#dino martens

[lovelylovekitten]

My Webkinz Collection: Part 7

Moondancer, Allison, Sobek, Regina, Mina, Dalton, Seamus, Nerissa, and Charli ❤

[janeyseymour]

The Paradox of Us- part 2

PART 1

Collab with @schemmentisimpasours

Summary: Soulmates. Everyone has one, or at least hopes they have one. But after years of looking, Melissa has given up. She doesn't need a soulmate- doesn't want one. Right?

WC: 4.15k

( i am uploading this so drunk )

You don’t end up sitting with them at lunch the next day, again finding an excuse. You find excuse after excuse until finally, Barbara confronts you about it.

“Sweetheart, if this is about some weird aversion to food or eating in front of each other,” she starts. “Janine used to eat like she was in prison, and Gregory hates most foods. Nobody will question what you eat or the way you eat.”

“I-“ You’re not quite sure what to say if you’re being honest. The fact that your coworker has clearly been thinking about this and how she was going to confront you is so kind- so considerate.

“I also think it may help you adjust more properly if you come join us, at least until you find your groove. None of us will bite, I promise,” Barbara laughs at her own joke.

Melissa might, you think to yourself. But you know that you have nothing to refute without her thinking the worst now, so you begrudgingly agree.

You avoid conversation for the most part, until someone- Janine is her name- questions you about being single, dating casually, or have been lucky enough to find your soulmate. 

You stutter over your words for a minute, “I -uh I- no one.” You cringe as you realize your sentence made no sense so you start again, “I dated casually in college, but not anymore. No soulmate either…but maybe one day.”

Melissa makes a scoffing noise, and your cheeks turn an even brighter red. 

Janine doesn’t seem to notice as she rambles on, “Well, I am sure that you will find your soulmate soon. I did! Right at this school actually.”

She beams over at Gregory, who smiles softly, before he pulls up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal his soulmate tattoo on his wrist. You smile immediately, “Dino DNA. I love it.”

“Of course you would understand nerd shit,” Melissa mumbles, rolling her eyes. 

You retreat further into yourself, trying to finish your food before you die of complete embarrassment. The conversations continue around you, but what you don’t realize is that Melissa is watching you. Studying the way that you always seem to push your hair behind your right ear when you are nervous.  Marveling in the way that your eyes twinkle when someone says something kind to you. She wants to hate you, she really does, but anytime that you are near, she can’t seem to pull her eyes from you. She doesn’t think anyone notices, definitely not you, but someone does. Barbara watches everything with practiced silence and a knowing smile.

Barbara Howard has been around for some time. She’s seen things, she’s heard things, she’s experienced things. She knows Melissa Schemmenti like the back of her hand. And this? Whatever Melissa is doing right now? It’s not her at all. If the kindergarten teacher didn’t know any better, she’d say there’s something akin to when she first met Gerald: her soulmate. But for now, the woman stays quiet. She decides that she’ll just quietly watch everything unfold in front of her unless it’s dire that she intervene. The two of you will figure it out eventually, even if that means you may need a little shove in the right direction.

You continue to have lunch with them everyday, but you mostly stay quiet unless directly spoken to. It’s easier this way. And even still, you catch the dry, almost humorless ‘jokes’, if you could call them that, that the redhead mutters under her breath. And because you stay so quiet, never speaking out of turn- always one to listen with a soft smile on your face from the outside tables, nobody knows a single thing about you or your teaching aside from Barbara. 

Or so you think. A certain second-grade teacher who dresses in leather and heeled Doc Martens knows you quite well from her observations alone. She notices that you wear your nicer clothes on Mondays- a way to start your week out on a positive note. She sees that you drink your coffee nearly identically to her. Your eyes sparkle when you’re working on something you love. You bite the left corner of your lip when you’re nervous, the right when you’re focused. And… she doesn’t think she’s ever seen you with your hair in any other style aside from it being down. Occasionally, you’ll put a curling iron to it, leaving you with sweet waves or curls- usually when you’re in a good mood. But other than that, it’s down and how it dries and lays naturally. 

Days turn into weeks, which turn into months. The end of the school year even begins to approach, and still you remain. Melissa watches you every day, waiting for the moment that you snap and leave. It never comes. She continues to expect it, but it never comes. You settle into a routine at Abbott that makes you blend in even with the most veteran teachers. You start to warm up to other teachers, but Barbara remains your favorite, your mentor, and a close friend- a fact that Melissa is still learning how to accept, even after hours of Barbara reminding her that no one can replace her work wife. It gets easier, and Melissa starts to feel her walls crumbling down; however, a little piece of her can’t let you in. A little voice in her head tells her that letting you in would mean a complete overhaul of her life. So she suppresses her feelings, pushing them down into that safe place she created- the one where she can ignore things that are messy and complicated. There’s something about you that screams messy and complicated despite the fact that you have almost seamlessly inserted yourself into every aspect of the walls of Abbott except her own.

While you are getting used to Abbott and the way that nothing ever seems to work and the district never wants to help, there are some days that it weighs heavily on you.

You sit down at the lunch table, Monday already hanging heavy on your shoulders. Barbara had warned you about how draining Kindergarten could get, but you didn't believe her until today. The day had started with a dream about a certain redhead. It had been sweet, soothing even, to dream of her curled up on your couch watching some silly old-timey film until she leaned in to kiss you, and you jolted awake way past when your alarm should have gone off. Then the kids had been…challenging to say the least. You should have been in your classroom cleaning up spilled glue, tidying pieces of paper that were across the floor, or even mentally preparing for your math lesson- but you need a break with a friendly face. You’re waiting for Barbara when the redhead storms in, throwing her container on the table. She scowls at you. “Great. Barb’s lost puppy waiting for Mommy to come and fix her day.”

You’ve had a shit day so far, and that comment was the last straw. You can’t hold it in anymore. “Did I do something to make you be such an asshole?” you hiss out at Melissa. Typically, you let her comments slide, but today, your patience was at zero. “Or are you this miserable every day?”

Melissa is known to be a little rough around the edges on certain days- most days, if you’re being honest. She has been caught taking her anger out on the teachers around her when her personal life was going to shit. She’s even punched the head off a cardboard ninja on a particularly bad day. Today is one of those days that you are sure is going to end up in a cosmic explosion. It had started with her boyfriend yet again wanting to have the “talk”: the one about how badly he wanted to marry her, even though they aren’t soulmates, and how she was never going to change her mind. She had been there and done that, and marrying Gary was the last thing she wanted. She liked their life, perhaps even loved him. But she was not ready to go down that road again, of settling, only to end up hurt in the end. There was a little piece of her that said if she was going to risk it all, it was only going to be for one person-her soulmate. When he hadn’t relented, she had gone on a rampage as soon as she hung up the phone and never stopped.

She goes to say something smart to you, but instead, a soft, “I’m sorry, Y/N” slips through her lips.

Your eyes blow wide and you physically move back in your chair, “I don’t know what scares me more: the fact that you apologized or that you said my name- like my actual name.”

“Don’ get used to it,” Melissa grits out, and you only shake your head.

“Yeah... I don’t need this today,” you huff, grabbing your stuff and heading for the door, “I’m just going to eat in my room. Take your anger management issues out on another lost puppy.”

Melissa watches you go with a little twist in her gut. She waits for Barbara, but she never comes, and when she wanders down the hall at the end of the lunch period, the redhead finds her work wife at her desk, eating. You sit across the table from her with a stack of papers on your lap. You grade with a red pen in one hand and your sandwich in the other. There’s an ease to your movement that makes her heart melt, but it becomes overclouded with anger. 

“Barb,” she growls.

Barbara looks up at her with a stern expression, “I am not your punching bag today, Melissa. And I will not let you use Y/N as your punching bag either. Go yell at Gary, not us. I have work to do, and so does Y/N.”

A rush of guilt runs through the second grade teacher, but she still notices the way you gulp. She notices the way that your face saddens just the slightest at the mention of the redhead’s boyfriend. To your credit, you look like you are about to defend her, but you smother back a response. You only look at her for a second before turning back to your papers.

She grumbles out, “Youse teach kindergarten. What could you possibly have to grade this early on in the school year?” And yet... she’s never felt the urge to want to help Barbara grade her students’ handwriting or knowledge of letters, but she does for you. She does not give in to that pressure.

Barbara has dealt with many years of Melissa’s short temper and sarcastic comments, but today of all days, she wants nothing to do with it. For weeks, she has watched her work wife practically stalk your every movement, learn your daily routines so she could catch you in the hallways just to see your daily outfit, and stop just outside your door to watch you teach. She never speaks to you unless it’s some sort of snarky comment, and yet... your counterpart can tell that the redhead wants nothing more than to be in your presence, even if it isn’t wanted or appreciated by you at this point.  She knows Melissa has feelings for you, and she was sick of her best friend taking it out on you, of watching the way that you bite back tears when a particular comment hits deep. 

She stands from her desk, walking over to the door, “I told you to get out, Melissa. When you fix your attitude, maybe we can talk.”

  She closes the door in Melissa’s face- not quite a slam, but a shutting of the door with purpose, and there is a resounding lock sound. Melissa is hurt, she is upset, but mostly she is angry that Barbara is right. Why does Barbara always have to be right? 

Ever since that day, the fiery second grade teacher has done her best to control her temper. Well... she tries, and Barbara can see that she is making an effort. The snide comments slow down, and every once in a while, she even smiles at you when you enter the room. It’s always when you’re talking to someone else, but Barbara considers it progress. It is progress. Melissa even catches herself from biting your head off when you run into each other trying to enter the teacher’s lounge. 

“Shit, Melissa, I am so sorry,” You sputter, reaching down to grab her fallen items. That’s when you pick up a torn copy of her brand-new “Peter Rabbit” books.

“It ain’t your fault, Y/N. I should have been paying more attention,” She sighs, running a hand through her hair, “I am a little distracted.”

You hold the book out to her, “What happened? I thought you just bought these.” Normally, you wouldn’t have paid attention to the fact that this copy of her beloved book was brand new, but she had loudly come into the staff room yesterday to announce that she had finally scraped up enough money to purchase a new set.

“Yup,” Melissa grumbles out through gritted teeth. “And my little Eagles decided to make confetti with this one when I had my back turned.”

“That stinks, Mel,” You say, and her heart stalls at the nickname, “I know how much it meant to you to have new ones.”

That nickname rolls off the tongue. You don’t even mean for it to, but it does. You can practically hear the hitch in her breath, and your heart begins to race at the thought of her tearing you to shreds, much like her students had her book, because of an innocent slip-up.

The redhead shrugs off the rush of emotions. “It was bound to happen. Now can you move so I can eat?”

You inhale deeply before nodding, somewhat disheartened by her gruff question. You’ve gotten used to it, but since she’s stopped being as harsh to you (at least directly), you were hoping you were making progress. It feels like you’ve taken one step forward and three steps back. If you’re being honest, it always feels that way with her. But still, you step out of her way with a tight lip.

Lunch is quiet after that, and then you’re off to teach your little cherubs for the rest of the day.

The bell rings to indicate that teacher hours are over, and you blink a few times before heading out of your classroom for the night.

“Have a good night, Barb,” you call across the hall gently.

The veteran teacher waves to you with a smile as she too packs up her things for the night.

Because you have nothing to do tonight- you’re all caught up on your work- you silently wonder what you should do. Maybe you should curl up on the couch with a good book and a glass of wine. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. But then, you remember that you’re also all caught up on your books. You could go to the library and borrow a “gently used” read, but you’ve had a list of novels that you’ve wanted to read for a while now. A trip to Barnes and Noble sounds like a good plan.

You’re perusing the various shelves of books when something catches your ear. A small child’s giggle- one that is so easily identifiable as one of your students- in the next aisle over. After a quick hello to your pupil, you find yourself alone in the children’s section. 

And then your eyes land on one book in particular: The Tale of Peter Rabbit. You don’t know what comes over you, but you reach for it. Your book is already tucked underneath your arm, and you do a quick calculation to make sure that you have enough. You barely do, but you need to get this book. You check out and slip it into your teacher bag for the next day so you won’t forget. 

The next morning, you get there earlier than you usually do to ensure that Melissa won’t be there. She always leaves her classroom unlocked, so you slip in and make your way to her desk. You have never been in here before- too afraid that she would literally rip your head off if you even stepped inside. You take in the clutter on her desk and the way it seems to be organized chaos. You smile at the picture of her and Barbara from when they first started teaching. You could see a million inside jokes that were already passing between them. You take notice of the other small trinkets on her desk, but one thing catches your eye: a little turtle figurine with the words ‘You are loved’ underneath it. 

You scanned the desk again before grabbing a green sticky note with the Eagles logo on the bottom. You place it on the book before writing in your loopy, yet still reminiscent of a teacher's handwriting: Maybe don’t let your kids turn this copy into confetti, Schemmenti.

You don’t sign it. She doesn’t need to know it’s from you, and you doubt she’d even consider that you would go out of your way to be kind to her, what with the history that the two of you have. 

Before anyone else can make their way into the building, much less the halls to the classrooms (you’ve noticed that almost everybody’s first stop in the morning is the teachers lounge), you slip back out of the room and into yours. You’re in the middle of preparing for your first lesson of the day when Melissa gets into her classroom. She got caught talking with Barbara in the teacher’s lounge and only has enough time to put her bag down before the kids begin rushing in. Her bag lands right on top of the book without her noticing. By the time she moves her bag to sit down for a moment, the sticky note attaches to the bottom. The sudden movement causes it to drift right underneath Melissa’s chair and out of sight. 

She picks the book up in her hand and smiles. Melissa was eventually going to replace the book when her anger had lessened, but this was a pleasant surprise. At lunch, she rushes down to the teacher’s lounge and sits at the table. Barbara is already in her spot, but you are absent. She notices- because she notices everything about you- but she turns to Barbara, too excited to thank her.

“Barb, thank you for my new book,” the redhead smiles as she places a gentle hand over her work wife’s.

“What book?” Barbara asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“Peter Rabbit... You put it on my desk this morning,” Melissa falters. “You were the one who put it on my desk, right?”

“Sorry girlfriend, that wasn’t me,” Barb shrugs but there is a moment when the puzzle pieces start to come together. “Maybe Y/N gave it to you.”

“Yeah... right,” Melissa rolls her eyes and then turns to Janine. “Hey pipsqueak, did you buy me a new copy of Peter Rabbit?”

“Not me. My card declined trying to buy a donut hole today,” Janine says with an embarrassed sigh.

“As much as I would love to support a fellow teacher, I too... am broke,” Jacob cuts in. That clears him of the crime.

Green eyes look to Gregory.

“As Barb’s daughter once said, I am a ‘broke boi’.” Gregory admits, putting his hands up before Melissa can snap at him.

“And I am still so sorry that Taylor said that,” the kindergarten teacher tells him sheepishly.

“Mr. J?”

“Melissa, when are you going to realize that this relationship between you and me is one sided?” the custodian laughs.

Ava cackles before putting in, “I ain’t out here doin’ charity work. I already work hard enough for y’all to barely succeed as is.”

And then Jacob speaks up again. “And we all know that Morton is a scum who only looks out for himself.”

Melissa sits back in her chair, mulling over Barbara’s words. There are a few teachers that she knows left in the school, let alone talks to. Could it have been you? She can’t see how it’s possible, and she can’t ask you when you remain absent for the rest of the lunch period. When she returns to her classroom, she’s flustered and... more than a little annoyed. That is when the green note catches her eye, just barely showing underneath her chair. Honestly, if it didn’t have the Eagles logo, she probably wouldn’t have found it and Mr. Johnson would’ve swept it away with today’s trash. She leans down to grab it and groans -not at the words but at the fact that Barb is always fucking right - the handwriting is yours. She knows everyone’s handwriting in the school but has always paid special attention to yours - marveling in the way that you never seem to dot your i’s, how the bottom of your t’s always loop- there is no mistaking it for anyone else's. You had given her the book. Why would you give her the book- much less not take credit for doing her a favor? 

Melissa catches you off guard as you’re packing up for the day. The copy of Peter Rabbit with your note on the cover is tucked underneath her arm. She holds it out to you. “You hate me, kid. Why’d you get this for me?”

You look at the book then back up at her, “First of all, I don’t appreciate that you constantly call me ‘kid’. I am not a child, and I should not have to ask you not to call me that. Secondly, I don’t hate you, Melissa. I never have. But I am fairly certain that you hate me. I just... for the life of me, I don’t understand why. What did I do to make you automatically treat me like I'm…nothing?”

“You aren't nothing,” Melissa says automatically, and you pause for a second. “You are an amazing teacher. You love your kids more than I think you love yourself sometimes. You bend over backwards getting them and Barb’s kids everything, and then some. I know you have to be working multiple jobs with the way you seem to scrape money together. You always know how to calm a kid down. You know how to soothe Dontae before he has a meltdown, even though he can't talk. You go above and beyond every day. That ain't nothing.”

Tears well in your eyes at her words - she notices you, watches you, pays attention to you- and you don’t know how long you have been waiting for someone to show you that attention. Barbara shows you that attention to a certain degree, but... 

Yet coming from her, when matched with all the snide comments, sly jokes, and blunt disrespect, you aren't sure what to do. You blink away your tears.

“Then start treating me like I mean something,” You bite out, grabbing your bag and brushing past her. “Or just say thank you for the book, and then don’t bother talking to me again. I honestly don’t care at this point.”

“Wait Y/N,” Mel calls out, reaching out for your hand.

She makes contact, not with your hand, but with your forearm, and the whole world stops. It’s like the first day of professional development all over again. Time slows around you, and all the noise from the struggling air conditioner disappears. You get tunnel vision, and all you can focus on is Melissa. You notice the hitch in her breath and the way that her hand tightens around your arm. Her eyes linger on where her body meets yours. There’s that feeling in the base of your spine again, but it spreads now until your whole body is practically vibrating with it. It terrifies you.

And then, you force yourself out of your trance. You turn quickly on your heel, desperate to get out of the situation that you’ve unwillingly found yourself in.

When you turn though, that one little secret of yours... your soulmate tattoo stealthily hidden behind usually patted down hair becomes exposed.

The redhead is jarred by your sudden movement. The way that you jerk her body at your turn startles her, and her eyes land on your tattoo, even just for that split second that it’s visible. The world stops, as if someone had taken a picture of this moment, and it’s there for eternity. It feels like an eternity for Melissa.

She knows that tattoo. Why does she know that tattoo? Because she has a matching one on her hipbone.

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[zeke-fanfucs]

… I’m crying.. is this my life? Making these decisions. WHY DID SOMEONE REQUEST ME FO MAKE MORE LACTATING ALBUS FICS?????? Here’s another wedding..

@iincogneeto @itsnotalliyh @bookwor-mmm @creatortools @callmecupio @soup-sloth @solzticesoulz @nana @Coffeetitties @nexischillin

💍 I Now Pronounce You What the Hell??? 💍

Or: Neeto’s Big Day (Karmor did not agree to this.)

Scene opens on a barren stretch of Springrock…

The altar? Made of recycled bounty posters and Karmor shrine scraps. The guests? A mix of war criminals, uninvited exes, and deeply confused bystanders.

Karmor, dressed in what might be a wedding tux or might be just his bounty gear covered in glitter and duct tape, is standing at the altar like a man seconds from becoming a true crime podcast episode.

“…This is fine,” he says. “This is… happening.”

Neeto appears, descending from a zipline made of bones and spaghetti. Dressed in a stolen wedding suit, Doc Martens, and a grin that could kill a god. They’re 15. They’ve been obsessed with Karmor since the day he breathed near them.

“Babe~!” they shout. “You waited for me!!”

Karmor: internally screaming for 18 consecutive hours

THE GUESTS:

Zeke is tied to a chair again. This time with barbed wire and silly string.

“WHY AM I ALWAYS HOSTAGE—”

“Shhh,” says Caz, doing the officiant speech while lighting a cigarette with one hand and juggling throwing knives with the other. “It’s for the aesthetic.”

Nex is hanging upside down from the ceiling like a sexy demonic chandelier. Nobody knows how he got there. Not even him.

Aliyah struts down the aisle in a Dino onesie, fairy wings, a pink tutu, and little boots that squeak with every step. She’s throwing glitter, lollipops, and one cursed rune stone she found in Jack’s sock drawer.

CreatorTool is chugging paint thinner in the background like it’s Monster Energy for robots. Every time someone looks at them, they scream in binary.

Cupio is absolutely DEVASTATED. They’re on the floor, sobbing dramatically into their lace gloves. “I CAN’T BELIEVE MAD CROW’S BLACKLISTED,” they shriek. “We were gonna co-host this wedding—”

Someone hands them a tissue. They bite them.

Jack and Hipswitch are both sulking in the back pew.

“Did we just get third-partied out of a polycule?”

“We did,” Jack says. “I bet Neeto doesn’t even know Karmor’s middle name.”

“Do you?”

“…No.”

Mahatma is duct taped to a chair. He wiggles helplessly.

“I don’t want to be here!”

Attila is not present. Neeto hired a bounty to yeet them into a crater an hour before.

Sibren, looking dashing, casually kisses Mahatma’s forehead. “It’ll be over soon, babe. Just pretend it’s a really bad fever dream.”

Nana is eating directly from a 5-tier cake during the vows. Fork? No. She’s using a machete. This is her fifth wedding today.

Sol, the Maid of Honor, is sobbing into a bouquet of melted candy roses.

“They grow up so fast!” she wails.

Next to her is Coffee Titties (don’t ask), also the Maid of Honor, holding a flamethrower and a mimosa, nodding solemnly.

THE VOWS

Neeto takes Karmor’s hands. “You are my reason, my muse, my freaky little war puppet. I vow to tattoo your name on my forehead and make matching blood sigils. Also, I made a scrapbook of our imaginary children. Wanna see?”

Karmor is staring at the crowd like a hostage in a toothpaste commercial.

“…sure.”

(That’s his vow. That’s literally it.)

Caz lights the marriage certificate on fire and screams, “YOU MAY NOW PRETEND THIS IS A LEGAL THING!”

Fireworks explode. One guest combusts. It’s fine.

RECEPTION:

Cupio tries to fight the cake.

Zeke escapes and immediately steals the hors d’oeuvres.

Jack challenges Neeto to a duel.

Sakura DJ’s. Badly.

Aliyah starts a conga line with actual snakes.

CreatorTool crashes the sound system and plays Minecraft cave noises.

Caz is in the corner laughing hysterically into a stolen priest hat.

Sol catches the bouquet and passes out.

Hipswitch and Jack sulk harder.

Mahatma just cries. Nana brings him cake.

Sibren starts building a mini bomb with forks out of boredom.

BUT THEN…

FLASH!

Neeto bolts upright in bed, covered in glitter, sweat, and a pool of wedding invitations.

The room is covered in Karmor posters, a shrine glowing faintly in the dark.

A plushie with glowing eyes stares from the corner.

Neeto hugs their Karmor body pillow.

“Someday, baby. Someday.”

THE END (but like, it never truly ends, does it?)

Zeke is still tied up in the dream, actually. He just lives there now.

[animalsalvationassociation]

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

✨ Old Design ✨

Fale of the Palace (AKA: Fale Tsuyoshi / "Fae" )

( " Palace " – Pahl-as )

Spiritual Name: Faelran RuneLain (Fael-roun, Rune - Lan)

Species: Siberian Sable — aka Dark Coated, Russian Marten

Accent: Hybrid / Bidialectism / Code-Switching (Doesn’t have just one accent, switches depending on region/situation — sometimes intentional sometimes not)

Status: Stressed/Depressed, Single, & Ready to "Throw herself into a pit of wolves . . . who have purple rabies . . . and smell funny . . . ? ? ?" — Who wrote this script???

Role:

Y.N.’s Older Sister / Best Friend / Assistant

Resident Coffee Maker (Despite her distain, what a good sport)

Chauffeur

Professional Body Double

Queen of Nagging

Camera Woman

Student / Intern (Archaeology)

Student of Harlan University

Artist / Aspiring Author

Cryptozoologist

Relations:

Y.N. (Younger Sibling / Best Friend)

Saídê (Grandfather/Mentor/Father Figure)

Nanouk (Childhood Friend/Crush)

Professor Tobias Hobbs (Mentor/Teacher, Head Curator of the Zootopia NHM — Fae is his prodigy)

Professors Theodore Waylen, Henry Rhodes, Enoch Harlan (Mentors, Scientists/Curators at the Museum)

Harrison, Kyler, Mateo, Koen, & Addison (Friends/Fellow Students/Coworkers)

Professor Marin Kelp (Boss)

Personality:

Professional Insomniac

Grandma Friend

I mean that literally, she is so broken (physically AND mentally lol)

And the way she DRESSES—smh /j

Will complain and everyone will know it.

“Big Sister” / “Aunt Friend”

Gremlin

Will start a harem of platonic wives TM

World's Best Assistant

Literally the only reason Y.N. is alive . . . I'm not joking

(plz let her sleep omg)

brain . . . soup

People literally call her “the camera girl” instead of learning her real name.

“Girl can’t have anything, can she?”

Anxious / People Pleaser

(Both. Both is good.)

Fears many MANY things

Water (Any Depth), Sharks, Spiders, the Dark, Heights, Zombies, Shadow People—

I could go on but we’d be here all day.

Girl needs therapy

Obsessed with History

Cares deeply for culture, whether it’s her own or it’s someone else’s. She wants to learn everything!

Another reason for her interest in archaeology.

Dedicated to what she loves

Deeply compassionate/kind

Just wants everyone to be happy and healthy

✨Generational Trauma✨

Protective

Especially over Y.N.

She may be small . . .

That’s all I got.

Wait no — *reads from script* “But she’s fierce . . . rawr?”

There we go??

Trusts her heart more than her head.

Although she is a MAJOR over-thinker

She just doesn't want to be wrong, yk?

HA. Nerd.

#1 Bullied Person in America (lol)

It’s just so easy!

What a dweeb *eye roll*

#weirdoooo

(Y'all I’m allowed to say this, she’s literally my sona)

✨“Just a silly goose~” ✨

Way too ADHD for her own good

Brain Smooth . . . like taco

(My actual ADHD decided that’s what it wanted written down so you’re welcome)

Hissss—math! (Stupid Dyscalculia)

Woman of Secrets~

Oh you thought I meant her’s? Nah. I meant everyone else’s~

She’s usually pretty open about herself tho

She so great at listening everyone just trusts her and she finds it hilarious.

“I won’t tell a soul, honest.” *Goes home & calls Saídê* “You will not believe what Sheryl just said!”

(It’s still a secret if whoever’s involved doesn’t know~)

She has all the tea~

(People really gotta stop telling me all their secrets, they don’t know the power I have)

Woman LOVES food

Major sweet tooth

I’d kill for some Pasta/Soup

(Or basically the entire Olive Garden menu)

Child at heart

Her childhood was rough to say the least, it wasn’t until she got older that she realized that she was never really able to be a kid.

She spends every day trying to make up for it.

Adds to why she's such a big collector –

Dinos, Dolls, Toys, Plushies, Figures, Books, etc. etc.

She's a dweeb for old things

Extras:

Fale was raised in the Palace Clan, an interracial tribe of nomads that have been traveling for about 23-24 years now.

She found Y.N. When they were young allowing them to find a home and family with her clan.

Like I said, Y.N. wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.

(Back then, and even now.)

Vitiligo — (Only in her hair)

Her grandfather found early on, the more stressed she is/older she gets, the more white appears.

(He isn’t quite sure but he has a hunch as to why she not only has this condition, but why her health is declining as well.)

(Something which happened when she was born)

Physical Health: Like I said before she has a lot of physical problems. And although she does joke about it, it does actually affect how she functions everyday.

Lost part of her hearing when she was young.

Joint/Muscle Problems

Potential Exercise-Induced Asthma

Overall Depression (It’s not life threatening — she’s managed to overcome a lot in her life, but it’s come at the cost how she sees/treats herself)

Aspires to change the world with her stories and scientific finds.

#bigdreamer

Draws for her stories

Major case of Paracosm

@calamaroo 🥰

@urautismdiagnosis-wistie (You probs won't see this until you wake up, lol I am so sorry for forcing you to wait for this TvT)

Digital Illustration Time: 4hrs 27min

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[honeyluvsw]

for the ask game 4, 5, 9, 10, 12, 13, 14, 15. p.s. the haters are jobless and you have much better things to do, which is why they stay pressed 🙄

hiii thank you hehe. you're so right babes <3

four. what type of shoes do you wear?

i actually own exactly three pairs of shoes so it's either black sneakers, black platform oxford doc martens, or brown high top vans!

five. what colour are the walls of your room

white! specifically shoji white which is honestly just the best color ever LOL

nine. do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

yes!!! i have a few more in my bed at home, but i always always sleep with my wolf stuffed animal from when i was a kid! their name is wolfie lol. i also sleep with a giant green dinosaur... named dino probably :P

ten. what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own?

hmmmm. i'm not sure tbh i like a lot of my clothes! i'll go with my brown carhartt jacket for both functionality and fandom reasons (matching with sam winchester LOL)

twelve. what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl)

not gonna say the name bc it's an independent store and i could dox myself LOL but it's this shop with books and cards and candles and novelty goods and it has one of my favorite online shops blue q! and i buy crystals and spellbooks there on occasion! and stuffed animals! almost bought several more there the other day but held back T_T

thirteen. if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

loving! if i could be any one good thing, it would be that.

fourteen. do you collect anything?

not like super intentionally, but i have a sticker collection! and i'm not intense about it but i sort of collect ateez yeosang photocards haha

fifteen. what’s the last thing you ate?

ummm hummus and chips last night i think? just woke up and haven't had breakfast yet so i can't remember if i ate anything more last night haha

send me more questions from this ask game !

[healingpuppys]

Stimboards pt. 6

paci gifs pt. 29

paci gif pt. 28

paci gif pt. 27

paci gif pt. 26

paci gifs pt. 25

paci gif pt. 24

matching halloween sibby plushie stimboard

calico bass stimboard

koi fish petre stimboard

agere rainbow bug stimboard

purple goth tuxedo cat petre stimboard

arcane pacifier gifs

paci gif pt. 23

paci gif pt. 22

420 + dnd agere stimboard

puppy N from murder drones stimboard

vintage crayon stimboard

agere buck 911 stimboard

paci gifs pt. 21

paci gifs pt. 20

hevisaururus stimboard

celeste animal crossing stimboard

comforting stimboard

cg! weeping clown stimboard

colorful star stimboard

paci gifs pt. 19

veneer stimboard with puppy’s

autumn fox and the hound stimboard

cozy winter kitty stimboard

agere Jessica from reverse 1999 stimboard

paci gifs pt. 18

Darkaria Trepes stimboard

the watermelon project stimboard

agere star coral cookie stimboard

paci gifs pt. 17

agere evan afton stimboard

dogkin red scout tf2 stimboard

dino kiddo stimboard

paci gif pt. 16

kidre female sunny stimboard

CG! deadpool stimboard

CG! elliot stardew valley stimboard

CG! sebastian solace stimboard

agere sebastian solace stimboard

spooky from spookys jumpscare mansion stimboard

younger/headspace aubrey omori stimboard

petre stoner seal stimboard

cat petre BLU sniper/mundy TF2 stimboard

CG! Shorter Wong stimboard

CG! gf from fnf stimboard

CG! rin kagamine from giga stimboard

CG! ryoma hoshi stimboard

CG! wolverine / logan howlett stimboard

420 porcupine stimboard

petre pine marten stimboard

paci gifs pt. 15

petre + agere miss pauling stimboard

puppy boy mytho from princess tutu stimboard

agere cardamon from bee and puppycat stimboard

CG! wallter and agere folly stimboard

tommy and benrey stimboard

c!ranboo stimboard

agere Zip from fpe stimboard

stimboard for my bf

agere toki wartooth stimboard

Astarion BG3 stimboard

sleepy stoner puppy petre stimboard

CG! bridgette and little ezekiel stimboard

paci gifs pt. 14

CG! dirk strider stimboard

agere luchino idv stimboard

agere and petre reki kyan stimboard

fnaf kid stimboard

blue tongue skink stimboard

mocha from sanrio stimboard

fear from inside out stimboard

petre golden retriever stimboard

paci gifs pt. 13

CG! katelyn stimboard

pest from regretevator stimboard

agere prismo adventure time stimboard

CG! harley quinn stimboard

CG! viktor humphries stimboard

zero themed petre stimboard

[melabea]

may I request the following genders:

a deurseity gender related to silver foxes, golden dragonflies, whale skeleton lanterns, serpents, Monster Energy drinks, green & gold marble, and this image: (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/4d/d7/ae4dd7f01ae03468f69fa9c69c0eb995.jpg),

a TROPiN gender related to beagles, clear ocean water, aloe vera, palm fronds, ferns, pineapples, coral reefs & tropical fish, beaches, waterfalls, and Tropical aesthetics,

an everithe gender related to pine martens, cassette tape, sunset meadows, flowering tea, flowers in ice, and evergreen trees,

wilderic gender related to diamond vests, Pekin ducks, lily pads & sunsets, ponds, abandoned greenhouses, matcha, the Manhattan Toy Voyagers Stomp Dino, and the painting Allotments by David Inshaw,

lumenoir gender related to amusement parks, picnics, late winter/early spring, rebirth, A. labiculata bugs, oranges, feelings of calm, and choosing happiness

aneastian gender related to black ravens & white ravens, red albino eyes, black and white pictures, red disco balls, white butterflies, the colours #890e07, #080806, and #e9e3dc, bass guitars, crimson roses, impressionist paintings, melancholy and being asocial

xenogender related to arctic foxes, pink rhodotus mushrooms, ball pythons, soft knitted wool, witch hats, bubbling cauldrons, strawberry moons, enchanted tea, rat skulls, the colours #e9bcc6, #822f4d, #5e2c42, & #491d23, and being a Bubblegum Witch?

Thank you!!

all queued!

[robindavis]

Check out this listing I just found on Poshmark: Mezza Filigrana Glass Vase by Arte Vetraria Muranese.

[fashionbooksmilano]

Selected Murano  Aste Boetto

Genova 4th May 2017

Direzione scientifica e redazione Sergio Montefusco, Fabio Meliota

Fotografie Claudio Grimaldi

Aste Boetto, Genova 2017, 120 pagine, brossura,  24x29,5 cm.

euro 30,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

04/06/22

orders to:     booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

ordini a:        booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

twitter:         @fashionbooksmi

instagram:   fashionbooksmilano, designbooksmilano tumblr:          fashionbooksmilano, designbooksmilano

[keepingitneutral]

Dino Martens for Aureliano Toso Italy, “Geltrude” Vase, Model 5299 (1954),

Internally Decorated polychrome patchwork Glass with Copper inclusions, Pinwheel and Filigrana, 7.25 dia x 12 h inches,

Wright Auction

[grundoonmgnx]

Design: Dino Martens, Manufacturer: Aureliano Toso, Oriente bowl, Italy, c. 1952 

Internally decorated opaque polichrome glass with copper inclusions, pinwheel and filigrana

[moodboardmix]

Dino Martens, Nabucco Vase, model 3121  Aureliano Toso Italy, 1952.

Internally decorated opaque polichrome glass with copper inclusions, pinwheel and filigrana.

8¾ w x 4 d x 9½ h in (22 x 10 x 24 cm.)

[youcannottakeitwithyou]

Dino Martens (Italian, 1894-1970). Female nude (Venus) (1948).

[mybeingthere]

Dino Martens (1894 – 1970)

The glass of Dino Martens is some of the most recognizable Murano glass from 20th century Italian art. His innovative use of bright metallic colours using huge murrini (glass rods with colours or images in them) and fantastical shapes make Dino Martens one of the great creators of modern art.

Martens was born in Venice in 1894. He went on to study at the Accademia di Belle Art, where he developed his skills as a painter. He exhibited in Venice as a young man in the 1920’s. By the end of the decade was a designer for Salviati & Co, a leading glass maker. After fighting in the African War, he took up the position of artistic director at Aureliano Toso. They were a famous Venetian glass maker where Dino became a legend. There he experimented with creating astounding designs that pushed the boundaries of what was possible with glass.

https://modernartdealers.com/artists/dino-martens-glass/

[princeminnow]

hi minnow!! this might hav send twice, sorry, it glitched out a bit hehe :D gracie an kicks for th ask game? <33

hi bee!! i only got this ask so no worries hehe also thank u i needed a distraction

Gracie - What is your style like?

i like to think i have a lot of variety but! on an average day, im probably in a black graphic tee, black skinny jeans, and my black doc martens! they add an inch :’) which as a shortie makes a big difference. they do hide my fun socks tho, so yknow, u win some u lose some

and then sometimes a hoodie or flannel or something on top if its chilly, i need to wash it rn but usually i wear this jacket i got from the kids section of target for pride a couple years ago, its dark gray with rainbow dino spikes up the back!

Kicks- Favourite type of weather

i love walk weather! like blue skies, its sunny, a cool breeze, early spring time/autumn type weather! u can wear a light second layer and not get hot, but ur also fine if u don’t as long as u stay in the sunlight! real eating outside at the brunch restaurant weather it makes me feel so dreamy and happy ☀️

[melabea]

inbox check? (cant remember if i rqed from.u alr 🥲)

here's all of our current reqs (link)! & here's what our inbox is currently showing us (know for a fact it's not showing us all our asks </3)

Daisy, Whiskey, Rose, Mildew, Allspice, Ash, New Shoe Smell, Toxic Chemicals, Sandalwood, Paint, Chamomile, Gingerbread, Candy Corn, Green Apple, Cologne, Spearmint, Fresh Linen, and a floral + fruity scent

a deurseity gender related to silver foxes, golden dragonflies, whale skeleton lanterns, serpents, Monster Energy drinks, green & gold marble, and this image: (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/4d/d7/ae4dd7f01ae03468f69fa9c69c0eb995.jpg)

a TROPiN gender related to beagles, clear ocean water, aloe vera, palm fronds, ferns, pineapples, coral reefs & tropical fish, beaches, waterfalls, and Tropical aesthetics

an everithe gender related to pine martens, cassette tape, sunset meadows, flowering tea, flowers in ice, and evergreen trees

wilderic gender related to diamond vests, Pekin ducks, lily pads & sunsets, ponds, abandoned greenhouses, matcha, the Manhattan Toy Voyagers Stomp Dino, and the painting Allotments by David Inshaw

lumenoir gender related to amusement parks, picnics, late winter/early spring, rebirth, A. labiculata bugs, oranges, feelings of calm, and choosing happiness

aneastian gender related to black ravens & white ravens, red albino eyes, black and white pictures, red disco balls, white butterflies, the colours #890e07, #080806, and #e9e3dc, bass guitars, crimson roses, impressionist paintings, melancholy and being asocial

xenogender related to arctic foxes, pink rhodotus mushrooms, ball pythons, soft knitted wool, witch hats, bubbling cauldrons, strawberry moons, enchanted tea, rat skulls, the colours #e9bcc6, #822f4d, #5e2c42, & #491d23, and being a Bubblegum Witch

scene and emo genderqueer

an aesthetigender based on the animal crossing new horizons aquarium

bi-dynamic of xi and iota

mint chocolate scent

sweet liquor/bourbon soaked cherries and vanilla scent

Camp Maker & a Colony Maker

beta leaning & alpha leaning