty Lionheart - A fancy lad just vibing Shilo Stormfire - 18 Year old, dorming at the stables during the summer to train and compete with her Lipizzaner, Glory. Currently have her half-sister Arya Mistwood as a roommate

New Hillcrest:

Blake Silvercrest - lives in the stables Lucas Roni - Lives with her two dogs Opal and Potato. She works as a waitress in the local café during the day

Mistfall:

Dundull:

Azalea “Az” - lives around Dundull and work as a ranger Bodhi Applewright - Charlie Emberwoods protoge, soul rider and wanderer. Big brother to Toby in Redwoods Vendela Zoe Silverborn - lives alone

Wildwoods:

Astrid - precise location of home is unknown Heather - Sleeps in the hayloft of the stables in Redwood Point Max Goldstone -Charlies protoge, soul rider & adventurer. Have a big brother, Luca in Firgrove Rachel - Redwood Point Ranger Station Toby Applewrights - A junior ranger. Little brother to Bodhi in Dundull

North of Northern Mountains:

Donna Buttergood

Silverglade:

Alina - lives in the field between Silverglade Manor and Nilmer’s highland

Fort Pinta:

Esther Darkdragon - 26 year old, lives with Svea Darkdragon in an apartment Morgan Saltcrest - Pirate in the sea outside of the Fort Pinta Rose - Svea Darkdragon - 24 year old, lives together with Esther Darkdragon in an apartment

Moorland Stables:

Esther Northberg - lives in the hay loft above the stables Jamie Nightlock - A baby doing his best Kit Applewood -21 year old, lives with Mrs. Holdsworth, thinking of getting a small place in Valedale Montana

Silverglade Manor:

Nahla Wolfwalker - Half kalter on a quest

Silverglade Village:

Adelaide Odenburg - Lives in the pink house in the circle with two others Amelie Emberwoods - Lives at Steves farm as a riding camp instructor. Is cousin to Charlie and Lottie Emberwoods Athena Peacecry - Lives with her parents Aurora Bellavance - rents a room, wants to move to Firgrove or Goldenhills one day Ava - Recently moved to the north side of town, close to the championship Lady - Lives with Big Bonney

South Hoof Peninsula:

Ines - Lives in the cottage south of the Rescue Ranch

South Hoof Rescue Ranch:

Charlie Emberwoods - Work as a rehabilitator, have a twin in Governors fall, Lottie. Juni - travels a lot Vilda Ravenhill - Accidently roommate with Hugh Wynonna - Rents a room

Valedale:

Hollowwoods:

Damian - Lives with his family

Silversong River:

Rowan Riverborn - she a näck chills as a horse and is a danger to children Zelda Krüger - 22 year old, rents a room in Avalon’s Meander

Valedale Village:

Corinne Eaglebridge - Lives alone Evangeline Bitterhouse - A druid in-training. little sister to Genevieve Genevieve Bitterhouse - Charlie Emberwoods Protege, soul rider and a nature witch. Big sister to Evangeline Halo Starborn Joseph - had an apartment in Fort Pinta but let the lease run out Kelly Nightborn Lexa - Moved to Valedale Village after she used to live with her family in Moorland Marie - Lives in a house next door to Avalons Renata Rose Riverlee - Is a Pandorian hunting for someone, lives in valedale when not in Pandoria Sadie Algren - Take cares of horses at the village stables while their owner is away, travels to pandora to study flora and fauna Sora

Homeless:

Alou - contantly traveling with other shopkeepers on the Southern Jorvik event circuit Juli - Either in Pandoria or traveling, he supposed to live in south hoof but wont stay there. Ruth - drifter, can be seen more frequently around Jarlaheim and Greendale

[greetingfromthedead]

6. Desperate Measures

Series: Apple Blossoms

Pairing: Knives x GN!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I am so happy to share some of this story again. My mental health is still not where I want it to be and it causes me to have writer's block. I am not 100% happy with the following chapters, under better circumstances, I could have polished it up more, but it's either sharing what I have now or waiting for who know how long, so I choose to share ❤ I'm back to weekly uploads for chapters 6 - 10 and then I will probably crawl back into a hole for a little while.

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Knives's mind is occupied for the next two days. He keeps quiet, not really answering your occasional lighthearted daunts and ignoring your attempts at conversation. He keeps thinking back to your talk. It unraveled something in his head, and now he is left with two handfuls of threads. He doesn't know how to make sense of it all, but he knows he can't stop thinking about it. From coexistence between humans and other lifeforms to the cruelty of humanity itself. His deep-rooted beliefs and understandings are challenged by your words; they sound vaguely familiar, echoing the sentiments of his brother, Vash. At the same time, you don't completely deny his thoughts either; you don't jump to the defense of your kin, instead accepting the flaws as part of the complex tapestry of the situation. He wonders how you know all of it in the first place; most people don't know the history of their own kind; they lack memories of Earth, barely knowing how they got here at all. He wants to ask but doesn't want to strike up a conversation, and you would probably give him a non-answer like you usually do, speaking words that lose their meaning in Knives's mind.

You see Knives pout for almost two days. He doesn't speak to you, no matter how hard you try. It's always the same thing: he opens up just a touch, then a topic seems to overwhelm him with curiosity, and then he relapses into an impenetrable wall of silence. It is frustrating, but you remind yourself that he has come a long way since not reacting to you at all for weeks, and you try to remain patient and understanding. His expression differs from the usual indifference he tries to portray; instead of only hints of frustration, it is now clear on his face—the furrowed brows and steely gaze as he looks at the endless sand ahead. It's apparent that he is struggling with something much deeper. You want to ask but are afraid of pushing him away by making him feel like you're trying to pry into his mind.

Every time you check on his wounds, you feel his stern gaze on you, watching every move you make, but not lifting a finger to help, not asking about his condition; he just stares coldly, burning a hole into the back of your head. He never breaks his silence and always holds his side after you're done, almost like he is in pain despite the wound looking good and no complaints exiting his mouth.

Lacking the distraction of his words, your mind keeps spiraling with the thoughts of what is waiting for you in Silvercrest. You wish to be there already and not be laying on the hard mat, bundled in the sleeping bag that barely keeps you warm. You close your eyes, hoping for a quick and dreamless sleep, but it escapes you, tormenting you with worry instead. You pull the hood of the sleeping bag over your eyes, hiding from the clear night sky with the bright moons and stars. You toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position as the cold seeps through to your body. After a while, you give up. Your mind might be awake, but your body is tired, so you just lay there, trying to ignore the world and to silence the voices within. After a while of this, you hear the rustling of paper. You didn't hear footsteps, so this must be Knives, but you don't know what he could be doing to produce such a sound. What papers could he be reading? You know you have nothing to hide—no secrets that you keep on paper—so you just let him do what he does while you continue to pretend to be asleep.

The Fall of the Arc! The air on No Man’s Land is thick with speculation and uncertainty following the supposed defeat of the Arc. The details of the final battle remain shrouded in mystery, with conflicting accounts and hazy recollections from those who claim to have witnessed the event. Amidst the chaos, one thing seems clear: Earth’s forces played a pivotal role in the confrontation. These brave soldiers are hailed as heroes, stepping in to protect humanity from the looming threat of the Arc and the mass murderer Millions Knives. Their involvement, though not fully understood, is seen as a decisive factor in the battle’s outcome.

The Battle Eyewitnesses describe a chaotic scene, with the sky ablaze and the ground trembling under the weight of the conflict. However, the specifics of who fought whom and the exact sequence of events remain elusive. Some even question whether Vash the Stampede was truly fighting for humanity or if he had his own hidden agenda, as in the aftermath, both Vash the Stampede and his twin brother, Millions Knives, have vanished without a trace. Their fates are unknown, adding to the air of mystery surrounding the battle. Some believe they perished in the conflict, while others speculate they may still be out there, somewhere in the vast wastelands of No Man’s Land. The Earth's Forces have put out $$60.000.000.000 bounties for both men as they are wanted to stand trial. To claim the reward, the men must be brought in alive, but they are considered to be armed and extremely dangerous.

A Clouded Future As stories of the final battle spread, they are filled with contradictions and unanswered questions. The people of No Man’s Land are left to piece together the fragments of truth, unsure of what to believe. The only certainty is that the shadow of Millions Knives has been lifted, thanks in large part to the heroic efforts of Earth’s forces.

Knives looks at the hurriedly written article. His eyes move over it time and time again. He wishes he could compare the events that truly unfolded to those in the article, but his memory remains hazy. All he remembers of it is a choir of voices. They all speak in his mind all at once, unwilling to shut up, squirming and defying the order to fall in line, yet not fighting against it either. A strange feeling comes with it, like thousands of tiny worms crawling over his skin, under his skin. A body that is not his own. He keeps staring at the dark words on the stained paper, illuminated by the moons. Is this the truth? Knives's eyes trail over to your still body. Why wouldn't you give him up if this is the truth?

He stuffs the papers back into his pocket and lays down. The ground under his back is uneven and rough, the thin mat barely hiding the sharp edges of the stray rocks. He looks up at the sky; it is covered in a blanket of stars, each one twinkling brightly in the darkness, only outshone by the moons. He still remembers the vastness of the universe and what it feels like to travel through it. This was not the destination set by humans, but it is the destination he chose. He did it in hopes of saving his kin. To provide a better life for the Plants, one without humans and their cruelty. If what you said is true, he did the opposite. On a world better suited for humans, perhaps the Plants would lead a better life too.

Knives doesn't sleep much that night, and neither do you, both too stubborn to show it to the other, so you keep pretending.

You stop your bird before you reach the town. You look at the lights shining on a backdrop of twilight, and Knives stops the tomas he rides to turn to you.

"I don't know what's going on there. So we have to be careful," you speak as you get off your ride. "I think it is a bacteria. That's my best guess, but I can't rule anything else out either. You still have the wound on your side; you should be extra careful not to get into contact with anything that's contaminated. For extra safety, keep distance with those who are infected."

You rummage through a saddlebag and pull some pieces of cloth from it, walking over to hand two to Knives.

"Cover your mouth with this. It's better to be safe than sorry, and... so that nobody recognizes you. I don't want you to catch the eye of anyone who would haul you off," you say the last part while looking him square in the eye as you use the cloth as a makeshift mask. "Use the other one to cover your hair."

Knives looks at you as you push the last strands of hair under the cloth, only your eyes peeking out from the gap. He doesn't argue, instead following your instructions with a distant expression on his face.

"Don't stray far from me. If possible, don't speak; you aren't the friendliest of people, and they have enough on their minds already. Let me do the talking; don't let on who you are. Just trust me. Alright?" you instruct. He doesn't nod or say anything, instead turning his face towards your destination. You can see the tension in his jawline as he remains silent. You wonder why that is.

You get back on your tomas and head to the town. It is quiet; no rowdy drunks littering the streets, no lively music floating through the air. Anyone who does move about looks at you quizzically, some even hopefully as they realize who you are.

"Doc!" a man cries out from across the street. He carries a large crate in his arms, leaning it on his belly as he stops.

"Marvin!" you shout back, getting off your ride again to take the bird by the headgear and go closer to the man.

"Boy, is it good to see you!" The man sighs with relief, "I hoped you would make it soon!"

"Tell me what's going on," you speak eagerly with a tone of urgency.

"Follow me; I'm just about to go see the ones in the worst shape. Just got some supplies too from the next town over. Bandages if I'm not mistaken." Marvin says and continues to walk.

You look over your shoulder to see that Knives followed your lead and got off his tomas to walk alongside you.

"How bad is it?" you ask carefully.

"Well, I would tell you the number of graves we've had to dig, but that doesn't say much considering we've had to start burning the bodies instead. Our gravedigger got ill too, and there is nobody left to dig them. The nomads gave us some worm fat; it burns like a charm, but the smell is unbearable." Marvin speaks in a jokey manner, but the sorrow in his voice is unmistakable.

"I'll do what I can, Marvin, but sadly, I don't have much to offer; it's been a while since I last got to get some new supplies."

"Yeah, I can imagine that," the man grumbles. "Ever since November was destroyed, medical supplies have been harder to come by than lost tech. Rumor has it that the newcomers are setting up to start distributing some of that much needed equipment soon, so hopefully things will start looking up for us. But so far they have been just shaking hands with the survivors of the arc business and chasing people they will never catch; I have yet to see a single fancy first aid kit."

Marvin leads you to a tent on the other side of town. Lanterns are placed all around it, casting a warm glow on the desert sand. You tie up your bird on the hitching post of the closest house and watch Knives do the same before following you to the entrance of the tent, which is pulled open by Marvin, who gestures for you to enter.

You duck down and walk in. More lanterns hang above the sleeping mats that cover the floor. A pungent smell of rotting flesh and alcohol stings your nose even through the fabric of your scarf. People lay on the ground, some groaning silently, others completely still. You see the bandages they are wrapped in peeking from underneath blankets, and most people here look half dead already. They are sweaty and grimy, their faces contorted in pain, and their flesh is red and swollen.

"How is Jenny?" you ask as you look for her among the people.

"She's good. She's with the people who we still have hope of helping. She has grown up a lot, and she's putting what you taught her to good use. She's going to make a great doctor one day, but today we are still overjoyed to have you." Marvin answers, and you feel some relief. "Speaking of, who is that guy?"

"Oh?" You look at Marvin and then to Knives, "He is my new apprentice... Dave."

You see the shift in Knives's gaze; he looks disapproving and slightly annoyed, but nobody except you would recognize it looking at his eyes alone.

"One can never have too many knowledgeable people walking around!" The man beside you looks happy and slaps you on the shoulder. "We are grateful for you. Feel free to help yourself to anything here! I'm sure Jenny can tell you more about our supplies; I'll get her for you."

"Thank you, Marvin!" you say with a smile, already eyeing the crates filled with strong alcohol and bandages.

"Sure thing! I'll be back soon! Yell if you need anything!"

As Marvin leaves, you look over the crates. You find some gas burners and mess kits, old bedsheets, actual bandages, a few first aid kits, suture kits, scalpels, medicine, and herbs. You get ready, washing your hands and pulling on gloves as you wait for Jenny to arrive. The teenage girl is happy to see you, but the exhaustion is evident in her eyes, which are the only part visible of her face under the mask.

She fills you in on what she has been trying while you examine the first patient. The wound looks infected and awful, but it's not just a regular infection; the flesh turns necrotic and begins to peel away from the bone. These people are really rotting away. No medicine has helped so far. Jenny has tried many combinations, but nothing makes a difference. Trying to clean the wounds doesn't aid either. Once it is infected, there is no stopping the decay.

"Almost everyone is sick," Jenny speaks with a voice full of sorrow. "If things keep going, there won't be anyone left here in a month. Nobody has gotten better, only worse. I'm worried it's my fault. I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay, Jenny, it's not your fault," you speak to her as you wrap up the wound you were inspecting. "I know you did your best; I only got to teach you the basics, and I can see that you've put it to good use. I'll look over all of these people. You finish up with the others and get some rest. I think I have an idea."

"Thanks, Doc!" Jenny nods, "Thank you for coming."

You watch Jenny leave, and you see Knives standing a few steps away, looking at you with a strange glint in his eyes that you can only guess to be curiosity. You get up and walk over to him.

"I need you to get the medical supplies from the toma. Leave them here and find Marvin; ask where we can stay; I'll pay him; just get us something and then go to sleep. It's been a long day; I can handle it here."

"What's that idea of yours?" He replies, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you. "Why are you sending me away?"

"I'm sending you away because I trust you to handle something that is necessary. And you are still recovering, so I am still your doctor, and I say that you need to rest." you tell him as you push past him to the crates.

"You're avoiding my question," he says accusingly.

"Yes, I am. Because it's potentially cruel, but if what Jenny told me is true, I think I need to take that risk." You avoid looking at him, knowing he already thinks you to be cruel just because you're human.

"You do what you have to," Knives says without a hint of emotion in his voice, and you aren't sure how to take his words. You don't look as he walks out of the tent, but you hear the rustle of fabric as he pushes through the doorway. You wonder if he will actually do as you told him, but decide to take a chance on him.

Looking through the supplies again, you pick up what you think you will need: painkillers, scalpel, alcohol, and bandages. Your eyes trail over to the gas burners and the metal rod next to them, swallowing heavily. With everything ready, you start examining all the people there, one by one, determining who you can help and who you cannot.

You bring the lamp closer, illuminating the oozing wound as you inject anesthetic into its swollen flesh. Marvin walks in, carrying two jugs of water, and he comes closer to your side.

"Is there hope, Doc?" he asks, his voice filled with worry and desperation.

"I don't know, but she is among the ones who might pull through, given that I have the right idea," you answer, picking up the scalpel.

"That's good to hear, but you don't sound overly confident, Doc. I mean no offense."

"That's because I am not, but they have all high fevers, and I don't think they will pull through for many more nights. So I have to try."

"I get it. We won't hold it against you. Or at least we will try not to." He sighs. "Lesley has two kids. Her husband is already buried six feet under. They may not understand, but the rest of us will. Do what you gotta do."

"Could you barter for some worm venom with the nomads?" you ask without looking at him, the weight of their collective hope resting heavy on your shoulders.

"Is it that bad?"

"When diluted, it can become a painkiller. And it's also a kinder way to go than to rot away in agony. It's awful. Maybe I can still help Lesley, but some of them have fist sized holes burrowing into their abdomen; the illness has taken root deep inside of them. All that's left for them is to suffer for the rest of their miserable days."

"I'll see what I can do, Doc." Marvin responds sadly and turns away again, "Dave came to ask about accommodations. Almost all public spaces have been turned into makeshift hospitals, but I did get you a room at the inn down the street. Free of charge."

"Thank you, Marvin!" You pause. "I think you won't want to stick around for the next part, so I'll wait for you to get out of earshot."

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