#as expected I rank them purple >> blue >>> red

[wild-magic-oops]

Rook embarrassing himself a bit on the 2nd conversation with his crush but still shooting his shot

[ckret2]

Hey gang, time for Crowdsourced Brainstorming Time

for reasons, I've got to write Mabel and Bill watching (at least large chunks of) a full Color Critters episode, which means I need something more in-depth than the quick snips & summaries I've done for previous episodes, and I feel like brainstorming a kids' cartoon plot is the kind of thing where twenty brains are better than one.

The goal: episode plotlines that sounds like something you'd find in an 80s Care Bears or Rainbow Brite episode. We're going for "run-of-the-mill episode," not a plot you'd expect in a pilot or a finale or an exciting two-parter special event

the premise of the show: anthropomorphic animals are defending colors, which are magically tied to different concepts. Example: the color green and friendship: when friends are fighting it kills nearby green things and if green things are destroyed it negatively impacts nearby friendships. it's for kindergarteners and teaches simple life lessons that people in the 80s thought were a good idea.

And if you haven't lost interest in this post yet, I'm sticking the available characters under the read more

Good guys, the colors they're in charge of, and what that gives them power over:

Prisma the Rainbow Fairy - rainbows, white, light - she's basically just Rainbow Brite. Everyone else's boss. Unofficially the main character.

Glory the Unicorn - pink - no particular domain, just Prisma's second-in-command and bestie. A bit of a worrywart.

Leo Proud - Red - life, exercise, playing (especially active play like sports)

Teddy Tender - orange - health/healing, fun & enjoyable things (less active play like board games)

Sunny Cat - yellow - sunlight, self-confidence, personal strength/power/assertiveness. she and Leo are cousins

Love Bunny - Green - friendship, love, nature

Howell Wolf - Blue - creativity, storytelling, magic (he's a wizard, he's got a wizard hat). he's besties with Leo

Misty the Dolphin - indigo - serenity/harmony, cooperation. She can't travel most places due to being a dolphin and gets used in well-intended but dated episodes about accommodating your friends with disabilities.

some bird I haven't named yet, maybe a peacock - purple - spirit

Bad guys:

Duke of Smog - the Big Bad, floating cloud of purple-gray smog with red angry eyes. He only takes an active role for special occasions like the pilot episode and season finales; otherwise the other characters frequently reference him but he's rarely seen. Wants to destroy color and goodness. No Heart mixed with that one creep in the Rainbow Brite pilot two-parter, what was with that dude anyway, they built him up so much as a villain and then bam he doesn't even survive to be part of the actual show

Serpent Grey - the second-in-command and most frequently seen bad guy. snake that has a mane for some reason. Bosses around the rank-and-file bad guys, cowardly dumbass who thinks he's a courageous genius. Shreeky mixed with G1 Starscream if he wasn't trying to overthrow megatron. If this show actually existed in the real world and I had watched it at age 7 then Serpent would be my favorite character and I'd probably have shipped him with the Duke.

a big fuzzy tarantula I haven't named yet - well-meaning bumbling dumbass who doesn't seem to realize he's one of the bad guys and is just happy to be included. Think Lurky.

a bee I also haven't named yet - the most important thing to know about him is that in season 1 he was a bad guy but then a special interest group angrily wrote the TV station to say that bees are so important to nature and agriculture and it was shameful for a children's cartoon to teach kids that bees are bad guys and so in season 2 he inexplicably joined the good guys and it took half the season for them to air an episode showing he switched sides because the other bad guys were bullying him and the good guys were nice.

"Hey Puff how come you can describe the bad guys in so much more detail than the good guys even though they're much less important?" don't look at me

[labyrinthwalker]

having now spun with all the samples i got at carolina fiber festival, here's my ranking from favorite to least favorite:

1. cultivated silk - it felt sooo nice to work with and i will definitely be ordering more when i can. since it was dyed in a whole rainbow of colors, i spun three separate batches (purple/pink, red/orange, and blue/green) and andean plied them for a final WPI of... 24ish, if i remember correctly? and then knit this fun little pouch that's super soft <3

2. himalayan nettle - i expected it to be more similar to flax than it was. it's a lot softer, and holds together better; i spun it dry without any issues. it does have quite the halo though, which i would imagine might be mitigated if i had used a little water. little bits of it also fly everywhere, so you're gonna need to vacuum or sweep after spinning it lol. i haven't plied it yet and i'm not sure if i will, so right now it's at 35 WPI.

3. lotus - i had kinda mixed feelings on this one. it has a nice sheen to it, and it's very soft, but drafting was kind of a pain sometimes because it was so grippy. due to that, the yarn was a bit uneven, so it's somewhere between 6 to 10 WPI. i'm gonna make some scrunchies with it, i think.

4. flax - maybe i would have a different experience if i were a wheel spinner, but this flax and i did NOT get along. i couldn't for the life of me get it to hold together in some places, no matter how much or how little twist i added. i kept a bowl of water nearby to wet my fingers the first time, but i think i'm gonna try the warm towel method next time. like the nettle, it's at about 35 WPI.

no pictures of the nettle or flax because i'm still working on them lmao

[doki-doki-imagines]

We all need Reo and Nagi in the form of animals-

Seishiro Nagi - Blue chow chow -You didn't expect to be woken up at 7 a.m. by a loud knocking at your door, so still grumpy you walk towards the sound to understand who dared to wake you up so early on your free day. -It is Reo, mask and gloves on and with a ball of blue fluff in his hands with his equally blue tongue sticking out. "Long story, this is Nagi, I'd take care of him but I'm allergic to dogs. Tomorrow everything should be fine-" the purple hair boy pushes the dog in your arms "take good care of him, we have a match soon" The door slammed at your face, stuck at your place with a ball of fluff in your hands. -Luckily Seishiro habits didn't change in his dog form, he slept, eat, sat on your lap, half of the morning was spent like that; rinse and repeat. -"Ohh look there is a new event! Can't wait to get the new characters." You smile at your phone. -What you didn't see was Seishiro raising his head from your lap, ears alert. -"Ehi ouch! Don't bite me- not even my hoodie, Seishiro!" He starts to pull on your clothes, your hoodie or your pants to make him follow towards…his phone in your bedroom? Did Seishiro forget it when he visited you yesterday? -"I have enough of my events I don't wanna-" He closes the door. You look down at him. "For once I'm way taller than you, you can't scare-" He barks. He dares to bark at you. He is more fur than voice and still dared to look dangerous to you. Your falls on your knees, a pain where your heart is placed; he is too cute for this world. -You end up doing his games till you pass out on the couch, being able to move just for snack and bathroom breaks was exhausting. -"(Y/n) is morning wake up, c'mon I can't reach my phone" It wasn't Seishiro's voice to wake you up, but his weight on your body, but you were too tired to pull him off even if your lungs screamed for a break. "Take your damn phone and let me sleep Seishiro" He doesn't reply, phone in his hand already checking his online ranking. "You made me lose an event" Your eyes open wide "What? I didn't even pee for your damn game-" You can't finish the phrase, his index finger pressed on your lips. "No excuses, time to be punished for your misdeeds." Your eyes would have come out in a typical cartoonish style. This egoist, always getting what he wanted, was a real villain even with fluffy blue ears on top of his cloud-white hair.

Mikage Reo - Red fox -It's Ba-ya that wakes you up, your phone loudly ringing, sun just rising. "(Y/n)-san, sorry to bother you early in the morning, but we have a problem." "A problem? Is Reo fine?" "More or less, but it's easier to explain if we came to your house, is it fine?" "No problem, see you here." -That's how you find yourself sitting on your couch with a red fox with some purple stripe resting on your lap -"Mikage corporation developed a new system so you'll understand what he is saying to you. I wouldn't have bothered, but the young master asked for your company." "Strange since yesterday he shouted at me something along the 'you are insufferable fuck off' lines" Ba-ya looks down, thinking the exact words to tell you next to sugar the pill. You scoff interrupting her train of thoughts "Don't worry, I'll take care of him". -He isn't as extrovert as usual, still knowing what happened the previous day was exaggerated, but after petting his thick fur for a while you got tired. "Wanna monetize this situation Reo?" His ears twitch, looking at you straight in the eyes. "What's your idea?" The voice is robotic and way too high, but you suppose that even Mikage corporation couldn't make a perfectly working translator. -The amount of photos you posted was disgusting but he was too cute to let this occasion go, keeping some of them for the months to come. -Reo obviously loved the idea, posing like a model, searching for the best angles that would make people scream "Cute~" all over the world. "Reo you are the cutest." "Like always, isn't it?" He says, pulling his head up, nose up in the air, you could imagine Reo would have even brushed off his hair in typical film style if he still had his hands.

-"Reo you are already a star, 16k likes in 3 hours better than when you are human." "Are you saying I'm cuter a fox?" "…" "Hey!" -Your mood improve drastically, who would have thought that your boyfriend turning into a fox was going to be this good? -You fall asleep next to each other on the sofa, his big tails tickling your chin. -"Hey, sleepy head I'm back to normal~" Your boyfriend, finally back to normal is laying on your chest, purple eyes sparkling, fox ears and tail still present, thick tail swinging back and forth. "Don't I look the best? Let's shoot some photos 'till I'm like this." He says phone already in his hand. "But later it is your turn to model for me, wanna grasp all your cuteness darling~"

[flashypunches]

chapter three of "I fear a corpse (but you worship a whale-fall)" underneath cut.

Evbo in this chapter: what do you mean there's another layer than the pros. what do you mean that the golden carrots that the master (EMF) gave me could have been poisoned. what do you mean I have to try and "charm" the master (EMF) in order to have an easier life.

Evbo's neighbor is truly having the most busy gossip session in this chapter. Like he's hearing EVERYTHING that Evbo hears, and God if that stuff isn't messy as hell <<33

“Where were you?” is the first thing their brother asks of them. 

EMF startles at his voice, twisting away from where they’re locking the front door to stare at him. “What?” they blurt out, mind too slow to stop their foolish mouth.

“Where were you?” he repeats, eyes scrunched up in what they assume to be barely contained anger. 

They can’t tell him the truth. “The Arena. I clocked out of my shift and I forgot to have someone tell you, I promise you, I didn’t mean to lose track of time.”

“Come with me to work.”

They blink in surprise. “Excuse me? Wouldn’t I get in the way?”

“My brother, I thought that you had ranked down. That you somehow failed a jump and then you would be stuck down there, forever. Just do this little thing for me, won’t you? I haven’t asked much of you, have I?”

“No, no, you haven’t. Apologies for my disrespect. I’m sorry for making you worry about a Master like me.” 

He gives them a sigh, and the weariness of the sound makes their throat tighten with guilt. “I’m sorry,” they repeat, their voice a whisper, barely audible through the silent apartment. 

Their gaze drops to the floor, even as their brother walks over to them, his diamond sabatons clanking against the quartz tile. They stiffen as he reaches out and brings them close, even though they know that he is not a player who’d ever raise a hand against them. He is not the Masters which they defeat, who leave them with bruises and marks of red and purple.

His tone is warm, sweet. His hold feels suffocating, smothering, stifling. “You’re no lowly Master. You’re my brother. I was made to worry about you. But I must ask; you won’t ever leave me, will you?”

Their hands cling to the metal of his armor. “Never, never.” EMF lies.

*

Evbo cannot bring himself to take a bite of the golden food. He fears it will break his teeth, rendering him unable to ever eat again. How could the stranger even bring themselves to bite into things like these? 

He wakes up as he always does. Hungry, wanting, and resentful. There’s a player with golden shoes. There’s a player without iron or leather. There’s a layer above the Pros.

It’s unbelievable. It’s absurd. It’s… disheartening.

He won’t deny the tinge of misery he feels whenever he thinks about the stranger. He thought that ranking up would be simple, just one step, just one ticket, just one course. He thought that all he had to do was prove his worthiness of iron and then he’d be good. Then he would be worth caring about.

God, how long would he have believed that? Would he have believed that for his entire life, knowing no better? Believe nothing but that?

Evbo drags all of those thoughts out of his mind when he has to jump for the one-block. The chicken is useful for trade, for bargaining, and he is still wary of the gift.

Nothing comes without a price. He paid them back. They will return. He hopes that they lied to him.

His neighbor is not trusting. He gives him a distasteful look at his attempt at retelling yesterday’s events, at the idea of him trying to pull the wool over his murky blue eyes.

“You really expect me to believe that?” he asks, and Evbo sputters in response.

“It’s true!” he protests, to his neighbor’s doubtful hum. 

“Sure… you got any proof for it though?” 

He freezes. Oh god. “Promise you won’t take it?” he squeaks out.

His neighbor hits his shoulder, snickering at his worry. “Why would I want something like that? Meat’s much more reliable. Less likely to be poisoned too.”

“What? You really think so?” 

A shrug is all he gets. “The Pros give us bad food. Who’s to say that that isn’t bad too?”

Evbo curls his knees up to his chest, looking away to the stone tile of his home’s floor. He pulls the stash of golden carrots to let his neighbor catch a glimpse of the gold. He whistles a low pitch at the sight, a grin on his face which has Evbo drawing his gift a bit closer to himself.

“That is some proof. You really not up to–”

“You got the rest of that flesh. That was the trade.” he shoots back, shoving at his neighbor with a smile of his own. “This isn’t up for grabs.”

He raises his hands in surrender, though Evbo watches him eye the place where the gold once was. “Okay. What are you going to say to them though?”

“Who?”

“The guy who gave you that thing. Didn’t they say they were coming back?” 

Evbo frowns at the reminder. “I don’t know. Maybe they were lying.”

His neighbor shakes his head. “Don’t believe that. Y’know what I think? I think you should get close to them. Get really chummy with them, all that jazz.”

“Really? Are you sure about that?”

He nods. “Trust me. It helps, having allyships with people like them.” 

Evbo knows that his neighbor has experience with this. The Pros do take his neighbor’s antics lightly, by nothing but the charm the neighbor shows them all. Evbo dreads the idea of taking up his role with that stranger. 

But he is right, to the terms of it being an advantage. And he needs to rank up, to earn that ticket, to get his iron boots, and hopefully gold as well. He needs that special treatment, he needs that lack of regard to the trouble the Pros think that he stirs up. He needs to become prey in the stranger’s eyes, to become something sweet, desirable, something that they want.

He’ll do anything to be that. He’ll lie, he’ll cheat, he’ll steal, he’ll kill, even if for just a moment of favoritism from golden shoes. 

“Okay,” Evbo concedes to his neighbor, contemplating and considering. “But how do you suggest I do that?”

[drconstellation]

What the Tartan Tells Us

Or, Tales from the Tartan

(I wanted both titles!)

Updated 10 Nov 2023

I've been reading up a bit about tartan today to what it can tell us, and it seems its not too hard to do. The clues are more in the colours, and the overall pattern, there aren't any particularly rigid rules that need to be stuck to.

For the colour analysis, I'll be referring to my recent colour meta All the Colours of the GO Rainbow for interpretation. I need to tweak the interpretation for red on it, though, based on what I'm seeing here, and some other information I just got. That's OK, red and yellow are the two hardest colours to pin down, they are quite complex in their meaning and perhaps not what you expected them to be, and I expect that it will be a meta that evolves a bit over time anyway.

So for a warm up, let's start with the tartan blanket Aziraphale provides to cover the naked Gabriel on the first day he arrives at the book shop.

Lets lists the colours we can see:

White - for his base angelic nature that is showing since he misplaced his memory.

Oystershell gray - for his high angelic ranking as Supreme Archangel Gabriel.

Teal* - Blue mixed with green, Heaven mixed Hell, Lawful mixed with Chaos; which is one of Aziraphale's signature colours.

Black - that hint of a mystery in play. What is being hidden?

Dark Gray - the thick cross stripes, which are interesting. "Shades of gray" are something we associate with Aziraphale and Crowley. That's the world they walk in on Earth together, where their two sides blend together. Another hint that Gabriel was starting to see something else than the one-sided thinking of Heaven?

[*I've bounced around a bit on this colour while writing this, but I'm going back to my original thoughts on it. It's not Heaven blue, its tainted with green, and its the same colour Saraqael and Muriel wear (see below) so its something else.]

Next, let's look at Aziraphale's own tartan. We mainly see it in his bow tie, but it also appears on the bike rack he miracles onto the Bentley when they give Anathema a lift back to Jasmine Cottage in S1E2. I'm going to use the examples from this older post by bluebandedagate back in 2019 called A Discourse on Tartan, as they make it quite clear, and when I looked at it closely again after doing my colour meta I actually gasped. Because it tells us there is very little of Heaven left in Aziraphale, despite what he openly says, and one other very revealing fact.

Here is the tartan swatch. It's called "Heaven's Dress Tartan," despite there being next to no Heaven in it.

For a start, there is no white base, which we night expect with an angel. Its all been removed.

We have a beige base instead, which is one of the working angel colours, probably there as part of his Earthly duties.

There are some wider dark gray stripes. My interpretation here is this is the work of Crowley, who has made him question the morality of Heaven over time - the shades of gray.

Then we get the thin black stripes - the mystery of his unpredictable nature. You never quite know what he's going to do next... Plus the constant effort to hide what he is doing with Crowley.

And finally the red. Red is never a colour associated directly to angels in the present day, so it can only mean one thing - a declaration of his bond to the one who does wear that particular shade of red - Crowley.

Red is not necessarily a demonic colour per se, its more a colour of devoted passion. Shax also wears red, usually a darker red, and she is devoted to climbing the ranks of power in Hell with a passion. And the Red Team in the paintball battle at Tadfield Manor represented the faction devoted to management and following the rules.

The other noticeable thing about Aziraphale's tartan is the tightness and intensity of the pattern. The stripes are quite thin and they repeat often.

Saraqael's tartan is:

Purple, for royalty. they rank high, somehow, or they're aligned with Gabriel's office.

Oyster-shell gray, for the Archangels.

A pinstripe of primary blue, for Heaven.

White for angels

A wide stripe of dark gray (on the collar.)

Wow. That's some heavy hitting in combinations of colours there. We've recognized them as one of the "dark horses" in the series, and their Tactical Turtleneck backs up the idea that they are now involved with surveillance and spy work in Heaven (eh, they were certainly watching and spying on Crowley and Muriel during their little jaunt in Heaven in S2E6. And I sooo wish I could get a good look at their ring, but there just isn't high enough resolution to do so.)

Muriel's tartan is very similar to Saraqael's but has a pattern with a teal theme in it as well. It's a bit hard to tell the shade of blue-green here, but a closer look at Saraqael's trouser leg reveals all the colours in their tartan displayed in a strip down the outside seam. Purple and silver-gray dominate, but the teal-blue pops out as well. It looks very similar to the shade of teal in Jimbriel's blanket above. Yep, a dark horse, indeed. I wouldn't trust Saraqael, if I were you.

There is some question as to whether Muriel reports directly to Saraqael, but I am wondering if this marks them as one Saraqael has to keep their eyes on as well - because of something that happened in the past. How does one become a lowly 37th ranked scrivener? I mean, c'mon, doesn't that just sound...ridiculous? What did they do to get demoted so far down? And how many others were demoted before them? Questions for another day, perhaps.

Edit: I missed this example in my original post - Jimbriel wearing a dressing gown with a similar tartan to Saraqael and Muriel. This occurs right at the beginning of S2E3, if you are looking for it. It's all the same colours - royal purple, archangel silver-gray, white but also a cross stripe of black and a wider cross stripe of dark gray. He only wears it in this one upstairs shot. There is some metaphorical context here - Jim is looking out and down over the "Outside" as everyone moves about on Whickber street below, much like an angel looking down from Heaven at humans moving about on Earth (yes, you should think about the upper level of the bookshop as corresponding to Heaven...it is "upstairs" after all.)

The other tartan I saw was on the kilts of the angelic soldiers behind the quartermaster in S1E5, when Aziraphale has discorporated in the portal and gone up to Heaven. The tartan there is just in two to three different shade of working-angel beige and off-white, in big wide stripes. Fairly ordinary, run-of-mill stuff. Rank and file, if you will.

I couldn't get a good look at the colours of the tartan on the thermos of holy water Aziraphale gives Crowley in S1. When you enlarge the images they go a bit blurry as they are not high-def enough. I can't tell if its green or gray stripes running vertically, and if the horizontal ones are black or red, or both. If so, that's an interesting colour choice for Aziraphale to give to Crowley, and it's certainly not the same pattern as his bow tie. I could understand if it was just a wider pattern of the beige-grey-black-red. If anyone can help out I'll update with a description and analysis.

[metalmusingmoments]

@alex21705 your request~~

A /N -had to brush up on the SG universe

Request: Tfp Bumblebee x SG Decepticon reader.

A groundbridge malfunction sends reader into noral TFP universe.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The mission was simple and standard. Check up on a Autobot mining facility. See how much resources they had. Log it. Etc. etc. No need for a partner as the Decepticon forces on earth were stretched thin as it was.

Going through the ground bridge was always a strange feeling. The humans would say that it gave them “goosebumps” and a feeling of pressure. For Y/N they could relate to that pressure but they doubted they would ever feel the sensation of bird skin bumps.

So when Soundwave locked in the coordinates with a thumbs up Y/N moseyed through the ground bridge with the expectation of pressure. What they weren’t expecting was the feeling of every wire in their body to feel like it was being pulled and squeezed. And in the final moments of consciousness they wondered if this was what goosebumps felt like.

…

Onlining with a sudden intake of air; Y/N opened their optics to the blinding light of the sun. A shudder passed through their frame as the strange sensation faded. A quick scan had shown that the bridge was successful and the coordinates had been reached.

With a groan they struggled to sit up and figure out just what in the pit had gone wrong.

“Y/N to base. Point of interest reached. Had a weird experience going through the bridge…any problems on your end?” Only static was their answer.

They tried hailing the base twice more before trying private coms.

“Soundwave? I’m at the drop point…you’re not answering base comms… is it safe to proceed?” No static but no answer either.

With a huff Y/N stood up and brushed themselves off in annoyance. The mines were only a half mile ahead; they could get the data, get out, and then figure out this slag.

With a renewed confidence they set off into the trees toward the mines.

….

This operation was bigger than they had expected. From a hidden distance Y/N watched on as bots scuttled to and from the caves loading up energon.

Something wasn’t right. These bots looked like the regular canon fodder of the autobot regime but Y/N couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. Curiosity won out over the uneasiness in their spark as they slid closer to an outlier of the group.

The pledged allegiance on their frame was very much autobot purple but in the shape of the decepticon symbol. With further investigation all of them shared the same mark in the same shade.

Y/N processor raced with a thousand scenarios; none of them good. Defectors? No. They had been so limited in resources and in conpower, why had these cons not notified the base they had landed and successfully taken over the autobot mine.

“Time to get out of here” Y/N muttered as they snuck back into the tree line.

Far enough away from the mines Y/N opened up their comms to Soundwave again with a bit of panic.

“Y/N to Soundwave… something is wrong the autobots at mine aren’t autobots… they’re decepticons but their marks are purple. I think the ground bridge might have glitched something. Tell Knockout I’m coming in as soon as I get back-“ their ramblings were cut off with the distinct whine of a cannon warming up.

Y/N helm swiveled to the left as they rolled out of the way of the singular blast.

Guns up they waited to see who emerged.

“Come out you coward!” Y/N shouted

Blue eyes was the first thing that they saw, then the face mask, followed by the red symbol making them do a double take.

Y/N knew exactly who this bot was and a cold terrified dread settled in their spark. Less blue; more yellow but this was Goldbug. One of Optimus Primes loyal commanders. Apparently Y/N had missed the paint change memo for both fractions.

Goldbug seemed to hesitate before eyeing the red Decepticon symbol on their chassis. Optics hardened as he raised his gun again and Y/N did the same.

Y/N wasn’t a fool. They knew their rank and knew they were severely outmatched against an autobot commander, so Y/N did the only thing in that moment they could do.

Fired at will and ran like the fallen was on their heels. With any luck Y/N would clip some part or down some tree to slow his progress.

*Part 2: coming sooner then later 😘

[blupeeblep]

Heard that it's Trans Day of Visibility today, so... Have this✨

Shadow watched everyone get ready for the festival. Green put on a vest and cape with his rank on it. He was going to escort their life long friend, the princess. Vio was buttoning up their own vest and making sure that it all sat right. Red was tying the piece of cloth around their waist, hiding where the shirt and the skirt connected. Blue was putting up her hair and seeing how her dress fell on her body. Shadow looked down at his own clothes, which were similar to Green in that it was a men’s outfit. He then looked back at Blue’s outfit. He wanted to wear a dress too, but he wasn’t a girl. Vio came up to him.

“Do you need help getting into your outfit?” they asked, sitting down next to them.

Shadow looked up into their boyfriend’s violet eyes before looking back at Blue and shaking his head. “I don’t really like my outfit.” he hummed. “It looks too tight.”

Vio hummed as they took some time to think. They looked at where Shadow was looking, then picked up Shadow’s clothes. “It doesn’t appear to be tight at all, but I don’t think that’s what’s making you dissatisfied, am I correct?”

Shadow grumbled and ducked his head. “I wanna wear a dress.” His ears flicked as his face grew a bit hot under Vio’s silence and glance. “I… I’m not a girl though.”

Vio chuckled. “Just because you’re not a girl doesn’t mean that you can’t wear a dress.” They stood up. “C’mon. Let’s go find you something real quick before it starts.”

Shadow looked up at Vio and smiled. He grabbed Vio’s offered hand and hopped up with a giggle.

“We’re going out!” Vio called as they left. “Expect us to be back in maybe thirty.” With that, they left and walked to the clothing store.

***

Shadow looked out over the dancers from where he was sitting in the tree. He was in a dress colored dark purple that it looked black, with silver specks glittered over it, painting it like the night sky that hung over them all. He rocked his legs back and forth, humming along as best he could to the unfamiliar, yet upbeat song.

Vio walked towards him and leaned against the tree before looking up at him, adjusting their glasses a bit. “How are you up there?” They called, voice smooth like chocolate.

“Great!” he called back down before hopping off the limb and near Vio. “But I think I’d feel even better if we danced.” Shadow grinned, fangs flashing a bit, and held out his hand.

Vio chuckled and accepted the hand. “Let’s go join them then, hmm.”

No, Shadow isn't a transgirl in this. If anything, he's a transman.

[tosodev]

Devblog 003:

Forgot my password to tumblr this morning and wound up making a hugely complicated password generator so it wouldn't happen again and so I could actually remember it.

Now time for actual dev content:

Since all the VFX has really been done and dusted I don't have any cool gifs to show you (that and I don't want to make them since it was really complicated.) So today I will have boring ass regular-degular screenshots. Sorry!

So first off I've implemented the save-file ranking system, of which there are 3 ranks. Silver (the basic one), Gold (the one that you get for doing something tdb), and the Rosegold (which you'll get for having the gold one and then doing something extra on top of it). I also have the hearts counter in place, which track how many "boss heros" you've killed so far. While your normal every day run of the mill hero's will be pretty easy and flimsy (and namely, randomly generated), these boss heros will occur at specific times or under specific conditions and will be like you took a high level dark souls player (me) and dropped them into your dungeon. And, as you can see, there are 5 of them. Which means they get harder. Pause for dramatic effect.

Next up I have the states of gameplay after you load a file. They have their names in the top corner of the screenshot for simplicity as well as their own color scheme which I discussed a little bit about in 002.

So in order we have:

The Combat Sate (red) : Which is for the player to use their own attacks and powers to directly combat the heros, seeing as you're the final boss and all I felt like you should be able to defend yourself. Also adds an extra layer to game design.

The Sponsor State (yellow): Will be your main way of getting GOLD which is the primary currency for all "static" buildings, traps, walls, etc. You'll accept them and they'll become visible in a sponsor tracker that I've yet to add, where you can see how happy the sponsor is with you and, in turn, how much gold they're willing to give you per day or let you spend on certain items.

The Editor State (blue): Pretty self explanatory, will allow you to place units, move units, walls, traps, etc again.

The Dialouge State (purple): This is where your little advisor goblin, which I've named Bartholomew because I thought it was funny, will speak to you. He acts as the tutorial guy for the beginning part of the game but will later on just kind of help with some more automatable tasks. Such as "if x is y then z". This is more of a later if I have time thing as it's complicated on paper so it might be more complicated in practice.

And finally the Shop State, which is basically completed apart from adding content and listings to it. This is where you buy units and everything else. You can use souls and/or gold but some units also come with a "gold/souls per day" stat, which since these monsters are your employees, will mean that you need to pay them per day. Lest they overthrow you. Gwa gwa gwa.

Right now all the listings are randomly generated and have some placeholder text as the description, but it does it's job and I know it works. As you can see here, "433" is the name of the item, "10x" is the quantity, "33g" is the basic one-time payment price and "82g/d" is the price you'd have to pay per day (obviously this will more than likely be souls since walls and traps will probably not have a gold price, but I hear dragons are pretty greedy...) And then the "Lorem ipsum" text is where the description would go.

Purchasing already works and gets added to an inventory not yet accessible to the player (today me's problem). So all I gotta do is just add in the rest of the gameplay loop elements and it should actually be playable (I say that as if that's not a lot of work.)

Ok well that's all for day 2. I'll open an ask page or whatever to answer any questions about OVERLORD while I'm working but don't expect me to keep up with it too closely.

That's all folks!

Katlikesnero

[shi-daisy]

Fallen

Day 2 with Angelformers and fluff because I couldn't pick a more concrete myth for my bots. Hope you all like

WaveWave Week 2023- Day 2: Mythology AU

Fallen

He'd seen angels fall before, but Shockwave never thought he'd be one of them.

He was of one of the 12 seraphim, at the right hand of the gods and yet... questioning one order once was all it too for his wings to burn as he fell and his halo tossed aside.

Shockwave didn't want to move, he'd laid on the ground for seemingly hours before someone came to aid him.

"Oh you poor thing. We hadn't had a fallen one in months. Can you move?"

That voice was so sweet and beautiful he expected an angel to gaze upon him. He wasn't wrong

The man in front of him had no doubt been an angel himself, though one of lower rank. He'd seen him in passing before the both fell. Now he stood before Shockwave with red eyes instead of teal and dark blue hair instead of baby blue, he also had a purple marking upon his dark skin. 'He's of the Decepticon order's Shockwave deduced.

"Soundwave? Is that you?"

"You know of me? I'm flattered. Yes, it is I. The former cherub under Ratbat's service. It is unexpected to meet you in such circumstances sir. You've always been of the best Heaven had to offer.

"No. Not anymore Soundwave. I merely questioned them and now I've become nothing but a former angel. Its...It's unfair."

"I agree. Come with me, let's get you healed up and we can discuss this."

He had no other option, but still followed closely behind Soundwave as the blue haired man led him away.

***

"All done! Good as new! Now just rest up until tomorrow and we can chat!"

"Thank you, Monochrome."

"No problem Shockwave, and don't be too formal dear, from now own you can call me Chromie!" She beamed.

The medic walked away and left him and Soundwave alone in the medbay. His charred wings were still sore but now that they'd been bandaged and covered in ointment the pain subsided a little. His golden hair had turned dark purple and his sparkling eyes were now golden rather than blue. He looked so different, but didn't dislike the look. Everyone else had changed as well.

He was surprised to have seen so may former colleges in passing, even catching a glance of Megstron, the first fallen angel. 'Too many of us were discarded'

"Try to rest, if you desire we can speak to Megatron tomorrow. Sleep on the decision."

"I do not need to sleep on it. I've made my decision the moment fire threatened to take over me as i fell. I shall join the Decepticons in the quest to take over heaven."

Soundwave smiled. "Glad to hear it. Lord Megatron will be delighted to know you're joining us."

He smiled. "There is one request I have, however. "

"Anything you like."

Shockwave placed his hand upon Soundwave's. "I'd like to have you as my guide during this transitional period. That is, if you'd like."

Soundwave kissed his hand tenderly. "As you command, Shockwave. Let's bring a reckoning to heaven together."

[4-beans-in-a-bog-askblog]

hello!! this is just a simple ask blog for my genshin oc's because i wanted to. heres little intros and how you can tell whos who. i get remembering names is hard so this post is pinned for your quick understanding. also images of faces putting here are not confirmed confirmed how they look, its just most recent pictures of them. lastly just pls plss ask anything i am brain rot ehehrjdbsjc

Liane: ace captain of the hydro archons guard. but works more as a scout. dosent have much power in the ranks because shes pretty new but shes pretty good at hand to hand combat and keeps the best interests of people at heart. shes a spunky softie that shows her truest affections through pranks, and helps negotiations between the protestors and the state by being a bridge to work on understandings. she also has a cryo vision and is a spear user, but because theres only one tumblr blue she gets orange cause thats also part of her color palet.

Arata: honnors judicial student, he is working on his academics to some day join the court as a judge. he is an admirable student, but dosent really get along with his class mates. all exept his ex class mate Liane. he seems very stand off-ish on the outside to others, but to those hes close to hes a kind, albeit blunt friend. hes great at keeping up with others jokes and pulling them down to earth, but also gets heavily flustered very easily if you hit him just right. hes the biggest negotiator in the revolution and uses his extensive knowledge of the law to argue for the people. he also uses the wording to bend and challange sentances that are unfair. hes also a electro sword user and so gets purple cause purple :>

Mary: also know as Mary Anne, or the pure archons lady, is the public head of church. she is hard to explain, not many people have gotten close enough to her to understand her true motives. what is known tho is that she is one of the deciders for anything that relates to the past hydro archons religion. she calculatws out most of her moves and dosent let anyone touch her unless she fully consents. the holy wall of pure flame she summons makes sure of that. when she assumed her position she swore her life to the old archon and to make sure the spirit of justice stayed true in fontaine. she also never expected to meet that said dead archon. with her heavy power with the church and influence on the state she gives leverage to the protesting side and keeps regular donations from the church to the poorer towns in fontaine. shes also a pyro catalyst therfore red yes.

Lucien: public leader of the revolution. aka a confused guy that woke up a few years ago and learned that hes living in a past archons body. hes just a guy that wants the best for people? and mabey to like, not have people wanting his head? hes pretty smart and when it comes to militaristic planning or board games but other that that dosent have many chances to aply his skills. he also dosent trust anyone exept for his 3 'concubines'(friends but needed to give them that title for their protection). as head of the revolution to the public he helps a lot with protests and comunicating the wants for the goverment to have and take into account. like less poluting in smaller towns water suplies and proper wages so people dont get arested for stealing food to survive. hes a hydro bow user so hes the one that actually gets the blue and hopefully mabey a nap at some point? let this boy get a break-

[the-masked-ram]

Off The Menu- Chapter One

A/N: New miniseries (expecting this to be 10-15 chaps)

CW: NSFW, Fem Reader, BDSM, Commands, Sub/Domverse, BDSMverse, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, impact play, jealousy, possessiveness, sensory deprivation, host clubs, collaring

---

 It was funny. It wasn’t that you were inexperienced. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had successful relationships, whatever that meant in the long run. But it still felt like you were missing something. Like you’d chosen wrong. All those times you’d broken away from them, it was because your emotions didn’t last. The love didn’t last.

So once again, after another break up and a long dry spell, you found yourself at a host bar. Not just any either, the Hero Host club was the newest and most raved about. It was climbing the ranks among all the others, knocking into the number one spot within just a few months. It was one you hadn’t yet had a chance to experience.

The biggest draw it offered was that it welcomed all genders. The second biggest draw was its off menu ‘items’. You stood in front of the building, the one with the neon sign scrawling out ‘Hero’ in purple lettering. The sounds and busy life of Kubikicho surrounded you but it melted away as you stepped forward.

The doors opened and at first you thought it was an automatic response, but you found two young men on either side, holding them wide. One with blonde and black hair, his blue sunglasses catching the dimmed lighting of the nearby tables, the other had green hair and freckles dotting across his nose and cheeks. Both smiled and bowed to you in greeting.

“Welcome!” they both said it was obvious this was a normal job for them. “We hope you enjoy your time at the Hero Host Club.”

You walked in. You’d been to host clubs before, but this was a whole other level. The leather couches that looked brand new, the tables with white linens, the sparkling lights amid the dark charcoal backdrop of the paint on the wall. Accents of polished mahogany swirled over the furniture, the molding and baseboards were painted a creamy light brown. It was beautiful.

Breath taking, especially when your eyes alighted on the dessert trays and the appetizers that spread across specific tables. It smelled like a mix of garlic from the fried rice dish just a foot away, and like sugary sweet baked goods filling nearly half the room. You stood dumbfounded until the maître d’ came to your rescue.

He held a binder in his hand, his smile filled with sharp teeth that would normally put you off, but the curve of his lips was bright enough to nearly burn your retinas. His hair was red and spiky, and a piercing hung in one of his ears.

“Hello, welcome, miss. My name is Red Riot, you can come to me for any help,” he placed the book on a small table in the entry way. “Have you been here before?”

You shook your head, your mouth a little dry. They were all so beautiful, all so perfect. Cheerful and so welcoming. How were you supposed to respond to a greeting like this. To a place that made you feel this warm instantly.

“Well, I hope you are aware this is a place that is dynamic friendly, as well as allows for Vanilla safety. We have separate rooms of course for Sub, Dom, Switch, and Vanilla dynamics,” Red Riot said as he led you to a bar in the welcoming room of what you expected would lead to the vanilla space.

“If you would like, I can take down your dynamic or you can stay in the Vanilla room,” Red Riot said.

You frowned before rolling your lower lip between your teeth. Dynamics. So, few places accepted them. So, few places let Vanilla and the secondary sexualities comingle, if play was involved. You had come out as a Dom when everyone was tested.

When mental illness, anxiety and depression grew so rampant that severe pandemics related to mental health began to take place, research was done to find out a source. It was found that people within the BDSM community had far less issues with the mental illnesses that were seen and therefore less physical illness. In the end blood work was compared, even strands of DNA, and finally new chromosomes began to appear.

They were labeled Dominant, Submissive, and Switch. About forty percent of the populace had acquired these new genders, while the rest stayed in the Vanilla category. It was funny… the dynamics of Dom, Sub, and Switch when it was a gender related, affected a person’s physical and mental health. Dominants had the ability to command Subs and Switches. While Subs and Switches had the ability to release the built of stress of the Dom’s need to control. Switches of course swung between both Sub and Dom but leaned one way more often, they were also incredibly hard to identify with just testing. All of them lead a very complicated and symbiotic life together.

“Dom,” you said softly, though there was a confident ring to your voice, mimicking your straight spine.

Red Riot smiled, not once questioning your gender like so many people did. You didn’t blame those people; you weren’t the most normal Dom. Often you came off as softer even when introducing yourself. You preferred spoiling and praising your Subs to anything else.

But here where nothing was questioned, where you were just welcomed, you felt a bloom of acceptance fill your chest. You smiled, nearly uncontrollably as you followed the red head further into the club.

There was a mild level of tension when you entered the playroom. But it wasn’t anything heavy, it didn’t immediately ignite any lust within you. You didn’t have a partner or host with you anyway. At first you let your eyes discreetly wander.

Various pairs filled the room. Some Subs knelt on pillow or plush rugs with bare neck or collars attached to leashes held firmly by their Doms’ hands. They were fed pieces of treats or laid their heads coquettishly across their Doms’ laps. It was mild, it was calm, it was enough to make you feel at ease that play was welcome here but not put pressure of sexual performance like some many Dynamics only based clubs were.

You followed Red Riot as he led you to a free booth, until your eyes focused on a mess of purple hair. It was poorly tamed into a faded, asymmetrical, undercut. It fell in soft waves over the right side of his face, hiding purples eyes several shades darker than the strands. His smile was wide, easy, but his gaze calculating and strong. His body was long and lanky, with just enough muscle to fill out the black suit he wore. Across his ears you could see several silver earrings studding his cartilage and three on his right lobe. His right brow sported a single silver stud as well.

But it was his hands that caught your attention the most. Even from here you could see how wide they were, how strong, and you could also see the dark ink of tattoos lining them, if only you could see what it was.

He was talking to a Sub, his voice smooth and calming and you found your steps stopping beneath you to hang on the edge of his tones, even if you couldn’t easily make out the low whispered words he said.

But then he said something loud enough for you to make out, the inflection in his voice changing. It became darker, commanding, expectant.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

The Sub before him and you walking past both dropped to the ground. Your knees touched the floor and the wind rushed from your chest. Your eyes widened and heat rushed through you like a swirling fire. It demanded, it wanted. You cried out, desperate, you need something. Something you’d never felt before.

You wanted to be praised, you’d done as he asked right? You were a good girl, right? When he praised the other Sub but not you, you stared in confusion, Red Riot looked at you in shock. Then all you knew was that you were crying, anxiety shaking through your system. What the fuck was happening? Doms didn’t react to commands.

---taglist @crowned-peony here it is finally

[headmasterrookwood]

Welcome, students.

Today not only marks the beginning of the rest of your lives but the beginning of a new, glorious age for wizard-kind. Here, your magical education will be compounded upon and enhanced by additional coursework designed to prepare you for the new world the Dark Lord strives to create: a world of peace and order where everyone has their place and abides by the limitations or freedoms of their status.

If your wand is branded with the red seal, you're a Dominant and a pure-blood. There are privileges extended to you that you'd be wise to take full advantage of.

If your wand is branded with the purple seal, you're a Switch. A combination of your righteous allegiance to the Dark Lord and either a certain indecisiveness or a clamoring for as much power as your blood status will allow has put you on this path. Make the most of it, but let it be known that either your own potential preference towards submitting or your less-than-pure blood status will always bar you from true, undiluted power.

If your wand is branded with the blue seal, you're a Submissive. Potentially, you've elected to forfeit the power your blood status entitles you to because you know you aren't built to dominate - in which case, I respect that choice. Alternatively, you've done the first admirable thing in your life and have seen reason; siding with the Dark Lord will keep you from total humiliation. You've acknowledged your place at the near-bottom of the societal hierarchy and will be rewarded with freedoms many will still believe you don't deserve. Do not step out of line. I will not hesitate to punish any discrepancies I observe.

Heed the following rules and regulations:

All students, unless similarly branded, are to address Dominants by either Sir or Miss. As a Dominant, it is your responsibility to enforce this rule. Switches and submissives are liable for punishment should they disregard it, but if I catch one of my Dominant students ignoring their obligation to enforce protocol, I'll step in and issue a punishment to everyone involved. You have been warned.

Dominants are permitted to roam the castle and the grounds at their leisure without curfew. Additionally, they may escort a lower-ranked student at all hours.

Dominants are within their rights to place lower-ranked students under orders. Lower-ranked students are expected to follow said orders and are liable for punishment should they disobey.*

Orders from Dominants can last upwards of forty-eight hours. Orders from Switches can last twenty-four.

Switches are to be confined to their House common rooms or their dorms by 10 PM on Sunday-Thursday and 11 PM on Friday and Saturday unless escorted by a Dominant.

Submissives are to be confined to their House common rooms or their dorms by 9 PM on Sunday-Thursday and 10 PM on Friday and Saturday unless escorted by a Dominant.

*Should a lower-ranked student receive an order that they, for whatever reason, feel incapable of following, you may reach out to me or another member of staff to appeal the order. Only I or a member of staff have the right to intervene and excuse an order - and bear in mind, this is on a case-by-case basis, and personally, it would take quite a lot to warrant an excusal.

That's all for now. Your preliminary guidebooks should answer anything I missed, but if you have further questions, ask away. I just reserve the right to ignore them if they're idiotic.

[shadow-sojourn]

Shadow Sojourn

They say that when in the Shadows, the white arrows point the way. Not the blue ones; those lead back to the start of the journey. Not the red ones; those lead to bad things. And not the green ones; those lead to shortcuts, missing the whole point of the journey. But the white arrows show the path that is wanted, that is needed. The white ones guide gently and leave room for dreams.

They also say that the Guide—a cat, python, or raven—determines the path to be taken. It is the Guide, not the traveler, who decides whether to travel alone or with others, and when the journey starts.

Are you ready to begin your Shadow Sojourn?

You lounge on the bench, bored while your friend shops. You aren't really into their hobby, so you wait outside, but you're bored. You fidget. You get up and pace. You check the time. Your friend still isn't done. Sitting down again, you begin to daydream.

Abruptly, and a bit rudely you might add, a beautiful black raven lands on the armrest of the bench, pulling you out of your fantasies. "What?" you ask. "I don't have any food."

It stares at you, seemingly with impatience. You notice a scrap of paper tied to its leg. Carefully and deliberately, you gently untie the string and unfold the paper. It reads, "Adventure Awaits," in elegant cursive. The raven lightly pokes your arm with its beak, and then it swoops up to land on your shoulder. Expecting sharp claws to dig into your skin, you flinch, but you feel no pain. The raven perches comfortably.

"You know, I kind of feel bad calling you 'it.' How about she?" you query. Head tilting, the raven nods. "Cool!" you exclaim. "You can understand me! And how about a name?" Not really expecting a response, you're surprised when she actually replies.

"Muninn," she rasps. You grin. A talking raven!

"Well then, Muninn, where does this adventure start?" you ask. She peers forward, at a door underneath a blue and purple triangle patterned awning. A white arrow gleams from the shadows, embedded deep in the door and pointing straight ahead. "That way?" you say, already moving.

You stop. "Oh, wait, before we go." On the opposite side of the scrap of paper, you write, "Gone on an adventure. Don't worry." You leave the paper underneath a rock on the bench so your friend doesn't worry if they find you gone.

Opening the door with the glowing arrow, you smell fried dough and butter from the other side. With the door out of the way, the night sky stars shine through, which shouldn't be possible considering this doorway is attached to the side of a building. Whatever. You already have a magic raven on your shoulder. What's a little more peculiarity?

But the sight underneath the sky is what really takes your fancy. A proper carnival, bustling and noisy, waits in front of you and your companion. The only significant difference between this fair and the ones you've been to in the past is that all the lights illuminate the night instead of catching your attention in daylight.

Scampering up to the entrance, you ask how much money for a ticket. The man in charge of the ticket window smiles and says, "Free, if you have a proper companion."

You point to the raven. "See, this is Muninn." She caws obligingly.

"Here you are, two silver-rank tickets! These give you unlimited access to all rides and concession stands until you leave. No reentry. Have fun!" he tells you. You thank him and dash off, Muninn lifting off your shoulder to flap above you. 

Taking in everything, you consider the best place to start. Everyone around you has either a cat, python, or raven with them. They wear a variety of clothes from all over the world. You hear a multitude of languages and accents. 

The rides, on the other hand, are mostly classic ones. Vibrantly colorful lights flash from all directions, signs advertise the most extreme thrills, and dirt pathways lead visitors along twisty paths. 

A shimmering white arrow catches your attention. It sits on the ground, pointing to a ride. "Muninn! Ferris wheel!" you shout, looking up. She lands on your outstretched arm. You walk up to the back of the line.

Anticipation builds as you sit down in one of the compartments. You aren't super fond of heights, but the Ferris wheel feels secure and pretty mild. Plus, it's a classic carnival ride, so you're basically obligated to ride it at least once.

Once all the other riders are securely in the other compartments, the wheel starts moving. From this high up, the people and even the concession stands look tiny.

And then, as your booth begins going down, you get the weird sensation of falling. Though you know you're safe, it unsettles you slightly. A couple more times around, and then it's time to get off. 

On one fork of the path, there's a red arrow. You go to follow it, but Muninn warns, "Not the red ones! Only the white ones!" You're confused, but you agree to only follow the white arrows.

You don't spot any other glowing arrows, so you just wander a bit. Starting to become hungry, you look around for a food stand. 

A blue and white striped booth, surprisingly, sells exactly your favorite food! You walk up to the counter and say to the person, "One please?"

"Ticket?" They ask. You obligingly show them your silvery ticket. "Here you go then!" they smile and hand you the food. 

You smile back. "Thanks!" You cast around for a place to eat. At a nearby picnic table, you munch on your snack. "Time to leave soon," Muninn rasps.

"Awww, already? We just got here!" you complain.

The raven tilts her head. "Yes, but nonetheless, it is time to leave."

You sigh, but quickly finish eating. "Okay, let's go."

"The arrow is there." She pointed to a dirt path with one of the white arrows embedded in it. You stand up, discard your napkin, and set off for more adventures.

The path leads out of the fairgrounds and into a tiny grove of spruce trees. Leaving behind the sounds and smells of the carnival, you and your companion wind your way along an impossibly long path, one far too long to fit in the tiny patch of forest. The dark undergrowth presses in around you, but it feels comforting, almost like a familiar blanket, rather than sinister.

A breeze rustles the leaves, and owls call across the woods. You perceive the scent of freshly rained-on earth. Murky and blurry, darkness obscures the delicate twigs and rough bark of the trees. White arrows lead the way at every fork in the path.

Between two trees and ahead of you, lights pierce the blackness. Once you move out of the forest, an antique inn-slash-tavern blocks your view of the horizon. Wooden beams support a covered porch, real thatching covers the roof, and frosted glass makes up the well-lit windows. 

You feel relieved at the thought of a warm bed and a hot meal. The forest wasn't scary, but it was a lot of walking and the weather was a little chilly. Muninn flies beside you, seemingly just as tired as you.

Pushing open the door, you greet the other travelers who are already sitting at various circular wooden tables. A woman with a python draped over her head like a hat gestures you over. Why not? With Muninn following, you sit down at her table.

You soon learn that she doesn't speak English, and you don't speak her language, but you both manage rudimentary communication with gestures. She shows you a silver library card. You suppose this means that she's been to a library instead of a carnival. In return, you show your silver ticket. 

Her python fluidly moves down her arm onto the table. You are a bit wary of snakes, but this one is a Guide, so you don't worry much. The woman points to the snake and says, "Daisy," and then points to herself and says "Basira."

Your raven says "Muninn."

You say your own name. A waiter comes over, interrupting your sort of conversation. You order your favorite hot beverage, comfort food, and a hard-boiled egg for Muninn. 

Relaxing into your chair, you realize how hungry you really are. Your food comes surprisingly quickly. Basira has ordered some pasta dish; you aren't sure exactly what it is though.

Hurriedly, you dig in. The food is delicious. Once you finish eating, the waiter comes back and asks if you'd like to stay the night. Muninn decides for you. "Yes," she says. You bid farewell to Basira and Daisy and then go off to book a room for tonight.

Turns out all you had to do was present your silver ticket to get a room. Your room is at the top of a single flight of stairs. The bed is welcome after your long day (night?) of exploring. After you brush your teeth, you crawl under the quilts and fall asleep on the soft pillow, with Muninn perching on the arm of the rocking chair.

When you awaken, you yawn and sit up. The bed is really comfy and cozy; you don't want to get up, but you have more adventures ahead of you. 

Apparently, you're taking too long, so Muninn pokes you with her beak. "Yeah, yeah," you say, waving a hand. Yawning again, you notice a set of clothes on the bedside table in your size. You put them on and then follow the white arrow pointing out the window. Even though you've slept for hours, the sky is still dark and starry.

You're nervous, but outside the glass is an asphalt road. Climbing out, you turn back around. The window is now a perfectly normal door attached to the side of a brick building. The suburban city around you is just the right amount of crowded. Not lonely and abandoned, but not too many people either. Everything is gloomy, but the streetlights illuminate just enough to see comfortably.

You follow the glowing arrows along the road until they lead to the front door of a dilapidated antique bookstore. To your right, shelves and shelves extend far into the shop, farther than you can see. Books of every shape, color, material, and size line the shelves, enticing you with all their yet unknown stories. To your left, a woman stands behind a counter, and behind her, a menu sits on the wall, offering coffee, hot chocolate, muffins, and scones. 

The owner looks up as the bell dings above you. "Hello? Can I help you?" she says. You ask if she has the book you've been wanting for a while, but never seem to have the time or money to actually buy yourself.

She smiles. "Oh, of course! Right this way." You follow her through the dusty mahogany bookshelves. A metallic, gold-covered tome catches your eye. You stop, despite the owner still walking. You call to her, "Wait! What's this one?"

She turns to follow your gaze. "Oh, no, don't touch that one. It's not meant for travelers." 

"Huh?"

"I mean, it wouldn't hurt you or anything, but . . . knowing everything about the Shadow paths and the Guides and the arrows, well, it just isn't meant for visitors," she tries to explain. Like multiple other instances of confusing warnings, you simply accept it. If there's good magic, why not bad magic?

You shrug. "Okay. Lead on!"

The owner of the shop relaxes. You didn’t even notice she was worried. Muninn decides to land on your shoulder again.

You pay for the book by showing your silver ticket. Purchase safely in hand, you leave the nostalgic bookstore. Muninn mournfully says, "You must leave soon. It is almost over."

You frown because you don't want to go back to the normal, boring life. You don't want to leave this strange place full of adventures and whimsy. "Do I have to?"

"All journeys come to an end." Muninn points to a white arrow pointing to a ladder disappearing into a pitch-black hole in the grassy ground by the side of the road. "Back home," the raven explains.

You glance from the pit to Muninn. "Goodbye. I hope to see you again?" 

"Farewell," she caws, voice melancholy. You bid one last farewell to your raven, and then you climb carefully down the ladder out of the night into the even deeper darkness.

Back on the bench, you watch your friend finish their shopping and come out of the store. "Sorry! I hope you weren't too bored," they say. You smile. 

"You don't have to worry on that count." You hold up the book. "I definitely wasn't bored."

Maybe someday you'll get to go back and find out the secrets of the shadowy path: the golden book, the red arrows, and the always-dark sky. After all, someone has to supervise the ticket windows and wait on the tables and manage the bookstores. Maybe someday, you'll be one of the ones who show travelers the way.

You repeat, "I definitely wasn't bored." And you smile, remembering your Shadow Sojourn.

[jaymacavoy]

[ FINN COLE, CISMAN, HE/HIM ] Man, I wouldn’t want to get on their bad side. Who am I talking about? That’s JASON MACAVOY, they’re the ENFORCER for INDOMINUS. Not what you’d expect from most TWENTY-EIGHT year olds, right? Word has it that they’re just as LOYAL as they are HOT- HEADED, but I can’t help thinking about A STRING OF PURPLING BRUISES FRESH FROM A FIGHT when I see them.

I'll earn my stripes ;; heart of a beast, I′ll keep up the fight. when the lights go down && the sun comes up, break my bones && i'll still stand tough

stats.

full name:  jason thomas macavoy nicknames: jay, jayjay, mac birthday: april 5th age: twenty- eight birthplace: bronx, new york star sign: ares gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual gang affiliation: indominus rank: enforcer cover: trainer, bouncer & an occasional street fighter when the money gets tight. Kid’s always hustling. theme song: warrior by bonez

physical. 

face claim: finn cole hair color: dirty blonde eye color: icy blue height:  6ft 2in weight: 200lbs build: big, burly, and muscular, very tom hardy in the warrior tattoos: yes, similar to my tommy boy above scars: many, more scar than skin, each with a story. most notable a large stab wound on his left side. hair style: typically keeps it short

family.

mother: heidi macavoy, estranged stepfather: tommy fowler, deceased father: ma never mentioned him siblings: tba pets: none

personality. 

positives (+): determined, dauntless, loyal, strong negatives (-): reckless, hot headed, stubborn, uncouth  MBTI: ISTP fears: psssh none dancing & losing the people closest to him element: fire hogwarts house: gryffindor drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: rarely, thinks it throw off his fighting game/ yes/ yes aesthetics: a string of purpling bruises fresh from a fight, a pack of marlboro reds to take the edge off, raw knuckles, broken beer bottles, cigarette smoke clouding a room, gaping holes in the wall, more scar than skin, thick layer of sweat sheathing toned muscles & the ol' 1, 2 straight to the dome. character inpso: tom conlon (warrior), ryan atwood (the oc), will turner (pirates), rip wheeler (yellowstone), billy hope (southpaw), j cody (animal kingdom), johnny lawrence (cobra kai), frank farmer (the bodyguard), jon snow (GoT)

biography.

TW: fighting, death, alcohol toxic masculinity Jason Macavoy came into the world fighting, and he had been fighting ever since. His mother, a struggling actress, had just stepped foot on set when her first born son barreled into the world with clenched fists and a battle cry that would make his father proud. Not the washed up middleweight champ who couldn’t make it to the hospital on such short notice —the one Jason would grow up calling father— but the one night stand who knocked up Heidi Macavoy all those years ago. Growing up in the Bronx Jason was a handful: rambunctious, brimming with unbridled energy, and a temper that would only grow with time. He had trouble learning how to read and was easily set off by a poor test score or an off-handed taunt made by a classmate, landing him in several schoolyard scuffles. By the time Jason was five, his mother fled to pursue the career and the life she had always dreamed of, leaving Jason in the care of his wayward step-father.  His step-father wasn’t good for much anymore except for drinking and coaching, but Tommy was there and he was the only one who recognized Jason’s potential. He saw that for what his step-son lacked in brains, he made up for in athletic prowess. Young Jason was a natural talent when it came to fighting, and Tommy helped channel all his energy and anger into MMA in particular. He bloomed into a fighting prodigy and Tommy helped him get into all the right fights. His determination was feral, and the boy wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy of his mother’s love, one victory he’d never be able to manage. By the time Jason was 16, he became the youngest fighter in MMA history to secure a UFC contract. He was said to have the best left hook since Connor McGregor and was called a "child prodigy" by many in the fighting world. But as Jason’s athletic abilities continued to grow, so did his competitive edge and hot temper that continued to get him into trouble in and out of the cage. During a championship tournament of his short lived professional career, Jason had made a spectacle, allowing a foul to the boy’s side to ignite a wrath in him he didn’t even know he had. He went wild, shouting and swearing at the referee for the unfair call before striking him and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He was disqualified from competition and barred from the league before he turned eighteen.  Not long after Jason was banned from competition, his step-father passed away and his mother still wanted nothing to do with him. More lost than ever Jason turned to underground street fighting to get his fix. It was then Jason found the Indominus crew or rather they found him smack in the middle of a bar brawl at the tender age of seventeen. Young and hungry for a place that could appreciate and refine his raw potential, Jason was recruited by the crew. He now works as trainer and a bouncer and has spent the last ten years with Indominus, becoming one of their most loyal enforcers and fighters, growing more and more accustomed to the gritty underground lifestyle, the brawls, the arguments, the booze. His step-father’s voice in his head had never been more clear to him: fight.

headcanons.

Jason is a simple guy with simple needs, especially when it comes to technology. He currently uses a refurbished razor flip phone with a T9 keypad, hence why he texts like a 12 year old. That said, Jay would much rather call someone than text and rarely uses social media. He does have an instagram account that was made for him against his will (WC?), and he pops on to like the occasional photo every now and again. Basically, he's an old soul at heart and if he has to talk to someone he'd rather do it in person not behind a screen. Would have thrived in the 90s.

Jason rarely ever talks about his short professional career in the MMA and denies that he misses it, but the excitement in his voice when he watches a match on TV betrays him every. damn. time.

He has absolutely no love for traitors and snitches, and he sure as all hell believes they get deserve whatever the hell is coming to them. To him, it's a crime far worse than murder and nothing pisses him off more than deceit on that level. 

Jason is a pool shark. His step-father taught him when he was a kid. Every Wednesday night they'd go to Foley's Bar to play and Tommy would used Jason to hustle customers. Sure, he had essentially taken a kid to the bar with him and it was to keep him distracted while the man drank, but those are some of Jay's most cherished memories with him.

Rare, but when Jason is drunk enough he can low-key rap along to the best of 'em. Get Rich or Die Tryin was the first CD he ever bought nicked from the corner store and for better or for worse, he knows every single word of that album by heart.

Christina Aguilera stan. The Dirrty music video did something to his pre-teen brain chemistry & he wasn't the same since. He totally had her poster hanging in his bedroom growing up, even took it with him when he moved out.

Jason owns a Ducati and a ‘96 Camaro. Both in his favorite color, red. The Camaro was his step-father’s before he died which he inherited and fixed it up himself. He's super handy. The Ducati was his first big boy purchase after making some extra cash. They are both his prized possessions. 

Always has a pack of Marlboro's Reds in his back pocket and turns one upside down whenever he opens a fresh pack because someone once told him that if you made it to the last cigarette in your pack it meant you lived another day. Whether he shares or not, remains to be seen.

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Ranking my chickens based on how nice they are to handfeed

(I think it's worth noting that chickens can get 'better' at handfeeding, a week ago Ash was a pretty rough pecker, but now she's pretty nice and gentle)

#7 - Star, Barney, Bumblebee, Purple, and The Girl

These guys won't handfeed. It's as simple as that 🤷‍♀️

#6 - Fluffybutt

He won't always handfeed, and when he does he is pretty rough with it. He often misses the food and gets my fingers instead, and pecks pretty hard. He's a lovely gentle boy, he just doesn't know how to eat politely. He started most recently though so I expect he'll learn!

#5 - Nettle

She will handfeed pretty enthusiastically, but she pecks pretty hard. It's not a particularly pleasant experience 😭

#4 - Ash

Average. She's pretty nice, her pecks are not too aggressive, but not as gentle as they could be. She's also the most likely to interrupt others while I'm handfeeding them. She will let the chicks eat out of my hand with her, but no one else.

#3 - Maisie

Maisie is probably the MOST gentle, even moreso than the chicks! Handfeeding her in a lovely experience, but she loses points because she will chase the others out of the way to get to the food. She doesn't do it as often as Ash, but even Ash will stop handfeeding if she sees Maisie coming.

#2 - Red, Yellow, Blue

They're pretty happy to handfeed, and are very very gentle with their pecks! They're very polite and will share with pretty much anyone if given the chance. I'd prefer if they were a bit more confident though.

#1 - Hooter

Hooter is my absolute favourite to handfeed! She's so gentle, and gets so happy when I offer her food- if she sees me holding my hand out she will run to it! She also lets me pet her back while she's feeding, which is lovely. She's turning into a nice friendly pullet, though she's still got a skittish side. The only downside to feeding Hooter is that she often gets scared off by Ash or Maisie.