#terr bear

[earlypalaeoart]

"Vue idéale de la terre pendant la période quaternaire" [Ideal view of the earth during the Quaternary period] by Edouard Riou, from La terre avant le déluge [The world before the deluge] by Louis Figuier, 1863

[terr-bear]

Street fashion friends Amari, Oringo, and Jabar! They're in a mercenary group named BKL

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I wanted to share something personal because I don't think a lot of you understand the influence of the West and its atrocities on an Arab child's upbringing. English is not my first language; I learnt it initially due to my interest in the language and Western cultures. However, seeing the true face of the West motivated me to continue learning the language to dismantle the false image of Arabs and Muslims which was portrayed by the West. I also talk about how this impacted my standing with the Palestinian cause. Bear with me as this post is long and a little messy, but I need to try and give everyone a clear and full image as much as I can.

I grew up consuming Western media due to my fascination with the English language. However I noticed the lack of Muslim and Arab representation.

When I started seeing representation later on, it was mostly Arabs and Muslims being depicted as 'terrorists' and 'barbarics'.

When a Muslim woman is depicted, she is depicted as 'oppressed' and in need of 'saving'.

I was on social media starting from a very young age. Seeing people online describe my people as 'terrorists' was not only scary, but also confusing. Why am I as an Arab Muslim child -who's living a normal childhood as everyone else- being labelled as a 'terrorist' by the West? Why are people claiming all Arab and Muslim children are trained to use guns by ISIS or/and Hamas? I remember asking my parents as a kid "Is this a real gun with the police officer?" Because I only saw weapons in movies.

I asked questions such as "Why do they think Arabs = Muslims?" The lack of acknowledgment of Christian and Jewish Arabs and non-Arab Muslims confused me.

Why were Muslim women always 'oppressed' in these movies and TV shows I saw? This is not as common as they make it seem. Why are they using the struggle of some Muslim women to demonize an entire religion? Why are they pretending to be saviours when they're actually contributing to further oppression of Muslim women? Why are they weaponizing the awful struggle of some Muslim women against the vast majority of Muslim women? (White feminism is not saving us. It's actually a form of oppression of Muslim women)

Misrepresentation bothered me and made me angry and disappointed. I couldn't finish watching a movie or an episode of a TV show if I saw any mentions of Muslims or/and Arabs, because I knew what would happen next.

When it comes to the Palestinian cause, every Arab grew up watching endless footage of Palestinians being brutally murdered LIVE. Everything and all the footage all of you are surprised to see during this genocide, were a part of our upbringing.

When I was a kid I stumbled upon a newspaper in the house with a headline about a Palestinian father who returned to his house and found all his children shot. And I remember the image very well. The father was holding a prayer mat with people holding him as he broke down on his knees. His dead children were on the floor next to each other. Seeing this image of children my age murdered by the Israeli occupation shocked me. I remember my parents having to hide the newspaper from me because of the impact this image had on me.

I had to start reading into politics at a young age, and I realized that everything that Western media was trying to portray about the West being 'civilized' was a lie. How can you be civilized if you're a murderer or/and contribute to the murder of the innocent?

When I learnt about the history of imperialism, colonialism, slavery,...etc. growing up, I recognized the pattern that colonialists use and I saw that the colonizers of yesterday, are the same as today, except Western media is doing a great job covering for them nowadays, and a lot of people only started noticing that recently.

The West seemed fascinating to me as a child, but after seeing the horrendous false images that're being portrayed of my people in the West, all of my fascination turned into anger and motivation to fight against it.

The real terrorists in the world are not the brown and bearded men, veiled women, or the innocent children. The real terrorists are the ones who set the stage for the murder of innocent people, the exploitation of their resources, using propaganda and painting an image of the innocent that cannot be more false and racist, and the fascists that put on a 'civilized' mask.

I will forever stand with my Palestinian brothers and sisters. I will forever defend my Arab and Muslim brothers and sisters, and I won't give room to any misrepresentation. Enough is enough.

Edit: I wanted to add that growing up, I was scared of telling people about where I'm from, my religion, and what language I speak due to the microaggression and discrimination I was subjected to. Not to mention the amount of times I saw on the news Arabs or/and Muslims getting killed in Western countries (aka hate crimes).

[literaryslapshot]

LUNCH ⎯ C. Berzatto

carmen interviews a new girl for the recent waitressing job at the bear, and she's been the recent reason for his journal entries the past two weeks.

carmen berzatto x fem!reader

warnings: sexual themes (18+ MDNI), cuss words, carmen being super whipped but also kind of a perv, reader is kind of a ditz but so am i, reader has tats because i do too, reader also doesnt have much dialogue bc it's mostly from his pov.

word count: 1k

a/n: not really based off any specific episode or season in the series. i just love carmy so much <3

"Chef i need you to take over for at least an hour, i got an interview in 10." Carmen instructed Sydney, walking into the office as the kitchen staff began to prepare for open. The staff- mainly Sydney, Richie, and Carmen desperately needed a waiter in house. With how busy the restaurant was beginning to get they needed more than Nat out there.

"Are you gonna hire her?" Sydney asked; Carmen had briefed her about the applicant a day prior. He sat down, refreshing himself on the resume before meeting with her.

"Well she's the only applicant so far, so I don't really think I have a choice chef," before he could finish his thought he heard the chime of the entrance door. Glancing down at the time it read 10:51.

Early, off to a good start, he said to himself quietly. He gave one puff of cologne on his neck to try and musk the smell of kitchen before going out into the front of house to start the interview. Carmen forgot how to breathe for just a few seconds when he saw her- easily the most beautiful person he's seen walk in his restaurant.

"Um- Hi I'm Carmen Berzatto, the owner, you must be Y/N?" He introduces through a deep breath and a shaky hand that he extends. She takes it with a smile, following his lead. The soft taps of her high top converse against the tile floor, the flow of her skirt twirling as she turns in front of him slightly. It's exhilarating.

"Can I get you something to drink before we start? Water, a soda, coffee?" He offers, standing tall next to the table side. She grins and shakes her head denying his offer, her sweet sounding voice making butterflies flutter around in his stomach. That hasn't happened in a while.

They make small talk for a little while, Carmen asking pre-thought out ice breakers before getting to the real questions. But if he's honest with himself he isn't even listening to her answers. He's too focused on the way her lips move and how she purses her lips when she thinks about an answer.

He's taken great notice of the tattoos she has on her arms, in similar places to his own, all black outlined like his too. one is written in french, he assumes, right above her wrist on her arm. One is two small birds on the inside of her forearm. He wants to pause the interview just to talk about what they all mean to her. Partially because he wants to hear her voice for the rest of his life. He wants to press record on his phone and listen to her talk about whatever she wants to, her voice is that angelic.

"Can I ask you what the tattoo on your hand means?" she asked and he thought he was going to faint because she grabbed ahold of his hand gently to get a better look at it. She giggled when she got a better look at the artwork.

"It's to remind me to be careful when I chop vegetables, essentially," Carmen explained with a chuckle. "What does the one on your wrist mean?"

"Terre à terre, down to earth. I dont want to stray too far from who I was raised to be, so that's a reminder. I also have a couple more in french- my grandmother was french so I have a lot of french things in my life." She pulls up the sleeve of her shirt to reveal another tattoo, "étoile filante, shooting star. The first time I saw a shooting star was on my sixteenth birthday, my worst birthday actually."

He reminded himself to close his mouth because he knew he was about to start drooling, hearing the way her silky voice sounded even better in a foreign language.

He breezed through the interview, Natalie insisting that even though there are no other applicants and she'll probably get the job, do it the right way. "I'll give you a call by the end of the week, Y/N. It was a pleasure having you today." He shows her out of the restaurant, walking her to her car for safety, of course."

When Carmen got back inside, before he got to joining the team in prepping for the lunch crowd he pulled out his journal that he started to carry with him. It was full of various things: different dinner ideas to try out on the menu for a special, addresses, phone numbers, and other journal entries. he's made a habit of journal three times a week and he has a feeling he's going to be doing it a lot more with Y/N joining the team.

-

I could eat that girl for lunch. She smelled sweet like fuckin brownies or something, rich and delicious. Her tattoos, her gold necklaces, her smile, her skirt. I feel like a perv but god i know her skin would be so soft, and she'd have the best blind reactions to recipes, and i bet she'd taste good too. I'm closing the applications, this Y/N chick is gonna be the death of me.

-

"Hi Y/N, this is Carmen from The Bear, how're you?" he couldn't even wait a full 24 hours before he hired her. Embarrassing. "I just wanted to call and let you know that we're offering you the job if you are still interested." He bit the cap of his pen with a grin hearing her cheer and laugh on the other side of the phone. "Yea- yeah that's great, listen could you start Monday? I'll get you trained n'all that."

Carmen ends the phone call and moves some papers around on his desk, printing the papers for Y/N and putting them in her folder. He couldn’t stop grinning like a kid from hearing her excited voice over the phone.

Instantly he’s thinking of a million things to write in his journal about her. But he doesn’t have time, he needs to prep the special for tonights dinner service before anything else. Carmen will be thinking of her, however. Thinking of how soft her hands must be, or how sweet her chapstick tastes. He'll think of how it'll be nice to have her around, not just the help but to have someone with a softer tone around the place, too.

He thinks about Y/N while making glaze, mixing everything together to get that perfect spicy honey taste, he's imagining how her face lights up when she laughs. He doesn't even really know her yet but he's already making up what a first date would be like. He'd take her out for coffee, go see a movie, then go for a walk. But not too late, though. Even if she might be a night owl it's still inappropriate to keep a girl out past ten, at least that's what he read in some magazine a long time ago.

"Chef you ready to prep the team for tonight?" Sydney asked, interrupting his thoughts. He stumbled, dropping the spoon into the bowl and biting his tongue.

"Fuck- yeah, yeah I am."

-

"'M gonna go over the menu with you, if m'goin too fast then stop me." He pulls up a chair and tucks his hair behind his ears. Setting the laminated piece of paper in front of her, explaining each dish to her in firm detail. Carmen watches as her french tip acrylic nails trace along the menu, guiding along the words that he says from memory.

She's impressed, shocked even that he came up with this himself. She jokes that she can't cook and it gains a laugh from him.

"I'll teach you a few things, if ya want." He didn't mean for it to come out sounding like he was hitting on her...but secretly he was. Since when was he that slick with words?

-

I can't stop thinking about her. She's on my mind all the fuckin' time. She smelled really good, must have been her shampoo. I would love to just sit with her there, not sexually. Just be. I bet she's really calm and chill. I'd love to get ready with her in the mornings, again not sexually. To spend time, to laugh, to talk. I could eat that girl for lunch.

-

When Carmen walks into the front he catches Y/N taking pictures in the mirror by the entrance. He chuckles, watching her pose and smile. She turns around and gasps, cheeks getting darker when she realizes she's gotten caught.

"Sorry, the mirror is just so aesthetic."

"That? Um, okay? Guess we have different opinions of what aesthetic is." Carmen guides her to the back counter, teaching her how to count inventory of everything.

He feels out of place- no, he feels gross when he watches her bend down. He sees a peek of white lace stick out from the band of her jeans and he knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't help his mind from wandering. He wanders about what other types of underwear she might have, if she has any special ones, what they'd feel like wrapped-

"Carmen!" Sydney snaps him out of his daydream. "Sorry to interrupt, but you have a phone call from the AC guy." He's pulled away, for the better, but he knows he's going to write about this as soon as he gets the chance.

-

I'm interested in more than just being her boss. I could eat her alive, i'd let her take a seat on me wherever she wants for however long she wants. She'd taste like....like sweet watermelons on a sunny summer day. Yeah, something like that. She can't be real can she? I don't know how long I can keep acting professional. I just know she'd be the one for me.

・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。

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[typewriter-worries]

the beast you made of me

The Truth and Grunewald, Juan Ramón Jiménez tr. W.S. Merwin | St. Michael,  Luca Giordano | The Bear - Episode 1, Christopher Storer | Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel | Fury, Yevgeny Yevtushenko | Dante et Virgile, William Bouguereau | The Terre Haute Planetarium Rejected My Proposal, Paige Lewis | Study of a Man, Thomas Couture

[workinghandinhand]

terr bear is perfect for vent arts

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Once Upon a Lamp - list of characters

In honor of Once Upon a Studio turning one year old

EXT. THE STEVE JOBS BUILDING - EARLY EVENING

The Adventures of André and Wally B.

André

Wally B.

Luxo Jr.

Luxo Jr.

Luxo Sr.

Red’s Dream

Lumpy

Red

Tin Toy

Tinny

Gumbo

Flip ‘n Beth

Ace

Clocky

Spot

Zoo Train

Chrome Dome

Rallye Guy

Fire Hydrant

Helicopter Sheep

Toypot

Frodo

Bouncy

Eben’s Car

Les

RenderMan

Knick Knack

Knick

Sunny Miami

Sunny Florida

Sunny Egypt

Sunny Jamaica

Sunny Palm Springs

Sunny Israel

Surf Death Valley

Sunny Atlantis

Toy Story (Toys)

Woody

Buzz Lightyear

Jessie

Mr. Potato Head

Slinky Dog

Rex

Hamm

Bo Peep

Mrs. Potato Head

Bullseye

Mr. Pricklepants

Dolly

Trixie

Buttercup

Chuckles

Stinky Pete

Barbie

Ken

Lots-o-Huggin’ Bear

Big Baby

Twitch

Stretch

Chunk

Sparks

Chatter Telephone

Bookworm

Peas-in-a-Pod

Forky

Giggle McDimples

Ducky

Bunny

Duke Caboom

Gabby Gabby

The Dummies

Billy, Goat, and Gruff

Toy Story (Human side)

Andy Davis

Mrs. Davis

Molly Davis

Sid Phillips

Hannah Phillips

Bonnie Anderson

Bonnie’s Mom

Bonnie’s Dad

Buster

Scud

Geri’s Game

Geri

A Bug’s Life

Flik

Hopper

Princess Atta

Princess Dot

The Queen

Molt

Slim

Heimlich

Francis

Manny

Gypsy

Rosie

Tuck

Roll

P.T. Flea

Dim

Mr. Soil

Dr. Flora

Thorny

Cornelius

Thumper

Aphie

For the Birds

Bluebird Flock

Gawky Bird

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Commander Nebula

Mira Nova

XR

Booster

Warp Darkmatter

Gravitina

N0S-4-A2

XL

Monsters, Inc.

James P. Sullivan

Mike Wazowski

Boo

Celia Mae

Randall Boggs

Henry J. Waternoose

Johnny Worthington

Scott “Squishy” Squibbles

Don Carlton

Terri and Terry Perry

Art

Tylor Tuskman

Val Little

Fritz

Katherine “Cutter” Sterns

Duncan P. Anderson

Roz

Yeti

Jeff Fungus

Banana Bread

Roger Rogers

Suzy “Sunny” Sunshine

Finding Nemo

Marlin

Dory

Nemo

Hank

Boundin’

Jackalope

Lamb

The Incredibles

Bob Parr

Helen Parr

Violet Parr

Dashiell Parr

Jack-Jack Parr

Lucius Best

Edna Mode (E)

Buddy Pine

Winston Deavor

Evelyn Deavor

Mirage

Rick Dicker

Voyd

One Man Band

Bass

Treble

Tippy

THX

Tex

Cars

Lightning McQueen

Tow Mater

Cruz Ramirez

Lifted

Stu

Mr. B

Ratatouille

Remy

Alfredo Linguini

Chef Skinner

Colette Tatou

Django

Emile

Anton Ego

Presto

Presto DiGiotagione

Alec Azam

WALL-E

WALL-E

EVE

Captain B. McCrea

John

Mary

M-O

GO-4

The Defective Robots

Hal the Cockroach

Partly Cloudy

Gus

Peck

Up

Carl Fredricksen

Russell

Dug

Charles Muntz

Alpha

Beta

Gamma

Kevin

Kevin’s Babies

Day & Night

Day

Night

La Luna

Bambino

Papà

Nonno

Brave

Merida

Elinor

Fergus

Hamish

Hupert

Harris

Fergus’ Dogs

Angus

The Witch

Maudie

Lord MacGuffin

Lord Macintosh

Lord Dingwall

Young MacGuffin

Young Macintosh

Wee Dingwall

The Witch’s Crow

Conan the Clan Dingwall Hunk

The Blue Umbrella

Blue

Red

Lava

Uku

Lele

Inside Out (Mindscape)

Joy

Sadness

Anger

Fear

Disgust

Anxiety

Envy

Ennui

Embarrassment

Nostalgia

Inside Out (Humans)

Riley Andersen

Jill Andersen

Bill Andersen

Grace Hsieh

Bree Young

Valentina Ortiz

Dani

Ally

Sofia

Nour

Coach Roberts

Sanjay’s Super Team

Sanjay

Sanjay’s Father

Hanuman

Durga

Vishnu

The Good Dinosaur

Arlo

Spot

Henry

Ida

Buck

Libby

Nash

Ramsey

Butch

Thunderclap

Downpour

Coldfront

Frostbite

Windgust

Bubbha

Lurleane

Pervis

Earl

Forrest Woodbush

Fury

Destructor

Dream Crusher

Debbie

Piper

Piper

Lou

Lou

J.J.

Coco (Land of the Living)

Miguel Rivera

Dante

Abuelita Elena Rivera

Enrique Rivera (Papá)

Luisa Rivera (Mamá)

Tío Berto Rivera

Tía Carmen Rivera

Tía Gloria Rivera

Abuelito Franco Rivera

Abel Rivera

Rosa Rivera

Socorro Rivera

Benny Rivera

Manny Rivera

Coco (Land of the Dead)

Papá Héctor Rivera

Ernesto de la Cruz

Mamá Imelda Rivera

Pepita

Mamá Coco Rivera

Papá Julio Rivera

Tía Rosita Rivera

Tía Victoria Rivera

Tío Óscar Rivera

Tío Felipe Rivera

Bao

Mom

Son

Dad

Cindy

Purl

Purl

Lacy

Office Bros.

Office Ladies

Kitbull

Kitbull

Dog

Smash and Grab

Smash

Grab

Float

Father

Son

Wind

Ellis

Ellis’ Grandma

Onward

Ian Lightfoot

Barley Lightfoot

Laurel Lightfoot

Corey

Colt Bronco

Blazey

Soul (Living World)

Joe Gardener

Libba Gardener

Dez

Curley

Dorothea Williams

Connie

Soul (The Great Before)

22

Moonwind

Terry

Counselor Jerry A

Counselor Jerry B

Loop

Renee

Marcus

Out

Greg

Jim

Manuel

Greg’s Parents

Gigi

Luca

Luca Paguro

Alberto Scorfano

Giulia Marcovaldo

Ercole Visconti

Massimo Marcovaldo

Daniela Paguro

Lorenzo Paguro

Grandma Libera Paguro

Ciccio

Guido

Machiavelli

Nona

Nona

Renee

Twenty-Something

Gia

Nicole

Turning Red

Meilin Lee

Miriam Mendelsohn

Abby Park

Priya Mangal

Tyler Nguyen-Baker

Ming Lee

Jin Lee

Grandma Wu Lee

Auntie Chen

Lily

Helen

Auntie Ping

Mr. Gao

4*Town

Lightyear

Izzy Hawthorne

Sox

Mo Morrison

Darby Steel

Commander Burnside

Alisha Hawthorne

Kiko Hawthorne

Elemental

Ember Lumen

Wade Ripple

Bernie Lumen

Cinder Lumen

Gale Cumulus

Fern Grouchwood

Clod

Brook Ripple

Harold Ripple

Alan Ripple

Lake Ripple

Eddy Ripple

Marco Ripple

Polo Ripple

Ghibli

Flarrietta

Flarry

Self

Self

Win or Lose

Coach Dan

Vanessa

Rochelle

Elio

Elio Solis

Elio’s Aunt

Ambassador Questa

Ambassador Grigon

Hoppers

Mabel

King George

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Notes

Everybody is all smiles for the group picture, from heroes to villains and everything in-between. Even characters who were otherwise sticks in the mud like Hank genuinely smile for the picture. Villains such as Muntz, de la Cruz, Lotso, Thunderclap and his gang, Syndrome, Evelyn, Randall, Waternoose, Hopper, Skinner, and Ercole, as much of evil psychopaths they were, are seen tenderly and respectfully singing along. Even Sid, who was a massive bully to Hannah, is seen giving her a kind brotherly embrace. Also, most movies’ main cast seem to be cramped together. Even the villains stand near their respective heroes, everyone in a healthy relationship with their families and loved ones are tenderly holding each other close, and many of the larger characters offer their bodies for the smaller ones.

Forky, Heimlich, Dory, Jack-Jack, Mater, WALL-E, and one of the triplets wave at the camera.

Dim and Wee Dingwall give the camera dopey smiles.

The egg-shaped bluebirds and the gawky bird stand perched above the entrance. The bluebirds are happy to have the gawky bird with them, a far cry from how they treated him in their short.

Sulley carries Boo tenderly in his arms. Helen does the same to Jack-Jack, as do Presto with Alec, Carl and Russell with Kevin’s babies, Elinor and Fergus with their triplet sons, Embarrassment with Envy, Massimo with Machiavelli, and Izzy with Sox.

Terri attempts to dance before his other half stops him.

Hank carries Marlin, Dory, and Nemo in a coffee pot.

Voyd and Abby giddily bounce in place, clearly the most excited for the photo.

Linguini carries Remy while Colette holds Django and Emile.

WALL-E and EVE hold the umbrellas from The Blue Umbrella.

HAN-S still can’t stay still, shaking aggressively as the photo is taken.

Kevin and her babies take the time to mimic Carl once again.

Maudie and the Clan Dingwall hunk share a loving look.

Young Macintosh flexes his pecs while giving the camera a cocky smile, the same type of smile given by characters like Terry, Darby, and Clod.

The Witch has her Crow standing perched on her shoulder.

Being stationary volcanoes, Uku and Lele are unable to leave their photo. Thankfully, they have Thunderclap to hold it so they can be in the group picture.

Nostalgia sticks her head out from behind Embarrassment, clearly hiding from the other emotions.

Riley, Grace, and Bree all carry Knick together while Riley’s parents carry the Miami and Florida knick knacks, Val and the Fire Hawks carry the Egypt, Jamaica, Palm Springs, Israel, and Death Valley knick knacks, and Coach Roberts carries Sunny Atlantis in her fish bowl.

Cindy, Son’s fiancée, winks at the camera as the photo is taken.

Machiavelli gives the camera his standard bored look.

Mei has her red hair, panda ears, and panda tail, continuing to embrace her panda.

Aaron Z gives the camera a thumbs up while Tae Young makes a heart with his hands.

Izzy gives Sox a neck scratch.

Alisha and Kiko’s inclusion also counts due to their backlash following the movie’s release.

[whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk]

Through the Dark (ao3)

When the ravens attack the library, Cassian suppresses every violent instinct he has in order to give Nesta what she needs. For @cassianappreciationweek day 2. (Title taken from the Hurts song The Crow)

A frozen hand takes your breath away as she leads your soul through the dark. You know that she came to break your heart but oh, when she moves you fall in love again.

It was the stuff of nightmares— the kind that had Cassian stalling, the breath torn from his throat.

He’d heard the bell ringing - a desperate peal through the city, a strangled call for aid - and he had dropped everything and took to the skies, rushing for the library beneath the House of Wind. Each ring echoed through his skull, setting his heart pounding, and he didn’t know why, couldn’t explain the dread that pooled thick in his stomach, but as he unsheathed his sword and slipped into that quiet, calm place ready for battle, Cassian felt his every nerve stand on end, every instinct bracing for something.

It was second-nature, the battle-calm that settled over him, an instinct carved into his bones. It was a low thrum, a steady beat, the sound of the bell fading as his focus sharpened, narrowed, but even though he’d entered that library ready to fight and defend, nothing in the world could have prepared Cassian for her— for the sight of her, pale and shaking. All his centuries of training failed, every lesson learned forgotten the moment Nesta stumbled from the darkness, fear carved into the planes of her face as she reached for him, her hands outstretched in a mockery of the way he’d always dreamed she’d one day reach for him.

Terror widened those silver-blue eyes, and Cassian felt it mirrored in his own veins as he lurched forwards, her fear ratcheting through his own chest as he reached her, looking her over, searching desperately for injury as his hand curled tighter around the hilt of his sword. He’d never dropped a weapon in his life, never, but—

Nesta stumbled once more, almost crumbling, and Cassian had to keep a punishing grip on that sword in his haste to get to her, to catch her before she fell. It took everything he had, and still— Nesta gasped, and the sword slipped from his hand, clattering to the stone floor as she crashed into him, sending every instinct he had into free fall. She collided with his chest, her fingers curling into his leathers, and gods— something was wrong, so wrong, and Cassian’s heartbeat thundered in his ears, even as the length of her pressed against him, her legs shaking as she sought to stay upright.

“Nesta,” Cassian bit out, and though his voice held firm, he had to work to keep it from shaking. His hands encircled her waist, the fabric of her dress whispering through his fingers as he bunched it in his palms, gripping her as tightly as he’d held his sword. She braced her weight on him, and his heart began to pound in earnest, the sword forgotten, because mother above, he’d spend so long wanting her in his arms, but not like this— never like this. Her breath caught in her throat, a broken sob as she fought for breath, and as her hand trembled against his chest, Cassian knew his grip was the only thing keeping her standing, the only thing that made her steady.

And in that quiet place inside his mind, the battle calm he knew so well…

It splintered.

It ignited.

He burned, a wave of fury coursing through him that threatened to level the entire mountain as he heard her heart trip, as he felt her shudder. He was practically vibrating with the force of it, his siphons alight and pulsing, the breath leaving him through tightly clenched teeth. One hand slipped down to her hip, pulling her closer, and he almost snarled, almost growled because—

He couldn’t bear it.

Her fear, the way her heart beat against her ribs so hard he could hear it, like the rapid fluttering of a bird’s wings. He couldn’t stand it.

But Nesta drew in a deep breath, trying to form words, and somehow Cassian reeled in that rage, that terrible, terrifying fury. Because she needed him calm— needed him to be able to take a fucking breath and help her.

“Nes,” he said again, his voice a shade softer even as he urged her to tell him what was wrong. She only shook her head, still trying to find her voice, and though only a handful of seconds had passed since she had emerged from the darkness, it felt like hours. Felt like days.

Cassian knew then that he was going to slaughter whoever - or whatever - was at the bottom of those fucking stairs.

“Feyre,” Nesta managed at last, her voice strained, frantic. Her knuckles turned white where she gripped his jacket. “Hybern— Feyre’s down there— I—“

A chill skirted his spine, and slowly, heartbreakingly slowly, Cassian placed a hand atop hers and uncurled her fingers from where they tangled in his leathers. All he’d thought about for months was how one day he wanted Nesta to wind her hands in his clothes, and yet here he was, pulling back. But there was no time to waste, not if Feyre was down there in the darkness, but even as Cassian knew he ought to be racing down to the lowest levels, he couldn’t make his legs move. He couldn’t leave yet— couldn’t turn from her.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Nesta looked behind her, at the darkness that cloaked the lower levels of the library.

“Nesta,” Cassian pushed, not letting an ounce of panic leak into his tone. He felt it though— gods, he felt it. Usually so level headed, he felt panic as he looked at her, a feral kind of urgency that had him wanting to bolt down into the darkness. Not to save Feyre. No— Rhys would fucking murder him if he found out, but no. Cassian’s urgency didn’t come from a desire to protect his High Lady. It came from a ruthless desire for vengeance, the need to spill the blood of whoever had made Nesta Archeron tremble.

Nesta pulled back, wrapping her arms around her middle. She looked down, eyelashes brushing a bloodless cheek, and she looked so fucking vulnerable that every part of Cassian’s being revolted, rioted, determined to exact a brutal revenge on whatever had made the fiercest woman he’d ever met so listless. Her shoulders curved, her lips were pressed tight together, and Cassian almost roared, the sight of her so subdued so abhorrent that he already knew it would haunt him. His lip curled, cold and unforgiving violence pulsing through his veins as—

Nesta shivered, the breath she took rattling in her throat.

And suddenly Cassian felt all of that terrifying urgency bleed away, replaced by a different need altogether now, one far less violent but no less vital. He softened, swallowing and burying every ounce of rage as gently, so gently, he curled a finger beneath her chin and urged her face up.

“Nes?” he asked, his tone softer, quiet. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t move, didn’t speak. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, her sharp tongue buried beneath some kind of depthless terror, and as she turned her face to the winding stairs, to the gaping darkness that swallowed the bottom levels of the library, Cassian’s hand shot out, his palm catching her cheek, turning her back towards him, back to the light.

“Eyes on me sweetheart,” he murmured, holding her face between his palms. Her eyes met his, and for the first time Cassian felt like he could breathe, like he’d been suffocating all along, all these years, and now, only now, could he fill his lungs, only when his hazel met her silver blue. It was something fundamental, something elemental, and gods, as he scanned her face he felt something inside pull tight, something fall into place.

“That’s it,” he whispered, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone as her eyes remained fixed to his. He heard her heartbeat start to slow, his own beating in time as the rapid rising of her chest began to ease at last. “That’s it.”

He didn’t let her look behind, didn’t let her attention drift. His world suddenly seemed to centre on her, and it didn’t matter what was happening at the bottom of those stairs, didn’t matter what would happen in the moments and the seconds beyond this, beyond his next few heartbeats. All that mattered was this, her eyes on him, her hand wrapped around his wrist as his palm lay flush against her cheek, her heart starting to slow as he brought her down from the peak of her panic.

“Feyre,” she whispered after a moment that felt like forever.

Cassian nodded, his hand falling from her cheek as her heartbeat evened out, her shallow breathing growing deeper.

Feyre— right.

He should get to Feyre.

He bent to pick up his discarded sword, swallowing thickly as his hand closed on the hilt.

“Rhys is already on his way,” he said, and though he knew he should leave, should be racing for his High fucking Lady, Cassian was still unable to move. Instead, his palm once more found home against her cheek.

“Tell me you’re alright.”

“She needs help,” Nesta countered, her voice cracking.

Cassian felt his heart stutter, and it broke some kind of spell on him, had him coming back to his senses as reality came crashing back in. He nodded sharply, grimly, and even though only a matter of moments had passed since he’d entered the library, it felt like an eternity. He looked at her again, the woman who he’d once sworn to protect, and nodded once more.

“Stay here,” he said, brushing his thumb once more across her cheek.

He didn’t know why— why he needed to touch her. It wasn’t like she was… anything to him, not really. There was an attraction there, one that had him longing to know what her skin felt like beneath his hands, but beyond that? She only ever snapped at him, and he’d only ever tried to rile her.

But it didn’t matter. Something in him had begun to keen when it saw her anguish, some part of him that hadn’t been able to bear her pain, her terror.

“Right here, sweetheart,” he added as he turned from her, heading towards that darkness. Before he plunged down into the depths of the library, he gave her one last look, taking in those silver eyes that made him weak. They steeled him, strengthened him, and as he descended, delving deeper into the heart of the mountain, the only thing Cassian thought of was her, and when he swung his sword…

It was her name that echoed on his lips.

***

Rhys had ripped out the hearts of the king’s ravens.

The blood had pooled in the spaces between his fingers, slicking his palms, but when Rhys had asked Cassian to take Feyre home, the youngest Archeron had refused, drifting to Rhys’ side and curling her fingers on his forearm, on the still-pristine fabric of his jacket. Cassian had hesitated, but Feyre had shaken her head, remaining exactly where she was, holding onto Rhys as the blood of those who had attacked her dripped slowly to the floor.

Cassian looked at that blood, watched it stain the floor, and felt a part of himself grow frantic, raging, longing to rip out hearts too. He wanted to bloody his own hands, to feel his skin thick with the lifeblood of the ones who had tried to hurt Nesta, to take her away from him. Need had pulsed through his veins, more coldly livid and terrifyingly brutal than ever before, a fury thundering through him that was a rival only to Rhys’ murderous rage. His siphons were burning, all that killing power looking for an outlet, and if Rhys felt the need to shed blood, then fucking hell, so did Cassian.

He didn’t understand it, didn’t know why the thought of Nesta being chased through the dark had him suddenly willing to decimate this entire mountain, bring it crashing to the ground, but—

There was something else, too.

A counterweight.

Something softer but no less urgent, no less forceful. Something gentler, but still enough to bring him to his knees.

Beneath that maelstrom of rage, that chasm filled with fury, there was a pull, calling him back up to the top of those winding stairs, where Nesta waited alone. He wanted to feel the blood of the ravens on his hands, wanted to let loose every ounce of the mighty power that gathered inside, but it was no match for the part of him that needed to see her safe, needed to erase the fear from her eyes. There was a part of Nesta that needed him to check the urge too, needed him to be there beside her, and even as he stood in the deepest part of the library, he could swear that he could hear her heart, calling to him through the darkness.

So as as he heard the last of the ravens’ breaths die, he left his High Lord with his High Lady and flew back to the top, where Nesta was still waiting.

“Feyre,” Nesta said as soon as she glimpsed him. Cassian nodded.

“She’s alright. They’re gone, sweetheart,” he said, and as he stepped forward… She looked like was about to collapse. Her hands were shaking. Cassian took her fingers in his, and she looked… dainty, compared to him. “They’re gone.”

Still, she trembled, and it wasn’t just a need to spill blood that was tearing him apart now, it was a need to stop that trembling, to ease her pain. He offered her a weak smile as he wrapped his palm around hers.

“You need a drink,” he said softly, tugging lightly on her hand. “Come.”

“No,” she answered, looking over her shoulder. “Not without Feyre.”

Cassian’s face softened. “I know sweetheart,” he said gently. “She’s with Rhys, and as soon as they’re done down there, I imagine they’ll both need a drink too. Let me...” He trailed off, swallowed as he felt his heart pound. “Let me take care of you.”

She turned her face to look at him, blinking in surprise, but where he’d expected a barbed retort, some sharp words, there was nothing. Nesta looked at him, and her fingers started to tremble all over again.

Cassian’s soul ached, but she let him lead her to the doors, let him take her up the steps into the main House. He took her to the House library, set her down in a comfortable leather armchair, and asked the House for a glass of brandy. Two appeared on the low table set between the sofas.

Suddenly, he was filled with an overwhelming need to make sure she was alright. It was insistent, a straining in his chest that almost hurt, and Cassian somehow wasn’t thinking of anything but her. He wasn’t even thinking of the monster at the bottom of the library, too focused on the way he wanted to fall to his knees, to look into her eyes and beg her to tell him she was alright. But he didn’t know how to start— so he knocked back his own brandy, and asked, not for the first time, “Are you alright?”

Nesta was silent for a moment, and Cassian half thought she wasn’t going to answer, but she drained her glass, her face contorting as the burn eased down her throat. “You already asked me that.”

Cassian plucked up the bottle the House had left behind, and walked over to her to refill it. She looked up at him, and there was gratitude in those eyes, the ones that were usually so ferocious. He forced himself to smirk, even though every piece of him grieved.

“And I’m asking again,” he shrugged.

Nesta shook her head, and as she lifted the glass to her lips, Cassian thought he saw her hand tremble still. And he couldn’t help it then— he did sink to his knees, discarding his own glass as he knelt beside her. When she’d drained her second lot of brandy, he took her empty glass and placed it on the side, taking both of her hands in his once more.

It felt right somehow, her fingers against his, and he looked down at them, at the way her touch curled against his. She was shaken, he could tell, and it rocked him to his core.

“They wanted me,” she said quietly. “They came for me.”

Cassian’s hand closed around hers, his grip tight. “They can’t have you.”

There was a moment, a second of silence, and Cassian breathed in deep, the scent of her soothing his frayed nerves.

“I promised to protect you once. Do you remember?” he asked.

Nesta raised an eyebrow. “How could I forget?”

He hummed a little, brushing a thumb over her knuckles.

“So they can’t have you,” he repeated, his voice firm. “Never.”

Her breath faltered, and she said nothing, only dropped her gaze to their entwined hands. Cassian wanted to wrap her in his arms, wanted to hold her until her tremors subsided, and it wasn’t lost on him that the last time he’d been down into the bottom of the library, the monster that lived down there had haunted him for months afterward— for years. He had vowed never to go down there again, and yet when he’d seen Nesta, he hadn’t even thought of the beast. He’d raced down to the bottom, and the only thing that had made the blood drain from his face was the sight of her, the only thing that made his heartbeat ratchet in fear was the sound of her voice, the way she’d gasped in terror.

He brushed the hair back from her face, tucking it behind one perfectly pointed ear. His fingers lingered, sliding down her neck so softly that it was a touch that was barely there. He looked at her— really looked at her. Her face was pale, wan, and her eyes were distant, as though she were still down in the depths of that library. Cassian wanted nothing more than the bring her back up to the surface, so he let his hand drift down her arm until he could weave their fingers together. She blinked, but didn’t stop him.

“They can’t have you princess,” he said again. “As long as I’m alive, nobody will ever come near you again.”

She sniffed a little, and Cassian leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. Soft— chaste, warm. His lips brushed her skin in a kiss that was almost sweet in its innocence, but even though Nesta’s eyes slid closed, her breathing grew no steadier. It shuddered, her chest stuttering as she tried to keep herself together, but even he could see she was just a heartbeat from crumbling all over again. Cassian couldn’t care less. If she fell, he’d catch her. So he simply rested his brow against hers and nudged her cheek with the tip of his nose.

“It’s alright, you know,” he murmured, “if you want to fall apart.”

Nesta let out a sharp laugh, acerbic.

“I mean it,” he said before she could contradict him. “The first time I went down into the bottom of the library I didn’t sleep for weeks, and I swear I had nightmares for a decade after.” He pulled back a little, just enough to look into those eyes. “So it’s alright. Fall apart if you want. I’ll be here to hold you up.”

She faltered.

“Why?” she whispered, her voice so quiet it was as though she feared his answer, feared to ask the question.

Cassian shrugged. “I promised to protect you,” he said once more, hoping that if nothing else the look in his eyes might convince her, might somehow let her know how much of him burned for her. “I meant it, Nes.”

She shivered, like his words had hit an exposed nerve. She’d spent so long building up her walls, making them solid and strong and impenetrable, but Cassian knew what it was to suffer. Nesta had been suffering every day since she’d opened her eyes as fae, and it made something within him ache. She hid her anguish behind her sharp tongue, but he’d never been fooled— he’d seen it, seen through her every time, and as she leaned on him just a little, he brought one arm up and around her shoulders, urging her closer, silently asking her to let him take the weight, to let him hold her up just until she was strong enough to scowl again.

Cauldron fucking boil him, he’d needed to shed blood today. He had needed to slit the throats of the men who had put that fear in those mercury eyes.

But Nesta had needed him - needed this - more.

And when it came to her, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t give, nothing he wouldn’t abandon.

As her head dropped to his shoulder and his hand cradled the back of her neck, Cassian knew there was nothing he wouldn’t face for her. Something pulled in his chest, some dim kind of bell ringing in his head as he felt himself heading somewhere so much more infinitely dangerous, but he didn’t dwell, didn’t think. All he knew was that Nesta Archeron was his to protect, and he…

He was hers.

In every way imaginable, he was hers.

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The 2nd of February is the Christian festivity called Candlemas (Candelera in Catalan). It's the date that ends the Christmas cycle, where traditionally people would put away the Nativity scene, though nowadays lots of people take it down soon after Three Wise Men Day (6th of January).

What does this day celebrate?

Candlemas is most likely a remnant of the Ancient Roman festival of Parentalia (last day of the Feralia), celebrated annually in February to remember the dead. During Parentalia, they did processions where they dressed in black and carried little blessed candles to the cemeteries to guide the dead people's souls.

Some say that the origins of Candlemas might also be related to another Ancient Roman festival celebrated in February: the Lupercalia, in honour of the god of fertility and shepherds Lupercus.

In the Christian tradition, this festivity celebrates when Mary brought Jesus to the temple. Biblical scholars explain that it was a tradition for Jewish women to bring their child to the temple 40 days after giving birth. Then, the child was presented to the priests and they were blessed in front of candles, and the woman was purified. Since the Christian tradition says Jesus was born on the 25th of December, 40 days after his birth is the 2nd of February. Candlemas is celebrated every year on this day to commemorate Mary introducing Jesus to the temple. The festivity was introduced officially by Pope Gelasius I in the year 496.

How is Candlemas celebrated?

Believers take candles to be blessed, and some places hold processions with lit candles. The candles are taken home to be kept, because they're believed to have protection powers.

Candlemas procession in L'Ametlla de Mar (Terres de l'Ebre, Catalonia), who celebrates their festa major on this day. Photo: IPCITE.

Unlike other festivals of the Christian calendar (like local patron saint days, Christmas, Three Wise Men Day, Saint Anthony/Three Laps, Saint George, Midsummer/Saint John, Corpus, etc) which are celebrated by everyone in our country, Christian and non-Christian alike; Candlemas is not so widely celebrated by people who aren't Christian believers. But even then, there is one thing that everyone knows Candlemas for: predicting the weather.

In Catalan we have the saying: "Si la Candelera plora, l'hivern és fora. Si la Candelera riu, el fred és viu." which means "If Candlemas cries, the winter is out. If Candlemas laughs, the cold is alive". This sums it up, if it rains on February 2nd it's believed to be a sign that winter is ending. If it's sunny, winter will still go on.

Candlemas is also the day that people in the USA and Canada hold "Groundhog Day", where a groundhog (a rodent animal) is said to predict the same.

Some mountain parts of Europe also remember this date as the day where bears wake up from their hibernation, and many of these places have some festivity about it. In Northern Catalonia, we have the Bear Festivity (Festa de l'Os). In this ancient festivity, which is still done nowadays, some people from the town dress up as bears, while others get all dirty and accompany him running through the town, shouting, whistling and playing music. Others dress up as hunters and run after them. It represents nature waking up from the winter rest, but also the danger that comes with it.

Festa de l'Os in Prats de Molló (Northern Catalonia). Vilaweb and Fabricio Cardenas.

Festa de l'Os in Sant Llorenç de Cerdans (Northern Catalonia). Photographer: Marc Velasco.

The festivity ends when the hunters bring the bear to the town centre and take off his bear skin, turning him into a human. This represents the victory of humans over nature, but scholars also point that it could come from an ancient myth from the Pyrenees according to which humans evolved from bears (for reference, we don't have apes nor monkeys in this part of the world).

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Heethan A-Z trope (Fluff with mentions of slight smutty things)

A = affection : Heethan cannot go a single day without displaying his love for you. Whether its just fluffy kisses from Heeseung’s side, or if it’s the intense makeup session from his Ethan side, you’re going to get it one way or another because there is not such thing as “not now, we’re in public” in Heethan’s book.

B = best friend : Heethan will be your best lover, but also your best friend, although he’s typically a poor best friend lol. Because of his love for you, you can’t do any wrong in his eyes. You could go and stab him in the arm, make him bleed and he’ll just look at you with loving eyes and be like “its okay baby..it’s okay..you know, red is my favorite color. I love you.” just as long as you don’t leave him, he’s good. He loves you so much, that he’ll be your best friend and always support you, but wont necessarily encourage you when it comes to things that would take you away from him (for instance, if you talked about doing an international school trip, he’d be like “naaaah..that’s not a good idea. Why don’t you do one that’s here…close to me.”) so your best interests will generally be in his heart but only if it means you’re going to be close to him.

C = cat or dog person : Heethan likes both, but when it comes to the first thing that pops in their minds when it comes to pets, it’s usually, Heeseung = cat, Ethan = dog.

D = dreams : To marry you, make you into a mommy, take you to Korea, and to keep making new memories with you. Wants to do EVERY SINGLE THING with you, such as, fly a plane with you, ride a train with you, travel with you, watch all the movies with you, go sight-seeing, decorate the house, plant gardens, just doing all sorts of activities with you.

E = evenings : Likes to stay in with you, that’s the best. Watching tv and cuddling, which will 99% of the time lead to sexual intimacies of every kind. If you want to go out for the night, they’ll be more than happy to go out because they do enjoy seeing you dolled up and looking pretty, but normally it’s only for a couple of hours and then its “time to go home pretty baby.” Or “Lets go, babydoll.” You know which is which. ;)

F = first date : He took you to that farm, Terre de Nice (land of Nice) that reminded you so much of your favorite painting and the view was breathtaking. It was after your first night with him, and you both sat on the hood of his car and admired the pasture, took a long walk around the fields of flowers surrounded by the tree line and small creek, like an enchanted forest, and held hands and had lots of fluff moments. Afterwards he took you to your favorite café and you both talked, laughed, and flirted while drinking multiple cups of your favorite drinks and eating your favorite pastries. A wholesome date.

G = giggle : Most of the time, it’s a deep chuckle or a soft scoff. Heeseung will generally chuckle lightly almost in a shy manner, boy next door type. Ethan will make mischievous chuckles and growls.

H = hugs : Heeseung = Loves to hug you with one arm wrapped around your waist, the other wrapped around your upper back, with his nose sniffing your hair on the top of your head because he loves how you smell. Ethan = Loves to either trap you by pinning your arms to your sides as he bear hugs you and rubs his chin on top of your head back and forth, or will wrap both arms around your waist and pulls you in, to the point where you’re forced to arch your back, exposing your neck where he gets to suck on it.

I = instrument : can play piano, a little bit of guitar. Loves the sound of any instrument, but his favorite is the sound of your voice. Any instrument or key that makes him think of your tone is his favorite.

J = joy : His biggest joy is you. Hands down. Even if you get him angry, he’ll punish you, he’ll reprimand you, and even might take out his frustrations on you, but he’ll never stop loving you and will always prefer to keep you. Even if….you don’t want him to.

K = kisses : Heeseung = Soft, sensual, slow type kisses. Can be pecks or make outs, either way, it’s very romantic. Ethan = Burning, passionate, heated and very sexy and messy types of make outs. Hardly will just peck at you, chances are, his tongue is going to find a way inside your mouth. There’s lots of bites, licks, and nibbles that come with his kisses.

L = love : Heeseung = Gentle and romantic type of love, with just a hint of bad boy dominance. Generally, loves to just observe you, watch how you react and just loves spending so much time with you and can sit and stare into your eyes forever. Will even find so much enjoyment just sitting in the car with you doing absolutely nothing, just so he can show you affection and stare at you.

Ethan = Dominate and loves HARD, not always sexual, but most of the time it is because that is his main love language. He communicates through physical acts and that’s how he displays his love. Like Heeseung, loves to spend time with you, instead of being observant and watching your reactions, he’ll tend to admire you by playing with your hair as you’re looking at perfumes, or finding a way to slip his hand under your shirt just to touch skin and stroke his thumb on your waistline.

M = memory : Generally every day is a cherished memory, the most memorable are (there are two) is the first time he saw you from afar and stared at you, taking his breath away. The second is your guy’s first night. He was so happy and felt unreal that he finally got you, it felt like a dream, but he was truly happy to see you the next morning next to him.

N = no (Pet peeves) : No leaving him or being away from him. Period. No major lies or tricks to get yourself away, and though he prefers that you do love him as he does with you, if you ever found a day where you just stopped or had a change of heart, it doesn’t matter, you belong to him. Try and move on or get away, you’ll be sorry….but still loved.  

O = occupation : music field. Already has something latched on because his father is the co-owner of HYBE labels. Heethan wants to someday write a song about you and either have an artist record it or he’ll sing it and record it himself. It would be number one on the charts.

P = parent : A loving and caring father. He would be amazing…but also still selfish because you’re his number one. “I know you love mommy, just always remember, mommy belongs to daddy. Someday, you’ll have your own mommy.” He would be protective and his children will be his life (after you of course) and he’ll do all sorts of activities with them, encourage them, and support them. He’ll figure out their strengths as they get older and encourage them that the sky is the limit and will always be there for them. The moment they turn 17/18, he’d be like “okay….start thinking about leaving the nest now, you’re older.” Because he’s going to be excited in having the entire house with you all by himself again. He will un-doubtly love his children, but ultimately, he knows that he can have as many children as he wants, but there is only one y/n…you’re irreplaceable. Therefore, you’re his number one in everything.

Q = quirks : he’s got a lot…obviously the whole possessive, territorial, aggressive obsession and just overall…..practically kidnapping you whenever he feels like it because he misses you and will snag you out of class to have you next to him. He’s very quirky but that’s because you (unintentionally) made him that way because he just fell so hard for you. You’re literally as important to his mind, body, and soul as much as air is important for him to breathe and live.

R = rationality : Heeseung is known to be very rational, to the point where his peers always come up to him whenever they have problems or need sound advice. Ethan is rational but….it’s just more so between him and Heeseung. Ethan doesn’t care about anything or anyone, just you…and his Eden.

S = smile : He has a very dashing smile. Heeseung will display a dashing, shy, biting his lower lip as he looks down at the ground type smile. Ethan will have a dashing and sinister smile, a very evil type grin that’s mischievous and intense. He’ll bite his lip too…to the point where sometimes he draws out blood so he can slurp on it because he gets so sexually intense with his desire and love for you that he needs a bit of pain to contain himself so he doesn’t go too primal with you.

T = together with you : very clingy, attached, won’t let you out of his sight. His obsession and love for you restricts you from your freedom a lot of times, and he knows it, but doesn’t care. You’re his world and he needs you just like fish need water.

U = unbearable : an unbearable habit that he has is the constant obsession with you, sometimes you do feel like you want to breathe and have some alone time, yet the moment you voice that out, he’ll have you changing your mind real quick because…well…its Heethan. We all know how he is in bed. So yes, unbearable habits but…temporarily so. Lol.

V = videos : wont take lots of videos or pictures of you unless your comfortable with it. He honestly rather just stare and admire you in real time. He doesn’t want to worry about snagging a photo or worry about lighting, he just loves admiring you and the fact that he has you and gets to keep you, who needs photos and videos?

W = wedding : its whatever wedding you want. If you want a luxurious and fancy, grand ball themed wedding, you got it. If you want just a private ceremony between you and him, and the priest, here you go. Whatever you want. You pick out anything and everything, he’ll make sure it happens.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about him that he doesnt tell anyone about?) : You pretty much know everything about him. If you ask him a question, he’ll answer it. He wont necessarily come out right and start telling you things about him, its just one of those things if you ask, he’ll tell you. Same vice versa. There may be a lot of things you don’t know about him still that you hadn’t thought of asking, but rest assured, when anything pops up in your mind, you feel more than comfortable in asking because he has told you countless times “you can ask me anything, ill never turn you away. I want you to ask. I love hearing your voice when you ask about me. Ask. Ask baby, and I’ll tell you….*whispers as he leans in to your face* ask…”

Y = yuck (what does he hate?) : Anyone who touches you that he doesn’t trust. Anyone who hurts you. Anyone who is mean to you. Anyone who gives you a hard time. Anyone that makes you feel uncomfortable. Anyone who calls you names. Anyone who tries to bully you. Anyone who upsets you. pretty much anything that displeases you. He also hates vegan food.

Z = zzzz : (sleepy headcanons) he used to be a heavy sleeper, but since he’s gotten you, he’s become a light one and will wake up at the slightest bit of movement you issue, all because he wants to make sure youre either comfortable, not walking away, not sneaking out, not avoiding his cuddles, or just making sure everything is good with you. sometimes he’ll just wake up because he wants to see you or he has a dream about you and wakes up so he can look at you. Or will just wake up so he can further cuddle with you and hear you breathe as you sleep. Will even kiss your cheeks and massage your breasts as you sleep because he just wants to touch you and be intimate with you, not overly, but just slightly so he can see what you sound like when you moan in your sleep…..will most times often lead to him sucking on your neck and waking you so he can…..practice making babies with you.

[yoannlossel]

[ENGLISH]

I am pleased to announce a collaboration with L'Atelier d'Offard, a world-renowned manufacturer from France (Tours). They have honored me by adapting one of my designs into wallpaper (and it is now officially available). As an admirer of William Morris' work, I couldn't have dreamed of anything better.

Atelier d’Offard perpetuates the know-how required for creation of hand blocked wallpapers as produced by the great factories of the 18th and 19th centuries. Specialized in the reproduction of old wallpapers but also in the contemporary creation, the manufacture works for a great number of prestigious places. We had the pleasure of discovering their work in 2018, in Florence, Italy, when we visited the magnificent Officina profumo-farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella.

[FRANCAIS]

J'ai le plaisir d'annoncer une collaboration avec L'Atelier d'Offard, une manufacture tourangelle au savoir-faire mondialement reconnu. Celle-ci me fait l'honneur d'adapter un de mes motifs en papier peint (et il est désormais officiellement disponible). En admirateur de l'œuvre de William Morris, je ne pouvais rêver mieux.

Atelier d’Offard perpetuates the know-how required for creation of hand blocked wallpapers as produced by the great factories of the 18th and 19th centuries. Specialized in the reproduction of old wallpapers but also in the contemporary creation, the manufacture works for a great number of prestigious places. We had the pleasure of discovering their work in 2018, in Florence, Italy, when we visited the magnificent Officina profumo-farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella.

[ENGLISH]

I created the "Thistles & Stars" pattern in 2021, for the endpapers of my book Forgotten Gods. It is a motif that evokes the theme of my book and links the vegetal interlacing with celestial symbols. "Thistles & Stars" is a contemplation of the sky from the forest, a pattern that brings earth and sky together to accompany reverie.

[FRANCAIS]

J'ai créé le motif "Thistles & Stars" en 2021, pour les pages de garde de mon livre Forgotten Gods. Ce motif évoque le thème de mon livre et associe les entrelacs végétaux aux symboles célestes. "Thistleles & Stars" est une contemplation du ciel depuis la forêt, un motif qui réunit la terre et le ciel pour accompagner la rêverie.

[ENGLISH]

To create this wallpaper, Atelier D'Offard uses the beautiful traditional technique of hand block printing: The paper is made especially for the Atelier d'Offard. It is first painted - background coating - using large silk brushes (respecting this ancestral gesture guarantees the pictorial qualities of their wallpapers). The paints used are made from natural pigments and binder (rabbit skin glue), the colors respect the principles of conservation and give the wallpapers brightness and mattness. Then, printed repeat after repeat, and possibly color after color, the "Thistles & Stars" pattern is painted by applying the board with a manual press. The pictorial layers are thus deposited, giving the finished product the material, the impasto and the chromatic richness that allow it to bear the true name of wallpaper.

[FRANCAIS]

Pour créer ce papier peint, l'Atelier D'Offard utilise la très belle technique traditionnelle de l'impression à la planche : Le papier est fabriqué spécialement pour l’Atelier d’Offard. Il est d'abord peint – couchage de fond – à l’aide de grandes brosses de soie (respecter ce geste ancestral garantit les qualités picturales de leurs papiers peints). Les peintures utilisées sont fabriquées à partir de pigments naturels et de liant (la colle de peau de lapin), les couleurs respectent les principes de conservation et confèrent aux papiers peints éclat et matité. Puis, Imprimé raccord après raccord, et éventuellement couleur après couleur, le motif "Thistles & Stars" est peint par application de la planche sur presse manuelle. Les couches picturales sont ainsi déposées en donnant au produit fini la matière, les empâtements et les richesses chromatiques qui lui permettent de porter le véritable nom de papier-peint.

[ENGLISH]

It is now possible to order the wallpaper "Thistles & Stars" by contacting the manufacture (Please read the details below):

contact@atelierdoffard.com

In order to harmonize this wallpaper with your interior, you have the possibility to select the background color as well as the color of the pattern (or several colors). The wallpaper is delivered in rolls of 50cm/10m, at a price of 294€/roll (one background colour plus one pattern colour). It is necessary to order a minimum of 3 rolls when ordering, that is to say 15m² (the technique used requires great care, calibration phases and tool changes. Therefore, during the production phase, it is preferable to make a large yardage). Here is a sample of what the company sent me. My first love is the burgundy and gold version, as I originally conceived this design, but I really like the blue / gold, red / gold and the plum / gold / purple version that I discovered.

[FRANCAIS]

Il est désormais possible de commander le papier peint "Thistles & Stars" en contactant la manufacture (Veuillez, s'il vous plaît, lire les détails ci-dessous):

contact@atelierdoffard.com

Afin d'harmoniser ce papier peint avec votre intérieur, vous avez la possibilité de sélectionner la couleur du fond ainsi que la couleur du motif (ou plusieurs couleurs). Le papier peint est livré en rouleaux de 50cm/10m, au prix de 294€/rouleau (une couleur de fond et une couleur de motif). Il est nécessaire de commander un minimum de 3 rouleaux lors de la commande, soit 15m² (la technique utilisée nécessite une grande minutie, des phases de calibrage et des changements d'outils. C'est pourquoi, lors de la phase de production, il est préférable de produire un grand métrage). Voici un échantillon de ce que l'atelier m'a envoyé. Mon premier coup de cœur est la version bordeaux et dorée, tel que j'avais originellement conçu ce design, mais j'aime beaucoup la version bleu / doré, rouge / doré ainsi que le prune /doré / violet que j'ai pu découvrir.

[ENGLISH]

Thank you to L'Atelier d'Offard for this collaboration, I am delighted to work with a manufacturer of this quality.

[FRANCAIS]

Merci à L'Atelier d'Offard pour cette collaboration, je suis enchanté de travailler avec une manufacture de cette qualité.

[super-ion]

Lisa's story

Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Context: this is my ttrpg character from the homebrew system Outside Us Nothing. Lisa is a giant squid/fungus/tentacle monster that lives in the walls of the ship. The ship has just arrived at an enormous space whale that is infested with members of her species, including her long lost sibling. At the very end of the most recent session, she links up with their sort of mycelial network and finds herself in a sort of dreamscape in a (presumably) human mental projection. I can't stop thinking about what if a Lisa was a people, so I ended up spending a couple hours on picrew trying to figure out what she would look like.

~~~

She is standing alone in the void, surrounded by stars.

She has the stereotypical build of a born freetraveler, suggesting a childhood spent in low gravity and an occasionally sparse diet. She's a bit too tall, a bit too skinny, her limbs are a bit too long for any planet born Terre.

She very unambiguously resembles the woman from the picture she keeps next to her orchid collection, with bright blue eyes and a splash of freckles across her face, but there are subtle hints of others mixed in. If you've spent any time looking at her group photos with the various crews of her childhood home, you might see features from the various human presenting individuals. Looking closer at her face, you even see hints of Kara, mercy and Order.

The roots of her hair are a dirty blonde, but most of it has been bleached and dyed a bright purple. It's shaved on one side and the rest is slightly ragged, as if she had cut it herself. Her nose, her brow, both her ears are pierced with various rings and studs. One shoulder pokes out from her oversized hooded jacket to reveal her twined roses interwoven with the beginning of that old Terre poem, suggesting that she bears all of Lisa's tattoos, rearranged to fit a human body. Around her neck is the chain you've seen her wearing in the common area, the one holding the tag from her first ship and the pair of Teuth fangs, one from each of her siblings.

Logically, you know she's never worn clothes in her life, but her wardrobe has every appearance of being both well worn and well cared for, somehow utilitarian and flashy all at once in the freetraveler style you see at least once in most ports you visit. Beneath the extensively patched and repaired jacket, she wears a tank top bearing a faded logo of an obscure entertainment vid series. Her pants have too many pockets and the torn knees reveal fishnet tights beneath. Finally, to complete the ensemble are a pair of scuffed, sturdy workboots that wouldn't be out of place set alongside the boots belonging to the rest of the crew (at least, the crew members who wear boots).

She's staring down at her hands, her fingers, her chipped and mismatched nail polish with an expression of mixed wonder and horror.

Something catches her attention and she looks up. From whatever vantage point you have, you can't make out what she sees, but the wonder and horror on her face intensify at the sight of it.

She swallows nervously. She knows exactly who it is that wants to talk to her and she is dreading this conversation.

~~~

It is picrew, so the styles are all over the place, but I feel like each one captures her vibe.

[qt-kt]

10 Song Shuffle Game

The always lovely @littleladymab has tagged me in a game of share random music! 😌

Rules: Shuffle your On Repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag people (or don't I'm not your mom)

1. Too Late to Dream by The Venetia Fair

2. On revient sur terre by Sidilarsen

3. When I'm Dead by Bear Ghost (and Mab you know EXACTLY why this is on repeat lately. My Horst song fr fr)

4. Little White Lies by Aurelio Voltaire (I play this before d&d each week bc it's one of my character songs for Calamity)

5. Act 1: S2 - New Albion 1 by Paul Shapera

6. A Little Priest from the Sweeney Todd 2023 Cast Recording

7. Vulture by Bear Ghost

8. Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

9. Sleep by Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

10. A Favor House Atlantic by Coheed and Cambria

I tag @doctor-bus @frenzyarts @f4gbutchdyketwink @keeve-trenniis and anyone else who wants to join in!!

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

will i wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Claudia has accepted that she can't bring her dad back. But she can talk to him, and all she needs to do it is the blood of a Moonshadow elf. Please note: TW's for whump, torture, blood, and probably some other stuff, too. If it's not your cup of tea, do click off and find something else to read; we have lots of wonderful authors in this fandom, so you'll no doubt find something better suited to your tastes.

Needless to say, Claudia had been through hell and back. She’d lost her leg and her pride and her family, and even Aaravos, who was supposed to be able to do anything, that was the whole point, couldn’t do anything to bring him back.

For the third time. Claudia couldn’t help a scoff, shaking her head and wiping her stained palms on the fabric covering her thighs. She’d always been persistent– stubborn, more accurately.

“You can talk to him,” Aaravos murmured by the flickering firelight, the stars under his eyes and dotting his skin twinkling prettily like rhinestones. Shortly after he’d escaped, before that first barrage of arrows had rained down, he’d shrunk to average human size and led their escape into the smoldering woods surrounding the kingdom.

He could change his size, for the most part, he’d explained. It turned out his bells-and-whistles entrance was probably scripted and rehearsed, long-awaited. Aaravos had a flair for the dramatic– he carried glitter around in his pockets.

She whipped her head up, ignoring the tensing grip on the cloth between her shoulderblades. “I can what?”

“You can summon his spirit,” Aaravos elaborated, waving a hand to turn the fire from orangey-red to magenta and smiling softly. Claudia couldn’t help wondering if he’d done this with his own daughter millennia ago, the flames her favorite color. Had she clapped her hands and kicked her legs, giggling and fascinated? Had she known how deeply and truly her dad loved her? “Talk to him. If it will offer you closure.”

She soldiered to her feet. “Well, obviously I’m gonna do that! Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

He looked down. “I did not know if…” A sigh escaped, deep and velvety and sending tingles up her spine. “If I can offer you closure, I will do it. Everyone deserves that bare minimum.”

“Is it closure, though?” Terry piped up, the first words he’d said since he’d mumbled about going off to gather firewood, still traipsing away even after Aaravos assured him that with him, they wouldn’t need wood. “Won’t it just hurt you? Can’t we let the past stay in the past?”

“No, Terry!” Claudia snapped, then recoiled at herself. She got down on her knees next to him, reaching for his cute little four-fingered hands. She bit her lip apologetically. “Sorry. I’m sorry, Terr-bear. But if this can help me, if I can even just say goodbye… I have to. You understand, right?”

He was silent for a long time, slipping his hand from her wrist up her arm and to cup her face, a warm touch she eagerly leaned into. “Tell me it will help you,” he requested– no, begged. “Look at me and tell me it will help you, that it will only be one time, and I’ll support you.”

But where was the Terry who’d trusted her unconditionally?

Viren owed her a life he didn’t have to give anymore, so the very least he could do was hear her out and take her yelling at him, let him know that what he did to her was fucked up at the very least.

And it was such a small price to pay, too.

“It will help me,” she told him, tousling his hair even as she was unsure of if the words held any real truth. It had to help her, because what could she do if it didn’t? “It will be this one time, and then-” She swallowed. “Then, whatever happens is what happens.”

He kissed her forehead, drawing her into a standing embrace and supporting her when she turned to look back to the Startouch elf. “Then I’ll stand by you.”

“What do I need for it?”

“Wait,” Terry interjected, holding out a hand he pointed accusingly at Aaravos. “Why aren’t you doing it?”

He smiled almost apologetically. “Only the mage who performs the spell can lay their eyes upon the deceased.”

Claudia squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. It’s just one. What do I have to get?”

He flicked his hair back. “Just one thing: the blood of one between life and death. The blood of a Moonshadow elf.”

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[bisexualenbyblueberry]

Rewatching two s5 episodes and I have some THOUGHTS

The little smile Terry does after Claudia kisses his cheek fjsdkfjdlskfjdls add him to the list of disaster bisexuals

I am shamelessly skipping all of Viren's dream sequences EXCEPT that one time baby Soren screeched at his ugly face that was therapy

When Corvus says 'Queen Amaya... you have been betrayed' Gren looks like he's gonna cry and it's so him

Staying on the topic of Gren, when Callum says 'is it good news or bad news' it would've costed you nothing to answer that Gren this boy already has anxiety

Kazi will forever be a favourite of mine despite the fact that their name is only ever stated once in the show

Gren's little stumble with Callum's staff is perfect you can officially add him to the list

I may be a tiny bit evil for admitting this but when I saw Claudia with her hair fully white in the trailer I was sort of hoping it was real, she's a cool villain

Everyone needs to learn sign in this show Gren and Kazi can't be there all the time

Karim yelling at god is so funny for no reason

I love how s h o c k e d Kazi looks when Rayla is yelling at Janai and how Callum feels the need to apologize for his mean elf girl

There's probably some hidden meaning behind Claudia calling Terry Terr-bear when she used to call Soren Sor-bear but I can't write a whole essay type post about it without stubling over my words and implying incest

I'm done with this for now but I'm going to do more

[anaiisdidthat]

En : New character design sheet

Jake, Duke of Ruberum

Jake is an iniamatic musketeer who occupies the life of duke of the Cursed Lands. His face bears the symptoms of facial paralysis and a blind eye which he hides behind a lock of hair. He has the habit to avoid talking about his past, unless it concerns his exploits as a musketeer. Jake expresses his current emotions openly, but he refuses to let himself be overwhelmed by memories of the past or uncertainties of the future, preferring to live in the present moment without nourishing himself with worries and fears. However, he sometimes lets out his anger at the mistakes made by his peers. It is known that Jake has a twin brother and that he conceals his true identity as a witch under a human appearance, always wearing a necklace adorned with a ruby. This dissiumlation is explained by the stigmatization of sarcrafters in society. It is assumed that Jake keeps silent about his past to avoid recognition and to protect his wizarding secret. Rumors are also circulating about a possible relationship between Jake and the daughter of the royal family. Cartains imagine a romantic romance, while others see them simply as close friends. Jake says very little about the subject and in general, even seeming not to have an answer to these questions.

Fr : Une autre fiche de Character design

Jake de Rubérum

Jake est un mousquetaire énigmatique qui occupe le rôle de duc des terres maudites. Son visage perle les sharmates d'une paralysie faciale et d'un œil aveugle qu'il cache derrière une mèche de cheveux. Il évite de parler de son passé, sauf lorsqu'il parle de ses exploits en temps que mousquetaire. Jake exprime ouvertement ses émotions actuelles, mais il refuse de se laisser submerger par les souvenirs du passé ou les incertitudes du futur, préférant vivre dans le présent sans se nourrir de peurs. Cependant, il laisse échapper votre colère face aux erreurs commises par ses pairs. Il est connu que Jake ait un frère jumeau et qu'il cache sa véritable identité de sorcier sous son apparence humaine, portant toujours un collier orné d'un rubis. Cette dissimulation peut s’expliquer par la stigmatisation des sorciers dans la société. On suppose que Jake garde le silence sur son passé pour éviter d'être reconnu et pour protéger son secret sorcier. Des rumeurs circulent également sur une possible relation entre Jake et la fille des Souverains. Certains imaginent une romance naissante, tandis que d'autres les voient simplement comme des amis proches. Jake en dit très peu sur le sujet et admet en général ne pas connaître la réponse à ces questions.