#haven't done one of these in a minute

[sleeplesssmoll]

Reverse 1999 Analysis: The Illusion of Abundance

The "Horn of Plenty," also known as the Cornucopia, is a symbol of abundance and nourishment in Greek mythology. According to legend, the Cornucopia originated from the story of the infant Zeus. It is said that Zeus, the king of the gods, was hidden as a baby in a cave on the island of Crete to protect him from his father Cronus, who had a habit of devouring his own children for fear of being overthrown.

While in hiding, Zeus was cared for by a divine goat named Amalthea, who nursed him and kept him safe. During a playful moment, Zeus accidentally broke off one of Amalthea's horns. To repay her for her kindness, Zeus blessed the broken horn, ensuring that it would forever overflow with nourishment and provide unlimited sustenance.

In this instance, is Vertin Amalthea? She's the one caring for the rogue arcanists, keeping them safe from the Storm and the Foundation who's seeking them out, much like Amalthea who took care of Zeus in the cave so his father wouldn't eat him. She's providing shelter, raises their insights, unlocks their talents, etc. She is endlessly nourishing and while it may come at an expense (the horn getting broken) the gratitude she gets in return is a blessing.

While both Vertin and Amalthea may seem "endlessly nourishing", they are still making sacrifices for the people under their care.

[sam-loves-seb]

galladrabbles: let me

thanks to @galladrabbles and @ardent-fox for the prompt!

prompt: let me

Ian’s tipsy as they stumble out of the elevator, hands roaming all over his husband’s body as he crowds him down the hall. “Alright, alright,” Mickey chuckles, leaning into it. Ian’s hands slide up under Mickey’s shirt, caressing his hips and stomach. “Fuckin’—” Mickey yanks the keys out when they reach their apartment door. Ian spins him around and pushes him up against it, grabbing the keys and attaching his mouth to his husband’s neck. “Let me,” Ian whispers as he fits the key in the lock. The door swings open and Mickey tugs his husband over the threshold.

[ drabbles | ao3 | etc ]

[gh0stprotocol]

ask meme thingy, i got tagged by: @diot-coke my beloved mutual

last song i listened to:

but i've also been obsessed with

show i'm watching: jjba stardust crusaders with my boyfriend, trying to finish succession season 4

thing i'm reading: about to start warbreaker by brandon sanderson

i'm obsessed with: tears of the kingdom, cooking with my bf, goth music and dad rock, radiation poisoning for some reason.

tagging cool friends and mutuals, if you want: @ledurr @hagfishslime @elementalsword @iloveyoutoodeath @xigrif @lithiumhydroxide @sovietyaoi @toadpiss @dankovskaya @wictorwictor and anyone who reads this and wants to do it too 💖

[negrowhat]

Hi Eboni!

I'm like obsessed with your fightertutor as lover meta ive read it like 3 times. I was wondering if you could do one for phayurain?

Hey Tyler!! I could totally do that! I'll make one post for Payu and one for Rain and I will post them both at the same time and tag you! I'll start working on them immediately!

[nicorobin-chan]

10 songs, 10 people.

tagged by @harmandmac <3 love you!

tagging: @detkatebenson @rahleeyah @eoangstlover56 @singinprincess @xminimiss @haiileyshalstead @happenstanced @hargiloni @gayworths @featherpluckn

Okay here I go with what has been my current fixations of the month

1.Die For You - Joji

2. The Lakes - Taylor Swift 

3.La Siguente - Kany Garcia

4.Skin - Alezx Johnson

5. My Goodbye - Epic the musical (Cyclops Saga)

6. Just a Man - Epic the musical (Troy Saga)

7. Maroon - Taylor Swift

8. About You - The 1975

9.War of Hearts - Ruelle

10. Goodnight - Dreamcatcher

[roseguided]

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[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: 'Build Me Up Buttercup' (Discord Drabble)

"Why don't up buuuuuild me up! Build me up! Buuuutercup, baby. Just to let me dow-ow-ownnn!"

Wayne curls his fingers around the top corner of his newspaper, reading over the results of the weekend's local sports results one more time. He thinks he has probably read the same column of statistics at least three times now, not soaking in a goddamn thing.

All because Eddie is in the kitchen, alternating between whistling and singing away, turning the radio up with each new song. When the kid feels like cooking, he's a tornado.

He's singing along to Build Me Up Buttercup now, his "buttercup"'s growing shrill as he competes with the kettle sounding off and bacon crackling away on the stove. Plus whatever other clattering he makes along the way too.

Wayne sighs, blinking harshly as he tries to focus. He supposes he should be grateful his nephew is actually up at a decent hour to not just have breakfast and get ready for work, but is also pretty darn cheery about it.

But he sure as hell could be a whole lot quieter about it!

"Why don't you build me up!" Eddie shout-sings, beginning up the never-ending chorus yet again.

He cracks an egg and Wayne has to bite back a grimace as he watches part of the yoke slop from carton to frypan.

"Build me up, buttercup!"

"Hey, Wayne."

He looks up to find Steve Harrington letting himself in, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible as he looks into the kitchen with an amused frown.

"Morning," he replies, nodding to the boy.

"Is he up?" Steve stage-whispers, bewildered as he sets his backpack down and begins tip-toeing to the table, "And making breakfast?"

"But I love youuuuuu stiiiill..."

"Sure seems like it," Wayne replies, bringing his coffee mug to his lips to hide a fond smile.

He almost falters as he sets the mug back down, startled by Eddie bounding to the table.

"Made you breakfast," he sing-songs, leaning down to grin right in Steve's face before jumping upright just as quick, "Figured you'd have, what, a Pop Tart and a gallon of coffee?"

"No..." Steve defends, folding his arms with obvious guilt.

Eddie hops back to the kitchen, bouncing to the ba-da-ba-bum beat – and singing it too.

"Buttercup!" he screams.

Steve jumps, stumbling halfway to a seated position.

Wayne spills his coffee in earnest now, narrowly missing the sports section.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I've had this thought for a while that Neteyam was like, a justice warrior as a child. He's always taking the blame for Lo'ak and he's so up in his siblings business at all times. I think that would've manifested as much much more annoying when he was a child. I think Neteyam could totally be a little shit in his relentless quest to do what's right. Here is what I mean:

-The first time it happened, Jake was scolding Kiri for wandering off after a bug when his back was turned, causing him to have a full like two minutes of panic where he thought he'd have to tell Neytiri he lost a child. She was located fairly quickly after, but Jake was full of terrified parental adrenaline and insisted to little Kiri rather forcefully that she never do that again. Neteyam, who had been helping him look, then said "It wasn't her fault, don't yell at her." To which Jake (who really wasn't yelling) found himself trying to genuinely reason with two toddlers that the rules were in place for their safety. When Neteyam understands the purpose for the rule, he backs off and respects it. This remains true; once he gets it he follows it.

-Neteyam's insistence for justice knows no bounds. One time Jake saw Spider hit Lo'ak in the head with a spoon and instituted Spider's personal 'table-Lo'ak-can't-climb-up-on' time out all the while ignoring Neteyam's outraged arguing that he was being completely unfair because Jake was directly ignoring that Lo'ak had tripped Spider before the spoon incident and Jake was always playing favorites. Jake had not SEEN the tripping, and it didn't excuse the spoon thing.

-It's literally so hard not to argue with Neteyam sometimes. Neytiri is better at it because she had more experience with kids than Jake, but even she falls victim to it sometimes. He just literally refuses to mind his own business in all situations. That and 'worry about your own self' are human phrases that have become almost more common than any Na'vi one in their house. "Sempu, Kiri is trying to sneak a piece of fruit after you told her not to-" "Neteyam, mind your own business." "But you said she can't have any yet!"

-One time Spider told Lo'ak that he could borrow his datapad that Norm gave him for his lessons. Lo'ak insisted Spider said he could have it forever. No one was quite sure exactly what the truth was, but all hell broke loose when Spider took it back, causing Lo'ak (and Justice Warrior Neteyam) to insist he stole it. Jake told Lo'ak to leave it, as Spider can't steal what he owns, obviously. Cue Neteyam being ten times more outraged on Lo'ak's behalf than Lo'ak even was. This time when Jake tells him to mind his own business Neteyam says "well, you aren't!" Jake struggles, he reboots, and when he's back online he says to his eight year old son, "I didn't think I had to explain what was different between me and you here."

-Regularly Neteyam is not involved in a situation but will get put in a time out as well because he wouldn't let it go. Sometimes though, he can be talked down. If you get on his level and explain the rules and why someone is in trouble clearly, he's usually chill.

[dimonds456-art]

Maladaptive daydreaming.

[bardic-inspo]

Give this post a like if you want me to tag you in future writer/WIP tag memes 🙂

I try to rotate who I tag 💜

[radiantlyrey]

screencap meme

body parts - hands - tron: legacy [the grid]

[madness-of-void]

LOOK WHAT ARRIVED!

Words cannot express how excited I was to receive the notification that the boy arrived! And look at all this!

It all looks so amazing! 🩵🩵🩵

@little-noko, thank you so much for creating Paper Crane. He's such a precious bean and I'm thrilled to have his story added to my shelf. 😊

[imwritesometimes]

in one week it will officially be one year since I finished a fic edited it & posted it hahaha 😵‍💫😖😞😑

[blametheeditor]

A Song Without Its Lyrics

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's best friend, Character B, is mute. That sure as hell doesn't stop Character B from somehow being the brightest, most expressive person starring in Character A's life.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of select mutism. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of being apathetic

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“If you just listen for two seconds-” 

“Why should I? Everything you’ve said up until this point has been worthless.” 

Vincent almost wants to yawn, watching the conversation between Scott and David go in yet another circle. Not that he cares if an agreement is made tonight. No one knows he’s even here, and he wouldn’t have bothered to show up if William hadn’t commanded him to make sure the negotiations didn’t get too out of hand.

Literally. The owner of Fazbear Corporation might be worried a certain egotistical employee will abuse the fact he’s a giant and therefore grab a certain ‘supervisor’ who’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand in the heat of the moment, but Vincent knows that wouldn’t happen. Not when pests don’t deserve to so much as even look at him, none the less have the honor to be held by him. 

Though, ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a stretch. Scott has been negotiating and trying his hardest to get David on the same page. It’s David who refuses to budge, finding every excuse imaginable to disagree with something he might have even thought of but refuses to give in solely based on principle. 

It’d be admirable and entertaining if it wasn’t so childish. To be honest, Vincent’s unsure what they’re even discussing currently, nor the original reason why Scott, Eggs, and David met up at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

Personally, at this point, he’d take Eggs out of timeout to contribute to see if anything can get done tonight, even if it’s something as simple as setting up a schedule for every restaurant on when the mechanic can run diagnostic checks and fix anything that’s needed. It might not even be part of the agenda, but at least it’d be something. 

“Look, we need to work together on this, and-” 

“I don’t want to hear another word,” David interrupts yet again. Which is a bad look all around, using the fact his voice can overpower Scott’s effortlessly to gain complete control over the situation. But Vincent isn’t here to be a babysitter, or report to William the man that was hired partly for PR is nothing but a bully behind closed doors. If Scott can’t handle such petty tactics then he’ll need to learn how. “William might listen to your idiotic suggestions, but it’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing considering I’m here. So shut up and let me work.” 

Despite being several feet away from where Scott stands on a table in order to be on an ‘equal level’, though the attempt is completely ruined by the fact David’s standing to ensure his shadow is cast over the miniscule figure, Vincent can see the sandy haired man’s expression clearly. Every shift as the look goes from fear, to anger, to despair, finally landing on determination. 

I’m not going to shut up. You are going to sit down and we are going to converse like God damn adults.

It’s only when David doesn’t respond with confusion written all over his face does Vincent realize Scott had signed the words rather than say them out loud. 

And then Vincent isn’t hiding in the shadows at Freddy Fazbear’s, waiting for the business man to react. Instead, he’s sitting at a table. In a different though similar restaurant. With a much younger Scott Cawthon sitting beside his hand. One that isn’t purple. Without a single look of trepidation aimed toward it. 

...it’s been a while since he thought about his life before William. 

“Did I do something to earn the silent treatment?” he had asked. Gently poked Scott in the attempt to get some kind of reaction. Because it was the first time his best friend wasn’t ranting about how a mother blew up on him even though her ire was directed toward another coworker. Or excitedly discussing the fact their bosses were working on a new project and they’ll be one of the first ones to see it. 

It concerned him. Scott was the only one who saw Vincent’s words and actions as more than just him being an annoying asshole. And he didn’t want to lose the human’s friendship if he crossed a line somewhere. 

He was glad he didn’t receive a glare or a yell for demanding attention when it clearly didn’t want to be given. But even though the headshake given was immediate and decisive, nothing was said. Which meant he was still worried, just for different reasons. 

The worst part was the fact Scott looked so upset, panicked, and yet still not a single word was spoken. 

“Has the free food left you speechless?” Vincent mused. “We have it, what, a minimum of five times a week if not more? But this time it managed to blow your mind how amazing reheated frozen pizza can be?”  He hadn’t thought about it before, considering it’s not something you really focus on, but it was then he realized just how expressive Scott was. Maybe because he’s human, and being around giants has you unconsciously doing everything in your power to always be heard or noticed. It meant Scott should never play poker or else lose all of his money, but it also made it easy to see the relief that Vincent wasn’t upset. As well as the cautious hope that slowly began to appear. 

Vincent was happy to continue. Tapped his chin as he hummed in thought. “Going for a world record, then? Longest without saying anything?” 

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically with a look of ‘really?’. 

“Hey, I won’t judge. But don’t expect me to help, you’ve got to time it yourself.” 

It was so brief, a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and it didn’t help just how small the human is. But Scott looked hurt by his words. 

Which meant Vincent swept him up. There wasn’t even a yelp, but a finger was hugged in order for Scott to steady himself from the sudden action. Looked up at the giant with worry. 

“We’re watching a movie at my place.” 

“I’m sorry,” had been the first thing Scott said to him the next day. 

It pissed Vincent off his best friend felt the need to apologize for something that seemed out of his control. Wanted to find whoever put the idea Scott should be ashamed of it and punch them in the face. “What for? I thought we had a great time of you silently agreeing all of my opinions are correct and should never be challenged.” 

There was a wince, but there was also a smile. “I, uh, kn-know it’s annoying.” 

“Annoying?” Vincent asked. “Unless it’s annoying for you, it’s anything but annoying for me.” 

“You weren’t, but I, I couldn’t-” Scott sputtered, looked genuinely confused. “H-How?” 

“Adds to your charm, Scotty,” Vincent smirked. “Like your stutters.” 

He didn’t ask why. And Scott didn’t tell him. 

But the next time it happened several months later he sat the human down. Forcefully. Because Scott avoided him for as long as possible before the giant managed to snag him. “Do you know ASL, Scotty?” 

That stopped Scott from running away. Which was best for all of them considering all Vincent had to do was pin him without any effort. 

He was suspicious, uncertain why that was the first thing asked, but shook his head no. 

“Then you and I are going to learn it.” 

Because even though Vincent knew how to sign and read important phrases, and could go through the very tedious process of conversing by spelling every single word out, he was far from fluent. But he would like to be. He wanted to for a while ever since he learned in order to make sure every child could be included whenever the band started to play. Giving Scott a voice when his own didn’t work was just the last push he needed. 

To be honest, Scott would’ve been fine on his own without learning any sign language. It’s impossible to misinterpret what the human was saying considering just how expressive he was, but there would be scenarios when being able to say what you mean and want would be crucial. 

And there did come a time when Scott’s only words was strictly through signing. When William came into their lives. When the human could no longer express any kind of emotion. 

When Vincent finally realized what took his best friend’s voice away. 

That’s why, for the first time in years, Vincent feels a wave of protection grip him with an iron fist as he fully registers why Scott is suddenly signing instead of speaking despite the fact David wouldn’t be able to read it. Because his voice has been stolen away. And this is the only way to say what he wants to. 

A far cry from before when all he could do was obey without a way to fight back. 

Vincent’s body is moving before he can tell it to, stepping out of the shadows with the intent to kill David where he- 

“Oooooh, are you gonna take that, David?” Eggs suddenly asks, looking up at the giant with a wicked grin. Manages to freeze Vincent in place by words alone. 

“Take what?” the business man demands. 

“Scott telling you to sit down and stop being an asshole!” 

Vincent feels the pounding rage slowly subside until he’s backing into the shadows again before any of them manage to spot him. Stares at the blond human who was able to make sure Scott was heard. 

“No I’m not going to take it. He knows nothing about keeping a restaurant running properly.” 

I’m not saying I do, I’m saying there’s things you should know about the building Afton hasn’t told you about.

Scott started signing halfway through David’s growl, but Eggs had been watching to listen to both. “Scott’s got a good point, though. William might have trap doors lying around.” 

David stares down at them. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Sit down and Scott’ll explain!” 

Surprisingly, the giant does. Grumbling all the while, but he does. “Explain about the possibility of trap doors.” 

No trap doors, but it’s worse than that.

“The vent’s were replaced with snakes!” 

No.

Vincent ignores the rest of the conversation. Feels his entire body finally relax. Left to try and understand what happened, and why there’s a small piece of him that hadn’t been there before that’s still wanting to go to Scott’s side. 

With it clear Eggs is acting as a mediator, the purple man quickly makes his way out of the building before turning down the sidewalk leading to William’s office. Knowing that in a few hours, Scott will join him to report what was able to get accomplished. Because nothing has changed. William’s word is law with Vincent and Scott his messengers to obey every word said to them without hesitation. 

So why does it feel like he’s losing his best friend. 

[lavellenchanted]

on (some) wednesdays, we drabble

The universe doesn’t have a sense of humour, Edwina thinks, so much as a sense of irony. Why else would it wait until her belief in fairy tales has been shattered to send a golden-haired prince to scale her balcony and tap on her window?

But maybe that’s exactly why. Because when she lets Friedrich in, and he reaches to catch her face between his hands, gently pressing his lips to hers and whispering between them, “Forgive me, but I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you,” it doesn’t feel like a fairy tale.

She’s never felt anything so real.

[nattikay]

hmmmmmmm ngl kinda think i wanna make a werewolf cowboy :3c