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[mutipede]

I just thought the crud floating on top of the coolant looked pleasingly disgusting

[linkedin-offficial]

is this anything . sky:cotl au

details (aka my rambling) under the cut

mostly set upon the whole idea that caine came from eden and tries to help everyone gain their wings (albeit doing a terrible job the entire time)

bubble keeps the name bubble!

they r a mantatee :3 suprisingly chaotic for a light creature and sort of has the "eat light and puff out candles" personality that caine should have but doesn't

i contemplated caine being called "the creature" just for shits and giggles (and eventually went with it) since im absolutely certain everyone who ever meets him ever would be terrified for a little bit until they realize hes sentient; he doesn't understand that the name is supposed to be sort of derogatory

caine is the only one with wings because hes the only one who can canonically fly/float!

(and yes his head is supposed to be a dark plant . i like to think im big brain for this)

the reason why his dark plant head is tinted red btw . my thought process was basically "ah yes. red = good bcus eden :]" even though thats convoluted since everyone hates eden but that makes it better in a way. i think

zooble > mismatched worksmith

"bows" given to them by ragatha as an identifier; not like theyd need one though ..

constantly making their own prosthetics due to growing boredom with their previous ones (autism™) and also carved the designs into their mask themself

kinger > reluctant royalty

same old kinger as usual .. when asked what he rules he doesnt particularly remember nor have an answer so hes usually treated with respect out of pity for being old and senile

second tallest behind jax , also the oldest (if you dont count caine i guess? whos sort of. ageless)

ragatha > plush friendfinder

matching bow with jax :3 sibling moment! (yes i like the ragatha + jax sibling dynamic . its amazing to me)

right eye does not glow and actually looks like a hollow hole if you get close enough to her face! also clothing making buddies with zooble :] she taught them how to sew without pricking themself

gangle > wrapped up theatre-goer (i had such a hard time thinking of a name .. and to be honest?? im not solid on this but WHAGEVER.)

shortest. obviously

likes to write plays in her spare time and reads them to zooble while they work

clothes are sectioned and Very flowy, and has a few (cracked and broken) masks she likes to use for play improv (and also uses for herself sometimes if she has a hard time expressing a certain emotion)

jax > towering tease (it sounds stupid but THIS is so fucking funny.i cannot resist this)

tallest OBVIOUSLY. like stupidly tall . has its advantages and disadvantages (like being able to steal things from gangle with no consequences . on the other hand. doorframes)

him being tall and having that be the only thing hes got going for him is absolutely hilarious to me and im leaning into that hard

he has a tail also, but its small and not visible from the chart

pomni > jittery jester (i had to look up "other words for anxious" for this.my intelligence is showing)

pretty much the only one i referenced real in game clothing for, which sort of fits! protag moment

this was all i really had, since other established things like their personalities and relationships arent really changed much. but this was fun to think about :3 input is appreciated !

[yume-fanfare]

angels

[assassyart]

revelation.

ohhhh it's embarrassing how i always come back to these two

[briar--rising]

It is so funny to me when people try to argue about who's 'worse', Lestat or Armand. First of all, worse by what metric? By the way they treat humans? The way they treat Claudia? Or (as it seems most people are focused on) only the way they treat Louis? And if it's by the way they treat Louis, are you judging based on what you would find worse in a partner, or by what Louis does (bc I would argue he pretty clearly has an opinion on that based on the end of season 2).

And most importantly of all, who cares??? They are both TERRIBLE. Everyone in this show is terrible! You can like morally reprehensible characters. Armand is my personal blorbo, and what he does is horrific. I can feel bad for him, and enjoy watching him, and think that his actions are heinous, and reblog art and read fanfiction of him, and analyze him without excusing him, all at the same time! And so can you with whoever you like!

Pitting these characters against one another is absurd. "Which one is less abusive" is a question I guess you can ask, but it's not a very interesting one. Much more interesting is "Why are they abusive in these specific ways? What about their trauma and personality informs their actions? Why does Louis react the way he does to each of them? What does that say about Louis? What does this show say about domestic violence in general? Are the rules different for vampires? Or is abuse abuse? Do the victims determine who should get forgiveness? Or are certain actions inherently unforgivable? Can you forgive someone when their victim hasn't? Is any of this different in fiction rather than reality? etc etc etc." There are so many interesting questions posed by the juxtaposition between Lestat and Armand and the way they treat Louis, and none of them are "but which one is worse so I can forever villify that one and hold up the other one as the paragon of what's good and right and perfect for Louis"

[shalom-iamcominghome]

How does conversion work for a trans person? I'm scared of being naked for the mikveh immersion and also the part about circumcision, I really don't want anyone to see my body naked

I feel you on that, anon. So, it will heavily depend on which branch of judaism you plan on converting to, but there will be trans-friendly and trans-unfriendly spaces within each branch. I think the best course of action is to ask around with rabbis which take in students - definitely ask rabbis what their expectations would be as a trans student. Honestly, the only reason I didn't disclose my transness immediately to my rabbi was because I could tell he'd be trans-friendly even through email.

Now, I don't know your specific circumstances, nor will I ask, but there are options depending on what you're looking for. I'm a trans guy - I don't have the obligation to go through bris, and I'm not really able to. However, I do fulfill many of the mitzvot for men, and that compromise sort of offsets the fact that I don't have any way to really go through with bris.

For the mikvah, I've heard some places will put a sheet barrier in the water so that your body isn't fully seen. From what I know, you just need people to witness (even for a split second) that you are fully immersed and not your body. This might be dependent on the movement, however.

Otherwise, the process is very similar if not identical to cis counterparts. You can fulfill a ton of mitzvot as yourself, and in general, transness doesn't really prevent you from doing that. I would definitely talk with your rabbi for any accomodations you might want in this process - it's imperative that you're able to trust your rabbi to be receptive and willing to hear you out or compromise or anything else. If you have follow-up questions, I'd love to hear them; I can only speak to my experiences, but I know that it can sometimes be comforting to know you're not the only trans convert in the world. Transsexuals have become jewish since the dawn of time; you have no reason not to be jewish if that is something you want.

[arsenicflame]

Hornigold's Izzy was the worst, of course. A version of himself that never escaped that terrible place, who lived his life as little more than an object. He still has nightmares about all the things Baz told them, about all the things he didn't.

It doesn't really surprise him, after the first ones, not at its root. To be Izzy Hands is to be someone's after all, though seeing his own face on someone so fundamentally different to him never gets less weird. The people who these other Izzys attached themselves too often left him with more questions than answers. Jack's Izzy, he can understand, from a certain view, though the man himself felt like a fever dream. The less said about Stede's Izzy the better, he's never going to forgive him for the ideas he put in his Stede's head.

Then there was Sam's Izzy.

The first thing anyone noticed about him was that he was happy. He smiled and laughed without thought, and went through life with an ease Izzy didn't think he had ever felt. The crew took to him immediately, accepting him in a way they never did the other Izzys, and certainly not their own. They prodded him and asked him endless questions, and he took every touch without a flinch and answered every question without a hint of a grumble. This Izzy was free. He was open, unburdened, trusting. He was happy.

Sam's Izzy was the one that hurt the most to see. He could accept the worst that Hornigold could've offered, that he would have suffered and been broken. It was infinitely harder to see that he had a chance to be this happy. That it slipped through his fingers.

He's never looked back before, but now? Seeing what might've been? He can't stop himself from considering the possibility that maybe he made the wrong choice back then, going with Ed.

[wandering-aloneo-o]

if anyone wants to send me absolutely abhorrent building/city/park/etc pictures (through reblogs or dms either works) it would be greatly appreciated!

think like terrible environmentally and/or accessibly speaking (or anything else along those lines)

[figthefruitfaeth]

wip wednesday

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two things

caller, you're on air

Snippet -- Two Things

Steve’s got a pretty boy in his arms. He’s not really sure how that happened. One minute he was making drinks—two screw drivers, mostly juice since he’s trying to get Robin to wind down—and the next he’s getting twisted around, hands instinctively going out to catch the body falling into him.  He blinks once, twice, then a third time has he recognizes the pretty boy as Eddie. Eddie and pretty in the same sentence. Not to mention pretty and boy. Fuck, maybe he does need glasses. Or a different drink.  He catches the moment Eddie recognizes him back, eyes going from distant to wide, a smile to match. “Steve! 

hi hi! finally feeling the fic bug biting again and figured this would be a good way to motivate me during work tomorrow, if my kind audience would do the honor of helping a fella out.

tagging my enduring loves @judasofsuburbia @kkpwnall @fragilecapric0rnn @cheatghost @snowangeldotmp3

@fastcardotmp3 @gideoncharov and anyone else i'm missing

[waitineedaname]

I have finally gotten myself together, and written the beginnings of my fake political marriage chengqing fix-it!

an excerpt from the first part:

Jiang Cheng was embarrassed to admit that this particular solution had occurred to him frequently after their last parting, when he was kept awake wondering about her safety. It wasn’t the most elegant solution, and definitely not his preferred solution, and it would easily create more problems than it solved, but… “What if we were engaged?” “Jiang Cheng, have you gone insane?” Wei Wuxian said, which was really rich coming from him of all people. Wen Qing looked like she agreed with him and this pained her.

and from the second:

“Jiang-zongzhu, I appreciate everything you are doing for me and my family,” Wen Qing folded her hands on her lap and stared him down imperiously, “But I have no intention of having sex with you.” Jiang Cheng wondered if the stress of the last week had finally pushed him over the edge and this was a hallucination caused by qi deviation. “I didn’t expect you to!”

[busycloudy]

Chapter 1: Yuu in Wonderland

things in [ ] stuff is author notes!!! Sorry for the weird writing i just wanted to do this out of curiosity lf how it'd look:3

This is a mix of both the book and movie!!

It was a beautiful day. Swans floated across the pond, flowers grew everywhere, butterflies and all sorts of insects flew everywhere, and yet your sister was giving you a history lesson as you sat a top of the tree branch, Grim sitting across the branch from you. "leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria declared for him, and even Stigand… Yuu!" She suddenly shouted to grab your attention. "Hmm...? I'm listening." You said as you made the flower crown out of daisies. As you put the final flower on, you set the crown on Grim, and it fell, covering his eyes. As he pawed it off his head, the crown flew down to your sisters head, stopping her from reading.

"Yuu, will you kindly pay attention to your history lesson?" You adjusted your positioning on the branch, "I'm sorry, but how can someone pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?" You questioned. "My dear child, there are many great books in the world without pictures" Your sister opened the book"In this world, but in my world books would be nothing but pictures" You sat up again, putting your arms behind your head

"Your world? Oh, what nonsense!" Your sister cried. "Now..." She continued. "Nonsense?" You cut off. "That's it Grim!" You picked up the cat. "If I had a world of my own, everything would nonsense! Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't! And contrariwise, what it is, wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would!" Even Grim shook his head in confusion, then meowing."In my world you wouldn't say "meow" You'd say 'Yes Mx.Yuu' " You got off the tree branch and bowed."Meow?" Grim said again"Oh but yes you would!"

You picked him up."You'd be just like people, Grim, and all the other animals too" You smiled as you walked into the flower field, Grim in arms."Why, in my world cats and rabbits would live in fancy little houses, and be dresses in shoes and hats and trousers!"" You put a flower on Grim's head."In a world of my own, all the flowers would have very special powers" You laid down on the grassy field. "They'd sit and talk to me for hours."When I'm lonely in a world of my own, there'd be new birds, lot's of nice and friendly how-de-do birds" You nodded your head to the blue bird near you."I could listen to a babbling brook and hear a song that I'd understand" You watched the river water flow around the rocks.

You layed down on the grass, hands holding your head. "I wish it could be that way" You sighed."My world would be a wonderland " You looked at your reflection in the water. Grim scratched at your arm, looking st something hop on rocks to get across the river. "Oh, Grim it's just a green rabbit with a waistcoat and watch-" You realized that is quite odd as no rabbit has green fur, nor wears a waistcoat and watch.

"Oh dear, I'm late I'm late im late!" The strange green haired rabbit said, watch in hand. They continued running."Im curious... What could a rabbit possibly be late for?" And you ran after them."I'm late I'm late I'm late for a very important date! So time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late I'm late I'm late!"You talked to Grim as you ran after the strange animal "It must be awfully important, maybe a party or something?" You pondered. "Mr Rabbit wait!"

"No,no,no,no,no! Im overdue I'm really in a stew no time to say goodbye, hello! I'm late, I'm late I'm late!" and he disappeared into a rabbit hole. You stuck your head into the rabbit whole with Grim. "My, what an odd place to have a party!"

"You know, Grim, we really shouldn't be doing this" You tried fitting your whole body in the den. "Afterall, we haven't been invited and curiosity often-" You fell off into a hole, Grim waiting atop as he stopped himself from falling. "Goodbye, Grim!" And he waved goodbye also.

"Well after this I shall think nothing of falling downstairs" You turned on a lamp on a table to see that that you were surrounded by furniture, and music played in the background as you continued falling slowly. You took a book off a table to see it was filled with images. "Goodness what if I shall fall right through the center of the earth.." You wondered, for you have been falling for so long you may have even gone through earth, and that would be an odd thing, surely!

Eventually you landed on hard floor and saw the rabbit running away to somewhere, where you still don't know."Oh, oh Mr Rabbit wait!" You called out, following the odd green fur through a hallway. It turned a corner, "Oh my whiskers how late it's getting!" It continued to exclaim, and you followed, but when you turned that very same corner the rabbit was not to be found, but rather a low long hall brightly lit up by lamps hanging from the roof.

This hall was surrounded by doors. You tried opening every single one of them, but none would budge open! You moped about the hall, wondering how you'd ever get out, but as you moped you ran into a three legged table with a little golden key on top. Of course your thought was that the golden key had to work on one of these locked doors, but alas non worked..However, you came across a low curtain you failed to notice before with a little door about 15 inches high behind it. You tried the little golden key, and it fit perfect! You tried to open the door, and as you turned the knob a strange noise was made by it, causing you to jump back.

"I..beg your pardon" You stated in wonder. The doorknob sort of moved as if it just sneezed. "Quite alright, but you did give me quite a turn" It said calmly. "You see-" You began talking again but it interrupted "Rather good, what? Door knob, turn!!" It chuckled at itself. "Please sir-" You got cut off yet again. "Well, one good turn deserved another, what can I do for you?" It (finally) stopped.

"Well I'm looking for a green rabbit"

"Eh?" The doorknob open it's mouth wide for you to look through the door, and through it you saw just the same green rabbit with a trenchcoat you was talking about!

"There he is!" You reached to open the door.

"Sorry, you're much too big" The little door said. Now that you thought of it, you was, as the door was no bigger than a rat hole."Why don't you try the bottle on the table?" You walk back at the three legged table and there was a little bottle with a paper attached to it, saying "DRINK ME" gorgeously printed in large letters.

Of course you weren't going to immediately do that! "No I'll look first and see if it's market poison or not" For you have read many stories of people getting burnt and eaten by beasts, among other unpleasant things, all because they could not remember the rules they had been told, such as; A red hot poker would burn you if you hold it too long, and if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife it usually bleeds, and you had never forgotten that if you drink a bottle marked "poison" it is almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later. However, the bottle was not marked poison and so you drank it, and it tasted very nice, a mix of many things, but delicious nonetheless, therefore you finished it off.

"What a curious feeling" And so it was, as you was now only ten inches high! Your face brightened as you was now small enough to fit through the little door into the lovely garden where the rabbit was. First, however, you waited for a few minutes to see if you was going to shrink any further. You felt a little nervous about this, “ for it might end, you know,” you said to yourself, "Going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?” And you tried to think what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, but you failed to remember seeing such things.

After a bit you thought going to the door now would be just fine, but alas you forgot the golden key on the table you now could not possibly reach! You tried climbing the table hut it was just too slippery. You sat yourself down and cried after trying and trying.

"Come now there's no reason to cry like that" You said to yourself. " I advise you to go off this moment!" You generally gave yourself good advice, and sometimes scolding yourself so severely it brings tears to your eyes.[Authors Note: Don't do this please ily/p whoever is reading this be nice to urself:3] You remembered you once tried to box your own ears for cheating in a game of croquet you played against yourself, as you was fond of pretending to be two people. "But it's no use pretending to be two people now! Why, there's hardly enough of me to make one respectable person!" You exclaimed [Falsely]

Soon your eye spotted a little cake with "EAT ME" on it "Well, I’ll eat it,” you said, “and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key, while if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door, so either way I’ll get into the garden!” You held your head anxiously to see which way you was growing, and was surprised to find you remained the same height, although this is what normally happens when one eats cake, You had gotten used to odd things happening

You very soon finished the cake as it seemed to have no effect.

[airenyah]

Joke & Atom vs. bridges with a glass floor ft. their boyfriends as moral support

[thecruellestmonth]

Things I'm seeing the Fanon Stans (/pos /affectionate /neutral) pick up lately:

al Ghuls are highly educated doctors ✅️✅️ <- true and correct and canon 👌

Duke hates Dick 🆗️ <- extrapolation and exaggeration but funny and potential-ful

You can identify a Fanon Stan when they preface their statements with "I'm pretty sure that..." or "Well didn't [thing] happen in canon?" and then repeat a cherry-picked or exaggerated version of canon filtered through the silly/venting/manipulative account of a Canon Stan.

[palaceoftears]

Something about these two scenes being in the same episode makes me feral

[lululeighsworld]

Lorah: Lilac Knight's Love

Artist: @littledashdraws

Wanted to share this commission by Dash, who so lovingly illustrated my vision for Gunter's first wife!! Although Lorah's lived in my head since 2017, this is the first time I've had her drawn. Because I'm so thrilled over this art, I put together a little introduction for her!! you can read more about her below~

Residence: Duet Mountains Occupation: Farmer •❀• Bedside Nurse •❀• Homemaker Birthday: July 11 Gender: Female Relatives: Gunter (Husband) Katerina (Daughter)* Personality: Shy •❀• Bubbly •❀• Optimistic Hobbies: Crafting •❀• Gardening •❀• Baking Age: 21 (when she first meets Gunter) •❀• 36 (at death)

A Nohrian commoner whose known the kingdom's southern mountain range and neighbouring valleys her entire life, Lorah was a recognizable resident of her town even though she kept to herself. Learning the basics of herbal remedies from a young age, she would split her time between tending to the fields and easing the woes of the sick. In adulthood, she would chance upon meeting a Nohrian Great Knight during her town's annual spring festival. The couple's engagement, after seven years of courting, had become one of the most highly anticipated moments amongst the townsfolk.

*NOT the Nohrian Queen. I named their kid before I realized what Xander's mom's name was and by that point I was already ATTACHED (tell me Caterpillar is not the cutest nickname). So now the reason they share a name is lore relevant (which is a part of this fic!).

divider by saradika

[dragon-spaghetti]

This is Rosé and Dai's dynamic btw