#BoneWhite

[adriankyte-writes]

Sneak Peek

Awkward Conversation: Untitled chapter

Perhaps Evan’s distress bleeds through to the wraith, Ivory strokes his hair gently, comfortingly, and begins to purr softly. Evan finally breaks the kiss and rests his head on the wraith’s shoulder, breathing hard.

“You are well?” the wraith asks him.

“Yeah,” he replies, his breath a ragged gasp. He turns his face in towards the wraith, pressing a line of gentle kisses on his throat.

The wraith’s fingers continue their slow stroking through his hair, “You seem distressed.”

“It’s a work thing,” Evan sighs. “I shouldn’t bother you with it.”

“If you like,” Ivory responds, turning his head to gently kiss his forehead. “Let me wipe it from your thoughts.”

Evan pulls back and looks at him sharply, he was fairly sure the wraith couldn’t alter someone’s mind permanently but…

The wraith laughs at the look on his face.

“Distract you,” he clarifies. There is something almost smug in the way the wraith is carrying himself. He takes Evan by the hand and pulls him towards the door of the cruiser. “Come inside.”

Evan hesitates, just a moment, at the base of the ramp. The wraith has offered once or twice to take him into the cruiser, but after Evan continued to refuse, he had not asked again. The wraith turns at his hesitance and meets his eyes, a question in his green gold eyes.

If Ivory has discovered his subterfuge, Evan will likely die if he follows him.

[nexsell]

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[astroboots]

okay so hear me out. giving miguel a bj under his desk as he's trying to hold a meeting or something

JESUS FUCKING CHRIIIIST

what are you trying to do?! end my LIFE?!?!?!?

I do not need to sit here thinking about Miguel's big large hands gripping onto the desk until his knuckles go bonewhite. Do NOT need to think about him gritting his teeth so hard his fangs are about to crack in order to press down the moan that so desparately wants to make its way out of his throat. CANNOT! think about the way his hips gently thrusts upwards despite himself even though he's trying so fucking hard to stay still so that no one else will be the wiser.

But that doesn't matter, because the moment he feels your throat close around him, the way your gag reflexes kicks in as you try to take him deeper and take on too much, his hips are going to shoot of the seat of his chair, hand flying down to cup your head as he pulls you in closer, all of the way, and he can hear that soft little whimper of yours as you are trying so hard to swallow him whole.

[belgania]

Bonewhite Tear

[theythemmaehem]

gwens entire speech (tmagp)

I have put together everything Gwen said while she was compelled into one big paragraph so yippee!

GWEN [COMPELLED]

“When I was a little girl there was a shed at the bottom of the garden that I was always told never to go inside. There were tools and sharp and deadly things that were not right, too dangerous for a little girl. But then one year we lost the gardener to another house and the new one brought everything they needed in the van so the shed was locked up tight and sealed against any nosy children who would think that something in there might be rusty toys for playing without the fear they needed at what damage such sharp metal can inflict on uncareful flesh it took no more than the smallest push to break it open and inside spilled out teeming swarms of writhing bonewhite maggots flesh poured forth from the rotted fox that must have come in through the window seeking warmth not death instead finding only putrescence seeping squirming reaching for me as I-“

and then ofc it cuts off

very interesting im so completely normal about it

[celestine-witch]

I

I’m sorry WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

There’s— there’s so much, too much— to go over!

First off: The Magnus Institute

I think that The Magnus Institute, Manchester, may have had similar “keep the powers in balance” goal that the OIAR has. Mr. Kennings mentioned the need to balance optimism and despair for their “Grand Ritual.”

And Dr. Welling’s “dome” in London would be too skewed toward fear to be useful. That, already, is so different from the Institute we know. And this is an internal memo between the higher-ups, there’s no reason to sugarcoat the mission here.

Second: Alice & Colin

So like, Colin’s been trying to sabotage the system, right? We can all agree?

Also: good to see that Lena is genuinely worried about Gwen. Speaking of…

Third: GWENDOLYN MY BABY (and Team Avatar)

OK OH FUCK INK5OUL CAN FUCK WITH ANY TATTOO GODDAMN

Alright it looks like [ERROR] is indeed an Archivist, or something like it. It Compelled a statement from Gwen just by being near. goddamn!

Side note: Gwen is not beating the Jon-parallel allegations. A traumatic childhood experience with the supernatural? And “swarms of writhing bonewhite maggots”?

Also: the fact that Ink5oul and [ERROR] just casually know each other is funny to me. Esp since Ink5oul’s reaction to it showing up is less “what the fuck” and more “oh not this asshole.”

It’s super interesting that they seem to be fighting over prey, though. Maybe Ink5oul will have a change of heart and join the OIAR with [ERROR] taking over their hunting grounds.

Side note: I hope Gwen’s unfinished tattoo disappears. Only thing worse than a whole tattoo from Ink5oul is a shitty, half-finished tattoo.

Or who knows, maybe they somewhat managed to finish, and Gwen can just summon scorpions now. Idk that’d be cool.

[red-archivist]

also obsessed with gwen's compelled speech about a childhood (her first?) encounter with true fear including this:

it took no more than the smallest push to break it open, and inside spilled out teeming swarms of writhing bonewhite maggots [...] putrescence- seeping, squirming, reaching for me

[lifeinpoetry]

I sense the shipwreck, my human body sloughed off, cast away, sunbleached & bonewhite driftwood on a beach where my children will gather around the wreckage as it singes & cracks, into wind, ashes, everything I returned to, clung to, there & there & there, painting their faces, their empty hands, there, there.

— Alexandra Regalado, from "Elegy with Wisdom Teeth," Relinquenda

[nonbinarytoast]

TMAGP episode 21 spoilers

I put Gwen’s statement from episode 21 together:

When I was a little girl there was a shed at the bottom of the garden that I was always told never to go inside. There were tools and sharp and deadly things that were not right, too dangerous for a little girl. But then one year we lost the gardener to another house and the new one brought everything they needed in the van so the shed was locked up tight and sealed against any nosy children who would think that something in there might be rusty toys for playing without the fear they needed at what damage such sharp metal can inflict on uncareful flesh.

It took no more than the smallest push to break it open and inside spilled out teeming swarms of writhing bonewhite maggots flesh poured forth from the rotted fox that must have come in through the window seeking warmth not death. instead finding only putrescence seeping squirming reaching for me as I…

End of known amount of statement

Well that sure is fun! Looks like Gwen got a taste of Jane Prentiss!

[fizzing-saturn]

literally sobbing my youtuber egos hyperfixation is coming back except its ONLY ever been markiplier and (mostly) crankgameplays egos and there is NO CONTENT FOR CRANKGAMEPLAYS EGOS anywhere 😭😭😭

theyre so interesting too!!! dark and anti (who admittedly i dont know that much abt) are also interesting and silly/pos but BLANK!!!

hes so sad because hes the embodiment of all the negative stuff! but ethan did. nothing with him! wtf! and the character design is so aggfhdf i really like the idea of a gaunt bonewhite figure with eyes leaking oil and a face perpetually stuck in a sob

and unus 😔 the physical embodiment of DEATH?? he was only alive for one year but he was my blorbo the whole way through

and those are the only ones people really talk about?! i mean some people yeah but i feel like most don’t acknowledge mrs thomson or mad mike or bernice or (idk her name) his yandere ego or father ethan any of the rest of them! its so :((((

any ways. im going to go have thoughts abt Them. very sorry for the long post the tags are also very long but i Have Opinions and i needed them to come out

:(

[wikipete]

Final Gutrippa Prototype

With this plan in hand ... I can finish the squad!

=> under painting

assemble the model, including patches of stirland mud on the base before you secure the feet (so they line up nice)

prime with a grey

gently up that shield so it’s pretty bright

underbrush by drybrushing with pale sand

apply a thinish layer of Heavy Goldbrown to the skin

=> base layers

apply Colour Xpress Plasma Red to the shield

apply thinned Colour Xpress Troll Green to the skin (with the later models, I feel like this works best when thinned with water. The paint recedes better allowing yellow to show through and the whole thing to look more steady)

cover the leather with thinned Mournfang Brown

layer/water-glaze the straps with Heavy Khaki

paint any lips with thin Dark Blue (a purple Game Colour paint)

colour the woods with Baneblade Brown

colour bones and tusks with Bonewhite

colour stones with Sombre Grey

shade the shield’s mouth with very thinned black paint that runs into the cracks for you

=> metallics

colour the steels (or all metals) with Metal Colour Gunmetal

pick out any metallic details Metal Colour Copper

=> shades

wash the metallics and stones with Nuln oil

wash the bones with Reikland Fleshade

wash the wood, leather, and cords with Agrax Earthshade

tidy up anything that needs it with shades to hide mistakes

=> base

apply (more) stirland mud to any easily reachable places

use dryad bark to cover up the gaps between stirland mud and primed stirland mud or whatever

drybrush Nibblet Green over the stirland mud's lumps to give a mossy effect

paint the rim in solid black to make the edge crisp

... and we're done!

Now ... I've got six gits to get started ...

[adriankyte-writes]

Sneak Peek: Rondets (Working Title)

From Awkward Conversations

Bonewhite shakes his head in admiration, The Lantean humans are entirely more bold than anything I have encountered before. Most of the humans I have been with would not have been that audacious.

You continue to pursue your painter-warrior, so I don’t think you find it unpleasant.

True, Bonewhite responded, rolling the randomizer. I find Lorne refreshing. There is something else you should consider that is unique to the Lantean variation. Their society looks down on those who have physical relations with those of the same sex, in particular on men who allow themselves to be penetrated by other men. For those of their warrior class, this can be particularly onerous, and discovery of such behavior can result in being forced into a class change.

There are so many things wrong with that, that Guide has no idea where to start. They could be forced to change class?

But, we aren’t the same sex?

Obviously, but humans view all workers as male, Bonewhite shrugs.

[nexsell]

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[inherstars]

Gears of War | Memento Mori (Part 2 of 3)

Previous section here.

There was no joking around this time.  No uncomfortable fold and unfold of his arms as he took to her bed like a timid new lover.  He approached it like an oasis, collapsing chest-first and then laying there, breathing too heavily, radiating heat.

Kait rolled him over, peeling him from his jacket, his shirt, never once smiling.  He helped where he could, but with unnerving disconnect.  It was a struggle to manipulate him where she needed him to be, lowering the whole weight of his head gently, gently down onto the pillow.

She wanted to be everything that he needed, right now -- an island of support, which she tried not to find grimly funny -- but Kait realized she was out of her element.  She needed help.

She brushed the sweat-damp fringe of hair back from his forehead, trying to find his gaze, but his eyes were closed.  Wouldn’t open.

“J.D., I’m going to go get help,” she promised.  “I won’t be long.  Can you hear me?”

He murmured, licked his lips, throat clicking as he swallowed, but that was it.

It wasn’t until she’d rushed out that he said her name.

*******

“You did what?”

“You said you weren’t going to freak out,” Kait argued.

“I didn’t say that.  You asked me not to freak out, and I provided absolutely no promises in return.”  Reyna’s lips pursed, hands hooking smartly on her hips.  She let herself get pulled from a committee meetings for this?

She wasn’t even sure she was that angry -- she had the same fondness for overseeing the committee as she did root canals -- but her daughter was supposed to be smarter than this. No, not supposed to be.  She was.

“I knew those boys were trouble the second you brought them home.”

“Oh, here we go.”  Kait closed her eyes, breathing out as calmly as she could. “This is the litter of fox kits all over again, isn’t it?”

Reyna’s arms folded, posture tight with displeasure. “It’s the litter of fox kits.”

“I was nine years old, and you loved those foxes.”

“They were very cute,” her mother snapped, too focused on arguing to be swayed by nostalgia.  “And it was very rewarding to watch your uncle teach them tricks and dress them up in little outfits, but they were trouble, Kaitie.  They stole from the larder, and they killed the chickens, and they stank.  Do you remember how much they stank?”

“J.D. and Del don’t stink!”  She couldn’t believe they were having this argument.

“I haven’t gotten close enough to make that determination, and you shouldn’t have either.”

Well, there it was.  Kait pressed her fingertips to her temple, closing her eyes as if in a meditative search for serenity.

“...I didn’t come here to fight with you.  I came here to ask for your help.”

“In the middle of a committee meeting,” She flung an arm in the direction of the committee hall.  The lashed-wood door was closed, but she didn’t doubt that every ear on the other side was pressed to to it, listening intently. “What the hell could possibly be so important?”

Kait dropped her arms, looking at her mother in sudden disappointment.  No amount of bickering or reasoning could have stopped Reyna so completely in her tracks.

God damn it. She’d raised her to be kind, compassionate and responsible, and here she was, chastising her for embodying those very things.

Reyna’s hands gentled the air.

“Fine.  Forget the meeting, and the fact that for some reason you invited a strange boy over to sleep in your bed--”

“Mom.”

“I’m forgetting it,” she emphasized.  “What is it that you need from me?”

“I don’t know,” Kait sighed.  “He’s sick.  That’s the whole reason I brought him home with me to begin with --stop making that face and let me finish.  He was doing okay last night, but this morning he’s… I don’t know.  He weak, he feels too warm.  He’s burning up.”

“Give him a tincture of willow bark and bonewhite, and--”

“And sapsallow, one part to every six, yeah, I know, I did all that.  Uncle Oscar let me use one of the smoking tents last night.”

They stood in silence, staring at one another.

Reyna mustered every ounce of self control as she said tightly, “Your Uncle knew what you were doing, and he encouraged it?”

Kait folded her arms in a defiant mimicry of her posture.

“Remember two minutes ago, when you were reminiscing about him dressing up foxes in little outfits?”

Reyna ground her teeth quietly, then sighed out, “...continue.”

“I did everything you taught me.  And I did it right.  But he isn’t getting better.”  She implored with her eyes. “I’m worried about him. I need your help.”

“Kait, you realize he’s probably--”

“He’s not faking it.”  She clipped her voice, suddenly annoyed.  “You don’t have to like Del and J.D., but at least trust my fucking judgement.”  Her arms unfolded, only to lift and drop dramatically. “Otherwise… what’s the point?  Why raise me to be who I am -- the best version of myself, isn’t that what you always said? -- if you think I’m too naive to do just that.”

Reyna softened, guilt and worry showing through the still hard fix of her eyes.  Guilt, and worry, and grief.

“They’re COG, Kait.”

“So was Dad,” she reminded her.

“Yes.  Which is exactly why I feel justified warning you to be more careful.”

Not because Sergeant Gabriel Diaz wasn’t a good man.  Certainly he was.  One of the best men she’d ever known, and a good soldier besides.  She remembered loving him as keenly as she remembered losing him.

Ah.  And there it was.  Needling her, when she least wanted or expected it.

Reyna sighed in defeat, “If I can’t save you from yourself, what am I saving you from.”

“Please just see if you can help him,” Kait urged.  “And if you decide he’s faking, well… I’ll help you throw him out myself.  Heave-ho.  Uncle Oscar can hurl him like a bowling ball.”

Reyna soured, but her posture relaxed.

“Your Uncle is useless.  He already likes those boys too much.”

Kait smiled very slightly, cheered.  Relieved.  “Well, see? He’s a good judge of people.”

“He’s as like to trust them as dress them up in tiny suits,” she quipped, gesturing her to lead the way.  “Let’s go. Before I come to my senses.”

Continued here

[leehallfae]

“the night sky is a sort of carbon paper, / blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars / letting in the light, peephole after peephole— / a bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.”

— sylvia plath, “insomniac,” the collected poems (ed. ted hughes)

[airinn]

it's so dumb but i have a warlock/bard i made early 2020 for Descent into Avernis, and they look vaguely similar to kaz but bonewhite skin/hair (cuz changeling) - their choices of attire and personality traits are relatively close too. i have extra love for your sweet darling kaz cause it makes me imagine they could be siblings in some crazy alternative reality, which would make my little Stranger so happy. sign me up for the kaz zine, i will be first in line!

NOOO I LOVE THIS!! Kaz may be an only child but he is slowly collecting pseudo siblings this way and I love it, he was so lonely for like.... his entire life but not so much now :'^) 💕 (also badass, I gotta play a changeling one day they're so cool)

and SOBS.... that Kaz zine will be a reality and it will be so cool I swear to you all... 🥺💜