#sk iris

[sketchcake-ocs]

whiteboard doodles

featuring Seeks(oc by @sarwanoodle)

[thekimspoblog]

The musical is definitely more coherent. But I like the book because it feels like a real person's life story, just set in a fantasy universe. But yeah the ending of the book where Elphaba is isolated in a tower, surrounded by encroaching enemy forces she doesn't have the strength anymore to fight off, haunted by ghosts and half-mad with grief? The ending I had in mind for "Slippin Kimmy" wasn't quite as brutal, but it was in the ballpark.

Still, a pyric victory where fighting the good fight takes everything from you, leaves you traumatized, and history books probably won't even ever thank you for it. That seems fitting.

[when-i-wake-if]

Some quick important information before we get to the ros descriptions!

Firstly I have lovely nicknamed the MCs to differentiate them easily

MC 1 is Dawn and when I mention them I will use Orange colour!

MC 2 is Dusk and their colour is Purple

Secondly, this game is technically a side project to @wanted-game-if and will update in shorter parts but will still probably be as long as my other IF

If you have any questions about the game, MCs or anything really feel free to send asks!!

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Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtle neck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

So this isn't absolutely everything but it is the most prominent thing of their appearances

The synopsis for the story will be coming hopefully by the end of May along with some more technical side I hope for the demo to come out in late August or early September we will see how things go

[riordanverserpdatabase]

heyheyheyyy- is the counselor election still open for some cabins? (can you also link the original post calling for cabin counselors?)

Hello User Anonymous!!!! Yes, it is!!! Our event has been extended until the end of the 25th of August!!! We have recieved zero applications for counselors for the following Cabins:

Cabin 13 - Hades

Cabin 14 - Iris

Cabin 15 - Hypnos

Cabin 18 - Hebe

Cabin 19 - Tyche

Cabin 29 - Thanatos

Cabin 204 - Nyx

Monster Kids Cabin (Since they now have their own list, we want to give the whole group a leader!)

If your cabin is not listed, but also hasn't been announced, that means either the applicants applied for the second deadline, or there was only ONE applicant! In the case of a single applicant, if no other applicants apply, that applicant will be elected Head Counselor at the conclusion of the event!

Head Counselors have already been chosen for the following cabins:

Cabin 1 - Zeus - Finley Zavala

Cabin 3 - Poseidon - SK

Cabin 4 - Demeter - Cocona

Cabin 5 - Ares - Everett

Cabin 7 - Apollo - Kat Carter

Cabin 9 - Hephaestus - Leo Valdez

Cabin 10- Aphrodite - Brooklyn Hayward

Cabin 11 - Hermes - Dean Marks

Cabin 12 - Dionysus - Marjorie Flowers

Thank you to everyone who has participated so far!! Here is the link to the original post if you still want to participate.

NOTE: the requirement for amount of days you post was to encourage more active users to apply, so that there would always be someone to welcome new campers. However, it is not a Hard Line requirement. Feel free to apply no matter how active you are!!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

SK AU Chapter 2 snippet

small snippet for chapter 2:

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As you resume your approach, there is something else you notice about the bot. Its face is designed almost identically to that of the librarian’s—from the circular cheeks to the crescent moon—only with different colors. The crescent moon is a bluish white, and the other half is dark purple. It also has mismatching eyes, the lighter side having a bright blue iris similar to Sun, and the other being a vibrant red. And Sun was the one who recommended you to come here.

That, along with the resemblance, can’t be a coincidence.

“Excuse me.”

You finally make yourself known as you step towards the guard. As you do so, you notice a label on the cap listing the guard’s title as the head. It only looks up from the phone after you speak, its round head clicking with heterochromatic eyes locking onto you.

“I take it you’re the head security guard here?”

The moon-themed bot raises a brow at you, then examines the hat in its pants pocket, appearing to read the label. It looks back at you, staring for a moment before its mouth etches into a toothy smile. 

Once again, just like the librarian.

“I suppose I am,” it—he answers with an amused tone. And in a voice you did not expect. It’s soft, yet raspy and crackly. Practically buzzing like static popping in a stereo speaker. Even while standing in the sun you feel the hairs on your arm raise. The LED eyes look you up and down once more. “And you are…”

[am--f]

Hollis Frampton, "A Stipulation of Terms From Maternal Hopi" (1973/75)

1. [] = The radiance.

2. ]D[]Y[ = Containers to be opened in total darkness.

3. ]PS[]L[ = A drug used by women to dilate the iris of the eye.

4. ]H[]H[]L[ = Epithet of the star ]S[]S[]N[*, used while succulents are in bloom. 

5. ]PT[]Y] = Last light seen by one dying in the fifth duodecad of life.

6. ]XN[ = Heliotrope.

7. ]TL[]D[ = Rotating phosphenes of 6 or 8 arms.

8. ]BN[]T[ = Shadow cast by light of lesser density upon light of greater.

9. ]V[]TR[ = The pineal body; time.

10. ]XR[ = The sensation of sadness at having slept through a shower of meteors.

11. ]MR[][ = The luster of resin from the shrub ]R[]R[, which fascinates male babies.

12. ]NX[]KT[ = The light that congeals about vaguely imagined objects.

13. ]DR[]KL[ = Phosphorescence of one's father, exposed after death.

14. ]SM[]N[ = Fireworks in celebration of afirstborn daughter.

15. ]GN[]T[]N[ = Translucence of human flesh. 

16. ]TM[]X[]T[ = Delight at sensing that one is about to awaken.

17. ]TS[]H[ = Shadow cast by the comet ]XT[ uponthe surface of the sun.

18. ]R[]D[ = An afterimage. **

19. ]D[]DR[ = A white supernova reported by alien traveller.

20. ]K[]SK[ = A cloud; mons Veneris.

21. ][]Z[]S[= Ceremonial lenses, made ofice brought down from the high mountains.

22. ]KD[]X[ = Winter moonlight, refracted by a glass vessel filled with the beverage ]NK[]T[.

23. ]P[]M[]R[ = Changes in daylight initiated by the arrival of a beloved person unrelated to one.

24. ]G[]S[ = Gridded lightning seen by those born blind.

25. ]W[]N[]T[ = An otherwise unexplained fire in a dwelling inhabited only by women.

26. ]G[]GN[ = The sensation of desiring to see the color of one's own urine.

27. ]M[]K[ = Snowblindness.

28. ]H[]R[ = Unexpected delight atseeing something formerly displeasing.

29. ]H[]ST[ = The arc of a rainbow defective in a single hue.

30. ]L[]L[]X[=The fovea of the retina; amnesia.

31. ][]R[ = The sensation of satisfaction at having outstared a baby.

32. ]ST[ = Improvised couplets honoring St. Elmo's Fire.

33. ]V[]D[ = The sensation of indifference to transparency.

34. ]Z[]TS[ = Either ofthe colors brought to mind by the fragrance of plucked ]TR[ ferns.

35. ]X[]H[ = Royal expedition in search of a display of Aurora Borealis.

36. ]T[]K[]N[=Changes in day light that frighten dogs.

37. ]Y[]X[ = The optic chiasmus (Colloq.); abysmal; testicles.

38. ]N[][]T[ = The twenty-four heartbeats before the firstheartbeat ofsunrise.

39. ]F[]X[= A memory of the color violet, reported by those blinded in early infancy.

40. ]T[]Y[]Y[ = The sensation of being scrutinized by a reptile.

41. ]B[]NM[ = Mute.***

42. ]N[]T[]N[ =The sound of air in a cave; areverie lasting less than a lunar month; long dark hair.

43. ]S[]TY[ = The light that moves against the wind.

44. ]B[][ = Changes in one's shadow, after one's lover has departed in anger.

45. ]N[]GR[ = The fish Anableps, that sees in two worlds.

46. ]RZ[]R[ = The sensation of longing for an eclipse of the Moon.

47. ]H[]F[ = Stropharia cubensis.

48. ]S[]LR[ = Familiar objects within the vitreous humor.

49. ]W[]X[][ = A copper mirror that reflects only one's own face.

50. ]MN[]X[ = Temporary visions consequent upon trephining.

51. ]G[][]KR[ = Cataract.

52. ]RNpW[ = Hypnagogues incorporating unfamiliar birds.

53. ]M[]D[ = A dream of seeing through one eye only.

*Probably Fomalhaut (alpha Piscis Australis). **Also used as a classifier of seeds. ***Standing epithet of ancestral deities.

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[justdreamsandmusic]

from reddit

https://www.reddit.com/r/SCP/comments/kff6mm/does_anyone_else_miss_the_old_scp_166/

Sending out a bunch of thoughts here ;I

I'm writing something that I hope people might like, involving this very issue. While agreeing the original writes of 166 were not really sexist so much as slightly misognystic of a writing community, "Dear Epon/nna" according to Djoric & or "Dear Meri"/diana according to Clef (both 1st names a 1st & middle name?) really touched a "Dear 4 Letter Name" myself back in the day so that's at least a starting point & there's so much room with Eponna being a real Celtic'Ghaulish deitess, Dr. Clef being whatever he is with or without the 4231 rewrite & in both the actual writer Clefs headcanon, their wife being named "Lily" (or Lileth? Lilith?) both with SCP 336 & or 4231-"A" & in canon at least what isn't rewritten, Iris Thompson "105" being an SCP that was allowed to be in a Mobile Task Force lead BY an SCP, (if u didn't know about Omega 7, it's Able.) & fanart of 105 & 166 together, let alone people who ship Clef & Kondraki together, throwing Draven into the mix? There's a lot that can be done besides the 0166 rewrite giving Epon or Meri some autonomy yet also having her be if not evil, ruthless?

(It's a headcanon verse where 4231 is definitely Clefs backstory; Wikipedias real scale tenor example being 4321 btw & yet also, they might be a reincarnating being? Clef the writer did mention his character is the Devil yet not in a traditional way. Adam Al Asem or Adam Ben Yawhwh? Adam Ben AlLAN Asem'aeYawh?)

I also find it strange how it went from Epon "needing" to ingest Human semen in the "Teenage Succubi" version to that being replaced yet INSTEAD, she & or they? It (like their father?) can't enjoy smoking because they get ulcers? The Agent Ukulele file mentions under ALT-erations & Talents; "Polymorphic Features." Is it possible Epon ("I'm just a Teenage Gaia-LAN-ETWORK DESIGNED TO DESTROY.") was milking the Foundation for all it was worth & faking not being able to smoke or be around smoke? 

(Would Iris try out bringing cigarettes into Site 19 from MTF-Omega-7 as if there isn’t a chance an Arizona girl wouldn’t smoke, even as a teen? Chances that Epon was possibly jealous of the fact Iris got to join Omega-7?) Wouldn't the GOC & SCPFoundation in a 4231 Universe want to start employing Type Greens, Blues & Yellows instead of Ichabould Campaign genociding them & using them for SRA battery packs? 

Considering "The Jailers" as a term & Ezkett Ligatures (& if Clef is at least by last name, partly Pol-SK-i, I wonder if Lilith was at least partly German? The rewrite 0166 has E/M as Sumerian); - ''SC-HßZ-RA''

[purgetrooper77]

Theme Songs of TBB characters

Hello everyone, since Season 2 is about to end I took the time to gather some songs (with links provided) that I know will fit each character in the list below. Hope y’all enjoy.

Hunter: DIE FOR YOU by Starset [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUTzZGR64mI]

Omega: Solstice by Starset [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OoHYiEyEEQ]

Wrecker: Feel Invincible by Skillet [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkF0duhtNQs]

Tech: Deja Vu by Initial D [https://youtube.com/watch?v=dv13gl0a-FA&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Crosshair: Anthem of the Angels by Breaking Benjamin [https://youtube.com/watch?v=rW8C9j-W8BY&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Phee Genoa: Go for Gold by Autumn King's and The Song House [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFRWtU0OErE]

Mayday: Warriors by Imagine Dragons [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wllpa2JBEmA]

Wilco: Tragic by Silent Theory [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6qXIhSbJ_8]

Howzer: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWr4yjxNKzA]

Hera Syndulla: A New Hope by Broken Iris [https://youtube.com/watch?v=YjNSORpXc4Y&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Echo: I am Machine by Three Days Grace [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4y_InZASsEo]

Rex: The Resistance by Skillet [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCWmHbpD0fE]

Gregor: Almost Easy by Avenged Sevenfold [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwmG9AzIay4]

Zillo Beast Clone: Carnivore by Starset [https://youtube.com/watch?v=LAMiX5EEbFU&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Commander Cody: Can you feel my Heart by BMTH [https://youtube.com/watch?v=rg9wICDu42g&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Ciddarin Scaleback: Don’t Blame me by Taylor Swift [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRJKB291Z1g]

Rampart: Bury a Lie by Rain City Drive [https://youtube.com/watch?v=R6LFd5xk-KM&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Royce Hemlock: Disconnect by Pillar [https://youtube.com/watch?v=l6TecocS_XM&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Nolan: Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin [https://youtube.com/watch?v=IN_FFmeQAC0&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Nala Se: The Scientist by Coldplay [https://youtube.com/watch?v=c1VNAUqwREY&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Fennec Shand: I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjR4KJp9ymE]

Cad Bane: Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi [https://youtube.com/watch?v=xTTZQp5xKyg&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Lama Su: Blood // Water by grandson [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk-U8ruIQyA]

Taun We: Death of Me by Citizen Soldier [https://youtube.com/watch?v=ahMZEFLTm6U&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Scorch: Hades by Falling Giant [https://youtube.com/watch?v=oXEYhurdOhY&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Nova: Let the Fire Rain by Orden Ogan [https://youtube.com/watch?v=9kX8Ob7OfD0&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Wyler: Let it Burn by Red [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcsr1R3nLKw]

Clone X: Believer by Imagine Dragons [https://youtube.com/watch?v=IhP3J0j9JmY&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Mokko: Feed the Demon by Yenne [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaR1g65cjQc]

Tawni Ames: Monster by Starset [https://youtube.com/watch?v=hyfV0GBe18w&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Gungi: No Masters by Bad Wolves [https://youtube.com/watch?v=bGcFm924K6s&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Riyo Chuchi: Salvation by Skillet [https://youtube.com/watch?v=Ran29LfUxp4&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

AZI-3: Machine by Imagine Dragons [https://youtube.com/watch?v=BahtnT13vH8&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

Gonky: Satellite by Starset [https://youtube.com/watch?v=mCbdQNGBw9E&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE]

[runnning-outof-time]

It’s mind-boggling how you manage to make 2.4k words go by like the drop of a hat, Eli.

I feel like I’m becoming a broken record at this point, but this was another beautifully written chapter. The entrance of Polly was so well done - I swear you know these characters better than SK does!! The way she sized (Y/N) up was definitely something she’d do, and then Tommy being stuck in the predicament that Polly caused …. Oh my, how dare he compare (Y/N) to work!!!! I felt bad for her in that moment…she felt that this was different (and maybe it still is) but how dare he diminish her like that.

I was frustrated at him after that part, but then you make him bring her a horse — gah the feeling didn’t persist for long. And I love how haphazard he was with her in his explanation…he truly shows her a side that he shows no one else. And the name Iris is perfect (I also giggled at their back and forth after she said it)

I chose this line: “You have no idea what my life has looked like, and you decide that I’m not good enough just because I can’t always get the words out?” to highlight because it’s one of those lines that was delivered perfectly — she showed that she wasn’t going to be diminished by a woman that barely knew her; that she was more than a first impression. Good for her for standing up for herself. And also it’s so Tommy to do, but I hate how he didn’t take her side and speak for her (but maybe he knew she had it in her)

I’m hooked, Eli….I hope you don’t mind me blowing your notifications up

Work

Part Eleven: You're Like Me

Description: After a miscommunication, Tommy apologizes in the only way he knows how. Warnings: Language, self-hatred, Thomas being inept at communication Word Count: 2439 Tag List: @theshelbyslimited @ttaechi @weaponizedvirtue @majesticcmey @optimisticsandwichgladiator @zablife @princesssterek @mm0thie @callsignvenus @ay0nha @mgdixon @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey @look-at-the-soul @globetrotter28

You are brave. You insist on this in the cab, and you insist on this when you walk up the driveway, and you insist on this when you knock on the door. You have courage. You think this as you settle in the dining room, at the edge of the long wooden table, the high ceiling and portraits and pale yellow lamps and grandfather clock making you small, insignificant. You speak with strength. You tell yourself this as Tommy walks in, checks on you, and all you can do is nod when he asks if you’re ready. You are worthy of him. This one is the hardest for you to master, the hardest for you to hold onto. You remind yourself this as you hear him greet her, hear their footsteps in the hallway.

When she appears in the doorway, all drawn back shoulders, piercing eyes and impeccable fashion, you lose all sense of yourself. You stand and bow your head, as if a queen has appeared in Arrow House, which in a way, she has. Like Tommy’s, her eyes flick over you like a cat watching a bird, that intensity and deep rooted sense of predatory analysis. She walks right up to you, and you resist the urge to step back, to remove yourself from her aura. 

“Polly Gray.” A cigarette dangles from her lips and her outstretched hand is steady, stable, while the one you reach out to shake with shakes slightly. When you don’t respond with your name, her thin smile widens slightly and she tilts her head. “And you are?”

You open your mouth to speak, to give her something, anything, and nothing comes out. Frustrated and embarrassed, you look to Tommy for help, but he gives the slight shake of his head, barely moving it. You’re on your own. 

Polly glances back at him, amusement in her sharp brown eyes. “Does she talk?”

“When she wants to.” His answer is immediate. His gaze flickers between the two of you, so neutral that you can’t read what he thinks, whether there’s shame in those deep blue eyes. Whether he regrets choosing you, out of all the women in Birmingham and England and Warwickshire. 

“Now would certainly be the time.” She looks back at you, expectant. “Have you not got anything to say for yourself?”

You bite your lip, gaze still on the ground beneath you, desperately wanting to speak, to be strong, to be the person you want to become. You know you can, know you’re capable, but your voice gets stuck and your heart freezes and your lungs stop working and suddenly you’re frozen in a panic you feel in your body but not in your mind. 

“I think speaking is a base-level necessity, Thomas.” She turns and starts the long walk out of the room, slowing as she passes him. “You could do better.”

“You don’t even know me.” You step forward, dragging your gaze off the ground to stare at the back of her head. She’s paused, listening as your cracked and clenched voice reaches her. “You have no idea what my life has looked like, and you decide that I’m not good enough just because I can’t always get the words out?”

She chuckles and turns to face you, that reserved smile back on her lips. “That’s more like it.” 

Your brow furrows. “Forgive me if I’m not as thrilled as you are.”

“Tommy told me you’d take some convincing. Worth the work, he said.” She moves back towards you, slow, languid, a panther pacing.

“Did he, now?” You shoot a look at him, and find his eyes away from you. “You planned this, did you?” 

He takes a drag from his cigarette, gaze still pointedly elsewhere. “Had to. Only way to get you talking.” 

“I see.” Your voice grows tight. “Was I all you expected, then, Mrs. Gray? Do I meet your expectations?” 

“It’s Polly.” Her smile stays, almost threatening in its own right, proof that no matter what you say, you will not shake the ground she stands on. “You don’t need to be like that. Tommy’s been needing a good woman on his arm. Glad to see he’s found one, after how the last one worked out.”

You laugh humorlessly. It’s supposed to be a compliment, you know this, but Polly also must know that any intelligent woman wants to be more than an ornament on a man’s arm, a trophy for him to parade. She underestimates you, views you as another pretty face, and you don’t know how to prove her otherwise. She’s not to be taken at face value, either. The Shelby’s, the whole lot of them, hide beneath a facade. Arthur’s is brute strength, John’s is humor, Tommy’s is intensity, and Polly’s is charm. Ada seems to be the only exception. 

“I think I do need to be like that, actually.” You cross your arms, fingers playing at the shirt you wear. “I’m stepping from one dangerous world to another. I’d rather keep my guard up, thanks.” 

“Danger comes from wanting more than what you have.” She glances at Tommy, quick and sweeping. “I doubt you’ll do that.” 

You’re at a loss for words. How do you explain to her that you never had the privilege of wanting more? How do you explain that you’re stuck as a child learning to crawl, and you can’t lift your head to see that others can walk? Her words point towards Tommy but squash you at the same time, making you simple and lesser.

“This is wanting more.” You look down. “This is more than I’ve ever had.” 

Your vulnerability earns you silence. You think that, in their world, no one wants to admit that they’ve been hurt, that they’ve been on the ground looking up at the sky, wishing they could fly like the birds. No one wants to admit that they’re human. And you just did exactly that. After a moment, you look up at them, afraid of what you’ll see but even more afraid of what you might miss. 

Polly’s eyes lock onto Thomas’. Quiet communication flows between them, something so quick that you can’t follow. Within a couple seconds, Tommy gives her a subtle nod, and she sighs. Her eyes shift back to you, searching your face for something. You swallow hard. Keep your head up, your shoulders back. Meet her eyes and let her peer into you. 

“I hope you know what you’re getting into,” she says to you, her tone softer than before, more welcoming. 

“I do.” You think it might be a lie. You think you’re stepping into a storm that you’ve never weathered before, thinking that you can save yourself while battling the wind.  

“And you.” She turns to face Tom again. “I hope you tell her what you’re doing.”

“I do.” His eyes flick to yours, and you immediately look away. You don’t feel warm towards him at the moment, don’t feel like allowing him the privilege of silent connection. 

“Alright.” She smiles faintly at you, then turns to start her walk out of the room. “Then my job here is done. See you at the meeting, Tom.” 

You watch her go, your heart in your throat. You close your eyes and fall into a brief fantasy where everything is simple and everything is good. In this world you aren’t battered or bruised, aren’t scarred or scared, and you’re brave enough to speak without being manipulated to do so. In this world you know that his ‘I do’ was not a lie like yours. In this dream you hold a knife and your hand does not shake when you lift it.

Tommy clears his throat and you open your eyes and the world of your creation disappears, and you’re left with the coldness of the dining room, the emptiness of the fifty seats, all but one unoccupied. You sit back down and place your head in your hands, your elbows on your knees. 

“Thomas,” you say, a little hesitant, a little scared. Now that Polly is gone, now that your own mask has dropped, there’s hollowness to your chest and a strange pulling sensation on your eyes, like you haven’t slept in days. “Am I just… work to you?” 

He stays where he is, leaning against the wall to your right, his suit jacket in one hand and his cigarette in the other. As usual, he seems to be searching for something in your expression, eyes observing the subtle changes in your face like one would study a newly-discovered animal. His jaw works slightly and he looks away. “Sometimes you are. Sometimes you aren’t.” 

You look down at your hands in your lap, your fingers pulling at each other until they hurt, then relaxing. “Oh.”

“Everything’s fucking work.” He gestures vaguely, voice too tense to be calm but too casual to be conflict.

“I’m not supposed to be work,” you say quietly. “I’m not supposed to be part of that.” 

He pauses, dropping his arm with the cigarette to his side and furrowing his brow slightly. He opens his mouth to speak, but you stand and speak before he can. 

“I need to get to the horses. I better go.” You start for the door, half hoping he’ll follow you, try to convince you to stay, but he doesn’t. He stays where he is, watching you go in silence, his brow still furrowed in that strange, almost confused expression. 

You work in the orange hour of the evening, sweating and thirsty and hungry and ignoring all of it. Work, work, work, all of it a reminder that you yourself take up too much energy, that you’re a burden on those around you. You squint in the falling light and convince yourself that the extra liquid in your eyes comes from the dryness of the coming cold. 

You thought that, maybe, he’d tolerate you. That his lying and stealing and cheating and all the crime that creep through his bones would balance you out. That all the pent-up anger and vulnerability and broken promises and the gentleness of your touch would make up for the fact that it was you he was looking at, you he was pursuing. You didn’t want to be saved, you wanted to feel worthy of being saved. 

You’re a chore. You’re work. 

You retire to your house long after the sun has set, wiping the sweat from your brow and skipping the bath to crawl into bed. You don’t close your eyes. Staring out at the stars in the sky, wondering whether you’ll ever be small enough to fit into someone’s life. You’re a broken thing, and yet, you stare out at the sky like you did when you were a child, wanting to touch the stars even if they burned you. 

A few hours later, the clattering of machinery and the steady pound of horse hooves outside your house disturbs your stupor. You sit up in bed, trying to see through the haze of night. Squinting, the shape of a horse-drawn carriage comes vaguely into view. You catapult out of bed, pulling clothes on haphazardly, and your bare feet patter down on the cold wooden floor as you make your way to the kitchen. You unlock a drawer, open it, and pull out a gun, ready to defend yourself, unwilling to be a victim in your own home. 

You rush out into the night, and freezing air hits your face. You’re not dressed for the cold, wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt and pants. You hold the gun up, aiming carefully at the carriage from the doorstep, waiting for someone to draw a bead on. 

“Put the gun down.” Tommy’s voice calls from the carriage. You do as he says, stepping back into your house to place it back in its drawer. When you come back out, your eyes fall on a gleaming white horse, elegant and seemingly glowing in the night. 

“What the fuck?” You step down onto the driveway, slowly approaching Tommy, who holds the horse’s lead rope loosely, allowing him to hold his head up high, staring out into the darkness. 

“You didn’t get a horse from the track.” His quiet, irritatingly calm voice answers your question smoothly. “Figured you could use someone helping you.” 

“Tommy.” Conflicting thoughts bounce through your skull. You don’t want to see him, not after what he said, but he’s brought you a horse all the way from the racetrack, something that usually costs you a few months worth of savings. You open your mouth, then close it and shake your head, not knowing what to say. 

“His track name is ‘Watch Me Forever.’” He reaches out a hand to stroke the stallion’s neck. “Needs a barn name.” 

“This is the gray you liked. The one with the broken leg.”

“Paid to have it fixed. A few months of recovery and he’ll be ready.” 

“Tommy.” You resist the urge to punch his chest. “You can’t just do that!”

“Why not?”

“Now I’m— I’m in debt to you.” You shake your head. “You can’t do this.”

The stallion’s neck arches and he reaches down his soft pink nose to sniff at you, ears forward, eyes soft. Tommy is quiet for a moment, and all that’s heard between you is the warm breath of the horse. 

When he speaks, it’s not the usual, well thought out, precisely planned phrasing. It’s awkward and rambling and, you have to admit, endearing. “Gentling a horse is work. It’s not easy. Teaches you more about yourself than it does about the damn horse. Makes you a better person; more patient, kinder. It’s— It’s work, but if I could choose between that and anything else, I’d choose the horse every fucking time. Does this make any sense?” 

You stare at him, and a weight lifts off of you. “Yes. I think it does.” 

His eyes search your face, soft and beseeching. “You understand me?” 

“Thank you for explaining what you meant, Tom. I forgive you. I—” You hold back the cliches bubbling in your throat, trying to push you to say something too soon, too recklessly. “I understand you.” 

He nods, looking as relieved as you feel. His eyes turn back to the stallion, his posture straightening, his expression moving back to something harsher, more businessman-like.  “What will you call him, then?”

“I think… I think Iris is good.” You stroke his soft nose, looking at his eyes, one blue, one brown

“That’s a woman’s name.” 

“It’s a fucking flower, Tom. Flowers don’t have gender.”

He shrugs. “Iris it is, then. Iris it is.”

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[sketchcake-ocs]

New species + new character!!!

This is Iris, a very silly goober

originally drawn (10/12/2022)

[thekimspoblog]

Fantasy of the Day is the cold-open scene from SK season 1 episode 7.

According to the clock at the bottom of the screen, it's October 28, 2022. About 4 pm. It's one of those pumpkin patches that also does hay rides, corn mazes, hot apple cider, etc. On a small stage, a folk band performs a cover of Voltaire's "Death Death Devil Devil Songs". Jimmy and Kim walk through the fairground with a little brown-haired four year old. Jimmy spies Iris swipe a candy bar from another kid's trick or treat bucket, but he doesn't say anything. They seem happy, but then the music begins to fade out and Kim's smile falters. Across the street, a woman named Mary is watching her. An enemy she assumed was dead.

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[preppytrooper]

Dadah, Taman Bermainku

Di tengah hiruk pikuk teman-teman (yang seharusnya) seangkatan pada posting kebahagiaan mereka pakai toga, dan teman-teman (yang jadi) seangkatan posting "I'm Happy to Share My New Position at...", di sinilah aku, pake piyama, menunggu datangnya hari Senin karena hari Minggu bukan jam kerja, jadi gak mungkin ada email masuk.

Tulisan ini bukan tentang iri dengki atau FOMO ya—walaupun FOMOnya ada sih dikit hehe, dikit doang serius. Cuma agak ketrigger waktu dengerin lagu-lagu yang sering dimainin waktu semester satu kuliah, kayak.. Udah gak mau nyalahin pandemi, tapi dia jadi salah satu alasan kenapa semester satu ke semester enam jadi kerasa cepet banget. Dari yang dulunya kurus banget sekarang jadi double chin mirip Blobby di Hotel Transylvania, tau kan yang mana? Nih, yang ini..

Sama kayak wewangian, lagu juga punya kekuatan menembus otak dan membangkitkan ingatan pada momen dan kejadian tertentu. Yang didengerin lagu-lagu andalan tahun 2019, but my mind suddenly stops earlier, at 2021. Kenapa 2021? Baru juga tahun kemareeen? Ya, karena menurut aku tahun 2019 dan 2021 itu sama, but in different way.

Tahun 2019 itu taman bermain.

Tahun 2021 itu taman bermain dan belajar.

Namanya juga semester satu, euforia 'mahasiswa baru' yang menggebu-gebu. Lingkungan baru, teman-teman baru, kesenangan baru. Seperti mood meter di The Sims, rasanya seneng banget legit 100% ketemu sesuatu yang baru. Mungkin untuk menjelaskan gimana serunya main di taman bermain 2019 waktu itu gak bisa dijelasin semuanya secara gamblang di sini, karena nanti tulisannya berasa kayak karya ilmiah. Pokoknya Hani's living her best life.

Kalau 2021, bukan cuma taman bermain dan belajar doang sebenernya, tapi taman jerawat juga. Iya, muka jerawatanku adalah saksi gimana sibuk dan produktifnya seorang Hani di tahun 2021. Bulan 'gabut'-nya mungkin masih bisa dihitung pakai jari, tapi satu tangan aja. Sisanya bulan-bulan yang menguras energi, pikiran, emosi, dan dompet. Totalnya ada 11 projek dan 1 magang ceriwis, bonus kuliah 40+ sks.

Pada intinya, aku bersyukur karena pernah memilih untuk berada di taman bermain lebih lama. Untuk tidak memikirkan perihal berhenti bermain dan belajar di taman bermain lebih dulu. Untuk tidak melihat orang lain, tetapi melihat diri sendiri. Dan untuk pergi dari taman bermain ketika memang sudah saatnya.

You'll be missed like foreva, taman bermainku. Sekarang saatnya aku melanglangbuana demi sebongkah 3 sks.

[meowmeowjestie]

Sen (@stepswordsen)

I’m Stepswordsen! Call me Sen! I'm a bi ace Vietnamese hobbyist artist. My pronouns are She/They and They/Them. I don’t mind any pronouns, but I prefer She/They (alternating pronouns), or They/Them, most.

@stepswordsen​​ is my main art account!

@meowmeowjestie​​ is my side rambles and reblog account!

Favourite Characters:

Hibari Kyouya (KHR)

Ashiya Douman (FGO)

Xanxus (KHR)

Idate (WATGBS AU)

Judar (Magi)

My wifey wife faves:

Sessyoin Kiara (FGO)

Nguyễn Selena (Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên) (KHR OC)

Tatsumiya (WATGBS AU)

Fujimaru Ritsuka (Guda) (FGO)

My top main faves are all very important and personal characters for me.

Top main fave ships:

LimGuda (Ashiya Douman (Limbo) x Fujimaru Ritsuka (Guda))

IdaTatsu (Idate x Tatsumiya)

XanLena (Xanxus x Selena)

JuAli (Judar x Alibaba)

Other main fave ships:

BluesRock (Blues.EXE x Rockman.EXE)

EnNetsu (Enzan (Chaud) x Netto (Lan))

The ultimate sen-core ship formula is: meow meow mf x ball of sunshine or ball of anger/stoicism. And at least one chara black/white in their design. Also my top main 4 ships are all Meow meow mf x Empathetic and loving ball of sunshine with gold eyes.

Other fave ships:

AliHaku (Alibaba x Hakuryuu)

NetsuAi (Netto (Lan) x Iris)

HaoRen (Hao x Ren)

HoroRen (Horohoro x Ren)

EdRich (Edward of Lancaster x Richard III)

SuHak (Suwon x Son Hak)

And many more!

Main interests:

Fate/Grand Order (FGO)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (KHR)

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic (Magi) 

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea AU (WATGBS AU)

Mega Man Battle Network / Rockman.exe (MMBN)

Mega Man Star Force / Shooting Star Rockman (MMSF)

*Note: My and my friends' WATGBS AU (Idate/IdaTatsu AU) stuff!

Interests I selectively like (against my will):

Shaman King (SK/ManKin)

Akatsuki no Yona (ANY/AkaYona)

Requiem of the Rose King (ROTRK)

And I also like tons of other things as well and have a bunch of side interests! I doodle and ramble a lot about my fave interests! My masc faves are my favourite cat cots. They're going into my cat carrier. The ultimate cat basket. And I love my wifey wife faves <3 I have the most obvious and predictable tastes in the world.  

You can check out the extra underneath the cut if you wanna see what characters classify as sen-core meow meow mfs.

Extra:

Here are my favourite characters compiled!

I finally did it! It's Sen's cat carrier of meow meow mf faves and puppies! And also my wifey wife faves 🥰💗✨ The ultimate cat basket, cuz my fave chara taste is predictable 😌🤸

I'm very attached to the WATGBS AU faves we have for our WATGBS AU :) I used my edits of the characters for this. 

My top main faves are all very important and personal characters for me. So I felt like they should all be in the 1st row. Other than my top main characters in the 1st row, the placement is not according to order, just who I thought of first. There’s also many more characters I love!

Also yeah I absolutely did put 5 Magi charas on this list just cuz the cast is so goated in general, I had to. There’s 3 KHR, 3 WATGBS AU, 4 FGO, and 5 Magi charas here omg.

It would've been Sen's meow meow mf/cat carrier but Alibaba is there. Puppy surrounded by cat cots :)

Sen-core and meow meow mfs:

Sen-core and meow meow mfs are identifier terms my friends and I came up with to refer to the character design, personality, and writing tropes that appeal to and cater perfectly to my tastes. My brand in fictional characters! I'm my cats' cheerleader.

I'm passionate about meow meow mf ™️ characters, a very highly specific trope that all of my top main faves fall under. It's the meow meow mf instinct. It's like a radar. My meow meow mf senses are tingling.

How Sen picks favourite characters, or how to be considered sen-core. The Sen-core checklist:

Sen-core femme faves:

A cute/hot adult femme I lovingly chose as my wife, a deeply empathetic :D or ^v^ vibes person who loves their friends and/or the people they care for

Or, they are a hot cunning evil sadist type

Hits the specific sen-core niche of a soft femme chara or a hot cunning evil sadist type. They're cute and hot

Has black and/or white hair or is a redhead

Optional: Has gold eyes

Optional: Is a MILF

Sen-core masc faves:

Hits the specific sen-core niche of a meow meow mf ™️

Usually has black/white hair and/or a black/white monochrome colour scheme

Morally questionable, complex/complicated, or evil. Otherwise, they are too ok with violence and murder

Smug edgy asshole character, sen-core bastard cat, passive aggressively violent or threatens people

They are Type 1 sen-core cool aloof stoic cat >:| or :| or >:)

They are Type 2 sen-core smiley cat :) or :D or ^-^ or >:D

Emotionally repressed, stupid, and/or stunted. Doesn't fully understand human emotion and/or how to express themselves in normal ways

Optional: They're either buff with big tiddies or they're a twink

Optional: GNC, or an ikemen or bishounen type (pretty boy) type

Optional: Has a sad backstory and/or emotional issues they struggle with

Optional: Bloodthirsty. Sadistic, cruel and/or morally questionable or evil person that likes trampling on people

Optional: They are either ace-spec or super horny

Filling them all is so specific yet that includes so many characters of my faves! Basically, if they're cool, commit murder, have emotion issues, like violence, and constantly either :| or ^-^, a smug bastard, and have black and white colours (optional), then they're a meow meow mf!

Thanks for reading! I’m very passionate about my fave meow meow mfs and wifey wife faves! <3 

[irisbyirinatirdea]

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