#stoneler

[stonelerr]

Much better.

[stevethehairington]

happy happy birthday dear @hexiewrites!!! i am so so so glad that this fandom has brought us together, you are a dear friend and a wonderful soul and such a creative mind!! i feel lucky to know you and to call you a friend! i hope that today is absolutely amazing and that you celebrate big!! 💕

i wanted to write a lil something soft for you, so please have this little slice of life 💕 i hope you like it!

(incidentally, it also happens to semi-fit today's prompt for @steddie-week: discover so consider this two birds, one stonel!)

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It is not the alarm clock balancing precariously on the edge of the bedside table that wakes Eddie up.

It is not the wisps of early morning sun that streams in through the cracks in his blinds.

It is not drifting hands dipped beneath the covers or a wandering mouth against the back of his neck either.

No, what wakes Eddie Munson this morning, is a shout.

He jolts to consciousness, body tense and alert for only seconds before another shout follows.

Eddie shifts, just a little, just enough to realize that he is alone. There’s no warm body behind him, no arms wrapped around his waist, no legs tangled with his own.

Steve, where is Steve?

A third shout sounds off, from somewhere outside of the door, and this time, Eddie recognizes it almost immediately.

There he is.

His body starts to relax. His muscles loosen. The beating of his heart slows. He melts back into the sheets, just a little.

Because — there’s no fear in this shout. No horror. It’s not angry either, and it’s not upset.

This shout is happy. This shout is excited.

This shout makes Eddie curious.

He rolls onto his back, pulling the bedsheets with him, and cranes his neck, searching out his clock. The glaring, red 8:23 that blinks back at him makes him groan and drop back against the pillow. It is far too early to be awake on a Sunday.

Eddie contemplates going back to sleep. It would be all too easy — all he’d have to do is turn back over, burrow back into the warmth of the blankets cocooned around him, and let the hazy pull of sleep still clinging to his softened edges drag him back under.

But he’s never been able to ignore his curiosity.

Today is no different.

So, with a heave and a grunt, Eddie sits up. Swings his legs out of bed. Blindly taps his foot around for Steve’s slippers and pouts when he comes up empty (old man must’ve actually worn them). He wraps the bedsheets — all of the bedsheets — around his body and rises from the bed, shuffling towards the door.

It opens silently (thank you Wayne for the generous application of WD-40), and Eddie slinks out. With his bare feet, he’s able to slip quietly down the hall, too. He comes to a stop just before he reaches the washing machine, pausing there as he takes in the scene before him:

Their little television set is turned on, some sort of sportsball game flashing across the screen — Eddie isn’t sure which one, just knows that Steve set their VCR to record it last night because Wayne was covering for a buddy at the plant, and Steve had the closing shift, and neither of them wanted to miss out.

Steve is standing in front of the couch, watching the screen raptly with both hands on his hips. His lower lip is planted firmly between his teeth, and he reaches for his hair, catches himself before he can sink his fingertips into it (even though it’s already in total disarray), and redirects his thumb to his mouth, where his nail takes the place of his lip.

Eddie’s eyes flicker towards the armchair — Wayne’s chair. Only Wayne’s not sitting in it either. He’s also standing, looking just as tense as Steve as his eyes follow the action on the screen.

One of them makes a noise, a sharp inhale — Eddie isn’t sure which, it might have even been both — and for a moment, one brief brief moment, it’s like everything freezes. Wayne’s body stills, Steve holds his breath.

The only sound in the room is the announcer, rattling off the play, narrating it as— as— as—

“Touchdown!” The announcer yells.

“Yes!” Steve cries.

“Hallelujah, finally!” Wayne hollers.

Steve turns towards Wayne, brilliant smile taking up his whole face, and Wayne turns towards Steve, looking just as thrilled.

Eddie watches as the two men step forward and embrace each other, cheering for their victory. He watches as Steve rocks Wayne from side to side with his joy, drawing a hearty chuckle from him. He watches as Wayne gets his arms back around Steve and claps his on the back a couple of times, rubbing at his shoulder in that way Eddie knows means comfort.

He can’t help the way his own smile curves onto his face. It almost makes the rude awakening at far too early an hour worth it, just to see his two favorite people getting along so well.

When they break apart, Steve’s eyes flicker past Eddie, only to quickly circle back for a double take.

“Eddie?” He calls, sidestepping Wayne to fully see him. “Hey, shit, did we wake you?”

“Mornin’ Ed,” Wayne says, not bothering with an apology. “’Bout time you got up. Who let you sleep in this long anyway?” He asks, eyes twinkling.

Eddie rolls his and tugs the sheets tighter around his shoulders as he ambles into their little living room. “You might’ve been just a little—” he holds up two fingers, with ample space between them, “— loud.” He cracks a smile, bright enough that his eyes squint a little, and tilts his head.

Steve has the decency to look a little sheepish about it. “Sorry, baby,” he says softly, dropping back down to the couch and patting the cushion beside him before opening his arms — an offering, an invitation.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, shuffling across the floor and sinking into the cushion. He curls into Steve’s side, like a little pillbug, drawing his legs up onto the couch and tucking his knees to his chest. Steve’s arm settles around his shoulders, and Eddie gets comfortable, nuzzling into his embrace.

He slips an arm around Steve’s middle, dipping his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt so he can press the flat of his palm to Steve’s tummy. His skin is warm, soft. Eddie brushes his thumb over Steve’s belly button, feels the muscles jump at the ticklish sensation, and Eddie smiles into Steve’s t-shirt.

Steve cups Eddie’s jaw with his hand, tilts his face towards himself, and smiles at him. Little wrinkles by his eyes and his nose all scrunched up. It’s cute, positively adorable. Eddie wants to bite him.

He doesn’t — pulls out his handy dandy self-control with Wayne in the room. Not that it isn’t anything Wayne hasn’t seen before. He’s well aware of Eddie’s penchant for biting whenever he’s happy.

But Eddie holds back. Tells himself he’ll have plenty of time to show Steve just how happy he is later, when Wayne’s gone.

Instead, he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. Tucks his face into the crook of his neck and presses his mouth to the warm skin, just over his pulse. Feels the beat of Steve’s heart against his lips.

It’s soothing. As is the way Steve’s fingers trail up and down Eddie’s back. A comforting rhythm. A delicate lull.

“You win’in?” He asks, voice thick as he tries to fight the pull of sleep blurring his edges again. His eyelids feel heavy. He loses a battle with a yawn, stifling it into Steve’s collar.

He feels Steve’s laugh more than he hears it, a deep rumble in his chest.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, Munson?” Steve asks, but the blanket tucks in around Eddie’s shoulders, makes him even more comfortable.

He snuggles into it, snuggles into Steve.

“Mm, no,” Eddie murmurs, but he’s already forgot what question he’s supposed to be answering. His eyelids flutter.

“Oh okay,” Steve replies, amusement slipping into his voice. “I’ll tell Wayne to keep it down for you.”

Eddie smacks his lips. Smiles softly, even half asleep. “Love you,” he breathes out.

He can’t see it, but Steve smiles too. Looks down at him with the fondest damn expression. Tells him, “I love you too.”

[allwaswell16]

Incredibly unimportant fic request, but do you know of any merlin/Arthur focused ones? Alternatively I'd just take medieval fantasyish

Hi, anon...so since there aren't tons of these I'll just give you what I found here on your ask, and also I'll link you to my Medieval fic rec in case you want to check that out as well <3

🌸 Medieval Fics

Truth Behind Golden Eyes by MyEnglishRose / @lwtisloved

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

Or. A Fantasy AU loosely inspired by Merlin BBC where one relationship has the power to define the destiny of the whole land.

I've Seen How You Sparkle by orphan_account

Their eyes locked again and Harry blushed, suddenly feeling shy. Louis just smiled at him, tilting his head a little as his eyes ran over the younger boy. Harry self-consciously placed his arm over his stomach, afraid that Louis would somehow see through his clothes and notice the druid mark on his right hip. It was a triple spiral, a triskele. Although it wasn’t that big and fairly easy to hide, Harry was always paranoid that he would maybe stretch too much and reveal the mark.

It wasn’t that he actually believed Louis would have him executed, but he knew Louis was fiercely loyal to his father. If it came to choosing between Harry and his father, Harry was honestly not sure what Louis would do.

Or Louis is the Crown Prince of Camelot and Harry is a druid hiding his magic. It would have been a lot easier if he didn't also have to deal with a forbidden love, a dangerous quest and a whole lot of trouble.

Up On The Shore by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

Magic has been outlawed on Eroda ever since President Cowell came into power, and all the magic people had to go live on the island of Stonell. Things are not looking good for Harry when he finds out he's a magician and his abilities seem more and more out of control. Thankfully, his best friend Niall's mother has the idea to put him in touch with Louis, a magician boy living on Stonell. They begin a secret correspondence and drama ensues.

Or: Louis hides his feelings under sarcasm, Harry is too sweet for his own sake, everyone is a rebel, the mums are amazing, Harry's dad is a jerk, and I'm struggling to make it understandable without using normal narration.

Had Enough of Silly Love Spells by learnthemusic

“Why would you give him a potion?”

The more Harry received the question, the more he wondered what his intentions had truly been. He knew—had done from the moment he got embroiled in that first romantic saga of Kidan the blacksmith—that tampering with the heart was dangerous. It was too fickle to contain with a spell, no matter how arduous or simple.

Yet he’d gone against his own intuition, and now he was sat in the kitchens with Niall, whose latest conquest was Lottie’s newest maid and who never had any decent advice to offer him when it came to Louis. How was he getting out of this one?

A Merlin AU in which Harry, Court Sorcerer, slips a love potion into King Louis' sleeping draught in hopes of awakening his true feelings for Harry. It goes wrong and Harry puzzles over how to get things back to how they used to be.

you're a king by orphan_account

“and god, this is how louis is going to die. they'll write stories about him. the prince who died because harry styles is an idiot.”

[hairymoths]

Reminder thats theres a trc server with a bunch of losers in case you wanna go apeshit ab it with other people !!!1!1!

CLICK HERE TO GET THE FUCK IN!!

hairymoths is not responsible if ur vehicle gets partially stonel

[bobisnotaperson]

made a gif of a tiny potato and stoneling from the minecraft mod quark

[swordswoman97]

Do you guys think the stoneling screaming is supposed to be Owen? Cause that screaming wasn't there for Acho, Eret, Water, or El, it only started showing up when Kyle did it onwards. Did the stonelings only start spawning then or were they added on purpose? Is that screaming supposed to be the hooded figures doing something to Owen? Or even just Owen under the curse?

[enchantedliving]

The Eternal Wisdom of Sappho

BY KIRSTY STONELL WALKER

Discover the enigmatic allure of Sappho, the ancient Greek poet, through the lens of 19th-century fascination. Unveil her bisexuality, lyrical magic, and tragic myths in the latest issue of Enchanted Living Magazine

READ HERE

[theminecraftbee]

anyway my mod loadout on my sky vaults world right now is, in order:

vault compass

simple storage network

drawers

pouches

botany pots

mega torches

create

I SLIGHTLY regret mega torches - the farm I used them for may become obsoleted via “iskall finally realizes stonelings are op at any moment”. however they DO make spawnproofing super easy super fast so I don’t regret them too much, but that’s still two knowledge stars I can’t get back now, lol. next thing I may go for is either double pouches - im doing fine with my army of like five pouches I bring into every vault atm which is why it wasn’t a priority but it could be good - or start the long grind to the 15 stars I need to grab cagerium since I got botany pots. alternately, dark utilities to help remake my hostile mob farm with? i don’t THINK i’ll urgently decide I want botania in the meantime and I don’t think any of the mods that would require a power source mod are urgent to me but. we’ll see lol,

[444names]

Names generated from the entire page on List of Houses from awoiaf.com

Abbell Ackel Ackmons Adets Aemoter Altords Amigh Ander Ansmor Astene Aston Astswire...

Balone Banet Bannins Bareaso Bargy Barsets Barwel Batchants Bather Bathorn Beards Benger Benti Blaches Blackhoes Bladshill Blamb Blend Blozeets Blydd Boadent Boned Borack Bords Bordyreys Borns Bours Boven Bowne Brade Brannood Breen Bricon Brigiones Brigod Bring Brion Briongs Bristert Broak Broll Brood Brooketh Brops Brotheld Brotlet Broun Caftono Callivee Cands Caper Captag Captathar Carweart Cased Caster Cavion Chants Checluck Cheent Chepdowns Cherclan Cherre Cherroven Chielly Ciron Claynall Clorned Clortisle Cocke Colistine Colls Combenty Comight Comson Cones Corlacks Cormose Corne Corrownd Cortaell Cracef Crande Crant Crantar Craworch Creenty Creepdong Creets Crobs Crockty Croode Cuppeary Dalton Dapien Darimes Darmen Darrouth Deerporee Dester Deton Detory Dhann Dinds Direys Divalwath Donetwook Downs Drace Drage Drang Dreed Drions Drivends Dulion Duree Durnburs Duseag Dutter Eakew Egerwyn Ellaq Eryourn Exton Faircards Falyn Famemer Farhame Farre Felgood Ferly Flackles Flantsin Flingtons Flion Flivaidd Foold Fordendy Fordwynd Forniblon Forween Foxton Froney Frowns Gamber Garce Gatrets Gehamer Glinet Glorroath Golde Goolfing Goons Gosheryi Grake Gramb Granfier Grant Grants Graven Graynets Greeputy Gregilice Grenning Grice Grideent Gright Gring Grips Grive Gueds Halater Halle Halleton Haltie Hapered Harge Harhord Harkle Hawand Hazing Hearty Heshills Hipelmers Hoaked Hogge Honobaths Hopplack Hoquart Horry Hourques Hoynayce Hunipps Hutir Inver Irone Istelles Ivyrig Jader Kands Kannoss Karcheag Karright Keton Killis Kning Knion Krafy Lanes Lanno Larths Lassy Layne Lessposs Lided Lield Liffer Liftourre Linelm Loadenday Locklet Locklorke Longes Lorkel Lounes Lowels Lowsgron Lowth Lyndy Lynelmead Macops Maken Mandle Mands Mankwoott Mapplood Marde Massispor Mazull Mazulle Merreding Messboths Milve Mings Mingtood Misly Mooldge Morndays Morpiken Morting Moterer Moucke Mullold Mushith Myrivalan Naken Nakers Nalle Narchell Nestay Nesteak Nispeak Nobble Noblackey Noblourt Oartered Oartyn Onwood Ordescran Orners Ornerspse Ornwood Orreelled Ounhart Outyright Oxting Pands Parrier Parron Parte Partel Payedd Pearkde Pearrip Peatar Peathed Pebut Penstwyn Phips Pingclame Pinter Plend Poine Poise Polouned Poott Poteredd Potleonel Prell Prewood Priff Pring Prinine Prydeer Putifull Qholl Qhoraver Qords Quagnar Quarmith Quart Ragoott Raveng Rence Ridall Rockeeton Roody Rosting Rosts Rowed Rower Rowned Rowth Runder Rutch Ryeaks Saftons Saill Salwell Samerryne Sands Sapeaked Sclack Scollhoq Serrimst Sests Shaper Sholf Shorn Sision Siskyne Sisley Sitipe Skided Slarry Sleys Snald Snarch Somer Speas Spell Spill Spiold Spood Spoth Staing Staledger Starest Staure Stelly Stmance Stoneles Stroott Sughtnibb Summe Summerce Sunbul Sunkwood Swood Swooth Swoots Tacks Taingles Tapebury Tarpol Taundow Taurett Things Traident Treaketin Trifull Tring Tripps Turelds Turey Tworlett Twylan Uhlan Unbos Upclue Upolt Upoon Vackleyen Vailk Vaing Varneyen Vider Vides Viger Villays Vypropar Waggleon Waten Weahles Weehon Whight Whinch Whited Wicel Wickmad Widord Winerzyne Winew Wingolm Wistwen Woode Woodynd Woonshies Woredands Wortints Worty Wrigh Wyforder Wyger Wythet Yarke Yeaglicks Yedinste Yhore Yonets Yunion Zhang

[scamanthalikely]

OBJECT: strange cat

this cat was found in a group of many other similarly painted objects. i do not know their origin

this has been OBJECT

Francisco Maleficia Gatorando de Vasque IV is a dignified spirit of rare humor and good charm. Treat hir well with the offering of OSSIFIED MINT or SCRATCHING THING and in return find success in alchemystery, computer technologies, growing invasive species in jars, and dirt. Keep away from "Belgian" chocolate, cadmium, stonelings and Colorado (USA).

[jonathanmoya1955]

A Time for Stones

The new stones have arrived from the sea,their bruises and changes waiting for my hand to hold, let them dry and shine in the sun—to finally see them from all their different sides.These stonelings exude such a soft subtle energy,full of the rubbings from the kiss of elder stones, every flower and branch, the caressing light that endowed its finest filigrees to their evolving form.I held them,…

[lozfashionunit2]

Victorian Research

Aesthetic Movement pt1

'Beauty is the symbol of symbols. Beauty reveals nothing, because it expresses everything. When it shows itself, it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world', Oscar Wilde (1980)

The aesthetic movement can be summed up as 'Art for Art's sake' meaning that people would create beautiful pieces to escape the materialism of the Industrial Era. As a result, some of the most elegant and sophisticated items of work were created while simultaneously remodeling the domestic aesthetic.

William Holman Hunt founded the Pre-Raphealite Brotherhood in 1848 which essentially inspired artists to create pieces inspired by nature and rejected the Industrial Revolution. There were many aesthetes that ranged from artists to sculptors, one of the most famous being Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

Beata Beatrix c. 1864-70 (Tate)

After Rosetti's wife died in 1862, he painted an intensely spiritual picture as a tribute. Throughout the painting, there are multiple references to his late wife, for instance, the bird perched on her arm is the messenger of death who carries a poppy, another significant symbol for death. The sundial in the background reads 9 o' clock, the hour of her death and the two luring figures represent Rossetti and love.

This portrait was of Fanny Cornforth, Rossetti's mistress and muse for a variety of his paintings. When Dante Gabriel Rossetti died in 1882, Fanny was forgotten about, so much in fact that her date and place of death were unknown, as she was placed in a workhouse before being taken to an asylum as her health began to decline. Cornforth was listed with senile mania, weak-mindedness, poor memory and the inability to sustain a conversation (Kennedy, 2015). She identified the cause of her mental state to be being taken against her will to the workhouse.

Stonell Walker (2015) claimed Fanny to be:

'The patron saint of overlooked women. She is in the background of so many stories about other people, and she seemed finally to have vanished without trace into the shadows.'

References:

Kennedy. M (2015). From Siren to Asylum [online]. Available at: From siren to asylum: the desperate last days of Fanny Cornforth, Rossetti's muse | The pre-Raphaelites | The Guardian [accessed: 28th November 2022].

Tate (n.d.). Beata Beatrix c. 1964-70 [online]. Available at: ‘Beata Beatrix‘, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, c.1864–70 | Tate [accessed: 28th November 2022].

[stonelerr]

Can I try your stuff?

[minionler]

WELL! MY GOOD... totally not intoxicated aquaintence! Its....

-hastily done drum roll on some desk here-

2015! Where I was in a total state of BLISS, and totally NOT depression! HUZZAH! Oh, and I apparently was a magnet for dad jokes for some gosh diddley darn reason! Ain’t that a hoot! Hiyuk!

...... Oh, wow. That was hard.

My face hurts.

Its 2020. I think this place is pretty dead.

I mean. Look at that tumbleweed rolling by. Its so dead it’s making the tumbleweeds treat this place like the next nascar derby.... wow, look at it go.

[nekodorei]

Draw me eating dirt