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BLACK SAILS (2014–2017) THE RINGS OF POWER (2022–)
#black sails#the rings of power#gifs*#parallels*#blacksailsedit#tropedit#ropedit#tvedit#dailyflicks#useroptional#cinemapix#chewieblog#cinematv#tvarchive#userstream#userbbelcher#tvandfilm#shameless morfydd clark baiting#this is a loose one tbh#but hey#they talk about darkness and survive a storm that leads them to island ruled by a beautiful black queen
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Bruh some YouTube account has your art in the video- and I don’t see no credit
In case pic don’t make it clear account is called “Memellion” and it’s a YouTube thing. Just thought I should let you know
#submission#tq for letting me know^^#tbh its pretty surreal seeing my art in a yt thumbnail#they most likely got these memes from reddit#there aint really anything that can be done for this one so im ok with it being there#tq for the concern i appreciate it so^^#also remember not to go overboard and act aggressive i can be pretty loose with what im ok with
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Ahhhhh Nyaaaaa
#ninjago#Ninjago seabound#ninjago nya#nya smith#Those damn whispers are calling her#They wont shut up#I am so intrigued with the concept of destiny actually#i feel like at some point it just becomes a way to make them feel as though they don‘t have a choice or control over their lives#Like with all the ninja tbh#That‘s also why I like how a bunch of elemental maters in dr are just not fighters (love you geo)#They need all need therapy#Idk loosing autonomy over ones body is just very personal to me#Art#original art#ninjago fanart#ninjago art#starling‘s art
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Evil Will Find Her (Sauron/F!Reader)
He has waited so long to have you again, he cannot wait until you reunite in the flesh; or:
Sauron gets off on thinking of you thinking of him, despite the distance in time and space between you
Sequel to In the Dark of the Night // AO3 Link
Songs to listen to: Through Glass by Stone Sour, Closer by Nine Inch Nails
I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed Oh God, it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head
Warnings: smut! goo!Sauron, male masturbation, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), finger/P in V sex, biting, kinda rough sex, praise kink and degradation (only a little, he calls you a slut, sorry, he is Sauron though, man idk), Sauron POV, he is super down bad and also recovering from being literal goo
A/N: I tried so hard not to use the word 'goo' lmfao, considering that's what Sauron is for half the fic! So this is the sequel to In the Dark of the Night, the scenes will mirror each other but not quite... you'll see.
Word Count: 2.8k!
After centuries in the caverns beneath Forodwaith, he had finally escaped. Not that he was any closer to reclaiming you, not in his current state, a seething mass of something dark and primordial, but he could at last seek you out. The only thing he knew was hunger, consuming everything in his path; the only discernable notion in his mind, clouded and murky, was to find you. He had only an inkling that some time had passed since you'd been in his arms, and even less of an idea of where you would be, but he was patient. He could wait, as he had waited many times before for you.
Creature after pathetic creature he gathered and consumed, slowly regaining shreds of his former self, piece by tiny piece, until he was able to drag himself, formless and near-liquid, across the frozen wastelands of the North. The only guiding light in his current unfeeling state was the vague grasping notion of you, waiting for him, yearning and enduring for him, and it pushed him on, gave him strength to endure when all hope was lost.
His mind reaches out for you, across plains and rivers, over mountains and into the halls you now call home. The first time he does this, he has not the strength to make himself known to you, and can only regard you from afar. It takes all of his efforts to merely behold you for a second before you vanish in his mind's eye. If he was capable of sound, all of Middle Earth would have heard his guttural scream of frustration. However, in his current form, he emitted barely a weak gasp masquerading as an exasperated sigh, before falling still and unmoving for at least a week, unable to drag himself any further after weakening himself for just a glance at you. It was worth it. When he awakens, he tries again, and again, the effort lessening every time, but it still feels like forever until he finally regains enough power to reach out and touch you, a tingle across your lips, a tendril of his will wrapping around you.
You're seemingly unaware of his presence, though you react to the stimuli he provides. Your thoughts turn more and more to him, even as you try to push them away, heart shattered after so much time apart, the heartache he caused you in simply being himself. The more you push them away, the more they come unbidden, in your dreams and waking thoughts, until you can no longer ignore them.
This makes it easier for him, you leaving the door ajar, to slither into your mind and wrap himself around your heart once more. You thought you had moved on from his betrayal, the knowledge of his true self having shattered your desire to have him close. Your need for him however was not so easily undone; no matter how much you told yourself you were better off free of him and his inevitable path of destruction, your souls were inextricably bound together, and no earthly power could sunder you. In his primordial oozing state, the terrible ache deep in your souls, yearning for the touch of the other, was all he could feel, and he neither knew nor cared from whom it originated. It was all he could do, limbless and liquid, to revel unthinking in this torment, to bask and rot in the empty void between you; for to suffer in your absence was sweeter than never having known you at all.
The only salve for your unceasing ache was his touch on your skin, his words in your ear, his fëa wrapped around yours as your fervent light battles with his blazing darkness. And you would have it. He swore to you eons ago that you would never be without him; you cursed him for that promise a thousand times, and yet the thought of his desertion was a knife between the ribs.
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He awakes in a freezing wooden wagon, lying on his back surrounded by bloody detritus as the pale morning light greets his rebirth. For a moment, he has no idea where he is, who he is, or how he came to be here. It is only by looking around, as he takes in the visceral scene before him, that it all comes flooding back.
White hot pain in his shoulders, between his ribs, daggers twisting in his gut.
Darkness, pitch black nothingness.
Hunger.
Centuries of freezing cold, leagues of endless empty wasteland.
You.
He can't catch his breath as he remembers the last time he saw you, guilt flooding through him in nauseous waves, the cruel twisted things he had said to you and the malice you had thrown back in return. He can't even conjure his wrath, grateful that you had abandoned Forodwaith in your fit of temper when you had, lest you'd been caught up in the events of his coronation.
Coronation. He inhales harshly, revelling in the cold air in his sinuses; the tiny sensations for which he must be thankful, he thought bitterly.
Weak with the effort of reconstituting himself, he slowly pushes himself to sit, idly rifling through the possessions of the unfortunate peasant who had so graciously provided him with the sustenance he needed. He begins to root through the sacks and chests, looking for anything to protect himself from the persistent chill outside. He gathers some clothes from a sack in the corner, pulling on a cloak haphazardly; in doing so, he knocks a stack of letters that cascade across the floor. One catches his attention.
He skims the contents and realises it is an old love letter, the page discoloured and brittle with age. The scrawled, pretty words are trifles in comparison to everything you have shared, but the way it is signed lingers in his memory.
Forever devoted, your Halbrand.
He does need a name after all.
With a smirk, he tosses the letter aside and makes his way towards the sunlit back of the wagon. The moment his bare feet touch the ground, he can't help but grin with relief.
In fact, to say he is relieved is an understatement. He is a Maia, one of the greatest of all beings in creation, reduced to crawling in the dirt for centuries. To regain any kind of fair form is a blessing, and it is with appreciation now that he regards his limbs, feels the cold hard ground beneath his bare feet, and finds clarity in the brisk northerly wind on his face. His first thought, as ever, is of you. Where are you, are you well, are you thinking of him? He senses that you are leagues away, but senses you he does. Satisfaction takes him over and he laughs, uplifted now that he finally knows for sure that he is on your mind.
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Day becomes night, and he eventually stops to rest, unused to needing to do so; he muses over his small fire how you'll greet him when he returns. How he longs for your sweet kisses, however they'll feel in this strange form. He clings to the memory of your breath on his face, your laugh in his ear, the scent of your sweat-slicked skin beneath his. His longing turns to rage before long; the time you both had lost would never be regained. Your long lives would give you every chance to do so, but he cherished whatever time he spent with you, and this wasted time would not be forgotten.
He would have his revenge on the Uruk who dared defy him, who must have assumed merely destroying his physical form would kill him. More's the pity, for Sauron's wrath was great and his will greater. It might take a hundred years or a thousand, but his revenge would be as sweet as the memories he had of you, of the time together that had been stolen from you.
Usually he has no need for sleep, but in dreams, he can join you, so he lays down on the frozen ground next to the dying embers of his fire and waits for you. It's not long before he finds himself in your chambers, breathing in your scent. He has been here before, tried to make contact with you, but in his weakened state he could do nothing but watch you, every night feeling like forever without your touch. Now he can make himself known, and he does just that.
You're lying on your bed, and he thinks to lie down next to you, as he has so many times before, and stroke your hair and tell you he'll be with you soon, that he is counting the seconds until you're in his arms again.
However you surprise him, as you often do, even after all this time. It's what he loves most about you.
You're clearly focused on something, brow furrowed, and before he can slip into your mind further, you cast off the sheets, and trail a hand down to between your thighs. He can't help but grin as he realises what he is witness to. You used to become so flustered when he asked you to do this for him, to touch yourself and think of him, and even now your cheeks are red. His previous attempts to touch you have been in vain, like catching smoke in the wind, the veil between you thwarting his every effort. He brushes a finger over your face adoringly and you sigh contentedly. Did you feel that? He wonders, because as happy as he is to watch you chase your pleasure, he would much rather join in.
Watching you sweat and pant his name always does something delicious to him, satisfying that dark ever-present urge to defile and corrupt you. Savouring every filthy noise he elicits from you, the whines in your throat, the wet sounds of his cock inside you, dragging over every sensitive inch of flesh until there is no thought in your head but of him and your lovemaking.
Your tiny whimpers become moans as he delves between your thighs, delighting in how wet you are. It used to fascinate him, when he first bedded you, just how needy and slick you would get, and he can't deny that fascination never faded. He can't get enough of the taste of you, would happily subsist on you for the rest of his days, and you would probably let him, given the unearthly sounds currently escaping your lips.
His attention wanders to his own pleasure as he realises he is so fucking hard, and he is leagues away from being able to fuck you until you can't stand the next day. He hasn't explored this new form yet, and briefly wonders if you would approve. The peasant who revived him was mortal, and so he seems to have taken the form of a mortal man; would that repulse or thrill you? If you knew it was him, you wouldn't care, he knows this, but he still wonders.
He pulls out his cock and regards it, not having paid it much attention until now. It looks like any other, perhaps thicker than his last, a little longer maybe, but he doesn’t have much with which to compare. You would be the ultimate judge in that regard, and the only one that matters. Most importantly, it feels just as good in his fist as he dreams of you, fingers inside your needy cunt as you moan his name. How long it has been since he heard it, his breath hitches and he strokes faster, keeping in time with the thrusts he makes into you, using all his regained powers to satisfy you like only he knows.
"Are you my good girl, love?" He moans out loud as he has so many times before, not expecting a response but-
"Yes, for you, only you..." You whimper, arching your back, reaching for his touch, and he melts, forehead pressed against yours as he moans your name into the dark. How fucking perfect you are, how eager you are to be his, so ready and willing to fuck the shadows for him.
How times had changed since you saw each other last. It thrilled him to know you still wanted him, needed him, had put any thought of abandoning him from your mind, had embraced him as your husband, your lover, your protector, of course you had, and he arched into his fist as you keened under his attentions, leagues away in your bed.
How could you think for a second that you were not his, wholly and completely? That he could not simply find and have his way with you whenever he cared to? You must know that he would rather be your undoing than let you leave him.
He wants only to ravage you, to pin you down and leave your skin painted with bruises, marking you as his, trails of purple and blue leading to your aching cunt. To possess you, body and soul, chained to him for all eternity.
He would build a temple to your flesh, no, of your flesh, and desecrate it with his seed, worship you as his equal, pray to you with tender kisses and the blood of your enemies, if only to feel your skin on his, your light on his face once more.
He wraps a hand around your throat and groans, running his thumb across your skin and collecting your sweat.
"So good for me, so needy, so fucking perfect, waiting for me to fill you over and over," he moans as he leans down, phantom tongue swiping your throat, the salt of your sweat inflaming his senses all the more.
He wants nothing more than to bury himself within you, to climb inside you and never leave, if that is what it would take to never be parted from you again. He wonders how much of him you could take before your screams of pleasure turn to pain.
You're both so lost in your lust, he has no idea if you're here with him or he's there with you, but he'll take it greedily and without question.
He bites the shell of your ear, nipping just hard enough that you react, hand flying to your face. He grabs it and kisses your palm, rutting into you like an animal.
"Always so good for me," he whispers in your ear, willing you to hear him more than ever, "look how you take my cock so well, the way you stretch around me, always such a good little slut for me."
You asked him once how he could worship and degrade you in a single breath; he'd told you they were the same thing.
Whether the timing of his words is a coincidence, he is unsure; you come hard, orgasm wracking your body while you moan and keen under his spectral touch.
Your walls tighten around him, you both hiss with pleasure, and he can't hold back any longer, pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. He lets loose a string of curses, spilling himself on his thighs, christening his new mortal form and gasping your name.
His tenuous link to your pleasure is broken, and he curses once more, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around you, to fuck you through your orgasm until you're whining and overstimulated, too sensitive under his flaming touch.
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There is no such thing as a chance meeting, every passing encounter preordained to fulfil a purpose, and he thanks the Valar every day that despite all he had suffered that they had put you in his path. Fate was no small thing and it had bound you all this time, unwavering in the face of defeat and suffering and war and Morgoth, all of which wanted to sunder you from him. It is with that thought that he presses on.
He meets a group of Men who are bound for a ship to take them across the sea for a new life. At first he wants nothing to do with it; he knows where he is going, finally going home, wherever you are. But the old man is insistent, that perhaps his path lays in the West.
There are no chance meetings. If the old man advises Numenor, then perhaps it is his destiny to seek the descendants of men who had destroyed his aspirations centuries ago; the long road of revenge will lead him back to you, of that he was certain.
#sauron x reader#halbrand x reader#annatar x reader#the rings of power#not me naming the two parts after an anastasia song lmfao#i was surprised when it came out more vulgar than part 1 but tbh it is from his pov and frankly he's not a nice person lmfao#it is what it is#but yeah he is fantasising about you and lets loose a little too much#you know that gentle lover he was in the last one#yeah nah#my fic
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You can't fight the role the Mother had in store for you
#Homestuck#Karkat Vantas#Eridan Ampora#Sollux Captor#Gamzee Makara#Kanaya Maryam#Aradia Megido#Tavros Nitram#Feferi Peixes#Terezi Pyrope#Vriska Serket#Equius Zahhak#Splickedydoodles#I started drawing Karkat last night at like nine PM and then I pretty much blacked out and woke up with these at eight AM#this style is VERY fun and relaxing to work in it turns out it's been a minute since I got in my flow that hard for a piece of art#keeping my shit fast and loose!!! painting all on one layer and going by the Vibes!!!#anyway here's these I might have to queue them to post later tonight too haha#I'm not good enough at delayed gratification to just wait till later when more people are on and I need to go to bed tbh
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Does anyone know what the timeline of the TWST main story is??? iirc Heartslabyul takes place in September before Ace’s birthday. Actually I think Prologue & Heartslabyul spans at least a week at max 😭😭
Savanaclaw is probably Late October… purely bcs I don’t think they’d do a school festival so early into the year
Octavinelle is like November-> Early December to me bcs it’s the midterm exam period, & idt they’d do exams right after a festival, but who knows…
Scarabia’s over winter break so December ->January
Pomefiore is probably??? somewhere around January as well?? Because I remember it was still snowing from the cutscene that Prefect has with Kalim abt his disappointment on not being a main singer. I’m betting on Late January at earliest. And Ignihyde takes place literally the night after Pomefiore 😭😭😭 This is also just guesswork based on how far up north the Sage’s Isle is, I assume the winters last longer there.
As for Diasomnia I got no clue at all 💔💔 all ik is that it should be getting warmer bcs of the reactions the characters have towards Malleus causing snow & winds to pick up… I used to think it was March but it probably isn’t 😭
if anyone would like to refute/add onto anything please feel free to do so!! This is all just guesswork 🙏🙏🙏
#i say stuff#twst timeline#idk how to tag this i won’t put too much stuff in it because i dont’t want to clog up the tags too much 😭😭😭#also the events exist in like a vacuum to me 😭😭😭 except for Halloween those r always in Octber#*october#Terror is Trending & Spectral Soiree happen back to back so those have set dates I think#October 31st to November 1st#Glorious Masquerade is a little tricky but it’s at least Late October bcs NRC’s Halloween celebration happens during the exchange trip#thank you ace jack and deuce for producing one of the funniest scenes in that event…#the same could be said for Stage in Playful Land but i think it has the possibility of being set in early October purely bcs#one of ace’s excuse on skipping school to go to Playful Land is that he wants to let loose before exam crunch + Halloween prep#As for LiTB with Nightmare Before Christmas mayhaps its somewhere during the Halloween celebration#or like literally days before. since in the finale they used the Halloweenified version of Main Street as the background#Harveston is like TWST Finland to me so like it could take place in like March or smth with how much it seems to snow 😭😭😭#LiTB with Stitch is right before summer break from what i remember#Sam’s New Year Sale is in New Years bcs duh 😭😭😭 but I assume it’s after Winter Break because the cast is all there#The rest are a bit muddy to me tbh…#live laugh love#wow i ended up yapping a lot again teehee
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hard to be a cool goth loner when some losers keep bugging you all the damn time
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#scary marlowe#taylor swift not that one#hermie the unworthy#normal oak#lincoln li wilson#polywagon#this took me way longer than it should've tbh but it was kind of worth it in the end#scary is living the visual novel she didn't sign up for#im going to miss these teens#loosely based off that one manga cover you know the one
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SONIC PRIME; NINE [tw for slight blood]
don't expect much sonic or prime content, just posting it bc i like it
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#tails#tails the fox#tails miles prower#miles tails prower#miles nine prower#sonic prime#sonic prime s3#sonic prime nine#nine the fox#istfg if they fumble him i will loose my shit#tbh i dont like the direction theyre taking nine in he feels super one dimensional to me#like you can make him an antagonist without making him feel bland and predictable but thats just me lol#not to excited for s3 tbh#sorry not sorry lol
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THAT WAS NOT THE PARENT WE NEEDED GONE
#also “parent” is a loose term but it fit Mrs Beaufort infinitely more than that bag of trash#Percy is the only one they actually had tbh#BUT WHAT THE HELL#give them Beaufort kids a goddammed break they're trying their best holy fucking shit#they could've turned out so much shittier but they're not and they try to learn and grow and support each other through it#*sobbing* i love when siblings live each other!#mal talks#watching maxton hall#fuck that bitchass 'dad'#i don't even know his name he can just die#maxton hall#james beaufort#lydia beaufort
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hey kid you want some fuckin uuuuuuuhDoodles x5
#princess tutu#duck#rue#fanart#my art#realized i have a file of just several layers of mostly just me trying to draw duck and rue in like#i guess a more simplistic style thats still distinct from the show itself#tbh i feel like ill need to spend some time like#studying more streamlined artstyles#in order to figure out how to make it all work#what comes naturally to me is a bit more...#idk#it just takes me conscious effort to keep thing the way they are in the sketches like the ones in the fourth and fifth pic#the thing is like#keeping something 1.simple 2.solid yet not stiff 3. lively feeling#is so fucking tricky#get too loosey goosey and you veer wayyyyy off model#get too strict with it though? looses all livelyness#idk idk i just have trouble with it
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bishop. i should have done homework but if i didnt draw something just for fun i'd go insane
#nnstuff#nnart#tmnt bishop#teenage mutant neglected turtles#in other news i might not finish next weeks loose stitches page on time i am. struggling#i mean this mondays is already done but i like to have at least a one week buffer and im kind of screwed#neglected art#not sure if this is the right amount of wrinkles for a forty year old tbh. ive seen a lot of them and they arent that wrinkly :P#but its cute and he's stressed so he gets wrinkled
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We're learning about grouse hunting together!
I was really undecided on whether I wanted to hunt with Rory for realsies because I don't have a shotgun and I don't really care to get a shotgun (I have a gun license from my time up north). I have a small air rifle and a tactical slingshot (both legal for hunting small game in my area) so I've been taking those for walks in hunting areas, along with all my permits and stuff, just to see what we see.
This grouse woods is in the same corner as my swamp, just a different part of the rec area. You can legally hunt small game during the open season with dogs with some restrictions (certain distance from the parking, some trails close for hunting on a rotational basis for maintenance, etc.) but it's not terribly popular so it's a really good area to learn. We are looking for ruffed grouse and rabbit, both of which are super common out here.
With pointing dogs like britts, you generally don't want to shoot any game unless they're pointing steady (*except when doing gun conditioning, but that's a specific training set up) - it makes sense because a shot bird is the ultimate reward and you want to make sure you're reinforcing the behaviour you want, which is usually a safe steady point. Rory isn't pointing steady yet so there's really not much for me to do on these walks besides reinforce good manners (recall, how far she ranges, etc.).
There's a really well known saying in pointing dogs, which is wild birds make bird dogs. Wild birds flush (fly away) much more reliably than farmed birds so the chances of a dog catching a wild bird is really minimal compared to farmed birds. It's super important to get young bird dogs on wild birds as much as possible so they learn all the important skills: how to navigate terrain, what habitat holds birds, what each bird species smells like, how far they can range, and most importantly, that they need a person to actually get a bird.
(Most of these skills can be taught with planted birds in training, but planted birds may be more habituated to people and dogs so they might not flush reliably. Once pointing dogs learn that they can catch birds themselves, it's much harder to foster a strong stop and point. You might see people using these tip ups, which protect the training bird from the dog. You'll often see training dogs on long lines (called check cords) or with a flank collar to reinforce not getting too close to the bird, but you have to phase those out quickly so the dog doesn't become dependent on them. You also have to be really careful with scent trails when setting up planted birds or you might end up with a dog that follows your scent instead of looking for birds organically. And of course, you have to train without birds sometimes so the dog doesn't get discouraged about not finding birds quickly because sometimes there just aren't birds out there. Lots to consider when setting up training!)
Anyway I've been trying to get Rory out on wild birds as much as possible (with the caveat that we don't run wild birds during nesting season) so we're wandering the grouse woods lately. My early recall training is really paying off because she's been super reliable in terms of good manners, it's wonderful to see!
We've been out four times (1-2 hours each) so far since the season opened. The first two times we're mostly just a pleasant walk in the woods, Rory didn't really know what we were doing so she was just vibing (THIS IS TOTALLY FINE, SHE'S NEW TO THIS). We had a couple chance grouse encounters and I could see the wheels turning, I encouraged her to sniff around where the grouse were sitting before they flew off and I watched her start to connect the dots.
(It's important to remember that dogs don't know what they're looking for until you show them. Most bird dogs are naturally birdy, but they don't know which birds are good and which birds are boring! You have to show them which birds you care about - this is easiest if you can run with an experienced hunting dog, but you can do it alone like I am by making a big deal about any interest in the "correct" birds.)
The last time we went out to the grouse woods, she did a couple of really nice whip-arounds when she caught scent she liked and followed scent off the trail I was walking! This is the behaviour I want to see so it was awesome to watch it start to click! She trailed a moose (don't want that, she found some moose pee to roll in so whatever), a pileated woodpecker (again, don't want that but it was cool to see), and two separate grouse. The first was on the wrong side of the fence so I couldn't do anything about it but she held a really nice point (the photo) and I gave her a ton of chicken and praise for it. The second was a quick point but it flushed really far away so there was no finding it again. Both birds weren't visible when she found them, they were true scent points and she was strategically looking for them so that was super cool!
She's still in heat and super sensitive right now so I wouldn't shoot over her anyway, but I'm getting pretty accurate with my slingshot so I'm hoping we can connect on something this fall - both for her pointing steady and me aiming properly. She gets more steady and more sure of herself every time we go out so it's only a matter of time!
#rory borealis#about aurora#bird dog training#dogblr#this is a long one!#its pretty rambly about my thoughts about grouse hunting training so far#one real issue im having right now is how gear-sensitive rory is#she will happily wear a regular collar (or an ecollar - shes conditioned to wearing it but i dont use it on her yet)#but i cant put a bell or a belly protector on her without her freaking out#it makes her super shut down and upsetti and it sucks#ultimately its not a big deal because she ranges appropriately and i can have eyeballs on her at all times#but i would like her to wear an orange belly protector for these kinds of outings because its hard on her body#i have to revisit gear desensitization once shes done her heat#ive never had a dog that was this avoidant of gear tbh#on the note about gear:#rory has exceptional recall especially for a young bird dog#you'll notice im running her naked without an ecollar or gps collar#if youre following along and want to train your dog for grouse hunting PLEASE use appropriate gear for your dog#dont ruin the privilege of running dogs on public land by not having reliable control over your loose dog#i really dont gatekeep most of the areas i run my dog - i am so so happy to give local people recommendations on where to run#but please please please dont be the person who ruins it for us#i dont say this to be rude like live your dream#but consider the ethics and the privilege of having access to these areas and how easily they could be taken away#(sorry thats a rant but you get it)
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You Sound Like Louis Burdett is a banger song I wish it was real 💔 [looking at you spotify]
skeleton-less & textless versions ✨ wahoo ✨
#over 40 hours & 300 layers later an my wrist pains are at an all time high#seriously my wrists are killing me agh#wrist pains are great when youre an artist aren't they?????#head in hands#i sketched a very very loose idea of this like 10 minutes after the song came out#passed out [cos it was 6am] & then spent the next 3 days working on this#and its still not out on spotify#song is prooooolly coming out today at least#just assuming by the k.k. suite as a standard#it again 6am. i have not slept so i will go do that now#preferably not face down on a lawn like a certain other pansexual floating around here somewhere#chonny jash#cj ysllb#i still dunno what to tag the song tbh#-atlas art-#tw sui imagery#bright colors#bright lights#cw bright colors#lmk if this needs anymore tag warnings!!!#also chonny please give us an outfit photo for stuff#the tights were driving me insane#same for the shoes#literally can only see the god damn BOTTOM of them in one photo#what do i draw man
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More affectionate stuff with Prism and Phoenix (Polyblank) + more info in tags
#benny's art#my art#oc: phoenix polyblank#ieytd au#ieytd#i expect you to die#agent phoenix#dr. prism#roxana prism#with polyblank what's funny is they are nonbinary and while they follow “they/he” pronouns they wouldn't mind “she” either#hes very no gender#and their relationship with the ieytd is very loose#he sees everyone as a friend he hasn't made yet#relationships?#eh it isnt solid in this case but he'd be super affectionate with Handler and Prism more than Juniper#had this idea that Prism created a “bit” (emphasis on bit) of who polyblank is#part of polyblank is a desktop pet created by Prism when she felt alone in her work#titled “Nexus.Exe”#one one of those commodore pet computers#still working on it but some parts of him could of come from that#prism x phoenix#maybe?#i love creator and creation tbh
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Okay, I think I can finally share this now.
In my version of "Moriah" Chuck orders Jack to kill Castiel with the promise of bringing things back to how they were before all the mess they're in now, Mary included. Jack starts panicking and crying and is clearly being played but he's in no state to rationalize things so he starts blurting out all kinds of stuff and eventually resolves to actually do it. Sam and Dean are forced to watch by Chuck and are totally incapacitated just like us, hypothetical viewers, are made to watch Jack's tragedy as it unfolds.
But Castiel is okay with that and actually plans to do the deed himself in order to avoid at least this one pain in Jack's life so he comes close to Jack and holds his face in one hand while the other is ready for the blade. He needs to tell him one last thing before the end. They're both crying but somehow Cas find the courage to recite a different type of blessing over the children, one that of course doesn't involve God and it goes something like this:
Jack, don't cry. It's okay, it's okay.
I need to tell you something, Jack and I need you to listen carefully, okay? Okay, good.
Being elected as your father has been the greatest joy and honor of my life. Hey, it's okay, shhh, it's okay, listen to me.
It was a joy so great that I got scared, Jack. I'm sorry Jack but I got so scared. I didn't know it then but it was this gnawing fear of losing it all, of losing you, that made me make... many mistakes. It was this fear that prevented me from understanding who you really are, from seeing the truth. So here it is.
Jack, you were, are and always will be such a luminous, beautiful and important presence in this world. Ah, as a matter of fact, in any world. Because you're... you. And you are... amazing.
No, no, no listen to me now, please, shhh, it's okay: You have to know that whatever happens in your life, I will be there for you. No matter what, I will be by your side. If things will go wrong, I'll be there to give you my energy. If things will go right, I'll also be there to give you even more energy.
You must never forget that you're loved, Jack. Oh, look at you: my son...my son... I love you. So much.
Cas, in an instant, is ready with his angel blade but it's in this moment that the Shadow erupts into the world to take Castiel away: no reasoning, no strategic plan, nothing. The moment of happiness is the moment of unconditional love.
Chuck's frantic because this "unconditional love" thing wasn't in his script and yells that it was not supposed to happen this way, that he gave them the possibility to access everything they ever wanted, the price was just one self-loathing, doomed-anyway angel but it still wasn't enough for them, was it?
It's also the moment where Sam, briefly freed from Chuck's powers, gets his lucidity back and decides to pull the trigger on Chuck (and himself). In the background, Jack's screaming and crying so much that the mere force of his screams is enough to resurrect the whole cemetery but Cas is not coming back to him.
Chuck is wounded by Sam (who's also hurting in return) and is forced to flee. Dean is also wounded beyond repair and is like turned to stone and almost can't breathe because he's living, again, one of the worst moments of his life as we go back to a distorted, more messed-up version of s12 finale and to the beginning of Jack's tragic story.
Jack is spiralling and he's out of control and out of himself as he starts opening woundsrifts after rifts through dimensions and worlds looking for Chuck, looking for the Empty, looking for whatever comes first at this point because he's moved by the dangerous, unpredictable and explosive bomb that is revenge spurred by love. Until Billie finds him.
#this version of the blessing over children is NOT mine. It's a loose translation + I've added some parts#but I think it's just soooooooo incredible and I wish all parents said these words to their children and mean them#tbh this is a tiny but reeeeally important part in one of my stories but. like. in my story it's not so connected to doom#so it's more hopeful but. like. as far as s14 and drama and conflict and storytelling for profit go#it think this would build more climax in Jack's story than...whatever we saw on screen. this is. ofc. just my opinion#anyway#i've finally shared this here.#like in my mind in s14 jack and cas develop a more solid relationship and in “Byzantium” Cas sacrifices himself for Jack yes but also#to keep his promise to Kelly. This is. ofc. back when Cas still has to understand the real meaning of unconditional love#so it's very importat to me. personally. that the deal with the empty finishes as it started: with Jack#no shade to the destiel of it all but#it's just very important to me to change the script on unconditional love and start where it all beings: parents and children#jack kline#castiel#jack the puer#chuck shurley#supernatural#spn#sam winchester#dean winchester#myths we live by#spn s14#moriah
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It's so jarring to see people treat Spite like some angry dog or silly little man when he's a demon. Like, every other game treats demons as untrustworthy, dangerous, and unreliable. Look at what one demon did to Redcliffe out of sheer boredom. I don't think being a demon specifically of spite should lessen how people react to him. Maybe I'm just overthinking it?
i feel like they're TRYING to show different cultures think of demons/spirits differently but the execution is just bad... if spite was actually threatening and taash and emmrich were the only ones to keep a cool head and knew specific ways to deal with him then that would be interesting, but just having taash go "bad boy!!! drop it!!!!" because spite is acting like a hecking chaos gremlin feels like it trivialises his whole deal.
so i guess in a way the fault is more with spite's characterisation imo? i kind of like the idea of emmrich trying to sympathise with a dangerous demon lol it's in character for him, but spite just does not feel like a dangerous demon so the entire thing falls flat
#ask#anonymous#veilguard spoilers#genuinely if spite takes over and immediately tells me what he can smell one more time i am going to do something drastic#i got the scene where taash is talking to him like a dog then spite tells rook something about a deal and lucanis#comes back and fails to elaborate and like. baffling scene.#i know i complained about cutscenes being resolved too quickly but rook goes 'um? spite was talking about a deal' and lucanis goes 'oh..ok'#and then the scene just kind of ends...I THINK ROOK MIGHT HAVE FURTHER QUESTIONS?#lucanis' scenes all feel unfinished tbh ig mary kirby wasnt done when they fired her 😬 and whoever tied up#loose ends had no idea what they were doing maybe
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