#forest batt

[mappsiemakesthings]

I also did some spinning!

This green batt had been lying around since.. idk 1 or 2 years, but I splurged on a second cross spindle and NEEDED to spin something and this was the first thing the fell into my hands!

With this I also figured out a way to chainply on the fly - and it made me finish these 4 wonderful turtles in a record time (mappsie record time, but still xD)

The batt's fiber content is: 60% Merino 20% Shetland 20% Tencel

Then I started with these pretties I bought secondhand from Kleinanzeigen.de

200g total! 1 turtle done. Again with chainply-on-the-fly because it's working well for me, my hands and wrist, and brain.

I've been also chipping away on the black merino with red silk which took forever, but I finished spinning all its fluff into a single which is now waiting to be plied.

Also, I spun more of this stuff which I'm pretty sure there's still some fluff left. Ah well, langsam nährt sich das Eichhörnchen, as the German saying goes.

Also also I've plied another turtle full of white alpaca and Paz coloured merino/silk mix.

And then! Well then my spinning streak was interrupted by some

✨ nålbinding ✨

It FINALLY clicked for me, after 5 years of on/off trying! I'll show that in the next post (whenever I'll get to make it lol)

[forasgaard]

Salvation

pairing: Neteyam x Reader

warnings: aged up Neteyam, fluff, injury, sickness, smut

summary: With the arrival of the new sky people, an epidemic spread over Pandora and infested many Omatikaya. Even the Sully family wasn't spared. Eva is a healer and tries to develop an antibiotic, with the help of the oldest Sully son. Her sudden feelings for that boy and the spreading of the virus make it even more complicated.

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Part 1

Pandora.

One of the fourteen moons that cycle the gas planet Polyphemus and home of the Na'vi.

My life there was not that exciting - not until the humans came and until I met Neteyam. Not until the whole clan was endangered.

I was a healer, well I received a training as a doctor in the field of  human medicine with the focus on Na'vi biology.

I came with my parents to Pandora, many years ago. My father was a soldier at the RDA. He died in the battle against the Omatikaya. My Mom was a geologist. She was the sister of Norm Spellman, who came to Pandora to work at the avatar-project with Dr. Augustine.

He was the reason I could begin my training and I even became my own Avatar body. To help Norm. He dived more and more into medicine, the last years and he was glad, I could help him. Doctors that are familiar with the Na'vi biology and physiology were always needed.

"Eva"

A voice let we flinch. I looked up from the touchpad, where I just sorted files and reports. Norm insisted that every note and information we had about the Na'vi biology, was always organised and sorted.

"We have to hurry, an emergency at the Third Plain. I'll explain it on the chopper", Norm said.

Something like that always happened here on Pandora. Precisely since a new devision of human military landed on Pandora a few weeks ago.

Sky Peope, as the Na'vi called them. Since then, there were attacks and battles between the humans and Omatikaya, which led to many injuries and even deaths.

Norm and I lay down in our avatar pods and a few seconds later, I woke up in my second blue body. At the beginning, it seemed to light and not really balanced, but now I liked it more than my human body. It was more athletic and flexible.

We jumped into one of the helicopters and flew over the green treetops of Pandora.

The Third Plain wasn't far from the Home Tree of the Na'vi. We saw some of them on their flying lizards, the Ikrans. Rivers and waterfalls wiggled though the landscape and formed a harsh contrast to the ever-present green of the trees. We saw wonderful animals and plants higher than houses and mountains hovering in the sky. It was breathtaking.

Norm told me what happened: "There was an attack of the Omatikaya. Just at one of the new railroad line. The train derailed and the whole cargo exploded." Norm gazed out of the window, lost in thoughts. "Led by Tokuk Makto."

Toruk Makto. Everyone knew that name: Jake Sully. The paraplegic Marine veteran, who came here instead of his brother and who became one of the Na'vi. Norm had told me everything about him and I even met him a few times.

Sometimes, it was difficult to drew a line between humans and Na'vi. Of course, we supported both the Omatikaya and humans. We were neutral about the Na'vi, especially when some of them were fiends with the natives. Like that one boy Spider. He even was almost one of them. But since the new humans came here, things just got a little more complicated.

"One of the Sully boys got shot in batte", Norm explained. "We have to remove the bullet and stitch up the wound. Nothing complicated but I wanted you to join."

I nodded. Field operations were always exciting.

We landed on a glade where the trees weren't so dense. The village of the Omatikaya was only a short walk away. We walked through the enormous forest and I was amazed by the beautiful nature and life of the Na'vi. We met many natives, who greeted us happily. We weren't foreigners here. Some kids jumped in circled around us and laughed something in their language. I've got lessons in Na'vi for many years and could easily understand them. Speaking was a bit of an issue.

Jake Sully's hut was bigger than the rest - obviously, he was Toruk Makto.

Inside, it was dim and weaved decoration hung from the ceiling.

Jake and his family already awaited us. The leader of the Omatikaya Clan shook our hands and told us briefly what happened. His oldest son, Neteyam got wounded in battle and he now rested on a bed on the floor. His mother Neytiri kneeled next to him and had placed a hand on her son's shoulder. The other three Sully kids sat a few meters away and observed us silently. One of them was Kiri, the girl who visited us often in the lab to see her mother Grace. She smiled at me and I replied that gesture.

Norm sat down next to the boy and began his work. I opened our case and gave him gloves and all the instruments he needed. We worked fast and organised, we had done that like a thousand times.

Neteyam made a grimace when Norm gave him a injection for local anaesthetic. He opened the wound with a scalpel and fished out the bullet with a pincette. Eventually, he stitched up the wound and disinfected it. The whole time, he talked with Jake and Neytiri about the attack and the new human division. I watched over the patient. Neteyam seemed the same age as me. He wore braids like most Omatikaya und had tucked them behind the ears, which twitched uncontrollable.

He hissed when Norm applied the bandage too tightly. His ears flattened like a cat and I could see his pointy fangs. Neytiri grunted an admonishing word at him.

Neteyam seemed to be much like his father. The same high cheekbones decorated his face and stronger muscles showed beneath his blue skin.

"All done", Norm stored his instruments back in the case and shut the lid. He looked at Neteyam. "Next time, you'll be more careful. You were lucky the bullet hit one of your ribs. F few inches further down and it could've gone worse."

Neytiri made a startled noise and Neteyam lowered his head. "Yes, Sir"

His yellow eyes suddenly looked at me and for a second, the time stopped. Did the other Na'vis had the same sparkling in their yellow eyes?

Jake's voice brought me back to the present moment. "Norm, I want you two to take a look at Takyte. She's not feeling well, Mo'at tried everything bit nothing works. We're really worried."

"Yeah, of course. We will do that." Norm got up and cleaned his bloody hand with a cloth.

"C'mon Eva, let's see the next patient!"

Neteyam thanked us und I looked at him one last time as we left the hut. That boy had something, that made me curious about him.

[asimplearchivist]

(This has been sitting in my drafts long enough…my fear of mischaracterizing Astarion is lesser than the agitation of seeing this beast among my WIPs. @fangswbenefits I’m affectionately blaming you for giving me pale elf brain rot🫣)

Okay guys this may be a very niche concept that will appeal to maybe like two people total but it hasn’t left my mind since I mentioned the idea to a buddy of mine who convinced me to play bg3…(Cullen and Astarion have a lot of similarities, which I would love to elaborate on later, but…) hear me out—it could be a very interesting dynamic to play with in a crossover.

Headcanons under the cut:

I’m not usually one for crossovers unless they’re in self-contained within a fandom (like Pokémon or Dragon Age, for example—there’s a phenomenal fic called The Half-Life of Element Zero by @unhealthynpcobsession which is a DAI/MEA crossover and safely one of the only “cross-fandom” crossovers I genuinely enjoy and adore bc the story and concepts are contextually sound and professionally orchestrated), but I feel like the sheer numbers of DAI fanfiction that explore the concept of the Breach opening up portals into other worlds (namely our modern Earth, thus the Modern Girl in Thedas trope, my beloved) could include adjacent worlds. I believe I have seen Skyrim before, so why not Baldur’s Gate 3? (Now keep in mind I know next to nothing about BG3 bc I am newly introduced to its lore and everything but) I think one could easily get away with having Astarion somehow slip through the Breach, along with the Sole Survivor at the Conclave.

(Holy shit why did this turn out so fucking long?)

The Survivor wakes—chained, cold, and aching—in the cells beneath the chantry, interrogated by Cassandra and Leliana, and denies her involvement with the Temple’s destruction. Forced to cooperate with the Survivor due to their dire need for the Mark and its potential use related to the Rifts, Cassandra casts a scowl at Leliana. “I will escort the prisoner if you will deal with the pale elf.”

Leliana only responds mildly, “I will continue to deal with him as I have been for the last three days—as well as nurse the migraine that he has caused.”

The Survivor doesn’t meet this esteemed “pale elf” until the battle at the Temple, and she only sees him from afar—he accompanied Leliana’s men to deal with the array of Shades and Wraiths that speckled the cratered grounds while the rest picked away at gargantuan Pride. She notices he is masterfully skilled with his weapons, perhaps even peculiarly so—she also notices that he has far greater strength, agility, and stamina than the average elf, easily surpassing the abilities of his peers.

She doesn’t see him again until well after the dust has settled—the Breach has been patched, Haven is able to reassess themselves, and the new Inquisition begins to construct their foundation. The newly named Herald of Andraste attempts to escape it all, fleeing into the grounds beyond Haven’s gates under the guise of fulfilling favors and errands for the various supervisors in the village, and stumbles across an abandoned cabin in the forest—at least she thought it was abandoned, at first.

She’s rummaging through the things there, finds the passed healer’s notes, but the lightest creak of displaced wood behind her tips her off to the presence of another. She whirls, hand already flying to her weapon, and backs up against the table, sending things clattering to the floor. The pale elf stands there, smirking at her startle.

“Act all the victim when you intrude on my space,” he croons, tilting his head and tutting at her, “my, how manners seem hard to come by around here.”

“You’re that—” She stops, hesitates, starts again. “Sister Leliana mentioned you. You’re the only other one who survived the blast.”

“That is comparatively the least of my problems and only the beginning of my present predicament, yes.” His eyes—as brilliant a crimson as the blood that still crusts the wounds that litter her bruised, battered, borderline broken body—scan her form from top to bottom, pause on her bandaged hand, and return to meet her uneasy gaze with a considerate one of his own. “Although I’m afraid I can confidently say that I ended up with the better of the lots drawn between the two of us.” His expression relaxes, just a little, a thready furrow forming between his silverite brows. “Does that hurt?”

She clenches her fist and clenches her teeth. “It’s dismissible.”

“Considering I heard tell that it is in the process of consuming you, I would disagree—but, I digress!” He flashes her a toothy smirk. “I am just grateful that there are no longer demons spewing out of that torn arsehole in the sky.”

She stares at him for a long moment, uncertain what to say in response. She’s exhausted, sore, and reeling from the last week of utter unfortunate bullshit that had befallen her.

“You’re…rather tall, for an elf,” she finally says lamely.

His brows arch into his forehead in clear surprise before he tips his head back and laughs. It exposes his teeth, and…no, those were not fangs. It must have been a trick of the firelight.

“It does seem that my kindred, however distantly related they are, do not possess as generous of traits as I,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “All so thin and lithe and…well, diminutive…it’s truly a marvel how they’re able to get anything done without breaking their hollow little bones. It’s little wonder that they seem so afraid of everyone else around here.”

She frowns, echoing, “‘Distantly related’?” with some dubiousness.

“Oh, your lovely spymaster didn’t tell you? I’m shocked.” The stranger gestures to himself with his arms extended to either side. “You have my sincerest apologies, my dear, I haven’t even introduced myself—I complain of lack of manners, yet fail to offer them in due turn.” He dips at the waist briefly, eyes glittering through his frosty lashes. “My name is Astarion, and…to put it simply, I am not supposed to be here.”

“I imagine anyone is fortunate to have walked away from all that destruction unscathed,” she responds mildly, narrowing her eyes.

“How cute,” he simpers, straightening and bracing his hands on his hips. “I fail to possess sufficient enough knowledge of magic in order to explain how in the hells this happened, exactly, but I originate from a place called Faerûn—not your delightfully archaic ‘Thedas’.”

He goes on to ramble about his companions, at least two of whom would have been far better suited to hypothesize how to rectify this particular ‘magical’ predicament. He tells her about their unusual circumstances of being thrust together, forced to cooperate and work towards fixing their looming health issues and the threat that faces their world.

She studies him for a long moment after he finishes. “…It sounds as if you and I are trapped in similar problems,” she sighs, rubbing her face. “As incredible as this all sounds, I sincerely doubt such a story could be easily invented on the spot…so you have my sympathies. Do you think that you’ll be able to return home?”

“Sister Leliana introduced me to that lovely gentleman who dresses like a vagrant. Supposedly, he’s the resident authority on this…‘Fade magic’, as it were?” he surmises.

“So I’ve heard,” she responds.

“Yes, well, our conversation was cut rather short at the time due to him being rather persistent in keeping his eye on that little souvenir.”

She flexes her hand and glances away. She’s been doing her damnedest not to dwell on the burning in her palm, thank you very much, and she didn’t particularly want to discuss it, either.

“Nevertheless,” he continues lightly, although his tone tempers into something more neutral, “he promised that he would look into the issue.”

“That’s…that’s good,” she replies quietly. “I hope he finds a way to send you back.”

The pale elf tilts his head at her then, eyes contemplative when she looks back up. He offers her a thin-lipped smile—this one actually reaches his eyes, softening his angular features. “As much as I am grateful not to be in your position, I do apologize. It would seem that the weight of your new moniker is not one to be taken lightly.”

“It is what it is,” she grits out. “They will believe what they wish regardless of my input.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier.” He leans in, holding her stare. “…I think it best to remain nearby, for the time being. Sole survivors of a devastating explosion still under scrutiny by those newly in power ought to stick together, yes?”

She relaxes, just slightly. “As long as you’re not the one who caused all of this.”

His expression sobers enough that it jars her. “I am the least inclined to cause spontaneous combustion among my compatriots,” he tells her, attempting humor, but there’s something in his eyes that contrasts his words entirely—a lingering fear, apprehension, borderline horror, if she has to place a name on it. “But no. I did not. And I think I have a few choice words—and daggers—on reserve for whoever did cause all of this devastation. I never asked to be thrown into the middle of this refuse burn.”

“Neither did I.” She offers him a bow in return and gives him her name. “I would say it’s been pleasant to make your acquaintance, but…I think we both are allowed to say that we would rather not have met at all.”

“Agreed.” He stoops to pick up the papers Adan had sent her to find and hands them to her. “I trust I will see you again soon?”

“You do intend to stay?” she asks, brow furrowing as she tucks them into her pocket.

“I’ve nowhere else to go,” he begins, “and fleeing from an investigation would provide rather damning evidence for the prosecution, even if misused. For now I’ll lend my particular set of skills and…services to this delightful little collection of vagabonds. I think you need all the help you can get, given that poor, overworked general of yours is relying on farmers and pilgrims to become your armed force.”

“I don’t speak on behalf of the others,” she says, “but I thank you. You’re greatly appreciated.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he purrs. “Now…do go get some rest, my dear. You look positively horrible for someone who has slept for nearly six days.”

His nonchalant sincerity startles a laugh out of her—the first in what felt like an age. He seems pleased to have done so. She departs the cabin feeling slightly less isolated than before.

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

So I’m a firm believer in “The BATTs are Raine’s kids” but one thing that always bugged me a little was the fact that Raine- who was willing to throw away the whole plan to kill Darius and Eber because Eda had kids, and who purposefully did everything they could to keep the people they loved out of harm’s way, like lying to Eda and leaving Amber on the airship during the DOU- was willing to let themself die in the forest with Eda when their kids were still in prison. And then I read this post by @icedmochasi

And suddenly it made sense.

Raine didn’t go after their kids because they thought their kids were dead.

Remember this line? Raine’s no fool. They know what happens to traitors. And to make things worse, Darius made it clear that the younger BATTs weren’t the ones he was looking for- meaning they’re disposable. For all Raine knew, Darius destroyed them right then and there- and if he didn’t, he was probably sending them off to be killed. Hell, if it were any of the other Coven Heads, they probably would have sent them off to die. Luckily, it was Darius, and he just plopped them in an unlocked cell.

But Raine didn’t know that.

And this just breaks my heart. Look at their expression when Darius teleports the BATTs away.

Honestly, I’d argue that this is almost the most outwardly distressed we see them in the entire show (with the exception of right after their capture in King’s Tide, when they cry out for Eda). They just look so shocked, so absolutely horrified. Eda looks alarmed too, but more in a “holy shit, did that just happen?” sort of way. Raine, on the other hand, looks totally devastated. That’s the face of a mentor/parent who just lost their kids.

Of course they were willing to kill Darius afterwards. Of course they were willing to die. They’re in shock, they’re heartbroken, and they’re probably absolutely furious. And they’re probably not thinking straight, hence why they didn’t fight Eda on it when she decided to die with them.

But then they learn that she has kids, and they throw everything out the window, because now more than ever they understand just how much her kids need her and how much she needs them. They understand because they’d do anything to be with their kids again right now, to have been able to save them or at least hold them one last time. They won’t let Eda make the same mistake they did.

Just…ouch.

Bonus because I can’t take anything seriously:

Darius: …and so after my mentor’s death, I started to become suspicious. I dug deeper and discovered some sketchy things about the Day of Unity. From there, I approached Eberwolf and started to plan. When we found out that you were causing trouble, we volunteered to try and “capture” you in hopes of intercepting you before the likes of Kikimora got to you. Any questions?

Raine: Yeah, just one. WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CHILDREN, DARIUS?!

[mothwitch-arcanum]

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AAAA!! HI! THANK YOU! I CAN FINALLY RANT ABOUT THE BLOG'S NAMESAKE!

Let me introduce to you my OC, Mothwitch!

(Art super graciously doodled by my friend who doesn't have any social media (that they want me to promote at least) sadly.)

🧠: What was their original character concept? Do they have any specific theming?

Moths are my favorite animals and Witches are my favorite aesthetic so that was what I built off of!

Narratively she is primarily based off of the West Virginian Mothman, having grayish skin, bright red eyes and very imposing silhouette, being that she's a staggering 7 feet (or 2.1 meters) tall!

However she is also partially based on the legend of The Bell Witch, which is reflected most clearly with her true name, Belladona "Belle" Batts, referencing both the Bell family and Kate Batts, the name of the witch/poltergeist that haunted the former!

Though her body's color scheme doesn't reflect it, her clothing is actually colored (somewhat) after the Polyphemus Moth (Antharaea Polyphemus) using more browns and yellows as well as dark purple/blues in parts like her hat and gloves.

🌠: What is their Afflatus? Why are they associated with that Afflatus?

Mothwitch's afflatus is Plant! She mostly deals in potions like Sotheby, and she lives (used to till she was recruited) in a cabin somewhere in the Appalachian mountains, specifically having an affinity for Sweet Maple forests and trees!

[lunamagicablu]

Vieni, cammina con me nella dimora benedetta della foresta, Per vedere la meravigliosa bellezza che la Terra ha donato; Ci crogioleremo nello splendore surreale che ci circonda, e ascolteremo la natura che compone la grande opera della foresta, come suoni di alberi sussurranti e ruscelli gorgoglianti, manderemo le nostre menti a vagare nei bei sogni di un poeta.

Cammineremo dove la luce del sole fa risplendere le foglie della foresta, tessendo sentieri aperti per illuminare di luce dorata tutto ciò che sta sotto; Dove gli alberi ci riparano dal caldo estivo e dai raggi aspri, Liberando le nostre menti così che possiamo vedere le vie di Madre Natura, Di creare santuari nutritivi per la vita che dimora lì, Per proteggere i suoi teneri reparti da tempeste troppo difficili da sopportare.

Vieni a sederti sotto le braci ardenti di un albero autunnale, le cui ricche sfumature sono una meraviglia naturale che molti vengono a vedere, mentre foglie colorate scivolano giù in un corso vorticoso, come braci che si staccano dalla loro fonte fiammeggiante. Risplendendo per un momento come se cadessero al loro destino finale, invece, nutrendo la Terra per la rinascita in un nuovo stato.

La foresta svernante sembra essere un luogo immobile e desolato. Eppure, sotto la neve e le foglie autunnali della base di un albero, batte il battito promettente di una nuova vita che attende pazientemente che il calore e la pioggia primaverili spalanchino le porte della natura; Vaga con me sotto gli alberi in piedi forte su tutto, Per guardarli dormire tranquillamente fino al richiamo della natura.

Passeggiamo nella foresta di primavera dove raccoglieremo la gioia della Terra che risveglia i suoi figli dal sonno, e ascolteremo il coro della vita e guarderemo la sua prole crescere, mentre gli alberi al risveglio rinnovano il loro baldacchino su tutto ciò che è sotto; Vieni a condividere con me lo spirito della foresta alla rinascita, Così anche noi rinasciamo in questo tempio della Terra.

Ogni tanto rispondiamo alla chiamata della foresta, per venire a vedere la bellezza della vita e il miracolo di tutto ciò; Se ascoltiamo con il cuore mentre camminiamo tra gli alberi, possiamo comprendere il messaggio portato dalla brezza, per fonderci con lo spirito della foresta, così ci indurrà a camminare sotto i suoi adorabili alberi solo per un po'. © Belinda Stotler

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Come, walk with me in the blessed forest abode, To see the wondrous beauty that the Earth has bestowed; We will bask in the surreal splendor that surrounds us, and we will listen to the nature that composes the great work of the forest, like sounds of whispering trees and babbling streams, we'll send our minds wandering into a poet's beautiful dreams.

We'll walk where the sunlight makes the forest leaves shine, weaving open paths to illuminate with golden light all that lies below; Where trees shelter us from the summer heat and harsh rays, Freeing our minds so we can see the ways of Mother Nature, To create nourishing sanctuaries for the life that dwells there, To protect his tender wards from storms too hard to bear.

Come and sit under the glowing embers of an autumn tree, whose rich hues are a natural wonder that many come to see, as colored leaves slide down in a swirling course, like embers breaking away from their flaming source. Shining for a moment as if they fell to their final doom, instead, nourishing the Earth for rebirth in a new state.

The wintering forest seems to be a still and desolate place. Yet beneath the snow and autumn leaves of a tree base, beats the promising beat of a new life patiently waiting may the warmth and rain of spring open wide the doors of nature; Roam with me under the trees standing strong on all, To watch them sleep peacefully until the call of the wild.

We walk in the spring forest where we will harvest Earth's joy waking her children from slumber, and we will listen to life's chorus and watch its offspring grow, as the waking trees renew their canopy over all that is below; Come share with me the spirit of the forest to rebirth, Thus we too are reborn in this temple of the Earth.

Now and then we answer the forest's call, to come and see the beauty of life and the miracle of it all; If we listen with our hearts as we walk among the trees, we can understand the message carried on the breeze, to merge with the spirit of the forest, so it will induce us to walk under its lovely trees for just a while. © Belinda Stotler 

[elysiium]

the icarian ›› leather jackets , bloody knuckles , skeletons in the closet and a fuckboy attitude . infections of another kind , chasing rollarcoasters , bring far too young to die .   𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐃 𝐔 𝐂 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 :   logan starkweather ,  born  in 1991 .   𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑵'𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 of new york institute .   doppelgänger of  𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 .   more info  found  below .

𝟎𝟏.     | 𝑏 𝑎 𝑠 𝑖 𝑐 𝑖 𝑛 𝑓 𝑜 𝑟 𝑚 𝑎 𝑡 𝑖 𝑜 𝑛 .

* 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : logan starkweather ( pronounced low · guh · in ) . 𝐀𝐆𝐄 : thirty . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : he , him . 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 : shadowhunter . 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 : pansexual . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : a flat with his fiance and the shadowhunter institute ( new york ) . 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : the clave .

𝟎𝟐.     | 𝑝 𝑒 𝑟 𝑠 𝑜 𝑛 𝑎 𝑙 𝑖 𝑡 𝑦 & 𝑎 𝑒 𝑠 𝑡 𝘩 𝑒 𝑡 𝑖 𝑐 𝑠 .

* 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 : disciplined ; you leapt from crumbling bridges watching cityscapes turn to dust . loyal ; and if you were drowned at sea i'd give you my lungs so you could breathe . valiant ; come out and haunt me . 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 : impatient ; faith falls hard on our shoulders . judgmental ; take a look in the mirror and what do you see . regretful ; lost souls in revelry .

𝟎𝟑.     | 𝘩 𝑖 𝑠 𝑝 𝑎 𝑠 𝑡 .

the starkweathers were known for being cruel and murderous towards downworlders , a reputation that began long ago that carries still today . but their hatred became their downfall ; their family not as well-respected in the shadow community as some of the other old families .

despite their ruined reputation , logan grew up happy and loved within his family . they lived in idris on a farm on the outskirts of the brocelind forest . his father was part of the guard , while his mother preferred a quieter life , tending to their farm . they had six children , logan the oldest , and like all shadowhunters was trained since birth on how to fight the demons that plagued the world .

his life was simple before he fell in love with a mundane , araminta clarke . ascension was the only answer for them to truly be together — for his partner to forgo their humanity and become celestial . it took a long time for logan to convince the clave , but his wishes were eventually granted . she became a shadowhunter , a good one at that : the perfect partner and wife for him .

but everything changed when his younger sister ( ten at the time ) died during her rune ceremony . the details only known to logan and his father , but whatever happened left a stain upon their family .

he broke off his engagement , sacrificing his love for duty and his grief . for a time , he buried himself in his work and meaningless partying . he distant himself from minty , cutting ties with her entirely , an act he regrets to this day .

𝟎𝟒.     | 𝘩 𝑖 𝑠 𝑝 𝑟 𝑒 𝑠 𝑒 𝑛 𝑡 .

travelling institute to institute , logan kept himself busy : completing and excelling at his job until he was promoted to new york institutes weapon master .

eventually he got re-engaged to another shadowhunter : ayla turan , a childhood friend and a match that made both his and the turan family happy for the union as their families shared similar views to the downworld . mostly it was for him to keep an eye on her ( and out of trouble ) which , while he does not agree with how ayla sees and plays with the downworld , he respects and trusts her .

while his internal battle of his feelings about downworlders continue raging inside of him , he will not stray from his duty . protecting humankind , protecting innocent and , rebuilding the shadowhunters , even while it seems that at ever major event the apocalypse is on the horizon .

𝟎𝟓.     | 𝘩 𝑒 𝑎 𝑑 𝑐 𝑎 𝑛 𝑜 𝑛 𝑠 .

he is ambidextrous : able to use his left and right hands equally well .

he uses a seraph blade as his standard weapon . it is named after the angel sarathiel .

he has an open relationship with his fiancé . neither of them were in love when they got engaged so both are happy with the arrangement ( enjoying themselves and others ) .

𝟎𝟔.     | 𝑐 𝑜 𝑛 𝑛 𝑒 𝑐 𝑡 𝑖 𝑜 𝑛 𝑠 .

* 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 : eugene starkweather ( father ) , sonia starkweather ( mother ) , olivia starkweather ( sister , deceased ) , siblings ( open ) & novelita cuntapay ( parabatai ) . 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 : araminta clarke ( ex-finacé ) , ayla turan ( fiancé ) , kaelie morais ( fuck-buddy ) . 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 : danny reyes , kalie morais , gabriel zhao . 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 : araminta clarke , demons ( and some demonic downworlders ) .

𝟎𝟕.     | 𝑤 𝑎 𝑛 𝑡 𝑒 𝑑 𝑝 𝑙 𝑜 𝑡 𝑠 .

beneath the skin of our tattoos ➜ logan and his siblings grew up in idris , the capital city of the shadowhunters . they trained together , banding together to overcome the reputation of their family . not all the siblings got along , just like any other family , but at the end of the day they would always have each other’s backs ( open : see wanted connection ) .

we'll go deeper than the ink ➜ they grew up together and , despite the amount of siblings logan has , formed a bond that was more intense than any of his family . it was no surprise to anyone when he chose them to be his parabatai ( closed : nazanin cuntapay ) .

trapped in a burning house in a silent picture and there is no way out except to watch the love between us die ➜ he fell in love with her , took her humanity to become shadowhunter only to break it off with no good reason . now , after time apart , their relationship is fragile as crystal glass . ( closed : araminta clarke ) .

we're living different lives , heaven only knows ➜ it was an arrangement made between their families that got logan engaged to her . while not in love with her , nor she with him , they both still enjoy each others company and get along despite their different view points . they have an open relationship , indulging in each other while also with others ( closed : ayla turan ) .

𝟎𝟖.     | 𝑟 𝑒 𝑠 𝑜 𝑢 𝑟 𝑐 𝑒 𝑠 .

* template & psd is created by goodvibesrph .

[darrowfire15]

Just a personal TOH AU. Kind of a swap AU? But different, in a way. The specifics are down below.

(Original Role - Character who replaces the role)

Luz - A different human(An OC, perhaps)

Eda - Robyn (OC, we'd give him a curse)

Raine Whispers - Vitimir

Darius Deammone - Hettie Cutburn

Eberwolf - Mason

Lilith - Wilder (One of Robyn's brothers, a small personality change)

Clawthrone parents - Giselle and Alto (Robyn's parents)

Terra Snapdragon - Darius Deammone

Adrian Graye - Raine Whispers

The BATTS/CATTS - Eda, Lilith, and Morton

Boscha, Cat, and Amelia - Bria, Gavin, and Angmar (They hold themselves higher than the weaker studenta)

Hexside is switched out for Glandus High, along with the students, teachers, and principal.

King, the Collector, Steve, Hunter, and Belos are the same.

The HexSquad would be made up of Glandus students who were known to be "weaker"

Hooty won't have the Owl motif, more of a dragon than an Owl? Or a Griffin? Maybe, still working on it.

The story would also obviously change slightly based on the characters, especially with the location, Coven Heads, and school changes. A few iconic scenes would've been altered as well, like the Raeda scene in the forest. I doubt that Vitimir can learn Bard magic in a day /j

The name is still being thought up. The Griffin House? The Dragon House? Depends on what kind of curse I give Robyn, which is another can of worms.

I love figuring out small details. It's so fun! /pos

[coccaonthinks]

Il mio corpo contiene: Un amore troppo grande, che non so come fa a starci tutto dentro la pelle. Un abbraccio grosso che di notte viene a cercarmi, un abbraccio che cerco, che mi culli, mi stringa e mi dica: non preoccuparti, ci penso io a te. Una mancanza gigantesca, quella di chi non c’è più, di chi non ci può essere, di chi per il momento è in ostaggio alle circostanze. Una speranza salda come una quercia millenaria: andrà tutto bene, siamo vicini lo stesso. Il mio corpo contiene molti capelli, e un progetto per capello, un’idea per doppiapunta, e no, non li taglio, le doppiepunte guariranno anche loro. Il mio corpo contiene un ginocchio destro, un ginocchio maestro, qualche vite cigolante, che dice: rallenta, vai piano, semina bene, ci vuole del tempo per veder crescere un albero. Intanto osserva le foreste silenti. Il mio corpo contiene un figlio mai nato, un ti amo mai detto, e forse mai pensato. Il mio corpo contiene un cuore che batte, a volte uno swing, a volte rock and roll, a volte un lento, da ballare guancia a guancia. Il mio corpo contiene una lingua senza peli, e molti peli sulle gambe. Uno stomaco col pelo che digerisce pietre e rospi, e peli sulle gambe che regalano chiacchiere e intimità con chi se ne occupa. Il mio corpo contiene due occhi tristi e curiosi, e un terz’occhio che si apre quando li chiudo, e permetto che sia. Che sia come sia, da quell’occhio vedo molto meglio, lì non c’è miopia. Il mio corpo contiene labbra che sorridono, labbra che parlano, labbra che si schiudono, denti che le mordono per imparare a far silenzio. Loro baciano a volte, molte volte la nipotina, a cui i miei baci piacciono molto, così mi ha detto. Il mio corpo contiene dita e unghie, che graffiano, che ticchettano sulla tastiera, che arrotolano capelli, che stringono matite, e a volte mani. Spesso sulle unghie c’è lo smalto, anche su quelle dei piedi, tutto l’anno. Il mio corpo contiene molte lacrime, come in uno scrigno. A volte me le fa piangere, ma spesso se le tiene strette, ha sete il corpo, si sa. Il mio corpo contiene pensieri, ed è il mio Maestro. Il mio corpo mi contiene e mi insegna a darmi e ad amarmi. Il mio corpo è una poesia. Ed io la sto imparando.

[sound-under-the-sea]

Wait can I ask if there are any games for your Owl House HCs? Like do the coven scouts play games to cool off or do the coven heads have a favorite game? (Does Belos actually play chess?)

(Adrian has to be a sore loser. I think. Haven’t watched in a while but vibes.)

Hmm…Interesting question.

Jokingly, I suggested thst that Elder Coven Heads like Snapdragon, Cutburn and the previous Beast Keeping Coven Head liked playing knife monopoly because Snapdragon suggested it. When they play it, they get really into it and Belos just straight up banned it I believe the more older Coven Heads prefer more intense games with actual stakes, like Roulette. They don’t play mundane games as they consider them time wasters.

As for with the younger Coven Heads, it can range from scrabble to a card game to wait for the meeting to start. Graye is a sore ass loser while Darius and Eber keep beating him. Sometimes Osran and Vitimir would join in, but Osran would be accused of cheating.

If she has time, which barely, Lilith would do a quick game of scrabble. No one wants to play with her or Cutburn because everyone can’t beat them as they memorize either the dictionary or an anatomy book.

Graye: How is teleological a bloody word?

Lilith: It is. It means to question the design or purpose of a natural phenomena.

Darius: Do read the dictionary for fun?

Lilith: Yes, why?

Darius:

Eber, putting down letters: Telephone.

Graye just decides to flip the board because he’s a petty loser.

When Raine arrives, Darius, Eber and them play guess that song if they want to seem as though nothing is wrong. They would play this with the BATTs too as a team building exercise.

As for the Coven Scouts/Scout Captains, they would rarely play games. Depending on the Squadron’s Captain, they can play few games while out working. Simple ones like I Spy or “would you rather?“ While in the break room or in the barracks, they would be playing games like truth or dare or doing crazy memes. Though those who hold the Coven ideals tightly, they don’t participate as they have better things to do. My OCs rarely include them as they start realize that the Coven is bad. Most of games they play are when they are away from the castle.

As for with Lilith, she would rarely be included as she has a busy schedule. Though, Steve and Shea try to include her games as to relax. Though this would be walking games while on missions. Once when they ran out of games, Lilith would suggest a childhood game that she and Eda would play while they explored the forest. Like a game of who can name the different types of foliage or animals.

Hmm…As a 1600s puritan, I assume someone taught him or else he wouldn’t be able to play. I doubt he’d trust anyone on the Isles because he hates them so yeah. If anyone taught him, it would’ve been his brother but because he has paranoia and doesn’t trust anyone, I doubt he would play with anyone if knew how to play. Maybe for amusement, he would do it the GGs, but because he has rancid vibes, I don’t think so.

I hope this satisfied you. Thank you for the ask. Have a nice day/evening.

[mappsiemakesthings]

Playground spinning!

This is the second half of what I call the Neon Forest Batt.

It seems I never posted the first half, so here it is ^_^:

[acergi]

Okay I’m gonna try and put together my prediction for a timeline:

I HAVE NOT WATCHED FOR THE FUTURE YET PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL IT IN REPLIES!!!!

Also, this only has stuff in the trailer, so I’m tagging it with spoilers, but there aren’t really any. I’m putting it under the cut because it’s super long stjrsjsrs

First off, the link to the trailer if you haven’t seen it yet:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIurNjdV-X0 

And the promo stuff (cause I mentin them a bit):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_qUdLeKQA8

Episode opens similarly to TTT 

So we go back to the DOU. The Collector goes and does whatever they did to the coven heads next. There may be a brief fight (I doubt they could fight for long in that condition), or they never even wake up from the spell and wake up to being used as a puppet. 

Based on King’s outfit (by which I mean not wearing those robes), I think this also happens on the DOU. The Collector recogonizes Eda/The Owl Beast, and doesn’t put the weird mind control on her (or tries and it doesn’t work, which could be why Collectors are supposed to lock up all Flying or Swimming things so they last (I think that’s what the book said)). Eda doesn’t win, maybe because she too, was weakened by the spell, and lost an arm (and the collector is crazy powerful), or The Collector vaugely threatens King (or Eda thinks he does and wants to keep King safe). She either ends up locked up by where the coven geads are later seen, or is able to barely escape, but not save King.

Lilith gets away somehow. Maybe the BATTs do too, and I think Hooty? Lilith has a different outfit and way shorter hair, so she must be able to originally get away. Since Eda also does it’s possible she initially gets away. Not many others get away from the DOU.

The parents of the Hexsquad may think the kids are either dead or under the Collector’s influence, since they were last known to be in the area. 

Side note: The Collector being called a collector and being trapped in something strongly resembling a pokeball is hilarious to me rn.

Anyway, credits play (or just the show name), and it cuts to the Hexsquad. They do they’re little thing in the forest from all of the New Years promo stuff. If the palisman thing is a trick of the Collector, this happens now, letting the rest of the hexsquad understand the situation a bit better. Since I think they’ll be by the Clawthorne ruins at first, they are in the forest, so all the foresty stuff happens. If the palisman is actually hatching, it won’y happen in the beginning of the episode because that makes absolutely no sense. 

I think this is the first place they would go, just to see what’s left and regroup. Some of them may need medical attention *cough* Hunter *cough*. Amity and Luz talk about what happened in the Human Realm/Amity tries to comfort her, maybe Willow finallly does something since she was barely in the last episode. Maybe Gus and Hunter can finally have the Grimwalker/Belos’s memories talk? They decide to go see what’s happening in Bonesbourough/see who they can find/see their parents. I think Willow and Gus live in town, so their parents would be there.

That being said, Amity and Camila are fighting someone in a cave, which could happen more towards the beginning if they are tracking Belos. 

Belos has a head start, so he goes back to his stupid cave that he used to live in 300 years ago. He opened it with a glyph combo so I think its his old cave. Can’t exactly have people coming across your genocide plans. I think this episode will be more about the Collector and King, while Belos plans for the finale. I know the blurb says he is also going after the collecor, so maybe this is him regrouping. idk what he’s doing. Maybe he’s hoping he left a palisman in the freezer a couple hundred years ago before he moved out. 

Okay the next couple of things happen some time in the middle but idk in what order:

King reads the story to The Collector/we get Collector lore. It seems like there are a bunch of them. 

From the handwriting at the bottom, it seems to me like The Collector does not exactly fit in with the other Collectors/disagrees and just wants to play. Also, the last line about wiping everything really concerns me.

Whatever happens to Hooty happens. This could have happened in the beginning and Lilith is just seeing it now which could be for a few reasons:

1. King, who has Hooty manages to escape with Eda

2. Eda gets a hold of him and shows her

However, it is also very possible that this happens now. What’s interesting is that King has Hooty in this shot:

which seems to be Eda trying to rescue King or escape. I would imagine this happens later in the episide as almost a penultimate fight, or a secondary fight while the main fight at hexside is happening, but it’s hard to tell. Either way, I think Eda and Lilith have been camping out somewhere together and this is their daring plan to save King (and maybe the kids if they don’t know where they are). Also, Eda’s curse is starting to come out. And short hair!!

Also, it lowkey looks like the grom tree in the background, so maybe grom is here? The goop thing in the poster looks a lot like grom, and there’s a picture of grom in the memory room later in the trailer. 

They go to Hexside where everyone is hanging out.

They look through Luz’s memories for knowledge of Philip Wttebane. I think I saw someone say that they could be looking for that glyph combo he used to get them into the Titan’s skull, where The Collector’s castle seems to be. This gets interrupted by whatever the Collector’s doing. Also, that spider is slitghtly concerning. 

Callback to grom, with the grom monster, who I think is going to make a callback in this episode in some way. Maybe in the end of the episode?

Meanwhile, Hunter and Willow are out and about doing some Huntlowy things. They seem to be in town when The Collector and King arrive, so idk what they’re doing. 

They arrive in Bonesbourough. Idk why King looks sort of mad. Bump tries to hold them off, but fails, Boom attack, something happens that totally changes things, idk. 

I also have no idea what Belos is doing this whole time. Idk what his next plan is, or litterally anything about what the hell he’s trying to do at this point. 

[ahsokaisawesome]

Hometober Day 3

Today's prompt was "a vision of home", based on the 3 months of living with my aunt Lossie [yes she's my godmother] in her big mansion-like house. Her bedroom was one of my favourite places to be, it was the ideal master bedroom in the early 2000s and it was quite hard to pick a colour for it, but the soft yellows from the morning light made it look like heaven to me as a kid. More detail under the read more, but otherwise hope you enjoy!

My aunt was a co-CEO of a law firm with my uncle, so they lived very comfortably and supported all of her kids through school and extracurriculars. My cousins had the coolest bedrooms, the basement was massive and decked out [you might see it in a later entry] and her backyard was large and ornate, and had a fancy gate that led into a forest trail. A large portion of my time in Calgary was spent idolizing her and all she had, she was the pinnacle of success to me. She fed me the large double chocolate chip muffins, gave me fancy vitamins and her home was so huge it was like discovering a new city to explore. But as stated, her bedroom was my favourite. It started with an inside balcony with a fancy little desk and chair that led you to a beautiful ensuite where she placed my daycare projects. [I felt like I won a gold medal in life when I saw them there]. Then these giant white double doors led to the bedroom, very spacious and brightly lit, and the slanted roof ceiling was the coolest thing ever to me. She had gorgeous decorations and fancy throw pillows, and it led into the biggest bathroom and tub I have ever and still have ever seen. The entire area was like a princess' castle and I felt spoiled when she let me walk around and sit on the bed to watch TV. I wore fancy dresses and lace-trimmed socks [any Latino will know what I'm talking about] and I battted my lashes at everyone I spoke to because I thought it made me more ladylike and I wanted to fit in with the fancy lady vibes of the house.

Looking back on it, those 3 months were very important to my formative years, learning manners at the table and how to speak English very quickly [to specify these 3 months took place right after Christmas from the last picture so I had just turned 4] so I'm thankful she was able to cater for us and keep us above water while my parents managed immigration stuff. However, I recognize as well that these memories while precious to my childhood, were built on a painful falsehood. My aunt married my uncle and assumed her position at that building through the marriage, a building my mom and dad were hired to clean while I sat in one of the break rooms reading or staring at the jellybean jar in a glass stand down the hall. My aunt used her kindness and goodwill to keep my parents in her favour, and especially bent my dad's thoughts to her side of things. While I loved going to her house for parties and family reunions and playing with my cousins, she continued her guise while talking down my mom and sister. She used my idolizing of her against them, and the whole house was a beautiful glass present wrapped in fancy antiques and overcompensation for the children she did and didn't bear. I loved that house, and the good times I had. But if I ever visit it again, I know for sure it'll be in a brand new light. It was the last sense of "home" I felt before I moved to Ontario and sometimes I feel a small little piece of myself still clinging to the deep brown doors of her home and the upper-class vibes of the neighbourhood I still look back on fondly. Who knows, really.

[arjengelly]

Non-Cursed Eda AU

The Whispers

Eda married Raine & moved their family to Dell’s old tower (now the Owl House).

Dylaney (15) & Griffith Whispers (17)

Both prodigies, yet Griff is more gifted than the clumsy Dyl.

Griff’s best at: Construction, Abomination, Plant, Healing & Oracle.

Dyl’s magic: Bard, Beast, Illusions and Potions.

They found Hooty & King in their childhood adventures.

They were allowed in the castle multiple times due to connections to Lilith & Raine (both being Coven Heads).

Belos allowed them to socialize with Hunter in efforts to quell his possible rebellious nature (willing to secretly threaten their lives should Hunter step out of line).

The siblings come to think of Hunter as their dorky cousin. They get into mischief with each other, bother Darius together, go on missions, etc. Eberwolf takes a liking to Dyl & plans to mentor her (also likes hiding in her hair). Lilith takes Griff as her apprentice & he joins the Emperor’s coven.

The siblings grow distant, get in a fight at their grandparents’ place, Griff finds his Palisman while walking in the Bat Queen’s forest & Dyl finds the portal door. Dyl joins a band, not realizing they are revolutionists (BATTs), Griff dates Amber, Eda finds out about Dyl’s door and takes selling human items as a side job as she also works at Mr. Elixirs’.

Dyl helps her mom, Owlbert & King with their side gig and accidentally forgets to close the door when Owlbert comes thru. Luz finds her way in the demon realm, Dyl tries to rush her back thru the door not knowing Vee already went thru & Dyl ends up losing her pendant (a gift from Griff) in the human realm.

Luz tries to return it to no avail and walks into Vee(disguised as her) & Camila. Vee pleads her case, Luz accepts her & Camila is reluctant at first but gives in. Vee tells them she’ll need magic to survive and Luz promises to get her some from the demon realm since Vee is too scared to go back. Luz convinces Vee to swap places with her & trick Camila into thinking Luz is at camp.

Long @$$ summary to be continued….

[vashti-lives]

The wool I dyed last weekend! The whole colorway turned out much more… Halloween than I intended (that purple was supposed to be forest green…)

But I still sort of like these colors together and I think there is quite a bit more wool that will eventually be dyed so it can be blended into one big batt and spun into yarn.

Thanks to @rutie2-2 for processing this wool so I could dye it!!!

[simiansmoke]

@kingdomsandkoopas cont.

With the inquiry piping up beside him, Dread hides a sardonic smile forming at the corners of his maw by tilting his great head forward to allow it the brief cover of a wild mane's shift. "-and why would a youngling like you need to know that?" A soft huff and a toss of mane over his shoulder allows him to direct a perplexed stoicism down at the prince. "...not thinking of coming along, were you?" Clicking his teeth, Dread lazily gestures back to the pipeline forest. "That place is much too dangerous for one of your..." He has to squint, thankful the koopaling was at least easy to spot with those bright, blurred colors. "... size."

With feigned interest as the prince explains his desire to bring his fool hardy, fire- breathing father the star, Dread holds back a sneer. He was still sore from that massive idiot interfering with his plans for Little Donkey...both on the isle of the crystal coconut, and currently. But unfortunately for the Koopa king, his recklessness with the coconut had set Dread free...so it would be the Koopa's future recklessness that would gift him the Kong prince's throat at last.

"Hmmh?" At the prince's call, he breaks from the trance of staring out towards the 'star' and regards him with the reds of his eyes - a sight most unnerving in the dark...though he'd allowed the stern mask to falter as he moved to stoop closer to the other's height. With quiet resolve, he offers a hand over - palm up and ripe with batte scars. In a moment, it was a closed fist, and an even shorter moment later, a pinky finger extends in an unspoken swear for the other to consider. "It is my truth."

"...my mission to scout the star is coming to a close. Would you be there to see it, my skill as a bodyguard is in short supply. Perhaps shorter than you."