#imma be adding to this periodically :>

[cutseal]

❝ one to 𝐂𝐔𝐓 / one to 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐋 ❞

#CUTSEAL — an indie roleplay blog for yone the unforgotten from league of legends. summoned by 𝐕.

affiliates / mains: @maljefe

rules.

this will be an 18+ blog due to darker themes that may be present, so practice discretion. i deal with some mental and physical health issues so my activity will be sporadic, please be kind. if you no longer wish to be mutuals I ask that you soft-block me to save us both from potential embarrassment. excessive gore and spiders are my only triggers so please keep this in mind as we interact. more will be added as I go along.

[grabyourpillow]

Going through the art I saved on my Tumblr and being like "hmm this is still dope" so actually why did I reblog all my fave art pieces just once. ONCE. You're telling me the artist put hours, weeks months and their flesh and blood and soul into it and I look at it for like one second and that's it?? Man fuck that. Fuck consumption culture. Fuck art as a disposable product. I'm going to reblog the art I like 10, 100, 1000 times until its burned into the back of my eyelids and I can see it with my eyes closed. Be prepared

[gaesnek]

afab folk can you confirm this is what goes on every month?

[stephaniejuhnay]

Lol some of y’all on this app are exhausting af for no reason.

[karaaaak]

Is it 4 am when I posted this, yes. Do I car. No. Get attacked with my draft about some things about some of the specters I find neat! If anything I say in this post is wrong, or could have something added to it I would LOVE feedback, I’m still getting the hang of long form posts lol

Anywho! Most of my point here are going to be from either Wikipedia or someone else’s post. I have really bad memory so if I say something that seem familiar to a post you or someone you know made then people mention it and I’ll tag them!

First specter I’m gonna talk about is Eulalie’s.

Eulalies specter, as show, is a chimera, more specifically a Baku!

Baku’s are “Japanese supernatural beings that are said to devour nightmares”. Which explains Eulalie dreameating and possibly also the dispeller of evil spirits ability

Another fact I found interesting is that in a legend about the Baku “a child would wake up form a nightmare and call for the Baku by repeating “Baku-San, come eat my dream” three times. Then the Baku will come into the child’s room and eat the nightmare and the child will go back to sleep peacefully. However calling the Baku should be used sparingly, because if they remain hungry after eating a nightmare they may also devour the child’s hopes and dreams as well.”

Im not to sure if that is relevant to Eulalies character at all but I felt like it was worth adding!

Another thing that many have pointed out is that the markings of Eulalies arms resemble burn marks. Along with the fact that after using her dispeller of evil spirits ability she coughs a flame of fire.

Next specter I wanna talk about is Bernice’s!

I don’t have too too much to talk about with her specter, just some bits and bobs I picked up on rereads

Bernice’s specter in one of my favorites, just because of the fact it’s similar to a self defense mechanism for lack of a better term. Basically what I mean by that is the things she list is death her specter has a large amount of, and another things. Which leads me to the mouths.

The mouths, to me, are extremely interesting. If i remember correctly I read this on a post so credit or op even though I can’t remember who it was 😭. But the placements of the mouths on her specter could be the places she was touched without consent and/or inappropriately. The mouths seem to work as a self defense to her body, biting at whoever comes near on their own. Proctecting those spot of her.

Another thing about her design is the focus on teeth. First then her death and her teeth falling out, and on her specter, with the large teeth on the extra mouths. This association comes from the Edgar Allen Poe story she was based on, Bernice. If you haven’t read it I will spare you you read and put the wiki summary here

“The story is narrated by Egaeus, who is preparing to marry his cousin Berenice. He tends to fall into periods of intense focus, during which he seems to separate himself from the outside world. Berenice begins to deteriorate from an unnamed disease until only her teeth remain healthy. Egaeus obsesses over them. When Berenice is buried, he continues to contemplate her teeth. One day, he awakens with an uneasy feeling from a trance-like state and hears screams. A servant reports that Berenice's grave has been disturbed, and she is still alive. Beside Egaeus is a shovel, a poem about "visiting the grave of my beloved", and a box containing 32 teeth.”

Weird, i know. 😭

Another thing is her pearls. I couldn’t find any mentions of pearls in her story but she has a strange association with them. From them falling off during her death, her having many of them in her specter, and even her outfit in the fast pass episode (fast pass at the time of writing this but ep 126). I’m not to sure what this mean but i figured it throw it in!

Im think thats all imma do in this post, maybe if i find motivation ill make a reblog of this with Ada and Monty (if not Monty then Annabel)

[evilgenius-prower]

Hello! 💜

Just read your latest comic! I really love your Silver Parent Trap AU!!

(This ask is going to be filled with questions, lol.)

I literally thought to myself: "hm. They're (Sonic and Shadow) gonna have to tie a rope around Silver's waist or something to keep him from floating off like a balloon."

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But now that I'm thinking about it, would Silver's powers develop over time?

2. Like, for example, when Silver is a little kid, would he only be able to use his powers for short periods of time?

And, following that train of logic, his powers would develop more and get stronger as he got older, allowing himself to use them for longer periods of time and maybe to be able to control more things.

Oh! And going with that:

3. In general, would a Mobian's powers deteriorate after a certain age?

4. Or would they continue to grow stronger (as long as the person was using them consistently) until their death?

I had Shadow in mind with these last two questions (3 and 4). I know he's only half Mobian and the Ultimate Lifeform, but there's got to be limits somewhere to how much his powers can develop (...remembering he has inhibitor rings, maybe they would stop--or at least slow down--the development of his powers if powers continue to develop as one ages).

5. And could some illnesses or medical events (the deadly ones (ex: cancer and rabies (?), a stroke and a heart attack, physical or mental trauma (mainly these two!!))) cause the deterioration of powers, maybe even to a point of permanently limiting how much power one could use? Maybe even some poisons or venoms could as well!

(and adding on to the list from question 5: major depression or anxiety)

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Anyway, this was a long ask. Sorry if it hurt your brain, lol.

Have a wonderful day/night!! 💜

ok first of all that visual was too cute not to draw...

AHHHH so excited to answer all this omg ok

edit: ok i yap a LOT so imma hide this under the cut lol

1/2: Silvers powers are definitely more unpredictable when he's a baby/kid. I don't think they get stronger as he gets older, but his control of them improves. At first the powers are pretty emotions-based, so if baby silver starts laughing things start floating, or if he throws a tantrum things start breaking. But as he gets older he gets them more under control.

Also they change colors!! his telekinesis starts out more of a light blue but then turns to more of a dark teal as he ages.

3/4: i totally agree, Shadows powers don't develop infinitely. I think his powers/body can only hold up to a certain amount of chaos, and they increase until he hits that limit. At that point he has to get a stronger set of inhibitor rings--which i think don't slow the development of his powers so much as contain a set amount of chaos so he doesn't explode.

5: I would think it's like a spider man situation. (that's the best way my brain can think to explain it lol) Like emotions/depression/anxiety/mental trauma would definitely mess with both Shadow and Silvers ability to control their powers.

Silvers telekinesis requires a lot of concentration, so if he had any disease/poison/mental illness that messed with that, his powers would probably weaken or vanish completely.

And Shadow's powers, instead of weakening, would i think just spiral out of control. Even in the mental/physical trauma--those things affect him, and he is the only thing keeping all that chaos energy in check. The chaos isn't affected by trauma, but his ability to keep it in is affected. Disease-wise, though, i think the chaos mostly burns all the poison/venom/virus away. Ultimate Lifeform can't really get sick, after all.

(buuuut i do think it would be cool if certain diseases could corrupt his powers. metal-virus style).

ANYWAYS tysm for the ask!! hopefully i answered everything ok lol, have an AMAZING day/night too 💜

[restinslices]

Kinktober Day 6 - Size Difference

Hello, I'm still cramping and my period don't seem like it's ending anytime soon so imma be writing short lil dabbles until I'm freed from this prison. CW: He's a big bitch + bulge outline or whatever it's called. It's late-

Your feelings of lust for the General should've ended the moment he betrayed your family, but it never did. General Shao was the most intoxicating of drugs, pulling you back for more even though you knew it was wrong. Treasonous even.

But how could you be expected to have things such as honor and dignity when he completed you like no other?

His size caused you pain, yes. But there was always pleasure there. You laid with several men in hopes to get your mind off of him, but none of them could hit where he easily could.

"Imagine if I forced all of myself inside you" the roughness of his taunts only added to your arousal, for reasons you weren't quite sure of. It was pathetic, really. Having a prisoner fuck you inside his cell. Pathetic, yet it felt so right. His claws practically dug into the skin of your hips, keeping a firm grip as he pulled you back onto him.

"I-I could take it" you managed to get out in between gasps, but that only made him laugh. One of his hands gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. If this were any other man, you wouldn't have been able to. But this was General Shao. A man as tall as the sky and as wide as the clouds in it. When he wanted you to look at him, you'd always be forced to look at him.

"Oh could you?" he asked, his voice full of faux sympathy. His hand traveled down to your midsection, landing on the clear bulge outline. He tsked, "I'd only hurt you". But you didn't care about if it hurt. You wanted him. All of him. Every single inch, even if it tore you. You continued whining, promising him that you could make him proud and take it all, and eventually he relented.

He pushed your head down on the cold stone below, hands going back to your waist. Inch by inch he pushed himself in more, and you tried to take it, biting your lip to stifle any noises from coming out, until you couldn't take it anymore. He made a noise of dissatisfaction when you cried for him to stop, that it was too much.

"Again and again you say you can take it. You'll never be able to. You're too small. Look at how puny you are compared to me"

"I'll do better next time! I promise!

That was the dream, but it'd never come true. Again and again you'd tell him to push more of himself inside, and again and again it would be too much for you.

[slutsareteacherstoo]

I Hope Part 3 - Terry Richmond x Black OC

Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)

(I gotta get better at these tags, suggestions welcome!)

Summary: Terry finds himself a change of scenery to after the events of Rebel Ridge

Warnings/Things of Note: I made him cry 😭🤣 (idk i just feel like that’s important; THE MAN IS GRIEVING!!!)

Word count: 3K+ (3,093)

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience. After I made my last post I was like lemme try and polish it, but then I added more and then i fell asleep. Been fighting sleep tryna finish this part. I dont like how this part ends because it doesn’t have all the descriptions I wanted but it’s part 3 complete and onto part 3. im also trying to not let myself not sharing anything because Imma be holding on it to it for who knows how long cuz life is beating my butt😵‍💫

So canonically, Terry was born in 1992. And they wrapped up filming in July 2022. A lot of folks have been using 30 for Terry’s age since thats how old Aaron is. And so i was like okay cuz in my mind this takes place a few months after Rebel Ridge and so i used the time period to my advantage and make it an important part of the story

So we are throwing it back a bit in time to start at the beginning of their story. I was rereading it like oh shit damn i did do something frfr but we gotta go chronologic for this to work.

It’s kinda proofread but i be missing words when i type (also its 2:30 in the morning so idk its probably mistakes in there) Comments and critiques are welcome 🤗

don’t do too much tho🌚 cuz apparently yall think you can talk to people anyhow on this internet.

Anyways. Enjoy. ☺️

Fall 2022

Terry was making his way to the library. He needed a place to charge his phone and to think before heading to his final destination to meet her. Sun shining, skin glistening with sweat and pedaling hard to the tune of metal, he focused on where he was going. And what his next steps would be.

He wanted something different. Something better. He was trying to be better. Someone new. He’d been out of the military for almost 5 years now. And for the past 2, he’d been trying to shed that skin. To cut those ties and be someone new. A man and not a machine.

It’s why he found himself not at home but more than 2000 miles away from it. Away from what happened some months ago. The grief he was holding was too much. The very much preventable death of his favorite cousin. The future he envisioned for the both of them and what was to come instead. The loss of camaraderie and brotherhood of his fellow Marines while also knowing he needed to get out while he still could.

With his desired destination now in full view, he eased his pace a bit, preparing to slow down and eventually stop. The music in his ears was coming to a crescendo when he finally got off of his bike. He pulled his blue backpack for the lock and began the short walk to the bike locker. He hoisted it upward to fit in the rack with the other bikes.

After closing the locker, he decided to take a swig of water while looking at the landscape before him. Body turned to face the direction he’d previously came from. He was taking in the urban landscape, a concrete jungle lined with palm trees. A different view from the country back home. After taking the moment to center himself, Terry decided to enter the library.

He was making his way through the sliding doors, being met with the building’s cool air immediately. And when the song he was listening to faded, a different melody came through but it wasn’t from his phone. It was someone speaking. A smooth and gentle voice that resonated with Terry strongly. The person was saying something about frozen food. He took his buds out, ear by ear, to see where the voice was coming from. Hearing it in fullness and clarity, the feeling of resonance grew inside of him. Almost like recognition.

“So when we’re shopping for food, it can seem difficult to try and eat healthier. The fresh fruits and veggies seem to be more expensive than other items. So it makes sense that we want to go for what’s cheaper. Especially if we have mouths to feed,” said the voice.

A chorus of agreement in yeses, yups, and mhmms came from the direction of the voice.

“That’s why I like to get some of mine from the freezer.”

The chorus sounded again in wonder, confusion and intrigue. Terry’s interest was piqued too. Since he was going to start figuring out all this for himself again, he might as well listen. He finally looked and faced his body in the group’s direction, standing straight with hands crossed in front of him at attention. And she had it. The group’s conductor captivated him immediately. He didn’t know why but it felt important.

Her hair was in low puff and covered by a magenta bandanna. Translucent lavender glasses were the gateway to deep, dark brown cat eyes, lined in black. Terry couldn’t help but be drawn in by their allure. Thin, gold oversized hoops framed her face and gave warmth to her deep brown skin. The rest of it was covered by a white mask with light blue straps.

That actually gave him pause. Was he supposed to be wearing one? Maybe he missed a sign, distracted by the captivating conductor. Performing a quick scan, he hadn’t seen one, nor many other patrons wearing them as well. He’d spotted maybe 4 or 5 people outside the seated group and conductor. Some wore thin, black and light blue ones. Others wore more sturdy-looking ones? People had them in different colors—white, black, pink green. Maybe he could ask someone for one or why they were still wearing them.

Terry was dedicated to listening. He really was. She was talking to these folks about trying to eat good while stretching a dollar. Especially because he was gonna be staying in this expensive ass place for a minute. He was taking in all the details. Including the woman’s orange crochet cardigan and the white ribbed shirt stretched over her large chest. The white shirt was tucked into black yoga pants, waistband showcasing her soft, round belly. At a certain point, she’d put her hand on her hip; the orange cardigan behind her elbow now showing her wide set hips and full thighs that clung to the fabric. The rest of the material flared out at her knees over white light brown running shoes.

Terry heard something about freezing cooked rice. Something something starch profile. But it was the woman’s that had him at attention. He couldn’t see behind her but…he was NOT supposed to be checking out this random stranger in a random place. Being captivated by a masked maiden or whatever, this was neither the time nor place but damn she was everything.

Terry had thought these thoughts were all in his head, until the library worker behind him cleared their throat loudly for the audience of the one and only Terry Richmond. He was blushing with embarrassment and mortification, turning to meet the worker behind him. He smiled nervously and hoped the apology in his eyes came through. So much for trying to better man.

“I’m sorry about that. Is there a place I can charge my phone,” he asked while adjusting his backpack.

The worker pointed in the opposite direction of Savannah and her group. “You can go over there.” The worker was wearing a thin, black mask so he couldn’t see the bottom half of their face. But the expression in their eyes made it clear that he could actually go to hell, needed to keep it pushing and do so expeditiously. “Thank you,” Terry peered down at the worker’s badge to see their name, “Casey,” and made his way to get some juice for his phone.

Terry found an empty spot at a desk, back towards the wall and face towards the rest of the library. He could see the place with a much wider vantage point, but the conductor from earlier now out of his range. He ought to feel ashamed of himself and he did. Terry shook his head and sighed. He took a few calming breaths. In and out. In and out. Feeling a bit more comfortable, he pulls out his phone and charger, plugging it into the wall. He unlocks his phone to look at the address saved in his phone for the hundredth time. As if he hadn’t memorized it by heart. One of his safe spaces. Being with her. Figuring out what he’s going to say to her and how everything will work when he sees her again for the first time since the funeral.

He plugs in the library’s address to calculate the distance between the two of them. It was only 37 minutes. Not too bad surprisingly. Although, that might change whenever his phone got to 100 percent. His auntie had told him to be wary about the traffic. That he should overestimate at least 30 minutes to 1 hour for wherever he wanted to go, because you never knew how far you’d be set back and you never wanted to tempt fate.

He couldn’t wait to see her again. It’d only been 3 months since Mike’s funeral. A couple more since the life altering events of Shelby Springs.

— - - -

The navigation on his phone alerted Terry that his auntie’s house was coming up soon on the right. He decided to stop the bike and walk with it to the front door. The closer he got to the familiar grey house, the more he

felt the dam of emotions begin give. He walked the bike up the driveway and set it between the garage door and the big truck. Stopping in front of the red door, he drew in a few deep breaths. He was trying to steady his nerves. Terry didn’t want to break down in front of the woman’s steps. At least not in public, he didn’t want to embarrass the woman. When felt ready enough, he rapped 4 times into the hollow of the white door.

Terry heard movement from the other side, and then the clicking of locks. The door opened to reveal a woman with golden brown skin and salt-and-pepper curls. She was wearing a green blouse with wide-legged white pants and brown strappy sandals. Her eye color matched Terry’s green-blue-grey. There was no mistaking that he and Taylor Richmond were cut from the same cloth. Upon seeing her, he hugged Taylor immediately. Terry was lost in the feeling of her, the smell of her—a signature brown sugar and cinnamon. It reminded him that this was a safe space. That he could be himself here—no questions, no judgement; no putting him on a pedestal, calling him a hero; no pity and no blame from others who weren’t there.

Her nephew didn’t even let her get a word out. Taylor only let out a yelp of surprise before embracing her nephew back and chuckling. His hold on her was tight. Good lord, this boy, she thought. When she heard the sob that ripped through Terry though…oh Lord, this boy. She pulled back slightly to get a look at him. His eyes were a sea of sorrow and ache. Even in this vulnerable state, she sensed relief in him letting it out. His frame was still slightly bowed from embracing hers. She held his face in her hands.

“Well, hello to you too. If you missed me that bad, you should’ve told me to pick you up at the airport,” she said with a raised brow and wiped his tears with her thumbs. That made Terry chuckle.

“Hi, Auntie,” he said, “And I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put you out.”

“Terry, you’re literally staying in my house for God knows how long. And you’re my nephew. I’m not braving that traffic to the airport for just anybody,” Taylor said with a furrowed brow.

Terry turned his head from his auntie so he’d have space to roll his eyes, mostly at himself. Taylor caught him though. She lightly tapped him in the center of his chest with the back of her freshly manicured hands, bangles ringing in unison.

“Now, you stop all that and get in here,” Taylor said in a mocking tone.

“Yes, ma’am,” Terry obliged with a few nods, wiping at his eyes again for good measure and tugged on his backpack straps.

He followed his aunt and crossed the threshold of her home, making sure to remove his shoes before he ventured further and placed his backpack down. Taylor was making her way to the kitchen, where he guessed she was earlier before announcing his arrival. Terry took a moment to admire some of the living room. It had a grey sectional with a maroon throw blanket draped across its back. The walls were decorated with photos of his family over the years, his auntie and uncle in different places around the world, a photo of him and Mike as kids playing in the front yard caught his eye. He walked toward the picture and reached up for it. He ghosted his hand over the frame and glass and stared at it in awe and remembrance. Terry felt his aunt’s gaze on him before she spoke.

“I remember that summer clear as day. You two were a menace with those water balloons,” Taylor said, the sounds of wooden spatula hitting the edge of a pot rang through the space.

Terry looked over his shoulder at his aunt, a look of disbelief with a hint of mischief behind it.

“I wouldn’t really say menace,” he said, trailing off a bit.

“Please, the neighbors gave me and your uncle hell over it,” Taylor exclaimed, pointing the spatula at Terry through the view space of the breakfast bar and upper cabinets, “especially because you got a lot of the other kids involved in that scheme. An entire summer, you two planned that out,” Taylor said shaking her head, while returning some spices to the cabinet.

“Well, you told us to make friends and that’s exactly what we did!” Terry said with a laugh, quickly turning back to the wall to return the frame. The laugh left a smile that brought wrinkles to the edges of his eyes. Taylor was happy to see it. It was a genuine one. And she missed seeing it on her nephew’s face.

Taylor playfully rolled her eyes and gestured for Terry to sit counter.

“Come over here and wash up. I know you’re hungry.”

Terry bounced over to his aunt, joining her in the kitchen and washing his hands. He reached up and across for plates and utensils from muscle memory. Terry waited for his aunt to make her plate to then make his own (she wouldn’t let him when he offered). He opened the fridge for 2 bottles of water, and balanced them with his plate and their utensils. He then went to join her at the dining table.

After a quick prayer over the food, the two dug in. Terry groaned in satisfaction and appreciation. He missed good food like this. He could cook himself, but a big part that made the food good was that his Auntie Taylor put her heart and soul into the food she made; and did every time but he felt and knew she made this specifically for him.

“Thank you, Auntie. For the food and letting me stay here with you for a while,” Terry said graciously.

“Of course, baby. It’s nothing at all. It’ll be nice to have another person ‘round here,” Taylor said with her fork in hand, using it to emphasize the space they were in. “And besides, I’m not gonna be the only one in that kitchen. All them years working with Mr. Liu and Ken, I know you got some good meals in that brain of yours. And you’ll also be buying groceries. Lord knows the last time you were here, you almost ate us out of house and home.”

“Okay. So, rent and groceries. I can do that,” Terry agreed.

“No, I don’t need your money for rent. You keep that.” Taylor said firmly

Terry stared his aunt down, but Taylor Elise Richmond was better. So Terry stood down.

“Yes, ma’am.” he said lowly, scratching the back of his neck. He hadn’t said it under his breath, only accepting his aunt at her word. She was a reasonable woman but a staredown with her would always be a losing battle, a lesson he’d learned spending many summers here in her home.

“Now, you’ll stay in the backhouse. I put fresh sheets and towels down for you,” Taylor began. “You can enter it through the gate by the driveway. It’s got everything over there, except washer and dryer.” She stood from the table and grabbed a set of keys from the counter. “These are yours. Please do not lose them.” Terry nodded at her.

“Hmm…let’s see what else am I forgetting?” Taylor said tapping her pointing index finger against her chin. “I can’t think of anything else right,” Taylor added as she turned head to the kitchen clock.

“Oh shoot,” Taylor exclaimed. “I gotta go drop a plate of food to my neighbor.”

“Here, let me do it. I’ll clear the table and make the plate,” Terry offered after getting out of his chair and began do what he said. “I know you did a lot, preparing everything for me when I got here. So I got it.”

Taylor sighed at herself mostly. Her nephew was a persistent and she was a bit tired.

“Okay,” she relented, leaning against the counter with her hands up in mock surrender. Taylor watched as Terry put the leftover food in a plastic Tupperware container. He removed the pots and pants from the stove and placed them in the sink to soak.

Terry rounded the corner to meet his aunt at the counter. He picked the keys up.

“So, which way am I going?” he asked her.

“Just right across. It’ll be the house with the red flower decorations,” Taylor responded.

“Thank you,”

“No, thank you.”

Terry headed to the front door with the food in hand. He set it down quickly on the entry table to put on his shoes.

“Oh, one more thing,” Taylor went to meet him up front. She reached for the first drawer of the plastic chest nestled under the table and pulled. Returning to a neutral position, she placed a black face mask on the lid.

Terry glanced down at the item.

“They sick over there or something?”

“No. Well, something like that. It’s just better for her, when we go over there.”

Terry nodded and put the mask on. Taylor unlocked the door for him and gestured to his delivery destination across the street.

“I’ll be back real soon,” Terry said, kissing his aunt on the cheek.

Now on the sidewalk, he checked both sides of the street for traffic before cutting across. He spotted the house with the red flower directions and knocked on the door 3 times. He heard a voice call out, “Coming!”. Terry was tapping his thumbs on the top of the container when he realized he forgot the poor neighbor’s name. His aunt had told him but it slipped from his short-term memory. When the lock clicked, he resolved he’d ask the nice, older lady.

The door opened and he went to introduce himself but he was stopped in his tracks.

“Hi,” the woman said. “You must be Terry?”

Terry nodded, “Yes, how’d you know that?”

“Your aunt. She said a nephew was staying over, that and your eyes. You two are definitely the same. Thank you for bringing this over.” the woman said. “And my name is Savannah,” she added, holding her hand out for a handshake.

It wasn’t just any woman. It was his conductor from the library earlier today. And now he knew her name.

Thanks for reading! Until next time😇

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Big big shoutouts to @kumkaniudaku @megamindsecretlair @earthchica @theereina @brattyfics @uzumaki-rebellion @sweettea-and-honeybutter @mymindisneverhere yall are fantastic your writing has shown me that i can push myself and im capable of writing more and like get in my craft frfr recently 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[firstservepercentage]

Carlos and Coco seem to be wearing a ming/qing inpired hanfu pattern? But in a very modern "stylization".

okay imma nerd out about chinese traditional clothing a bit (a lot)

so here they are both wearing mid-late Ming dynasty (roughly mid 15th century - mid 16th century)style traditional Chinese clothing. in this period the economy was good so everyone were wearing pretty cloths with fancy patterns (in a lot of the times peasants were not allowed to wear bright colours and complex patterns), and the clothes and their sleeves were quite long and wide.

Carlos here is wearing a Ming dynasty style round collar robe （明制圆领袍）and I am quite sure that this one is of the mid-late Ming period because there are added pieces of cloth to hem of the robe which started to exist in mid-ming. also they managed to cover up his pants and made the whole thing look a lot more proper lol 😭 and carlos' robe has dragon patterning, which would be extremely bold of him if he wore that in early ming (in that period of time only the emperor or very important members of the government could wear clothes wth dragon patterns) but in mid-late Ming the economy was good everyone were quite happy so people didnt really care anymore. But! looking at the cloth and the pattern design and print the maker of this particular robe probably did not think that much about it because this one is probably from the average try-on-some-tradtional-clothes type of stuff at tourist attractions, and would cost around 300CNY if you want to buy one. The better quality ones can easily go 2000+CNY.

Coco here is wearing a stand-up collar side opening short coat （竖领大襟短袄）. yes there is actually a stand-up collar, but this type of collar is usually super tight and shes taller and more muscular than the average asian women so no wonder why she wasnt able to buckle the buttons up😭 this type of collar stated to become popular around mid ming dynasty too. she is also wearing a horse face skirt （马面裙）, which is essentially a really large piece of cloth (its actually two pieces sewed together but anyways) with a lot of pleats but three of them are super wide, and you wear it by wrapping it around your waist with the wide pleats at the front and the back of your body. its the standard lower body clothing for women through out the Ming dynasty, and were also quite popular in the Qing dynasty too. on a side note this thing is actually super comfy and easy to move around in, i some times wear mine on a normal day with a shirt or a sweater or any top and they go together quite well

to explain the two pieces sewed together part ⬇️

and im getting a bit unnecessarily emo over this because when rafa and jcf and moya did that very similar photo shoot in 2005 they were wearing very historically incorrect costumes because knowledge about traditional clothings of the Han ethnic group (ie the majority of chinese people) was largely lost because of several historical events and also people genuinely didnt care. from around 2010 people started to recover knowledge about our traditional clothing again and it started with a very niche group of people (including me) making, buying and wearing very poorly made, quite ugly and historically incorrect clothes lol😭😭😭 so its quite nice to see even though they just pulled out several pieces form the average try-on-some-tradtional-clothes at tourist sites type of collections, these pieces are more or less based on actual historical clothing (tbh the patternings are still kind of sus but its still a huge step forward 😌)

[pinkiedevv]

G/T Fluffy Domestic Story Idea

Okay I highkey wanna write this but idfk when, so if anyone else wants to give it a shot (or already has) lmk so I can read it big plz and thank ;-;

G/t story where friendly giant builds whole house to be Tiny accessible while the tiny sits nearby swinging their legs and watches and chats them up, maybe helping where they can or giving pointers over things they struggle with and would need help for:

Walkways up to counters/higher surfaces

pulley systems?

little ladders and staircases everywhere

hehe some slides for the way down

Ways for tiny to turn on sinks for water/showers

giant makes it so all drains have grate bottoms so there's no risk of tiny falling through

maybe a shoelace attached to faucet so tiny can climb out

Safely carrying tiny

if on shoulder, could be interesting if giant has an earing that tiny can attach a harness to so they can't fall (or maybe tiny just holds onto earing like one of those handles for tall people in trains)

giant makes comfy chest pockets in all the shirts they wear at home

Private nook for tiny's bedroom/nest

with a somehow working toilet XD

a cute little wardrobe filled with clothes either the giant or tiny (or both) made

soft bed, maybe out of a commandeered pillow or some of the giant's old clothes

tiny-sized mirror made from smoothed out shard of a larger one

Little sitting areas all over the house

in front of/on windowsills that get direct sunlight

a mini dining table on top of giant's dining table

Mini greenhouse

for fresh fruits/plants/veggies for tiny to pick/care for themselves

flower garden full of those little flower types <3

maybe a mini water fountain

Food storage spot for tiny that's constantly restocked

teeny containers to keep crumbs and the like fresh

something to keep fresh produce cool??

Appliances

tiny cups/plates/utensils (bought or made by giant?)

whittled down graphite for pencils

maybe a teeny inkwell to dip a pin in for a quill/pen

sheafs of paper meticulously cut into the perfect size for tiny

maybe an old iPhone is bought as a TV for the tiny XD

Ways to make sure tiny stays safe while living with a giant

Giant doesn't wear headphones at home and keeps music low

Tiny is properly accounted for before any cleaning gets done (especially vacuuming HA)

Little bells all over the house so tiny can call for help if they need it

Helium balloons periodically exchanged for fresh ones that tiny can tie around their waist when crossing over the floor so they're easy to spot ;3

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imma prolly keep adding to this as thoughts come to me, but ye this was stuck in my brain like friggin' glue so I had to spill it out, no two ways about it

[akumanoken]

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[dootznbootz]

I went on tiktok to just watch some silly Odysseus videos but then I mostly saw people going like "Yeah, maybe Odysseus cried on Calypso' island every day but honestly he had that coming after what he did Achilles and Patroclous/Circe!!!" and "Everything that happens in Odyssey is deserved cuz he took Patrochilles to war!!!" and "I feel so bad for Circe and Calypso and Penelope, they deserved better!!!"

For fucks sake I beg you, read anything different from Millers bs and like educate yourself- And please stop goddamn saying that rape victim. deserved it.

Circe probably didn't give a flying fuck, Calypso is a rapist and abuser and Penelope deserved everything she wanted and SHE WANTED ODYSSEUS

I think I've had enough internet for today, imma go wash my eyes with bleach. Anyways sorry for ranting here, i hope you don't mind it lmao

It's alright. I absolutely understand the vents about the whole thing. :'D No one deserves to be a victim of such a thing no matter WHAT they've done. I hope your eyes are okay after the bleach

Like Odysseus does so many fucked up things but Calypso and Circe? He is the victim. Period. It's very clear that Odysseus is in extreme distress on Ogygia. And Circe wasn't some sort of FwB situation. There's fear and numbness in the language he uses when talking about it. There's so much victim blaming and it SUCKS.

Even then, Odysseus' journey was kind of about "temptation" or just straight up "Die or get out of my sea." From Poseidon. "I don't want you in my waters so I'm gonna try and give you things that will keep you on land or just kill you."

Immortal goddesses wanting you would be many people's dream come true but not for Odysseus. And I think that's the point. His determination, how he clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, is incredible. Many people would've given up and just started a new life but he never would because no life he could ever create would compare to the life he had before. Even if it's different, it's what he's always wanted.

He literally tells Calypso "I'm not stopping until I'm home. I don't care if I suffer more until I do. I'm going home."

“Mighty goddess, do not be angry with me over this. I myself know very well Penelope, although intelligent, is not your match                                          to look at, not in stature or in beauty. But she’s a human being and you’re a god. You’ll never die or age. But still I wish, every moment to get back to my home,                                                       to see the day of my return. And so, even if out there on the wine-dark sea some god breaks me apart, I will go on— the heart here in my chest is quite prepared to bear affliction. I’ve already had so many troubles, and I’ve worked so hard                                  through waves and warfare. Let what’s yet to come be added in with those.”

(Book 5, Johnston)

Circe's a goddess and what happened is nothing like Dionysus and Ariadne and Apollo and Hyacinthus for example. Circe never gave Odysseus a crown of stars and he would never go out of his way to kill 120 people for bothering her. They did not love each other and he can't refuse as she's a goddess.

If you interpret them sleeping together the entire year,(It's only explicitly said that they had sex once so that's what I go with personally.) that doesn't mean he was happy with it! Even then, the whole situation is not what a healthy FwB should look like! I'm asexual and even I know that no one in a FwB situation should have to BEG in any way that basically says "Please let me go or kill me" with supplication!!! The fact that he leaves so quickly he forgets one of his men? The fact that during Elpenor's funeral, he doesn't greet Circe himself? He was avoiding her. Wouldn't he want to get "one last night together" during Book 12 if they were fwb? 🙄

It's bonkers to me that people hate him for being a "cheater" when A.) having multiple lovers wasn't uncommon in Ancient Greece, and B.) the two people he is explicitly said to have "cheated" with, weren't his choice. He wasn't actively searching for pretty women either!!!

As mentioned, while it was common for men to have many lovers, Odysseus never had any listed unlike some of the other men. (not bashing any of them. I'm just making a point in comparison.) He also has no other children besides Telemachus in Homer's works. There's no evidence of him having other lovers other than speculation. (funny enough, I once read somewhere that the reason why Odysseus is so mean is because he doesn't "bond" enough with the other soldiers. 😂)

Does that mean he didn't have other lovers? Technically, Nope! It's just never explicitly stated either way. He has slaves but none were ever said to be concubines or that he sleeps with them. He has deep bonds with his fellow soldiers but that doesn't mean he sleeps with them. That doesn't mean people can't write or talk about him doing so even though it's not mentioned! Just like it also means that someone can write him not doing so as there's nothing that says it either way in Homer's Works! :D

It's fucked up when people say "He didn't try to leave Calypso enough" or something of the like. It just tells you how A.) they didn't read the Odyssey or have piss on the poor reading comprehension or B.) ...you should probably stay away from that person...

With Circe though??? I can understand the confusion but digging deeper and looking at the text, he wasn't having a good time. Or at the very least was walking on Eggshells the whole time. I hate bringing up that essay over and over again but like...I literally wrote everything there.

I also don't like how people take Circe's morally gray-ness away from her. Let her do something fucked up to be fucked up!!! Let her traumatize Odysseus!

Idk, I kind of hate that I'm "known" for this but I relate to this idiot asshole a lot and it means a lot to me that his story, despite what happens to him, has a happy ending :'D

[thatguythatdrawsalot]

Since you said your Rwby Redesign Critiques are still open here are some of mine!:

I made multiple color variants of Yang, but I’ll only show you two others:

I think my favorite is the red, brown, and yellow variant, though I’m not fully satisfied with any of them.

For Weiss I originally wanted to change very little but then I kept thinking ‘what if I change this too-’ until I ended up with this. (I stole her new ponytail from her Volume 1 art.) I don’t think I like all the red I put Weiss in, maybe another color could have helped.

I’ll send the rest in other asks since I made them during different periods of time. (Also all of these are on my Tumblr account.)

Got my good four hours of sleep so let’s do this! I’ll start off with Weiss and then Yang!

Weiss Schnee.

WOW! Weiss looks good in a white dress, wonder why the show proper didn’t have her wear a white dress let alone… WHITE!

I love the amount of red, but I think if you added black to the color palette it could be a stronger outfit in terms of color placement. Though I do headcanon that red for the Schnee family symbolizes freedom or rebellious nature, so if you put Weiss next to her entire family I would believe that she’s the one to no longer tie herself to the family name.

Now for the next part, don’t be sad at what I say… I really try not to be mean, I just wanna be honest since I know fans put a lot more thought into outfits. The outfit is not ideal for Atlas, but it’s super ideal if Weiss got an outfit change in the Ever After. It’s the perfect amount of whacky where I could see the Red Prince only let WBY enter the palace if they change their outfits, in which there needs to be red. Hence the apple ornaments/jewels on her as it was forced on her to just make her wear red, no matter how small.

Yang Xiao Long.

Your recolors are better than mine!!! I have to admit it! Now imma briefly talk about the orange/pink recolors since they’re good but I really love the red recolor more.

The Pink Recolor - How the frick does pink look so good on her? It makes her feel like a sunny dragon.

The Orange Recolor - A yellow/orange bomber jacket could look great on Yang! Maybe have her overalls be lighter or a darker color just to make the yellows pop.

Okay onto the Red Recolor - it’s beautiful. It is hands down the best in my opinion. I know they have orange be Yang’s way with connecting to Ruby given it’s a mix of yellow and red, but I would much prefer if Yang just wore red instead since this is- *chefs kiss* The reds makes her yellows pop, especially her overalls. The outfit can look good whether her eyes changes colors or not from lilac to red. The smallest complaint I could have is it’s not ideal for Atlas, but I don’t care, the warm colors on her is making me ignore and forget that.

Overall, I do love Weiss’ long dress and reds, it can look fantastic in a different environment such as Ever After. As for Yang I’ve hardly seen a color palette on her that includes red, glad I did today as she looks super cool and symbolic to being closer to Ruby… but also eerily similar-looking to Raven-

[ihaveforgortoomany]

How far is the reach of the Foundation? How does its existence affect world governments? To what extent can the Foundation change past events? What if I say the Foundation regardless of their actions contribute to the continuation of Storms possibly?

Im excluding Zeno or Laplace specific bases.

(I am no expert on world governments so this is just speculation on how the Foundation is a global organisation that operates in multiple time periods)

Global friendly also.

We deffo know the Foundation is centralised in Europe with confirmed branches in the US, Australia, with one being constructed in India (correct below if Im missing something)

So far the central Foundation headquarters is specifically unknown but we can guess roughly in Central Europe or the UK, or at the very least the SPDM is likely UK based.

So far we do not know how old the Foundation itself is, knowing only that the Foundation had existed prior to the first Storm, and its been at the very least 8ish years since then. (Again clarify the dates with the Storms does mess with time).

It seems so far in this world of arcanists and humans, the Foundation are treated as adjacent to the government (seen in Vienna in Book 6 and in London in the Prologue), however it is unclear if branches existed before the Storm. What do I mean? In Vienna was the branch there actually established in 1910s or built after the first Storm? As we know not all branches provide Immunity to the Storm.

What is also interesting is the extent of changing past events (Im rambling so Imma ignore the whole grandfather and mother paradoxes for the sake of maintaining my sanity):

In Book One Sonetto and Vertin are tasked with preventing the massacre of the Rosa Killer, meant to save the lives of arcanists but ultimately fail due to Schneider and the last victim killing himself.

In Will of Gears, X's anecdote the TK team are tasked to protect a man who was intending to increase the price of medicine by an extreme amount, this also fails but in truth it failing kept the prices down.

For Book 6 we learn that field investigators are strictly prohibited from interfering with the era for fear of triggering the Storm.

So far the general consensus on accelerating the arrival of the Storm is through inciting chaos and mass panic, in 1929 meant crashing the stock markets early, and in 1914 so far meant FMN in Vienna contributing to the ongoing riots and manipulating Isolde. For this last one the Foundation attempted to prevent the mass assassinations by protecting officials but once again failing.

So far the fractions act like this:

Manus - accelerate critical points in history by necessarily adding fuel to the fire, etc 1929 Wall St Crash and 1914 starting WW1 early.

Foundation - attempt to delay the Storm, protecting certain individuals.

The previous Storms to the 1929 one were 'natural' until Manus began to directly speed up the process BUT what if the Foundation indirectly and unintentionally is also accelerating the process?

BP have alr presented the idea through Marcus telling Kakania about the Island, so what if the Foundation's actions and attempts to thwart the Manus' in speeding up the Storm has the same outcome?

If anything this would just add to the existential dread: the Storm will occur at certain critical points in history, any attempt to prevent or stop it then only serves to accelerate the process to happen much earlier.

Summary: I'm really just throwing ideas at a wall, but interested if anyone has anything to say about this.

[antivan-sprig]

~ Okie dokie I finally have a second to jump into this ~

✨ Rook’s Roost AU: Liselath Cordova ✨

Right off the bat imma apologize for the severe gothic period drama of this all. Lisel is basically a little ghost that scurries around in Viago’s attic.

I went ahead and bolded any info I thought was particularly important. For a summary 😆 since this is sort long.

The bones of the story are the same: Liselath was raised Dalish and designated at birth to be the clan’s next hearth keeper, a ceremonial role that catered to a lot of domestic arts (in addition to singing, playing instruments, and dance. Her clan was wiped out after an attack by the Antaam as they began their invasion of Antiva, she was about 15. Lisel was saved by Viago de Riva after he found her in critical condition.

She has a very noticeable scar trailing down her left lower chin, neck, and ending on her right color bone. She’s exceedingly self conscious of it, Lisel likes to hide her past and her scar is a visible representation of it. When you see it, she knows you know something traumatic happened to her and that makes her feel vulnerable.

Viago began training her, somewhat secretly, as a fledgling. He referred to her as if she were just an artist which he patronized and housed, going so far as to give her a last name from a lesser known branch of his family: Cordova. While she definitely talked with other members of the de Riva house, she was never sure which ones were fully aware of her actual position. (She never bothered to ask Viago because that’s a very Lisel thing to do.)

As such, Lisel kept to herself much of the time.

One exception to this was @alystrin03 ‘s Alecto- who Lisel sort of idolized after seeing her interactions with the other Crows. She definitely sent her fan mail letters. Lisel is drawn to anyone who is bold and/or transparent with their feelings.

I’m totally open to adding in other de Rivas/rooks into Lisel’s backstory btw, I just didn’t want to assume! If you think Vi would have let your rook in on the true identity of the weird ghost elf living in the upper apartments of his villa then he totally did. Although Lisel may or may not know that.

Lisel was mostly utilized for reconnaissance and covert poisonings, although Viago made sure she could protect herself with her magic if the need arose.

For this au the biggest difference in their relationship is a slightly more strained dynamic, with Lisel feeling much more anxiously attached to Viago. This is exacerbated when Lisel blows her cover after (insert Antaam incident equivalent) and is sent away to a smaller estate for her own safety.

Viago visits her after about a year and realizes that this relocation has not been good for her- at all. He sends her to join the VG in the hopes that it will lift her spirits (and to pacify some of the guilt he has.) ((maybe at @alystrin03 Alecto’s insistence?))

Seeing as she hasn’t had a year to explore Thedas with Varric and Lace, she’s bitter as fuck and extra reluctant to talk to anyone.

You’d usually find Lisel in her room, the library (is Alana gonna help Lisel with the library or is that too close to real life? 😆 @therivercrow ), staring off into space from a high balcony and pretending she didn’t hear you talking to her. Sometimes when she thinks nobody is around she’ll play a song on her bass and sing on the same balcony, but will skulk away if she notices someone watching her.

Factions & Personality

Overall she’s very aloof and standoffish, which is easily mistaken for shyness. But she’s not shy, she just has a difficult time finding words and keeping up conversations. Lis hates talking about herself or her past and does her best to cut off any conversation which revolves around it. If she likes you, you’ll most likely end up with a letter pushed under your door or a simple gift or errand done for you. Something you don’t remember mentioning needing, but could definitely use. When she’s comfortable with you she might start getting playful, doing little harmless pranks or poking fun. She might even write a song about you 😆 (she has many for Vi and Teia)

She's also likely very interested in any veil jumpers due to their knowledge of Dalish history and customs (if your Rook is Dalish she’s also interested immediately). For Lisel, “interested” means willing to overlook her reluctance to speak and be social. She might even initiate if she feels like you’re a safe person. Either way you’ll probably get a note pushed under your door (on Viago’s expensive stationary ofc, she stole a whole stack of those fuckers when he kicked her out.)

Ngl Liselath is checking out any grey wardens or lord of fortunes out there. She’d love a strong fella (gn) to cling to and take care of.

Missions & Roles

This is somewhat vague, but Liselath is great at getting things done. If you ask her to do something, it’ll be done before the day is over. (This is why Viago had a soft spot for her, she’s a good, responsible student.)

She also has a lot of medical knowledge from her training under Sylaise, so I could see her running the infirmary, acting as healer, or being designated to protect groups caught in the crossfire. She’s fiercely protective of innocents, especially young people. In general I think she’d be happy to sit back as a support role, save for certain missions that involve rescuing people. She would insist on being part of those and wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

She’s also a perfect spy. She’s cute, unassuming, and fantastic at playing dumb. (Also why Viago liked her, she could practically just ask someone to take a drink of poison). Although she’s less enthusiastic at taking on these roles.

She’s great at defensive magic (mind blast and shields) and, being a dancer, she’s quick and agile. A lot of her fighting centers around tiring out her opponents and making them angry at not being able to land a hit, then striking powerfully while they become sloppy from frustration. Her offensive is generally weaker, until she gets hurt- then her anger overrides her reluctance to cause pain.

Also! I wasn’t sure if it was too much to add- but if possible I’d like to keep the relationship between Lis and Catarina. Essentially that she loved her and spent occasional leisure time with her. This never comes up again and doesn’t get Lisel any special privileges, save for small birthday presents. I just like giving her someone to be sort of sweet with + it being Catarina is kinda funny.

((But also I can take this out if necessary 😅))

[monochromatictoad]

I'm curious to hear about your Isaactor vision!

I personally don't have a label for it (and they don't either, in my fics, they call each other "friends" when it's clear to everyone that it's much more complicated than that). My vision is that in the castle, the lines between romantic, sexual, platonic and familial are all blurred - being raised by a vampire with no such qualms doesn't help either. I think Isaac and Hector deeply care about each other, even in their worst moments, but they show it in terrible ways. Isaac is fascinated by his friend, by his beauty and intellect and talent and their experiences both outside the castle and in it, and maybe he trusts Hector with his most bare self and wants to be important to him... but I can't imagine them dating, not even in a modern AU (they could be fwbs who tried and failed to go beyond that lol). It's just not Isaac's thing.

I don't see either of them using a label for what they had, probably because they never thought it would change. The thing about Isaac is that... Hmm... Imma try to word this right, but Isaac is the type to get obsessed over those he cares about, whether that's good or bad. Isaac was obsessed with Dracula, and grew obsessed over Hector. He needs that stability of someone he knows to acknowledge him, again, whether that's positive or negative. Add that with Hector's need to take care of those he loves, and boom, powder to a keg. Unstable, but as long as a flame isn't added, it can exist as such for a fairly long period of time.

Well, Hector's 'betrayal', was the spark needed for that to explode.

Either way, I'm going on a bit of a tangent, Pre-curse, Isaac and Hector were friends and brothers. Given they were roughly similar ages, they were probably curious and explored each other's bodies. Again, they were just friends and brothers, and were curious.

That never changed once they hit adulthood, and they just pushed further and further with it. Figuring out what each other liked. Now, Dracula didn't really help matters, but to each other, it was essentially a trust exercise and stress relief. Especially as they started producing more and more Innocent Devils. They probably wouldn't have even needed to say anything to each other either, just go with whatever signals they got from the other.

And well, maybe Hector was in love with Isaac, as more than a friend or brother-in-arms, but ultimately, Isaac didn't, couldn't, see him as any more than that. But neither one really have a label, they were just friends and brothers-in-arms.

So when Isaac saw Hector, in his crystal ball, with Rosaly, and how happy and in love they were... Well, that was definitely a nail in the coffin. Isaac realizing that he could have never made Hector truly happy, and turning that sadness into rage.