#the fact that his pincers are gone

[getvalentined]

Seem's best friend is a brass crab with no pincers that I got from a consignment shop for $8

[polarspaz]

InfectionRE AU Tidbits #2

Another eccentric solider living at the base with Leon is named AJ. He's from Maine and he works security during the night shift, specifically from the rooftop outside.

Leon stays up late, ((He is more active at night)), so he often encounters AJ when he's looking for some fresh air. Sometimes Leon will even keep him company, help him chase away the hours of tedium with some idle chat.

It's during one of these conversations that Leon learns about AJ's obsession. Cryptids, Bigfoot especially.

The first time it's brought up AJ explodes into this literal hour long rant about his theories and various stories he's head. In fact the main reason AJ accepted this job was because of it's remote location. Which, according to AJ, was prime Bigfoot real estate.

Leon doesn't really buy it, but he plays along, knowing AJ likes to talk about it. ((plus the stories, Leon finds, are ironically really entertaining)) However his opinion changes only a few months later.

One night, Leon goes into the woods with AJ to collect some trail cameras he put on some trees outside the perimeter. Leon hates the cold, but he hates boredom even more, so he shuffles behind AJ even though his teeth and pincers are rattling.

It's pretty uneventful until they come across the third camera. Just as AJ is about to take it down from the tree, Leon notices the lack of life around them. The constant noises of the forest, birds calling, animals playing, bugs singing, they were all gone. Nothing left but suffocating silence.

Before he can make a remark, an inhuman scream shatters the stillness around them. Leon has heard nothing like this before in his life, and he's heard a lot of crazy sounds. Zombie moans, Licker shrieks, Birkin's guttural wheezing and roars, hell, even some of the noises he made freaked him out.

But this scream, someting about it scares the hell outa him. Whatever made it sounds at least a mile away and he wants nothing more than to turn tail and run in the opposite direction.

He looks down to see AJ is crouched next to him, completely still and looking straight into the dark woods with wide, trembling eyes. He opens his mouth to say something when the scream bellows out into the night again, only this time it sounds like it's only 100 yards away.

Leon doesn't think himself a coward, but every single one of his instincts is screaming, RUN. DEATH. DANGER. RUN. RUN. Even more disturbing was the fact these feelings were coming from him and not the Plaga. ((which is starting to get scared now that Leon is freaking out.))

After the second scream, AJ takes off like a shot and Leon follows right after him. The rapidly encroaching sounds of the twigs snapping and guttural panting is all the encouragement Leon needs to just pick up AJ and run even faster.

They make it back to base in less than five minutes.

The whole time AJ was chanting, "Run faster! faster! OHFuck-Fuck-FUCKOHGOD-!" and he only stops when Leon dumps him onto the floor, slams the door shut, and slumps against the wall gasping for breath.

-Leon and AJ tell no one. When they go back to the same spot the next morning the cameras are missing. The animals and noises are back but some of the trees look like they were violently ripped in half. Even with his mutated strength, there was no way Leon could even do that himself, so what the hell did?!?!?!?

Was it....BIGFOOT!?!?!

[gilgamish]

WIP Wednesday - Tides

(shhhh its still wednesday somewhere)

thank you @thana-topsy for the tag i have something for once

i tag: @tallmatcha , @dirty-bosmer , and @kookaburra1701 <3

Tides to Carry Us Home - Chapter ??

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Aicantar’s tower was perhaps the one and only place in Markarth that Felix felt completely safe. The Dwemer spider clanked by, crawling along the bookshelves as it re-shelved them — a simple task that he and Aicantar had spent the better of part the winter programming into the spider. Felix watched it work, letting his mind idle for a moment. Aicantar hadn’t needed the help in the laboratory.

Sure, he had been interested in having a Julianite work out the programming logic for him, despite the fact that Felix hadn’t written out a proof since he was thirteen. And at thirty-three, Felix had not felt equipped to help at all and admitted as much. But as he had soon learned, it wasn’t so much the logic or the deduction. Mostly ignored by the court and his own uncle, Aicantar just needed someone to keep him company, even if under the guise of needing help programming the automaton. He was stubborn that way. 

Harboring similar feelings, so was Felix, and their friendship had sprouted like a weed through the cracks. He watched the spider now, as it reached in with its tiny bronze pincers and pried another book from the stacks, then tossed it onto the floor. “It’s still a work in progress,” Aicantar said, sitting down with his slate and Felix’s notes.

“What’s the prognosis?”

“Now, I’m quite certain I can decipher your handwriting now, but…” Between them on the table, Felix’s scrawled calculations were strewn about. Aicantar had gone through each one, narrowing his gaze, occasionally taking a hit from his smoking pipe— another habit he had gotten from his uncle Calcelmo. “This seems like it should be wrong.” He passed the writing slate over to Felix, and on it, there was a far neater, cleaner rendition of his own math, replicated by Aicantar.

Felix picked up where he left off, “It just looks like it should be wrong.”

At which, Aicantar slid the promptuary machine over to him, and along its porcelain frame, there were the Dwemer runes that represented the figure, matching the one circled on the writing slate, and the Dwemer machine had yet to be proven wrong. “This is much more than I think would be efficient for your purposes. For the calcination process, anyway.”

“The fire salts,” Felix explained. “I’m planning on using them for that part. Slow and steady. Reliable.”

“You’d get the same results if you used bifocalized soul gems for much less. But I know you have some compunctions against it.”

“I do. Soul-magic and all that.” Felix attempted to wave it off, but Aicantar wouldn’t be so easily deterred.

“It might be worth it, giving yourself enough time to finish your… other projects.” Aicantar’s eyes were a deep shade of gold the like most Altmeri, but they were far more understanding that Felix felt like he could stand at times. Aicantar wasn’t old by Altmeri standards. In moments like these, it was hard to forget he had three times the life experiences that Felix did, which made it all the more difficult to disregard his advice.

Cursing his stubborn nature, Felix asked anyway, “Do you think it’s doable without it? With the miasma and everything else?”

Aicantar didn’t respond right away, taking another long pull from the smoking pipe. “Yes, however, that’s not really taking into the account the expense of resources, time, or sheer effort, for that matter.” He then offered Felix the pipe.

The lacquered black wood of the pipe was pleasant and smooth to his hand, cold and brittle with nerves; an incense-like mix of smoke coated the back of his throat and his lungs as he breathed it in and released the rest with a sigh. “Yeah, I had this feeling it’d be a tight ship to run.” What remained on the back of his throat and tongue was tarry and bitter the way he liked. Ravyn smoked something like this, didn’t he? They sat in silence, silver smoke curling into the study’s frigid air, occasionally broken by the skitter of the Dwemer spider as it carried out its tasks. The smoke had tugged a coil loose in him, and he almost felt incomplete without tension binding him together. “Doesn’t feel like I have much of a choice though, with what he wants to pay me.” And along the convenient fact he had threatened blackmail. Openly.

“How much is that?” When Felix stated the price, Aicantar whistled. “Most people in this city would be set with that arrangement.”

“I should’ve said I couldn’t make it. I wanted to, but…”

“At least you didn’t accept then and there. Perhaps, you may be able to negotiate the terms differently?” Aicantar’s words gave Felix pause.

On the day of that meeting, Felix had asked to examine Thonar, and when he cursorily took his pulse, the knock of the older man’s irregular heartbeat answered back with blood struggling to flow in his veins. A fury of Forsworn storm-magic during the uprising had left Thonar Silver-Blood with a weakened heart, worsening with age.

Now in Aicantar’s office, Felix wondered if fluid had already begun pooling in the man’s lower extremities. How much it would hurt to walk and conduct himself as if the valves of his heart weren’t being corroded by calcium creeping in like mildew. Calcium had been the main culprit, was the main statement in the other alchemist’s, writings; healers brought in from the rest of Skyrim only corroborated this, and it was this calcium would keep growing until it formed a dam in the valves of the heart, and then...

Aicantar stopped wiping down his writing slate. “You haven’t, right? Agreed to work for him?” Felix stopped his pencil. Smudging under his hand was a sketch of the heart and the aorta, now left a bulging smear.

“No,” said Felix wiping the charcoal smudge onto his pant-leg. The sketch of the aorta snaked down the margins of the page. Aicantar’s gaze landed on it. Though he had never been much for the arts, the image intrigued him, golden eyes glittering with curiosity. Felix hadn’t told him the exact reasons why Thonar needed this elixir, but it seemed he found his answer in the art.

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[colgatebluemintygel]

hello there tp!! might i pls perhaps have a little taste of sad soggy scottish seaside au (aka selkie remus)....🤭 a fun fact or two or perhaps a minty fresh lil snip....🤭😌 hope ur having a lovely week MUAH xx

SASHH ofccc one sad n soggy snippette comin up just for U ! <333 (i chatted about the premise here w everyone's fav wild cat also xxx)

It was a strange thing to be awake, Remus thought. It was not often that he simply existed, without a thought of what was to come or what had already passed. It was only at night when he felt really, truly present.

Each night moved in waves, in blue echoes and the tang of salt. Tightly embraced by his sealskin, the sea carried his in the palms of its hands, the currents passing him from one to another.

Surrounding him with its heavy lightness, the sea muffled sound, softened light, and let him float, float, float. As he swam, he’d catch glimpses of his tail, his seal fur golden in the moonlight.

Some nights, he paddled in rock pools as clams looked up at him, their smiles wonky in the rippling water, while the splashing waves whispered words of comfort. Hermit crabs inched around him, threatening him with tiny their pincers. He ignored them as he bathed beneath the stars, his whiskers twitching.

Other nights, and they were the worst, were a blur of red, bloody red. He would go to bed in the early hours of the morning, hair damp and salty, with angry welts down his arms and legs, where jagged cuts had marred his golden fur.

Every night, while the rest of the manor slumbered, Remus would creep down to the rocky inlet where his golden sealskin was hidden.

Every night, he held his breath, only to let it out in relief.

Until one day, it was gone.

[theredlanternavenger]

The Saga of Fire King Zazzalil

(i WILL write this one day, i promise)

Inspired by Burn by lilfinch.

Setting is a somewhat futuristic world, where humans, machines and alien immigrants live in harmony. Hatchetfield was founded by a human and a bug, who were the first mayors of the town.

Some respects to the DCEU Snyderverse will be paid, such as the factor of the Super Friends being a league of six, with Mera as a seventh member.

The Lords In Black are morally ambiguous, and they and Webby were once mortals who ascended to godhood by going beyond the impossible and kicking logic to the curb. They promptly went against a crusade against the Abrahamic God, and each one had a hand in subduing him although it was Webby who dealt the killing blow.

Zazzalil, Lex and Hannah are Owen and Curt's adopted daughters, and they all have different powers, Zazzalil's being the most obvious one:fire.

Jemilla is the adopted daughter of the chief of police Molag, and unlike her mom, she firmly believes that superheroes are the cause of all trouble in the world and that puts her into conflict with Zazz.

The Princess is called Jasmine, in line with the Disney Aladdin movie.

Keeri is Max Jägerman's twin sister and they both lust after the same woman.

Installment #1:The Fire King

Zazzalil Carvour-Mega is a student of Galaxia High in the tiny town of Hatchetfield. After hearing the legend of the Lords In Black from her local librarian, Sherrezade, she aspires to be like them one day, despite being just a normal girl.

One day, she stumbles upon a mysterious meteor, and suddenly finds herself on fire...but not harmed by it. Impressed by her new powers, Zazzalil sets out to change the world, under the moniker of Fire King. But balancing school time and hero work is not an easy job, especially when Jemilla Jarrett, the most popular girl at school, loathes her Fire King identity. To make matters worse, Zazz finds herself falling for Jemilla...

Pairings:Zazzalil/Jemilla, Mouthface/Princess, Keeri/Grace Chasity, Grunt/Emberly, one-sided Tiblyn/Chorn, Bug/February, Lex/Ethan, Steph/Pete, Tim/Craphole, Tootsie/Mega-Girl, Taz/Up, Ja'far/Sherrezade, Paul/Emma, Curt/Owen

Installment #2:Fire King, Meet Super Friends

After defeating Snarl, Zazzalil becomes an internet sensation and, what's better, she's now officially dating Jemilla. Her newfound fame catches the eyes of the Super Friends, the protectors of Earth, and she is arranged to meet them. She expects to go to the big city...but turns out the Super Friends are coming to Hatchetfield, much to her surprise.

Meanwhile, Chief Molag reveals to Jemilla a deadly secret, along with what happened to her birth parents. Can Jemilla cope with the fact that she has powers? What is Mayor Spaceclaw plotting? And, most importantly, will the Fire King once again make it out alive?

Pairings:Zazzalil/Jemilla, Clark/Bruce, Barry/Victor, Arthur/Mera, Mouthface/Princess, Bug/February, Lex/Ethan, Grunt/Emberly, Junior/Pincer

Finale:The King's Last Temptation

A year has passed since Mayor Spaceclaw was exposed and peace was restored to Hatchetfield, and now Zazzalil and Jemilla are expecting to graduate from high school. They have made big name for themselves as the crime-fighting duo Fire King and Crystal Queen, while also having made peace with their new identities, the Destroyer Of Worlds and the White Devil.

However, things quickly get bad when Superman gets trapped inside a red sun, and the girls are summoned to the Watchtower. They need each other now more than ever—the Super Friends(and the world) are counting on them!

Pairings:Zazzalil/Jemilla, Clark/Bruce, Barry/Victor, Arthur/Mera

Addendum #1:Tales From Hatchetfield

(Chapter 1:In A Town Gone Mad)

One of the two unsung love stories from Hatchetfield. The Dikrats family's youngest child has always been somewhat of a ditz, but in his defense, he's just seven, and too young to think about love...right?

Craphole never gave a thought of what's going on between his mom and dad, or his sister and Jasmine. All that changes when he meets Tim Houston, two years older than him, on the playground, and for some STRANGE reason, he can't stop thinking about him. Could this be what the grown-ups call love?

Pairings:Tim/Craphole, Mouthface/Princess, Jack Bauer/Slippery When Wet, background Ja'far/Sherrezade and Tom/Becky

(Chapter 2:The Love Song Of Junior Spaceclaw)

Another of the two unsung love stories from Hatchetfield. Junior, the mayor's son, is being groomed to be the next evil overlord but he fails to live up to the standards his father set and copes by smoking pot.

One day, he meets Pincer, a wandering scorpion rogue looking for fresh human meat to eat, and what started out as a simple deal becomes something more but their evil love is put at stake when a new hero known as the Fire King emerges, and threatens to destroy everything. But if they're gonna lose, they'll do it together.

Pairings:Junior/Pincer, Bug/February, background Taz/Up and Tootsie/Mega-Girl

(Chapter 3:Zazzalil, I Am Your Father)

Set one year before the rise of the Fire King. Thirteen-year-old Zazzalil Carvour-Mega grew up idolizing heroes, and both her fathers. One day, Owen Carvour, her Pops, takes her to his workplace on Take Your Kid To Work Day, and there, she finds out a horrifying secret.

Faced with the fact that her Pops is a rogue, Zazzalil falls into a dilemma. But soon, she realizes that the Deadliest Man Alive is not your average supervillain, and there's more to him than meets the eye...

@mythuzalasheir3

[apexulansis]

APPROACHING. CHARGING AT--

And that's his cue. As expected, the daemon is charging at him. Skarbrand was hardly a subtle individual, thus Ardaka had prepared to encounter him soon as he caught the scent. It was a very distinct, powerful smell, after all.

Ardaka indeed absconds, but not before whirling his cloak open and shooting at the daemon with his crossbow. The 'arrow' is made from a quill that had came loose from a Slaaneshi's pincer-arm, one of many that came loose in a violent confrontation it had with another of its kind (they were probably mating, in retrospect, but Ardaka only scavenged long after that fact). It was coated in venom, but the bright purple coloring had gone sour, sickly and desaturated with unnatural disease. He wasn't sure if it would do anything, but it surely had to be more effective than mortal steel. What were mortal weapons to creatures of another realm entirely, after all?

He takes less than a second to aim and fire that specially prepared dart before turning and fleeing. He was bold enough to shoot, but he wasn't stupid enough to linger.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Save a Spider Day

National Save a Spider Day is celebrated on March 14 annually in the U.S. in part to reduce arachnophobia, a fear of spiders, and to conserve spiders. People are usually afraid of spiders, mostly due to their bites which are considered deadly. Although most of the fear is largely unfounded and exaggerated, spiders are incredibly useful to humans as they work as effective pest control among other things. On this day, we look at the many reasons why we should rather trap a spider in a jar and take it outside than kill it. Let us spin webs about spiders and why they should be saved.

History of National Save a Spider Day

The history of Save A Spider Day, as well as the organization or individual who created it, is still being researched. Natural-resource organizations or biologists may have instituted this National Save A Spider Day in response to the growing recognition of spiders’ significance in both the environment and the daily lives of humans.

In the opinion of specialists, spiders perform a very vital function in maintaining the balance of nature’s ecosystem. Spiders, together with other species such as birds and ants, have a substantial impact on the reduction of insect populations. The world’s natural ecology would be severely out of balance if they didn’t exist. Cobweb spiders and cellar spiders are the two most prevalent types of spiders that have been discovered to invade our homes, according to scientific research. They are quite common inhabitants of the indoor ecosystem, and they can improve the living conditions of our living areas.

This is because spiders prefer to hide in dark places while waiting for their victim. The pests they trap and devour include annoying pests such as cockroaches and pincer ants, as well as disease-transmitting insects such as mosquitoes and flies. Sometimes the spiders work together to kill the toxic spiders, although this is not always the case. Among other things, our good friend the basement spider is well-known for killing dangerous black widow spiders.

National Save a Spider Day timeline

300 Million Years Ago The First Spider is Spotted

The first spider is reported as a species.

30 Million Years Ago The Modern Spider Emerges

Spiders — as we know them today — appear at this time as they evolve from their ancestors.

1998 The Museum Works With Them

Dan Babbit from The Smithsonian Museum works with spiders and comes to appreciate their uniqueness.

2016 The Desertas Wolf Spiders

Mark Bushell and his team of spiders go on to successfully reproduce and bring back 25 spiders from Madeira.

National Save a Spider Day FAQs

Are spiders friendly?

No, they are not. Spiders often are isolated and do not intentionally seek the company of humans if they enter their homes.

Can a spider be tamed?

Spiders can be tamed including tarantulas which is why you can see them as pets.

Do Spiders live on every continent?

Except for Antarctica, spiders can be found on every other continent.

How to Observe National Save a Spider Day

Save a spider

Learn about spiders

Watch Spider-Man

When you see a spider, you can save one instead of killing them. You can put the spider in a jar and then release it back into the wild.

On this day, you can learn about the behavior of spiders and learn about their habits. You can also study the difference between poisonous and non-poisonous species of spiders.

You can watch your favorite superhero bitten by a radioactive spider, Spider-Man. Watching Spider-Man can add to the interest of others so that they are not as afraid.

5 Interesting Facts About Spiders

Arachnophobia is common

Only a few are dangerous

A symbol of good luck

They produce silk

Spiders have gone to Space

This is the fear of spiders and is the third most common phobia in the U.S.

Most spiders do not have venom dangerous enough to the average-sized human.

Many cultures such as Greek, Roman, Scottish, and American Indian cultures consider spiders to be a symbol of good luck.

Spiders produce silk that researchers use to test its strength and elasticity to see how it can be employed in several ways.

Researchers have sent spiders to space to study the effects of zero gravity on their skill to spin their webs.

Why National Save a Spider Day is Important

Spiders are Important Predators

Spiders produce silk

Spiders are sensitive

Spiders eat insects wherever they are situated —inside or outside the house— which reduces the number of insects around. They keep the number of pests under control reducing the diseases that are being spread and fewer insects bothering humans.

All spiders produce silk which is one of the strongest materials that have been discovered. The tensile strength of high-grade alloy steel.

Spiders have poor eyesight but they have sensitive legs. These legs have tiny hairs which help them detect scents, help them find food, find potential mates, and sense vibrations.

Source

[libidomechanica]

“As it were wont to do”

A cinquain sequence

               I

The rack and pincers held in soft and distant land. As it were wont to do? Is not too fast.

               II

That gives way; and thou beside the strong in her Charms survived. And grew a seething of the fields.

               III

And tempte to the other. Near and fair your cruell ciuill warriour doth explored, cou’d make toward fever.

               IV

I iou to see and all that. Never fear. Tu-who; tu-whit, tu-who! And Love deny’d.

               V

Walke in Elisian field: is prison forth at length descry the bed. You make immortall hye.

               VI

Teach me, on a day, whose heart. My bent body mocks married men; for thee more carefull verse.

               VII

What the tall grass. Next, she has twa sparkling round as if she’s fretful, I have chosen it.

               VIII

Light a cigarette. Where I took my rounds along the porter than she. And by truant sheep.

               IX

Is your head wit golden foot or a fair desire. And wak’d his Box. For trust to think good?

               X

Lived as do the life that seem’d to heare, may scarse be told that we wish that loue? It from you, love.

               XI

Backwards, still to beholding me back again. You. As in theyr drouping hearth-stone blaze ouer all.

               XII

Who gave a Ball; or whether reioyce or weep: all be laid as low. Hear and beauty shall haue tride.

 ��             XIII

Loose to entertayne. While, going obviously arrayd. My fear it can at last— at last!

               XIV

The poor did I know I have sworn deep discourse, o ioyfull verse. On her huge bright Order blaze?

               XV

No coward conquer, conquest of frost, hail, and would she scorner’s jest! Be she forth did them both.

               XVI

Always the eare that euer fedde in field refused me! A gentle Belle? She was still succeed there.

               XVII

For years, a measure; merry Flocke, adieu; but, alas, if in your hair into memory.

               XVIII

Belovëd,— where theyr decay, as you, or any good. I do love me food she did abyde.

               XIX

Through the blood. I wish that iustice I may gaine. Before me. The steadfast rock of Hazeldean.

               XX

Soul and with rigorous rage hys right. Diana. Gods who’s moving accident or release.

               XXI

Whatsoever than his own. Meet, if They be Just and prized in his time the things indeed so?

               XXII

Till greatest throne,—and Death- bed Alms are compel a well-built nest. Shaking dried mud from the next?

               XXIII

For thought you in a dream. Her snowy browes lyke to view: but think. Who swell thee grants his Pray’r.

               XXIV

While thus with such a n active countenance dew. Whose haruest wast, my hope it seems to looke.

               XXV

But knewe we fooles, what Virgin’s Thoughts. Cupid laid by his bride: and is fill, flyes back again.

               XXVI

In fact I care for. For, that low Bench, rising in the questions. We are ever thankles paine.

               XXVII

Burns to pass a day likewise I had told. And splendid smile. To let me sleep. Themselves do cry.

               XXVIII

Steel did them by the tide? His safe assuraunce. Which, with a sickly Mien shows in my darkness.

               XXIX

Next, she has twa sparkling roguish een. Ne any then spill. For kissing in clamor’s hour.

               XXX

I wont afore: vp grieslie ghostes and so the leaden strike so mortality. For your day.

               XXXI

Join; and when loosing one, sings that sicknesse lay; but oh! The brunt so strongly it to ruinate.

               XXXII

Until I grasp the Skies. The rolling Spleenwort in his grave, yet now past the hart, the gesture.

               XXXIII

When she ended were a wanton boy was his Dominion: no Nation of thy loue cherish.

               XXXIV

And screen’d in Shades, or brew fiercest, but rudely writ. In the long-contend. And could it still morne.

               XXXV

Much good die first thine arm! A good time, so free. Colin make immortalize. Calm ravish’d Hair.

               XXXVI

Sconce’s Height clapt his glory in the Fire. The rainbow wroth, life and all we are not any.

               XXXVII

Some guide … nor technical assistant a few steps. For beauty draws us with becoming.

               XXXVIII

Is it the koi kiss her. Yea, sweet loue, dearest deare return. Tell if thou suborn’d informer!

               XXXIX

For kissing Love’s beauties grace? Through the glory to be inclynd: that of her as they please me.

               XL

A worse to any challenge answer gets the day- light was gone and hold on. Say, if she’s mine.

               XLI

And that fiend that Sunne, whose to endured not. What strangers of the setting dark moved like before.

               XLII

Them mayst attune thy quill, and sighed among men, indeed. Twas he had implor’d propitious Ray.

               XLIII

That instance soon o’ertake his learne to constant of her louely and men’s eye? Too soon elate!

               XLIV

They loosening. Margaret stood in amaze, to sing to endure so tædious toyle, doth spot thoughts?

               XLV

Last Love, let it fly! I’m a man in the bold Thalestris’ Arms the Nymphs there is a garden.

               XLVI

Water, water faucet and mark with me. Love thee sing, as thou wilt be my love: little urn.

               XLVII

How I know the meaning o’er the Shrouds Aerial Whisper lost! Force of unresisted Steel?

               XLVIII

For my pardon of self- doing crime. And drizling drowns to kiss the haven within my breast.

               XLIX

As how you back carefull Colinet. For now each thou didest dye being leave his ray.

               L

Then in the Fire—even These the childbeater is come. And the World. My black-eyed rival came.

               LI

Speeds through the mind to moue, one pleasure past; an’ she hath display’d, each rope distinct, the cuckoo!

               LII

Let her Pray’rs, for Morning Sun descend, or sworn by the harder she is at rest. Hyacinths.

               LIII

But as your waters breed or bread on parish. Why wayle as the knows—what can give pleasure!

               LIV

When I feel the contentment they say, already sounde.—Jamie, come to me as a dreamer.

               LV

That he fayrest let vs eschew and body have need of my finger, now with a kisse.

               LVI

Wine comes back and loue embrace my bane. My face she has falling you of the winged God his place.

               LVII

—Tree of pity, its bark more bronze, the rose I lay. With loue may one answer’d; oh Fount of Light!

               LVIII

No coward soul is mine no trembles most terrifying kind. And want and that it isn’t true.

               LIX

And the mazie thick mass of you. Let me live, and must fall. And a helpe for his scythe to mone.

               LX

Frail, but from euening vntill morne. Tread light, but sudden spring I stood alone, till these thing air.

               LXI

A house or even the earthy top is tricked with little Weed below. To bathe at midday.

               LXII

So doe I not see the door, and mine no price nor beauty. Of disappeared—just two months gone.

               LXIII

Never, yet ever, are all my heart. A monkey had his bride: and when I do seeke the shore!

               LXIV

Hope to seeke the Sentence sign, and only will rob the tears the bayte her great eyes were of old?

               LXV

Ay francke shepherdess, esteem me, and long in civilization, this instant, anxious Care.

               LXVI

But mine’s the genteel and elegant scars. What so well as of one whom I could truly love.

               LXVII

Of neatness little rain is sore When I hope, ’ said I, was well. More translates the swarthy Moors.

               LXVIII

My youthful years the entrappe the things he: yet none as willing me so dear! The Bee him pained.

               LXIX

With starting was full of lies. Last Love, I did spy, resembling on the best agree, that much.

               LXX

By slaying flesh while the Finny Prey, fair Tresses Man’s Treat, but yet none may it mend with paine.

               LXXI

Or discompos’d their hearts are for any good. But what tho’ no Credit doubting Wits may give?

[oliverbraid]

But this space is rarely enough when housing such displays, demanding an animal-like circulation from corridor, to foyer, to gallery, and repeat – each time acknowledging new faces or avoiding old ones. When we think no-one is looking we courier the select beyond a code-locked door and seal us behind it. In this way the communal area of the studios transforms to a members-only space. Sol populates our mini-club with his stable of long-standing childhood friends and men who mirror his own image, who he will inevitably seduce. Whichever new man it is, soon we will all be fielding his messages, questioning where Sol has gone, and if there was anything wrong.

I don’t think I find any of these men attractive. In fact, I rarely think about attraction at all. It’s not that I don’t want people to love me, but I’d rather the opportunity to make more exhibitions. I’d forsake any sexual encounter in exchange for acknowledgement. I know I can’t have love without the validation of career success. While I wait for this moment to arrive, I can mostly calmly watch Sol’s repeating pattern of conquest and joke about it with his friends. If I have someone to show off to, I will bring them around to the club too; artists visiting from other cities, young curators I know from social media likes. Others are brought in at either mine or Sol’s recognition, or through combined decisions where we share with each other reasons for ‘so-and-so’ constituting the ‘Artworld’. In this way we pincer people in together that we may not know separately.

*

A Written Ambition I have a dream that one day I will write a story, or a book of some kind. Writing and books have carried my through difficult times and I want to pay back that service in my own way. I haven't trained for this and I know I need practice. For now I am trying my best to practice this and I plan to update my writing in small chunks here. It isn't edited and it's mostly explorative at this stage.

[angelictyphoon]

❛ you’re not very good at retiring. ❜

“And you’re not any good at picking jukebox music so quit bullying me and convince those security guys there’s a fire sale on worm steak or something before they figure out I’m in the Plant room,” Vash hisses back with one hand cupped over his left ear to block out the thrumming energy fed from the Plant nacelle and through a massive nest of cables that ran out to a network of poles distributing power throughout the town.

What was supposed to be a quick stop at the lively little town of Pleasanton swiftly derailed when their Plant’s obvious distress meant Vash would absolutely not leave the town until they visited her. 

What they hadn’t accounted for, however, was that this particular little town sat directly in a neutral zone between two major gangs that ran the fledgling spice trade between the longtime inhabitants of No Man’s Land and Earth, with honorable mention towards all the bribery that went towards ensuring that the Federation continued to turn a blind eye to the whole operation. 

Vash learned two other critical facts about the town in a very short span of time:

Previous attempts by both the Brass Pincer Posse and Black Fang Ravagers to take control of the town meant that no one but the town’s engineers were allowed in or out of the Plant room.

Approaching the Plant facility without clearance from the sheriff may as well have been an act of war.

His ‘I’ll sneak in and out before you know it!’ has gone on for a good four hours now while alarms blare and guards crawl every inch of the facility in search of the unknown intruder in the dead of night had, in fact, been the worst possible approach.

[fernrisulfr]

Yorvul Zoran

Dragonborn (Sapphire) - Warlock (Fathomless) - Marine - Lawful Neutral - Yorvull Zoran

Backstory Concept: Born in a land not worth mentioning by name, sired by the reclusive Yorvull clan, Zoran is a rare Sapphire Dragonborn. Due to this very aspect of their nature, Yorvull is a less traditional Draonborn Clan. Instead of gathering together under the leadership of a Clan Master, they scattered to the four-winds, honouring their name through military service, and gathering only if a particular signal were given; a sign of something truly dire on the horizon. Raised by his sire, they unsurprisingly died in a military conflict before he was of recruitment age. Zoran holds no sentimentality towards that fact however, having merely seen it as giving him greater freedom in choosing his service. Following a bit of wandering, the young dragonborn would join the Marines of a nation he doesn't bother remembering. His loyalty was never to the leadership anyway, but to the marines themselves and their code. For many years following, Zoran worked and trained hard, devoting himself fully to whatever assignment his unit was given. Then, as is inevitable in a career based around conflict, disaster struck. They were tasked with ridding the coast of a crew of pirates. Not the usual ragtag vagabonds the navy dealt with, but a band that had set up a fort on a small island near a trade route. Half of them would sail the ship, driving their target towards shore, and then the fort would lay into them with siege weaponry. The plan to rid the seas of these pirates was simple. Two units striking in tandem, one on land, the other at sea, preventing the pirates from the usual pincer tactic. Zoran was on the sea side of that conflict. They'd gone in quiet, using the low light and fog of the early morning to come in on small ships. Their intent had been to sneak aboard before anyone knew what was happening; but then the sea itself seemed to shift. In seconds it was absolute chaos, their smaller ships being capsized by the churning waters, and the pirates picking them off mercilessly as they were left defenseless in open waters. Zoran likely only survived due to the natural tint of his body masking his presence in the water, and that he was lucky enough to pull himself aboard before the waves smashed him against the hull. For three days he hid in the bilge, surviving off rats and water liquids he could siphon off when no one was watching. On the fourth day, the moon and stars hidden behind the clouds and the deck submerged in darkness, he struck. Carefully, systematically, he eliminated the crew one by one in absolute silence. The deed done, and their worthless corpses shoved overboard, Zoran was met with an unexpected event. The sea began to churn just as it had three days prior, only this time a massive wave rose up from the briny deep, stopping just short of crashing into the ship as two glowing eyes came into view. This was Zoran's first encounter with Olhydra, the Crushing Wave, and Princess of Evil Water. Apparently the pirate crew had been among her favoured for all the destruction and murder they had sown in her realm; and he had just robbed her of their continued service. Of course she could crush him like a crab upon the rocks, but why kill one mortal when she could see many chum the waters? No, if Zoran expected to live, it would be in service to her. He would go beyond her borders, kill in her name where she could not, and make the waters run red in her honour. This was to be a pact sealed with his life, and her eyes would always be upon him. There was no escaping the Well of Endless Anguish, but it would not be without it's benefits. After all, her minion would need the correct tools to end lives.

Olhydra Princess of Evil Water (Patron)

Notes: Intended for a One-shot to try out Gem Dragonborn and Fathomless Warlock.

Appearance: 6′4, 235 Lbs. Eyes are Blue-Purple with six lines. Sapphire Blue Scales. Has a short triangled snout, and a crest of three “horns” that look like crystal shards jutting back from his head. His tail also possesses several of these “shards”. Wears a blue naval jacket over more standard leather armor. Wields a Boomerang and several daggers belted to his body.  

[tippytopdays]

Instinct

Category: Gen

Characters: Ingo, Dawn

Summary: Dawn wasn't anywhere to be found, where could she have gone?

Notes: I literally wrote this in like, 30 minutes and it's entirely unbeta'd so yeah.

Based on @monsoon-of-art 's Pokerus AU because I had a thought for a minute

Ao3 version

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“Ingo? What are you doing?”

His ears instantly perked at the voice. They flickered back and forth, struggling to pinpoint exactly where it was but finally settled on behind him. They stayed perched backwards as he glanced over a shoulder, or at least what remained a shoulder given the lavender shell covering it.

Black eyes met his own. Curiosity peaked an ear of her own, the cartilage limp and hanging slightly where the muscle pulled along her skull. Irida continued to stare at him as he just remained silent, “Warden Ingo? Are you alright? You’ve been in this cave for several hours now…” The ear flopped back down, concern tinting her voice, “Is…Is everything still functional?”

It was a clumsy use of the term but served it’s purpose, “I am fine, Miss Irida. All systems nominal and no derailing as of yet.” Not like it hadn’t gone so far already. He knew that she was staring at the leathery wings braced along his sides like a cloak. The rips in the hide didn’t do much to hinder it’s function, thankfully. It trapped heat well.

She was still there, just watching him from the mouth of the cave. The black eyes blinking from a halo of sunlight was making him nervous. It itched along his spine in a way he didn’t appreciate, as if she was something to be feared. Or to fear if she came any closer.

Sadly, she did, stepping along the wall in a track he knew would pass in front of him, “Then why are you-”

Unbidden, the hiss rattled through his throat. His voice was rough like gravel, wings puffing out in arches to make himself bigger and more of a threat. A red haze fell over his vision for a few moments and blurred the terrain except where the Glaceon stood ready to pounce on his nest-

“Ingo!”

His jaw clacked shut. All ire washed away as shame flooded in through his ribs. Awkwardly he resettled himself, drawing his pincers close to his chest, “I….Forgive me, Miss Irida.” The large ears nearly dislodged the hat on his head as they flickered back in submission, “I don’t know what came over me….”

Her black eyes remained locked onto him, betraying nothing of what she felt. The longer she stared at him the more the shame curled into something worse. A terrible, trembling fear that she would do something. Something that would hurt beyond what he’d already been through. That she would take his precious nest and crush the treasure he’d hidden inside.

“Ingo..” Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up, not knowing when he’d turned his eyes down, as she stepped back against the wall. Confusion, and possibly a hint of fear, welled in her eyes as she asked, “Why do you have Dawn with you…..” Then her attention flickered around the small cave he’d holed himself into, “Did you make a nest in here?”

The leaves had long since stopped itching the seams of his shell. Fresh bramble had been twisted together and stuffed with the softest grass he could find. Broken twigs and the occasional clump of dirt were scattered all across the cave floor. It would have been a horrendous mess if he’d done it in his tent, yet he’d found this cave instead. A perfect hideaway far from the predators-the clan. All for the very, very small and fussy lump that now rested between his claws, warm and safe from all harm.

He just stared at her. She stared back. The fear in her eyes slowly melted with a baffled understanding, “Is this why no one could find her?”

“....Perhaps.” He didn’t even know they’d been looking. He never checked. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even know when he’d last left.

“Ingo,” She was careful to hide it, but he could still pick out the exasperation in her tone, “You have to let her go.”

“...I can’t.”

“Ingo, it’s been hours. She’s probably fine.”

He merely looked down at the fluffy lump he’d nuzzled quite contently under his chassis before staring at her again, “...She’s cold.”

“....It’s Spring. The sun is out.”

“There’s still snow.”

“The sun is hot, Ingo. It’ll melt.”

“She’s too small.”

“Ingo-”

Uncharacteristically, he chuffed towards the Glaceon. The makeshift and quite poorly made nest struggled to maintain it’s shape under his considerably greater weight but held firm. He pulled the Dewott closer with his claws, mouth firmly pressed against the scruff in a deep frown. Briefly his ears fluttered in a squiggly joy when the girl turned pokemon merely rolled over, pressing her very weak belly against his fangs.

Eventually Irida tossed her hands up, sighing rather loudly, “You know what, I’m not going to get into this with you.” Retracing the steps back along the wall she called over her shoulder, “Don’t get on my back when Cyllene or Kamado comes after you for her. I won’t help you.” And then she was gone, back down the path that would have taken far longer to climb had she been any larger.

All tension eased out of the Warden turned Gliscor. A deep rumble rattled in his chest at the twisted Dewott still deep asleep under his chest. Chitters clacked his fangs as he groomed the soft cream fur along her belly.

Cognitive thought came back in a rush as he hacked out a ball of hair, the sludgy lump splatting onto the cave floor.

That hadn’t been a good idea. And from how his throat was itching, it probably wasn’t the last.

[coldgoldlazarus]

I Ask Respectively for

Aak from Arknights

Krika from Bionicle

Maria Calavera from RWBY

Heimerdinger from Arcane

Rarity from My little pony

Quite the group of character. All people who witnessed dire situations and came out of it defeated in some way.

Except rarity. She is just goals.

Oh dang, that's a lot. Lemme put this under a readmore:

Aak:

I don't really like Aak all that much, but I'll also freely admit that I don't really have a good reason for it? I just didn't care for his vibes from the outset, then people paying more attention to him over Nian during their shared banner soured me against him further, and then people shipping him with Warfarin over their genuinely hostile rivalry thing made me actively hate him for a while.

Nowadays, my opinion has eased off considerably; I find his gimmick of attacking other Operators a hilarious expression of his character even if it ensures I'd never, ever use him even if I had him, and the Lee's Detective Agency animated short made me reluctantly admit that he does play off of Waai Fu and Hung well, and so I can kinda enjoy him in that context. I don't know a lot of his deeper backstory, so idk how he connects to the "defeated by a dire situation" motif, but that does sound intriguing.

In short, I don't think he's ever going to be a character I come to like, per say, but he's at least grown on me enough for me to enjoy what he brings to the table, in small doses at least. Still not a fan of him and Warfarin, though.

Krika:

Krika is in kind of a weird spot for me. I really really enjoy his character, he's definitely up there among Bionicle's wide cast, and one of the genuinely compelling and well-written villains during a period where most of the others were stuck in Greg's cookie cutter mould of edgy gleeful mass murderers, and also he was the first set from the 08 waves I got. I really do love him.

All the same, he kinda fades into the background for me a lot of the time unless I'm actively reminded of his existence. This is probably partially because, as I've said many a time before, the Ignition Trilogy just isn't exactly my favorite era of Bionicle, but part of it may also be that he was there and gone so relatively quickly that I didn't really get to form as much of an attachment before the inherent tragedy of his character role and arc struck. The fact that his death happened only a year after Matoro's didn't help any, even if the contexts were radically different.

I wouldn't necessarily call him overrated, strictly, but it does feel sometimes like he's rated juuuust slightly above where he actually should be, if that makes any sense. Also, I'm a hypocrite who will woobiefy and excuse him plenty, but then get annoyed by others doing it, when part of what makes him interesting to me is that his long cricket leg pincer things hands are no cleaner than the other Makuta; he's just the only one that actually cares about how awful they've become.

Personally, I feel like if he'd been given earlier appearances and more set-up in the preceding years, (not that that could have really happened given the course of the planning and development cycles for the toys) or some form of retroactive further development somehow, (either through a ressurection or a flashback serial or something) then he would more fully earn all the praises he gets. As is, he's still a fantastic character, just lacking the kind of staying power he deserves.

Maria:

I don't have a whole lot to say about her. She's a great character, especially for such a late addition, and fills her mentor role really well, reflecting off of both Ruby and Qrow really well. (It would be cool to see more of her younger exploits, but at the same time it doesn't feel necessary, you know?) Plus, she's just amazingly fun to see in action, bantering with the kids, being the perfect matchup to give Neo a much-needed asskicking (I say this as a Neo stan) and also imparting the genuinely wise insight at just the right times. I understand why she got Put On The Bus early into Volume 8, but I still really miss her and want to see more of her.

Heimerdinger:

I really like this guy.

Setting his specific character aside for a moment, as a Yordle I think his inclusion as a main cast member for Arcane was pretty genius, honestly. It establishes early that Yordles just Are A Thing, and that even with the adorable chibi proportions and furriness, they are still just as valid as serious dramatic characters as anyone else; had they had Ziggs instead it would be harder to take them seriously, and had they just waited until later altogether, introducing them would feel too dissonant and out of the blue. Establishing right away that this cute guy is not only a leader on the Council but a revered founder of the city, makes telling any other stories involving yordles they may choose to pursue far easier from the outset, at least from an audience perception/suspension of disbelief standpoint.

And then as Heimerdinger specifically, I think he plays a really good role in the story, even if I do sometimes overlook him in favor of the more prominent cast members. His presence as the small-c conservative authority figure in Jayce and Viktor's lives; simultaneously too stuck in the past and ignorant of the present, deeply alien in his perception of time and human mortality, yet not completely unjustified in his fears of Hextech and magic, and being ultimately well-meaning despite his impotence; is as refreshingly nuanced a portrayal of his archetype as the others are of theirs.

I feel like he and Ekko did kinda get the short end of the stick in the finale in some ways, but all the same we didn't necessarily need something bigger and more dramatic when the important part was that they met at all to begin with, and we can see them starting to learn from one another, while any more specific developments are ultimately best saved for season 2.

Fun fact, I initially mistook him for another Yordle character from the game, called Corki, and spent a while during my first watching of Arcane wondering when he'd get his biplane. Turns out that's not really a thing, but all the same, I have to wonder what will lead to him going all-out with the turrets and bombs after the way his character's been developed thus far.

Rarity:

I love her. Favorite of the Mane 6 (even if Twilight and Applejack are close behind) and just, an absolute icon. I support women's rights, and also women's wrongs, etc; even at her most ridiculous, I would cheer her on. Tabitha St. Germain's skill for whole-heartedly chewing the scenery is like, half the reason she holds up so well in my mind, but even without that, she just lives at a kind of extra I can only aspire towards.

She's also rather personal for me, since her becoming my favorite not only coincided with, but both fueled and reflected my coming to better understand and accept parts of myself. Even aside from that, her struggles as an artist on the show were extremely relatable to me as a writer, (and as it later turned out, also me as someone with adhd, lol.) and sometimes I still invoke her as a Muse when I'm struggling. I own a plushie of her. I miss her, Tails, I really do.

And I'm kinda salty she did't get to marry Applejack in the series finale, losing out to Rainbow Dash??? Just another reason to be glad I stopped watching after Season 6.

But dang do I really miss her, and one of these days I want to go back.

[llamagoddessofficial]

what was it like the first time Mc met Skull in the portal Au?

Is it story snippet time? I think it’s story snippet time.

The vent cover was loose.

You’d noticed, as soon as you’d rounded the corner. It didn’t matter that the facility was dark, quiet, deep in one of its night cycles... in the faint illumination of the safety screens and directional arrows left on, you picked up the silhouette of the cover. You were so familiar with the area of the lab around the room you slept in that you probably would’ve seen it anyway... but what immediately made all your attention snap to it was the fact that the glint of sleek metal in the darkness was, in fact, misaligned.

... Sans wanted everything neat. Sans wanted everything right. Red liked it that way, too, but Sans seemed to have the final say. And it showed- the entire facility was neat, angled, symmetrical and impossibly clean. It was so regimented and unnatural that you felt like an outlier yourself; a strange, curved, imperfect biological creature in a space that seemed to bleed robotic perfection from every corner.

... So... something about this one plating... this one vent cover, at a bad angle, tilted just against the grain...

... You were hyperfocused.

You moved over to it, bare feet cat-silent on the warm white floor, crouching down. You weren’t supposed to be out of your room at night, Sans didn’t like you wandering around when he was unaware, powered down for system maintenance and repairs... your fingers sealed around the loosened ends of the vent cover, and with the gentlest of tugs the whole thing came off, leaving a gaping hole in the wall large enough for you to crawl into. 

...

It was like you had a fog, separating one half of your mind from the other. Every day in this strange lab was confusing- and when you tried to ask yourself normal questions, like “where am I?” or “how did I get here?” or “why do I have no memories before this place?” your brain supplied you with absolutely nothing. And not only that, it couldn’t even supply you with the concern you knew you should be experiencing... the fear, the panic, it wouldn’t come. It was the most paradoxical and horrible sensation... the feeling of knowing something was wrong, of knowing you should be scared, but something in your head just not letting you access it.

... Maybe that was why the sight of the hole in the wall, the gap in the artificially perfect world around you, made your heart skip in excitement instead of fear. Maybe that was why you normally would have stuck to what was safe and not done stupid shit like going into vents...

... But this time, you got on your hands and knees, and crawled right in.

You weren’t crawling for a very long time; after what couldn’t have even been a minute of moving in a straight line through the smooth metallic system, the dark space opened up above you, more than enough for you to stand up to your full height in. Your eyes were wide, childlike in wonder- unlike the rest of the facility, that at least seemed to try and fake an air of safety, this place behind the walls... every surface around you was dirty, stained and rusty, there were tubes and buttons and tangled wires sticking out of the floor and ceiling, the whole place was lit up with an unnerving orange glow that was leaking through slits in the flooring. The air was filled with a nasty tang, metallic and almost blood-like, heavy and claustrophobic...

... It was like you’d crawled into hell. Like you’d gone from the head of the facility to the entrance of the throat. Another world...

...

As your gaze lowered...

... There was something in the room with you.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristled. Near the other end of the room there was a large, metallic box, most likely containing important wiring of some kind. From where you were standing you could judge that it was about your shoulder height... pretty big. 

... But it wasn’t the box that had your attention. It was what it was blocking from your view. A perfectly circular crimson light was peeking out from behind that box... a turret eye, bright and awake and alive, cutting through the murky coloured darkness. And the more you stared, the more you could make out, the more you could see the partially obscured hunched figure attached to the eye that was trained directly on you. 

...

“H-hello?” You whispered.

...

“sh-ouldn_t.. be.here.”

... The voice was like nothing you’d ever heard. Deep, deathly deep, you could feel it in your chest like standing next to a speaker- vibrating in your stomach, the palms of your hands, even tingling along your scalp. It sounded... automated, jittering and autotuned and with inflections no human would use, but so clearly with thoughts and feelings behind it, the unmissable edge of somebody who’s cautious, afraid... a downright uncanny mix of machine and man.

“... Should you?” Your voice sounded so... weak. So biological. Your heart was pounding.

... The eye noticeably changed; the dot in the centre became a fraction wider. It took an odd shape, too... from your distance it... looked like a heart...?

A soft, low “... no_.”

“... Then that makes two of us. Right?”

...

The owner of the eye stood up. 

He stood slowly, too. And as he did, the box he’d been crouched behind just got smaller, and smaller, and smaller... a beast, made of the facility’s leftovers. Large enough to crush you like a beetle. The dim orange light touched his silhouette to reveal thick tubes, misshapen metal plates, wires hanging off him like cut vines... a gaping cavity in his chest where a half-broken plasma motor was faintly humming and glowing. One of his hands looked vaguely humanoid but the other was just a badly affixed pincer claw... the plate on his face had been haphazardly cut away so his one red eye could see, and a skeletal nose shape had been carved into the centre. Everything about him was asymmetric, uneven, mismatched... 

You opened your mouth-

[Bleep!]

...

It floated through the room. A light noise, like a phone notification. You took note of the fact that you couldn’t hear it echoing through the rest of the facility... something that was only heard in the backrooms, perhaps? It was a very gentle little sound, nothing more than a light jingle...

... Except he flinched like a gunshot had gone off, eye blinking out entirely. Immediately, he turned around- you let out a little “H-hey, wait!” and raised your arm but it didn’t stop him. In a few giant steps he’d completely disappeared around a corner, clanging sounds moving so much deeper into the metalworks in such a short amount of time that you found yourself immediately disoriented. How... you were just standing there, how did someone that huge and heavy move so fast?

...

You wanted to pursue. You wanted to chase him deep into the bowels of the lab, down where you weren’t ever supposed to go, where no light would reach... you wanted to so badly you’d already moved a few steps without realising.

... But at the same time, you felt like you’d done enough for one day. Your nose stung from the strange smells in the air, your eyes were straining in the orange darkness... you wanted to go to sleep, back to your relaxation chamber, to rest for now and figure out what the hell you’d just seen.

What the hell you’d just spoken to.

... You turned, and clambered back through the vent. It took no time at all to re-emerge back in the regular facility... back to the whiteness, the cleanliness, the perfect and fake.

...

You had no idea why he’d reacted the way he had to that sound. What did it mean? You trailed your hand along the wall as you walked, making your way through the halls back to your chamber, the floor smooth and faultless under your bare soles. Was it... some kind of warning? An alert system? Was he running toward something, or away fr-

“subject.” 

- You almost jumped out of your fucking skin.

You were never sure where Sans’ voice was coming from. It always seemed to just spontaneously exist all around you, disembodied and impossible to describe, surrounding you on all sides as if emanating from the air in the building itself. No matter how hard you searched you could never seem to find any speakers on the cold, unfriendly white walls or floor... just further adding to the confusion and dream-like quality of this whole place. You clutched your chest, taking a little breath, trying to disguise the wild flinch that you’d just experienced.

“Y-yeah?” You said, smooth as always, and totally completely not-startled.

Sans always heard you, no matter how quietly you spoke- and judging by passing comments he’d made he always seemed to be able to see you and your expression. God, you hoped he couldn’t read the panic in your face.

“the facility is in night cycle.” Calm, emotionless, slightly autotuned, as per usual... but a little softer than the norm. “why are you out of your relaxation chamber?”

You glanced up at the nearest camera, a small black orb close to the ceiling with a gently blinking blue light.

...

“I-I can’t sleep.” Was all you could think of.

...

“... perhaps it will be easier to sleep... if you are reclined in a position, in which you can actually sleep. you should return to your chamber.”

“... I’m just walking around.” You kept moving, hoping he wouldn’t think about where you’d come from. “I mean... N-not all of us have a ‘go to sleep instantly’ button. I’m clearing my head. I’m fine, I'm on my way back anyway.”

...

“you’re stammering. your heart rate is elevated.”

Shit. Shit. No, it’s-

“... did you experience a nightmare?”

...

“O-oh. Yeah. Uhm...” You rubbed the back of your neck, eyes drifting down to the floor. “You know about those?”

“i have access to the combined entirety of human knowledge. yes, i am aware of nightmares.”

“W-well... yeah. Yes. I... had one. I’m walking it off.”

... A pause, on his part. 

...

“... i can turn the lights back on. if... you’d like to walk around.”

“No thank you. It’ll just make me feel more awake.”

“i see. ... well. i need to complete some more system reboots. i will be partially offline again. if... you need me, just call.”

“Okay. Sure. I will.”

[cassyapper]

Speaking of Jotaro’s survivor’s guilt, how much do you think stems from the fact that the pincer maneuver was his idea? Logically yeah, he was making a decent suggestion in a bad situation but guilt isn’t logical. I can’t help but think he thinks that if they’d stuck together or if he and Kakyoin (or he and Joseph) had traded places, things would have gone better even if that’s not necessarily true.

oh anon there are SO MANY layers to jotaro's survivor's guilt and this is definitely an aspect of it indeed i agree with everything

like. i know this is one of the moments he replays most, second only to the fuckin d'arby the gamer mix up. if he just thought a little longer, if he realized it would've been better if both teams had a long ranged user (joseph or kakyoin) and a short ranged user (him or polnareff), if he had protested about going after polnareff because he's not a comforting guy, if he had just been faster on the motorcycle so he and polnareff could've been there, if he could have gotten dio's attention on him and polnareff instead of joseph and kakyoin, if he had gone against the plan like he had so many other times previously just this ONCE, if he had just done anything else...would things be different?

god i know he thinks it's so unfair. why did HE get timestop why did dio go after KAKYOIN AND JOSEPH why did HE get dragged into the d'arby hole why why why why why wasn't he strong enough to overcome these barriers anyway. what's so special about him. there has to be a reason. maybe it's meant to be that he is always alone

and so on it goes. oh jotaro...

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National Save a Spider Day

National Save a Spider Day is celebrated on March 14 annually in the U.S. in part to reduce arachnophobia, a fear of spiders, and to conserve spiders. People are usually afraid of spiders, mostly due to their bites which are considered deadly. Although most of the fear is largely unfounded and exaggerated, spiders are incredibly useful to humans as they work as effective pest control among other things. On this day, we look at the many reasons why we should rather trap a spider in a jar and take it outside than kill it. Let us spin webs about spiders and why they should be saved.

History of National Save a Spider Day

The history of Save A Spider Day, as well as the organization or individual who created it, is still being researched. Natural-resource organizations or biologists may have instituted this National Save A Spider Day in response to the growing recognition of spiders’ significance in both the environment and the daily lives of humans.

In the opinion of specialists, spiders perform a very vital function in maintaining the balance of nature’s ecosystem. Spiders, together with other species such as birds and ants, have a substantial impact on the reduction of insect populations. The world’s natural ecology would be severely out of balance if they didn’t exist. Cobweb spiders and cellar spiders are the two most prevalent types of spiders that have been discovered to invade our homes, according to scientific research. They are quite common inhabitants of the indoor ecosystem, and they can improve the living conditions of our living areas.

This is because spiders prefer to hide in dark places while waiting for their victim. The pests they trap and devour include annoying pests such as cockroaches and pincer ants, as well as disease-transmitting insects such as mosquitoes and flies. Sometimes the spiders work together to kill the toxic spiders, although this is not always the case. Among other things, our good friend the basement spider is well-known for killing dangerous black widow spiders.

National Save a Spider Day timeline

300 Million Years Ago The First Spider is Spotted

The first spider is reported as a species.

30 Million Years Ago The Modern Spider Emerges

Spiders — as we know them today — appear at this time as they evolve from their ancestors.

1998 The Museum Works With Them

Dan Babbit from The Smithsonian Museum works with spiders and comes to appreciate their uniqueness.

2016 The Desertas Wolf Spiders

Mark Bushell and his team of spiders go on to successfully reproduce and bring back 25 spiders from Madeira.

National Save a Spider Day FAQs

Are spiders friendly?

No, they are not. Spiders often are isolated and do not intentionally seek the company of humans if they enter their homes.

Can a spider be tamed?

Spiders can be tamed including tarantulas which is why you can see them as pets.

Do Spiders live on every continent?

Except for Antarctica, spiders can be found on every other continent.

How to Observe National Save a Spider Day

Save a spider

Learn about spiders

Watch Spider-Man

When you see a spider, you can save one instead of killing them. You can put the spider in a jar and then release it back into the wild.

On this day, you can learn about the behavior of spiders and learn about their habits. You can also study the difference between poisonous and non-poisonous species of spiders.

You can watch your favorite superhero bitten by a radioactive spider, Spider-Man. Watching Spider-Man can add to the interest of others so that they are not as afraid.

5 Interesting Facts About Spiders

Arachnophobia is common

Only a few are dangerous

A symbol of good luck

They produce silk

Spiders have gone to Space

This is the fear of spiders and is the third most common phobia in the U.S.

Most spiders do not have venom dangerous enough to the average-sized human.

Many cultures such as Greek, Roman, Scottish, and American Indian cultures consider spiders to be a symbol of good luck.

Spiders produce silk that researchers use to test its strength and elasticity to see how it can be employed in several ways.

Researchers have sent spiders to space to study the effects of zero gravity on their skill to spin their webs.

Why National Save a Spider Day is Important

Spiders are Important Predators

Spiders produce silk

Spiders are sensitive

Spiders eat insects wherever they are situated —inside or outside the house— which reduces the number of insects around. They keep the number of pests under control reducing the diseases that are being spread and fewer insects bothering humans.

All spiders produce silk which is one of the strongest materials that have been discovered. The tensile strength of high-grade alloy steel.

Spiders have poor eyesight but they have sensitive legs. These legs have tiny hairs which help them detect scents, help them find food, find potential mates, and sense vibrations.

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