#no red or green flag just white one with black dots

[ezxthan]

I love my problematic parents

[jasperthehatchet]

These are just some of the many many patches I've been making ❤️ I love them so much and I'm having a lot of fun making them.

I thrifted some old flat cotton bedsheets a long time ago, those are perfect for making patches and it'll make a fuckload of em :) and i also just used whatever scrap fabric I had sitting around

[Image ID: in the first image, there are 11 patches made of varying colors of fabric. A transfeminism symbol decorated with dots on an orange patch, a white square shaped spiral on a green patch, red mushrooms on a green patch, a blue patch that says "hopepunk", another transfeminism symbol with an anarchy symbol in the middle on a blue patch, two patches with spiral eyes,a red anarchy symbol and three pride patches. The pride patches include a transgender flag with words that say "protect trans kids", a genderqueer flag and an aroace flag.

The rest of the images are of individual white cotton patches. One with a vine and flowers that says "plant forests, destroy fascism". The next one says "cure ableism" with a skull and crossbones but replacing the bones is a cane and a crutch. The next patch is a detailed green plant leaf, the next one says "black lives matter. Indigenous lives matter. Queer lives matter. Trans lives matter. Jewish lives matter. Disabled lives matter." The next patch says "protect choice" with spirals. The next patch is a centipede painted in black and the last one is the satanic cross. End ID]

[faorism]

trying to determine everything on the crew's lovingly made santa hats and omg they are just so goddamn adorable. [img desc: above and at the bottom of this post are screenshots of sophie, harry, eliot, and bre at several angles receiving their custom santa hats from parker, showing details to try and determine what decorations are on it. ilist what i think is on it below]

SOPHIE: covered in costume jewelry gems (but you know parker switches out at least one to be a real one every year, to keep things fresh). there's a queen's crown in a black emblem, another sparkly crown near the top, many pearls, a couple peppermints, several small snowman beads, a union jack pin, a pair of blue barbie boots (one of them is on top of a blue gem, so it can be easily missed), several curly embellishments with white dots/mini pearls, and of course a big ass old fashion doll head of the queen. there is definitely things on the back as well, maybe a tassel and/or a christmas tree?

HARRY: the new guy has an emptier hat because his is fresh, but he's got one this year which shows he's officially part of the family. he's got lawyer-y stuff right now: a gavel, one set of law books, a set of law books with a man and a girl (presumably harry and becky), something on top i couldnt see, and the cutest fucking scroll that says VERDICT in black and then NAUGHTY in red like a stamp. there's a lot of room for new things!

PARKER: she is not wearing hers because she has one to match her outfit, but she has chosen for herself just lots of money and also a creepy ass elf on a shelf.

BRE: several game controls of various colors, a few ball ornaments, a laptop pin, yellow barbie skates/sneakers, a pair of big headphones, several spirits ruse cards, a dragon, a laptop with a :) face, an action figure of some kind, and i think a gem or two.

ELIOT: easily the most personalized, with very little christmas stuff so its just a lot of him. so. front - guitar, a fucked up santa pin (if human, but maybe it is actually a lion santa??), a foot soldier, with a rolled up flag, a green toy soldier, horse in armor, number seven (font like a jersey), whisk, egg in a bowl, butcher knife, football, black boots, and beer stein. on the right side - a knight with a sword, knight with a mace, knight with a flag, horse in armor, black buttons?, dog tags, football, and binoculars. on the left side - sheriff badge that says HERO, two more green toy soldiers, and a toy tabasco sauce bottle. on the back - a big solider in camo ornament, a boxing bag, boxing gloves, a small pair of binoculars, a small ketchup bottle, maybe a can, maybe a small bottle with a label, another football, and a big wolf. there's a few things i really cannot make out. like the big grey thing on the back, and the white cirles with red and blue dots on the back.

IN ANY CASE. these are fucking adorable and i want parker to make one for me.

[atallephoculary]

—- G o s p e l —

[ @extristitiavenit ]

Hope County was truly a beautiful place; the cascading mountains and rolling hills of fertile farmland seemed to stretch for miles and miles, disappearing into lines of thick spring pines that dotted the horizon. It seemed like it was such an idyllic place; Marion often found herself reminiscing about her childhood home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana whilst on her lunch breaks due to the overwhelming amount of very beautiful but very foreign scenery… A swampy transplant into an arid tundra, a fish out of water. Being sent all over the country was hard enough as it was, but never being able to stay in one place long enough to grow some roots was harder. It was always something- a new job, a boyfriend, loss of income— something- something- something… Deputy Fuller had hoped that a change of scenery into the God fearing farmlands would strike down whatever wandering roots that would grab soil. Maybe this could actually be the place she settled down and called it good. Maybe it was the place where she would live and die quietly after she finished with whatever dumb prospect this job was.

The station was quiet, though as usual there was a gentle chatter over the radio between squad cars and her co-workers idle conversations flowing through the air in a gentle hum while the air conditioning unit whirs quietly overhead. As nice as it was to have such down time, it did put a slight alarm through her. Could it be quiet here for longer than a day? Probably not- there was always something happening over the radio, with those Peggies meandering around the valley and mountains- the ‘Eden’s Gate’ project, or whatever.. She really didn’t care. It didn’t affect her life, (well- it did- it did so much she ended up in Hope County, Montana to fill in a position that was, in fact, permanently vacant); and the ways it did affect her were easily written off with a nice blunt and a cold drink at her small cabin after work. Quitting time was always on her mind- her hazy green hues darting over to the white bubble clock that hung over the dirty front door. 5:15 p.m.- another 15 minutes until she could clock out and head home… Outside, a caravan of white vehicles with that stupid cross painted on the sides of them head down the main thoroughfare- honking and blasting their music loud enough to be heard all the way inside the station offices- “Keep your rifle by our side!” The tune hangs high in the air like a flag, and soon the cacophony of tires and engines and guitars fade into the distance until there was nothing left but the gentle clicking of the clock and the hum of the air conditioner. Marion rolled her eyes, stretched her arms up above her head and let off a loud yawn; hands unceremoniously rubbing her face and pushing back her mess of black curly hair. What a boring day. Nothing but paperwork and emails, two phone calls from the F.A.N.G center and one from the Chief to keep an eye out for a package that may or may not show up. Again. What a thrilling job; (Junior) Deputy Sheriff and she may as well have been a fucking secretary.

Another shift, another day completed; clocking out with an actual time punch was always one of the best parts of the job, one of those ‘little things’ her therapist back in Los Angeles told her when she was in her early years of being on the force.. What a lifetime ago, freshly 18 and just wanting to do the right thing— a road to hell paved with the best of intentions.. The old machine reams the paper with a clunk and Marion is out the door with her bag and glasses in hand, headed out to the old Ford truck in the parking lot.. The sun was setting by now, the sky being painted in brilliant chunks of reds and oranges and pinks.. A nice view for the drive home too, tires whirring down the evenly paved road down into Holland Valley. Farm land, for miles and miles. At least, she thought, it didn’t stink like some parts of the country she had stayed in.. These people out here took good care of their livestock and it showed. When the engine of the trucks begun to rattle and almost scream with uncertainty, it made her flicker back to reality and ease off the road and onto the shoulder; smoke flooding from the hood of the car as the lever under her seat was pressed with trepidation and concern for how she was now going to get home.

Standing over the fried engine, lit cigarette between her lips and flashlight in her southpaw, she felt like a real tool standing out there in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, nothing but trees and fields and cars that scooted by almost hurriedly as the night settled into the valley. Marion didn’t blame them- things tended to get sketchy at best when night came.

“Aaaah fuckin’… Ya’ piece of shit, perfect fuckin’ timing to die out on me huh. You juss’ loooooove causing me issues.” The bayou woman scoffed and slammed the hood down after settling on a diagnosis: Fried radiator and snapped belt, transmission broken. Absolute destruction. Leaning now with her back to the warmed metal of the hood, she idly flicks through her phone— no signal— no reach. There was nothing out here, and she wasn’t exactly able to take a radio from the station. That was priorly a write up. So with a scoff and a groan and a few more expletives, Marion cleared the cab of her belongings and shoved them unceremoniously into her leather backpack, turned off the lights and slammed the truck door closed with a thud. There was nothing now but the eerie silence and the air current moving through the trees- if she didn’t like the dark at home, she surely hated it when outside. There was a certain fear that comes with walking alone at night, but hopefully, hopefully, the 13 mile walk in almost pitch darkness wouldn’t be that bad.

[the-starry-seas]

behold, my stuff

aka Snack Squad picrews, so named because I was hungry at the time and also they're all snacks

Bee, CT-2881, he/they. Honeycomb-and-bee tattoo on the back of his neck, with the honeycomb pattern extending down across the back of his shoulders to about halfway down his waist, and a smaller bee for each of his squadmates. Wears reading glasses and has a mole under his right eye.

Indigo, CT-3717, he/him.

Jewel, CT-4322, zhi/zhir. Battalion number and squad name tattooed at zhir left temple, and painted on zhir helmet in the same place. Dyes zhir hair brown.

Nebula, CS-4642, xy/xyr. A small red heart tattoo outlined in black behind xyr right ear. The tattoo is replicated in the same place on xyr helmet.

Silver, CT-7293, he/him. Has his name written across the back of his helmet in glittery silver cursive and a flame pattern along the breath filters. Has Sky's name tattooed on the back of his neck in sky blue letters.

Sky, CT-7292, he/him. Has his name written across the back of his helmet in sky blue cursive and a flame pattern in the same colour along the breath filters. Has Silver's name tattoed on the back of his neck in silver letters.

Star, CT-7145, he/him. Small scar up the left side of his nose. Small yellow star painted on the buckle of his belt. Don't mind the Sith eyes.

Sunny, CT-6778, xe/xer. Xeir hair is dyed neon orange. A small line of stylized suns (orange outlined in red) tattooed in a line from xeir chin to the hollow of xeir throat, and to either side just above xeir collarbones, as well as a black outline of the same sun tattooed over xeir left eye. A stylized sun is painted on xeir helmet in the same place that the outline tattoo is.

Winter, CC-1404, he/him. Greying hair and grey beard. Seven small dots tattooed down the back of his neck in the colours of the agender flag. A line of white snowflakes tattooed down each of his shoulders, five on each side, one for each of them including Winter himself.

Zenith, CT-5640, ey/em. The braid is dyed brown for eir squad and tied with a bright orange hair tie to match Sunny. Jaig eyes tattooed over eir heart. Usually found wearing a green vest that has a million pockets. Jaig eyes on eir helmet in the same green as eir vest.

[scr-ppup]

[ID/A dark red line with gold lining and a repeating star and half moon pattern./end ID]

Corvisurvehionic

[PT/Corvisurvehionic/end PT]

May 3th prompt: mutts / animality / corvidae

A gender related to hunting and scavenging, to collecting trinkets, to corvid-like behaviors of hoarding and collecting anything that interests them or is shiny. It's related to gifting, gift making as a love language, and to living in a world of a harsh environment. It's related to inherently gathering knowledge of the world and how to survive in a new environment, to adaptivity and resilience of the harsh environment. It's related to being cautious and constantly on the move to avoid stressed survivors that might get handy with you just for the instinct of self-preservation and survival. It's related to the apocalyptic style of fashion, to gas masks, to combat gear.

[ID/A rectangular flag of 11 uneven horizontal stripes the stripe sizes go from top to bottom as; five medium, one big, and five medium. The colors go from top to bottom as pale purple, dull greyish purple, grey green, dark grey green, dull dark blue, black, dark green, dull medium green, dull green, light pale green, and cream. The center of the flag has a symbol that consists of a cog vector underneath a compass star vector with a black and white radioactive symbol (a sphere with a dot on the center and three triangles circling the dot) overlaid on top of the compass star./end ID]

[ID/A dark red line with gold lining and a repeating star and half moon pattern./end ID]

Etymology: corvid + survival + behavior + ic

Requested by none, made for my coining event! :3

Taglist: @obscurian @radiomogai

[🪦]Please do not tag my neogenders as xenogenders they aren't xenogenders! Kiitos (thank you).

[rjalker]

My finished painted cane. Because I must have pride flags everywhere.

[ID: An aluminum cane with a foam handle being held up against a white wall, with the photo taken with flash. The cane has been painted with different pride flags, from too to bottom:

Transnonbinary, with stripes of purple, black, blue, pink, yellow, white, yellow, pink, blue, black, and purple.

Aroace, with stripes of orange, yellow, white, light blue, and navy blue.

Pride, with stripes of brown, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

End ID.]

Now I need a tag to attach to the handle in case I lose it in public somewhere. That will wait until I inevitably get a new phone when this one dies in case I have to get a new phone number.

Edit: For anyone wondering, this was made with little bottles of Apple Barrel brand acrylic paint, that come in 2 fl oz bottles. They're 50 cents at Walmart in 2023.

The paint didn't want to stick to the metal of the cane in the normal brush fashion, so I ended up like,,,wow I just forgot the word. Repeatedly dotting the tip of the brush onto the cane and depositing paint each time. That was the first coat, which I let dry for an hour, then added a second coat by normal light brushing, then let that dry, then sealed it with "matte" mod podge, which is around $4 per bottle and lasts a long time. I did two coats of that just to be extra safe.

For the paint, if you want it to last forever, don't pour it out. Just shake the bottle up, then unscrew the lid, and take paint directly from the cap. When you need more, put the lid back on an shake again. When you're done, literally just put the lid back on. They all have enough liquid in them that the paint will eventually just fall back into the bottle, rather than drying the lid shut. This is how I've made all my many hundreds of diy pride pins.

[tnc-n3cl]

Find the word

Find the words from the list in your wips and post the paragraphs they belong to.

Thanks to @zeawesomebirdie for the tag.

1. Star

(From "Virli's Story", one of my LoZ "The Realm Walker" fics. Virli is a member of Revali's tribe of Rito so looks similar to him, but with orange-red feathers, no cheek tufts, and a shorter crest. She has blue eyes and a pair of white dots on her face near where Revali's red spots are. Also her "hair" is braided in a single braid that splits into four at the end.)

Virli’s flight group closes in on the Korikitan Market, and right off the bat their plan is in need of adjustment.  Below, a group of soldiers on horseback approach the monster horde, the black armor with red embossed patterns and horsehair decorated helmets are a clear sign that they’re from Yosikun’s Imperial Army. And if that wasn’t enough, many soldiers have banners attached to their backs, rectangular flags with a diagonal separation of colors, dark slate gray on the bottom and dark red on the top, with the bright red circular emblem of Diryen (De-rye-in), the Alliance’s counterpart to the Goddess Din.  There’s also a single gold four-point star at the top left of the banners, some kind of unit marking probably…

2. Eye

(From "The Long Nightmare", Revali's century long ordeal of being possessed by Ganon. He's just lost to Windblight...)

The creature hovers over Revali, making sickening gurgling noises.  Revali closes his eyes and waits for its cannon to burn through his flesh, “Dad, I guess I’ll see you soon…  Mom, please, stay strong…” Revali can still hear the gurgling, why hasn’t it finished him?!  He opens his eyes and glares at the beast, “Well, what are you waiting for?!  Go ahead!  Finish me already!” It just looks at him with that damned, pulsating Guardian eye.  “What, you want to gloat over me?  You want me to beg for my life or something?!  Fuck you!  You can’t defeat all of us!  Daruk or Urbosa or Mipha will send you back to whatever hell you crawled out of!”

3. Call

(From "The Ballad of Kass", where Kass and Rinili have sneaked into Gerudo village. They're wearing Rito lady clothes, but with the Gerudo veil, since Kass' crest is a male trait in my headcanon. Kass has a green hood and veil while Rinili's is red. Rinili is midnight blue with light blue legs (like Saki) and has four long ornamental tail feathers that he's cleverly tucked into a sash so they think they're part of an outfit instead of his body.)

Kass and Rinili make their way up the staircase and are blocked from entering when the guards cross their spears across the entranceway. The one on the left demands, “State your business vure.” Kass knows enough Gerudo to be insulted.  Yes, he IS a bird, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t rude to call a Rito that out of the blue.  Although, he’s diplomatic enough to let it slide, Kalia would likely have started an incident had she been sent!

4. Dark

(From "Ildia's Story" where Ildia, TP Link and Midna's daughter, first sees the sorry state of Hyrule Castle. She's wearing plate mail armor that's black with glowing blue lines. She has a bright orange ponytail and mismatched eyes, left is blue and right is red, while the whites of her eyes have a hint of yellow. She's standing on a rock near the quarry area in BotW.)

From the top of the rock Ildia can see the huge castle.  It’s like something out of a nightmare! The castle is surrounded by massive black stone pillars with purple lights emerging from the ground and the ruins of a town are in front of the castle, the entire scene surrounded by an ominous, dark aura.  She pulls out what looks like a bird mask, the Hawkeye tool her father once used.�� She looks around the ruins: little more than piles of rubble where buildings once stood, more of those machines patrolling, pools of ominous purple and black slime, some of those pools have spike like structures sticking out of them. 

5. When

(From "The Azure Phoenix", where Revali's talking with Bedoli and Laissa after waking up from the coma he fell into after Link and Mipha freed him. He's sitting up on the floor of their roost, naked with a blanked wrapped around him. He's just learned that Link and Mipha are still in the village.)

Revali’s genuinely surprised, not so much by Mipha staying, it’s totally understandable that she would stay being the kind soul that she is.  But Link?  Why would he stay when he needs to rescue Daruk and Urbosa?!  It’s not like he and Link were friends, perhaps he didn’t want to leave Mipha alone here.  Then again, Link’s odds of succeeding in rescuing Daruk and Urbosa rise considerably if he has help from the greatest archer Hyrule has ever known... 

No pressure tags: @unmaskedcardinal, @autumnsakurajayy, and anyone else who wants to join!

Your words are: light, moon, sound, here, north

[sjsmith56]

Another Time

Summary: Memories are mixed up in the Winter Soldier’s mind but he realizes the blond man is the one who knows the truth.

Length: 2.4 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Gabe, Dum Dum, Dot, Dr. Zola, older man in suit (Pierce).

Warnings: Breaks in Bucky’s programming allow old memories to intrude on the present, implied violence, implied torture, anger, fury.

Author notes: As this one-shot starts Bucky and Steve are back in New York, along with the Howling Commandos, home for a hero’s welcome. Except things keep popping up that puzzle Bucky, because they don’t belong. More memories occur, that reinforce the feeling that something isn’t right, especially when they call him Soldat or Soldier. When the blond man calls him Bucky, the Soldier knows this man holds the key to the truth. Durachok = Russian for dummy.

🐙 🗝️

Together. The two men sat together, Peggy Carter squeezed between them, perched above the back seat of the 1940 Packard convertible. Bucky Barnes’ parents sat on the seat below them, while Rebecca sat in the front seat with the driver, basking in the glory of their son and brother, and the man they had always treated as their own, Steve Rogers, Captain America. As the ticker tape rained down on them, both men and the beautiful woman waved to the throngs of people that lined Broadway, right from Bowling Green up to City Hall. Behind them, in their own vehicles, also sharing the spotlight were the rest of the Howling Commandos, heroes of the war against the Nazis and HYDRA. It was a glorious moment for all of them but especially for the two men from Brooklyn.

As the procession inched past Wall Street the ticker tape seemed to get even heavier, draping itself around the shoulders of everyone in the car. Steve lifted some off of Peggy’s hair and heard yells of “Kiss her” reverberate from the multitudes. Obliging them, he kissed the British beauty, then raised her hand up with his, while she took Bucky’s hand in her other one, raising his as well. They all laughed, then waved at everyone again.

At the end of the parade, in front of City Hall, they disembarked from the car. Bucky’s parents and sister were escorted to their seats, located directly in front of the dais, set up for the ceremony, where the two Brooklyn boys would receive the keys to the city. The rest of the vehicles pulled up and the other Commandos joined them. Dum Dum, married with kids, hugged them, watching with amusement as their mother, his wife, herded them to their seats, still amazed how she did it on her own during the war. Gabe Jones’ family were also there, seated with all the other dignitaries, as if the colour of their skin didn’t matter, not in this day and age. In fact, a white man who was sitting in their seats willingly got up and moved so they could all sit together. Bucky was glad that the rest of New York saw what he and Steve saw in Gabe, a good soldier, as smart and capable as any other man. Placing his arm around the young private’s shoulders, Bucky leaned towards him.

“The world is our oyster, Gabe,” he remarked. “We’re going places. Just you see.”

“Sure, Sarge,” smiled the black man. “We’re going to change the world, starting with New York.”

The assembly was called to order, starting with the singing of the national anthem. For a moment, Bucky saw a black flag with a strange red insignia on it, fluttering behind all the Stars and Stripes that were waving in the wind. But when he looked again, it wasn’t there, and he figured with all he drank the night before he was seeing things. Wouldn’t be the first time he did that after having a little bender.

“Except you can’t get drunk anymore, remember?”

He turned around to see who was saying that. Of course, he could get drunk. He was a man, just like any other man. Figuring that someone was playing a joke on him he ignored it and focused on the mayor, who was approaching the microphone. He thanked everyone for coming out on such a glorious summer day. Which was odd, because Bucky remembered waking up a couple of days before and there was snow on the ground.

“That was a dream, durachok.”

There was that voice again. Once more he looked for whoever was speaking out of turn before turning his attention back to the mayor. That man was going on about Bucky joining the 107th, then Steve being changed by the super soldier serum in Project Rebirth, that turned him into Captain America.

“Now we have two super soldiers, that fought side by side, ridding the world of those who sought power just for the sake of it,” droned on the man.

Bucky was already bored and looked around, seeing a gorgeous blonde sitting beside an older general. He winked at her, and the general noticed, frowning at Bucky, then motioning to an aide and whispering in his ear. The general wore a little pin in his lapel and Bucky found himself staring at it, thinking it seemed familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he saw it before. It kind of resembled an octopus with its tentacles spread out. Before he could place it, he felt a hand on his left arm and looked up to see a smiling face, offering him a program. The man wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Bucky took the small pamphlet and idly opened it up. It was blank and he looked for the man who gave it to him to get one with printing on it, but he had already left. Before he could get up to find him, he heard his name again and immediately looked up, seeing the mayor gesture to him with a medal in his hand.

Smiling, Bucky stood up, strode confidently to the mayor and shook his hand. Then he glanced at his parents, expecting them to be proud as he received his medal. But instead, his mother and sister were crying, while his father had his arm around them, struggling to keep his composure.

“As you can see the soldier responds well to his name,” said the mayor, who suddenly seemed much shorter, with thinning hair and glasses. Bucky looked at him curiously. Whatever was the man talking about? “Soldier, who do you serve?”

“The United States of America,” replied Bucky.

It was obvious, wasn’t it? He was wearing the sergeant’s uniform of the United States Army. But when he looked down again, he was surprised to see he wasn’t wearing his army uniform. He was wearing plain black clothing, harsh and severe in look. The small man pinned the medal to his chest then stepped back and smiled at Bucky, waving him back to his seat. As he sat down, he looked closer at the medal and noticed it was like the pin that he saw on the general’s uniform. Its insignia was of a black octopus, its tentacles spread out out over a red background and he suddenly recognized it as the memory of where he knew it from made him afraid.

“No,” he murmured, then his murmurs became yells. “No, I’m not …. Get it off me! Get it off me!”

As he thrashed, he felt jolts from several different sources hitting his body and forcing him to his knees. Before he blacked out, the last thing he remembered was a heavy black boot aimed at his head. 🔹🔹 🔹

The music was too loud, and he opened his eyes. He was on the dance floor, right in front of the big band and a redhead was holding him up around the waist.

“Come on Sarge,” she said. “Cap said I had to get you back to base. You have a big mission tomorrow.”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” asked Bucky, burying his face in her hair as her perfume invaded his senses.

“It’s me, Dot,” she laughed. “You really have had a few, haven’t you? Come on, soldier.”

Suddenly, they were outside and the cool breeze from the ocean revived him. He looked around, recognizing the boardwalk at Rockaway Beach. He must have been at the dancehall there and had a little too many double whiskeys. Dot still had her arm around him and was pulling him along the boardwalk.

“Where are we going, Dolores?” he asked, knowing that using her full name would irritate her but he didn’t care because he liked when she got all up in his face.

“Bucky, you know I don’t like my name,” she whined. “Now be a good boy and do as I order.”

“Oh, you’re ordering me now?” He laughed at her trying to be all dominant with him. “Give me a kiss first, and then you can order me around.”

She grabbed his face with her one hand. “Obey,” she commanded, and he suddenly didn’t like her tone, pulling his face away from her.

“You’re not my mother,” he grumbled, angry that this red headed woman who had strung him along for weeks now wanted him to obey her.

A slap across the face jolted him and Dot’s face disappeared in the darkness, replaced by the face of an angry man, whose scarred visage seemed to be cut from shards of steel.

“Soldier, you are to obey!” he hissed. “Perform your mission!”

“Fuck you,” spewed Bucky, then he put his left hand around the man’s throat and was shocked to see his hand was covered with a shiny metal.

Without a thought he pushed the man away from him, not even noticing that he had sent him through a wall. Then he focused on his hand and flexed it before trying to find the edge of the metal so he could peel off the shiny surface. There was no edge and as he switched his gaze further and further up the arm, he saw nothing but metal. He heard distinct mechanical whirring sounds as he twisted and turned the limb desperately searching for the lock that would remove this covering from his arm. Frantically, he began hitting it against the wall, then at a pillar covered in stone, wanting desperately to knock the metal off. Even as he succeeded in knocking parts of the metal off, he couldn’t see any skin beneath it. Instead, he saw machinery, gears, and nuts, and bolts, that clinked and clanked against each other before seizing up so that he couldn’t move his arm at all. His last thought then was wondering why all of the walls seemed to grow arms that were holding him down. One of them held a syringe and it bit into his neck, almost immediately, making him feel drowsy.

“Why?” he asked, over and over again. “Why?”

“Go to sleep, Soldat,” was the only response he heard before everything went dark. 🔹 🔹 🔹

It had been a confusing day. Two targets that turned to four, only one successful. Then a battle with a man he was sure he had seen before, who fought like him, hit for hit, blow for blow, moves that countered every one of his moves. The mask had been knocked off the Soldier’s face, exposing him to the air, and the blond target called him Bucky, like he knew him.

As he sat there in the lab, while the technician repaired the damage to his arm, there were flashes of another time, many other times. The target was there, calling him by name, laughing with him, crying for him, his face getting further and further away. Memories of what was done to the Soldier, his arm gone and replaced with a metal one, the torture, the machine …. With a rage that engulfed him he swept the technician away and sat up, vibrating with anger and fury. All the guards stepped forward with their guns pointed at him and he waited.

The older man in the suit appeared then, asking for his mission report but the Soldier wanted to know about the man on the bridge. He was slapped several times and could feel the anger building again but he held it back. The older man was dangerous and capable of hurting the Soldier. As he blathered on about the gift the Soldier had been to mankind, he focused on one thing, and one thing only. The man who called him Bucky. Somehow, he would find out the truth about him.

Later, he glared at the man who had called him Bucky. He remembered someone telling him to focus on the blond man but during the preparation for the mission the reason for focusing became lost and all he remembered was the death of this man was his mission. Nothing else mattered. They fought, with fist, and kicks, guns and knives, and that stupid shield that felt so familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember why it did. Then the Soldier was trapped, certain that his mission had failed, and the fear of his punishment filled his mind, soaked his brain in anticipation of the agony he would be subjected to. He almost cried as the man came closer and lifted the metal that trapped the Soldier, allowing him to slide out. Why? Why did he do that?

“I’m not going to fight you, Bucky,” said the man, throwing the shield away.

The fury of his mission returned, and he hit the man over and over and over again, until his face was bloody and once again, there was something familiar from another time about the man. Something buried so deep, that it wasn’t even a memory anymore. It was a feeling, a certainty, that this face was important to him, this face had been something precious and fragile, this face had been the face of a friend.

“I’m with you to the end of the line.”

Those words … he knew those words, from another place, another time, a time when this man was his brother. Then the blond man was gone, fallen through the broken glass to the river below, and a sickening feeling of dread filled the Soldier’s entire being. The mission to kill was replaced by something else. He had to find the man, find him and save him, because his life meant everything to the Soldier.

Letting go of the metal beam he plunged into the river, opened his eyes and found the man, sinking in the murky water, drowning right in front of him. Ignoring the pain of his broken right arm, he swam down to where the blond man was and pulled him up, kicking his feet until they broke the surface. Then he pulled the man to the water’s edge and looked at him for a long moment, making sure he was breathing before turning away. Until another time, the next time, when maybe he would remember.

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[ladyfurbton]

Jacques and the Ghost Part 4

Image Descriptions:

1: Jacques is a 1998 furby with grey fur. His ears are grey with neutral coloured insides. He has a bone white coloured face plate and eyelids with a yellow coloured beak. He has a grey mane going down his back. His eyes are a light blue colour and his feet are yellow with three toes each. He is wearing a grey woolley hat with a pompom on top of it on his head. He is wearing a flannel shirt that is red and black with white buttons on thr front of it. There are two pins on his shirt. One silver tee pee pin and another Canadian flag pin. Ami is a 2012 furby who is fully hot pink except for her beak with is an orangy yellow with a red tongue. Her eyes are open. Ami and Jacques are standing infront of Jacques house. Jacques house is green with a beige coloured roof and has white windows and door. Ami says "Kasumi is taking forever. I hope she is okay." Jacques says "What if the ghost has hurt her?"

2: Same as image one except the furbys are saying different things. Ami says "I am going in to see what's going on." Jacques says "Don't leave me alone out here."

3: Same as image one except the furbys are saying different things. Ami says "you can come with me." Jacques says "ok but if I see the ghost I am going to bolt."

4: Ami and Jacques are walking into the house.

5: Kasumi is a 1999 baby furby with a large yellow tuft of hair on her head. Her fur is light pink except for a white square on her belly. Her tail is a big tuft of yellow hair on her lower back. Her feet are white and she has 3 toes on each foot. Her face plate and eyelids lids are both white and her beak is an orangish yellow colour. Her eyes are light blue. She has pink ears. Kasumi is wearing a pikachu onesie. The onsie has yellow ears with black tips at the end of them. There are large black eyes on the onesie. The onesie is mostly yellow and has a small black dot for a nose and a small smiling black mouth. There is a hole that reveals Kasumis face. On each side of the hole there are large red circles that resemble cheeks. At the back of the onesie there is a large yellow tail that is shaped like a lightning bolt. There are two brown stripes on the back of the onesie. Kasumi is also wearing a dark green lanyard with sunflowers on it. The lanyard has a white tag on it with a rainbow infinity symbol. Gertie is a white ghost with black eyes and a black smile. She has pink cheeks. Ami and Gertie are standing together. Ami is infront of them and Jacques is hiding behind Ami. Kasumi says "Hi Aunty Ami and Mr Jacques this is my new friend Gertie." Gertie says "It is a pleasure to meet you." Jacques says "Oh no it's the ghost!!" Ami says "It's okay Jacques the ghost seems nice."

6: Same as image five except Jacques is now standing beside Ami instead of behind her. Jacques says "Hi ah Gertie it's nice to meet you please don't eat me!!" Ami says "Ghosts don't eat furbys Jacques" Gertie says "I don't eat furbys infact I can assure you that I don't eat anything."

7: Same as image six except the characters are saying different things. Jacques says "Oh I thought that ghosts ate furbys. I guess that's just a rumour. I guess there is no reason to fear you anymore Gertie." Ami says "It's so lovely that you have made a friend Kasumi." Kasumi says "I think Gertie is awesome."

8: Same as image seven except the characters are saying different things. Gertie says "Is it ok if I continue living here Mr Jacques." Jacques says "you can if you're quiet and don't make a mess."

9: Same as image seven except the characters are saying different things. Gertie says "I can manage that" Kasumi says "Oh good it's all settled. You can some to school with me one day Gertie."

10: "the end" is written in black text on a rainbow background. End Descriptions.

[neopronouns]

invipaledot | invirevidot

invipaledot: a gender that can only be described by the original 'pale blue dot' photograph

invirevidot: a gender that can only be described by the 'pale blue dot revisited' photograph

[pt: invipaledot: a gender that can only be described by the original 'pale blue dot' photograph

invirevidot: a gender that can only be described by the 'pale blue dot revisited' photograph. end pt]

for myself! colors are taken from the photos themselves, which i'll show and describe below. the first term is 'invi' from 'inviane' + 'pale' and 'dot', and the second is 'invi' from 'inviane', 'revi' from 'revisited' + 'dot'!

image id: the left image is the original 'pale blue dot' photograph from 1990, which is a photo taken of earth from roughly 3.7 billion miles away. the image has a brown/black background with three bands of light across it, all of which start at the top edge of the image and make a slight left diagonal to the bottom edge. from left to right, they are reddish, greenish, and yellowish. just over halfway down the yellowish band, in the center of the band, is an extremely tiny greenish dot, basically the size of one pixel. the whole image is somewhat fuzzy/staticy.

the right image is the 'pale blue dot revisited' photograph, which is an enhanced version of the 'pale blue dot' photograph created in 2020. the image's background is blue-black at the top and gradates to a light pale blue at the bottom. there are two very soft bands of bluish light on the left side of the image, which begin at the top edge of the image and make a slight left diagonal to the bottom edge. just right of the center is a brighter band of light that also forms a diagonal. in the center of the brighter band is an extremely tiny bluish dot, basically the size of one pixel. the whole image is somewhat fuzzy/staticy, but less so than the original. end id.

flag id: two flags with 7 stripes, with the fourth being extremely small. the left flag's stripes, in order, are very dark brown-grey, very dark dull green, dark dull brown, green-grey, dark dull brown, very dark dull red-orange, and very dark brown-grey. the right flag's stripes, in order, are very dark faded blue, dark dull blue, blue-grey, pale blue, blue-grey, dark dull blue, and very dark faded blue. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

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[beauty-styles-2023]

Sparkle and Shine: 50 Stunning 4th of July Nail Designs to Celebrate American Independence in Style

As the summer heat rises and the scent of barbecues fills the air, there's no mistaking that the 4th of July is just around the corner. This quintessential American holiday is a time for celebration, reflection, and of course, showing off your patriotic spirit. What better way to express your love for the red, white, and blue than with some eye-catching 4th of July nails?

In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore 50 unique and creative nail designs that will make your fingers pop with patriotic pride. From subtle and sophisticated to bold and glamorous, we've got something for every style and skill level. So grab your nail polish, put on your favorite summer playlist, and let's dive into the world of 4th of July nail art!

Why 4th of July Nails Matter:

Before we jump into the designs, let's take a moment to appreciate why 4th of July nails are more than just a fun fashion statement. They're a form of self-expression, a conversation starter, and a way to show your appreciation for the freedoms we enjoy as Americans. Whether you're attending a backyard barbecue, watching fireworks, or simply enjoying a day off work, your patriotic nails will be a constant reminder of the spirit of independence that this holiday represents.

Preparation Tips for Perfect 4th of July Nails:

Start with a clean slate: Remove any old polish and give your nails a good cleaning.

Shape up: File your nails to your desired shape - square, round, or almond.

Moisturize: Apply cuticle oil to keep your nails and surrounding skin healthy.

Base coat: Always use a base coat to protect your nails and help the polish adhere better.

Gather supplies: Make sure you have red, white, and blue polishes, as well as any additional tools you might need (e.g., striping tape, dotting tools, stickers).

Now, let's dive into our 50 stunning 4th of July nail designs!

Classic Stars and Stripes:

Paint alternating nails in red and white

Use blue polish and a thin brush to create stripes on the white nails

Add white stars to the blue stripes using a dotting tool

Fireworks Explosion:

Apply a dark blue base to all nails

Use white, red, and light blue polishes to create firework bursts

Add glitter topcoat for extra sparkle

American Flag Accent:

Paint four nails in solid red or white

Create a miniature American flag on your ring finger

Patriotic Ombre:

Start with a white base

Use a makeup sponge to blend red and blue polish for a gradient effect

Glitter Bomb:

Apply red, white, and blue glitter polishes to different nails

Use a clear topcoat to smooth the surface

Liberty Bell Silhouette:

Paint nails in a pale blue

Use black polish to create a Liberty Bell silhouette on one nail

Stars and Stripes Forever:

Alternate red and white stripes on each nail

Add blue stars using a stamping plate or stickers

Patriotic French Tip:

Apply a clear or nude base

Create French tips using red, white, and blue polishes

Uncle Sam Hat:

Paint nails white

Create a miniature Uncle Sam hat on one nail using red and blue polish

Statue of Liberty:

Use a light green or teal as a base

Paint a silhouette of the Statue of Liberty on one nail

Red, White, and Blue Marble:

Create a water marble effect using red, white, and blue polishes

Patriotic Polka Dots:

Apply a white base

Use dotting tools to create red and blue polka dots

American Eagle:

Paint nails in navy blue

Create an American eagle silhouette on one nail using white polish

Declaration of Independence:

Use a beige or parchment-colored base

Write snippets of the Declaration in tiny script on one or two nails

Starry Night:

Apply a dark blue base

Use white polish to create a scattering of stars

Patriotic Plaid:

Create a plaid pattern using red, white, and blue striping tape

Firework Flowers:

Paint nails red or blue

Create white firework-inspired flowers using a dotting tool

Stars and Stripes Gradient:

Create a gradient from red to white to blue

Add star stickers or stamped stars

Patriotic Chevron:

Use striping tape to create chevron patterns in red, white, and blue

American Landmarks:

Paint miniature versions of famous American landmarks on each nail

Flag Waves:

Create a waving flag effect using curved lines of red and white

Add a blue corner with white stars

Patriotic Leopard Print:

Create a leopard print pattern using red, white, and blue instead of traditional colors

Glitter Stripes:

Alternate stripes of red, white, and blue glitter polishes

Patriotic Negative Space:

Use nail vinyls to create geometric shapes in red, white, and blue, leaving some natural nail showing

American Patchwork:

Create a patchwork effect using different patriotic patterns on each nail

Firework Splatter:

Use a straw to blow small splatters of red, white, and blue polish onto a white base

Uncle Sam's Beard:

Paint nails blue

Create a white beard texture on one nail, with a red stripe for the mouth

Patriotic Tie-Dye:

Use a tie-dye technique with red, white, and blue polishes

Stars and Stripes Skittlette:

Do a different patriotic design on each nail for a mismatched look

Lady Liberty's Torch:

Paint nails in a copper or bronze shade

Create a flame design on one nail to represent the torch

Patriotic Aztec:

Use red, white, and blue to create an Aztec-inspired pattern

4th of July Confetti:

Apply a clear base

Use red, white, and blue glitter or confetti polish for a festive look

American Flag Hearts:

Paint nails white

Create heart shapes filled with tiny American flags

Firework Burst Accent:

Paint most nails in solid colors

Create an elaborate firework burst on one accent nail

Star-Spangled Glitter Gradient:

Create a glitter gradient using red, white, and blue glitters over a white base

Patriotic Stripes and Stars:

Alternate red and white striped nails with solid blue nails decorated with white stars

American Bandana:

Recreate a bandana pattern using red, white, and blue

Patriotic Watercolor:

Use a watercolor technique to blend red, white, and blue for a soft, artistic look

Statue of Liberty Crown:

Paint nails in a minty green

Create a golden crown design on one nail

Red, White, and Blue Swirls:

Use a marbling technique to create swirls of red, white, and blue

Patriotic Tribal:

Create tribal-inspired patterns using red, white, and blue

Star-Spangled Stamps:

Use nail stamps to create intricate star patterns in red, white, and blue

Patriotic Ombre with Fireworks:

Create a red to white to blue ombre

Add gold firework designs on top

American Flag Accent with Matte Finish:

Paint most nails in matte red or blue

Create a matte American flag design on one nail

Patriotic Geometric:

Use striping tape to create geometric patterns in red, white, and blue

Stars and Stripes Cutout:

Use nail vinyls to create star and stripe cutouts over a white base

Red, White, and Blue Foil:

Apply foil in patriotic colors for a metallic, festive look

Patriotic Newspaper Print:

Create a newspaper print effect using black polish, then add red and blue accents

Firework Starburst:

Paint nails dark blue

Create starburst designs in white, then add red glitter for a firework effect

American Popsicle:

Paint nails to look like red, white, and blue popsicles

Maintaining Your 4th of July Nails:

Now that you've created your perfect patriotic manicure, you'll want to keep it looking fresh for as long as possible. Here are some tips to maintain your 4th of July nails:

Apply a quality top coat: This will protect your design and add shine.

Reapply top coat every few days: This refreshes the shine and extends the life of your manicure.

Wear gloves: When doing dishes or cleaning to protect your nails from water and harsh chemicals.

Moisturize: Keep your hands and cuticles well-moisturized to prevent chipping.

Be gentle: Avoid using your nails as tools to prevent chipping and peeling.

DIY vs. Professional 4th of July Nails:

While many of these designs can be done at home with a little practice and patience, some of the more intricate patterns might be best left to the professionals. If you're not confident in your nail art skills, consider visiting a salon for your 4th of July manicure. Many nail technicians offer special holiday designs and can create custom looks tailored to your preferences.

However, don't be afraid to try your hand at some of the simpler designs. With practice, you might surprise yourself with your nail art abilities!

4th of July Nail Care Tips:

Remember, beautiful nails start with healthy nails. Here are some tips to keep your nails in top condition:

Stay hydrated: Drink plenty of water to keep your nails (and the rest of you) hydrated.

Eat a balanced diet: Nutrients like biotin, vitamin E, and protein contribute to nail health.

Don't bite or pick: This can damage your nails and the surrounding skin.

Use acetone-free nail polish remover: This is less drying for your nails and cuticles.

Give your nails a break: If you frequently wear polish, give your nails some polish-free time to breathe.

Incorporating 4th of July Nails into Your Overall Look:

Your patriotic nails can be the perfect finishing touch to your 4th of July outfit. Here are some ideas to coordinate your nails with your look:

Classic Americana: Pair your stars and stripes nails with a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and red accessories.

Beachy Vibes: If you're celebrating at the beach, match your firework-inspired nails with a red swimsuit and blue cover-up.

Backyard BBQ: Complement your American flag accent nails with a gingham dress and denim jacket.

Fireworks Viewing: Your glitter bomb nails will sparkle alongside a little black dress and patriotic jewelry.

Remember, the key is to have fun with your look while showing your American spirit!

The History Behind 4th of July Celebrations:

As you're admiring your festive nails, take a moment to reflect on the history behind this important American holiday. The 4th of July, also known as Independence Day, commemorates the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. This historic document declared the 13 American colonies' independence from Great Britain and its king.

The first 4th of July celebrations included concerts, bonfires, parades, and the firing of cannons and muskets. Over time, the holiday evolved to include the traditions we know today, such as barbecues, picnics, and fireworks displays. By incorporating patriotic nail art into your celebration, you're participating in a modern expression of a centuries-old tradition of national pride.

Your 4th of July nails are more than just a fun fashion statement – they're a way to express your creativity, show your patriotic spirit, and participate in a beloved American tradition. Whether you opt for classic stars and stripes, dazzling fireworks, or a subtle nod to Lady Liberty, your festive nails are sure to be a hit at any Independence Day celebration.

Remember, the most important thing is to have fun with your nail art. Don't be afraid to mix and match ideas or come up with your own unique designs. After all, creativity and individuality are quintessentially American traits!

So gather your red, white, and blue polishes, put on some patriotic tunes, and let your imagination run wild. With these 50 stunning 4th of July nail designs, you're sure to find the perfect look to celebrate American independence in style. Happy polishing, and happy 4th of July!

[atlas-hephaestus]

Atlas is an 18 year old half shiny Grimmsnarl pup, he has a genetic mutation called chimerism and heterochromia which made him have a two coloured face that was split down the middle, one side with the normal green skin colour with a vermilion eye and the other side was plum purple with a magenta eye, his hair is mostly black but he has various white patches and a striped bushy tail that sometimes fans out when he’s excited. He’s a late baby/mid toddler who still nurses and teethes, he has adhd, he is also gay. He is an expert swimmer but he still wears floaties like rings and water wings, he has multiple pairs which he wears based on his current mood, most of his rings have floral patterns or just solid colours, some have stripes or dots and others are glittery or clear with patterns on them, the rest have random patterns and a couple with pride flag colours, the same is with his water wings but his most favourite pair is a pair of black water wings with green stripes that sorta blend in with his arms and a red ring with a floral pattern, these are the ones he’s most commonly seen wearing, he says he wears them simply because they’re comfortable to wear, he wears his floaties around the sanctuary, he usually sleeps with his water wings on. Atlas is very cuddly, he loves having his hair brushed and decorated and he loves warm baths, Azimuth loves to snuggle with him, he loves tight hugs and resting his head on Azimuth’s chest because he’s soothed by the sound of her heartbeat. When Atlas is excited he runs on all fours like a happy dog, he’s very hyper and is a huge goofball, he loves to roll in tall grass and climb trees. Atlas loves to swim and play in the water, he especially loves to splash. He was taught by his father how to pick locks with his hair, he passes on this skill to any new Grimmsnarl that arrives at the sanctuary so they can use it in emergencies. Atlas his very eccentric and has a very cheery personality and a contagious smile that can brighten up a whole room, he’s very social and friendly, he has a sweet tooth for cotton candy and is a popular visitor in Galar’s candy stores, he shares his cotton candy with local Impidimps causing them to run amok from their sugar rushes. There’s some things about atlas’s appearances that are unique other than the chimerism and heterochromia, his head is adorned with long naturally spiky hair that has curls in some parts, his long stripy tail is hard to miss, he has a smile that can brighten a whole room, his bouncy and bubbly personality makes him a great guest, he’s usually seen wearing his striped water wings which he never leaves behind since they’re like a comfort/security blanket for him and he even wears them to bed, he has a noticeable pure white streak of hair that goes down the middle of his back, Atlas is very curious and fearless. His father Titus sometimes teaches him combat skills though he knows his son will likely never use them, his father is a bit overprotective of him and will put himself in the line of danger even if it means certain death to ensure his sons safety. Atlas’s hair fluctuates to correspond with his emotions. He likes chocolate milk

[odysseywritings]

Runoff - Retrieval

Sasha followed the black oily residue along the coastline as the blurred sky kept their sights near the ground. She noticed fish nearby were getting smaller, possibly resulting from the substance stunting their growth with malnutrition. Aubrey looked through a rifle’s scope to look for threats but found nothing threatening ahead. She was about to lower the scope until she saw a body still breathing by the coast.

Aubrey and Sasha suggested to ignore it as a dead body would be less troublesome to loot off of. Arie argued to check it out and help them, saying it could lead to the person giving something else of use. Sasha shrugged and accepted while Aubrey grumbled and took a look out for traps and ambushes. The flatter land looked like a safe bet as they pressed on.

The body belonged to a person bleeding out from a gunshot wound but was otherwise stable. The man, with his blonde beard unkempt and clothes ragged and full of holes, pleaded with them to help. Without a doctor around, Sasha’s medical knowledge came in handy, and she used sterile tools to repair the damage while avoiding the bullet.

The man could breathe easier and thanked her with a beaming grin. He explained he was a trader looking for a caravan when he was shot and had many of his valuables stolen. He did not have much on him and could only offer a strange electronic device.

“It’s not the most useful thing, I reckon,” the man admitted. “I just found it one day by the old abandoned electronics store out east. Not much use to me, but I figured I could find someone good with computers who’d take a liking. You’re a smart cookie, so you might have a better time cracking it than me. Not sure what a U S B is, but that’s not my issue to worry about now. Thanks again for the help!“

The man and Arie shook hands before the blonde survivor headed on. Sasha examined the foreign object.

“It’s definitely interesting. But I only have one computer left. If this has any data, though, it could seriously have vital information.”

Aubrey scoffed, “Or a virus.”

“Exactly. The man talked about a store, so there might be computers there we can use as dummies. Plus we’re low on supplies anyway.“

Arie guided them with a map where he compared the pathways with their location. Along the way they saw a building surrounded by nothing atop a hill. A brick oval with green windows, doors, and four small canopies each separated evenly in the cardinal directions. Aubrey steered them away thinking it might be a fort concealing marksmen.

They approached the plaza with buildings scattered across with rusting signs falling apart and people of different stripes setting up stores and bazaars. To the left, the trio could see vendors with meat from hawks to giant scorpions. On the right, a man selling flags to use as blankets and cloths. As tempting as those were, they did not intend to travel so far with little money, and they headed on to the electronics store.

Only one technician was present in the store as he led the three to a computer chugging along on its last legs. Aubrey was impressed at the designs and power the computers had, while Arie felt annoyed at the constant humming and buzzing. Sasha inserted the USB file into the computer and was pleased to see nothing malicious yet.

Arie helped translate the name of the files to Sasha, whereupon she clicked each one for anything insightful. The first was a map similar to Arie’s yet it stretched out further, with the west appearing to have more land until it hit an ocean, and dots with names of cities being circled in red. Each of them were intrigued by what was beyond their world and wanted to find out more. The next file was a collection of books, which Arie assumed to have been destroyed or otherwise unavailable, and broken links to videos.

The third file started with a flag or a banner with bright red, white, and blue colors. It resembled the flags being sold outside but with a white snake’s fangs replacing the stars in the top left. Underneath was paragraph upon paragraph that exhausted Arie.

“It seems like rambling, honestly. A lot of talk about an upcoming war, salvation for their souls, and a loss of values. There’s some words like oil and gold that are referenced a lot. I don’t think we’ll get much out of it, but the map looks important.”

Arie asked the tech permission for the map to be printed out and gave him a few coins. Aubrey meanwhile looked at the flag intently. She could not put it into words, but she stirred with emotion.

“What’s the deal,” Sasha asked. “It’s a graphic design made by someone who is history now. Or is it an artist’s temperament thing?”

“Would you get off my back,” Aubrey snapped. “I’m not like Arie where I can put it into words. But I’ll find out. Just give me some time.”

Arie and Sasha looked at each other and exited the building as Sasha took the USB and improved map back, with Aubrey tagging behind, mesmerized by the flag in her head. The idea of a catastrophe scratched her brain, instilling her with a need to do something about it, yet she was unsure what to do. Or what she was fighting against.

///

@jacquesfindswritingandadvice @pluttskutt @timisrecs

[birdsongisland]

My part for the TS Storytime 2020 : character sheets for @enbyamy 's wonderful fic  that i warmly recommend because the worldbuilding is just amazing !!

i will post stills of the gifs separately, please understand that the *very low* quality of the gifs is due to tumblr's refusal of bigger files. The other character sheets will look better if you click on them !

My thanks to @ts-storytime for organizing all this, it was a blast !

[ID : a digital drawing of Janus sanders on a white and yellow background. He has long brown hair and a burn scar on the left half of his face. He is wearing a black beanie, black fingerless gloves, a yellow tshirt with jeans an black boots. A speech bubble reads “Hey, Wait Up. Thank you, dear” “Wait up” is bolded. A text case next to him reads “age : 19. Power : command. Pronouns : he/him. Major : sociology”. Underneath the text box are a black t-shirt with “I’m not crazy, the world is” in yellow, a stack of thesis drafts annotated in red and a sun keychain. /end ID]

[ID : a gif made from a digital drawing of virgil sanders on a white and purple background. He is floating up and down as if seated. He is slouching with one ankle resting over his other knee, looking at his phone. He is wearing a purple hoodie open on a black MCR t-shirt, ripped black jeans and dark purple sneakers. The text box next to him reads “age : 21. Power : air elemental. Pronouns : he/him. Major : dance.” Under the text box are a black mug of tea with “F*CK” written in white, a pair of lilac pointe shoes, a purple plaid patch in the shape of two clouds, black headphones and a candle. /end ID]

[ID : a digital drawing of patton sanders on a white and yellow background. He is wearing brown framed glasses, a white shirt under a yellow sweater, several pins ( a purple eye, a piece of cake, a yellow star, a rainbow pride pin and a cup of tea), tartan trousers and brown loafers with white socks. He is holding a box of cookies and waving. The text box next to him reads “age : 20. Power : volume manipulation. Pronouns : he/him. Major : culinary”. Under the text box are a purple eye, two croissants, a plate of cat-shaped cookies and a red armchair. /end ID]

[ID : a gif made from a digital drawing of Logan sanders. He is standing facing us and holding files in front of him. He is wearing a black shirt, a blue tie and  black slacks. Behind him is a black rectangle with white crossing lines and white dots like stars fading into a library with a table and warm light. The text box next to him reads “age : 19. Power : dimensional. Pronouns : he/him. Major : Power studies.”. Under the text box are a distillation setup, a vial with a white liquid, a shiny square metal badge reading “P.S.”. / end ID]

[ID : a digital drawing of Remus Sanders on a green and white background. He is turned 3/4th to the right, has one hand on his hip and the other raised under a crystal orb. He has long brown hair held up with paintbrushes, a white streak and a moustache. He is wearing a black leather jacket with patches over a long green tshirt with his logo, grey ripped jeans and combat boots. He is covered in paint splotches and stains in different colours. The text box next to him reads “age : 21. Power : crystallize. Pronouns : he/him. Major : art.” Under the text box are a dumpster with crystal shards, pots of paint and paintbrushes and a lit titled “graduation requirements for a fine arts major” with four items circled in blue./end ID]

[ID : a gif made from a digital drawing of roman sanders on a white and red background. He is holding a stack of paper in one hand and looking at his other hand which is glowing more, then less. A shiny infinity symbol can be seen on his glowing wrist. He is wearing a red and white varsity jacket with his emblem on the sleeve, a grey t-shirt, a beaded bracelet in blue, pink and white, jeans and red shoes. the text box next to him reads “age : 21. Power : healing. Pronouns : he/him. Major : English”. Beneath the text box are a blue book embossed with golden decors, an electronic alarm clock reading 9:48am and a trans flag pin. /end ID]

[ID : a gif made from a digital drawing of emile picani on a pink and white background. He holds a yellow book in one hand while the other is raised. He has pink hair and glasses, he wears a white shirt undrneath a brown cardigan and beige trousers. a cup of coffee bearing the four elements from ATLA floats up and down on the right while a black and white cat is drawn opening and closing its eyes as well as moving his tail back and forth while it floats. The text box next to him reads “age : 20. Power : telekinesis. Pronouns : he/him. Major : psychology.” Underneath the box are a broken mug and a psychology book. /end ID]

[ID : a digital drawing of remy sanders on a red and white background. He looks like he is looking forward and his holding his phone and a transparent cup of coffee. He has white hair and wears sunglasses, a black leather jacket, grey t-shirt and jeans. He has small blue electric arcs all over him. The text box next to him reads “age : 20. Power : electrical manipulation. Pronouns : he/him. Major : photography.” Underneath the text box are a camera, a polaroid picture of a corgi, a silver locket engraved R+E, the face of the black and white cat, a bag of coffee and sunglasses. /end ID]

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Not sure if this has been done but if not I believe it’s time for a beach ask-isode (sorry thatwasreallybad)

Anyways! What does everyone (Maxson and gang leaders included) do while at the beach? What kind of suits do they wear?

(Ah yes, only a wedding post would top this masterpiece. Also this is going to be more on the Pre-War! Or Modern! Au spectrum since yknow..radioactivity)

Cait:

•Abosuletly HATES the beach.

•Bitches about literally everything. Sand? Fucking despises it. Getting wet? No thanks. THE SMELL?? Sis, no.

•Gets burnt AF as well. Miss Ma'am ends up looking like a boiled crab after maybe a couple minutes out in the sun.

•The only thing she enjoys is checking people out.

•either way, she goes and wears something comfortable. A bandeau and some shorts are her go to.

Curie:

•Rather likes the beach.

•She loves collecting seashells and seeing if she can capture hermit crabs (which she promptly returns to their home after taking a picture)

•She would wear one of those one pieces complete with a cute skirt and an oversized sun hat.

•SUNSCREEN ENFORCER

Danse:

•Has one helluva time running. As a matter of fact, he loves nothing more than to run on the beach at sunrise....however this is more of a social event we're talking about-

•Passive aggressively admonishes his "friends" to wear sunscreen.

•Will actually partake in alcohol is it's presented. Make sure he doesn't overdue it- Hancock is patiently waiting for him to get lit and do something stupid so he can have blackmail material. DRUNK DANSE WILL PROVIDE PLENTY OF IT.

•wears tragically boring red and orange swim trunks and that's it. Doesn't understand why Cait keeps whistling at him when he takes his shirt off.

Deacon:

•He's the type to go sun tanning and end up forgetting his sunglasses are still on. Oh well, just an excuse to keep wearing them.

•Definitely instigates water fights.

•Wears the most outlandish, neon green speedo. Scars the masses.

Gage:

•Loves the beach but will bitch about it being too hot nonstop.

•Mainly just floats out into the open water on a lounge float and sips lemonade. No one is stupid enough to try to play a prank on him anyways- they already know he isn't above drowning someone over being thrown into the water unexpectedly.

•wears a horrendous green muscle shirt and yellow swim trunks.

Hancock:

•Life of the party, as always.

•Blasts music, indulges in whatever drugs he can and has an overall wonderful day filled with debauchery.

•Provided the beach is okay with it, he'd prefer to go nude. However if that isn't an option, he'll rock an American flag speedo.

Macready:

•I know it's soft, but he prefers to bring Duncan along. So no terrible parties for Mac, unfortunately.

•He makes sandcastles and plays "soldiers" with his little boy before going with Curie to collect seashells for Duncan to add to his collection.

•For once ditches the hat and rocks a Grognak themed ensemble. Duncan hates it and often pretends he doesn't know him.

Mags:

•As a woman who enjoys the finer things, she spends a little extra money to "party up" her beach time in an expensive cabana.

•Prefers to sit out and relax, getting some sun as she smokes as many cigarettes as humanely possible and knocks back bottles of wine.

•Wears a pair of those really nice, oversized sunglasses and a simple black bikini...and probably those ridiculous platforms.

Mason:

•Despite his wealth, he "roughs" it and spends his beach time like a normal person...well..as normal as Mason can get.

•He spends the majority of his time in the water like a damn idiot, swimming until he gets sick from accidentally ingesting too much salt water.

•Very, VERY tempted to flip Gage's float over.

•Wears flamboyant flamingo themed swim trunks.

Maxson:

•Another one of the pathetically rich, buuut he doesn't overdo it. Sure, he may also rent out a nice cabana but he spends the most of his time underneath an umbrella reading whatever novel he's invested in at the moment.

•Will sit there and read for as long as possible, maybe only breaking to play a game of volleyball with Danse and Preston. Even then, his top priority is to get back to either reading or jotting down the next key points for a future meeting.

•Wears some stupid designer like burberry. It's hideous but he doesn't care.

•uhhhh, don't entice him with alcohol either, it's not a good idea.

Nick:

•Loves going to the beach right as the sun is setting. He gets a small window of time to read before being able to fully appreciate how beautiful the scenery is as the moon rises.

•Keeps an eye on Hancock so the dude doesn't do anything too stupid, but pretends to "party" so Hancock doesn't catch wind that he's being supervised.

•He's the perpetual "parent" of the group and he accepts it.

•Wears a matching shirt and trunk set, usually in black.

Nisha:

•Surfs and proceeds to beat the shit out of Mason with her board when she's finished.

•Will actually go smoke and drink with Mags and have a decent time until they inevitably hit a snag and decide to not talk to each other for weeks again.

•Tries to instigate fights with Gage fueled by her hatred for him.

•Wears an expensive wetsuit.

Piper:

•Enjoys taking nice pictures of her friends and herself at the beach.

•Also joins in the volleyball game whenever she is done with said pictures.

•Gets bored easily and decides to go back to working on her next article...until she gets bored of that and decides to go swim.

•Wears a nice red and white polka dot two piece and some red sunshades.

Preston:

•Is the unofficial life Gaurd. Like no shit, he is on a damn mission. He'll fight a shark if he has to.

•Plays fetch with Dogmeat whenever he finally calms down.

•May even go scuba diving, just depends. He loves seeing the fish and different things in the water.

•Wears a cute pair of sunflower swim shorts.

X6-88:

•Doesn't show up. He hates the beach.

•Okay fine, if you force him into it...

•He'll more or less just sit where the waves crash onto shore.

•If shaun is there though, it's a whole new story. Oh yeah. If his best buddy Shaun is there, you bet your ass he will happily do whatever the kid wants him to. Piggy back ride? Right away. Go prank Maxson? In a heartbeat.

•Wears a grey and black striped pair of shorts.