#word darts

[starwarsmum]

HMB Word Darts number 2!

Marinette paced the cell impatiently. It was just her luck that not only had she been unsuccessful in her plan to free the research animals but she had tripped over another person and now they were both being detained. She glanced up at the man who had been shoved into the cell with her but he was scowling at the ceiling so she went back to her restless pacing.

“Would you cease your incessant movement?” He sniped suddenly, making Marinette stop just to glare at him. “We are stuck in here because of you, I would appreciate it if you did not drive me to insanity with your constant back and forth motions.”

“Oh bite me, you were in my way, and if you had been there for a legitimate reason, you wouldn't be in here at all. You had to know being caught and sent to jail was a risk or you're just contributing to the dumb pretty person stereotype.”

“It most certainly was not a risk until you barrelled into me and halted my attempt to free the creatures. I cannot say I have ever been on this side of a jail cell before, and as such I will undoubtedly be released before long as it is my first offense.”

“Man, wish I could say the same,” Marinette sighed, slumping into the seat next to him. She propped her head up on her hand and looked at him with some interest. She hadn't been lying when she said he was pretty, he had a strong jaw and striking features that made her stomach do that weird swooping thing it always did when she was attracted to someone. 

“I suppose the polite thing for me to say is that I am surprised, but that would be a lie, you were sloppy and under-prepared for whatever your mission was.” It was such a shame his personality made her want to hit something. 

“My ‘mission’ was to free the poor animals that Lex Luthor decided were subhuman enough that he could commit horrible crimes on! Besides, what self respecting animal rights activist hasn't been in a jail cell?” She demanded, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms.

“The kind that doesn't get caught!” The man hissed back, voice low so that he wasn't overheard by the officer on duty. “What use would I be to the suffering creatures if I was caught each and every time I worked to free them?”

“You can't have been doing it often enough to make a difference then,” Marinette sniffed, cheeks stained red from anger. She was saved from further conversation when the officer called out to her and said that she could have her phone call. “I would say it's been a pleasure to meet you, but it most certainly has not.”

“Tt, you will be back in here after your phone call, so I do not understand why you would think-”

“Because I shan't be speaking to you when I return,” she retorted, stalking over to the officer. She disappeared down the hall to the phone banks, ignoring the scowling man. 

_ _ _

Damian was grouchy. He had no intention of calling his family for help but there was absolutely zero chance that they wouldn't hear about this unfortunate event. He glared at the officer who had swapped with the one who had taken the woman to the phones.

He stared blankly at the opposite wall, pretending he couldn't hear the guard whispering on the phone, gossiping about having to haul in ‘The Damian Wayne’ for breaking into a LexCorp building. 

He had only been intending to gather intelligence to get an idea of how many animals he needed to find refuge for, but as soon as he had seen how lethargic and unhappy the rats had been, he had seen red. How anyone could cage rats without stimulation or space to run around properly was beyond him, and he had been determined to get the animals free.

He had been more than surprised when he had come across a petite, dark haired woman who had been muttering to herself as she snapped pictures of the cages. He had tried to sink into the shadows but it almost seemed like she had sensed him and turned towards him with a squeak.

It had all gone wrong from there: the woman had knocked over an entire tray of drugs that had been due to be administered in the night, something Damian had already noted and taken a picture of the write up sheets. The resulting cacophony had brought security guards running and Damian had somehow ended up tangled in computer wires of all things when he had tried to get back out of the room.

When she returned from the phones, she stayed true to her declaration that she would ignore him. It was both a relief that she wasn't fawning over him because of his name and an irritation because if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be in this situation at all!

“Alright, your turn,” the guard said, holding the cell door open and motioning for Damian to follow. As he stepped over the threshold of the cell, he begrudgingly decided that he would have to choose a family member that could collect him. 

In an attempt to delay the inevitable, he called Jon, hoping that Conner wasn't near enough to hear and rat him out to Tim. He breathed a sigh of relief when Jon told him that Conner had sped out of the house about ten minutes before, muttering something about dumbass friends.

He sighed and started heading out of the phone room but pulled up short when he spotted a familiar shock of dark hair and a leather jacket. Apprehensively he walked back with the guard to the cell, avoiding looking at Conner for as long as possible.

“...weren't supposed to get caught!” He was saying, sounding simultaneously exasperated and amused.

“Yes, well, I wasn't accounting for someone else to be doing a break-in at the same time,” the woman shot back, looking annoyed and embarrassed. “Whatever, did they say you could bail me out?”

“Yeah, but you have to be the one to tell Tim what hap- Damian? What the hell are you doing here?” Conner had caught sight of him as the guard had opened the cell. “Mars, you didn't tell me you were getting help from Jon's friend! How did you both get caught?”

“I didn't get help from anyone! This guy royally messed it all up when he startled me badly enough that I knocked over a tray of experimental drugs,” the woman scoffed, shooting Damian a disgusted look. “Besides, look at him! He's clearly a rich, pretty boy that decided he would give the whole activism thing a try.”

“...you're telling me you don't know who Damian Wayne, leader of Gotham’s animal charities for Wayne Enterprises and outspoken animal rights activist,” Conner deadpanned, making the woman blanch and then blush so much that Damian was concerned she would collapse.

“I- you- he- you run the charitable division for animals at Wayne Enterprises?” She spluttered, turning and pointing an accusing finger at Damian. “If you have that kind of power why are you sneaking around in the dead of night? You have the power to fix things through the right channels!”

Before Damian could defend himself or his actions, the police station door opened and Jon sped in, almost knocking a tray of papers over as he went. Conner turned towards his little brother, amused and lifted a hand in greeting. Jon stared at him for a moment before turning fearfully to Damian and swearing that he hadn't told him.

“Tt, that has been apparent, Kent. Your brother is here for a different inmate,” Damian said, jerking his chin towards the woman. She visually bristled and he smirked at her even as he felt mortified that his family was absolutely going to be hearing about this sooner rather than after.

“Marinette? What are you doing here?” Jon asked, obviously bewildered. The name saved itself in Damian's memory, even as he pretended that he didn't care. 

“Okay, look, clearly you're having a lovely heartwarming moment here, but this is a police station,” the officer said loudly and impatiently. The woman, Marinette, flushed and her eyes narrowed in the officer's direction. “If you're bailing these hooligans out, I need you over here for a few minutes and then you can all get out of my hair.”

Conner and Jon both agreed, although in vastly different ways. It appeared Conner was still mostly allergic to being polite to governing bodies and Marinette appeared to be regretting her choice in phone call.

And she was, very much so, but she didn't really have a choice. She had come to visit the Kents for a couple of weeks and she literally only knew them and Conner’s boyfriend Tim, who she did not know well enough to call and ask to bail her out of jail.

“I can't believe that is the same Damian Jon has been raving about for the past week,” she hissed at Conner, glancing back at the two men. Jon shot her a chagrined look and she glared back at him. “He isn't just asocial, he's straight up condescending.”

“Yeah, but Jon's his best friend so he's got some strong blinders on,” Conner said, not bothering to keep his voice down. “And condescending isn't the worst thing I've ever heard him called, so he must have been more polite than usual.”

“Conner, the man told me I was sloppy and under-prepared,” she said, voice low but the anger she felt seeped into it. She knew she went into most of her plans with healthy optimism and belief that her luck would hold, but sloppy? “I love you and Jon, but if he comes as a package deal, I'm going to be visiting a hell of a lot less.”

“Mars, this is literally your first visit,” Conner said, shooting her an incredulous look. He made a frustrated noise and hunched into his jacket when she stared back at him pointedly. “You are quite literally the kindest person I know, and you're going to let your impression of him after meeting him at a break-in dictate how you treat him?”

“That's not fair, you said he was being nicer than usual!” She shrieked before clamping a hand over her mouth and glancing back apologetically. She dropped back to a whisper and thwapped Conner on the arm. “I am a wonderful judge of character, and in spite of his looks, his personality-”

“Oh, gross, you think he's hot, don't you?” Conner said it with a grimace, but there was enough suppressed laughter in his voice that Marinette growled, even as she blushed. “Mars, I know I said you need a boyfriend but you can do better than Damian Wayne.”

“Believe me, I'm done dating vapid rich boys,” Marinette said, waving a hand. “Adrien put me off them for life, I hate the idea of trying to make conversation about nothing important. Plus, with you as a big brother figure I have impossibly high standards.”

Walking behind them, Damian watched Jon wince at whatever the pair in front were discussing. It nettled him that he had to go with them so that they could get Marinette and his vehicles, but he was glad he could block out their inane chatter. 

“What?” He snapped after the last time Jon had winced and sent him a pitying look. His friend didn't say anything, looking away. “Jonathan Kent, you will tell me why you keep looking at me like I am on my deathbed or I will locate some kryptonite so that you can be on one.”

“You totally blew your first meeting with Marinette!” Jon whined, keeping his voice down for Marinette's benefit. Obviously Conner could hear them but that was unavoidable. “I've been telling her all about my cool best friend for the past week so that she doesn't get scared off by you the second you meet and then you manage it anyway!”

“Tt, I do not care what she thinks of me,” Damian said, glaring at the back of Marinette's head as she had a heated conversation with Conner. “She is an impulsive, emotion driven child that I have no intention of babysitting.”

“Dude, she's literally our age. Plus, she lives in Paris, and has her whole life and she's never been akumatised! Which is a good thing, believe me because- ow!” He glared at Conner and rubbed his forehead. “Because Mari is freaking scary when she gets mad.”

Damian furrowed his brows, wondering what Conner had thought Jon was going to say. Clearly it was a secret regarding Marinette that the older Kent did not want to relay to him, which meant that he definitely wanted to know.

He was still looking at Jon when Marinette stopped in her tracks, which meant that Damian almost tripped over her. He cursed as he righted himself, glaring down at the petite woman. She gave him a shrewd look, tilting her head slightly and squinting. 

“Oh my God, you're Jon's best friend,” she said quietly. She swept an eye over him, though he didn't get the feeling that it was sexual in nature. It was almost like she was getting his rough size and comparing it to Jon's. “Shit, did I screw up a mission? Oh man, I can't have screwed up a proper mission, you're not-"

“You owe me twenty bucks, Jon,” Conner crowed smugly, flitting over to his brother. Damian was taken aback by the speed at which he moved, and was ready to snarl out a warning but Marinette didn't even look at him. She was still staring at Damian with a horrified expression. “And given he didn't have any backup, I'd say this was a personal mission, Mars.”

“What am I missing in this conversation?” Damian demanded as Jon handed over a twenty dollar note while grumbling. The two Kents bickered, ignoring him completely and he turned to Marinette with an eyebrow raised, speaking imperiously. “Tell me.”

“That's- I- how are you more handsome under the mask? Wait, no, I meant- shut up Conner, I am having a crisis and you are such a little shit, I'm telling Tim that you-”

“Oh yeah, are you also gonna tell him that you got caught in a LexCorp building?” He rebutted, smirking at her. Damian had frozen the moment she had mentioned masks and was trying to work out how he had been rumbled.

“Kent, does she know your identity?” Damian asked in a low voice and both of them replied affirmatively. Exasperated, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are you being so cavalier in regards to a civilian knowing your identities? Not to mention that you should have informed me so that I would be able to steer clear of them so that my own was not compromised.”

“Oh, I'm not a civilian,” Marinette said offhandedly, still blushing but giving a small smile. When he turned to her, she looked down at the floor before glancing back up. “I, uh, I've met you in the suits before. I usually wear something slightly more spotted, with red?”

“...you are Ladybug?” She nodded and gave him a grimace while he quickly revised every part of their interactions that night. “That is how you got into the building without triggering the alarm, you used the horse - Kaalki, was it?”

“Mhm,” Marinette squeaked, looking pleased that he had remembered the kwami’s name. “It's also why I couldn't get out before we were found; I thought a random civilian would see my transformation. One that was breaking into a building, no less.”

“A more than reasonable assumption,” Damian agreed, stepping slightly closer to her. Now that he knew he was dealing with another hero (one that he had spent a lot of time openly admiring) he felt guilty for the disparaging comments he had made. 

“As adorable as this is,” Conner said loudly, making both of them flush although Damian less obviously. “Maybe we can get moving? We have plans tomorrow and I'd like to get some sleep between now and then.”

“I'm sorry, you're right,” Marinette said guiltily, fidgeting. “Assuming Damian is parked near the LexCorp building, we can probably get there ourselves if you want? That way you can both head home now.”

It was a neat solution that also meant that they wouldn't have overbearing Supers watching over them and Damian was impressed. Given Conner's complaint, it left little room to argue and the brothers departed with a pointed comment that they would expect her home shortly.

“Shall we?” She asked, looking up at him shyly and Damian found himself offering his elbow to her. She blushed again as she took it, before launching into a conversation about his work with animal charities. 

They arrived at her motorcycle much too soon and Damian surprised both of them by asking for her phone number so they could arrange a time to combine their efforts to free the research animals.

Part 2

[egophiliac]

I was wanting to try doing an art piece in the style of the signature spell poster art pieces you create. But I’m not really the best at coming up with a composition for such a thing.

Do you have a process for how you come up with the compositions for them?

oh, awesome! it is an INCREDIBLY enjoyable style to work in; I hope you have fun with it! :D

I'm not great at putting my thought/art process into words, so my apologies if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll try! my first step is always to do a LOT of thumbnails to figure out both the idea and how I want to show it; not trying to do a real sketch or anything, just little doodles to figure out what exactly I'm trying to portray. (I also call these "garbage passes" because they're not meant to be any good, they're just there to throw things out. aha. ha. ...anyway.) I think it's important during that first stage to really focus on the idea and the layout and not to get too bogged down in the actual drawing yet!

I tend to save my final thumbnails, so I'll use 'em as examples (I posted the ones up through episode 5 here if you're interested!) (and, uhhh, spoilers through episode 5 also in this post, hopefully that won't be an issue!)

the main thing I try to think about in composition is balance -- not necessarily in terms of symmetry, but in where each element is placed and how much space it's taking up. remember, empty space is still space! it's also really important to think about the parts that don't have anything in them, as much as the parts that do!

personally, I like to divide things up roughly by both halves and by thirds -- there's a lot more in-depth info out there on why the "rule of thirds" in particular works well visually, but in short, our brains tend to focus on things that are placed closer to imaginary division lines, instead of in the exact center of an image. so even when I'm doing something that is very centered and symmetrical, I try to keep that in mind and generally aim around those for landmarks like faces/eyes (or...where they would be, anyway) and other focal points.

it's not a formula of "the character's face should be in this division of this grid" or anything, more like "our minds like to focus on these areas, let's think about how to use that", if that makes sense! and of course rules are made to be broken, art is lawless anarchy, and so on. but it can be a good starting place for deciding where you want to put things!

(blue - thirds, red - half)

and against the finished versions, because they do usually end up changing a lot (including the empty space of the border):

(...these actually lined up a lot better than I thought they would. :') it makes me look like I do things way more intentionally than I do.)

other stuff I just try to keep in mind is that our eyes like following arcs and paths, which can be a good way to guide the eye:

and frame and control the focus:

honestly, composition is one of those things I feel like I struggle with a lot, so I'm not sure how much of this is helpful or actually makes sense outside of my head. but hopefully it helps a little! it's all just stuff to think about while drawing and not anything hard-and-fast, so don't, like, stress out about making sure things are lining up exactly on the thirds or anything. again, it's more "our brains think these are the dopest parts of the rectangle" than anything else! take advantage of the cool parts of the rectangle!

NOW GO HAVE FUN DRAWING seriously though, it is always super cool that other people like this idea and style enough to want to do it themselves and for other/their own characters! thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

[totohasitprintedout]

for some reason this sentence cracks me up

P.S. thank you Lando for giving us memeable content in every interview <3

[tj-crochets]

so in the past I have made themed gifts for people who have helped me* and it's been a little weird but like. Understandable to the person I am gifting the thing to weird? My current problem is that I want to make something for my endocrinologist because he has improved my quality of life hugely** but endocrinology doesn't have an easily themed gift and my endocrinologist reminds me very very strongly of like a sad greyhound or a whippet but I cannot explain to this very nice, very normal man that "hey I made you a plushie of a dog because I wanted to thank you for the steroids and you remind me of a dog. In a good way!" *like teeth plushies for the dentist who helped me figure out I have to have dental anesthetic without epinephrine in it, or a chicken plushie for the people at the chicken restaurant that went the extra mile to get their ingredients list that were the reason I figured out I'm allergic to coconut **I had what would have been a severe allergic reaction and it wasn't pleasant but I didn't end up in the hospital and I didn't take like a week minimum to recover and

[disturbnot]

inactivity puppy tax

[amoralmorel]

listen. i need markings like perhaps that of a poisonous frog that indicate to the world that i am aroace. because. well. i do not wish to be apostrophized by people with intentions.

[bubmyg]

anyway i reiterate the cheesy as fuck sentiment abt having grown up with jeongguk like once a month but hearing him describe how his growth has been a process and he has so many factors to account for in whatever that shift may be just made me sit and reminisce a little like i too cant pinpoint a particular moment as a fan and at the same time, the shy youngest who barely spoke in interviews that i felt instantly adoring to doesn’t feel disconnected or surprising from the soft spoken but quietly confident man i continue to adore today. like there wasn’t some drastic image shift. jeongguk has just been jeongguk, at least as long as ive known him, and i think that’s what makes him so easy to love and root for. i’ve never doubted his sincerity and i think that’s one of his strongest traits as a vocalist: he’s believable and he’s genuine and he’s so passionate abt the art of performing and improving. he so ardently is my forever singer and i continuously feel quite inspired by his growth that has never quite come without an equal, if not greater, amount of suffocating love and tenderness. i greatly appreciate that i have been able to “grow up” loving jeongguk

[kaitowotd]

Kaito's Bear of the Day: Monokuma

never in all my years would I expect to see him as a boardwalk game stand prize, but here we are. To all my friends living in the US: If you choose to celebrate, don't forget to have fun with your families and friends first and foremost + DON'T BLOW YOUR FINGERS OFF WHEN LIGHTING FIREWORKS!!!! If you don't celebrate, whether it be out of choice or because you don't live in the US, I hope you also have a fantastic day with whatever it is you may be doing today!

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

Luca stands under the board for darts(?) and Clemente throws knives at him trying to hit the marks😭

[starwarsmum]

HMB Word Darts Entry 3! A follow on from An Unfortunate Meeting

Marinette was sitting at her breakfast nook in her apartment and wishing she was still in bed. She had stayed up far too late working on a commission but had promised to be awake for a coffee date with Alya that morning. So she had set a million alarms and forced herself out of her bed.

In spite of her waking up on time and skipping a shower, she was still pressed for time. She flew into the coffee shop, wheezing an apology as she dropped into the seat opposite one of her best friends. Alya had the nerve to laugh at her for being late and Marinette pouted at her.

“Girl, I don't understand how you can be late every time,” Alya laughed, shaking her head even as someone brought their regular coffee order over with a plate of cookies. “Anyway, care to explain why I got a notification that you were in the American news last month?”

“Because there were animals being mistreated?” Marinette replied innocently. When Alya gave her an unamused look, she threw her hands up in exasperation. “I don't know, okay? All I did was team up with an activist in the states who turned out to have a little more power to his name.”

“Yeah, that's another thing; since when do you know Damian Wayne? I can't believe you collaborated with him to take down a LexCorp laboratory!” Alya semi-shrieked in awe. “Like, girl, when you get into something, you properly get into something. What's your next activist plan, and can I be the one to break the story?”

“Als, I don't go out looking for horrendously treated animals, I just deal with them if I come across it,” Marinette replied, shaking her head before downing half of her coffee. “And I met Damian through my friend Conner, whose little brother is best friends with Damian.” 

“Wait, you're telling me you also met Jonathan Kent?!” Marinette shushed her friend, flapping her hands in a ‘be quiet’ gesture. “Did you meet Clark and Lois too? How could you not tell me any of this?”

“Um, I told you I was going to stay at the Kent's house? I'm pretty sure I told you that I was staying with my friend, Conner Kent and his family. And why do you care who their parents are?”

“Um, because they are literally my heroes? The most important journalists to ever walk this earth and a power couple to rival all others? They are everything I aspire to be, and you didn't even mention that you knew them!”

“Okay, I'm sorry,” Marinette said, holding out the plate of cookies to her as a peace offering. “Anyway, it wasn't a big thing, I was an afterthought in that article and you know it. If Damian hadn't been involved it would have blown over and no newspaper would have touched the story.”

“Fine, but if you keep me out of the loop of another story, we are having words,” Alya said severely. “Besides, that's not why I asked you to meet up today! I was talking to one of the guys in the office - he's pretty cute - and it turns out his parents also bake. I know you kind of haven't been on a date in a while but I showed him your picture and he was very interested in getting to know you. So, can I give him your number?”

“Oh, um, well, the thing is-”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you have been out of the dating game for too long and I refuse to let it slide any longer,” Alya interrupted, frowning at her best friend. “I think your last real relationship was with Adrien, and that was well over two years ago. Why are you so against giving anyone I suggest a chance?”

“It's not like I don't want to give them a chance, Alya,” Marinette said, frustrated and annoyed. “And I have given people you suggest a chance before. But I'm tired of trying out whatever guy you decide suits me. Why can't I just wait to meet the right guy at the right time?”

“You're right,” Alya said, sounding subdued. “I'm sorry, Mari, I just know how much of a romantic you are and I want you to be happy. But I promise, this guy is really nice and he’s easy on the eyes too! Not much taller than you, blond and a pair of beautiful blue eyes.”

“Thanks, but no thanks, Als. I've been thinking a lot about heading stateside and my friends there said they would happily put me up for a while, so I could get my feet under me.” Marinette's phone buzzed at an incoming message and she glanced down and smiled when she saw it was from Damian. Their- friendship?- had really taken off, chatting regularly and discussing anything and everything.

“Wow, that's a big move,” Alya mused. She took a sip of her coffee before setting it down. “Think you'll team up with Gotham's Ice Prince for another newsworthy escapade?” 

“I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I don't plan these things,” Marinette said fondly. “Besides, I'm sure Damian's busy running the animal charities division at Wayne Enterprises.”

“Marinette, I was obviously joking,” Alya said, sounding exasperated. At Marinette's confused look, she elaborated. “Look, whatever fluke made him friendly enough to get through a takedown of a LexCorp lab isn't likely to happen again. Everyone knows that Damian Wayne has a shitty attitude and generally dislikes people. His temper is legendary.”

“Oh, yeah, well, believe it or not, I think his temper tantrums are kind of cute,” Marinette said jokingly, blushing. Alya rolled her eyes over the rim of her coffee mug.

“Haha, sure, the girl who got the biggest crush I've ever seen on a guy because he gave her an umbrella in a freaking storm is now head over heels for a guy who routinely calls women who try to speak to him ‘harlots’. He's got a pretty face but he's nasty.”

“...you know, he's really not that bad,” Marinette hedged, wincing at the disbelieving look Alya shot her. “Okay, in my defence, I thought he was a jerk too but everyone's always telling me I jump to conclusions too quickly when meeting people. And after I actually spent some time with him…”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, tell me you're not pining after Gotham's most notorious jerk,” Alya pleaded, gripping her mug tightly. “You do realise that he's famous for not dating and eviscerates anyone who approaches him romantically, right?”

“I haven't even said anything,” Marinette protested, although she couldn't look her friend in the eye. Alya groaned and removed her glasses so that she could pinch the bridge of her nose more easily. Marinette sniffed. “You could have a little faith that I could charm him.”

“I think you just like falling for the least attainable guys,” Alya sighed, shooting Marinette a sympathetic - but frustrated - glance. “But this time I think you're shooting a little too high. Not that that's ever stopped you before and you won't consider anyone else in the meantime. I'll just have to tell Pierre that you're planning to leave Paris.”

“I mean, you wouldn't be in this position if you weren't trying to pimp me out to your work friends,” Marinette said in a wounded voice. “And just so you know, Damian and I get along fine. We met poorly but after that we've been chatting pretty regularly.”

“Whatever you say,” Alya said before moving the conversation along. Marinette let out a breath of relief and pushed away thoughts of the American vigilante.

Part 3

[watcheraurora]

"Tango noises" are really hard to try and spell sometimes

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[bellezzamortale]

humphries got so much stick it might as well be a whole bonfire the last couple years for "not having a personality" and "being boring", then he gets involved in petty press conference quote drama ONCE and is instantly visibly riled up and on the verge of losing

[blocksandco]

I like to look at people’s DNIs who I’m not even interested in following and then block them for it. like if you don’t want me to interact I won’t. You will be sent into the ether before you even have the chance. Goodbye

[makoredeyes]

Next word is: moan.

No happy sounds in this one!

“Oh no…” Felspring moaned, seeming to wither with grief as Felwinter found a ship he could pop the canopy on without difficulty.

[dwellordream]

"According to Brother Louvel, Naamah was filled with a mystic purity of spirit when she went to the King of Persis, and when she lay down with strangers in the market. But that is what they say at Gentian House, and not at Alyssum, where they say she trembled to lay aside her modesty, nor at Balm, where they say she came in compassion. I know, for I listened to the adepts talk. At Bryony, they say she made a good bargain of it, and at Camellia, that her perfection unveiled left him blind for a fortnight, which led him to betray her out of uncomprehending fear. Dahlia claims she bestowed herself like a queen, while Heliotrope says she basked in love as in the sun, which shines on middens and kings' chambers alike. Jasmine House, to which I would have been heir, holds that she did it for pleasure, and Orchis, for a lark. Eglantine maintains she charmed with the sweetness of her song. What Valerian claims I know not, for of the two Houses that cater to tastes with a sharper edge, we heard less; but I heard once that Mandrake holds Naamah chose her patrons like victims and whipped them to violent pleasures, leaving them sated and half-dead."

Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart