#Snickt

[beatricebidelaire]

witnessing an afternoon bridge club while out at lunch !!! i just had to tell you ahaha 🤍

ohhh delighted to hear that!!! also love when mutuals see people playing bridge and thought of me 💕💕 thank you lainey

[reginaphalangelobster]

Warm

Logan x X-Men!Reader

Summary: You and Logan get back from a tough mission and things take a turn.

Warnings: swearing, description of blood and stabbing, no smut hot making out, sarcasm, teasing jokes, no use of Y/n

Word Count: 1.7k

You and Logan practically dragged yourselves through the door. You had just gotten back from an overly complicated mission. It was meant to be an in and out situation but not much goes as it's meant to when you're X-Men. You both dropped your bags at the door and looked up the stairs. After the day you'd have neither of you could even contemplate climbing that many stairs so you headed for the lounge room. Logan flopped on the couch and dragged you down with him. You were pretty close friends but this was different. You didn't know what exactly was happening.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?" He said, very gruffly.

"What um, Whatcha doing?"

"Sleepin', you?"

"Same"

You decided to just settle into the situation as you were too tired to protest. You stayed like that for a few hours, just lying together, close. You felt his firm, warm body under yours and that lulled you into a soft, comfortable slumber. You both fell asleep pretty quickly but you were woken up by a strange sensation in your abdomen. You weren't sure what it was for a moment, it felt cold and smooth until it was suddenly warmer, much warmer. You only realised what it was when Logan's scream jolted you back to reality. You realised that hit claws were deep inside you, the cold feeling of the adamantium and the warm feeling of blood, lots of your blood, pooling between the two of you.

"Lo-Logan?" You whispered shakily.

He looked down to see his first covered in blood and his claws, protruding from your back. His whole world shattered for just a moment. He was sure his heart was about to beat straight out of his chest. He could feel the hot trickle of your blood going from his hand, down onto his chest, soaking his shirt. He looked into your eyes and saw tears pricking at the sides, your beautiful eyes were like this because of him. He saw the blood gargling up your throat and he saw it start to dribble out of your mouth. His own eyes were glassy and all he could see were flashes of red, blurring across his vision. He stammered, trying to say something, at this point anything, but he couldn't he just sat there in shock with his claws all the way through you. He watched as your eyes began to glaze over and your head lowered. The grip you had on his other hand was limp. You were dead. You were dead and he killed you.

He had killed so many people before but this was different, this was you. He started to cry, something he hadn't done in decades. Your body was hanging, limp, on his claws and he cried. He cried over you and that made your lips turn up in a small smile. You raised your head and looked at him. It wasn't enjoyable seeing him like this, it was awful, but you took some comfort in the fact that when you died he was sad, when you died he cared. You raised a hand to cup his cheek and he almost jumped off the couch. He was shocked that you were alive, you weren't, you just died, in his arms. But somehow you were alive and he was overjoyed.

"H-w-hu-How?!"

"I'm immortal you idiot"

"WHAT?!"

"Oh honey, I thought you knew"

"I FUCKING DID NOT!"

You smiled more and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, so this is fucking funny to you?!"

You laughed harder "Y-Yes!"

He began to laugh a little too, maybe because he was a bit hysterical but who's to say.

"You mind, you know, snickt?"

"Did you just say snickt?"

"Yeah, the claws?"

"Oh, I got it. But snickt?"

"Can we maybe have this conversation when they're not through me?"

"Oh, yeah, sure"

He retracted his claws with a 'snickt' sound. You fell onto him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Thanks"

"Thanks? I just stabbed you"

"Yeah, I know. I was there"

"Well why thanks?"

"You cried"

"I did not"

"Yes you did"

"Nope"

"I was here Logan. You thought I was dead and you cried, you cried because you love me" You teased in a sing-song way.

"I don't love you"

"Oh! Harsh!"

"You know what I mean"

"Yeah, yeah, denial"

"What?"

"Nothing, so, snickt"

"They don't go snickt"

"They do!"

"They're my claws, I think I know what sound they make"

"Then what sound do they make?"

"Sort of a sni-snu-sh, I don't have to explain my claws to you"

"It's snickt, isn't it?"

"Shut up"

"Yeah, nah. I'd rather not"

"Well when do you ever?"

"Apparently when you stab me?"

He looks at you with a very strange pointed glare.

"What, too soon?"

"Yeah, kinda"

You smile again and put your hands on his chest in an attempt to get up but his grip on you waist tightens.

"Where you going?"

"I thought I'd get another shirt, I think it'll take a little more than club soda to get this out"

He lets you go with a small grumble and you sit up, just staying seated on the couch for a moment.

"What, don't wanna go now?"

"No, just, need a minute" you winced "my organs kind of have to, rearrange themselves, stitch themselves back together, y'know?"

He just looked at you for a moment with a hurt look in his eyes.

"I think you went straight through my spleen, it would explain the bleeding" You said as you placed a hand on your side.

Now that the jokes and sarcasm had stopped he remembered that he really did just stab you and he hated himself. Your gaze turned from your former wound and now just scratch, to Logan. You saw how much it tortured him and you placed an arm around him.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, I've had worse"

"s not that" He barely mumbled.

"Is it because we're close?"

He grumbled softly in the place of a yes.

"Then really don't worry about it"

He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, questioning you.

"I've known Charles for a long time, like a walking kind of long time and we've had, incidents"

"Incidents?"

"He tried to melt my mind or some shit"

"He what?"

"I don't remember what he called it but it hurt a hell of a lot more than a little stabbing"

"Well I wouldn't say it was little"

"Ugh, men and size"

Logan laughed lightly.

"And it's not just him. Beast mauled me, Erik sent metal bars all through my body-"

"Ooh, he did that to me too"

"Nice, now we can start a club"

"That'd be really fun"

"Hmm, sarcasm is getting kinda obvious now"

"It's late, bite me"

"Ooh! I've been bitten a lot"

"Yeah?"

"Yep, sharks, tigers, lions, wolves, you know I got bitten by a badger once?"

"A badger? That's kinda pathetic?"

"Oh excuse me badger man"

"What?"

"Wait, do you even know what a wolverine is?"

"Scary, lots of teeth, sharp claws"

"Yeah, but it's also basically just a cross between a badger and a ferret"

"Fuck off"

"I'm serious!" You said, although the laughter didn't help your point.

"You're lying"

"Nope! It's really tiny too"

"No it's not"

"Yes it is! Now I have to start calling you Tiny Ferret-Badger"

"If you do I'll stab you, again"

"Aww! Is the tiny ferret-badger trying to be scary?"

"Stop it"

"You're so cute!"

"Stop it, now"

"Who's my little ferret-badger? You are! Yes you are!"

Logan grabbed your arms and pushed you onto your back, positioning himself above you.

"Wanna apologise?"

"I'd rather see where this goes"

You both moved your faces towards each other, agonisingly slow. Your breath quickened as you felt his fanning across your face. Your eyes locked and suddenly you were the only two people in the world. Your lips lightly brushed together, the small tough igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach. A fire that raged harder the more you felt his warm touch. His hand moved up and cupped your cheek while cradling the back of your head. One of your hands flew to his shoulder, squeezing it tightly as the kiss intensified. Your lips moved together in such synchronicity that you thought you must have been made for each other. It soon became a clash of teeth and tongues as your hand moved to his hair. Grabbing at the little ear shapes and pulling them just the right way, the way that had him letting out a low growl that travelled right through you. You let out a soft moan as his hand slid up your torso and under your shirt. He ripped the already torn material off your body and threw it to the side. You started to unbutton his shirt and pull it down his shoulders. You writhed against each other, lips clashing as you gasped for air. You moaned his name and he moaned yours. You were completely caught in each other's warm embrace.

"I don't mean to interrupt but this is public area in a school"

Both of your heads shot up and turned, you hadn't even heard the professor enter the room but there he was.

"Sorry, Charles"

"I understand, just please keep this restricted to your rooms, I don't want the children to be further traumatised"

"Okay, traumatised is a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?"

"If I remember correctly, no"

"Fair enough"

You grabbed Logan's hand and led him upstairs.

"Goodnight"

"Night!"

"Goodnight, professor"

You disappeared down the hallway and to your room.

"What was that about him remembering correctly?"

"I told you, I knew Charles a long time ago"

"Wh-You and-and him?"

"Don't act so surprised, you saw them"

"Them?"

"He and Erik were quite handsome in their day"

"Erik?!"

"Don't be jealous, we'll have our fun"

"Charles and Erik?!"

"You heard me"

"Next thing you'll tell me you fucked Mystique"

"Well....."

"Really?"

"Hey, she can look like anyone. Although, the blue is pretty hot too, works for Kurt"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh please, don't act like you don't get passed around the mansion like a blunt"

"I-Uh, shut up"

"Gladly"

You push him back onto your bed and trail kisses down his chest, leading to a very long night.

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[resident-idiot-simp]

Avengers and X-Men catch Laura

(x)

The X-Men got word of a mutant killing people and went to investigate and ran into the Avengers who were there because the latest death was someone important to the government.

Both teams are shocked to see one another because it's rare they ever cross paths. Sure it's happened before but it's exceptionally rare.

They are at the sight of the latest death investigating when Storm makes shocked noise as she is looking over the body.

"What is it Storm?" Cyclops asked as he made his way over to her. She gestured him closer before pointing at a certain area of the body.

Cyclops too made surprised noise. Before anyone could ask however he spoke, "That looks like-" he trailed off. Jean had made her way over by then and once being shown the same thing inhaled sharply before finally revealing what was going on.

"Logan's marks." She muttered in shock. Storm shook her head, "No there's only two besides he's dead."

Cyclops spoke next, "He could retract each separately."

Rogue had all but sprinted to the body after 'Logan' was said which only amplify the confused looks The Avengers were sharing.

She pushed the others out of the way and examined the marks for a moment. "It couldn't be him, his claws are wider apart these are to close together." She sounded upset.

The other X-Men nodded along excepting this.

"Would someone like to fill us in?" Tony asked for the others. The Avengers nodded along completely lost.

Rogue was the one that answered, "It's stab wounds but they are near identical to what Logan's looked like. You would know him as Wolverine." She answered and yes that did help clear things up pretty well.

"But it isn't." Steve stated. Rogue nodded, "It isn't." She confirmed again.

"But it looks almost identical how is that possible?" Tony asked honestly confused. The mutants shared a look.

"It could just be a similar power." Cyclops offered, Jean pursed her lips at that, "It's possible but unlikely this is.....too similar."

"Did he have a kid?" Clint asked. Cyclops and Jean shared a look and snorted while Rouge looked like she took a physical blow.

"Him a father?" Cyclops laughed at the idea. "He wasn't a fan of all the kids at the mansion I doubt he choose to have his own." Cyclops finished.

Rogue looked pissed now, "HEY! He was great with us he just didn't like the pushy kids. He treated me like his own blood."

Jean and Cyclops just shared a look and Rogue turned away and scowled before her face fell.

"He was Weapon X." She near whispered, "Who says they didn't try to make others to replace him?" She sounded horrified by the Idea.

Everyone paused at that.

"That...is......yeah that is probably the best explanation." Cyclops sounded choked as he acknowledged just how possible that was.

"How could we stop another Weapon X? If they have the claw's there's no way they don't also have the healing factor." Jean asked worriedly.

It was a great question.

They had tracked the next target before the hit took place and all of them prepared for what could happen.

Everyone missed the moving shadow who had managed to sneak around the warehouse before it was too late. The snickt of claws sounded as the woman who had been the target was taken out.

Everyone jumped into action at once and the culprit was revealed to be a lean lady with dark hair and all to familiar features. She snarled at they a growl crawling from her throat, her fangs bared.

"Fuck off and just let me finish the hit." She threatened to no avail as the others went to restrain her. She lashed out sliceng behind her tarring through the ironman suit like a hot knife through butter. Tony yelped as the suit become useless as the arc reactor was sliced clean in half.

She then turned and caught the shield thrown at her by Steve and through it at Jean. She quickly dogege the lazerbeam and lightning sent her direction by the mutants.

Natasha's bites did nothing as they made contact with the lady and neither did the arrows shot by Clint. She just sliced the shafts of them off and let her body push them back out.

Rouge had went to grab her but the other woman danced away. Jean looked pissed as she propelled something through the air only for the lady to dodge it. Hulk had made an appearance and it was only then did fear flash across the woman's face.

"Mierda." She muttered as she tried to make a run for the exit. She was fast but Hulk and Steve were faster. Steve went to hit her but she used momentum to slam him into the floor hard enough for it to crack.

And went tried to jump away and as she did...oh..there was the third claw. A claw came out of her foot and slashed the hulk before he managed to grab her.

She slashed at him and he dropped her. "WHAT IS THE DEAL WHY IS ME DOING A JOB GOOD ENOUGH OF A REASON TO HAVE THE X-MEN AND THE AVENGERS HUNT ME DOWN?!" She snarled as she lept away again.

"These are important people." Tony shouted from where he was watching now useless. Cyclops added on, "We can't just allow a mutant to go around killing."

The woman rolled her eyes before lunging at Natasha and sclising her good before she could avoid the attack.

"So is Deadpool the exception?" She asked as she doged and exploded arow, laser, lightning, and another flying object.

"Deadpool is... A special case." Cyclops admitted.

The woman slid under the hulk and sliced at his ankles causing him to roar in anguish.

"Humm that won't help his ego he'll brag about this for weeks." She speculated as she catches the shield once again and sends it flying at Clint who screeches as it makes contact with his arm breaking it.

Rouge gets sliced as she she faigns a lunge. The woman chuckles and tell her, "He taught you that." Rogue feels her eyes go wide as she locks eyes with familiar brown.

It doesn't last as hulk manages to backhand the woman into a wall. She manages to stumble to her feet and spits out a mouthful of blood.

"You know Deadpool?" Cyclops asked in shock. The woman just rolls out of the way of another incoming laserbean and hurled object.

The lady leans down and picks up a pipe that had been broken off by all the fighting. She dives out of the way of another of hulks hands and b-lines straight for Steve dodging out of the way of lightning strikes. She cracks him with the pipe with enough effort it warps as it makes contact with his side.

"Do I know Deadpool? Of course I know Wade he's my pop for God's sake." She sounds found and with those words the mood seems to shift. Everyone seems more on edge now.

Natasha goes to grab the woman from behind but gets flipped over and pinned to the floor claws inches above her heart.

Everyone freezes.

"Look as fun as this has been I need to get home before my dad's start looking for me. I know you don't want her dead and I don't particularly want to kill her. So let's make a deal." The woman drawled. Suddenly she resembled more then just Logan.

"What do you want?" Cyclops asked as he stepped forward hand on his visor ready.

"I just need a picture of the body and I'll be out of your hair." She offered

Silence

"look I know you didn't like the killing but it's nothing personal just a paycheck." She sooths half-heartedly.

More silence

She grows claws now making contact with Natasha, "Don't be difficult." She threatened eyes dark and voice worbling with her growl.

"Deal." Tony answered from when he had placed himself near them, Cyclops twitched but said nothing.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Laura drawled as she stood up and carefully made her way over to the body taking the picture and backing away.

She gave them all one last glance before disappearing.

"That was embarrassing." Tony said braking the silence. He gave a 'what' gesture as everyone glared at him. "It was! There is now way she was over 20 and she kicked all our asses."

"HELL YEAH SHE DID!" A familiar voice yelled. Everyone whipped around to see Deadpool perched on a rafter.

"Deadpool." Cyclops gritted out while Clint who had been helping Natasha stay standing shared a worried look.

"BRAVO BRAVO!" He cried as he jumped down knees cracking before popping back into place with a sick noise causing everyone to recoil.

"My girl did so good." He gushed wiping a fake tear away. Everyone shifted uneasily as he sauntered closer.

"How is she yours?" Storm asked hesitantly

"Why I'm her stepfather of course." He says with a bow.

"And her other father?" Rogue asks like she already knows. Deadpool just locks eyes with her. "I think you already figured that one out." Deadpool answered sounding oddly soft.

"But he's dead." Jean pointed out and Deadpool nodded along. "Can confirm I dug up the grave and everything."

Horrified and outraged looks were shared between the mutants, but Deadpool continued on, "Laura is a cloan and weapon before she was sent to the void, but don't you worry we got her back." Deadpool explained excitedly.

"Who is we?" Tony asked curiously, "Why I'm so glad you asked Mr. RDJ why me and Wolvie of course."

"WHAT?!" Rogue shouted confused and angry. Everyone shifted prepared for an outburst from Deadpool but instead he seemed to soften.

"Our world can't survive without one he was our anchor being he kept our timeline alive." He spoke softly everything about him becoming less manic as he spoke to Rogue.

"I found us a new one pulled him from a bad place and gave him a new home and purposes. Bonus points he gets a daughter and Laura gets another Logan." Deadpool seemed genuinely excited and happy as he explained.

Everyone shared wide eyed looks.

"He's not like your Logan he's more animal and is even meaner but he's mine." Deadpool finished as he shook himself.

"UHHGG emotions all icky and gooey." He anguished as he mopped.

"Look this was fun and entertain peanut will love the video I took of the fight, bbuuutttt." He drawled before the air grew thicker and Deadpool seemed to loom larger then before.

"Leave her alone. You pull this shit again you won't get her curiosity of mercy. I have a few bones to pick with you X-Men because of newfound knowledge so don't make my day be letting me take out some newfangled opinions on you." Deadpool growled at Cyclops, Jean, and Storm.

"The rest of you I don't have issues with you unless you give me some. Also no my Logan isn't interested in your boy band so don't come sniffing around." He warned before turning on his heel.

"Wonderful talk I hope it never happens again." Deadpool calls cheerfully as he makes his way out and is met by a all to familiar shadowed figure.

(I'm going to try to write the final one and then post this all to AO3 tomorrow I am tired and proud of this. Let's see how well it holds up in the morning)

[twerkyvulture]

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yangry cereal

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grinch humbug

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fuzbal grainz

"the huckster"

donkey konkey

knifes mcenzi

amigar rafolt

finger puppet

wedges slices

helmpm eeeeee

[dominimoonbeam]

One of those scenes I didn't plan but just sort of high-pitched screamed in excitement about while writing it...

Rereading parts of Don't Run to get back into the headspace of Freya.

snippet below! tw: blood, violence, threat of murder, threat of assault, mention of suicide and the temptation to do it, motherfuckinFREYA, no one in this story is ready for her.

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“Touch that gun and I will open you up,” she snarled in his ear, her back to the ocean and his front to the surprised goons. “I’m a dead girl anyway, right? I might as well take you with me.”

He didn’t touch his gun but he didn’t lower his hand yet either. Was he weighing her words? Searching for weakness? Oh, Freya was full of weakness, but none that would keep her from killing him.

“I have a bitter heart,” she explained, suddenly more honest with this man than she’d been with anyone in her whole life. It didn’t matter when one or both of them was going to die, did it? “It runs in my blood. I’d rather kill you than let you leave me here.”

He moved his hand away from the gun, holding both of them in front of himself. “You’re making this worse than it has to be.”

“I don’t think so. I think you showed up late to a game and thought you were going to take an easy win. I think you made a big fucking mistake, Owen.” She took steps back, pulling him with her, enjoying the pained hiss of his breath when her knife dug deeper.

She moved her other hand down his chest and across his abdomen. His little gasp suggested he was scandalized. She grabbed the gun from his hip and aimed at the thugs. They bolted for the stairs and she fired after them. Of course he hadn’t had the safety on. She shot one of them in the leg but the big guy crawled up those concrete steps and out of sight.

“What now, Buttercup?” he ground out and she was pretty sure he wasn’t fucking smiling now. “Even if you kill me, they’re just going to get you when you make a run for it. And our deal about me telling them to make it quick is definitely off. I think I’ll tell them to have their fun with you… make it last.”

She took another step back with him, her heels finding the edge of the dock. Freya smiled against the back of his collar, her knife-hand wet and warm where his blood was dripping down the blade. “I’m starting to think you don’t do your own work… Maybe I should call you Vizzini.”

He hissed. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but the only smart thing for you to do now is to shoot yourself in the head.”

Freya shivered, hating how true that felt and not willing to acknowledge the little relief in her chest at the idea. No. NO. She had fought too hard her whole life to stay alive. She wasn’t going out until they dragged her to that grave in the woods!

The waves sloshed and sprayed the backs of her legs.

“Just do it,” he whispered, breathy and right there with her on the edge. “End it. If you don’t—”

“Someone told me that I need friends and my aunt always said… don’t waste someone that might be useful later.” She twisted the knife, the point nicking lines behind his ear. She leaned up onto her toes to get her mouth even closer. “You better be useful to me next time I see you, Vizzini, or I will finish you.”

She let him go, taking the knife away from his throat, and just as he tried to turn around—to shove her or get away from her—she stabbed him in the side. Quick. In and out, before the blade retracted with a snickt and she fell off the dock into the sea.

The ocean was a lot different than the river that cut through her family’s property. It pushed where the river had pulled. It tried to bury her where the river had tried to roll her. But the only thing to do, the only thing there had ever been to do, was to push on until she reached land again.

[eributts]

Evolve or Die!

Every person on the planet, breathing down our neck It’s like every damn system is to keep us in check They look down upon our type like we are just a speck Say our choices, nurture, genetics are all just a wreck

I am more than you could ever care to know I am just a brand new step on this currents flow These genetic markers of what you hate in me Just makes me better than what you will ever be

We survive despite you I can show you that I’m true You think that you can leash me Try to control what I be Stop insisting on what I’m supposed to be Just because you hate me

Evolve or die!

I stand up against the things that you assume Walking your way, lighting up your darkest gloom I go left, you yell “right,” I raise a finger When I’m done thinking of you, my presence lingers

We survive despite you I can show you that I’m true You think that you can leash me Try to control what I be Stop insisting on what I’m supposed to be Just because you hate me

Evolve or die!

Shout out loud for what is truly right Stand up, raise your fists, get ready to fight We won’t let what you’ve done stand anymore What you want in this world is such a bore

We survive despite you I can show you that I’m true You think that you can leash me Try to control what I be Stop insisting on what I’m supposed to be Just because you hate me

Evolve or die!

It’s like a storm, We’re going rogue You’re jubilation, Is now in vogue Snickt, snickt, Fighting like a beast Like a gambit’s play, Burns a sentinel’s grease I could beat with you, With one eye closed Like a phoenix rising, unopposed

We survive despite you I can show you that I’m true You think that you can leash me Try to control what I be Stop insisting on what I’m supposed to be Just because you hate me

Evolve or die!

45/183

[littleapocalypsekitten]

I grew up in the American Southwest. I grew up in a desert, which didn't get snow. (Sometimes flurries, but, literally the only times I experienced snow as a child was when I was taken on a family-trip specifically to see some). I moved to the Northeast / Mid-Atlantic, and while it's not incredibly snowy in my area most of the time, when it is... well... I have learned that: 1. Snow has a SOUND when it is coming down, a very soft "snickt, snickt." It is quiet, soft, peaceful and it "sounds like cold." When there is a lot, well, "white noise." 2. The delightful crunch it makes under one's feet. 3. That sleet / ice and snow are NOT the same and OMG, I hate, hate, HATE ice! 4. Even snow can be bothersome as it melts and re-freezes and turns into ice. 5. I have been here for over 15 years and STILL do not have the hang of walking on slick / icy surfaces. Forget driving in any significant snow. Big nope. It's like the reverse of riding a bike... or something. You don't grow up with it, you never learn. (Or maybe I'm just uncoordinated or something). 6. How MFing BRIGHT full sunlight is on a coating of snow after the clouds clear on a sunny day after it has snowed. Snow blindness is a thing. Like being irradiated. It's like... even brighter than summer in the desert, with the weirdness of it being cold. 7. Snow albedo / how the moonlight diffuses into falling snow / a large coating of snow at night. It's very bright, too, and can even make falling to sleep difficult if one doesn't have a shade on one's bedroom window. (Damn recessed windows!) 8. That above-mentioned spooky feeling after the snow has fallen, that silence beyond silence. Winter still.

do people who live in countries that don't have snow know about the snow silence? When you get a nice big dumping of fresh snow and you step outside into an infinitely harshly contrasted world and there's no sound because the snow absorbs it all? I believe it fits the traditional use of terrific both wonderful and incredible but also causing a great terror.

[aa-koval-kury]

38) Poule de Zottegem (Zottegems hoen) - rasa belgijskiej kury domowej.

Jest to żywa i aktywna kura wiejska, przystosowana do wilgotnego klimatu Belgii. Kura Zottegem jest identyczna jak kura Braekel, ale wzór upierzenia znacznie się różni. Nazwa „czarna głowa” nawiązuje do koloru sierści kury. Około górnej połowy do dwóch trzecich kamaila jest czarne. Spód pióra jest biały, a na końcu każdego pióra znajduje się mała trójkątna plamka. Prążkowany wzór reszty upierzenia jest podobny do tego u Braekela, jednak czarne paski są szersze, przez co ogólna barwa jest ciemniejsza. Kogut Zottegem nie ma czarnej szyi, lecz białą. Składa dobre jaja o białej skorupce i wadze 60–65 gramów.

Znany ekspert od drobiu Louis Vander Snickt po raz pierwszy opisał „Zottegem czarnogłowy” w 1899 roku w „Chasse et Pêche”. Niewiele wiadomo o pochodzeniu tej rasy, poza tym, że pochodzi z regionu, od którego wzięła nazwę. Kiedy na początku XX wieku rasa Braekel rozwijała się w regionie Gandawy, inne regiony Flandrii zapragnęły własnej odmiany o tej wspaniałej konstrukcji i doskonałych właściwościach składania jaj. Wówczas opracowano wiele lokalnych odmian. W regionie Kempen występowała kura Campinoise, w regionie Antwerpii kura Hoogstraten, w regionie Grammont kura Grammont, a w holenderskiej prowincji Brabancja Północna kura Chaam. Spośród wszystkich tych odmian jedyną, która przetrwała do dziś, jest kura rasy Zottegem.

[tytactical]

It's interesting that most guys will make fun of people for liking stuffed animals and other such creatures; Especially when most things they enjoy can be classified as a small trinket.

Butterfly knifes? Trinkets.

Zippo lighters? Have you heard the sound they make? Trinkets.

switchblades? Snickt snickt bro, that's a trinket.

[johnjohntheplushking]

Meet the snickt my idea of a elite minion to make facing minions in dauntless more challenging

[severebananapuppy]

*snickt*

Cutwires

[lumber]

Because I saw the great @billsienkiewiczart post his Logan/Wolverine art up today, I thought I'd share some past art of mine today too, bub. Happy Friday the #Snickt-teenth, y'all! ••• ♥️🔥🤘🏼💯💕What if #HannaBarbera/#CartoonNetwork made #Logan? I answered this very question in my newest #MashUp! It's definitely going to become an art print at some point in time after this whole CoronaVirus crap is over. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼 I am loving the happy little #YogiBear like background! It's a good contrast with the viciousness of the blood and violence. 😁😉😍 #OldManLogan #Wolverine #X23 #HughJackman/@thehughjackman #DafneKeen/@dafnekeen #JamesMangold/@jamesmangold #20thCenturyFox #Disney #MarvelComics #SamuraiJack #PhilLaMarr/@phillamarr #GenndyTartakovsky #PowerPuffGirls #EGDaily/@realegdaily #ButterCup #CraigMcCracken #ProcreateArt #JeauxJanovsky #JeauxJ #ArtistInResidence #SaferAtHome #Cartoons #Animation #CalartsAlumni (at Culver City, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSh1JJNhyTJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[squirrelfm]

PLEASE.

[falconwiinged-blog]

;; i’m like, actively excited to roleplay again, that’s how my life’s going rn

[lady-harrowhark]

I promise I’m going somewhere with this but I am currently fixating on how seeing Naberius’s trident knife in the beginning of HtN gives Harrow the Gideon Memory Migraine™, despite no clear connection to Gideon:

Ianthe considered this. She nudged the confection basket hilt of the rapier at her hip aside, and took out a long knife that, again, ran a hot rill of pain down your temporal bone. It was—though you had never bothered to learn—Tern’s main-gauche, his trident knife, a long blade from which two other blades would spring at the press of some hidden mechanism; she flicked that mechanism now, and with a snickt they burst out like a firework, two hard points of gleaming steel. She flicked it again, and the blades went snickt back into their housing.

Is it simply that it’s something from the Canaan House era in general? Or is there more going on? Stick with me here.

One of my pet theories I’ve been harboring since Kiriona’s wounds were revealed is that Harrow herself wounded Gideon after she threw herself on the fence, paralleling Jesus’s side wound from being speared after his crucifixion. They needed to ensure Jesus was truly dead, and presumably Harrow also needed to be well and truly sure that Gideon was dead before proceeding. Ianthe says she put a sword through Naberius’s heart to pin his soul in place for her ascension, and we see his body run through with the sword. Harrow needing to do the same to Gideon would certainly be some very juicy angst fuel.

The other crucial component here is one of my other favorite pet theories: that Harrow knew Gideon’s sword was haunted, likely before even coming to Canaan House. I’ve seen a few people do some more detailed explanations about that, but I’ll do a brief rundown here. 

Harrow says as far back as GtN about the sword “I never liked that cursed thing anyway; I always felt like it was judging me.” After the events of HtN with the River and Canaan House 2.0, we know she has an innate and potentially subconscious talent with spirit magic; it seems likely she was able to sense what was in the sword whether she knew exactly what was going on or not.

In HtN, Guideline #3 in her her pre-lobotomy letters to her post-lobotomy self has several stipulations (wipe it down with arterial blood nightly, coat it in regenerating ash, don’t cut flesh or bone with it) that sound a lot like precautions one would take to keep a soul from hopping out of it.

When discussing the sword with Abigail in Canaan House 2.0, we get some very specific qualifiers around how much information Harrow is able to provide about the sword. Directly before remembering that the sword was Gideon’s we have: “Harrow’s brain, though still a jumble, was no longer a mess in a darkened room. Memory had gifted her a small torch she could light the disarray with.”

After that, she struggles to recall further details, her own brain providing obstacles: “The light was not proving helpful enough: she was, in desperation, kicking over piles of the rubble in her own brain.” In the end, she’s able to tell Abigail: “I hated that damned sword for years. I don’t know why; it just felt strange - rancorous. I cannot deny that I often assumed its edge would be the last thing I saw. I don’t know.”

Circling back to the final battle of GtN, we get my favorite little nugget of support for this: Harrow is described as looking “affrighted” when Gideon tells her to go get her two-hander. I’d initially taken that to mean she was startled (and maybe a bit annoyed) to find out that Gideon had brought it at all, or freaked out at the situation in general. But I’ve begun to wonder if she specifically didn’t want Gideon to bring that sword with her to Canaan House because she knew, or at least suspected, what it contained.

Which brings us to the trident knife. If Harrow needed to fix Gideon’s soul in place by impaling her herself, and she knew there was a malevolent soul in the two-hander that could conceivably hitch a ride in another body that it came into contact with, she would have needed a different tool for the job… Which may very well have been the trident knife. Seeing the weapon she used to mutilate her cavalier’s body with seems like exactly the sort of thing that would bring on one of Harrow’s Gideon-induced headaches, no? It’s also notable that when Harrow sees this knife, it’s directly before Ianthe stabs her through the hand, again analogous to crucifixion wounds. I gotta say, if this holds water, there’s a certain poetry to both Harrow and Gideon receiving versions of the Holy Wounds on the blade of the same knife.

(Edit to add: further theorizing prompted by @camilla-rekt‘s fab addition can be found on this reblog)

[beatricebidelaire]

thank you!!!

definitely sure it's 18 now, falling into the inevitable next step of secret code being conveyed with intentionally wrong number (the hazard of being a snicket fan)

just realized that snicketwiki and wikipedia both say the end was published on oct 13, 2006, but as for the penultimate peril, wikipedia says oct 18 2005, snicket wiki says oct 13 2005.

i'm leaning towards wikipedia's version but i think i'll try to find a third source to try to verify this