#The Desert Rats Association

[camillasgirl]

Queen Camilla’s Patronages

The Desert Rats Association (Patron from 27.07.2007)

The 7th Armoured Division was a British armoured division which saw service during the Second World War where its exploits made it famous as the Desert Rats.

After the Munich Crisis, the division was formed in Egypt during 1938 as the Mobile Division (Egypt) and its first divisional commander was the acclaimed tank theorist Major-General Sir Percy Hobart. During January 1940, the name of the unit was changed to the 7th Armoured Division. It was during this period that the nickname “Desert Rats” was coined. The division fought in every major battle during the North African Campaign; later it would land and fight in Italy before being withdrawn to the United Kingdom where it prepared to fight in North West Europe. It began landing in Normandy during the afternoon of 6 June and fought its way across Europe ending the war in Kiel and Hamburg, Germany. The 7th Armoured Brigade was detached from the division during early 1942 and fought the Japanese during the fighting in Burma before it returned to the Mediterranean Theatre and fought in Italy.

“As the proud daughter of a 12th Lancer, Major Bruce Shand, who fought with the regiment in France and North Africa alongside the Desert Rats and was awarded the Military Cross in both campaigns, I grew up with the history and traditions of the 12th and subsequently the 9th/12th Lancers and have always felt a deep affinity to the regiment, which is hardly surprising as you are, after all, the ‘Prince of Wales’s own’. I know that wherever my (papa) is tonight he will be drinking a toast to the 9th/12th Royal Lancers, a regiment in which he was so proud to have served. I feel very proud of my connection to this regimental family, and it is with enormous pride that I put on my 9/12th Lancers brooch, which I intend to wear for many years to come.” - Queen Camilla

[nymphea0]

Until Death My Love

Part 4 (END).

Yandere husband x Wife Reader

Warning : mention of fire, chase scenes, and some mature content, mention of sleeping drug.

Please read the warning before you start to reading this story, might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. I think to make a special chapter what do you think? Should i make it?. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

Word Count Around : 1679 Word

Story Part 1 : Until Death My Love

Story Part 2 : Until Death My Love

Story Part 3 : Until Death My Love

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'Brooklyn, New York.'

It's been a month since you ran away from your house and your husband.

You admit that you are very scared, you believe all of Roana's words that said that Alex, your husband, would kill you because you were caught entering his secret room.

You always knew that Alex loved you very much, but you didn't know that he had even noticed you during school, somehow you felt like he was stalking you behind his friendly smile.

Picture of yourself that were taken secretly, the body of someone who was quite familiar with you. You can't believe that Alex did that, your husband who you always thought was a normal man who was successful working as a coal company CEO turned out to be just a disguise as a mafia associate, you feel like he has deceived you.

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This morning you will start your work as a library cleaning staff in the corner of Brooklyn, New York.

The city is quite crowded, the population is quite dense, and it is very easy to find work here. While cleaning the library bookshelves, sometimes you think about going back to Alex, your husband, maybe if you didn't follow Roana's words, you might be relaxing at home right now.

But you are not ready for the risk of what Alex will do if he finds out that you know his little secret.

But the rice has become porridge, you can't turn back what has happened.

The Graze Library, or more like an old bookstore, is deserted and the salary you get is not that big, but at least it is enough to support yourself.

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It's been 1 month and 3 weeks that you have been in Brooklyn, you always come home late, because your working hours start from morning to noon, then continue with the evening until 9 pm.

Through the wet asphalt cobblestone roads due to the rain, you don't know .... since when you feel like someone is watching you.

Only the sound of rats and your footsteps can be heard on the quiet streets towards your shabby and cheap apartment.

'Tap'

'Tap'

'Tap'

Trying to avoid puddles of water that could make your shoes wet.

Just as you arrive in front of the door of your apartment building, you hear the sound of a trash can falling.

Either because you are paranoid or you are too shocked, you immediately look back only to see there is only a rat and a trash can that has fallen.

'Cit'

'cit'

'cit'

Sighing in relief that it was just a sewer rat busy looking for food.

Opening the door of the apartment building and entering the building. Walking slowly while greeting the male receptionist who is busy playing with his cellphone with a friendly smile.

Entering the elevator slowly, and pressing the button for the 6th floor.

'Ting'

The elevator door opens, you walk slowly in the dim hallway of this cheap apartment building. Even though this building has 8 floors, you can't help but feel afraid to live in this building.

This building rents out apartments at a cheap price, because this building has entered the criteria for an unsuitable building. But what can you do if you only have a little money, no one will rent an apartment building for 45$ for a whole year.

Stopping in front of a wooden door with peeling paint, unlocking the door and entering your small apartment.

'Krieet'

Even the sound from the door was more terrifying than your financial condition.

After making sure the door was locked, you walked tiredly to the leather sofa that was even torn to shreds. That night you slept so soundly that you didn't even notice the bouquet of flowers in your bedroom.

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That morning ... you couldn't help but worry about what you saw, a bouquet of primroses, fresh flowers tied with a white ribbon.

Looking around the apartment you couldn't help but worry who would even dare to enter someone else's house without the owner's permission?

Primrose or people call it primula flower, a flower with various colors.... has a fairly romantic philosophy, namely passion, love and loyalty.

Who in this world even dares to give it in someone's bedroom? Does the person who gave this intend to seduce you?.

You really want to throw away the flower, but your heart says otherwise, the flower is too beautiful to be thrown in the trash.

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That afternoon you worked as usual, you rested and ate a chocolate bar as a filler for your stomach that was screaming for food.

Sitting relaxing under a willow tree, the graze library is on the corner of our Brooklyn, close to the forests. Looking at the river rippling slowly following the flow of the ships that passed by.

After resting, you continued working, tonight you came home above 9 o'clock! . You didn't know that the person who was supposed to be on the night shift today was playing truant and you had no choice but to replace him at work.

It was past 12 midnight, midnight .... a pretty good night for people who want to commit crimes.

That night, Aunt Irene, the old woman who slept in the library said to spend the night in the library, it's not good for a young woman like you to go out in the middle of the day.

But you are stubborn, you want to sleep soundly in your dusty room.

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With strong determination you walk faster than usual, passing the willow trees, only accompanied by the sound of mice and also dim street lights.

You feel very watched, you feel like someone is watching you.

Then at the end of the road, you see so many people gathered in front of your apartment building, there you see a beam of fire that shoots wildly in your apartment building.

With quick steps you head towards the crowd. Ask one of the random people there

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you, why is this building on fire?"

"Miss, are you a resident of this building? If so, it's too bad, a few hours ago there were some people in black suits who forcibly bombed this building, who knows what their motives were, but the police and security forces are still investigating it"

You could only be pensive hearing that, walking unsteadily to the people who were evacuating, you looked around your apartment building which was crowded with people, many firefighters were busy putting out the fire.

You looked sadly at your shabby apartment building that had been completely devoured by fire.

Where will you sleep tonight. Planning to go back to the library only to stop frozen.

There you saw Alex, standing not far from you, looking at you with longing eyes.

You panicked with 1001 ways to avoid danger, you ran away from Alex, who of course he chased you.

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Running as hard as you could down the muddy cobblestone streets of Brooklyn was not an easy thing.

You could hear Alex calling your name. You just keep running and running, you can hear clearly, Alex is chasing you with his men.

Are you going to die? Does Alex want to kill you because you know his little secret.

Your breath is very heavy, you can feel that your heart is beating as fast as you are pumping adrenaline to get away from Alex, only to feel your hand being pulled so hard by Alex, your husband!.

"Caught you, my love"

Alex wraps one arm around your waist, the other holds your chin.

"Are you satisfied hmm? Is my love satisfied playing running around?"

You don't know what to do, you can only be silent and frozen.

"Why my dear? Why did you leave me? Did I do something wrong?"

"Answer me love?!".

Alex with his hands that are holding your chin tighter, stares into your eyes sharply.

With a very deep longing and passion, Alex kissed your lips very aggressively, the kiss was full of longing, and thirsty for touch. His lips claimed your lips.

His tongue played with yours, releasing your wild kisses, Alex looked at you who was in his arms.

His leather-gloved hand touched your lips which were swollen from Alex's kiss.

You don't know why but slowly but surely you feel your body limp in Alex's arms.

Damn, you realized too late that Alex slipped sleeping pills into your previous kiss.

Your vision blurred, you could only see Alex smirking at you, and finally you fell unconscious in Alex's arms.

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Alex, your husband, he has been watching you his little wife for 1 month, letting you live in this shabby apartment, he really wants to pick you up by force and shower you with luxury and not poverty, how can his love live in poverty, he is not willing.

Following his father's advice, Alex let you enjoy your simple life.

In a shabby and old apartment, working in a library that was even deserted, always eating instant food.

His heart ached so much, seeing his wife live so miserably, but he had to restrain himself, just think of this as a lesson for yourself that you can't live without him, his wife who is so weak and needs protection so much, his stray cat who really likes to find trouble.

His heart ached even more when you smiled kindly at the male receptionist whose face wasn't even that big, how dare you, his little wife, make him jealous, so he would burn down that shabby apartment, he had enough of restraining himself, he had enough of seeing you live in poverty.

Alex looked at you who was currently sleeping soundly in Alex's mansion in New York City.

You were sleeping very peacefully, wearing only his shirt, one of your hands was tied by gold-colored handcuffs combined with a small chain wrapped around the handcuffs.

Walking slowly but surely, Alex sat beside you who was sleeping, brushing your hair that covered your face from his view.

Gently stroking your face, kissing your forehead lovingly, then your cheek, then your nape, until biting your neck affectionately which currently left a love bite mark.

That night your eyes opened, Alex claimed you as his, claiming his very naughty wife, that night, only witnessed by the moonlight shining through the window, illuminating 2 people who were busy wrestling in bed in the pleasures of the world.

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How many hours is it? You don't know what time it is, Alex your husband, busy making love to you, busy moaning erotically in your ear.

Busy making sure you are pregnant with his child. Alex, a man who always holds back, he doesn't hold back tonight.

With his possessions united with you, and you who can no longer think rationally, can only follow the rhythm of your husband's game.

That night Alex made love to you like an animal in mating season, very brutal and did not give you a break to breathe.

"Haah .... must make you pregnant yeah ?? My darling must be pregnant ... nghh that way .... you will not run away from me anymore"

Alex held your body that was already limp under his body, kissing your lips passionately Alex said.

"Rest my love, very naughty, my very naughty wife ahh you make me crazy about you my darling, don't expect you can get away from me"

"Even until death ...you are mine..love"

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[tubbytarchia]

Traffic/Life series roster as dinosaurs

A lot of these don't make for very good hybrids unless you wanna get into freaky territory or full on centaur but... Hope it's a fun scroll nonetheless!

Grian - Novialoidea

A small birdie... The name also means "New wings" which I find fun. New lives and death games to be part of, new wings to accompany him... (Honorable mention to "Shuvuuia" the "desert bird" who unfortunately is not a pterosaur (doesn't fly)) (Yes we're including pterosaurs! Just using "dinosaur" as a conveient blanket term)

Tango - Aratasaurus / Pyroraptor

Fire raptor! Either works just fine and Tango as a skittery little raptor is perfect for a creature like him

Scar - Apatosaurus

"Deceptive Lizard" harkening back to Scar's scamming tendencies. Though I've always liked the idea of him being some larger gentler animal in any hybrid scenario and a long-neck fits the bill well. He can poke his nose into people's conversations easily to start marketing something useless to them and swishes his tail to ward off anyone who's about to stop him

Impulse - Nasutoceratops

Ren - Regaliceratops

Horns. COOL horns. I don't know what else you want from me ceratopses are just way too awesome. Nasutoceratops is a wicked cool dinosaur for having its horns point so forward much like a bull and I for one can jive with some Impulse bull symbolism. Bulls are often viewed as strong, sturdy and loyal, traits also assigned to Impulse a LOT of the time. But though he IS intensely loyal in many cases (+ Ceratopses are also known for how they defend their own!), and he's not very outward about the following traits, he can get quite petty and bitchy and hold grudges. Still, you don't think of that when you look at him and he seems to agree! Eg him feeling like he should be accepted into Cleo's alliance in 3rd life without actually proving himself when Cleo was rightfully hesitant, at which Impulse more or less rolled his eyes. And him proclaiming "betrayal!" when killed by Bdubs when their alliance was as firm as a rat's tail

(And I feel the need to point this out too just in case: "bulls are also known for their temper" yeah but they're not like that! Bulls like many animals become defensive when exposed to aggravating behavior or movement! Which you could work into Impulse's grudge holding and intense loyalty...? I don't know enough about him sorry but do with that what you will)

Regaliceratops! Regal!! Crown shaped frill!!! Need I say more?

Gem - Therizinosaurus

Theris are so bad bitch coated to me and I would love to have one as my wife I mean um I couldn't decide on a less generic specimen so Gem can just be a Theri! A herbivore - often associated with the belief that herbivores are gentle passive creatures, but far from it, especially with Gem! She bares her claws like it's no one's business

Martyn - Stygmoloch

A Pachy with a tough head and a tendency to bonk people - I think it fits Martyn's tendency to perpetuate drama haha. The Stygmoloch's name though more or less translates to "demon of the styx river", the river of the underworld representing loathing of death. To me this makes sense with all the watcher lore (that I have a hard time understanding but whatever!!) especially with how Martyn became in LL. The watchers themselves don't loathe death (??) of course. They're death games. But someone within the game trying to stay alive and win? Probably loathes the idea of themselves dying. I have no clue what Im saying

Pearl - Carnotaurus

Ok maybe a hot take not to make her into a pteradon or even a raptor with wing-like features but those just didn't fit that well in my opinion. Rather I wanted her to have some kind of horn motif in place of her wings as visual symbolism for her character. I'd like to imagine her having fine horns, to then have them damaged (one broken off) and simultaneously the other more grown out. Think of how domesticated goats for example have their horns trimmed. I think human hybrids with horns would do the same to keep them from becoming a bother but Pearl would neglect to after her heartbreak in DL. I was heavily considering the Diabloceratops for this, especially because of the name (Devil horned face - good ostracizing material) but Pearl strikes me a lot more as a carnivore and there are only two horned carnivores out there so... Carnotaurus it is haha. And even now I'm making her horns unrealistically big but.... We can suspend some belief

BigB - Oryctodromeus

"Digging Runner"! I've already talked plenty of why BigB is very rabbit behavior to me and my reasons for assigning this burrowing dinosaur to him are similar. Tldr he is fidgety and cautious yet clever and constantly buries himself underground

Lizzie - Anurognathidae

I don't even fucking know man it made me think of Lizzie and then I wasn't able to assign anything else to her. Lizzie often claims to be confused and if any dinosaur looks to be in a perpetual state of confusion then its this one. I know a lot of people like to portray Lizzie as a butterfly also so there you go, wings!!! And it's quite cat-like too for those who like to draw her as a cat

Mumbo - Leinkupal

I really struggled with Mumbo... So many different dinos fit him imo but I figured it should be at least something moderately large (so "Technosaurus" was out of the question lol). Then I rediscovered this dinosaur whose name translates to "vanishing family" and then I thought about LL and SL and how Mumbo went out quickly after the initial death/s and left a very felt absence in someone's alliance and then I became really emotional and forgot what I was doing

Joel - Nodocephalosaurus

Bdubs - Psittacosaurus

"Knob Headed Lizard"

Joel as an Ankylosaur has been stuck in my head from day one of assigning dinosaurs to the Lifers and I'm frustrated that I can't truly explain why. You'd view an Ankylosaur as a slow and docile creature, even compared to other herbivores, but...

1. Maybe not so much nowadays, I don't know what non-dino nerds think, but I feel like ankylosaurs were largely believed to be HUGE back in the day, much like velociraptors, when in reality they're not that big. The Nodocephalosaurus is especially small even among other ankylosaurs. But, well, we all know what Joel loves to say about himself

2. Joel is or likes to make himself look well in control, just as ankylosaurs have little to worry about as far as predators go. Especially in earlier series where he was content basing mostly by himself. It's always when things get dire and he enters his red life that he becomes very impulsive and erratic like an ankylosaur flipped on its back

3. I know there's a distinction between Traffic Joel and Empires Joel and whatever other Joel but... Even in death games his more charitable traits shine through here and there. He really becomes a dangerous rascal for a large majority of the time and he's very good at it, he's not putting on a mask or anything, but I like to remember that underneath that tough spiky armor is gentleness and caring. His care towards Lizzie and Pearl and Etho etc etc

4. The image of Joel as a hell of a spiky creature is just really fun to me. Yet heavy and blunt ones! And someone once proposed the idea of him having a club tail but having chiselled it to be sharp to mirror him being a menace. (Added benefit also that it's lighter that way haha) To me he's always been an obvious heavy hitter rather than stealthy or particularly creative etc. Him as a carnivore just doesn't work as well for me

The name bares no fitting meaning but when I look at Bdubs I think of Psittaco. All other species close to it in looks are already ceratopsians and we have like... 3 of those already lol. Im sorry Bdubs you look so stupid

Cleo - Lythronax

There's so few predators in this roster lol oops, but Cleo deserves to be an apex one! The name translates to "Gore King" because you know, zombies... and you know, Cleo is very king so true. If any of the Lifers should be able to boast rows of razor sharp teeth to gore others it should be ZombieCleo

Scott - Theiophytalia

I've been really struggling with Scott but how about the dinosaur whose name translates to "Belonging to the garden of Gods". There's only one known specimen of this species and it's an Iguanadon looking dinosaur which I think a lot of people would regard as the most basic, possibly boring type of dinosaur (if it weren't for the Allosaurus which already takes the title of "basic straight white guy") but that further fits Scott imo. It's always been a strong point of appeal to me how MUCH there is to his character that so often goes under the radar or unexplored, and how he's very often portrayed as just some handsome looking guy as opposed to a hybrid etc. He's not at all extravagant yet has mastered his craft of bending fate in his favor, he so often has things perfectly under his control just as he wants them, etc... reflective of the name "Theiophytalia" even if you wouldn't think such a dinosaur to sport one of the most prolific names a dinosaur can have. Also garden something something flower husbans. Basically whatever Bree's take on Scott is lol. I don't wanna blab for 5 paragraphs about that blue mf here but. I hope this makes sense

Jimmy - Yinlong

I struggled with this mf the most because he's another very hashtag deep character. I felt really bad to remove his bird motifs completely because the canary is so essential to him, but a raptor nor a pteradon fit my image of him at all. I spent so much time looking into various species but it just aint it, but Yinlong was possibly quilled and we can still cover him in feathers, even if he has nothing close to wings haha... BUT ANYWAY. Yinlong is a small kind of pathetic looking dinosaur, and Jimmy definitely isn't small but he'd sure be made to feel that way. Yinlong translates to "Hidden Dragon" however, a rather thought-provoking name for such a dinosaur. Given his character, it sure does feel like there's a soul of a dragon laying dormant somewhere in him, buried by all the self deprecation and curse labels. Honorable mention to Tianyulong, a very similar dinosaur who was named after a museum, but "Tianyu" also translates to peace and content. Something that Jimmy can't yet but deserves to be

Etho - undefined raptor

Already made a loong post about raptor Etho haha which I assume yall have seen since the support towards that post is the only reason I'm even making this post

Skizz - Olorotitan

"Titanic Swan" close enough to an angel right. I feel the whole angel thing is a bit overdone when Skizz can become a malicious little creature every now and then, but swans much like angels do get viewed as beautiful and taken as symbolism of love. Much like Skizz is largely viewed as an angel and often as someone who can do no wrong. But mostly I wanted Skizz to be a hadrosaur/duck-billed dinosaur, because those are dinosaurs known for their speculated vocalizations. And what is Skizz good at? Talking and voicing his love and appreciation? Yeah? Yeah... I'm so sorry Skizz btw this hybrid idea does not work out

Again, a lot of these don't work so well as hybrids... Some like the long-neck ones I cant imagine to have more than a spiky spine back and a tail, but! These picks aren't based on hybrid potential but rather what I think genuinely fits. I did really work on this all day looking through a bunch of dinosaurs and research haha, but I do love dinosaurs a lot... If you disagree with any hey thats cool! Feel free to give me your opinions if you've any and I hope this was fun to scroll through regardless

[hutiapendra]

Denizens of The Sunken: Type Wheel, KEMC Diamond, and Habitats

Some researchers have asked what all the graphic icons in our encyclopedia entries mean. The following document should explain them all.

PART 1: THE TYPE WHEEL

The creatures populating the Sunken Island can be classified under ten (eleven) different Types, and five (six) different Cores. This diagram illustrates the relationships between Types and Cores.

The inner wheel contains Cores, the intrinsic origins of a creature. The outer wheel contains Types, the modes of a creature’s existence. Cores have certain Types associated with them, though a creature may deviate from these common links entirely.

Cores:

MUTANT: Life as we know it, twisting and accelerating beyond explanation.

UNDEAD: That which is no longer alive, echoes clinging to this world.

EGREGORE: Collective concepts brought to life, human ideas.

CRAFTED: That which was deliberately built, taking on life of its own.

HAZARD: Life inimical to other life, parasites, forces of nature.

Types:

VERMIN: Beasts. That which scurries, scratches, consumes. The rage of a thousand cornered rats.

WEED: That for which growth and movement are one and the same. Plants. Fungi. Sessile animals.

SHELL: Corporeal undead. Cadavers. Dust. Fossils. Rot. Food.

SOUL: Incorporeal undead. Ghosts, grudges, hauntings. Aftershocks of history.

RUMOR: Beings born from whispers. Legends. Cryptids. Bogeymen. Fear. Uncertainty given flesh.

DOGMA: Beings born from rules. Philosophy. Religion. Information. Code. Conviction given flesh.

MECH: Automata. Mechanical monsters free to self-replicate, free from their origins in human factories.

CHEM: Homunculi. Chemical processes running rampant. Water, salts, fuel, coarse stone, refined crystals.

PHYSIC: Forces of nature. Extreme heat and cold. Storms. Blunt impact. Distant stars. Disasters passively harmful to life.

PLAGUE: Invaders. Parasites. Infections. Consumers from within. Pestilence actively harmful to life.

Blank:

A Type and a Core at the same time, Blank is defined by absence. Some would call this a 'normal' or 'neutral' attribute, but there is nothing normal about a creature devoid of an identity. What little unites these Denizens involves empty vacuums, blistering cold, and unfilled vessels. Blank creatures are rare, and they tend to behave oddly when exposed to other life forms.

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PART 2: THE KEMC DIAMOND

Damage varieties:

All Denizens have the ability to inflict harm on others. That includes you, reader. Please familiarize yourself with the risks inherent to field research before going outside to catalogue the wildlife.

KINETIC: Harm inflicted with physical means, such as claws, fists, fangs, or infection. By far the simplest form of danger to understand, but no less deadly.

ENERGY: Harm inflicted by emitting high levels of energy through comparatively small amounts of mass. This may take the form of fire, electricity, radiation, among others.

COGNITIVE: Harm inflicted by assaulting the mind and senses. Creating illusions, manipulating emotions, and altering memories all fall under this category.

METAPHYSICAL: Harm inflicted by locally rewriting the rules of reality. What was fiction a moment ago is now a fact of life, and yesterday's laws of physics are today's fairy tales.

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PART 3: HABITATS

The icons above represent the various environments a Denizen may call home. The Sunken Island is very humid and situated well within the tropics, so many habitats such as deserts and glaciers have never been present here. Other icons may be added to the Denizen Encyclopedia if those presented are insufficient.

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That should cover everything, for now. If you have any other questions, please direct them my way!

-Dr. Calypso Ceiba, Postdoctoral ecologist for the Denizen Project

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

Robin goes to Nancy for help trying to date Vickie but she ends up falling for her along the way.

Practise kisses, dances etc and maybe sneak in some Nancy jealousy because that’s always fun!

thank u for the prompt, beautiful anon!! i am terribly sorry for the wait.

eternally complete (2,801 words)

“You didn’t tell me Vickie worked here.”

Nancy was proud she managed to bite down the scalding remark burning at the back of her throat, leveling the side of Robin’s lovesick face with a glare instead. Robin, of course, took no notice. Even blocked by her chunky pink sunglasses Nancy knew her eyes were laser-focused. 

“I didn’t know,” Steve retorted absently from Robin’s other side, sprawled out on his stomach for proper tanning. His eyes were screwed shut against a heady Hawkins sun. 

“You work here,” Robin said, and there were hints of accusation in her tone. 

“I would’ve told you if I knew,” Steve said, placatingly, and he reached out a lackluster hand to bat at her elbow for emphasis. Robin seemed satisfied by this.

The girl in question - Vickie Matthews, Hawkins senior and brass section leader - was meandering her way up the lifeguard ladder on the opposite end of the pool. She swung pale legs over each rung, red hair dripping down the base of her neck. Some part of Nancy’s brain she refused to associate with helpfully remarked that she looked a bit like a wet rat climbing out of the pool like that. Nancy blamed that particular thought on the heat, as well as the one that came after it.

Robin had turned on her side to face her, stricken with a sudden anxiety she never seemed to completely get rid of. The sun caught on the bridge of her freckled nose, in between the lighter strands of light-brownish-red hair, and it made her look halo-esque. Nancy’s mouth, suddenly, went desert dry.

“You have to help me,” Robin said. Nancy blinked.

“With what?”

Robin gestured unhelpfully with her head back towards the general vicinity of Vickie, shaking her hair out like a dog. Nancy pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. Her forehead appreciated the respite from her sweaty bangs, strung out and drying incorrectly from going in the pool earlier that morning. When Robin refused to elaborate further, Nancy gestured with her own hands in a circular motion. She felt a little silly, but then again - it was difficult not to feel silly doing something stupid in front of Robin. 

“With Vickie,” Robin said at last, and then furtively glanced around them, as if speaking her name aloud was some crime against nature. In the sticky, sulfuric heat, Nancy’s patience wore thin quickly. She bit back another harsh reply as a whistle sounded out through the pool. Steve jolted awake.

Vickie let the whistle drop back down to the crest of her collarbone, gesturing and shouting something inaudible at two boys who had been running by the side of the pool. When Nancy returned to Robin, she grimaced at the hazy expression on her face. Her mouth was practically hanging open.

Nancy wasn’t sure what to ask first.

“Why?” She decided on. Robin lifted her own sunglasses in a need to be taken seriously, and it made her hair stick up as if electrocuted behind the large shades. Nancy fought the urge to reach over and pat the strands down. Robin seemed on the verge of exploding as she struggled to form proper sentences. She rested a hand against her mouth, but that did nothing to block the blush from quickly spreading across her face. Realization hit Nancy like a freight train. The sick feeling in her stomach, surely, was just a product of rotting out in the sun for too long. “Robin. Do you like Vickie? Like-like her?”

“Shout it, why don’t you,” Robin muttered furiously, her blush quickly approaching firetruck-red territory. “I don’t think the whole pool heard you the first time.”

“And you want my help with, what - asking her out?” Nancy asked. She glanced over Robin’s shoulder, half-hoping Steve would be sitting up and staring back with a similarly incredulous expression. Unfortunately, he’d gone back to sleep. 

“Nancy Wheeler, investigative journalist,” Robin said, voice deepening an octave as she took on gruff, Film Noir undertones. “She attacks the case just like she attacks demo dogs - with brute force.”

“Why do you think I’ll be any help?” At this, Robin had the decency to look abashed. She dropped her hand from her mouth and let it fall limply into her lap. 

“Out of the three of us, you’re the only one with any real relationship experience,” Robin said. At Steve’s offended snort/snore, she was quick to amend with: “Or - positive relationship experience.” Nancy felt a little sorry Robin was so easy bashing her previous relationship with Steve, but she didn’t feel sorry enough to correct her on it.

“I don’t know how to talk to women,” Nancy said. 

“You are one,” Robin pointed out helpfully. Nancy opened her mouth and then closed it. Sometimes, it was just better to go along with it.

“Okay, well. First lesson: don’t curl up into the fetal position when you’re trying to impress her,” Nancy said, pointedly looking down at the way Robin had pulled all her gangly limbs in close. Robin looked as if she had only just realized she had turned her entire body mass toward Nancy. Slowly, she unfurled her legs and stretched them out onto the patio chair. Nancy swallowed and forced herself to look back up at Vickie instead, whose face was shrouded by the umbrella over the lifeguard chair. “See? Now she’s actually got something to look at.”

“You think she’s looking at me?” Robin asked, and Nancy’s stomach performed another impressive somersault at the hope in her voice.

“I can’t see very well,” Nancy said, flopping back onto her own lounge chair and sliding her sunglasses back down. Robin shifted again in her chair, attempting to prop herself up like she was practicing for the centerfold. Nancy squeezed her eyes shut tight - it was too early in the summer to deal with that.

About two weeks of tortuous conversations with Robin about Vickie (because that was all she talked about) later, Nancy had finally found a bit of peace in the midst of a post-party breakfast. She padded around her kitchen in her mother’s slippers, pretending not to watch Robin take tentative sips of her milk-addled coffee as she poured cereal for the both of them. Often, they slept over at Nancy’s house after Steve had them over - if his couch was taken up by the kids. Sleepovers were often, actually, without the excuse of a hangover. Or a nightmare. Sometimes Nancy just liked having Robin over so that, in the middle of a shockingly cold night, she could crack open her eyes and see how Robin’s eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones as she slept.

“So - what’re we doing today?” Nancy asked as she slid over a bowl for Robin and plopped down beside her at the counter. It took a few seconds for her to notice Robin’s lack of a reply. The other girl was stirring her Lucky Charms absently, though there was a guilty look on her face. “What’s-”

“Vickie and I are hanging out today,” Robin said all in one go, a big rush of words that, had Nancy not been so experienced in the art of Communication With Robin, would’ve been completely unintelligible. 

“Oh,” Nancy said, wincing inwardly at how obvious her disappointment was. She felt a little silly about it, anyway. It wasn’t as if they had to spend all their time with each other. Just most of it. All Nancy asked for was for Robin to be at her side every second of the day - not that big of a deal. Especially in the summertime, when there was nothing better to do but lay on the kitchen floor and waste away. “Oh. That’s good.”

“I asked her the last time she came into Family Video,” Robin explained through a mouthful of marshmallow, “and you and Steve were out fixing your car. Remember - last Monday, when it broke down.”

“Right.”

“She just kept talking about how badly she wanted to see Aliens, and you know I loved the first one, so - I asked her if she wanted to go.”

“I’m proud of you,” Nancy said, but the words tasted like ash. At that praise, Robin’s face lit up like a switchboard. It only added to Nancy’s churning stomach. Suddenly, she wasn’t that hungry. Her spoon dropped listlessly into the cereal bowl below her.

“But I have no idea what to do,” Robin said, gripping the counter with a sudden intensity. “I’ve never - I mean, I haven’t - I don’t even know if it’s a date. But if it is - I have no fucking idea how to go on a date. I’ve never been on one. Obviously.”

“Obviously?” Nancy parrotted. Robin snorted self-deprecatingly and took another spoonful of cereal.

“I mean, look at me.” She gestured down her front. Nancy’s eyes traced the glimpse of shoulder bone at the edge of her baggy sleep shirt, her cracking fingers. 

“Robin, you-” Nancy stopped herself, shaking her head. It was getting a little difficult to speak. “You’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that,” Robin groaned dramatically, folding in on the counter and hitting her forehead against the granite top with a soft thwap. “Fuck, ow.”

“What are you worried about?” Nancy asked, shrugging. “You’ll just sit next to each other in the theater. Maybe brush hands with her in the popcorn bowl. Kick her foot with yours. It’s not that hard.”

“Don’t movie dates come with the implication that you’ll be-” Robin cut herself off, glancing over at Nancy with wide eyes. Her next words were whispered. “Like, making out? ‘Cause it’s dark.” Nancy’s face went up in a flush. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, attempting to forcefully push out all mental images that particular sentence conjured up.

“You’ll be fine,” Nancy repeated in a daze. 

“I’ve never kissed anybody before.” If Nancy wasn’t so tuned in to Robin’s every minute move, she would’ve missed that.

“Seriously?” Nancy asked, immediately feeling terrible for the way it made Robin’s face drop exponentially. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just - surprised.” Clearly, Robin didn’t share the sentiment.

“What if I’m a terrible kisser?” Robin asked, all shaking nerves and moving hands. The cereal threatened to escape the bowl and run onto the countertop. “What if my mouth smells like fish? What if I use too much tongue and she thinks I’m trying to eat her? What if I don’t use enough tongue and I’m boring? I don’t want to kiss like a Mormon, Nance, I’m better than that. I’m trying to impress her. Vickie’s had a boyfriend, she’s experienced - I’m going to be terrible and fuck it all up and everything’ll fall apart before it’s even begun.”

Nancy held up a gentle hand to stop her, and the words were coming out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.

“I’ll teach you. How to kiss, I mean.” Robin’s mouth promptly snapped shut. She turned back to her cereal and took a fast bite, face a confusing red color.

“You will?” Robin asked after a moment, muffled by marshmallow. “You’d do that for me?” I’d do anything for you. Nancy shocked herself with the intensity of that tidal wave thought, which crashed over her in a devastating mass of Robin, Robin, Robin. If just thinking about kissing her made her feel like this - what would it feel like to actually do it?

Outwardly, Nancy shrugged.

“Sure.” Inwardly, she was screaming. There seemed to be something crackling between them, before Robin looked back up from her cereal through her bangs and smiled hesitantly. 

“She’s picking me up at three,” Robin said, the implication clear. Nancy nodded, took a deep breath, and got up.

They didn’t speak as they headed up the stairs back to Nancy’s bedroom, where the messy bed (proof of their co-existence) and clothes strewn across the floor (a mixture of Robin’s and Nancy’s) stood out like blaring, blinking red lights. As Nancy sat down on the end of her bed on autopilot, a worry began to uncover itself. If Robin sensed something - if she could tell Nancy’s feelings - through this kiss - what would happen? 

She felt the mattress sink with Robin’s weight. A tentative hand against hers on the comforter, contact that had become second nature suddenly unfamiliar.

“You don’t have to,” Robin said. Nancy looked up, saw her stark blue eyes. God, she was gone. 

“It’s fine,” Nancy said, managing a hesitant smile. “Don’t want you to kiss like a fish.” Robin laughed, all high-pitched and nervous. 

Nancy glanced down at Robin’s lips. She was biting her bottom one anxiously, a silly expression that, somehow, tightened the iron-fist grip in Nancy’s stomach. She leaned forward. Seconds before impact, she felt rather than heard Robin’s sharp intake of anticipatory breath. Robin smelled like dew and milk and shower and Nancy was tumbling through the Upside-Down.

Her lips were soft, slightly chapped from absent neglect. They pressed, inexperienced, at Nancy’s own, until Nancy reached up with both hands to tilt Robin’s face. Their noses pressed together as suddenly something in Robin’s mind clicked. Her hands came up to rest against Nancy’s, holding them in place. Holding them together. Nancy tugged lightly on Robin’s bottom lip - she’d spent too much time watching Robin bite and wanting, desperately, to do the same. Robin took another sharp breath through her nose, adorably overwhelmed. She was like a furnace underneath Nancy’s fingertips, burning harshly through her skin and melting her to nothingness. If Nancy pulled back and found herself a puddle on the ground, she would’ve been happy it had been Robin. She would happy it was Robin, in any case.

When she pulled back, Robin’s eyes were a little glazed. She kept her hands clasped to Nancy’s as if forgetting they were there in the first place. The air turned tensely awkward.

“That’s why Steve’s such a bitch when he isn’t getting any,” Robin whispered, and it was so stupid and such a Robin thing to say Nancy couldn’t help but laugh. It was, strangely, on the verge of harsh tears. 

“I think you’re ready,” Nancy said, clearing her throat. When she wiggled her fingers purposefully, Robin seemed to snap back to focus. She let Nancy drop her hands into her lap, rubbing palms together and trying to prolong the feeling of Robin’s warm cheeks for as long as possible.

“You’re very good,” Robin said, still as glazed over as before. Nancy was thankful she seemed so disoriented - maybe it made her blush less noticeable.

“...thank you?” Robin reached up with two fingers to press on her lips. Those blue eyes swung to meet hers, glaze clearing out and something new, unidentifiable, replacing it.

“Um. She’s picking you up at three, right?” Nancy said, shifting over to glance at her bedside clock. “If you wanna borrow something to wear - I mean. I know you don’t particularly like my closet.”

“You wear it all better than me,” Robin agreed. Nancy cut herself off. She flopped face-first onto her comforter, hoping to fake tiredness so she wouldn’t have to show her smitten face. “You really think I’m ready?”

“Yes.” Nancy’s reply was muffled. 

“So - you don’t think we should, um. Do it again?” Robin asked tentatively. “Just to make sure?”

Nancy froze, hands clenching the comforter.

“Am I misreading this?” Robin spoke again, significantly more nervous than before. “Um. If I am, don’t say anything. Or do. Do whatever you want, I don’t want to - I mean. I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“Robin, you’re-” Nancy sprung to life, returning to her place on the side of the bed and at Robin’s side. “You’re never stupid.” Robin let out a little breath.

“Oh.” It sounded revelatory. “I, um. Can I borrow your phone?” Nancy furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

“Um. Sure. Why?” Nancy asked, sickly worried Robin was about to say to ask Steve for a ride or to call Vickie to get her here earlier. Robin smiled a nervous, toothy smile. It was brighter than the sun.

“To cancel,” Robin said. “And, um. Completely unrelated to that, I’ve got two tickets to Aliens this afternoon - if you’ve got nothing to do.” At first, Nancy just blinked. Then, a tentative grin spread across her face. She laughed, surprised.

“I did really like the first one,” Nancy said. “But, uh. You know the implication that comes with a movie date, yeah?” 

Robin’s eyes twinkled. Her smile spilt her face in two. Nancy wanted nothing more than to kiss that mouth again. And again, and again…

“Yeah,” Robin said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere in the ‘giddy’ zone. “Yeah, I know.”

“Good,” Nancy said, leaning forward at the same time Robin was. They’d always been on the same wavelength, anyway. “Me too.”

[bestworstcase]

kinda sad if the jl p2 movie isn't canon now because we got awesome lines that allude to v10 and ruby (plus her team) traumas after v9

here’s the thing.

the crossover films are intended to reach a wider audience than rwby’s existing fanbase. to do so, they need to cater to viewers who know nothing or almost nothing about rwby. this requires things like exposition about things that rwby fans already know and some drift away from canon to facilitate that.

(for example: in canon, the kids not only never met watts, they didn’t even know he existed until a couple days before atlas fell; they don’t know who he is or what he wants, and they certainly do not have the kind of experience dealing with him that they would need to formulate a plan based on his past behavior, because again they knew he existed for all of like three days before he died, and every single time they had to deal with him he either maneuvered around them flawlessly or inflicted an intensely pyrrhic victory on ironwood.

in the film they very confidently rattle off a whole character blurb, including a motive that he straight up does not have in canon [“remaking the world”—watts is salem’s demolitionist and seems to be quite content working for her; and he doesn’t want to be recognized for his genius so much as he resents being taken advantage of and taken for granted, “you never appreciated my genius, james; you just stood atop it and called yourself a giant!”] but which of course he does in the film. similarly, they describe him as the one chiefly responsible for destroying atlas [he wasn’t: ironwood and cinder were] but don’t mention the thing that the kids would canonically associate with him, which is the virus that attacked penny.

none of this is bad writing: it’s an accommodation made for that wider audience, who would otherwise have no fucking clue who arthur watts is. the film simplifies his character, styles him as the villain who destroyed weiss’s home, and gives team rwby this familiarity with him so that his role as the big bad here will be accessible to all viewers.)

…ahem.

the point is that accessibility to a wider audience also necessarily constrains what the film is able to do with the events of v9. the only direct reference is yang saying “since we got back,” and even that is quite vague. the destruction of atlas carries weight because a significant portion of the first film happened in atlas. for rwby fans, the second film delivers pretty well on what we’d expect after v9—but it has to do that in a way that will be accessible to the wider audience.

if you watched just these two crossover films knowing nothing else about rwby, it would be easy to conclude that the thing fucking ruby up is that atlas fell in the weeks-long gap between part one and two. and that reading holds up! it makes sense! to a non-rwby fan the storyline is “watts wrecked atlas, everyone escaped to this desert, weiss and ruby aren’t coping very well” and that fits together pretty well. (i submit this is also partly why blake and yang were SO flirty in the first installment, to sell them to the wider audience as an established couple in the second.)

so.

look at the v9 aftershocks in the second film.

those are crumbs.

v10 is not going to be like the crossover films. it won’t be constrained by the need to cater to an audience that hasn’t seen v1-9. the massive upheavals and revelations the second film could only vaguely glance at are going to be the engine of the v10 narrative. what the film pulls off with subtext v10 will be able to dig its teeth into like a terrier with a rat.

it’s like an hourlong teaser trailer :)

[space-cowboy-101]

✨ATEEZ as Dragon Age aesthetics pt.2✨

Yeosang, Mingi and San’s have got to be my favorite out of all of them because they’re just so them in this story. Especially Yeosang’s, solely for the picture I used and how it relates to Orlesian culture.

Anyway, onto the backstories!

Even with the giant stone walls, Starkhaven couldn’t hold the great Choi San within its containment. He’s seen everything the Free Marches has to offer; Minanter river, Grand Tourneys, the mysterious gremlins skulking around the outskirts! Out of his father’s promising grasp with the help of a revered mother, he wandered around the Marches without abandon and enjoyed the new freedom to the fullest, and did it taste sweet. Until he met his match just after his departure from a quaint village, someone who’d become a mentor he didn’t think he’d ever have and teach him all the skills of a Kirkwall rat. Someone who’d eventually bring him to the Inquisition’s doorstep.

Song Mingi’s seen many things in his short life. He’s experienced the influx of refugees during the Fifth Blight, he’s watched the Champion of Kirkwall rise to infamy and even got to meet him, and he got to be a first hand witness to the boiling tensions and subsequent destruction between the Kirkwall Templar Order and the Circle of Magic. Nothing more than a stranger to him, the effects of the Champion’s manufacturer-consumer relationship with his father hit him hard once he left Kirkwall. The government viewed his father as a criminal—and he by association—and it was the tipping point of his decision to leave the dying city, what with the mages in the Gallows and the Templar’s strict control of them. So, with the two he met in the tavern in Lowtown, he followed them on their mission to find the next Inquisitor of an Inquisition soon to be brought to fruition.

Life’s never been very kind to Jung Wooyoung, or at least that’s what he’d say if you asked him. Growing up as a prodigy should’ve assured him a life of luxury and ease, for he’d have a place as a Tevinter Magister as soon as he completed his schooling, but no. Life had other plans for him. Hopping from Circle to Circle, the mage never knew home and got into more shit than a deepstalker, until he was confronted by the man who’d help him realize his potential. Before he too fell to his curse, his family destroyed and his mentorship failing when Wooyoung was asked to do the impossible. Tumultuous and bitter, his life spiraled before his father made the choice that any sane person would be scandalized by and forced him to run. And run he did, right into the arms of someone that understood his problems better than himself.

Everyone knew that the Anderfels is a cesspool of depression, even Choi Jongho despite calling the nation his home. Home of the Grey Wardens and their nemesis, the Darkspawn, Jongho heard lots of the stories about fierce warriors that rode into battle on griffins but never did he see that when the Wardens defended their village from the darkspawn that wandered too close. It wasn’t until he was old enough to hold a sword did he realize how shattered and desolate Anderfels was, when he’d fled his village and found himself at the Nevarran border and seen for the first time what a yellow sun at high noon looked like. Nevarra was part desert yet it was nothing like the jagged rocks and bloodied sand that the Anderfels had, and Jongho’s eyes were opened to the beauty of the world, alongside the man who saved him that day.

rip the other guys, i kinda got into their stories without realizing 💀 but at the same time, i’ve tried not to spoil too much because they come into play later on 🫣

poor jongho…going from hot ass desert to icy permanent winter mountains. 💪🏻 you got this guy, i believe in you.

Thanks for checking out my post if you’ve read this far 🥹 and i hope you enjoy my story if you decide to give it a read! the third chapter just got posted yesterday and the next one will be up in a few days. 🫶🏻

[miqojak]

Character Associations: Jak

(Funny, I had this same prompt in two different versions saved in my drafts from the last two times I did it in past years, intending to do it again since it has been years! Good time to tag me...even if I took a month or so to get to it! xD )

I'll smash together these two old ones and put them into this one, resulting in a bit more things to fill out: "5 Things" and "Character Features" - with 3-5 things per category.

✴EMOTIONS/FEELINGS✴

✧ Paranoia ✧ Disdain ✧ Curiosity ✧ Confidence ✧ Arrogance

✴GREETINGS✴

✧ Silent Nod ✧ Clipped wave or nod ✧ Silent, judgemental stare: first impressions don't always go over well ✧ Faint smirk, almost as if she knows something you don't ✧ Fanged grin, if she likes you

✴COLORS✴

✧ Red ✧ Black ✧ Gold ✧ White

✴SCENTS✴

✧ Handmade, perfumed oil (Spiced and earthy/citrusy) - a connection to her past, and the family she lost ✧ Well-oiled leather - what she's often garbed in ✧ Campfire smoke - another reminder of her family/past ✧ The scent of a savory meal on the stove/in the oven - she loves to cook! Having suffered with hunger and near-starvation, the ability to cook good food now is something she relishes.

✴CLOTHING✴

✧ Leather mini-skirt/pants/clothing in general - good for sneaking, or for drawing the eye where you want it...away from where thieving hands might be wandering ✧ Loose-fitting cloth fabrics - the better for the hot places she likes to live/dwell in ✧ Sandals - for when it's hot! (Boots or sneakers when practicality + comfort is the goal.) ✧ Lots of piercings - in her face, and ears.

✴VICES/BAD HABITS✴

✧ Drinking - She drinks now and then, and no longer tends towards being an alcoholic ✧ Drugs - She no longer abuses somnus, and smokes moko a little now and then to relax ✧ Works out too much/pushes herself too hard, out of the paranoia associated with having been a Garlean prisoner of war. If she's fit and fast enough, no one can catch and cage her again! ✧ Holds herself (and others) to incredibly steep, almost unachievable standards out of a belief that one should always be bettering themself. ✧ She loves breaking and entering as a hobby! She doesn't even steal things, most times - maybe moves things around, or breaks things, and just makes herself at home...it's about the power and control, not the stuff.

✴OBJECTS✴

✧ Throwing knives - often coated in non-lethal toxins, and sheathed in hidden holsters in her clothing. ✧ Lock-picking tools, if she's out to do some B&E ✧ DRK soulstone set in a bangle on her tail

✴BODY LANGUAGE✴

✧ Languid, but alert - in the manner of many a large, feline predator; she may seem to be completely at ease...while simultaneously ready to act at a second's notice ✧ Shoulders squared and chin lifted, a stance of stubborn pride ✧ A tail that lashes in anger, or sways slowly when in thought - this body part betrays the otherwise carefully controlled actions of the rest of the little woman. ✧ Feline ears that are almost always on a swivel for sounds that are out of place, or words spoken softly - seeking things meant to go unheard. ✧ Examining her nails - either truly bored, or trying to project disinterest

✴AESTHETICS✴

✧ A weathered, leather-bound sketchbook ✧ A desert campfire, as the sun sets on a sandy horizon ✧ Piano music drifting from another room ✧ A dark, viscous, canine shadow with too many eyes and teeth that hungrily slinks across snowy wastelands ✧ Opposing aesthetics of dark leather, and gold jewelry set against pale, flowing cloth; the street rat, and the empress, juxtaposed

✴SONGS✴

✧ Cold-Blooded - Zayde Wolf ✧ Somebody's Watching Me - Madelyn Darling ✧ Knife Under My Pillow - Maggie Lindemann ✧ THAT BITCH - Bea Miller ✧ Here Come the Wolves - Lola Blanc (An especially poignant and multi-layered song for Jak!)

Tagged by: @hares-and-hounds

Tagging (a bunch of people from my notifs, but do it if you want to, and tag me so I can see!) - @briar-ffxiv @xmimiteh @wpip-raham @uldahstreetrat @captainqster @shieldandarrow @merlwybs-wife @alannah-corvaine @madalyn-maeve @ashenbun @thedawnforged @why-raven @ivyffxiv and...anyone else! YOU, reading this! Do it, and go ahead and tag me so I can read about your OC! (This took me ages to think about and finish, so no rush on knocking it out - in some categories, I even had a hard time coming up with three things, much less five!)

[sunsrefuge]

Asura Appreciation Week - Day One "Talk about one of your asura OCs! Who are they? What's their Deal?" [hosted by @asura-appreciation-corner ♥]

of course im going to bring up my favorite little rat, Liifa!

Just a funky mischievous little guy, carrying a book of demons and shuffling his tarot cards in weird places!

Originally from Quora Sum before its fall, yes he's old and yes he has very special feelings (derogatory) about Primordus. He also managed to gain a personal, mutual vendetta with Joko. He spent the majority of his 'normal' life in the Crystal Desert with the Sunspears, and after accepting a book of Demons associated with Abaddon (the Binding, in my headcanon!) he was promptly, you know, kicked out!

He had a little bit of a pirate stint before taking to the life of wayward traveling. He's done a lot of odd jobs over the years and very often sticks himself into situations that he has no business actually being in - especially larger happenings, like the Pact's Campaign!

he's very normal, i promise, he absolutely totally definitely didn't accidentally make himself a lich while reviving his sister from a fatal wound -- don't mind the fact that he's been alive for over two centuries, he's definitely not a lich! :) prommy. (obligatory sarcasm tag; he's absolutely a lich and hides it from everyone lol)

He ends up stuck in Gandara with Eliana, a plant girlie, for most of LWS4, and after getting out thanks to Joko getting turned into a dragon fruit snack, they stick with the Commander's team! So per my personal AU, he's gotten to see Primordus up close again :) he hated it a lot <3 and thanks to his experience with demons, he's definitely getting dragged into SotO! ♥

okay that's all i'm going to ramble about for today thanks byyyye

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

👀👀👀 I am staring directly at your tags on traumatized Tim Drake post mmmmm Tim associating touch/comfort with death has me MMMMMMM

okay no because originally i had that idea tangled up in a civilian tim au i had and its only your ask that made me realise that i can just,, use it whenever and oh its so much more mmmmmm with robin tim with like,,

the red robin run with him, pru, owens and z being ambushed by the widower in the desert and then the ras stuff,,,, steph "dying",, seeing his dad in a coma,, him picking the only non-deadly weapon lady shiva had, that time the joker nearly killed him, his first (?) girlfriend, ariana dzerchenkas (did i spell that right?) uncle trying to choke him, his girlfriend darla dying in his arms in a gang war and oh yeah also her coming back as warlocks daughter and that whole mess, everything with captain boomerang,, damian trying to fucking kill him, the cloning of superboy thing with cassie kissing him which many thoughts,,,, then jason, everything with jason from titans tower to battle for the cowl

theres so much and i feel like a rabid fox tearing holes into bin bags over and over and over again, like a radioactive monkey tearing a lab apart to get to all the chemicals, like a lab rat they gave pcp to,,, like the chimpanzee that didnt kill steven yeum in nope but its round two and im fucking eating that shoe this time

...i know what im going to be thinking of as i go to sleep tonight shdjskx

[dzthenerd490]

File: Courage the Cowardly Dog S1 E4A

SCP#: AIB

Code Name: The Mattress Demon

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AIB has been placed at Site-AA within the anomalous furniture storage unit. SCP-AIB is regularly used in interview testing to find out more about the inner workings of Group of Interest: The Factory. During such testing a single D Class is to be escorted to the testing area with Foundation security guarding them. The D Class is to be wearing an explosive collar in case the situation becomes extreme or testing is declared over. 

Description: SCP-AIB is a mattress that looks and feels extremely comfortable but is possessed by a demon and filled to the brim with TRE Radiation. This massive amount of TRE Radiation allows the demon to possess anyone who sleeps on the mattress and influence them to lay there forever to act as the demon’s vessel. From there they will torment and terrorize anyone who is near SCP-AIB. Testing has shown that SCP-AIB has no way of pursuing new victims if no one is around. Furthermore SCP-AIB normally relies on tormenting family members or friends of the victim so should it ever possess someone who is alone or has no connections SCP-AIB will have no one to torment. It is for this reason SCP-AIB is labeled as Object Class Safe.

SCP-AIB was discovered in 1999 when a truck carrying the logo of The Factory was driving out from the middle of the [data expunged] desert. Thankfully it was intercepted by a team form the Exorcist Corps of the Horizon Initiative. They claimed the truck was oddly driven by two deformed rats that were somehow able to stand on their hind feet. They killed the rats and tried to exorcize SCP-AIB though only succeeded in freeing a man who was possessed and then allowing him free. They unfortunately didn’t acquire any information about the man as their target was SCP-AIB though they did note he was extremely rude and ungrateful. 

For years the Horizon Initiative tried to exorcize the SCP-AIB but had no success as the demon was able to use its vast amount of TRE Radiation to resist any exorcist ritual. Since no progress within the HI was made, it was decided to utilize Protocol “United Hands” and negotiated the surrender of SCP-AIB into Foundation custody. Thankfully the negotiations ended well, and the Horizon Initiative ended up not demanding anything in exchange, thus in 2004 SCP-AIB was finally in Foundation custody. 

Testing had shown that the demon within SCP-AIB was aware of GoI: The Factory and had some promising knowledge on the subject. Please see Addendum X-62 for details.

***

Addendum X-62

The following is one of the interviews with SCP-AIB and Dr. Alvik after SCP-AIB has taken a D Class as a host to communicate. Dr. Alvik was specifically requested due to his status as an [data expunged] and his position within the Department of Universal Affairs. 

***

Begin Recording

Dr. Alvik: Yo, can you hear me AIB?

SCP-AIB: I hear you mor… wait… not mortal… [data expunged]?

Dr. Alvik: I don’t associate with my father, so I don’t like that title. 

SCP-AIB: Heh, guess that makes sense he has been losing influence since the world has gotten more… chaotic.

Dr. Alvik: Let’s focus on you, how do you know the Factory, how did you even come to become one of its products? How did they even sell you?

SCP-AIB: Hehehe… I possessed someone about… a while ago, don’t remember when and can’t be fucked to care.

Dr. Alvik: Fine, just continue.

SCP-AIB: Hm, I was just in the middle of being exorcised by those fucking priestess when a large metal building suddenly grew out of the ground and wretched everything.

Dr. Alvik: Wait? Priestess? As in a female priest?

SCP-AIB: Oh right, I think it was a world different from this one, one where christianity was still founded but declared females closer to God than males due to Adam taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit. 

Dr. Alvik: Oh, so you're from another reality where the gender roles are reversed, that’s cool I guess. But what happened next and how did it lead to you ending up here?

SCP-AIB: After the metal building was done forming it started releasing this strange energy, I believe the humans call it radiation. Some people started melting, some died instantly, others mutated, as for my host they melted into the mattress both trapping me in but also allowing me to forever free from the grips of hell. 

Dr. Alvik: Hm, then let me guess the freaks of the Factory started coming out and stealing stuff to make new anomalous items?

SCP-AIB: Pretty much, though the two rats found me personally and brought me to James Anderson. He liked me so much he decided to sell me personally for a test.

Dr. Alvik: A test?

SCP-AIB: The ones who purchased me, he specifically made advertisements for them wanting them to buy the mattress. To see what would happen, especially with the dog. 

Dr. Alvik: The dog?

SCP-AIB: There was a dog there that has peeked Anderson’s Interest, kinda cute little fellow… I really enjoyed making him scream.

Dr. Alvik: The dog screamed?

SCP-AIB: He barked sometimes but he could talk. He also had a smart computer on his roof… it was kinda weird but it was also pretty funny to watch him suffer. At least until he managed to trap me and make a return on his purchase. 

Dr. Alvik: … Strange, I thought the Factory didn’t do refunds.

SCP-AIB: Anderson makes exceptions. 

Dr. Alvik: So Anderson specifically sold you just to mess with a dog that can talk and has… a smart computer?

SCP-AIB: Pretty much.

Dr. Alvik: I see, well that’s all we need to know for now. Go ahead and terminate!

SCP-AIB: Oh, come on, why let the fun end-

The explosive collar on the D Class activates and kills the host instantly. Two MTF units then grab the ropes on the legs of the dead D-Class and drag the body away.

Recording Ends

The Horizon Initiative was questioned on where they found SCP-AIB, after finding the trajectory it was found to have originated from a house in the middle of the [data expunged] desert. The house is populated with an old woman named [data expunged] and her husband [data expunged] as well as their pet dog named Courage. Courage is a small and fat dog that curiously has pink fur and seems to stand on his hind legs often. Most curiously someone mapped the trajectory and saw that SCP-AGD originated from that area as well. The entire area has been placed on the Location of Interest watchlist while the dog Courage has been placed on the Entity of Interest Watchlist.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[borrelia]

angel island is a fantastic paradise with jungle and forest and desert and high mountain biomes. the modern m.e. shrine is most closely associated with the jungle. with any fandombrained realistic-like reading, that means knuckles knows death. ive seen ppl say there would b no predators on angel island fsr? helllooo snakes and hawks and weasels even if you don't count wild canines and felines. small opportunistic pigs and boars and rats and other such rodents. cmahhnn diverse ecological systems like that r gonna have death. hes a nature boy hes used to it. the chao are little babies so theyre exceptions but a dead beast feeds the Island

[boo-moved]

Thank you Ewbie (@bladeofavernus) for taggin me in an OC association game :D~~

tagging @dekarios , @dekariosgale , @courierseis , and @euryalex

For my main guy Komi <3

Animal: Rat!! Despite his name meaning ram - he very much so is rat-coded

Colors: stormy gray, blue, red, and bronze/gold

Month: February - A winter month that is the shortest of them all - only lengthened on a leap year. He has the heart of a child born in the winter alongside howling wolves and fighting hunters. His time is always cut short though....

Songs: Desert Song by MCR, Let It Happen by Tame Impala, and Visitation of the Ghost by The Brobecks (EMOOOO BOYYY)

Number: 7

Plants: Hellebore (haha Gale Mediterranean coded and Komi is a poisonous Mediterranean plant...) Pink Jasmine, or Wisteria

Smells: Jasmine, Myrrh, or lemon and Eucalyptus

Gemstone: Amethyst

Time of day: Dusk

Season: Winter <3

Places: Baldur's Gate beach and docks, the last place he felt home. Yet despite that he hates the sea now- reminds him of where his childhood ended

Food: Anything with a kick or hearty meat- he needs to taste it.

Drinks: Tea.

Element: Fire

Seasonings: Cumin

Sky: The moment at midnight in which one can see all the hues of blue in the sky- moon reflected bright in the inky waves while clouds barely wisp over.

Weather: Snowy or rainy

Magical power: He is a sorcerer- but his favorite to use is chain lightning or fireball...

Weapons: Glaive or staff

Candy: He doesn't like sweets (caramel)

Method of long distance travel: Walking, likes to see everything around him- or just sitting beside someone else driving him, completely in silence as he just looks out.

Artstyle: Heavy detailing and shadows- no colors as he grew up using it to keep himself sane with only a pen.

Fear: Can't be chained or trapped without his magic- and wizards.

Mythological creature: Dragon

Piece of stationary: A yellowed page with burnt edges

Three Emojis: 🐉🎇🔥

Celestial body: Galaxies

[unknown-lifeform]

You know what’s really interesting? That Aerith is a Cetra, she is the last of the beings who share the greatest connection with the Planet, and yet her connection to nature is... tenuous.

Of course there are her flowers, the image of flowers in Aerith’s church is iconic, that’s undeniable. However, she still grew up in the middle of Midgar. The probably greatest metropolis in the world, surrounded by a man-made desert dried out of all life. Crisis Core and Remake even gave Aerith a terror of the sky, which is understandable for someone whose sky was always a metal plate, but it’s insane when you associate it with the girl tied to nature.

And she is the only one of Avalanche who is a true city woman. Cloud, Tifa, Barret, they all come from small towns, Nanaki is from Cosmo Canyon, we don’t know where the other were born but Cid, Vincent, Yuffie, they all traveled, even Reeve has to have left Midgar itself from time to time. Things that all these people would see as normal would be completely alien to Aerith.

Before leaving Midgar, Aerith would have never walked in the woods or in a grassland, it’s even debatable whether she has ever seen a real, healthy tree. The only animals she would have seen would be pets, cats and dogs, and then things like pigeons and rats. She would have never seen a wild rabbit, a deer, a snake, all the species of birds that don’t like to hang around humans. She wouldn’t know what it’s like to walk in the woods and feel fallen leaves crunch under your boots, but she also wouldn’t know any of the less pleasant things, how to avoid poison ivy or that if you sit in the grass during the wrong season you risk every tick in the world swarming to you.

When they first left Midgar, Cloud, Tifa, Barret and Nanaki would all be returning to their element. Small town kids (and cat) leaving behind that metal monstruosity and coming back to grass and birds. Even for Nanaki, the desert dweller, I think a forest would feel more natural than Midgar’s wastes, because the desert around Midgar is truly dead, while Cosmo Canyon’s natural desert is most likely full of lizards and beetles and near immortal plants.

And then we have the Cetra, who would be so much more at ease surrounded by metal. And flowers, yes, but flowers are small and pretty, everyone likes flowers. For all her Cetra powers, Aerith is so utterly disconnected by the vast majority of the Planet, and I can’t imagine her not feeling terrified that she is supposed to somehow be connected by all of this unknown.

[roylustang]

hiiiii HIIII I loved your response and I was so very compelled by your ideas about why keith finds being dirty comforting and it seized me with the thought about how the castle is so Clean and Pristine. and I was thinking about your post about how the Dirt becomes part of you & your environment and I was like ohhh Keith’s shack was probably sooooo fucking dirty and then he gets this castle room that’s sleek white metal and clean nnnn and I think that is extremely unsettling. also also I see your thoughts about keith associating dirtiness with Importance and I would love to add: he was also dirty all the time during a time in his life where there was nobody around. I think for keith “peace & quiet” and “loneliness” are very intertwined (I hc he got bullied a lot at the garrison so while he found so much love in his relationship with shiro he also struggled a lot.) So the desert is this horrible grief but also this profound emptiness and not having anybody to impress or interact with. which I think is in a way comforting. the image of him coming back to the castle covered in dirt and blood and just sitting down in the lounge like that while everyone scrambles to shower is so vivid

also PLEASE tell me about your daddy kogane thoughts you can’t just bait me like that and not tell me. also you are so entirely right. Our combined power can turn keith into the saddest wettest rat ever. The keith suffering between us is powerful . I need to do my job now but yeah thanks for sharing

IM GOING INSAAAANNEEE okay okay okay i guess i mainly have two major thoughts about this.

The first is what you said about peace & quiet and loneliness. Highly believe Keith was getting bullied in the garrison (and even if it wasn’t bullying we all know he had beef with a lot of people/people had a lot of beef with him. He’s not a people person, obviously. He much prefers to be by himself because it’s safer and less stressful). So if we assume then that Keith is happier when there’s peace & quiet that means Keith probably also associates loneliness with happiness which FUCKS ME UP. And I can totally see how this would make his relationship with shiro more difficult, especially in the beginning. But mostly I’m dying thinking about the fact that, grief notwithstanding, Keith ultimately /believes/ he is happier in his lonely shack of sadness (whether or not he actually is). But I also think you’re definitely right that he takes comfort from the idea that there’s no one around to impress or put on an act for. There’s no pressure on him to perform (whether that be as a pilot or just as a normal human being, moreso the latter esp if we’re taking your hc’s into account) WHICH IS IMPORTANT because living like this, Keith feels less encumbered. He feels, perhaps, that living like this (constantly in the desert, constantly in the DIRT, constantly alone) is where he Belongs. This is arguably the most ideal living situation he’s ever been in, at least when there’s no one around to care about him (which has been the majority of his life).

Which leads me to my second thought that not only is suddenly being forced into the immaculate castle with all its sleek and clean furnishings unsettling, it is also signaling to Keith that this is a place where he does Not Belong. This is a place where he will have to continue to put up some kind of facade, especially considering he’s now living with 5 practical strangers (excluding Shiro), one of whom already seems to dislike him for no reason, like most people. And not only that, but especially in the first few days/weeks that they’re living there, Keith is constantly getting things dirty just by existing, which is very hard on him mentally bc it just makes him feel like he’s ruining everything. Because he Doesn’t Belong here in this nice clean place. He is once again a fish out of water.

[leonardalphachurch]

unrebloggable bc this is not finished but do you all want to see my attempts at definitively proving that all of seasons 1-10 takes place on the same planet. it’s. So Much. under a read more bc it’s LONG.

okay so like a month ago i made this chart:

sorry if you can’t read this it’ll all be explained anyway. anyway here’s what i wrote today. when i made the chart i checked references but today was 100% from memory which is why there’s no episode numbers lol. note that i’m using the map names for zanzibar, high ground and rat’s nest, though those are not their canon names. i’ll probably replace them if i ever finish this.

BLOOD GULCH -> RAT’S NEST: In season 6, episode , Sarge leaves Blood Gulch and arrives to Rat’s Nest on a warthog

(NOTE: Wash is explicitly stated to have to downgrade his armor to go back to BGC, while Sarge seemingly upgrades without comment. Is this a diegetic change? Shrug.)

RAT’S NEST -> BLOOD GULCH: In season 6 episode , Sarge, Grif, and Simmons leave Rat’s Nest and arrive to Zanzibar on a warthog.

ZANZIBAR -> BLOOD GULCH: In season 3, episode , Sarge, Grif, Simmons and Donut leave Zanzibar and arrive to Blood Gulch on a warthog and a ghost, respectively. In season 4, episode , Church leaves Zanzibar and arrives to Blood Gulch presumably on foot.

ZANZIBAR -> QUEST: Throughout season 4, Tucker, Caboose, Andy and the alien walk from Zanzibar through all the various locations associated with the quest (Great Burning Plains, Great Swamp, Great Freezing Plains).

QUEST -> BLOOD GULCH: In season 4 episode , the quest crew leave from the final quest location and arrive back to Blood Gulch presumably on foot.

ZANZIBAR -> DESERT: In season 10, episode , the entire BGC leave Zanzibar and arrive to the desert on warthogs.

DESERT -> STORAGE: In season 8, episode , Caboose and Epsilon walk/float from the desert to the offsite storage unit. In episode , Sarge, Grif, Simmons and Tucker also NEED TO CHECK THIS I FORGET

STORAGE -> SIDEWINDER: In season 8, episode , Tex and Church NEED TO CHECK . In episode , Wash, Meta, and Doc also NEED TO CHECK on a warthog.

(NOTE: Sidewinder is stated o be an ice planet in season 1, episode , as well as seemingly shown to be an ice planet in season 10 episode . Whether or not Sidewinder is on a separate planet is up for interpretation.)

DESERT -> YORK DEATH: In season 10, episode , Carolina and Epsilon leave the desert and arrive to the site of York’s death on a mongoose.

YORK DEATH -> NORTH DEATH: In Recovery One, episode , Wash leaves York’s death site and arrives to North’s death site on a warthog

NORTH DEATH -> CITY (R1): In Recovery One, episode , Wash and South leave North’s death site via warthog, which we later see with them when they are in the city. NEED TO CHECK THIS.

(NOTE: The city where York and Tex meet in Out of Mind is never shown to be traveled to or from, therefore cannot be confirmed to be on the same planet. I believe it is a valid interpretation to assume the city in Recovery One is the same as the city in Out of Mind, but this is speculative and unconfirmed.)

YORK DEATH -> VALHALLA: In season 10, episode , Carolina and Epsilon leave York’s death site and arrive to Valhalla on a mongoose

VALHALLA -> DESERT: In season 7, episode , Sarge, Simmons, and Caboose travel from Valhalla to the desert via warthog, through the water. In season 8, episode , NEED TO CHECK

DESERT -> VALHALLA: In season 8, episode , Sarge and Grif drive from the desert to Valhalla via Warthog. In episode , Church and Caboose NEED TO CHECK. In season 10, the BGC travels from the desert to Valhalla via warthog. NEED TO CHECK ALL OF THIS

VALHALLA -> STORAGE: In season 10 they go from Valhalla to the storage unit but i really don’t remember the exact sequence. they end in valhalla, so do they go back and forth? NEED TO CHECK

VALHALLA -> COMMAND: In season 6, episode , the guys travel from Valhalla to Command via tank.

(NOTE: There is the possibility to connect Command to Zanzibar, though it’s speculative. In season 10, episode , the cast travels from the place the UNSC is storing Epsilon to Zanzibar via warthogs. Both Command and the UNSC storage facility use parts of the Halo map “Standoff” to portray their exteriors. However, the UNSC storage facility uses the map “Orbital” for its interior while Command uses a variety of other maps. For example part of command uses the map “High Ground,” which is the base Church was at for 14 months between seasons 5 and 6. This shows that simply using the parts of the same map is not enough to be considered proof of two places being the same location. Therefore it cannot be confirmed whether or not it should be Command or a separate storage location that connects to Zanzibar.)

VALHALLA -> HIGH GROUND: In season 6, episode , Church, Wash, and Caboose travel from Valhalla to High Ground via mongooses. NEED TO CHECK

HIGH GROUND -> VALHALLA: In season 6, episode , Church states that he, Wash, and Caboose walked from High Ground to Valhalla.

HIGH GROUND -> ZANZIBAR: In season 6, episode , The Meta leaves High Ground on a mongoose which is later seen at Zanzibar. NEED TO CHECK

The places that remain unconnected to the rest of the planet are Battle Creek and the city in Out of Mind. Battle Creek is only accessed via teleporter and the OoM city has already been explained. There’s also the teleporter nexus but I don’t consider that a. place. though anyway it is only accessible via teleporter.

so uh. yeah. this is what i do with my time.