#trix x umber

[doodle-do-wop]

hey

you always draw shirtless men- lets see an armless woman

ok

zooms and enlightened translation undercut

UMBER + HER NEVERSEEN TATTOO AND TRIX IN HIS PEAK 'I MISS MY WIFE TAILS'

Translation

Trix design by @chronically-ill-psionipath(i just gave him a beard and make him like 5x more scruffy looking)

[nejitenotp]

which part of your ship would record the fight the fight and which one would be in it??

[the-coolest-black-brother]

/spoilers kotcl 1-9/

okay so I just read the kotcl books and wow I know I should be normal and don't mind the fact that LITERALLY EVERY ELVES (yeah no, except the neverseen I mean) ARE SO KDHSKM STUPIDS SOMETIMES ?? we all assume that they are smarter than humans but UMBER ?? YOU JUST HAVE TO COLLECT SOME ADN AND YOU'D KNOW WHO SHE WAS pls there's only one good character in the 'good' side and it's an old neverseen !?

so here are my fav' characters:

Marella !! She's really the most relatable character and the way she's left behind by Sophie even if she was her first friend ?? ok too much for me

Trix ? I know it's not the case for everyone but I find him so ... idk he's cool and you know he's a guster ! (and marella's father)

Ruy's pretty cool too, I like all the characters from the neverseen "Fintan's era" all those bad bitch troublemaker who create more or less all the dramas in the lost cities so Ruy or Glimmer

Keefe, glad he's not dead I'd throw up my breakfast if the only love interest was Fitz (no, we're not going to talk about him or I'll burn all my books (for legal reason this is a joke))

Oops so that's all I guess ? Fintan maybe ? Or dex ?

and sigh all those character I just can't stand anymore

FITZ and I won't explain it

M. FORKLE AHHHH JUST SHUT UP OR SAY SOMETHING INTERESTING sorry je me suis emporté

Sophie, pleaaaaase Shannon just change your protagonist she's "not like other girls" she has 346 powers and I think I talk for everyone when I say we suffered waiting 8 books for her to do something useful (little pause to dry my tears)

Linh, this perfect girl

and Gisela (classic)

Oh and btw rare picture of tam song and his favorite song

[aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen]

anonymous blogs are such a fun thing we have on kotlc tumblr, but I feel we as a community have been doing it wrong, so here’s some dos and donts for sending an anonymous ask!

do:

“my conspiracy is that Kenric is actually Gethen and has been a bad guy this whole time”

don’t:

“I know Kenric is only in kotlc for plot purposes but he’s actually so evil and is such a bad character”

do:

“y’all fintan and gisela are actually made for each other PLEASE <3”

don’t:

“bronte x fintan is such a awful ship like they’re literally enemies!!”

do:

“I think umbtrix is such a cute ship name for umber and trix like their names fit together so well!”

don’t:

“I am so tired of people calling umber x trix ‘shadowwind” it doesn’t make sense and it sounds like a crappy warrior cats oc sorry not sorry”

do:

post positive opinions or theories, they of course can and probably will conflict with other peoples opinions but

dont:

make negative posts or shut down other people’s opinions and ships, or just be hateful to characters, because that’s just not fun

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

the neverseen consist of: alvar x ruy, trix x umber, gisela x vespera, brant x jolie, fintan x dimitar, and gethen x sword

[officially-shannon-messenger]

Umber x rayni since rayni is an adult

Umber x Trix x Rayni polycule

[keeperofthelostnerds]

petitioning shannon for the Umber x Trix backstory

[camelspit]

Oops! I am sorry for rayni x linh I did not recognize the age gap :(

I’m guessing this means no glam?

Its not your fault, I think Shannon in general just needs to be clearer with ages.

At the moment I cant think of anyone who can be shipped with Glimmer except Trix, Umber, and Wylie. (And even then im not 100% on Trix and Umbers ages, this is just a guess)

[gay-otlc]

ok i have my nightbreeze (the umber x trix name i came up with which i only realized now is a warriors character or smth.) fic then my gradaline fic then i'll write the keefe pov

Idk much about warrior cats but that really does sound like a warrior cat name.

Anyway good luck with the writing!

[stellar-lune]

MKAY HEAR ME OUT—

So I have a bunch of probably wrong theories about Book 9 and I’m gonna turn them into a fanfic (eventually), and here is some stuff i’m gonna put in it:

-Umber and Trix’s daughter: She’s an Astrakinetic (a “new” but not actually new special ability) and a polyglot

POV switches between Sophie, Keefe, Glimmer, and Astrakinetic girl (i need to pick a name still).

Contains:

-Sokeefe (Sophie and Keefe)

-OC x Glimmer

-Linhella (Linh and Marella)

-Stiruca (Stina and Maruca)

-Tiana (Tam and Biana)

-Possibly Fedex? (Fitz and Dex)

OC x Glimmer’s relationship:

best friends > crushes > strangers > enemies > reluctant allies > enemies again > wait, maybe we aren’t enemies > friends again but hiding feelings > lovers ?!?!

[samwinlover-blog]

These Burdens I Carry- Part 4

Part One Here Part Two Here Part Three

Pairing: Sam x reader Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader Warnings: trials!Sam, angst, swearing, canon divergence (I didn’t really follow the plot of the actual season!) gore!!!!! Summary: While everyone else notices how much the trials are killing Sam, the reader can’t sit on her hands anymore and decides to do something about it. A/N: So this is my little love letter to my followers before I leave for camp for two weeks!! Oh my god two weeks without talking to you guys what am I gonna do:( I love you all so much<3  Ps: Yes I’m aware I’m evil leaving this on such an angsty cliffhanger, if you guys want to write your own endings feel free! Make sure to tag me in them I’d love to read them all when I get back!!!!<333  Tag list:  @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff@iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista@d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@love@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes @spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic​@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad@keepcalmandcarryondean gabriels-trix

*Feedback is always appreciated!*

Your phone didn’t stop buzzing for the entire hour you sat in your car and waited for the Hellhound to appear. If you knew Sam, and you did, when you opened your phone you would be showered with texts and voicemails that would take years to filter through. 

At first he’d be worried, so worried, and it’d show through the tone of his voice and the mannerisms of his messages. But then, you guessed about a half hour in, he’d get restless. 

Pleading would turn to begging and before you knew it Dean’s voice would probably be in those voicemails as well. He wouldn’t break down like his brother had though, instead he’d get angry. 

You knew that the minute you opened your phone, the minute you listened to those voicemails and read those texts, you’d want to turn back. You’d be faced with Dean’s wrath and Sam’s pity- two things that would definitely make you cave. 

So instead of checking your phone, you tuned out the buzzing and threw it in the back seat. But you could still hear the vibrations that translated to Sam’s heartbreak in your head, and after a while you opted for the less gentler approach. 

You blasted music. 

Setting a timer for the remaining 21 minutes, you shut the doors of your Jeep and turned the volume up until even the sound of your own heartbeat was drowned out. 

The wild, off-kilter beat of Metallica, Bad Company, and so many more- all of which painstakingly reminded you of the Winchesters- muted almost everything else in the car. But you didn’t dance or sing along like you usually would, no, instead you just sat there twirling your knife between your fingers. 

You’d make the knife spin and dance dangerously close to your skin, just grazing the softness of your palms, until you pulled it back and began again. Maybe it was for the rush, even though you were about to get plenty of that battling a Hellhound, you didn’t know. 

Only 5 minutes left, you probably should have moved- or at least answered Sam’s texts. But you stayed sitting, listening to but not really hearing the music blaring through your car. 

2 minutes to go and you knew you had to get up. You had to get out of the car and get ready, so that’s what you did. When you turned the music off, your Jeep’s sudden silence was deafening, and you instantly felt uneasy. But hunters weren’t supposed to feel fear, so you swallowed it and got out of the car instead. 

You wished you’d brought the Impala instead of your own banged up Jeep. 

Unlike your own, the Impala was filled to the brim with memories, almost every surface in that car reminded you of something. It was more than that though, it reminded you of Sam. And Dean too. The two people who you’d die for, who you very well might die that day for- at the claws of a Hellhound. If you’d brought the Impala then at least you’d be surrounded by the memory of the Winchesters, not just some car that held absolutely no sentimental value. 

When you stepped out of your Jeep and onto the dirt road, the Hellhound appeared. Or at least you heard it growling. 

As if it was an instinct, your hand shot to your pocket and retrieved the glasses, jamming them onto your face to level the playing field. The Hound stood not 10 feet away from you, crouched down low with its legs bent as if it could pounce at any moment. And it very well could. 

So you remembered your gun. 

With a bang and then one more you’d hit the thing’s shoulder, and it charged. You heard a yelp and a growl before the Hellhound barreled at you, baring its teeth in pair or determination- you didn’t know which. 

You shot at it until your chamber was empty and you were forced to toss your gun to the side, your machete was the only thing that was going to save you now. 

So instead of running up to meet the Hound in the middle, you stood your ground. Strengthening your stance and squaring your shoulders you held the knife out, ready to be pounced on. 

And just as you’d predicted, the Hellhound did exactly that- it pounced. 

With a claw to your left shoulder, you were knocked to the ground by sheer force. But you were ready, and just as the beast’s paw came in contact with your shoulder it impaled itself on your knife. 

With an earsplitting shriek and then a whine, the Hellhound relaxed its weight on top of you and took its last breath. But its claw was still imbedded in your shoulder, breaking the flesh hidden under a jacket and causing you to grit your teeth in agony. 

“Shit, oh shit,” You whimpered as red pooled in the creases of your shirt, swirling and trickling all over as you bathed in the Hound’s blood. But it wasn’t entirely his, your own was mixed in with it as well. 

You didn’t want to look at your shoulder, because you knew that if you did it would be entirely shredded. So instead you pushed the beast off of you with your good arm, crying out in the process, and stood up. 

But when you got to your feet, any leash you had upon yourself broke, and you couldn’t just grit your teeth or grimace any longer. So you yelled, clutching a hand to your shoulder and shoving your fingers in the tears there to stop the blood flow. 

You’d been shot before, you’d been cut and beaten up too, but they all paled in comparison. It must have been something about the Hellhound’s bite that caused so much agony. Because in addition to the slicing pain, you felt a sickly, poisonous, burn somewhere deep within your shoulder.  

By the time you’d flung yourself into the back seat of your car to retrieve your phone, the entire left side of your body was slick with blood. It ran all the way down to your socks, and you felt its squish with every step you took. 

When you finally found your phone, you fumbled around with it until you saw Sam’s name, and he answered almost immediately, “(Y/N)?!! What’s going on?!” 

“Hey, hey, Sammy, Oh m-my god,” You cried out again from the pain, and heard Sam call out for his brother on the other end of the phone. 

“(Y/N/N), Hey! Where are you?? Something’s happening with Sam, what’d you do?! Are you okay?!” Dean’s voice came on the line, and you could almost see the way he was undoubtedly furrowing his brow. 

“Wait what? W-what happened with him!?” You cried out again, but this time not from pain, from complete panic, “Is he okay?!” 

“Yes! He’s completely fine,” Dean barked back, “Which is the thing- (Y/N) he’s completely fine. Back to normal, 100% Sammy. So I’m gonna ask you again, what the hell did you do?!” 

He kept yelling at you for a few minutes after that, something about how reckless you were being, but you didn’t hear him. Everything after ‘completely fine’ was a blur, because you’d done it. 

Sam was okay, actually he was awesome if Dean wasn’t exaggerating.  

“(Y/N)!” The younger Winchester’s voice was muffled at first, “(Y/N)! Come on, answer!” 

“Whoa- what??” You snapped back and realized that it wasn’t relief making you zone out, it was blood loss, “Guys you, you gotta come get me. I’m bl-bleeding too much, I gotta live. Guys I don’t want to die,” 

“Okay, we’re coming. Babe, don’t worry, just focus, okay?” Sam made his voice gentle, but you could tell he was panicking, “Where are you? Can you look around and tell me where you are?” 

You lifted your head to peer back at the abandoned warehouse, spotting an old sign that said Umber and Jones Furniture Supply in dusty red letters, that had to be enough. 

“Umber a-and Jones Furniture Supply,” You croaked out into the telephone and laid your head back down on your Jeep’s seat. 

Sam’s voice almost immediately answered, “Okay, okay, we’re coming, we’ll be there as soon as we can. You gotta hang in there, can you do that? (Y/N), can you do that for me?”

You heard it in his voice, in everything that he said, he was terrified. His words were too rushed, they came out in messy strings of sentences that sounded panicked over the phone. So you nodded your head even though he wasn’t there to see it, and whispered over the phone, “Yes, y-yeah,” 

“Good,” He sputtered, breathing an audible sigh of relief, “I’m gonna put you on speaker and you’re going to talk to Dean and I the whole way, okay?” 

“Okay,” You repeated, feeling your head loll to the side, “Sam, Sam I’m scared.” 

The other side of the line was quiet for a moment, as if neither of the boys knew how to respond. It was definitely a first for you, admitting to actual fear. But after a moment, Sam responded sounding more assured than ever, “I know, I know. But Dean drives fast, and you’re going to be okay.” 

But just as he said it, you felt your shoulder go limp, and understood what was happening. You let out a chuckle that was dry at best at the realization, “No I’m not,” 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), don’t say that.” Dean called from other side of the line, his voice sounding muffled and gruff from the distance, “If you die on us I swear to Chuck, I’ll go upstairs, drag you back down, and then kill you myself.” 

“Hey, th-they’re my last w-words,” You tried to laugh again, but it just came out as a wheeze, “L-let me, let me pick them, Winchester.” 

You heard the click of Sam taking you off speaker phone, “Babe, don’t do that. Don’t pick your last words, they’re not your last words. Come on, just talk to me a little more, we’re 20 minutes away, we’ll be there so soon.” 

“Sam, you’ve been the love of my god damn life,” You found a moment of strength to get the words out clearly, “Thank you,” 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).....” He choked, the initial shout of his voice trailing off into nothing as he said your name over the phone. 

“Sam Winchester,” You whispered, feeling the life practically leak from you. And in that moment you knew that if his name was the very last thing you said, if the very last breath you took was to say the name Sam Winchester, you’d die a happy woman. 

[chronically-ill-psionipath]

GUYS! ANOTHER POLL ART REQUEST!

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

Umber x vespera

nO /lh

we ship umber x trix and gisela x vespera in this household

[camelspit]

Crazier than you is such a Umber x Trix (Nightbreeze) song

Oh, I actually love this!!!

Never listened to the song before but I looked up the lyrics and ksnsnsmsek

Some of my favorite examples:

I think you have absoloutely captured their vibe with this!!!!

This actually made me take a quick scroll through my playlist to see if I couls find any songs that fit with them, and I think Call the Nightingale by Vian Izak also works!

[gay-otlc]

ship bingo nightbreeze(trix x umber)

I do not care about them sorry