#timeteller

[catciety]

tabby tom (physical descriptor, first adult name)

telly tom (tell-on-you-tom) (for paranoid habit developed standing guard after death/disappearance of brother)

old tabby tom (respectful version of name after many years)

old telly tom (less respectful name)

old tally tom (invention of "tallies" a bastardization of his name based off makers used to track in/out at camp)

Old Tally Tom, a quarry cat who stands guard at the mouth of camp who interrogates whose coming in and out and when theyll be back. habit formed after his brother disappeared + no one noticed how long his brother was gone except him and no one was concerned or remembered when/why he left

in his older age he started using representative marks or items to tally or denote who was where. simply moving stones back and forth as the stones to represent and count who was were. as he counts jobs taken as well, he runs out of stones and needs a representation that stands for increments larger than one, rudimentary arithmetic.

TIMETELLER/timetally apprentice to old tally tom noticing and demarked the movement of shadows to increment passage of time at all. was looped into this as a child so old tom could sleep and rest his bones and was apathetic to the position and would sleep on the job. long shifts and not moving allowed him to notice the changes of shadows by seeing them almost side by side after waking up and needed to know time passage to understand how much he fucked up. found it easier to notice the movement of shadows if he stuck a stick in the ground in the open rather than a shaded tree whose shadow was a little large to see when filled with leaves. rudimentary sundial

dripPot inventor of dripping water filled skin to count time in reference to shadow moving markers. apprentice to timeteller and fascinated by time and counting it. pot that fills with water drips that tips over when full, inventing the drip (similar to seconds/minutes) and pot (half hour to hour) as a smaller metric of time

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Time always exposes what you truly mean to someone.

[feralego]

@wristful / @timetell sent "an exploratory kiss,  testing the waters between them" 

Luz jumps a little when she hears Logan's unexpected, 3 am entrance into the kitchen, but she warms at the sight of him. Happy to see that she'd not been the only one unable to sleep; happy in a bittersweet way to share the misery of insomnia with someone.

Even if it means she'd been caught in her little pajama shorts and camisole, her robe abandoned on the counter by the fridge to keep the too-long sleeves clean and clear of the stovetop.

"Hot chocolate?" she asks him, her voice too quiet for how far they are from the sprawling bedroom wings of the Westchester mansion. An old habit carried over from when she'd still lived with her step-father. "We just got marshmallows today. I threw the old ones out so Sean would stop throwing them at Josh."

Logan tells her, yes, he'd like some, and Luz pours a little extra milk, sugar, and chocolate into the pot on the stove, stirring it all together. And they chat a bit--avoiding the topic of what, exactly, was keeping them up--while Luz takes care not to scald the mixture.

They move to the window bench in the breakfast nook when the drinks are poured, and silence finds them there, weaving into the space between them while finish. It gets comfortable there, wound around them and holding them close. Working in tandem with the chill from the old windows to draw them closer together, until their knees bump together; until the sides of their thighs are flush against one another.

Luz blushes a little--literally glows a little--looking down into her lap, and her hair falls forward from where it had been tucked behind her ear. But Logan lifts a hand and sweeps the strands back into place, as though he can't stand not to look at her.

Pulling her head back up, she wets her lips and looks at him. Really looks at him.

Logan is familiar. He's a good friend. A comfortable companion. And she's not so naive as to not notice the way he watches her. But she's never really-- She's never really felt anything like this for him. And she is curious.

And so she moves in to kiss him, and she tastes the sweetness of the sugar and the warmth of the vanilla and the bitterness of the chocolate all lingering on his lips. All things she'd put there; things she'd given him to enjoy.

Perhaps she is one more thing she can give him, if he'll let her

Suddenly she's shifting, rocking further over onto her hip, one leg curling up onto the bench beneath her to get a better angle. A hand gripping lightly against his pajama top and the other laid gently against his face.

And just as Logan's shaking hands begin to stake claims of their own--one finding the curve of her hip, the other snaking around behind her waist--her empty mug thuds against the old rug on the floor, startling her for the second time that night, pulling her out of the moment and away from Logan.

Her heart beating furiously in her chest, she gets to her feet in record time, plucking the unbroken mug up off the floor with a rush of adrenaline.

"--oh, thank god," she breathes after examining the porcelain for chips, scuffs, anything that would have spelled trouble for her in her old household, all the while, her limbs fading in and out of view.

Only then, once she's sure there'd been no damage, does she look back at Logan, expression sheepish and half-transparent. Ghostly.

"I-- I'm sorry."

He won't see her again until the afternoon.

[brutlist]

i can’t interfere ,  that’s very much against the rules . / not logan being a little busybody reporter

" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 . " it's a hefty weight , the lipped butt of the magdalene mindfully plunking onto logan's shoulder before he finds himself too many steps ahead of the exosuit --- holding him back from that next bit forward he'd have taken from the hurried passage of heron technicians as they glide by , noses deep in their preparations for examination of the scene surrounding them . " interfering . "

@timetell

[fakedsciences-a]

@timetell said: ‘ he has so many tubes in him, he looks like a set of bagpipes. ’

She imagines sterile rooms like back home — full of medical equipment and then full of garish musical instruments, colorful and battered, as if a child has received them and played with them for too, too long. Fisher-Price pianos playing discordant melodies. Bagpipes, yes. A body in a bed, a sheet covering the face.

Who knew she could be so downright morbid?

"You shouldn't talk about him like that. Isn't he sick? I feel sorry for him."

[dreamcrow]

FUCK

i caught an "hour" in the next chapter of somewhere along the rise so what if i just made the most insane possible ancient timekeeping system to justify using it. the day is divided into three hours and they're not the same length. daytime is "morning" and "aftermidday" and then night is just its own thing. figure it out

[ahllohehn]

What are the names of everyone's weapons?

Idk I don't put much thought into their weapons aside from the fact that they just have it. Most of it would just be named after what the mcyters already name their tools for fun.

So, no, I'm not gonna be naming literally everyone's weapons, but here's some of them. (Below)

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Etho has a Serrated Stygian Iron Schimtar named Worldeater, but he barely says the name 'cause he got teased for being so cheesy about it (Yes, he has a flower string charm attached to its handle because he refused Gem's offer of having pins and instead gets string charms)

Bdubs was gifted Kronos' scythe after the Hephaestus kids stole it from under the gods' noses for Etho initially. He named it Timeteller since he relates to Etho for being cheesy with naming.

Ren, from his first portrait, has a bident/two-pronged spear decorated to look like a dog. When Ren is in use of Ares' blessing, the bident would react and also turn red. Although Ren rarely gets Ares' blessing at all, he decided to name it Red Winter due to it.

Grian and Joel have the most concerning weapon names as they don't stick to one, the same way they don't stick to the same weapons everytime. It's like if you ask your friend what their wifi password is and they tell you the most concerning password like: 12345678timmysucks.

But Grian, at one point, just had a dagger he called I Miss Mumbo and Mumbo would have to literally sit through an entire conversation of Grian trying to talk about upgrades on his weapons with "I Miss Mumbo" coming up every 10 words. Mumbo confiscated it for his sanity, not that it stopped Grian from going "give me back I Miss Mumbo!"

Iskall barely fights but his weird chosen weapon is a pickaxe called Diorite Destroyer.

Pearl has a silver bow inherited from the Hunters named Crescent, in reference to how she got the bow but also because of how the bow was shaped.

Stress has a crystal shield she named Spotlight that she uses to reflect light and blind enemies.

Skizz uses an enchanted curved double sided sword that could be used as a bow. He named it the Silencer since his favorite activity with his weapon is shooting at people and going "Quiet you!"

[howlingday]

TimeTelling

Jaune: What time is it?

Winter: I don't know. Why?

Jaune: I wanted to see if the time on the clock is right.

Winter: Okay. ...What the- It says 11PM!

Jaune: Yeah? So?

Winter: ...Look outside.

Jaune: ...And?

Winter: ...How- Does it LOOK like it's 11PM?!

Jaune: I don't know. That's why I wanted to know what the time is.

Winter: You don't need to know what the time is to know it's not 11PM...

Jaune: Well, how do YOU know it's not 11PM-?

Winter: IT'S LITERALLY DAYTIME!

Jaune: Oh! I'm sorry! I must have missed the class at Beacon when you told time from the position of the stars-

Winter: IT'S DAYTIME-

Jaune: THE SUN, WHATEVER!

Winter: My

Winter: Dude

Winter: My

Winter: Guy

Winter: My brother of The Brothers.

Winter: You don't need to know the position of the Sun, the stars, or the fucking moon to know it's not 11PM. The very fact that there is a Sun at all MEANS it's not 11PM. How on The Brother's Remnant are you this DENSE?

Jaune: ...Maybe there's a Kingdom where it's daytime and 11PM.

Winter: Oh yeah?

Winter: WHERE?

[flowerguy4ever]

I made another one (I got 5 ocs now lermao) this is Unique, the TIMEZONES and TIMETELLER

I will tell her about her lore later! :))

[feralego]

[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Is that a no?

[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: No, not everyone. But some, for sure.

[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: What are you doing right now?

luz //: 🤢

luz //: not every body is some fragile little glass dish you're scared to take out of the cupboard in case it breaks.

[boricuacherry-blog]

Flavor of Love is a reality show that first aired in 2006, highlighting the journey of twenty single women competing for the love of one man - Flavor Flav - who is always decoratively adorned with a giant clock. He first won all twenty of their hearts with a sympathetic backstory - his inability to tell what time it was - and the clock that dangles on him is a constant reminder of this hardship. This origin story, along with his now amazing ability to tell time, enables him to tell each woman when their time is up. As one woman loses and forfeits her right to a life with this charismatic timeteller, another woman gains a further chance to win his heart. This is a timeless tale of rivalry and hardwon gains through means of desperation. A true story of triumph, but only for one woman.

[feralego]

@timetell from here:

logan jumps from sentence to sentence, trying to keep up when his indignation rises and tells him to storm out, off, away from luz and the hard rejection of self. jude and bart had come to the wedding but his parents had not and with very few other friends outside of the westchester roll call, logan had mostly spent his wedding amongst his new wife’s family. he had really thought luz would be there; maybe with theo, maybe without. 

    his wave is noncommittal, agitated. “yeah, josie was here a few days ago–  but what are you talking about? i sent an invite! i sent an invite and a letter and – you cut me off. you were the one who stopped replying. you were the one who never called. you dropped off the grid to go and live your own private idaho with theo.” 

logan blows out a breath, annoyed and frustrated. he feels. outside himself for the first time in years and there’s a small part of him that must thank luz for the kick in the ass; but then, she always did have that effect on him. 

       “josie was here just. sightseeing or something, i don’t know. she never really said. guy trouble maybe. elliot was with her. so a whole. school reunion.” 

Realization tumbles through her core, ricocheting off her ribs as it plummets down, down, down. And for the first time, she realizes that maybe neither of them had meant to fall out and into silence the way they had; that what had occurred between them may have been the result of something as simple and innocuous a mail carrier's mistake. A letter fallen under the seat or stashed in the wrong box or blown out the window.

It could have been any number of things outside of either of their control.

She feels foolish and small and young. Still flighty, but for a different reason now.

"I never got it. I never got anything from you after my last letter and--"

Luz doesn't tell him that she extended their stay at that shitty roadside motel an extra three days to wait for his next reply, and she doesn't tell him that she doesn't tell him that she'd asked the desk clerk to forward any mail to their next motel's address, and she doesn't tell him that she'd asked the next clerk at the next to do the same as well a week later. She doesn't tell him that she'd thought about calling nearly every day, but was too upset about the possibility that he'd stopped writing intentionally. She doesn't tell him how his perceived rejection had been one of the final nails in her old self's coffin.

Hearing him pair Theo's name with such obvious frustration, her hackles raise, like she'd been waiting to slip this defensiveness back on like her favorite sweater. Like an armored breastplate.

Something to hide inside of--or behind--while she collects herself. They can't change the past.

"What's Theo got to do with this?" she asks abruptly, rising to her feet. Stepping in his direction. "You don't--"

Theo has been her one constant in all this time. They'd met, both of them alone and looking for themselves, and even when she'd become overwhelmed and ran, they inevitably were drawn back together. He's her rock, her lighthouse.

And maybe Logan doesn't know the depth of what the pair of them have. Even Luz struggles to define it; to put borders around it and give it a name. But she will defend it.

"He-- He and I get each other." He and I are a package deal. He and I are on the same path. He and I are two sides of the same coin. "Which is more than I can say for the two of us anymore, Logan."

She's riled up enough now to only half focus on the further information about Josephine. And maybe, maybe she softens a little when she hears him mention Elliot's name; maybe it disarms her when she pictures his face and thinks of his calming presence.

"Enjoy your breakfast. I'll leave you to it."

[withbeastsarc]

MIDNIGHTS;  accepting.  @timetell​ said:  “ i don’t start shit, but i can tell you how it ends.  “  

          he grows so weary,  sometimes,  of all these little mutants.  humans with powers,  humans with gifts,  humans with strange abilities.  their dna altered at some point in time to evolve into something stronger;  perhaps a response to the atrocities around them.  war,  disaster,  the advancement of technology and weapons.  hadn’t he,  too,  had to adept to such things?  still  --  his lineage was far superior to these human mutants.  he had been crossed a hundred times over,  but he was what remained.  

          he eyes this speck of dirt with a foul expression,  the arrogance in his tone just another annoyance.  luca could rip out his throat before he could speak another word;  could watch the blood gurgle from his mouth,  could watch that self satisfied expression leave his face and turn to panic and fear.  he could take his wrist and crush bone,  make it powder in his fingers,  listen to him scream and scream and it would be better than hearing another human go on and on about their superiority. 

          “  the ending is set in stone with you.  “  luca smiles,  his teeth a warning.  “  humans die.  and they do so easily.  “  

[eden-regained]

The "Creepypasta Cinematic Universe" Characters if you will would work uncannily well in a Changeling: the Lost campaign in both themes and overall tone. Cringe, I know, but hear me out.

Slenderman is one of the True Fae. His domain resembles deep, dark woods with a great mansion (albeit a disheveled one, don't judge him) in a clearing basked in eternal twilight. He takes highly vulnerable children and teenagers through the hedge to make them his sons and daughters, hoping they'll stay with him. His hospitality and kindess would be so warm and pleasant weren't it for the fact that he warps all of his victims with his Arcadian might to the point they're near unrecognizable for selfish reasons.

The number of titles Slenderman holds can be identified by the amount of shadowy tentacles that always seem to slip through no matter the for he takes on (his preferred embodiments are Actor and Realm). They are many for he is ancient, wise and thus; powerful.

His "Proxies" are split into the "Frontline" and the "Guard", both meant to aid him in his quest for power over lesser faeries. The Frontline are the warriors made for direct offense, they raid other keepers and their unfortunate Changelings all while generally scouting out the depths of Arcadia. The Guard is the defense, they shield their keeper directly, going on a "cleansing spree" when someone uninvited treads on mansion grounds, on top of that they maintain a more ordinary lifestyle with their captor.

Members of the Frontline:

-BEN (Darkling Seeming, Gravewight/Water-Dweller dual-Kith) may not look like a proficient fighter, and to be honest he really isn't, but he doesn't have to be. BEN is a spy and he ambushes unsuspecting Changelings by either lunging at them from convenient watery depths or by seeping into their domains with his ghost-like forms as if he were no more than a light breeze. BEN has never had a fetch made to replace him and with Slenderman telling him that his family just presumes him dead, he's not developed the desire to escape in any way, though that may change soon.

-Clockwork (Wizened Seeming, Soldier/Chirurgeon dual-Kith) is a jack of all trades; both a quick-witted blade wielder and pinpoint-accurate healer. She's cold and has a crippling obsession with time and counting to the point she removed one of her own eyes to replace it with a clock-face so she can hear every second echoing by within her skull. Lucky for her this affinity for timetelling makes her remember the world outside the hedge in bits and pieces until this nagging feeling of so much wasted time compells her to claw her way back out through the hedge, although she understandibly has no desire to reclaim her family life.

-Ticcy-Toby (Ogre Seeming, Stonebones Kith); dang, that kid sure can grind a gristle and he's not even a Gristlegrinder!! Toby was born without the capability of experiencing physical pain, a trait that Slenderman cranks up to 11 by giving him the ability to actually turn his skin to stone. When all else fails, BEN and Clockwork will just yeet him at the problem. What can I say, it's usually a rock solid plan. He's the second one to abandon Arcadia as he misses Clockwork, wondering where she possibly could've ran off to.

Members of the Guard:

-Jeff (Fairest Seeming, Flowering/Mirrorskin dual-Kith) already had little of his own identity back in the mortal realm. His parents truly adored him in their own twisted, deluded way, they wanted the whole wide world to marvel at his beauty. And so, he became a pageant boy (yes, I'm including my own AU bc I can!) and he had this oh so radiant smile plastered on his face all day, every day. Once Slenderman "saved" the poor kid, Jeff was so burned out he genuinely could no longer smile and he had those tired bags under his eyes. His new "father" wanted him to look happy. Very, very happy and thus he carved him a permanent smile, bleached the blemishes out of his skin and burnt his eyelids off, and no, the permanent flower crowns on his head do not make his scars any less heartwrenching to behold. But there's hope for Jeff. Liu, his younger brother, once promised him he'd find him no matter how hard the search, and that he'd rescue Jeff from anyone and anything. As a fae-touched human, Liu can do what most mortals can't; rescue the loved one he's lost to the True Fae.

-Smile Dog (Beast Seeming, Hunterheart/Antiquarian dual-Kith) is, to put it bluntly, shit outta luck. While all the other Proxies still somewhat resemble the human form in both body and mind, Smile Dog appears completely animal like, save for their offputting human teeth and, atleast for a pet, above average cognitive functions. The other kids know next to nothing about them; no age, no gender, no time of durance, though it is somewhat known that they're one of the first abductee Slenderman has acquired. Smile Dog's job is simple but delicate: watch over the dungeon library of old lore collected by the Fae over millenia.

(Overall, Slenderman always gave me those fairfolk vibes and I simply couldn't let this figment of my sleep-deprived imagination rest)

[artistictrio]

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[maximuswolf]

What genre is not into you brooksie

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