#her name is fluffernutter

[manasaysay]

Running list of things I want in the Mighty Nein animated series (that I think might get cut):

"You have a six-pack of donuts, but you don't have a healer's kit? And you're The Cleric?"

Syphilis bandits

Nila and her smell bag

Keg's farewell letter to Beau

Fjord hearing the story of "Clay, Stone, and Dust" several times, the animation focusing on him briefly every time, before he remembers his own last name

"MOLLY KNEW THINGS! MOLLY KNEW THINGS!" [scene where Beau disparages tarot card readers]

Decorating the Xhorhouse

Caleb-through-Owl-Frumpkin witnessing Fjord and Avantika's tryst

"We need to take things seriously now" as Octopus-Frumpkin glomps onto Caleb's head to serve as underwater goggles

The Saga of Buttonbeard

Fluffernutter, specifically " 'Think about it.' 'I am the only one that is doing so.' "

Beau and Yasha's Tower date

Jester and Yasha composing the epic poem "Beau Beau Beau Beau"

Jester's Sendings: specifically a way to convey that she can only do 25 words when there isn't a DM to tell her that after her first casting of it

When Nott gives Calianna the fake name of Bren

The Platinum Dragon Incident with direct quotes

[towards-toramunda]

Thinking about more iconic lines from the show over the years instead of going to bed and created a list that is far too long:

- What’s my mother’s name?

- My best. Finally.

- I have so many flowers to bring to her.

- You were not born with venom in your veins. You learned it. You learned it.

- Don’t get on my ass about it! All I heard is that its pretty easy to do here thats all I took from what you said. (Bonus: its for the god of arts and crafts)

- At dawn, we plan.

- Doo doot doo doo doot doooo donuts!

- What matters more, the dream or the dreamer?

- Sleep well with your bad decisions.

- Nothing happens for a reason. It’s absolute fucking chaos.

- Patience is fine, but it can curdle into apathy.

- I’ve met the devil, thats not him.

- You never take copper. That's just kicking someone while they're down. You take silver if they're an asshole, and you take gold regardless.

- Time is one of my specialties.

- It’s entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are.

- How lucky I am to have had all of you. How lucky indeed.

- I smell like a crayon.

- I could tell by the bone structure and the contempt.

- I think I can punch ghosts now.

- Big moon, little moon.

- Pop, pop!

- I need chaos. I have faith in chaos.

- Molly said not to steal from happy people.

- I am going to tell you the story of how I murdered my mother and father.

- Smiley day to ya!

- I killed my family, I’ll throw you under a bridge.

- We’re on the moon bitch.

- She throws it. I shoot it. It explodes! NO STRUCTURAL DAMAGE! (FLUFFERNUTTER)

- I am all for faith, and I'm not going to pick a god. They can pick me. It'll be the first one that actually praises me and then maybe I'll fucking answer. I'll wait. They can fucking beg. And I will listen, which is more than they ever fucking did.

- I would like to RAGE!

- The worst thing that has happened to me has already happened.

- We're running; it's bad.

- You can reply to this message.

- Dagger, dagger, dagger.

- Opinions are like opera. Sure, you can listen to them, but why would you, really?

- There is no god that strides this world that I worship more than I worship your heart.

- I would like to live long enough to be someone else.

- Help, its again.

- Whoever it was, just put it back. I think they've earned it. Put it back.

- I’m fun scary.

- Sorry, babe. Gotta handle these ninjas.

- I’m the cleric? I’ve never traveled with a bunch of people I thought would die in front of me.

- He thinks I’m gonna go into the water for some fucking buttons.

- You are, at the moment, the luckiest person in Whitestone. Do you know why? Because you’re at the bottom of my list.

- You need me more than I need you.

- I protect him. He’s my boy. And I keep him safe.

- I made the earth remember him.

- Come correct or get corrected.

- Do not go far from me.

- Are you worth saving?

- How do I want to do this?

- Heaven to some, and hell to others.

- Fix him!

- Why do we tell stories?

- Do you spice?

- Listen you fucking jungle! I'm a paladin of the Wildmother. You're going to move or we're going to bust you wide open! We'll wreck this place. Don't make me fucking tell you twice!

- I am your god, long may I rein, eat of my fruits.

- Anybody can make lights. Anybody could send a message through a wire. I want to bend reality to my will.

- Would you like to talk before or after?

- What the fuck is up with that?

- To reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you! And I'm beneath nobody.

- The one eyed monster slayed my pussy.

- Time is a weird soup.

- I’m killing someone. Hold, please.

- Gold is a resource by which mortaldom climbs.

- Why are you so mean to me?

- Yours is the face I saw when murder entered my heart.

- This one time I saw a bug carrying a piece of bread that was like five times its size and he was carrying upstairs, like up and then he would turn, and then up, and then he would turn.

- I live as long as Whitestone lives.

- Vox Machina! Fuck shit up!

- I’m not disappointed, I’m just angry.

- Someone prayed for a miracle and there you were.

- We don't leave people behind. That's just the rule. You do not leave people the fuck behind.

- Call me child one more goddamned time!

- Finish it, Champion.

- I am of the Empire. But I am no friend to the Empire.

- I think it has been a long time since anyone has pointed out to you that you're a fool. Pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people. The pain is inconsequential. It's love that saves them. And you would know that but you have none around you. You said so yourself, you surround yourself with lies and deceptions. And I wish for you, in the future, to find someone to mourn you when you are gone.

[griffongrey]

@danielnelsen yes and no, in a sense! Aldric-my-oc actually IS Aldric-the-obscure-ttrpg-npc, he's just taken on a life of his own in a big way, to the point where I frequently forget that he is, technically, a "canon" character. Congrats on being the first to notice and point that out! :D

Okay, story time under the cut. Don't worry about reading it if you're not interested; I've just been looking for an excuse to talk about Aldric's origin story from a Doylist angle for ages now:

Three years ago, I wanted to get a dragon age ttrpg game started with part of my dnd group, with a ton of input from the players about what they wanted the campaign and the world state to look like. And, to give us (including me, as the gm) an introduction to how the mechanics worked in action, I decided to adapt the Duty Unto Death module into a one-shot prequel to the campaign.

The players wanted to be Grey Wardens? Already taken care of.

The players wanted a post-Inquisition setting, with the Wardens banished? Now the hook is that this Warden LaPointe fellow went missing on his way to a secret meeting with King Alistair to re-establish a Warden presence in Ferelden on the down-low.

One of the players wanted their character to have backstory ties to Warden!Loghain, and now another player incorporated that into his character's backstory, too? (Plus, the whole lot of us just think he's neat.) Well, that solves the problem of who to replace Duncan with in the one-shot!

But that's when this Warden LaPointe fellow (who was really only created to be the object of an elaborate fetch quest and had all of three established character traits, one of which was just "French") started to take on a life of his own.

Because if Loghain Mac Tir gave enough of a shit about this random Orlesian dude with ties to the occupation of Fereldan to not only risk being recognized and attacked in Ferelden, not only risk sparking a political powder keg if the Inquisition figures out the Wardens are undermining their authority, but also risk having to interact with Alistair again? Then that Orlesian dude needs some backstory. (Plus, the First Warden ordered Loghain to do it, but the First Warden has some... shall we say, ulterior motives of his own in this campaign.)

So, first off, I figured Aldric can't have a great relationship with his family or Orlais as a whole. If he'd inherited even a hint of his grandfather's resentment toward Ferelden for indirectly causing their family's disgrace, there's no way Loghain would ever consider him a friend. (I can't recall off the top of my head if it was canon that Ser Henri LaPointe went home in disgrace after he managed to misplace an entire tower full of red herrings to the Fade... I also can't recall if I named him Ser Henri, or if that was in the module... but it makes sense.)

Then, I thought I'd give Aldric a mabari, to endear him to Loghain a little. But why would an Orlesian own a mabari, let alone one trained and treated in such a way that wouldn't have every red-blooded Fereldan clamoring to invent a Fantasy Animal Welfare Act to take it away from him? Well, he was stationed in Ferelden for a few years prior to Inquisition, of course! He was inspired by Loghain's stories of his homeland to transfer there from Orlais! It even makes sense, now, why Aldric specifically would be chosen to organize the new Fereldan Wardens, with the HoF still MIA.

And then, of course, I had to give the mabari a French name and Aldric some ostentatious facial hair, to remind players that he was still very much an Orlesian with a plot-relevant Orlesian past, not just a Fereldan with my comically bad attempt at an accent.

And then...

Which quickly evolved into...

And...

(And by "quickly evolved" I mean "note the timestamps." This only took three days to escalate lmaoo.)

Long story... well, less long lol... The campaign ended up fizzling out before they even discovered Fluffernutter the Secret Royal Nug, for all the usual trying-to-schedule-several-adults-with-jobs-and-multiple-time-zones reasons. But Aldric Lapointe, elevated npc, lives on! Because I made the classic writer's blunder and grew too attached to him, and I've very happy I did. XD

[houseofwomn]

Sempervirens

If all else fails, write some letters.

emily rose

teen | wc: 1.1k | cw: mentions of grief

a/n: first drabble of 2024. sorry it took so long. hope you enjoy ♡ banner credits from airidescence

It’s been ten years and I still don’t know where to put all this grief.

Uncle Tommy suggested I see a shrink, so I told him to fuck off. I promised him I’d write these stupid letters instead. Journaling, mindfulness, yoga - all that does nothing for me. This shit better work. Anyways. Here’s a list of things you never got to see.

I stopped playing soccer after a broken ankle - it was gnarly. I remember crying in the hospital all night.

My grades got somewhat better. I graduated high school. Somehow became the youngest person in the city to make the Homicide Division. It’s shit work. The captain is a bit of an ass. Tommy met her at a few holiday parties and it did not go well.

By the way, Tommy misses you too. A few weeks ago, we looked through the attic and found a bunch of old photo albums and VHS tapes. We spent all day looking through them. There was a picture of us sitting on your old couch - the black leather one with all the cigarette butts in the cup holders.

My head hurts writing this. We still have nothing for you. No evidence, no lead. Not any fingerprints. The files don’t have anything. I’m pissed. There has to be something. It’s been ten years without you and all that I have left are some old photos and beat-up jackets.

You need justice. I need answers.

We miss you so much. I’m going to stop writing before I throw up.

Always surviving, Emily Rose 09/10/19

* * * *

I had a fluffernutter sandwich this morning and thought of you.

Don’t know why I love it so much. I probably have a dozen cavities. I’m sorry it’s been so long since my last letter - so much has happened.

I quit the NYPD, how shocking. I found so much - probably enough to fire every cop in my precinct - but HR turned on me. Dead rats in my lockers. Side eyes from everyone. So I left. I spent two weeks on my ass, bartending at the Drunk Tank until Tommy made me chat with an old friend of his. Mafalda. I think you knew her too. It’s better here, if not way more chaotic. We have a computer guy named Luke, he’s pretty awkward. A bit pretentious. Terrible cook, too. But he lost his mom around the same time I lost you. There’s a forensic analyst named Ruby who stops by. She’s sweet, always reminding me I can talk to her if I need to. We went out for drinks last night and I honestly can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.

Also, I got rid of that stupid couch you loved. It was all ripped up and probably full of mold. Uncle Tommy and I spent a whole day looking for a new couch. I landed on this velvet green one with some fancy fringe at the bottom. Very bougie, I know.

You know, it’s annoying funny how people enter your life and insist on staying there. His name is Trystan Thorne and you’d love him. Uncle Tommy does, but I think it’s cause he buys him fancy donuts every morning. I wish you could meet him. I barged into his penthouse, beat his ass, and now we’re partners. Isn’t that weird? He’s infuriating, but it’s nice to have him around. Don’t tell him I said that. I told him some stories about you today and it felt so good to talk about everything.

Finally, some good news. We might have something for you. Some mafia leader named Big V. I told Tommy and Mafalda about her and they both think there’s a chance she did it. I hate that it’s taken so long to come up with just one possible lead. But I’d do anything to know what happened to you.

I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you more. I miss you so fucking much. Here’s to fifteen years without you.

Always surviving, Emily Rose 10/08/23

* * * *

It’s been only a few months since my last letter and so much has happened. Trystan was put on trial for a murder he didn’t commit. We had to fly half the team to Drakovia as a hail mary. Ended up playing a lawyer for a few minutes. it was weird.

I messed up so many times. Trystan and I fought over something we both knew the answer to. Sebastyan...Fuck. Vasili is dead. Every time I remember that look in his eye, I want to throw up.

Fuck.

It’s three am and Trystan is sleeping right next to me. He always listens to me talk about you. I keep imagining all the dinners and talks we could’ve had, just the three of us. You could’ve told him all your stupid jokes - like the one about eating a clock.

Tomorrow is my twenty-ninth birthday. Tommy told me he had something planned. I bet you ten bucks it’ll be a party at the Drunk Tank. I remember growing up, you guys would spend the entire night decorating the apartment with balloons. I hope Tommy isn’t doing that this year.

You’re here everywhere I go. I was doing laundry earlier and saw one of Tommy’s button-downs that used to be yours. It still smelled like you. I make coffee just the way you did - black. I have your small, round nose.

I hate that your life was taken from me. But I will find you at the end of mine. I love you, Dad. Come visit me sometime? Please.

Always living, Emily Rose 3/31/24

* * * * I’ve missed writing. I wrote this all in a day after I found the most devastating YouTube comment and just had to write something. Also, if you didn’t notice the start of the 2nd letter is a little reference to this fic. Anyway - there’s definitely more writing coming from me soon...Hope you enjoyed this angst xx

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chat in infinite chef i just made

Dinner is served, and it's Salted Sweet and Fluffy Elderberry Rose Apple Cranberry Starfruit Pomelo Currant Dreamberry Mulberry Date Olive Cantaloupe Lychee Jackfruit Orange Lemon Lime Grape Avocado Rye Pistachio Horse Liver Calf Brain Goat Dapperpus Pringle Matcha Tofu Popcorn Vegan Jello Syrup Feijoada Biscuit Fairy Bun Flatbread Pretzel Bagel Wafer Baguette Taco Chowder Mud Fluffernutter Muffin Carbonara S'more Oreo Mayochup Buffalo Wing Barbecue Salsa Ketchup Chocolate Hot Relish Cheese Mayonnaise Gravy Worcestershire Tomato Butterscotch Soy Sauce Icing Buttercream Sundae Yoylecake Açaí Bowl Coleslaw Radish Portabella Chive Lima Alfalfa Sprout Watercress Lavender Yam Butternut Squash X Parsley Chard Vanilla Fava Rutabaga Kidney Chili Pepper Rosemary Habanero Cauliflower Bay Turnip Peppermint Sage Pickle Mung Tea Garlic Cilantro Bamboo Shoot Enoki Thyme Wasabi Cocoa Lentil Curry Leaf Pinto Basil Coffee Bean Tabasco Mint Onion Seed Chickpea Dill Mustard Greens Vegetable Eggplant Leek Lettuce Truffle Cabbage Fiddlehead Black-eyed Pea White Button Shiitake Rhubarb Soybean Water Chestnut Oat Cucumber Licorice Root Corn Peanut Sugar Beet Potato Pumpkin Carrot on A Stick Twice-cooked WOAH!! California Roll Sushi Shepherd's Pie Ocean Number 15 Oppenheimer Developer Squid Human Salad Lamb Baby Doll Crayfish Sausage Spam Poultry Fish Beef Blue Lobster Goose Crab Snail Pepperoni Bacon Prawn Cephalopod Balut Ham Octopus Shellfish Salami Pork Tongue Rabbit Meat Kebab Fried Red Herring Sardine Anchovy Cod Tuna Mackerel Eel Calamari Spaghetti & Ground Meatball Foot Nugget Chicken Patty Burger Hotdog Ice Sour Cream Sandwich Cheeseburger Black Eyed Peas Mashed Banana Pudding Brookie Lollipop Dango Brownie Pop Churrasco (#InfiniteChef)

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[sna1lbl0b]

I made Purple Pet Spicy Spiced Inky Metallic Jelly Dyed Glitched Fluffy Frozen Yogurt Dark Jackfruit Dragonfruit Passionfruit Blueberry Breadfruit Raspberry Mulberry Prickly Pear Strawberry Raisin Durian Quince Olive Yoyleberry Peach Vegetable Cinnamon Strip Cane Sorghum Banana Avocado Lemon Macadamia Almond Brazil Nut Chestnut Insect Pastry Stick Matcha Flour Crumbs Tapioca Pearl Tofu Cheeseball Popcorn Brown Rice Caviar Platter Cheddar Provolone Wheel Cream Cheese Parmesan Mozzarella Crackers Cheesedog Swiss Cheesecake Mussel Squid Blue Crab Chowder Milkshake Screwdriver Cheese Orb Cereal Ganache Casu Marzu Fondue Biscuit Black Eyed Butter Jam Sandwich Fluffernutter Green Eggs & Bloody Mary Yoylestew Açaí Bowl Snowman Chilly Coleslaw Sauerkraut Habanero Dill Lima Cabbage Bok Choy Eggplant Lentil Fava Cucumber Tomato Kidney Pickle Tea Leaf Sugar Beet Vanilla Licorice Root Chickpea Bell Coffee Peanut Cocoa Bean Onion Chili Pepper Cassava Garlic Pumpkin Mashed Potato Oat Kebab Sussy Chicken Patty Burger Feijoada Shepherd's Pie Family Ocean Le Fishe Au Chocolat Twice-cooked Pepperoni Spam Pork Liver Bacon Salami Churrasco Chef Fried Sardine Eel Red Herring Tuna Anchovy Calamari Snow Cone Cupcake Camper's Delight White Chocolate Pudding Brookie California Roll Carbonara Laksa Minestrone

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[theoriginaleppieblack-blog]

Happy 81st Birthday to Jimmy Page! Here is a humble winter offering to our fandom's Holly King. A portrait of times past with Alexander Logan and Tristam Lindsay of Paradox. This Winter's Tale is an extremely loose retelling of a lost story from Pamela Rose's Paradox material, Christmas in Wales. I'll lead you to the fandom history of Paradox at Fanlore here and Ao3 here but long story short this is an adaptation of a story written in the early-1980s that I saw on the Old Web in the 1990s and I only partly remember. In fact, it may be a memory of a memory. I may have heard a summary or a discussion of a story that was already lost. The central motif though, of Alex going off to have a Ringo-In-A-Hard-Day's-Night sulk in his old Welsh borderlands Homes And Haunts and Tris rescuing him is true to the original. The original had more explicit sex and less handmade sweaters, I think, but I needed a central element and I had just finished these. It makes a nice tribute to Jimmy's mom and his gorgeous argyle vest. Also thank you to Fluffernutter, Symon, McCoy, Molly, Gallagher, Murphy, Kieran, Shamrock, Bianca, Finnegan, Flopsy, Callahan and Squeaker for providing the Rabit Angora yarn that these sweaters are made of. Anyway, here's Tris and Alex in

CHRISTMAS IN WALES, 1970

Here we see the two at an intimate party for Tristam's winter birthday. Someone--one of their bandmate's wives--can't help but ask about the matching sweaters. "A gift from a fan, meant to reflect your stage colors?" Jane Cameron guesses. (Author Note: Jane Cameron--expy of Maureen Jones and Sheila Neil--expy of Pat Bonham--have identical personalities in the original Paradox Material. Which like, alright, at least they didn't get too personal in adapting the wives but the only difference between them here is that Janey is nice and Sheila is shrewish. That and not great adaptations of USAmerican ideas of British working class accents. I've mixed a little of the ladies of British Folk like Sandy Denny and Sue Waterson into my version of Janey and a little competence, empathy and tenacity into my version of Sheila while not prying too much into people's lives. I don't want to be a creep. I just want to retell these legends of the peak of civilization in my own voice. Around this metaphorical electronic campfire. On this long winter night. I always imagined I'd do this. After the collapse. With less internet and dolls and more actual campfire and perhaps and acoustic guitar. But well, We all know now that we will be required to work during the apocalypse sooooo FOMO.)

"My Mother made them, actually." Tris replied, proudly. "They were for Christmas." (Author's Note: Tris's mother is a fragile, fey little thing in the original Paradox Material which is quite unlike my vague understanding of Mrs. Patricia Page, first of her name. I see no reason to change this for one thing Mrs. Lindsay's psychic ramblings are the first indication that Paradox live in a Magickal Realism universe, in this case the type where Magick works about twice as often and twice as strongly as the the strongest currently reported effects and some of the metaphorical stuff and astral stuff involved in occultism or mysticism or Theurgy happen IRL but not so much or so often that it breaks the world as we know it. Oh, and another good effect of Mrs. Lindsay's psychic rambling is that Alex is EXACTLY who she expected Tris to bring home to Mummy. Mrs. Lindsay says Gay Rights!)

ANYWAY -- Back to the story, Epppie!

Whenever they wear the sweaters together Alex, can't help but think about what a hero Tris was the day he received his first handmade made gift from Tris's Ma! Tris should feel like a hero on his birthday, after all. So, Alex let's his friends in, just a little, on the secrets of his and Tris's Christmas, the previous year, in Wales.

At the end of their autumn tour, Tris and Alex parted ways for the first time since -- well, nearly since they'd met. Alex had gone back home to the Black Country with Duffy Neal, Paradox's drummer (and Alex's childhood best friend). (Author's Note: There's a little stress here, Tris is all in with Alex, but Alex still has an extended kin network that he needs to nurture. And this is after a tour in which Alex spent as much time managing Duffy's emotions as he has working on his art, magick and sex--his Great Work with Tris.)

But fitting in back home proves awkward for Alex Logan. The support network of the Alex/Duffy/Sheila triad, with Duffy's supportive Aunt and Sheila's old-fashioned but tolerant parents is overwhelmed by relatives who previously would not have given them the time of day. Now everybody wants to see the what the Paradox money has done and see the improvements on the farm. Duffy and Alex both get gender-shamed about wanting to spend time with Billy Neal, Duffy's son (and Alex's godson). Duffy hides in showing off his motors and, of course, drinking. But Alex, really get's into it with someone -- Duffy's grandmother maybe. And Alex storms off. Possibly in his new sportscar or maybe it was in Guinevere, his old VW Beetle (Author's note: In my doll universe Guinevere has been upgraded to a VW Bus as portrayed by a 1970 Barbie Camper)

Alex drives around, visits his maternal Grandfather's grave, his old school, and even parks outside his estranged parent's house for a while, imagines going in, imagines a different life. He ends up going to a vacation cottage that he used to go to with his parents when he was a kid. The landlord lives in the gatehouse of the estate that the cottages are on and he just knocks on the door and rents it in cash. (Author's Note: The estate is this place that's like an Elizabethan farmhouse that became a 19th century super fancy hunting lodge that the family turned into a place where they could stash a son who had a bad war and his loyal batsman/valet/romantic friend. They were the one's renting the vacation cottages and, before that, letting Alex's maternal grandfather's folk set up on his land. This place becomes everything to Paradox -- it's their Bron Yr Aur, it's their Headley Grange, it's their once hoped for permanent home base studio. It becomes Alex's permanent home officially and Tri's in actuality.)

Alex is resolved to spend Christmas alone in the tiny cabin. He's kind of wallowing in it, tbh. His poor dog, Elessar, along for the ride. Alex Logan, 20-year-old millionaire rethinking his life choices.

Oh and it get's very cold. Maybe it snows. Yeah. I think they play in the snow later. Like there's a parody of a scene of a scene in A Child's Christmas in Wales. Later, after Tris shows up.

Anyway, poor Alex, he does get cold, and a bit hungry. Stil a bit stubborn. He's even taken off the scrying mirror necklace that Tris gave him. (Author's Note: There are two different stories about how he got that necklace. One is that Tris spontaneously gifted it to him just days after they met, almost at random, from an auction lot he was receiving at the time. A ploy to impress the beautiful young singer but a portentous gift for a first date/job interview. The other is that it was gifted to Alex on a milestone birthday, after careful consideration and with the solemnity of a marriage proposal.)

After some tribulations of his own Tris does show up. He just couldn't sit still for his family Christmas party, it was not at all a surprise when Duffy called to tell him Alex was missing. Tris verifies with his housekeeper back in London that Alex isn't back there before rousing their manager, Mick Royce to help him retrace Alex's steps. Secretly he uses his highly trained intuition as a guide. He uses Duffy's clues and what he know of Alex's path and even talks to Alex's younger sister for the first time, before he ends up at a certain vacation cabin over the border in Wales. He arrives with a hamper the size of a coffee table, repacked by his Mum and a present too. Mick grumbles about his ruined Christmas before he leaves Tris there. They'll get back in Alex's ride.

The present is a matching sweater for Alex. After the disaster at the Neal family gathering and the reminders of his own parent's rejection of him, Alex is overwhelmed that Tris's mother made him a gift like this.

Good food was also a great help.

And they passed a very pleasant Christmas in Wales, vowing to return in the Spring when the weather was better. And that's when their love affair with their future home began.

[whoslaurapalmer]

FAIR PICTURES 💖💖💖

-it was the 75th year of the fair so they had little paper diamonds everywhere for their diamond anniversary 💎

-the fair is a big display of poultry/livestock/STEM/farming/sewing/athletic/art clubs, where the kids display their cute animals and their best vegetables and their train creations and make cute informational posters for everything and do demonstrations and get show ribbons 🎀 they also have lots of food and rides and a car show and tractor demonstrations and local organizations get tables to promote their stuff and crafters come too!

-in the art division there were soooooo many kids who drew anime pictures and I was like. literally tearing up like these kids showing off their painstakingly copied manga panel drawings at the fair I love them so much 😭

-You Are Not Allowed To Pet The Animals In General But Sometimes You Get A Super Friendly Kid Or Adult Holding Their Small Animal Outside Of Their Pen Who Openly Encourages You To Pet Them which is how one year best friend and I got to pet a bunny!!!!! AND THIS YEAR I GOT TO PET THAT PIGLET!!!!!!!!!!

-this was the first year I saw ducks and geese alongside the usual chickens, which was so cool!!!!!!!! this is silly goose and giggles. their poster had been Nibbled. Repeatedly. I would trust them to commit sooooo many crimes

-this is cannoli and fluffernutter!!!!!!!!!! they are considered 'heavy ducks'

-this total UNIT of a fancy fancy chicken oh my god. elegant. sophisticated. AMAZING. she is a ✨️lavender orpington✨️. the world continues to amaze me re: chickens

-they also have reptiles too!!! they started that much more recently, like within the past, 7 years maybe, so there's usually not a lot, and the geckos were hiding but I did get to see this gorgeous frog

-this absolutely BEAUTIFUL bunny named dusty

-they do have some adult division stuff for the parents and someone had ANIMAL SKULLS!!!!!!!!!!!!! the one on the left is a rabbit, and the one on the right is a fox. eye sockets always get me. fucking wild.

-this precious angel baby goat had this little piece of straw stuck to his mouth and kept trying to eat it. I love him so much

-.......I don't know what this is. goat????? small ram?????????? but he was incredibly eager to try and escape his pen bc he had his head right there the whole entire time. Someone Free Him. you can see the hint of some SUPER COOL horns and I kept trying to get a good picture of them but I could not. those little teefs, though!!!!!

-most of the big ponies were out doing one of the horse events, I think, so I didn't see very many but I did see this cutie

-AND OF COURSE A DELIGHTFUL AND GRAINY ZOOMED IN PICTURE OF WENDY, THE PIGLET I GOT TO PET

and my hand, gently petting her sweet sweet stiff pig fur 🐽🐽🐽🐽🐽 god look at her little foot!!!!!!!!!!

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

The Survivor's Ballad/6D Dinterlude Intros

78 - the larks are 🎵all by themselves (read: without Noel); Juniper's dog messes with their roommate's cat; Kat's spiritually 60; Juniper's boss loves mowing

79 - Juniper's dog has a bad time at the dog pool despite his lifejet; what type of pool would each lark be

80 - a strange man hacked sacks in Kat's yard & the larks make Dr. Seuss references to him; people are cowards

81 - Kat explains fat bear week to Juniper and Errol

82 - the larks + Amber theorize on why Kat got a crisp dollar bill in her mailbox; everyone left fruit in Errol's high school locker

83 - Rudy is back and going to kill Corbin; memeing and Homestuck discussion

84 - celebrity voice casting for the characters

85 - the larks + TK discuss Cats (2019)

86 - Cats (2019) discussion part 2

87 - star performer Norl Shyri has been traveling the country since last on the podcast; green eggs & ham parody turns into Kat's spam trauma turns into Juniper & Noel's ghoulish childhood stories

88 - Juniper's Code Geass pee dream & Chantel stealing Noel's pillow

89 - the larks + Lysa discuss the difficulties of obtaining clotted cream & attend comedy 101

90 - harmar mall lore & wizard mysteries

91 - Celeste's self promo, Juniper's Come On Eileen trauma, and Kat's encounter with a drunk man asking her for queer advice

92 - Juniper's encounter with a stranger accosting them while they were late to the dog park

93 - Juniper's ordeal trying not to poop while getting Riot to the vet

94 - the larks + Andrew discuss peanut butter surprise & fluffernutters

95 - Andrew from ChasmQuest ((Noel)) has a t-shirt with many facts about himself on it & condones identity theft

96 - Noel's impulse purchases, Errol's poorly made Parent Trap reference, and everyone's life changes ft. Juniper's name change

97 - Kaiju wedding planning/fanfic

98 - pog/poggers lore

[thefoxdenrp]

Julius gave an small smile to Meri as he offered a plush, hug-sized lavender-scented alpaca to Meri. It was soft - and hopefully comforting, maybe even calming. "Her name Fluffernutter. I was hoping she'd cheer you up at least a little."

Meri hugged the plushie and inhaled its calming scent. "I love the name." She giggled. It truly seemed to fit the alpaca with how fluffy it was. Also it just made sense for Julius to pick a silly name for a plushie.

"Thank you, Julius. This is really thoughtful of you." She wrapped one of her arms around him, giving him a side hug while still holding onto Fluffernutter.

[twistednuns]

April 2025

The first bike tour with my new Pedelec.

A night out with C. We went to a left-wing satire/stand-up show and, surprisingly, I found it to be quite entertaining. C. met an acquaintance, Nicole Gohlke. She's a member of the German Bundestag and is friends with Wolfgang M. Schmitt, Ole Nymoen (who invited her to the show) and Jean-Philippe Kindler. So we tagged along for drinks at the Adina hotel bar.

Planning a trip to Gran Canaria with Ludo, Marcus and Christian. I want to go diving and drive around the island before the dudes arrive! We're going to look at a few properties together. At first I was sceptical but the idea is growing on me.

Meeting my new hypnotherapist. We're vibing.

My Duolingo comeback. I'm kinda relieved to see that I do still speak Spanish.

One of those fantastic massages I sometimes get from Ploy.

Letting vanilla pudding drip off the spoon, right into my mouth.

Meeting Fiorina at the doctor's office! Well, she IS the doctor, so she got paid for chatting with me. Nice!

The neighbourhood's magnolia trees in full bloom.

Accidentally starting oil painting!

The Sisterhood in Dune Prophecy.

INIKO blew me away with her voice, her vibe, her presence and style. What a great artist. Fantastic concert.

A last minute decision to go to the cinema. I discovered that there is a really nice one just 10min from my house! What. I'll be back.

My car came back squeaky clean from the repair.

Scotland on a menu: Digestives. Rosemary crackers. Terry's Chocolate Orange. One of the best Bánh mì sandwiches I've ever eaten. Ethiopian food. Acaï and Buddha bowls. Roger's pancakes.

Edinburgh and Glasgow adventures: Staying at a very old but charming guesthouse. Walking through Greyfriar's Kirkyard at dusk, taking a bus to the sea, finding the perfect shops for us in Leith: Portal (me) and a boardgame store (C.) A teary cinema visit. / Staying at a chic, modern hotel. A night out at a rock pub, an intense talk about C.'s suicide thoughts, going dancing. An afternoon at Kelvingrove Museum.

Those beautiful, bright yellow gorse bushes as far as the eyes can see.

Connecting with Nori, Yod, Beans, Names, Jade, Su, Jordan.

Seeing C. DJ, how well he's been received, the joy he radiated.

Workshops on radical honesty,l and assertiveness, the God Experiment.

Dancing to Fluffernutter.

Tilly the cat. She's soft and fierce.

Making Jordan's van bounce.

Finding all the Easter eggs before (and while!) soaking in the hot tub.

Talking to Ria, Amaris and Nori after watching SCALES. Brainstorming the Dyke Cruise Bingo together.

Being alone in Cosmic Cave, writing letters, doodling, drawing tarot cards.

An intense welfare shift. I learned that I'm not responsible for other people's issues even if I'm the one they confided in.

The starry sky, the view of the ocean, the forest.

Taking photos dressed up as Saints with Beans' instant camera.

Displaying my art. Singing together.

Horse goodies and happiness. The kindness of strangers.

Gifting back rubs and Osho zen cards.

C. told me he loved me. In person and in writing.

Sean giving us a ride to the airport. So grateful. Cuddling on the plane. Veggie doner and Apfelschorle upon arrival.

Meditating my way through an MRI tunnel. And my first hypnosis session with Alex.

Seeing the others' photos of Celtic Burn. Connecting with new friends.

My first hypnosis therapy session.

Dandelion fields illuminated by the afternoon sun.

Another A+ massage (Ploy is the best).

Meeting Manu, cutting his hair, buying flower pots.

A lovely time with C. and L. We accompanied C. to the shooting club and I got to shoot a few rounds as well. We visited friends, had lunch at an eco restaurant in the countryside. I picked a wildflower bouquet. Then we went to a place with a good view, walked around the graveyard and L. asked to light a candle in the church up on the hill. Then we enjoyed a scoop of ice-cream in the evening sun. C. helped me with my ETFs and we cuddled a lot. And we talked about getting married! I feel loved.

Walking through the airport with my new (deep purple!) noise-cancelling BOSE headphones. Spherical instrumental music playing. This is SO helpful.

Buying stickers and tattoos for my inner child. Applying the tattoos to my notebook pages! They can actually be used for paper. Who knew.

Another arrival at Hridaya. A calm one this time. I knew what to expect. I felt patient, content. I loved how familiar everything was. A few Karma yogis I already knew. Bella the cat. Not much has changed around here (Have I?) And I'm so happy I splurged on a single room. I value my peace and quiet.

Returning to the hanging chair under the chestnut tree for lunch. I used to come here almost daily during the silent retreat. Such an idyllic spot.

Bella allowed me to pet her.

Sunbathing lizards. Bumblebees and butterflies. Pea twines with elegant purple blossoms.

[writer59january13]

Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

Ransacking treasure trove of maximum headroom.

To remedy a fate worse than death or contracting one

of several viral diseases named pox permeate heavy shut tight door with numerous deadbolts and sophisticated locks and impossible mission to out fox analogous to roach infestation, who favor nesting within custom made Roper men's shoes brand name Docks.

Upon prima facie first blush me mind's eye all atwitter,

sans long forgotten "FAKE" sexual exploits set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,

boot like short order cook I hapt tubby quickly realized trumpeting collusion, a near fatal collision course with Das scribe's antimatter

caw zing friggin insomnia

finding ma noggin scrambled likesome lithesome cockamamie critter whipped into frenzy like battered butter

holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life

cause I haint acquitter baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling

hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,

this raging red bull inside me mind,

now body wheeling wickety wack, lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter

bitta asthma - insides got balled into wah racket like quietly rioting unfetter herd plain tennis (see) hens, gone south tub bespatter

ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky reducing gray matter, and all flesh sundered

into meaty platter

to pulverized, irradiated, cremated... faux fluffernutter batter

analogous tummy Aunt Jemima's famous flapjacks, she fantastically fashioned better than Betty Crocker

tossing spatulated glommed gook suitable as bonesetter high as the Taj Mahal,

while she merrily jabbered, her native patois singsong blatter

all this inaudible clatter

muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter madly clangorous dinner cowbells

aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter ring jitterbugging fantasies of barenaked ladies doth splutter

as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry

like cocky rooster that did stutter!

[houseofwomn]

private detective emily rose

A little dossier for everyone’s favorite sullen detective

Name: Emily Mae Rose

Birthday: April 1st, 1995

Race & Ethnicity: Asian, Filipino

Appearance: Light-tan skin, dark brown hair usually in a bun, has oddly large feet for someone 5’3. Typically wears white button-downs, whatever blazer she can find, and pleated trousers. Also exclusively wears sneakers.

Education: Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and a Minor in Philosophy

Occupation: Private Detective at the Ginovesi Private Detective Agency (Current), NYPD Homicide Division (Former)

Growing Up Emily is a first-generation Filipino-American. Her father and uncle immigrated to Queens in the late 80s. They both entered police training to gain income and follow in their father’s footsteps. Jimmy was murdered on duty when Emily was 13. This left her and Tommy in shambles. As a result, Emily has PTSD and regularly deals with panic attacks, nightmares, and dissociation. Up until graduating high school, Emily struggled with making friends. She’d make kids eat mud pies during recess and gifted locks of her hair to a girl just because she said she liked them. When Emily was eight, she called a classmate motherfucker just because she stole her Tamagotchi.

Trivia

Her father named her after Emily Brontë. His favorite book was Wuthering Heights, and he’d read it to her every night

Emily is bisexual.

She and Trystan adopted a stray dog named Twilight after encountering Niko Borodin.

Her comfort food is fluffernutter sandwiches, something her father would make her as a child.

Emily hates celebrating her birthday. Instead of a party, she goes to the Drunk Tank and shares drinks with Uncle Tommy.

Emily is left-handed.

[pupalupadup]

Happy birthday @pangur-and-grim​! Have a picture of my bunbutt, who is just as DEMANDING of attention as your own seems to be!

[nitw]

i really want a siamese cat and i want to name it fluffernutter :(

[orokin-made]

99% of my OCs have hours and hours of thought and research behind them and then there’s Rin, who’s entire personality consists of:

Being beautiful

Kissing boys

Oh shit sweet flips

Look at this bug I found it’s cooler than you

She’s Valid™