#anime 895

[alphynix]

Trilobozoans (also known as triradialomorphs) are some of the more enigmatic members of the Ediacaran biota. In the past their unique three-way-symmetrical body plan was interpreted as linking them to groups like sponges, cnidarians, or echinoderms, but currently they're considered to be their own weird little phylum with uncertain evolutionary affinities, classified no more specifically than "probably some sort of early eumetazoan animal".

Lobodiscus tribrachialis is a newly-described member of this mysterious lineage. It lived in warm shallow marine waters covering what is now Southwestern China, and with an age of around 546 million years it's currently the youngest known trilobozoan, extending the group's time range by several million years.

About 3.7cm in diameter (~1.5"), it had the characteristic trilobozoan disc-shaped shield-like body, with a central depression surrounded by three triradially-symmetric lobes with branching ridges and grooves.

Its body would have been soft but fairly rigid, and it's not clear if it was capable of moving over the seafloor or if it had a more static lifestyle. Like its relative Tribrachidium it was probably a filter feeder, with the grooves on its surface directing water flow towards the central depression – and this surface ornamentation may also have been covered with cilia that actively caught and transported suspended food particles.

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References:

Ivantsov, A. Yu, and M. A. Zakrevskaya. "Trilobozoa, Precambrian tri-radial organisms." Paleontological Journal 55 (2021): 727-741. https://doi.org/10.1134/S0031030121070066

Ivantsov, Andrey, Aleksey Nagovitsyn, and Maria Zakrevskaya. "Traces of locomotion of Ediacaran macroorganisms." Geosciences 9.9 (2019): 395. https://doi.org/10.3390/geosciences9090395

Hall, C. M. S., et al. "The short-lived but successful tri-radial body plan: a view from the Ediacaran of Australia." Australian Journal of Earth Sciences 67.6 (2020): 885-895. https://doi.org/10.1080/08120099.2018.1472666

Rahman, Imran A., et al. "Suspension feeding in the enigmatic Ediacaran organism Tribrachidium demonstrates complexity of Neoproterozoic ecosystems." Science Advances 1.10 (2015): e1500800. https://doi.org/10.1126/sciadv.1500800

Zhao, Mingsheng, et al. "A putative triradial macrofossil from the Ediacaran Jiangchuan Biota." Iscience 27.2 (2024). https://doi.org/10.1016/j.isci.2024.108823

Wikipedia contributors. “Lobodiscus.” Wikipedia, 29 Mar. 2024, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobodiscus

Wikipedia contributors. “Trilobozoa.” Wikipedia, 10 Mar. 2024, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trilobozoa

[syoddeye]

the warren

price x reader | 895 words

had the overwhelming urge to write creepy!price. this is the result. not closely edited, apologies.

CW: blood (mentioned), hunting (mentioned/implied), theft, stalking

Bare footprints, neat impressions set into the loam ringing the lake. They veered left to the woods, to the direction of the climb leading to meadows.

Where'd you run now?

The signs of her trail are near invisible in the night - disturbed foliage and snapped twigs - but not to him. Crouching at the edge where the prints disappear into the underbrush, he sees dark droplets of blood, wet, painting leaf and root. He wipes one off of a stone, brings it to his mouth, and runs the pad of his finger over his gums and tongue. Salt and metal, the very things she tried to use to keep him out, keep him away.

The very things he had developed a taste for.

John admires her spirit, even with his plan to snuff out that independence. Her frenzied escape only heightened his anticipation for when he'd catch her.

Run, rabbit, run.

~~ Three months earlier ~~

John knew the day he spied her trespassing at the hutch that her hands were clean. Soft and unsullied. Not a speck of dirt under her fingernails. Polite and easy with her apologies, lips parting to show a pink tongue and good teeth.

She saw the cat, followed it over the unmarked property line, and then spotted the colony in its enclosure.

"You like animals?" 

"Yes, who doesn't?"

"Come see the kittens, then."

She trailed after him, around the side of the shophouse and back to the business side. He held his tongue when she observed none of the lots on the road bracketing the bay were fenced.

Fences were unnecessary this far out. Everything, everyone, knew their place. Knew where they were not allowed to tread without invitation. Everyone except her, apparently.

A newcomer to this neck of the woods.

She crouched, peered into the plastic, straw-filled tub on the porch, and watched the week-old creatures half-blindly search for their mother. The heat lamp was a functional substitute while the queen was out filling her belly.

"So, this is your shop?" She brushed herself off when she stood, eyeing the store's interior through the front windows.

"Mhm."

"Are you closed?"

"For lunch, as of five minutes ago."

"Oh."

He sighed. "But I can delay my meal. C'mon."

"Thank you, I promise I won't take long."

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She takes ten minutes. John leans against the back counter, steel thermos down to the dregs of the morning's coffee. The basket in the crook of her arm carries a week's worth of canned and dry goods. She presents it with a small smile and digs into a pocket for her cardholder.

He rings her up, poking through the haul. In addition to the sundry of foodstuff, there are basic toiletries, insect repellent, a lighter, and a pack of twelve-hour candles. She adds a pair of cheap red sunglasses from the revolving display. They do not make it into the final total.

"Can I ask what brings an Englishman here?" She asks after handing over a wad of cash, setting her wallet down to take the tag off of the sunglasses.

Like clockwork. Always the same question with every new face.

"Retirement," He cards through the bills and makes change. "And you? Visiting?"

"I'm renting for the summer."

He smirks and closes the cash drawer. Holding out what she's owed over a manicured hand, he tilts his head slightly. "Would that be the old Warren place? Or the Lakeshore Arms?" He drops the money.

A few coins slip through the cracks of her fingers, clattering sharply against the formica, some ricocheting to the floor at her sandaled feet.

"Limited housing supply here, least longer term," John explains, making no move to assist other than lazily pushing a quarter back across the counter.

She scrambles to collect the scattered tender, resurfacing from the other side of the counter with a sheepish look beneath her brow, clearly flustered. "The Warren place."

"Hm. Need a bag?"

"No, thanks," She says, smiling tight when she pulls two canvas bags from the sling over her chest. She drops the items into each bag inelegantly. Cans settle atop the loaf of white bread, and the bug spray slots snugly next to the toothpaste.

Never bagged her own groceries before, I'll bet.

She grabs her wallet. "Are there…any other stores nearby?"

"Next place is two towns over. About an hour and a ten-minute drive, forty-five minutes if you speed," John leans back, arms crossing. I assure you, though, the store's got everything you need right here. And if it doesn't…All you need to do is ask."

It's heavy-handed. He knows. But it's better to plant the seed now and let it take root.

"I'll keep that in mind," She sets the sunglasses atop her head and turns to leave, only to spot the short stack of bagged deer corn near the door. One hand on the door, she takes a closer look. "Aw, I didn't know you could feed the deer like this."

His mouth slowly curls. "It's bait, sweetheart."

The instant drop in her expression sends a wicked thrill down his spine.

When she leaves, he watches her hurry down the road through the glass. He flips the sign on the door again: Out to lunch. 

John fishes her ID card out of his pocket, murmurs her name, and looks back at her retreating form.

You're a long way from home, rabbit.

[gcslingss]

hello👀👀 kinda nervous sending this bec idrk how you send prompt asks but.... for the gentleness prompts that you reblogged, would you like to do recovery with luke glanton, or breathe for officer k?

thank you for this request omg ive been wanting to write for k for so long

i havent watched place beyod the pines yet, so i went with option 2 :)

hope you enjoy!!! <3

real | officer k.

prompt: breathe (find the prompt list here)

summary: he wishes he could tell you all the things you made him feel, but there just weren't enough words for it.

pairing: officer k x gn!reader (slightly inclined to fem but maybe it's just me)

warnings/content: swearing, weapons (gun), gunshots, death of an animal, death of a character, slight violence, kissing, lots of touching, albert camus mention, so many thoughts :)))

word count: 895

notes: ngl this stuff hits hard, even if I do say so myself - k just needs some love poor guy :( also thank you @laff-nelson for requesting, i really enjoyed writing this! hope you like ittt <3

“Don’t - you don’t have to do this, I know you can-“

“I’m sorry.”

There was a void look on Officer K’s face when he shot the old replicant down, and watched his body thud on the floor. 

The chained dog on the side started to howl, scratching at the floor to get closer to its dead owner. It was thin, barely skin and bones, but it seemed loyal.

He has a pet, I’ve gathered, he remembered Lt. Joshi saying. If you see it, kill it.

The dog seemed to know it’s end was near. It ceased to bark and looked up at him. It looked as if it was begging.

He raised his arm with practised aim.

If you see it, kill it.

K didn’t mean for his eyes to close when he shot the animal.

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“Your baseline is admirable, but not your best, K.”

K lowered his head. “I apologize, ma’am. I-“

“Was it because of the dog?”

There was silence. K looked up, only just meeting Joshi’s eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but she spoke before he could.

“You’re a fucking Blade Runner, K,” she said, staring rather uninmpressedly at him. “This is pathetic.”

K’s skin prickled. A heavy feeling of guilt weighed down in his stomach. He didn’t divert his gaze, but only because he was far too ashamed to do anything.

He didn’t like being disappointing her in any way. It hurt. That was the only way he could describe it.

For a moment, he felt like the dog he killed.

Obedient. Loyal. Docile.

At the mercy of his owner.

“I apologize, ma’am,” he said again, but quietly.

Joshi waved a dismissive hand. K nodded, and exited the office.

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K was tired.

Tired of what, he wasn’t sure. But he could feel the exhaustion heavy on his shoulders, in his mind, his synthetic joints sore.

K unlocked the door to his house and stepped in, noticing only the dining area’s lights were switched on. He peeked, and saw you sitting at the table, reading something.

You looked up from the book and when your eyes met his, your face lit up in a way that caused his heart to flutter, his shoulders to relax, lips automatically pulling into a smile that spoke to yours.

“Hey,” you said, keeping the book aside and walking over to him. 

“Hi.”

You observed him for a moment, and he knew nothing escaped your scrutiny, but he hoped you wouldn’t say anything.

And you didn’t, only reaching to remove his coat, placing it on one of the chairs, before giving him another one of your lovely smiles.

“I’m not hungry today,” he said, glancing at the utensils on the table. “Is that alright?”

You looked taken aback, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

“I’m gonna get a shower.”

“Okay.”

He kissed your temple, before walking to his room.

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When K stepped out of the shower, he felt bad.

He’d gone over the conversation he’d had with you earlier, and he was sure he’d been unnecessarily rude, and crisp.

You were always there for him. It wasn’t fair for him to do that.

He could see you sitting in bed, still reading the plainly covered book, and his breathing eased.

K removed the towel round his waist and threw it on the bed, before changing into his clothes that you had got him a few days ago, telling him it would be comfortable to wear while sleeping.

He crawled into the covers beside you, hand instinctively taking yours.

You squeezed it and leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You seem to really like the book,” he said. “What is it?”

“The Stranger, by Albert Camus,” you replied, as you closed it and kept it under your pillow. “It’s an old book.”

“Hmm.”

You got closer to him, sitting up straighter, letting his arm rest on the covers over your thigh. 

You seemed to be drinking him in, your gaze drifting over his face. 

“You alright?” you asked casually. 

K nodded, managing a smile.

You smiled back, but your eyes were still concerned.

I don’t think you are, they seemed to say.

K couldn’t help but wonder at times like these how you ever ended up here, with him, in his house. He wondered why you loved him so much, a replicant with bloody hands, a synthetic being made to obey. 

How you, a human, ever found him, a skinner to be enough for you.

But then your hands glided across his cheek to stroke his hair so lovingly, so gently, and every such doubt disintegrated, his mind only aware of your touch, your affection.

“K,” you whispered, a soft plea. 

Things like this made him feel real.

When his fingers found purchase in your hair, pulling you close enough that your bodies were pressed against each other, he felt real.

When his mouth pressed against yours in a soft yet feverish kiss, his lips tingling with heat, he felt real.

When he heard you mumble "oh," and clutch onto the neckline of his shirt, head tilting into the kiss, nails faintly scratching against his skin, he felt real.

When he felt your arms wrap around his back and embrace him like he meant the world to you, he felt real.

Every fibre of him felt real.

And he could never thank you enough for that.

tagging: @laff-nelson @hollandstrophyhusband @hollandsbabygirl @zsuo @bimbocoreblonde @barbiehandlrr @fleursial @officer-kd6 @webbo0

[judasgot-it]

Fem! Jouno x Fem! Reader

I saw someone say they wanted fem! Jouno x Fem! reader so here's a drabble of it. This is just something real quick, nothing serious

895 word count

The rain sounded peaceful underneath your umbrella.

It was clear plastic, and watching the raindrops fall down in waves made your legs feel heavier than they needed to be.

The routine was the same - stand and wait for the bus at fuck o'clock in the morning, before even the sun rose up. The only ones who were there to greet you would be the street lights and the most unsettling woman you'd ever met.

She kept her eyes closed always, and would smile as if there was something funny she was thinking about. The one time you had asked, she had said she thought about the car crash she heard three streets over, and thought it was hilarious.

Her laugh was pretty.

But today she was late. Not the worst thing, as the bus was usually late as well.

It made your heart ache a little though, at the thought of not seeing her. She was a nice sight in the shitty street lights and broken concrete - her hair was pitch-perfect compared to it, as if she was making up for how ugly the streets had become.

It almost made you jealous. But it also made you want to kiss her.

The thoughts were conflicting, so instead you would rather think about your dull step-by-step routine.

Get on the bus, walk to work, take the stairs, get in your office...

Easier to think about than how beautiful that woman was. She made it look so easy. She made your thoughts go in directions you never thought about - you wanted to be a man sometimes, just because of her.

"You selfish bitch. Aren't you going to share?"

A wet hand slapped your chest - right where the underwire dug at your chest, making you jump up.

You nearly fell over as a wet ghost stumbled into your personal space - her white hair wet and sticking against her head, looking dark as it pulled together into strands down on her skull.

Her mascara had began to run, with her lipstick smeared.

She looked messy and rushed.

"Sorry." You gave half of your umbrella's shade to her, letting your shoulder be drenched in the cold rain. The woman huffed, her smeared face scrunched up as if this was your own fault.

You wanted to apologize again just because of that.

She didn't bother to say anything more, squeezing her uniform out against the wet pavement - it did nothing, only creating wrinkles against the already wet fabric.

It was the same uniform she wore everyday, now sticking against her body tightly. Maybe you were a pervert, but you couldn't help but stare as it pulled tightly against her waist - she looked gorgeous even underneath her clothes, and it was hard to say anything knowing that.

Did women always make you think this much?

"Do you need a napkin? Your makeup looks a little off."

You felt stupid for saying that, but she looked up at you, as if surprised.

"Is it?" Her eyes were still closed, and there was a strange element to her voice that you couldn't pinpoint. Her face had turned a shade of pink, turning away as if she was trying to discern just by her thoughts alone if what you had said was true.

"Um. Yeah. Just a little bit." It was an understatement. Her face looked like she had splattered her makeup on with a single brush and called it a day.

With a gentle hand, you took her chin and brought her closer towards you. Her face said nothing, but you had to stop yourself from almost spitting as her eyes opened slightly, staring right through you.

It was like a staring contest, making your movements painful as you brought your old fast food napkin across her face, as gentle as you could be with her skin as you tried to bring her beauty out again.

Like being stared down by a wild animal and trying to clip their nails, gently stroking her skin in simple motions, washing the pain away.

It felt like forever.

Maybe it was a minute at most.

"Do I look ok now?" She sounded unbothered, even as her eyes stared holes straight through your skull. It was electrifying, and you stared between her forehead to give her the illusion that you were making eye contact.

"You look beautiful."

An honest answer - even without any makeup, she was absolutely stunning. Maybe you had a crush, because you found yourself staring at parts of her face that weren't meant for another woman's eyes. But you indulged anyway, given how she seemed to only stare straight ahead, as if in a deep contemplation.

Slowly, a smile pulled across her face. A real one, that was honest and pulled at small lines against her eyes.

Her irises never moved to look towards yours.

"If I could see you, I might say the same. But I hope you know that the sound of your blood is absolutely delightful."

She turned her face away, as if her sentence wasn't an unsettling statement in an empty place with such gloomy weather.

If it weren't for the fact that she was so beautiful, and you felt so comfortable, you might have felt more scared than you should. Instead, you only returned her smile as if she did see it, stepping a little closer to share your warmth.

finally writing some lesbians. might write more...

[ddrqoyote]

173 Influential SCPs

I went to SCPper, found the most upvoted articles by users who've made at least one SCP, and sorted by time. These aren't necessarily the 173 best articles on the site, but I think they're likely to be the most influential. Longtime fans have probably read most or all of these but maybe this could be a starting point for newcomers.

I think sorting by time is important because the Foundation's been around almost 17 years. Writers come and go, trends come and go, new writers are influenced by what came before, and later articles are often longer and more complex than earlier ones. Just sorting by most upvoted bounces you around time; on the main wiki you read mostly series 1 articles then get dunked into SCP-5000. I hope this is a more natural progression, and that by the end people have more context for what's going on.

Using upvotes from writers only is important because the more writers like an article, the more likely later SCPs are to be influenced by it, so those articles are more likely to be important for understanding the wiki as a whole.

I might do an alternate version of this list that replaces the extremely long articles with shorter SCPs.

If you have trouble understanding one of the articles (some of the later ones get LONG), look it up on r/SCPDeclassified. If you would prefer audio narration/explanations, The Exploring Series and TheVolgun are both excellent. And of course, make sure to look in the sidebar on the wiki for guides, lists and explanations.

SERIES IV AND LATER ARE IN REBLOGS DUE TO TUMBLR'S POST LIMIT

Series I Era

SCP-173 - The Sculpture - The Original

SCP-093 - Red Sea Object

SCP-294 - The Coffee Machine

SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile

SCP-055 - [unknown]

SCP-914 - The Clockworks

SCP-085 - Hand-drawn "Cassy"

SCP-184 - The Architect

SCP-231 - Special Personnel Requirements

SCP-990 - Dream Man

SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster

SCP-835 - Expunged Data Released

SCP-701 - The Hanged King's Tragedy

SCP-586 - Inscribable Object

SCP-610 - The Flesh that Hates

Log of Anomalous Items Vol I

SCP-087 - The Stairwell

SCP-049 - Plague Doctor

Revised Entry

Document Recovered from the Marianas Trench

SCP-426 - I am a Toaster

SCP-096 - The "Shy Guy"

SCP-106 - The Old Man

SCP-140 - An Incomplete Chronicle

Kill 682

SCP-001-Bright - The Factory

SCP-666-J - The Roaring Flames of Hell

SCP-895 - Camera Disruption

SCP-5308-J - The Collection

SCP-8900-EX - Sky Blue Sky

black white black white black white black white black white gray

Eldritch Application

Nobody Knows

SCP-871 - Self-Replacing Cake

SCP-001-Mann - The Spiral Path

Series II Era

SCP-1000 - Bigfoot

SCP-902 - The Final Countdown

SCP-993 - Bobble the Clown

Transcript of Dr. Clef's seminar, "Reality Benders and You: How to Survive When Existence Doesn't."

SCP-001-Swann - The Database

Bees

SCP-006-J - WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING

10:30 A.M.

Ethics Committee Orientation

SCP-1959 - The Lost Cosmonaut

SCP-____-J - Procrastinati

SCP-1048 - Builder Bear

SCP-001-EX-J - Records of the CKG Gathering

SCP-1893 - The Minotaur's Tale

SCP-1983 - Doorway to Nowhere

SCP-1733 - Season Opener

SCP-1230 - A Hero is Born

SCP-1322 - Glory Hole

SCP-1370 - Pesterbot

SCP-1193 - Buried Giant

SCP-1545 - Larry the Loving Llama

SCP-1981 - "RONALD REAGAN CUT UP WHILE TALKING"

SCP-even number-J - An [Adjective] [Animal]

SCP-1867 - A Gentleman

SCP-1609 - The Remains of a Chair

SCP-1440 - The Old Man from Nowhere

SCP-1425 - Star Signals

SCP-1173 - The Islamic Republic of Eastern Samothrace

SCP-1171 - Humans Go Home

SCP-1678 - UnLondon

UIU Orientation

SCP-1437 - A Hole to Another Place

SCP-1958 - Magic Bus

Quiet Days

Why Change?

SCP-186 - To End All Wars

Treats

SCP-348 - A Gift from Dad

SCP-1295 - Meg's Diner

SCP-1342 - To the Makers of Music

SCP-1504 - Joe Schmo

The Executions of Doctor Bright

SCP-1471 - MalO ver1.0.0

The Young Man

wowwee go kill ursefl

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #895

All of Mike Christy's (ArtistMike) animated Sesame Street segments were made using Deluxe Paint on his Amiga 1000.

Source:

"CatsHateRain2 Edited." Mike C. YouTube. September 21, 2012.

[sagaedling]

Qianshanornis

It’s so hard to imagine what an animal looks like with only some feet to go off of, but I’m repeatedly in awe of how scientists can get so much information out of just a few fossilised bones.

Sources and stuff under the cut.

Most facts come from this article:

Gerald Mayr , Jian Yang , Eric De Bast , Cheng-Sen Li & Thierry Smith (2013): A Strigogyps-like bird from the middle Paleocene of China with an unusual grasping foot, Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, 33:4, 895-901

I’ve also looked at some paleoart for reference:

“The other terror birds - Cariamiformes” by Artbyjrc (Deviantart)

@alphynix’s illustration of Qianshanornis

I’ve also looked at a lot of pictures of seriemas for this. It’s basically a seriema with funky feet tbh…

[too-destiny-panda]

Day 10: Tav

A/N: I feel like this is a little all over the place (just like me when I see Wyll content), but I really can't be normal about my Tav and Wyll together. Prompts belong to @sagscrib

WC: 895

Out of all the things the Blade of Frontiers expected to encounter on this journey to rid himself of the illithid tadpole he had been forced to let into his skull, admiration was not one of those things. Fear, disgust, occasional laughter, and ridiculous moments, maybe even pride, sure. But admiration so deep it almost crossed into the practically uncharted territory of adoration? No. It was so far down the list of options he didn’t even consider it one. How foolish of him, with all those story books he used to rea, he really should have known better than to assume such emotions wouldn’t fins a way to wriggle themselves into the midst of life-threatening events.

Hi first encounter with Tav was rather eventful, as he joined forces with a group of strangers to ward off a band of goblins. Usually, such a small number of enemies would pose no problems to him, but since his infection, he found himself weaker than before his pact. And in the way some of the newcomers seemed to struggle with their spellcasting or footwork, as if their muscle memory was forcing them to do something they were no longer capable of doing, it was clear he wasn’t the only one. Of course, he didn’t connect the dots until after their parasites so rudely interrupted their introductions for the sake of uncalled for mind reading.

When he had joined their party, he was still neutral about the unspoken leader. He had no information about them other than some kind interactions with the children he witnessed them take part in before talking to him, and although it let him know they weren’t entirely heartless, he witnessed many instances where a villain had a soft spot for children and still did horrible things. It wasn’t until their goodness was projected in a consistent way did he let himself take a more open liking to them.

At first, he thought nothing of how close they were getting, believing it to be camaraderie between two people in a dire situation trying to make the best of it. Sure, they were good-looking, but having eyes didn’t mean he was looking in that way. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself, anyways. Still, he was glad to call them a friend, even more so after he was punished for doing the right thing and had his entire physiology changed because of it. They were there to make him feel better, even offering (in his eyes), empty flattery, that still alleviated some of the darker thoughts plaguing his mind.

And then he began to catch himself admiring them, truly seeing the person behind those kind words and heroic actions worthy of song. And he didn’t mean that in a bad way, oh most certainly not. He simply began to notice details about them that fit into their personality like puzzle pieces. Details that maybe new friends wouldn’t notice. Like the way they had a penchant for nature jewellery. Such as the sunflower earing they always kept in a small pouch on them, or the bracelet that seemed to imitate blueberries they tucked under their armour. The way they always smiled at the sight of an animal and did some baby talk under their breath before catching themselves, looking around to make sure no-one hear that. He always managed to look away just in time.

The way they would move in a way intimately familiar to him from all his dance lessons. Their slight accent that no-one seemed to be able to place. The complaints and curses they would mutter in what he assumes were several different languages as they tried to unsuccessfully weave a flower crown for Silfy. All those things added up until he laid awake in his tent one night, contemplating when friendship and mutual respect became a want, a desire for something more. When he began to wish for kisses under the moonlight, for the feel of their hand in his as they sat around the campfire. He tossed and turned, trying to banish such loving and decidedly unfriendly thoughts from his mind. He didn’t sleep much that night.

They never talked much about themselves, only a few mentions of their previous life here and there, more set on helping and listening to their companions, no matter how differently they viewed the world. It was clear they had some basis in diplomacy with he way they defused the situation between him and Karlach, and how they managed to keep Shadowheart and Lae’zel from killing each other. He pegged Tav for a city person, possible upper class due to their equipment of the finest quality, but their knowledge about nature, survival, and basic medicine, as well as their frugality, told a different story. When they began summoning a hawk to their shoulder, he became quite confused, the world of nobles and rangers clashing once again to make up the lovely person in front of him.

And it wasn’t until they danced together, until they held each other for comfort in the Shadow cursed lands where they whispered memories to alleviate the thought of their surroundings and he drifted off to sleep, did he have a passing thought that they reminded him of someone. At a masquerade, where the most enchanting dance partner he ever had laughed as they said they loved sunflowers.

[winniethewife]

It's time that you won.

(Llewyn Davis x OC!Rose Thorne)

Chapter 10: You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words:895

Audrey Lillian Davis. She was born on a warm spring evening, when Llewyn Held her for the first time, He felt everything change. This little girl meant everything to him. He would do anything for her. He would do everything for her. He would die for her. He would live for her. As the months passed by her eyes would darken to match her father’s eyes and she would grow a shock of red hair. Llewyn and Rose took to parenting with some struggle. Their unusual lifestyle as musicians lead to them having a lot of time with their young girl. She had first learned to crawl around at the studio as Rose and Llewyn began work on their next record. She sat up for the first time while trying to watch her father play a song. She learned to walk while clutching tightly to her mother’s bell bottoms. She was humming a tune before she had spoken a word. She was a happy child, and they were so enchanted and in love with her.

Llewyn had just gotten her out of the bath and was starting to get her ready for bed as she looked up at him with her soulful brown eyes. He smiled at her. She was the light of his life now. Just over a year old and she had made everything change. Everything was better. This was the tomorrow He was promised. He started to care less about the number of records sold, and more about the number of words she could say. Mama, Daddy, Cat, Music, She was gaining them faster and faster. He carefully used the towel to dry off the top of her head. Humming softly as he gently put her in her clean diaper and walked her over to her bedroom where Rose was sitting in the rocking chair, their orange tabby cat, rusty curled up in her lap. Llewyn looked over at his wife and smiled softly. He opened his mouth to say something but Audrey piped up first.

“Mama!” She chirped. Llewyn looked at his daughter and laughed.

“Well, I guess you’re sick of daddy huh?” He joked.

“You know she’s a daddy’s girl at heart darling.” Rose says smiling as she gets up out of the chair, the cat looking mildly offended for being displaced before wandering off. Rose took Audrey from her husband and held her up, rubbing her nose affectionately against the little girls. “Ready for bed sweetie?” She asked with a smile. Audrey yawned and stretched. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Rose laughed and kissed her daughter on the forehead. She put her in her crib, as Llewyn stood next to her, putting an arm around her as they looked down on their child.

“She’s perfect.” he whispered. Squeezing her slightly. Rose rests her head on his shoulder. She reaches to spin the mobile. As the small animals spun around above their child Llewyn begins to sing softly. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray…” His low melodic voice brings Audrey’s eyes to focus on her parents. Rose joins him in quiet harmony

“You'll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away” As they sang, Audrey’s eyes flutter shut and she slowly falls asleep. Once they are sure she has fallen asleep they both tip-toe out of the room and walk out to the living room. Sitting down on the couch as they take a sigh of relief. Llewyn looks over at his wife and smiles.

“You’re amazing.” He mumbles. His eyes full of love and adoration. She looks at him and laughs slightly.

“Yeah? Any particular reason?” She asked with a smirk.

“No, just you being the best wife and mother any man could ever ask for.” He leans in as he says this and kisses her cheek with a smile. 

“Oh! Well then, I guess I’m pretty good at that.” She chuckles. Llewyn pulls her in for an embrace.

“I have a question for you Sunshine.” He muses.

“And what might that be?” She snuggled in close to him.

“What do you think….about having another one?” He asked with a slight hesitation.

“Another Baby?” She does a slight double take.

“Yeah, I mean, maybe not right now but…at some point.” He runs his fingers through her hair as he talks about their future in a way they would have never thought possible just a year before.

“I mean…I wouldn’t object. Maybe this time we could have a little boy?” She takes his hand in hers, running her fingers across his knuckles as they sit together.

“Yeah, Maybe. That might be nice…What would we name him?” he rests his head on hers.

“Hmmm…What about, Giles?”

“Giles? Where did that one come from?” He asks with a slight chuckle

“It’s a family name. I had a great uncle who was named Giles.” She explains.

“Hm. It’s not a bad name.” He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. “If we have another kid we might need a bigger place.”

“You’re right…well hopefully this next album sells well, and we could move to a bigger place.” She brings his and to her lips and kisses it gently. Llewyn looks down at her. He never imagined in his whole life, he would be this happy.

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37 posts created (2%)

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#5

been forever since I last sketched them for myself :D

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#4

Commission for @anime based off Starbright by Dabin! Shawn has always been really fun to do commissions for (his song recs never miss and BOY does this song really make my heart ache thinking about killugon again). Thanks again for commissioning me Shawn!! ;w;

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#3

a double confession on valentine's day!! :D

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#2

Alright! I wanna talk about my thought process behind this crazy detailed piece I made for the hxh adventures zine in 2018! Get ready for plenty of closeups and references.

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Caption: ROBIN

Booklet Description: 7. ROBIN and YOUNG When March comes in the northern and central States, the Robin's song is heard once more and Spring is not far away. This song, famous for its cheerful quality, is a loud, clear carol going up and down the scale, that changes to a wailing cry when danger threatens its young. The Robin will swoop down on a prowling cat menacing a young Robin fallen from its nest shrieking and screaming incessantly, and actually striking the animal with its beak. If other birds join in they may chase the cat away. The Robin is most often seen hopping over a lawn in search of earthworms. It cocks its head as if listening to the worm move underground, then pounces. A familiar scene is the Robin having a regular tug-of-war, heaving and pulling at a worm stretched twice its normal size. The Robin's eggs are always in style--their color is always the fashionable "Robin's egg blue."

Brand: View-Master Packet Title: Wild Birds of North America Reel Title: Wild Birds of North America Reel Subtitle: In Natural Habitat - III Reel Number: 895-C Reel Edition: N/A Image Number: 7 Date: 1955

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Fall From Grace (Nanami Kento)

by carina_mon Nanami Kento, a seasoned jujutsu sorcerer, has long resigned himself to a life without love, haunted by the disappearance of the woman he loved. Her absence left a void that could never be filled, not only in Nanami but also within the Tokyo jujutsu sorcerer's society. However, a startling revelation shatters the prevailing narrative surrounding her disappearance. As the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons unfolds, the woman makes an unexpected reappearance, casting a web of mystery over her sudden return and the truth behind her enigmatic absence. Words: 895, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Getou Suguru, Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru, Zenin Maki, Ieiri Shoko, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Kamo Noritoshi, Zenin Naoya Relationships: Nanami Kento/Reader, Nanami Kento/You, Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Enemy Lovers, Angst, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Sweethearts, Protective Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Soft Nanami Kento, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru via https://ift.tt/6uHmxg7

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Safe Space

safe space by shaking crying vibing

Midoriya helps Todoroki recover from the minor trauma of having to deal with Endeavor pretending to be a parental figure.

Words: 895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Mentioned Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, can be read as platonic or romantic, Cuddling

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There's Nothing Holding Me Back (Shinbaku)

There's Nothing Holding Me Back (Shinbaku) by Despoena cass27

Shinsou thoughts leaving one of his scrunchies in Bakugou's dorm would be funny. He didn't expect it to lead his favourite explosive blonde to confess feelings.

Words: 895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Scrunchies, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Little Shit, Bakugou Katsuki is Good at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Mess, Shinsou Hitoshi is Whipped, Love Confessions, Confessions, How Do I Tag, i love these gay bois, Gay, Everyone Is Gay, Canon Gay Character, idc what ppl say they are both gay, Inspired by a Shawn Mendes Song, Song: There's Nothing Holding Me Back (Shawn Mendes), The Author Regrets Nothing, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Depressed Shinsou Hitoshi, he is just a sad boi, idk what to tell you, it's 1:25 and i have school tomorrow, But Screw That, have gay boys confessing, mha, just fluff, toothrotting sweet stuff, shinsou's quirk gave him trauma, and he doesn't know if anyone can love or trust him, yw, im stopping now, there's no editor btw, FTW, enjoy my crack

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Stupid Cat

Stupid Cat by muffinsgreenpepper

Midoryia is scrolling on his phone when videos of a cat and a made up currency keep popping up on his for you page. Everything was fine and dandy until one video where Izuku blows up...

Words: 895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Mineta Minoru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

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