#sparrow coins

[skelatomy]

Anatomic

[anatomic]

-anatomic

an anatomy scentered gender system inclusive of genders like:

-skeletic (genders related to skeletons, skeletal structures, bones etc),

-skullic (genders related to skulls),

-caputic (genders related to heads, headshapes, object headsonas etc),

subjects of biology,

even including gore, body horror, human/animal or any sort of nonhuman anatomy relation.

so long as the gender involves anatomy of some kind in some way it can fit under the anatomic gender system, does not have to deeply tie with the person's actual anatomy but is all inclusive unless specified.

Flag is ment to be inspired by x-ray photos (see our icon)

inclusive of delusions, dissconections, disability, otherkin, nonhumanity and so on.

No ids

Divider by .firefly-graphics

No current dni but will block if uncomfortable

Tagging: @delightfulweepingwillows, @archival-arrival, @fantasy-store, @gender-mailman, @decayednightmaremogai

Sorry if you don't wanna be tagged!

[cerealforkart]

Last one is a request for Lark and Sparrow in happier times from Discord so here’s the Lord of Chaos!

Sketch requests are over!

[objectumluv]

Blåhaj PlushJectum

[blåhaj PlushJectum]

An objectum term for those attracted to the Ikea shark plush known as blåhaj, pronounced blue-hai, be it romantic, aesthetic, sexual, platonic, alterious or other.

Requested by @rwuffles ' anon!

Please read the dni in pinned before interacting thank you

[youryanderex]

yanbian

a yandere lesbian, lesbian yanderes, yanderes obsessed with lesbians or lesbianism, yanderes obsessed with women and or fem presenting/aligned folk, yanderes who only obsess over those they're attracted to in a lesbian way etc.

Exclusive to those who reclaim yandere and identify as lesbian

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

What do you say to three shillings and we forget the name?

[delightfulweepingwillows]

Hihi

Do you know any names similar to sypha?

Or otherwise names based on uncommon Botanical poisons/deadly plants? /Np -sparrow

Tox, Toxx, Toxy, Toxic, Toxin, Toxins

Poi, Pois, Poison, Poisic or Toxsin or Toxson (Poison + Toxic)

Harm, Harmed, Harmful, Harmless, Trick, Tricky, Trixy, Acid, Acidic, Acidix, Fatal, Mortality, Abnorm, Abnormal, Abno, Abnor, Chem, Chemi, Chemical

More stuff under cut TvT

Effect, Affect, Burn, Burned, Burning, Burnt, Burns, Sting, Stings, Bite, Bites, Bitten, Scratch, Scratched, Flame, Inflamed, Inflamay, Inflamation, Blis, Blist, Blister, Blisters, Blistex, Danger, Dangex, Dangerous, Endanger, Endangered, Inges, Ingest, Ingested, Smoke, Smokey, Smoky, Sym, Symp, Sympt, Symptom, Expo, Expose, Exposure, Exposed, Inter, Intern, Internal, Grad, Gradual, Gradu, Met, Meta, Metab, Metal, Metallic, Tallic,

Pretty, Pleasant, Pleasing, Pleased, Graze, Grazed, Clustered, Cluster, Clusters, Clust

Leaf, Leaves, Flower, Flowy, Petal, Petals, Tree, Forest, Forestry, Life, Bee, Stem, Petalx, Scent, Scented, Decor, Decorum, Decorate, Decorative, Fern, Seed, Seeds, Thorn, Thorns, Thorny, Prick, Prickle, Prickles, Pricked, Blood, Bleed, Drip, Spine, Spines, Poke, Stab, Stabby, Stabber, Ripe, Ripen

Oleander Nerium: Oleander, Nerium, Olean, Oleand, Leand, Neri, Olener, Neriander

The Tree of Death (Hippomane mancinella): Death, Mane, Manci, Nella, Nellamane, Manella, Sap, Phorbol, Phor

Snakeroot, White (Ageratina altissima): Snake, Root, Snakeroot, Snakey, Roots, Rooted, White, Whiteroot, Agera, Agertina, Altis, Altissima, Sima, Alti, Trematol, Trema, Matol, Trem

Castor Oil (Ricinus Communis): Castor, Oil, Ricinus, Communis, Commun, Munis, Rici, Ricin, Infern, Infernal, Crim, Crims, Crimson

Rosary Pea (Abrus precatorius): Rose, Rosary, Pea, Abrus, Precatorius, Abru, Abrux, Catorius, Cator, Precator, Torius, Jequirity, Jequir, Jeq, Abri, Abrin, Abrix, Trop, Tropi, Tropical

Misc Others:

Bell, Bella, Lily, Valley, Vall, Val, Sweet, Sweets, Shade, Nightshade, Bella, Donna, Belladon, Bellux, Bellix, Belladonna, Dracunculus, Dracun, Cunculus, Draculus, Dracu, Tannin, Alum, Allium, Alli, Aril, Arils, Ackee, Citric, Citrus, Citrix, Citrux, Cyan, Cyano, Cyanogen, Ano, Anogen, Urushiol, Shiol, Urush, Uru, Urus, Urushi, Urushio, Shio, Cyanide, Cyani, Yanide, Yanid, Nid, Nide, Cya, Cyide, Rash, Lacquer, Lacq, Lac, Myristicin, Myr, Myris, Myriat, Ticin, Ristic, Risticin, Rist, Myrist, Myri

Oxalic, Rhub, Rhu, Rhubarb, Barb, Sour, Abrin, Abri, Abrix, Saponin, Adonidin, Aconitic, Adonid, Adoni, Adonis, Adonix, Aconit, Aconi, Linamarin, Lina, Lin, Linam, Marin, Rin, Nitril, Nitriles, Nitri, Tri, Tril, Triles, Hydrin, Vol, Volatile, Tile, Agglutination, Agglutin, Glutin, Glu, Agglu, Nephrotoxicity, Toxicity, Nephro, Corrosion, Corrosive, Corro, Wolfsbane, Monkshood, Bane, Aconitine, Nitine, Acon

[sagewhogrowsonrocks]

I've never watched Pirates of the Caribbean either. Well technically I did but that doesn't count because I wasn't really paying attention and I don't remember anything except pirates, half-dead people, and gold coins at the end.

pirates of the caribbean but i've never watched it

I'm not even going to pretend to know what I'm doing here. *really bad pirate voice* aye maties let's be uh crimes?

I haven't watched a single movie of this franchise. I haven't even seen an edit. Here's all I've got:

These movies were a formative bisexual experience/bi panic for almost every bisexual. I saw it happen in Heartstopper.

Jack Sparrow is the main guy. He's hot.

Johnny Depp is in this, and I adore him, so that's a point in POTC's favour. Kiera Knightley is in this, and she is gorgeous. When is she not. I love her acting. Orlando Bloom is in this. I don't know who he is. He is rather pretty, though.

There is a man, a woman, and a pirate, played by Bloom, Knightley and Depp respectively. I know Tumblr, and I can already hear you now: Ah yes, the three genders, man, woman and pirate. Listen, you little shits, this is all I know. Don't come for me.

There's a guy with octopus tentacles coming out of his face, but not in a kinky way, I think. I really, really hope. He's the villain, but he's not. A small white capitalist man is.

When there is moonlight, they turn first-Twilight-movie-blue-saturated and dead. Except they're not dead, because they're not alive. It makes sense in the movies. I think.

There is jewellery involved. I'm not sure if it's a get-rich-quick scheme or something involving the undead.

The man and the woman are in love.

They, uh, do pirate things. There's a kingdom.

The woman is abducted and the man and her say romantic shit through the bars.

The woman threatens to throw a gold chain down.

Jack Sparrow says smartass shit and does his best to avoid doing the right thing and facing the consequences. What an icon.

Jack Sparrow has a jar of dirt, and it is important to him. He sings a song, though I can't make out if that is a fandom joke.

Feel free to educate me. You'll have to reblog this to spread it around so people can yell at me, though, because I have no idea what to tag this with.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

yellow blue white (the crimes are against sparrow haters)

FUCK YEAH 🤘

[helaintoloki]

I need something refreshing after the ending. So may i request oneshot for how Ben and the reader cope with his arrest and incarceration?

warnings: none

notes: sorry it’s a bit short but i hope you enjoy!

summary: you pay ben a visit while he’s stuck in jail

“Hargreeves,” the prison guard’s booming voice calls out before dragging the man out of his cell and towards the visiting room, “someone’s here to see you.”

“Easy, watch the hands,” Ben protests in aggravation as he’s shoved into the scarcely furnished room. The door slams shut harshly behind him, but he doesn’t have time to be annoyed as his focus is soon centered on the woman sitting on the old weathered couch before him.

“Hey, handsome,” you greet with a cheeky smile.

“Thank god you’re here,” he exclaims with a groan of relief before rushing forward to scoop your body off the couch and into his arms. You immediately melt into his embrace and enjoy the sensation of his chest pressed against your own. Having to be apart has been extremely hard on you both, so you do your best to savor every moment of these visits when you can. “This place is a shit hole.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you had just listened to me and not gone through with that stupid Sparrow Coin scheme,” you remind him before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and he merely gifts you an annoyed scoff in response.

“Might I remind you we were living large because of Sparrow Coin? It was my scheme that bought you the pair of earrings you’re wearing right now.”

“I’d rather have you over the earrings,” you admit with a careful smile, and Ben can only let out a defeated sigh in response.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I was just trying to make sure we had everything we needed for a fresh start in this shitty new timeline,” he professes. His hands reach up to carefully cup your face, his thumbs gently brushing against the skin of your cheeks and committing the feeling to memory. “I promise I’ll be out of here soon, and then we can run away together and start over.”

“I’d like that,” you murmur softly, a single tear sliding down your cheek that Ben is quick to wipe away.

“Just hold on a little longer for me, okay?”

You can only respond with a small nod before he presses a tender kiss to your forehead and pulls you in close to him. It’s going to be a long couple of years, but you’d wait forever if it meant getting to be with the man you love more than anything.

You guys have been through worse, and there isn’t anything in this world that could keep you two apart.

[skelatomy]

RibAnatomic/RibCAnatomic

[ribanatomic/ribcanatomic]

Ribanatomic or ribcanatomic (rib-cage-anatomic)

A gender under the anatomic system, a subgender to skelanatomic, related to anatomy, ribs, rib bones, ribcages, the anatomical structure and/or placement of ribs - human or otherwise, the ribs in your own anatomy, feeling like your gender is trapped in or encased by a rib cage or within your own ribcage, feeling like your gender is part of or actually is your rib cage within your skeleton itself and so on

Requested anonymously

No ids

Dividers by firefly-graphics

No set dni but will block if uncomfortable

Tagging:

@decayednightmaremogai

@pogaimogai

@rwuffles

@sanguinaryfreaks

[objectumluv]

G3 ImacJectum

[G3 ImacJectum]

An objectum term for those attracted to the bondi blue iMac generation 3, be it romantic, aesthetic, sexual, platonic, alterious or other.

Requested by @rwuffles 's anon :D

Please see pinned for dni before interacting thank you

[youryanderex]

Yanarc / Yanderenarc / Yanarcissist

a term for a yandere Narcissist, a yandere with npd, Narcissistic yanderes, an obsessive Narcissist, yanderes obsessed with their own narcissistic tendencies etc

Exclusive to people with comorbid bpd and npd

Tagging @delightfulweepingwillows

Sorry for lack of ids

[yourfaithandcourage]

“What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭10:29-31‬‬‬

Source: Her True Worth

[ladystoneboobs]

obviously yes, the only hypothetical chance for a truly faithful asoiaf adaptation would be animated, but there is at least one scenario where live-action could achieve something animated asoiaf media could not. see, in my fantasy of a fuller, faithful live action adaptation, all 3 kettleblack knights would be played by the same actor using a fake beard, fake mustache, and fake facial scars as needed, which would feel different to one voice actor doing all 3 as that kind of multi-casting is common enough in cartoons. and i don't even mean using the parent trap/buffay sisters on friends-style camera trickery for one actor playing twins, i mean just never having more than one kettleblack in a scene at the same time as one small deviation from the text. eventually the audience starts to wonder if there's even more than 1 guy in-universe either or if oz kettleblack is not only doubling his pay by accepting coin from both cersei and tyrion but actually sextupling it by getting paid triple from both lannisters just for one dude's incompetentcy. then when cersei confesses to the high sparrow that she bedded all 3 it could be due to her own confusion over which was which making her unable to tell who had sex with her when he had fake scars and remains of a fake beard once after a quick switch. and we the audience would know it really is best to name all 3 bc it is one guy answering to osfryd, osmund, and osney so that it's impossible to know which first name (if any) is the true name.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was a peaceful little crow sitting in a tree, looking for shiny things and tending to lost young birds. I don't think I've ever been more upset about such a nice dream being just a dream in my life. I woke up and was so sad I wasn't actually a peaceful crow gathering little trinkets and coins and gifting them to baby sparrows.

[endless-ineffabilities]

le marquis et le moineau

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

themes: angst, twisted business associates(?) to lovers, dubious morals, the Marquis has his eyes set on you and only you (but you don't know that ofc)

a/n: this bloody Frenchman has been plaguing my thoughts (thanks to a very sinister portrayal by one Bill Skarsgård). Mind you, I still haven't even seen the film John Wick 4, but I'm a fan of the series, and the morsels I've seen of the Marquis have been more than enough to give rise to a new lil fixation.

word count: 932 ▪︎ more of moineau ▪︎ other works

It started as a little game.

Just some passing fancy between yourself and the Marquis.

Or at least, that was what it was supposed to remain. Only that. A game.

But you should have known better. You should have known that any game played with Marquis Vincent de Gramont may eventually turn deadly.

Your high-risk job at the Continental usually also reaped the highest of rewards.

Tip off the right person and receive a gold coin. Deliver a message, without any bumps or bruises to all parties involved, and your reputation would be given a much-needed boost or two.

This business was danger wrapped in deceit wrapped in glamour. And you knew how to deal the right cards.

Although it seems, things are not as easy when it comes to the Marquis.

Vincent was every bit a menace as his reputation decreed. The Marquis tasked with restoring the authority of the High Table, he was nothing short of cunning and ambitious, prepared to take down any and all those who posed a threat to his objectives.

Dangerous. Deceptive. Glamourous as well, mind you. He was perfectly suited to this world.

He was also brazen, pretentious, snobbish.

And beautiful.

He knew just how to tug at your strings and make you bend. Or at least, he always tried to.

Like he was doing then, in one of the bigger rooms in his palacial estate, wherein only the two of you stood with only a few feet in between.

"What did we agree upon, mon moineau?" His silky accented voice implored.

My sparrow, he called you. The reason for which remained undisclosed to you, not for a lack of trying to wrench it out of him.

Why couldn't he call you something sweeter? Of the more classic French romantic sobriquets?

Chérie, perhaps. Mon amour. Mon coeur.

But no. You were stuck with measly ol' "my sparrow".

Of course, not that it mattered. Perhaps the Marquis reserved his sweeter words for those he actually cared for. At the very least, well-regarded enough to be associated with. Those impossibly beautiful and refined members of European aristocracy that he was so often rumoured to be wining and dining.

Unlike you. Renegade, foul-mouthed vagabond.

You stared up at his pacing figure. "I am fully aware of what we agreed upon, Vincent. What I have done does not breach that. I am perfectly capable - "

His head snapped to you menacingly. "You could have been killed, moineau."

You shrugged. "Consequences. I did not enter this damned line of work without considering the risks. As it goes, getting killed would not exactly be an uncommon occurence."

"Don't jest." He shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, in obvious annoyance.

You took a step forward, trying to find his gaze. "And if I were to... pass... so what? Everything would simply go on. The truth is that I'm already a ghost. Doing what I do in our world makes me some kind of spectre. I am already not there."

You knew this. You repeated this to yourself when you woke, and before you went to sleep. It was the only truth you could hold on to.

Until him. Until some buried, twisted part of you began hoping that he would care.

But hope is a dangerous thing.

You continued, as he kept looking away. "You would go on. Perhaps even find a new sparrow to play with."

You felt it. As your words hung in the air, his entire mood shifted. He straightened, and with both hands burrowed in the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers, his eyes land on you.

He slowly took a step forward, and then another, until his figure loomed over you.

In all your shared moments, you learned to discern the quick switches in his temper and his expression. But not enough, not completely.

The look he was giving you then was impossible to read.

"You think..." His left hand drifted to the hem of your blazer, toying with it. "... that I..." His index finger then drifted upward over your silk shirt, stopping in between your collarbones. His tongue briefly darted out to wet his lips, catching your eye. "... would simply replace you?"

You finally felt his touch on your face, his fingers delicately caressing your jawline.

He made a fleeting tsk tsk sound with his tongue, as if in disapproval.

"I believe you underestimate just how much you matter to me, mon moineau."

You did your best to remain unfazed. This was the game, wasn't it? Whatever you might think it can become, what you hope it can unravel into - set it aside as delusion.

Don't fall.

It's just a game to play.

Don't fall.

You took a deep breath, then smiled sweetly. Mockingly. "What makes you think I would even pay any mind to how much I matter to you? That line of thinking doesn't work for people like us, Marquis."

"People like us," he repeated, amusement furrowing his brow. "Non, mon moineau. There are no other people like us."

He leaned in, eyes not leaving yours, all but eliminating the distance between your faces. You could feel his breath on your skin, could count the faint spotting of freckles around his nose.

You wished to ask him what he wanted, but held back.

No. There was something better to say.

"What are you waiting for?" You managed to voice the words despite your very heart lodged in your throat.

He smiled, proud of his precious sparrow.

"Mon coeur... I've been waiting for you my entire life."

Ahhh! 🖤 Everybody say thank you Bill Skarsgård and the on-set stylist for the visual treat that is the Marquis.

I'm not even sure if this will find the right crowd - seeing as my lovely followers are of the HotD persuasion. But oh well, I had to get it out of my system.

Could be more of this... idk 🤷‍♀️ Rest assured I haven't forgetten about all my series works, even the ones I haven't started but said I would do...