#slightly rusted

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

It's just a spot of weak vinegar

Good tree fertilizer

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

The Battered Dragon

Buckle up, buttercups. This is a long one.

Jaune: Soooo... (continues looking around at the "forest" around him) where do you guys think we are?

Ruby: I don't know. I honestly didn't think I'd find anyone that quickly. Even if half of the group was tied up my a village of mice.

Weiss: (plucking a thorn out of her sleeve)They were... craftier than I would have thought.

Blake: (ears wilt) It makes me wonder where Yang is, or if she's okay.

Weiss: (places a hand on Blake's shoulder comfortingly) I'm sure we'll find Yang. You have to remember that this is Yang we're talking about. If anyone can manage surviving in an unknown world filled with random dangers, I'd place the charred remains of the Schnee fortune on it.

Blake: (ears perk up slightly) Yeah, you're right.

Weiss: (watches as Ruby and Jaune discuss what steps they should take next) You know. When we find her, it might be a good idea to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with Yang.

Blake: (ears spring skyward) I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Weiss: Blake, you almost jumped off the platform after Yang. I dragged you off the literal brink, and you immediately went feral on Neo afterwards.

Blake: I'm that obvious, huh?

Weiss: To everyone except Yang herself... (watches as Ruby trips over a random tree root and pulls Jaune down to the ground with her) And maybe those two.

Blake: (chuckles softly)

Jaune: Hey! Do you guys think we'll see the Lively Carpenter or the Battered Dragon???

Ruby: The Battered Dragon? I don't remember that character from the story.

Blake: The Battered Dragon was a strong warrior that fought back the night in a fiery blaze, but was always warm and kind towards the people in the book.

Weiss: We're not in a storybook. But! If we were, I wouldn't mind meeting the Lively Carpenter. They were so sweet in the story.

Jaune: I remember the Battered Dragon was like a barbarian of sorts. Super cool and strong who fought with her fists.

Ruby: I don't remember Yang ever reading that character. Actually, I don't remember her reading me that story at all.

Jaune: Huh... That's odd. I would have though- (draws sword) INCOMIIIIIING!!!

Jabberwalker: (bounds through the canopy into the clearing and slashes at Jaune)

Ruby: Jaune! (pulls Jaune out of the way)

Blake: Ruby! (throws Gambol Shroud, wraps the ribbon around Ruby, and yanks her back)

Weiss: (glyph attacks Jabberwalker and blasts it back)

Jabberwalker: Seeking - Searching - Contacting - DEVOURING!!! (leaps towards the group and slashes at the group wildly)

RWBJ: (get tossed to the ground)

Jabberwalker: (tail whips Blake to pin her down and leaps onto her)

Blake: (blocks claws with her sword and struggles to keep the claw from her face)

RWJ: Blake!

??? : I said I wasn't done with you yet!!!

-Burning fireball of stone barrels in and slams against the Jabberwalker's head, shattering into a million smoldering pieces as molten rock oozes over spiral horns-

??? : (rugged, dark brown leather adorned with intricate patterns and fur trims, well-worn trousers and boots, tanned leather tank top with tatters at the hem where the bottom has been torn off, revealing muscular abs and a few battle scars, and a blazing heart tattoo on a well-endowed chest. Scarred left arm is on display, muscles rippling as powerful hands grab the Jabberwalker's horns, while a paint chipped, slightly rusted metallic right arm glints dully in the sunshine. A purple bandana tied off where the metal meets flesh. Black and brown leather hand armor and pauldron adorn the left shoulder and hand with golden brown/grey whisps of fur protrude from under the plates. Burning golden hair burn out in a long trail behind a scorched, wooden dragon mask)

??? : Did you honestly think I'd let you hurt anyone here? (punches Jabberwalker a few times in the face) Then you're crazier than I thought! (throws Jabberwalker over to the next acre)

RWBJ: (stare in shock)

Jaune: (gasps like an excited child) Oh, my gosh! It's the Battered Dragon!!!

Blake: The Battered Dragon! In PERSON!

Weiss: We're actually in a fairytale....

Battered Dragon: (panting before squaring her shoulders and turning to RWBJ) Dammit! (takes off her mask, revealing one lilac and one crimson eye and three scars on her jaw) You guys weren't supposed to be here.

Jaune: Is that...?

Weiss: Yang?

Ruby: (walks up to the Battered Dragon) Yang?

Battered Dragon: (shakes her head, dislodging the tears in her eyes before nodding firmly) Yeah, Rubes. It's me. And you guys weren't supposed to-

Ruby: (grabs Yang's hand tightly) If you didn't think we'd come looking for you, then you must have forgotten who raised me.

Battered Dragon Yang: (sniffs and holds Ruby's hand) Right. I'm just... glad to see you guys again after all this ti- PUAH!!!

Blake: (tackles BDY to the ground and hugs her tight) Yang~

Battered Dragon Yang: (shocked eyes glance at Blake briefly before tears slip from her eyes, her nose wrinkles in an attempt to keep from crying, and she breaks. Arms wrap around Blake like a lifeline) It's actually you....

Weiss: (after a few minutes) Yang, what happened to you?

Battered Dragon Yang: It's... a long story...

[princemick]

April '24

[merrymorningofmay]

everything about rust's narco backstory becomes worse when you remember he was 26-30 at the time

[ievaxol]

what is it you want me to tell you?

"You appointed the wrong guild leader," Thancred says as soon as the Exarch opens the door to his quarters.

The displaced Scion pushes past him to take up his by now customary place leaning against a pillar -- the Exarch doesn't need to see him to know the look on his face. Brows pinched, arms crossed; a sight that has become all too familiar in the months following his arrival to the First.

"You made a mistake."

"And you were unkind, as well as not invited, as far as I recall." The Exarch retorts, calmly closing the door before turning to face Thancred. He lifts his chin in subtle challenge and white-hot anger flashes in Thancred's eyes.

A second later Thancred has schooled his expression into more general frustration, but the Exarch knows what lies underneath. It only ever comes into the open on nights like this and only ever when they're alone.

Thancred's rage is a flash of heat in an existence otherwise carefully constructed; who can blame him from seeking it out?

"I told you before, intelligence is what I know best. Why won't you listen to me here? Or are you sitting on information that is beyond me, oh Exarch? Surely you are no fool -- you know as well as I do what this decision will bring. Discord, when the Crystarium needs to stand united."

"Perhaps I do know something you don't," the Exarch states, primly setting his staff to the side. "Have you been resting properly?"

The change of subject earns him a dark look -- it's a fifty-fifty chance Thancred will allow it.

His shoulders slump, and the Exarch counts it for a small win.

"Who can, in this accursed place?"

"True enough." The Exarch grins, wondering if it makes him look as mad as he feels. "Are there no bedfellows to ease your burden?"

"You know there aren't."

"Not for lack of willing men or women."

Thancred shifts his weight, frustration melting into consideration. His eyes glide down to where the Exarch's mouth has caught on one of his canines, then further to where his robe splits across his chest, crystal spilling out and toward his throat as if to choke him.

"What about you, then?"

It might be over two centuries since the Exarch last had the pleasure of witnessing lightning strike, but he still knows the warning signs intimately.

He spreads his arms -- a dramatic gesture.

An invitation.

His mouth feels fuzzy with static.

"Who could I take to bed without compromising my position in the Crystarium, pray tell?"

There is only one possible answer to his question, and Thancred is an intelligent man -- a handsome man, an angry man. Angry and lonely, just like the Exarch.

In two long strides Thancred has crossed the distance between them and grabbed onto the Exarch's robes, leaning in close, close, closer still and gods how long was it since he was last this close with another person, close enough to breathe someone else's breath --

"We're two sorry bastards, aren't we," Thancred mutters, before crushing his lips to the Exarch's.

[acheronist]

the calathea makoyana got a new pot today + a few unhealthy leaves got trimmed off btw.... i noticed over the weekend that the roots were starting to grow out of the drainage holes 🔎 but i was lazy and didn't get around to repotting until today lol. ANYWAYS chunky soil mix + wider pot so there's room to grow yay! calatheas are so sensitive tho i Am scared she's going to pitch a fit but we'll see uehufhgdjfkghfkjd

[icedmetaltea]

*internally screams in agony*

Aaah such beautiful music to draw to :)

Entire mood for today tbh

[reitziluz]

got an exhilarating comment that got me open the doc and start slapping words around in the ch but then. betrayal. my body betrays me once again!

more like a nurse betrayed me when they messed up my last shot. i am so low on gender juice, lower than i've been in seven years. my guts are so angry. tuesday can't come fast enough

[unityrain24]

btw i fucking hate complimentary colours.* no it is not ""science"" or ""colour psychology"" that they compliment and look good together, it is not a """fact"""! No!! They Look Horrific Together Actually! Like they are actually anti-complimentary, like the worst possible colours you could put together!! "complementary colours" my ass they should be called "warning never pair together colours"!!!

[spook-e-snail]

EY FELLAS I WAS DIGGING AROUND STORAGE AND FOUND MY OLD BACKPACK WITH ALL MY PINS ON IT

THE GARCELLO PIN IS STILL INTACT LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Also if anyone knows how to get rid of rust some hints would be appreciated please and ty ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[leejeann]

Been rewatching Sabikui Bisco while I crochet the past couple days and I’m a little surprised it took me this long to learn that the outro is sang by the two Japanese VAs for Bisco and Milo. Like it’s fair because I’ve been watching the dub and have only seen an episode or two in the original Japanese, but still. 

Just finished my rewatch of episode 3 and finally paid enough attention to realize there were two voices singing. Then listened a tiny bit harder and thought “Wait...one voice sounds a bit raspy and tougher, but the other is a bit more soft and pretty....it’s kind of like it’s Bisco and Mil- oh my god wAIT” 

[amphiptere-art]

RBB

Invontary teleportation!

Yes the simple answer is that. I do not know the how and that is fact.

So you just kind of appear somewhere.

Yes.

So what you just some lonely dimensional hopper with no family.

I have a home just so you know. And a family that is probably scratching apart their bones.

What?!

I thought you were a robot.

Yes. And so are my brothers. All metal and shell I would have no others.

Is the bones just a part of your rhyming smick

Yes.

Well then what do you mean. "Scratching apart their bones"?

[actualsunflower]

lick

[bumblebeebats]

Every time i purchase a moderately expensive item the Karl Marx on my shoulder is like "For shame... you purchase yet another pair of jeans when you have 5 already at home, you despicable commodity fetishist? In my time, a man with five outfits would consider himself blessed beyond measure, and yet you want for more, while there are children starving in the world??" to which the second Karl Marx on my other shoulder says "Objection! Those 5 pairs of jeans all wildly uncomfortable or have holes in the ass, due to the decline of clothing quality driven by the fast fashion industry, unfortunately making this purchase a necessity... Plus, by purchasing a slightly more expensive pair of jeans from an independent brand, seeking quality over 'brand recognition', they are deliberately trying to avoid engaging in conspicuous consumption!" to which the third Karl Marx clinging to my back like that beetle from Doctor Who says "Remember, my friend; the less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, or to the pub, and the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you will be able to save and the greater will become your treasure which neither moth nor rust will corrupt — your capital. Buy the jeans," to which I say "I don't know if any of you have actually read Karl Marx"

[downfallofi]

Tfw when you have to sit through a training video because someone spoke to the GM about you :)

[muckmagister]

https://open.spotify.com/track/4Jo29Uu8726KtzclLNBbmc

oouh! good song!!! and i like how you can tell there's a bunch more lore and stuff than what you get in just this song alone fkdhksjs, very cools ^^