#unnamed anon!!

[nahidasgarden]

checking in on your fingers-

how many fingers do you have?

That's an interesting question! I've always been told humans have 10 digits and I've never bothered to count my own. There's not really a use for double checking, after all!

Let's see....

Hmmm...

Yup! I have 10! Hopefully that doesn't change anytime soon :)

[jacquesthepigeon]

Just saw your cameo in the new scarlet lady, everyday your fame grows lol

😎

Please, one at a time

[sotwk]

Cinder Girl (Fíli x unnamed OC)

Summary: The Crown Prince of Erebor faces the dilemma of losing his heart to a lovely yet humble palace servant.

Word count: 2.4 k

Content: Fluffy, tropey romance and comfort, Durins Live AU, post-BotFA, class division, love confession, Pining Prince Fíli

Rating: General (no warnings apply)

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication and Inspiration: Thank you to the Anon who inspired this concept long ago by sending me this message! <3

Also for my friend, @guardianofrivendell, a true Fíli aficionado with an incredible repertoire of fics of our beloved Dwarf Prince. You probably don't remember, but this fic fulfills the "Love Confessions" request you made from my Valentine Event in 2023! Better late than never? Welcome back! <3

Cinder Girl 

The Reclaimed Kingdom of Erebor

Third Age 2945

What to do, what to do? The proper thing, of course. The decision should be that simple, and it usually was so for Fíli.  

Except now. Except when it came to her. 

The young dwarf lord tugged on the beaded braid of his mustache and leaned forward in the cushioned bench on which he sat. He made a motion to stand, only to plop back down again with a frustrated grunt. He had been dithering that way for the last ten minutes, at least. 

And he had spent twice as long sitting there, only half ashamed of allowing himself to enjoy the sight that surprised him when he returned to his chambers following a day-long council meeting. 

I am just looking, is all, Fíli reminded himself, desperate to excuse his poor manners. He knew the right thing to do would be to gently wake her, assure her that she was in no trouble, and allow her to discreetly exit the room she should never have been caught in. 

Surely this was a sign. A gift from Mahal himself, to force his stubborn, weak arse into action. Yet there he was again, he who was hailed as the Lion of Erebor, one of the bravest warriors in the kingdom, just sitting there stupidly, staring as he always did, because he could never find neither strength nor courage to do anything else in the presence of this dwarrowdam that stole the very breath from his lungs. 

Even as she lay there on the lush fur rug by the fireplace, in a cozy warmth that likely had lulled her to sleep, her presence paralyzed him. She was that very rare gem, found only once in a generation, exquisite in itself without need for cutting or polishing, or settings of gold, or other fine stones to accompany it. 

"Beyond beautiful," Fíli thought, and his chest filled with both longing and wonderment of how utterly she had ensnared him with so little effort, with such little awareness of the effect she caused.

She had dazzled Fíli the moment she cast her first smile and first spoke his name, and from then on the prince was blind to all others. When she laughed, Fíli finally understood why his brother Kíli constantly acted the fool just to earn that sweet sound from his own lady’s lips.

And so Fíli neglected to mention the titles that accompanied his name, and as a result he was able to enjoy hours of conversations with the newcomer from the Blue Mountains, basking in her uninhibited laughter and open stories and playful touches.

But the ruse would not last even a month. When she finally discovered that the new “friend” who had welcomed her to Erebor was actually King Thorin’s heir, next-in-line to the throne of Durin, an invisible wall rose between them. She never laughed in the same way around him again. She remained friendly and kind, yes, but every action toward him was suddenly restrained by prim courtesy. Their once animated conversations were dampened by measured, cautious responses. Even her beautiful smile was dimmed by a strange sadness, as though the knowledge of his royal identity disappointed her. 

"Please, you don't have to…" he said, when he once tried to stop her from bowing to him as they passed each other in the hall. 

"It is only proper, my lord," she murmured, keeping her lovely eyes lowered to her feet, only doubling Fíli's frustrations. "I bid you a good day, Prince Fíli."

And she hurried away with her cleaning pail in tow, before Fíli could offer to help, before he could muster up the nerve to invite her to dinner, which was why he had come down to the servants’ hall in the first place. All he had succeeded in doing was send the tongues of the palace domestic staff wagging. 

Eventually Fíli's despair grew heavy enough that he sought Balin's counsel, daring not to broach the topic with the one person who could completely relieve him of his fear: that no future was possible between the Heir of Durin and a dwarf not only from a different clan, but without rank or advantages. 

Balin remained silent while Fíli laid out his entire predicament--during the prince’s impassioned speech, and a long while after. Too long, so much that the thoughtful calm Fíli usually admired in his sagacious old cousin only set his teeth on edge.

“I must say this is troubling news to hear indeed,” Balin finally spoke, tugging thoughtfully at his beard.

“Troubling?!” Fíli exclaimed. “How could you already deem it as such when you have not yet met her? What matters her lack of status when she is the sweetest and gentlest soul to ever bless me with her company?! That is, until she decided she could no longer tolerate my presence,” he amended glumly. 

“Calm yourself, boy.” Balin chuckled between sips of his ale. “You have only ever raved this passionately about very few things before, and never about a bonnie lass. For a moment I thought I might actually be speaking to Kíli.”

“That isn't close to either the comfort or counsel I was hoping for, Balin.”

“Harrumph. That is because I have neither of those things for you, lad! What you need is to be slapped back into your senses!” Balin shook a stout finger at the dwarf-prince. “Have you so little knowledge or faith in your Uncle that you could not bring this matter straight to him?”

Fíli drew back, eyebrows lifted in bewilderment. “I thought he would scoff at the frivolity of it, before declaring my desire for her as unsuitable.”

“Because the girl is common?” Balin snorted when Fíli nodded. “It would wound Thorin so deeply to hear this, that I shall not even bother repeating your words to him.” He reached across the dinner table to grip Fíli’s arm. “Your Uncle risked his life, risked everything to take back this Mountain for you, my boy. To give you the future that he felt you deserved. Do you think that future is all about gold?”

Balin smiled and slapped Fíli gently on his slack-jawed face. “It is about choice, and freedom. The freedom to chase whatever dreams you wish. Go and speak to Thorin. It appears there is much he needs to clarify about his expectations of you as the realm’s prince and his heir.” 

Fíli had genuinely intended to heed Balin’s advice to discuss things with his uncle. But after failing to quickly gain an audience with the chronically busy king, he let his nerves conquer him yet again, as he put off pursuing that conversation. And so day after day passed with him stuck in the plight of his own making… leading at last to that evening, when the source of his agony literally lay right before him inside his own chambers, demanding to be dealt with.

The more time passed with him just sitting and staring at the sleeping chambermaid, the longer each minute seemed to stretch, and the more ridiculous Fili felt in his inertness. 

Just when his frustration came to its peak, and he felt unable to tolerate himself any longer, the prince rose quietly and stepped towards the figure on the fur rug. 

A pounding knock barely gave him any warning before his chamber door swung wide open and Kili barreled inside. “Did you not say you were starving, brother? What is taking you so--??”

Kili stopped short, his wide-eyed stare darting between Fili and the lady that had stumbled to her feet, disheveled and disoriented. It was impossible to tell who looked more mortified by his arrival. 

“Have I… am I interrupting something?”

“I am so very sorry, milords!” the maiden blurted out. “I didn't mean to, I---I am so--!” Her ashen face suddenly colored by the violence of her embarrassment, she grabbed her cleaning pail from the hearth. The contents rattled inside the metal bucket, so badly did her hands shake as she gave a hasty curtsy to the royal princes.

“N-no, no wait, please… h-hold on for just a moment--” Fili began, when his tongue finally came unstuck from the roof of his mouth, but it was too late. She rushed across the room and straight out the open door without ever lifting her gaze off the ground. 

“Brother, I am sorry, I didn't know--”

Fili brushed aside the apology and scrambled past Kili to fly out into the hallway. Panic had broken through his earlier paralysis and suddenly he could not move fast enough, his body acting beyond the constraints of his judgment. 

He called after her; the sound of her name and his footsteps chased her down the empty corridor. But to Fili's dismay she did not stop or even slow down, and just as she was about to turn a corner and descend the stairs leading from the palace wing, a desperate shout escaped containment, partially strangled in the tightness of his throat, but still too loud to be ignored. 

“I love you, all right?! I love you!!”

The frantic clatter of the metal pail ceased, and all Fili could hear against the ensuing silence was the roar of his pulse beneath his ears. In several strides, he closed the distance to come before the maiden. She stayed rooted to the spot and motionless, apart from the heaving of her bosom as she chased her breath. 

“This was not how I wanted you to find out.” The calm in his own voice surprised Fili, as did the confidence that drove his words. “But I also do not wish to take it back. Hiding from the truth has gained me nothing but pain.”

“I appreciate your candor, milord, and I regret your pain.” She continued to address him, but her eyes remained firmly lowered towards her hands, white-knuckled in their grip around the pail handle. “But what am I to do with these fine words you offer? How can a peasant be worthy to receive the affections of a prince?”

“Worthy?” Fíli repeated in distaste. “What causes you to believe that you must be worthy to--?”

“You are the future King of Erebor.” She spoke loudly over him, as though she had not heard him at all, or was determined not to. “The blood of Durin the Deathless runs in you! I am just a nobody from a Broadbeam village in the Blue Mountains--” 

“I was born in such a village, same as my father!” Fíli cut her off with matching fervor. “And you are certainly not ‘just a nobody’ to me.”

Something in his words finally reached her, for at last she raised her bowed head ever so slightly, just enough for her gaze to meet his, and the tears that shimmered in her eyes wiped away the last of his hesitation.

“We are not different, ghivashel. Not in any way that matters.”

Her smile that bloomed at that word, one that proclaimed her more precious than any treasure in Erebor, revived a light in him that had gone out in the long weeks of her absence. 

When Fíli reached out to relieve her of the cleaning pail, she did not resist. Grasping her wrist, he rested her open hand upon his. He swept his thumb back and forth all across her palm, over the red scrapes and dirt-streaked calluses that made her all the more beautiful and admirable in his eyes.

“Not long ago, I spent each waking day with my face smeared in soot, my arms and hands burnt from the blaze of forge fires, aching to the bone after hours of back-breaking labor.”

He pushed up his tunic sleeve to show her: the patches of discolored skin from old burns, the countless scars that littered the entire length of his arm, almost to his elbow. 

“But I would always go to bed happy, and proud of my honest living, of the smith that I was.” He shook his head and corrected himself. “The smith that I am. Whatever titles and additional duties I may now carry as a consequence of my inheritance, I am still that same soot-covered dwarf.”

He sealed her hand between his two and lightly kissed the fingertips that peeked out from the cage of his palms.

“All I ask is for a chance to show you that,” he said softly. “With the hope that you might come to love what you see in me. For I have already, absolutely, fallen in love with everything I see in you.”

Her silence filled the entire length of the passageway, all the way up to the high ceilings. Under the crushing weight of its persistence, Fíli’s hope started to falter. But as the fear of his failure to convince her started to creep in, his grip all the more tightened around her hand. He couldn't let go. He did not know how he could ever let her go.

“From the first day we met,” she finally spoke. “I already loved everything I saw in you…Fíli of the Blue Mountains.” She tipped her chin up and squared her shoulders, face set with resolution alongside her gentle smile. “I think that love can bring me the courage I need to let the other side of you, Prince Fíli of Erebor, into my heart as well.” 

Fíli’s entire being swelled with such relief and unbridled joy he thought he might catch flame. His arms found themselves around her waist, drawing her close to his desire to demonstrate the feelings he had restrained for too long.

Alas, a sudden and deafening crash rang through the hall to cut off Fíli’s eager quest.  “Sorry, sorry!” yelped a guilty voice in the shadows.

Fíli groaned, then chuckled, and settled for another chase kiss upon his lady’s hand. 

“Would you care to have dinner with my brother and I?” he asked her, nodding in the direction of the ruckus as Kíli struggled to straighten up the decorative suit of armor he had knocked over. “An unrepentant snoop he may be, but I can assure you he is otherwise harmless and actually quite pleasant company.”

“It sounds like a wonderful start to getting to know the rest of you,” she said, eyes bright from their shared laughter, free of even a speck of her earlier doubts. “Because I very much would like to know everything, Fíli. To discover and delight in every wonderful bit of you.”

“And you shall have that,” Fíli vowed, brushing his thumb over the curve of her cheek, over an ashy mark of the fireplace cinders that had brought her back to him. “You already do have me, but I shall also endeavor to give the whole world to make you happy.”

“You are already the whole world,” she declared, and rose on her toes to do what he could not, sealing their confessions with a sound kiss.

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[susartwork]

Chéri!Sans you like someone

👀 Maybe she has a little crush on a guy named "Maverick" by @nova2cosmos

New design!

[ask-tangotek]

What are your favorite things about Jimmy?

<Tango> where do I start? He's soft and kind and he cares about me like nothing I've seen before. I don't remember much of our history but what I do know...

Tango pauses and his hair burns hotter as his face turns bright red

<Tango> oh... he won't see this right?

[hrokkall]

What's gabriel in this au?

Some loser, probably.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

When Tanjiro found out sanemi had a child he made a comment along the lines of “what type of woman likes a man like that” but when he found out it was shinobu’s sister he instantly regretted his comment

what the fuck i’ve been thinking abt sanekana all day HWO DID YOU KNOW hmmghghghdv guys kanae’s dead js bc i can

Tanjiro looked like a child found guilty of taking the cookies when Shinobu popped up almost on cue, holding a small child in her arms. Sanemi instantly smiled at her, taking the baby and turning to Tanjiro with a malicious glint in his eye.

“Hi, little one,” Sanemi murmured to the little bundle in his arms, offering his hand which was instantly pulled down by little tiny ones. “We were just talking about you.”

“Oh, Kamado-san?” Shinobu said, glancing at him.

“…Hello, Kocho-san,” Tanjiro mumbled, casting his eyes down.

“Hello. What were you two talking about?” Shinobu asked curiously, swatting away Sanemi’s hand as the baby attempted to eat his fingers.

“Coincidentally, we were talking about you. Or, well, Kanae,” Sanemi hummed. He moved from Shinobu’s reach, letting the child continue to create a mess of his hand.

“Ah, yes,” Tanjiro agreed quickly. “But I should be going now…”

“No, no, stay,” Sanemi insisted. “You wanted to know about my daughter, right? And her mother?”

Tanjiro bit his lip, nodding slowly. “Uhm. Yes.”

Shinobu smiled gently. “My older sister was the mother.” She gave Sanemi a brief, but furious glare, before turning back to Tanjiro. “Why did you ask?”

“He was questioning Kanae’s… ah, taste,” Sanemi said, rolling his eyes. He booped his daughter’s nose and she smiled widely. “I don’t think he believed she did this willingly.”

Shinobu frowned. As much as she had… disliked Kanae and Sanemi’s relationship, he could count on her on being on his side. After all, she trusted Kanae’s decisions and eventually had grown to trust Sanemi as well.

“Kanae knew what she was doing, I believe,” Shinobu said to Tanjiro, who was turning very red at the moment. “Shinazugawa-san was very kind to her. He can be, when he wants to.”

Tanjiro spluttered. “Yes, I apologize, I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “I didn’t mean that… I didn’t know it was her, before…”

Shinobu hummed. “If it had been without mutual agreement, Shinazugawa would not be standing here right now.”

Sanemi sighed. “No, I wouldn’t,” he agreed.

“Yes, I’m sorry-“ Tanjiro mumbled. He bowed deeply, chanting out apologies until Shinobu waved him off. When he left, she turned to Sanemi, giving him an irritated look.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Sanemi shrugged. “He started it.”

“You idiot.”

[z-v06instance]

" NO ONE HOME, BUT THE VOID IS LOUD " a z-v06 (pressure, roblox) ask blog

you've been in blacksite long enough to confidently say you know how this place works. you learn more and more with every painful retry of the same mission: gather the crystal. so, yes, you can confidently say you understand this place, that you know how each of the creatures that lurk the halls of blacksite function. or so you think, for in front of you sits an open locker. you've seen these lockers, infested and plagued by that sickly darkness that you can feel the gaze of lingering on you. it preys upon the ones who are more idiotic than others; the ones who see its eyes and still run to it for safety. you've seen this before - you've seen all of this before. you've looked the void in the eyes, and it has felt like death. yet here you are, looking the open locker in the eyes, waiting for the suction cups of those octopus-like tentacles to latch onto you and pull you in. yet it does not try to grab you. it does not try to harm you. it simply watches you. for the first time you call out to the void. the void answers back.

for your first visit to this blog, it is recommended that you look under the cut. please note: currently this blog is on an indefinite hiatus. i apologise.

" THE VOID BREAKS US, THEN RESHAPES US. " the following sections are ooc ;; dividers by @/saradika

📼 ⎯ hey hey heyy welcome to my lil rp askblog :3 this is like. my first askblog in 5-6 years im rusty as fuck n barely remember shit. 🎬 ⎯ im the mun, itris, but haley works too! after seeing all the pressure askblogs pop up i decided to be a so called "free thinker" and make one myself. 📼 ⎯ how old am i? what's my main? what are my pronouns? what are you, a cop? i'm not tellin' you that! (all jokes aside, i only feel comfortable answerin one of these: just use it/its or ey/em!) 🎬 ⎯ considering there's like jack shit regarding the lore of the void-mass puddles (afaik), a lot of this blog will be headcanon heavy! (..mun is also neurodivergant and that may slip through so mun is sorry if it does. muse is not intended to be neurodivergant) 📼 ⎯ english is not my first language and i have dislexia so. im so sorry if shit i say doesn't make sense or my spelling is wackers 🙏 i also make up words sometimes without realising it. i am so sorry 🎬 ⎯ i dont usually use tonetags, so ask me if you need me to clarify my tone! 📼 ⎯ aaalright i think this is enough rambling. ya think it's time for us to hop onto the actual muse info?

" PLEASE, PULL ME FROM THE VOID. " this section is about the askblog. it includes muse info, rules, and anything i think is neceserry.

* buckle in, this section may be long. as if this entire thing wasnt already longer than i intended...

BLOG INFO

🌌 ⎯ this blog will contain profanity and mentions of canon typical death/violence. other possibly triggering topics may come up along the way, so please, view this blog with caution. feel free to ask me to tag things. 🔮 ⎯ please, and i mean PLEASE, no sexual stuff (i know why some of you people like tentacles). mun isnt interested in rp-ing that. the only exception are sexual jokes as long as they don't go too far. threaten to fuck the void's mom if you want! (i am not going to question how you'd be able to do that) 🌌 ⎯ ANY interaction is fine by me! feel free to interact as any muse, whether that be an oc, another pressure character, or someone from a whole other fandom! 🔮 ⎯ feel free to claim any anons and ill make a special tag for you (if you aren't on anon ill give you one too)! i may forget to tag some posts tho so if i ever do just. lemme know LMFAO 😭 🌌 ⎯ if im uncomfortable with an ask, ill delete it. but honestly there's not really much that im against. 'nd also lemme know if i ever do somethin that makes ya uncomfortable too!! 🔮 ⎯ unless stated otherwise, anyone who sends an ask will be treated as an expendable ! :3 actually on the topic of asks pls make it clear if ur ask is towards me and not the z-v06 instance otherwise ill answer ic 😭 🌌 ⎯ im alright w/ m!a's i fucking LOVE m!a's 👍 🔮 ⎯ if i randomly stop posting one day assume the void got me.

MUSE INFO [written ic, but not as the z-v06 instance]

🔮 ⎯ this instance of z-v06 answers to anything you use to refer to it. it has no sense of identity, therefore does not have a name or pronouns. it is up to you to call it whatever you'd like. though, i'm not sure if it has the ability to care. ...note to self, see if the verbal z-v06 instance is capable of emotions and feelings. 🌌 ⎯ fascinating.. the instance you've stumbled upon appears to be showing no signs of hostility. though, i'm sure that, just like the rest of the monsters that roam blacksite, if you provoke it, it may become more violent. 🔮 ⎯ it seems to be capable of remembering things you tell it. perhaps it can remember faces too.. 🌌 ⎯ not much else can be said. i suppose you'll have to interact with it in order to find out more about it.

TAGS

( OOC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ MUN HALEY ( ANON )⠀ ⠀||⠀ UNNAMED (^ the "unnamed" will be replaced by the anon name if there is one provided) ( BLOG )⠀ ⠀||⠀ [INSERT WHATEVER BLOG NAME HERE] ( IC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ WITHIN THE VOID WE ARE UNDONE ( ASK ANSWERED )⠀ ⠀||⠀ THE VOID ANSWERS BACK

tws will be tagged as 'tw [triggering thing]'

i prolly forgot some tag ideas or whatever the word is tbh so expect this to be edited 👍

LAST EDITED: 17TH SEPTEMBER 2024

[arttsuka]

Drawing request?

Ur art is just sooooooo awesome and I was wondering if you could draw my Gravity falls oc lili, and dipper together?

Ur art is just so freaking awesome!!! :D

I didn't feel like drawing Dipper (he's hard to draw ok) but I doodled your oc.

[sincerely--me]

//Starter post for @dinosaurthecaliforniagirlanon!

*A portal opens, and a small child comes out of it, as well as a few others...

[???]

Woah... where'd we end up?

[???]

You're the one that opened the portal...

[facelessxchurch]

>>Here is the template for the meme<<

u/willboss27 (Reddit) did the dialogue and I did the art. The Unnamed design is by Willboss also and I will never forgive him for making the Unnamed so drop-dead gorgeous that I have never once managed to draw him in a way I'm 100% happy with.

Here is an excerpt from an upcoming fic describing the Unnamed's eyes:

"The squire jolted, his concentration slipping as thunder boomed across the heavens, and his stream of fire turned to steam. As the horse neighed frantically, rearing up in fear, the squire felt fear of his own as he stared up at the strange man, his eyes peering deep into the squires’ as the dark clouds above lit up with lightning. This close, the boy could see the smallest glints of golden flecks in the man’s near silver eyes."

and I just- isn't that the most gorgeous description of eyes ever?? It's such a shame this art is too small to see the eyes properly >_<

[nahidasgarden]

Big sister nahida...

Hello!

[slashthrashandcrash]

teenage!Danny makes me feel many things. I have yet to determine what those things are.

teenage!Danny exists solely to look extremely cool in candid pictures while making Frank both jealous and inspired by how awesome he used to be at his age as if Legion didn't already look up to Ghostface

[narutocharacterpolls]

My problem is that majority of these people are just voting gai on purpose because they just want itachi to lose, it's very much a known issue that his antis are just bitter losers. It just ruins the whole poll for me because they're voting for someone who is really not attractive to get a reaction out of people and because they hate the other character. These people aren't even being honest. Never saw anyone going so hard for gai's supposed "beauty" until now.

For real this was the last time, i just wanted to clarify ik you're cursing me right now, annoying anonymous retire

I understand what you’re saying, I’m just trying to tell you that the Itachi fans out there are the only ones that can combat the results as they are. You can literally send the poll to your Itachi mutuals or even random Itachi fans. The poll has literally just not reached Itachi fans, but the only way to change that is to make it reach. Even if you don’t find Gai attractive I don’t think it’s fair to say no one does. If I remember right I think he got 4 or 5 submissions of people stating he is the most attractive character. Itachi got 2. There definitely are people that find him attractive, just as there were people that genuinely thought another character that I will not name (😂) better over the other.

I know people jump on things for the joke, otherwise I’m sure Kurama wouldn’t have made it past round one (not to say there aren’t Kurama fuckers, but again, there’s definitely people there for the joke of it). “Fraudulent” votes will exist in every poll. I mean I literally send the polls I’m passionate about to my non-Naruto friend and tell them who to vote 😂 but on the same side, I don’t think it’s fair to say that no one can be attracted to Gai and that anyone who dislikes Itachi is a loser.

[susartwork]

Chéri!Sans knows that Blue Blood guy likes you

Blue Blood belongs to @yanair25

Sunset belongs to @parniathedevil

And a little something from @ask-dcf 💐

[ask-tangotek]

Have your ender/blaze traits ever hurt anyone by accident?

I feel like there will be at least a couple times because of how dangerous those mobs are themselves

<Tango> Kinda... I feel so bad about it still...

<Tango> I was carrying someone in the nether and I needed to get down from a ledge. Understand I'm fire proof and everything I wear is fire proof. But most people arent... and the person I was carrying I didn't think to give advance warning to when I jumped off into the lava. The screams...

Tango looks distant for a moment before shaking it off and moving on

<Tango> I think that was the worst of it. I've definitely burned Zed a few times just with my normal fire. Probably burned some other people too.

<Tango> as for Enderian traits... I don't have many but I've definitely messed up some redstone circuits with my tail before. It's just a good thing I'm a redstoner so I can fix it and if I can't (if it's Docs redstone) I could always just blame it on Grian :)