#rabbit thing and citrus creature

[icecreamcake0]

silly guys

[rinfarts]

As you know, 2024 will be the Year of the Dragon according to the eastern horoscope. This beast is noble and powerful, inspiring awe. Blank doesn’t particularly inspire anything other than a good mood, but, as Taranee would say: “there are also small dragons.”

(English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes. Please be understanding)

This costume and the image itself are taken from a series with the play (“Ambush at Torus Filne”). In it we learn about how the crystal appeared, giving the guards strength. The legend of compassionate dragons who relieved people from drought overlaps markedly with another legend. From Earth.

"The Jade Emperor Yu-di organized a race among the animals to determine the order of the zodiac signs. Such a powerful and energetic beast as the Dragon had every chance of becoming the first. But when he was close to the finish line, he saw a village that was suffering from drought. He flew over clouds and caused rain to help starving people.

The dragon continued on his way, but saw another village - it was threatened by flooding. He took pity on the residents, swallowed the water and only then continued on his way.

Just before the finish line, the Dragon saw that the Rabbit was being chased by the Wolf. To save the Rabbit, the Dragon let him go ahead. And so it happened that the strong and powerful creature finished fifth in the race, after the Rat, Ox, Tiger and Rabbit."

In the "W.I.T.C.H" version, four dragons representing the elements were imprisoned in the mountains because they dared to help people without asking permission from their Emperor. It turns out that in both legends the Dragon suffered from his own kindness?

This is partly true. And in fact, this is not the worst moral, although at first glance it does not seem so. By helping someone, you may actually miss an opportunity or get into trouble. No matter how much we wish that life would encourage noble deeds more.

But altruism should not be idealized. There's nothing wrong with being aware of the risks. Belief in a “just world”, where everyone is rewarded according to their actions, very often leads to disappointment and the thought “if something bad happened to me, I probably wasn’t good enough.” And to devaluing other people's troubles.

There is no kind of universal justice in the world and no clearly working karmic slaps on the head. However, there are other people, good and not so good. What you do may resonate with them. For example, a good deed performed in spite of any difficulties. And then real magic can happen, accessible even beyond the boundaries of legends.

I sincerely wish you to find a common language with yourself, to love yourself (within adequate limits). Find a solid foundation of confidence under your feet. And then no difficulties in life will become insurmountable for you.

If after this you find the strength and time to support other people, to inspire them with your example is wonderful. If not, this will not make you a bad person. Healthy selfishness is a wonderful thing. And good deeds should not be forced. __________________________

In addition to references to the symbol of the year, the art contains intersections with a recent answer in the ask. Anyone who read the accompanying post knows.

Caleb, one might say, is preparing a festive buffet. But the bull doesn't really want to be the main dish :D

I have long been attracted to garlands with dried orange slices. They are so warm and cozy. I wanted to add them to at least one of the New Year's arts :3

This idea later developed into the concept of natural Christmas tree decorations. Still, the Middle Ages reign on Meridian. It is unlikely that there is such an abundance of plastic toys there as we have now (the main thing is not to wonder whether there are citrus fruits in this fictional world).

But I still added a garland and balloons, I couldn’t resist. Maybe the girls brought it from Earth (making sure that everything would run on batteries) :D

HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

[chadhunkler]

(did this once for Holly, time to do it again! Tagged by @mist-touched !)

BASICS

Name - Kasha Reol Nickname(s) - Rabbit (from a certain Tengu), (Miss) Onmyoji Age - 60-70s Nameday - 17th Sun of 4th Umbral Moon Race - Rava Viera Gender - Female Orientation - Pansexual, Poly Profession - Onmyoji, Yokai Hunter/Researcher

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair - Silky smooth, well-maintained, dark brown. Usually is kept in a messy bun, but can be changed on a whim, depending on how she feels. Eyes - Usually a bluish-green, with a faint glow. Also may change whenever she wishes, usually to add some flair to her exorcisms, to persuade customers. Skin - Similar to her hair, skin is brown, smooth, free of any dirt, provided she's not out hunting. She maintains a good regimen to keep herself clean. Tattoos/Scars - Only visible when wearing more casual robes. Intricate tattoos spiral all over her body, even around her eyes. Mostly black with the occasional splash of red. Inscribed with purpose. One could swear they'd move in the dark…

FAMILY

Parents - Father only mentioned/seen a few times, primarily stayed in her village with her mother, who taught her the ways of trapping. Siblings - A few direct siblings, some picked to become Wood Warders, some staying back home. Grandparents - A few elders in her village. In-laws/Other - Some in the village, but she's forgotten most. She's not been back in a while... Pets - A few, hopefully more. She feels a need to take care of forgotten yokai - currently houses a Kudagitsune and a Yukinko.

SKILLS

Abilities: Archery - Growing up, Kasha was always intrigued by the hunters of her village. She would often try to join hunting parties, practicing with a bow whenever she could. Those days are long ago now, but she's still got it when the opportunity calls. Trapping - Her skills with a bow were good, but her aptitude for laying traps was incredible. Within just a bell or two, every one of her traps would have captured a creature. Now, her mind for them plays perfectly with her Onmyodo techniques. Keen Senses - As with many Viera, Kasha has sensitive hearing, sharp eyesight, and a powerful nose. Very few things get past her. Onmyodo - Taught by her mentor, Kasha is incredibly skilled in the way of the Onmyoji. Most of her time at home is spent in preparation, infusing paper and ink into mystical ofuda. Hobbies - Calligraphy, Painting, Music. Learning of the world around her. Strolling through Kugane. Exploring.

TRAITS

Positive - Caring, wants to make sure her guests are comfortable, and her friends even more so. Negative - Takes a while to get to her caring, fun side, usually stone-faced and stoic in public, as her mentor taught her.

LIKES

Colors - The pure whites of her dress, the mystical purple-blue-greens of her magic, the bright reds of her accents, the greens of the forest. Many colors are important to her. Smells - Cherry blossom incense, lavender, citrus, fresh forest, all sorts of tea. Textures - Expensive silks, smooth paper, the feeling of stray ink on her fingertips. Drinks - Teas, sake, fruit juices - freshest or most expensive, depending on how she feels.

OTHER

Smokes - Rarely, mostly magical smoke to look imposing. Drinks - Yes, a drink or two every so often. More in good company, but always seems to hold herself together, no matter how much she drinks. Drugs - Besides herbal remedies, none. Mount - No real mount is issued to her, she either walks, summons Ne Zha Wheels if she needs to get somewhere fast, or opens a portal if she needs to get there REAL fast. Arrested - She's been hounded by the Koshu Onmyoji (never agreed with their morals), but never caught.

[earlgreydream]

bunnies.

| loki x reader | fluff |

requested by my dearest @fitzfiles​ 

Loki isn’t afraid of anything.

You were excited for Loki to come over. He had never seen your home, a small apartment in New York. It wasn’t anything like the palace in Asgard, but it was yours, and he wanted to spend time together there.

You had cleaned, and the home smelled like lemon and citrus, the windows open to let in a breeze from the coast. You were excited, and when you heard a knock at the door, you ran to answer it. Loki was more than capable of just appearing in your home, but he wanted to be polite and normal, not just showing up inside. 

You opened the door for the stunning god, his eyes lighting up when you came into view. You leaned up on your toes to kiss him, and he squeezed your waist in large hands. Your neighbors looked at the tall, raven-haired god that was fully clad in black and green leather, gold accessories hanging off of him. 

“Hello, my darling,” he said, producing a bouquet of white hydrangeas in his hand. 

“Hi, baby,” you grinned, pecking his lips and taking the flowers. You set them in a vase on your coffee table, and gave him a quick tour, saving the kitchen for last, where you had a kettle on for tea. 

You showed him the bedroom, your white bed under the window, a blanket from Asgard draped over the end. Loki had given it to you from his chambers there, and you slept with it every night. He smiled at it, kissing the side of your head.

“I’m sure I’ll become quite familiar with this room,” he teased, making you blush and scold his naughty suggestion.

“Okay, loverboy, come on, I’ll show you the kitchen.” 

You pulled him out, and he followed you to your kitchen. You poured two cups of tea, your back to Loki as you did so.

“Lo, what kind of tea do you want?” you asked, turning when he didn’t answer. 

His eyes were trained on the cage in the corner on the floor, the home of your pet bunny. He kept his distance, his gaze on the small animal was predatory. You watched him, and he stepped back when she hopped in her enclosure.

You hadn’t had her for that long, only since you’d returned from Asgard. She was small, fluffy, and sweet, and you adored her. You didn’t understand Loki’s reaction to the tiny creature.

“Loki?”

“What is it?” He asked immediately. 

“Loki, it’s a bunny,” you said, dropping tea bags into the water and walking over to him. 

“Are you frightened of it?”

He shot you a scathing look, but didn’t speak. You giggled, unable to stop yourself. 

“You’re a god, Loki, you cannot be seriously unnerved by this sweet thing!” You laughed, and he watched you as you reached down and picked her up.

“Her name is Valkyrie!” you announced proudly.

“Have you ever met a Valkyrie? They’re terrifying warriors!” Loki announced.

“I wanted to name her after something from Asgard,” you explained, walking toward Loki. He seemed uneasy with the animal, and you led him to sit down on the floor of the living room. Valkyrie’s tiny nose twitched, and she buried into your chest where you held her.

“This is Loki, he’s going to be around a lot,” you told the rabbit, and Loki’s eyebrow cocked up.

“Can it speak?”

“No, baby,” you struggled not to laugh at him. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t an expert on Midgardian pets. Your knees touched Loki’s, sitting close to him. You put the bunny onto your lap, encouraging Loki to pet her.

“She doesn’t bite, it’s alright,” you looked up into those uncertain green eyes. He reached forward and carefully pet her head, and she sniffed Loki lightly, tickling his hand with her soft nose. 

“She’s fuzzy,” Loki stated, and you bit your lip, holding in giggles. You nodded, and carefully set the animal in his hands. He held her in his large hands, cradling the bunny against his chest. A smile broke onto his face as she nuzzled into him, and you watched your boyfriend gently care for the animal. 

You pulled your knees up, watching him. The god was soft and gentle, and you loved him for it. Loki carefully handed her back to you to put in her cage, taking the tea you made him.

He lifted you up to sit on the kitchen counter, standing between your legs. You looked at him over the rim of your teacup, his hands resting on your legs. 

“You’re alright to be here with the monster?” you teased, draping your arms loosely around his neck.

“Of course. I have you to protect me.” 

Loki’s mouth pulled into a smirk, and you giggled. He kissed your forehead, carrying you out of the kitchen and to your room. 

“You will not tell anyone that I was frightened of that creature,” Loki made you promise.

“Never, my love.” 

He held you in his arms, stretched out on your bed, movies playing all afternoon. You made him watch Beatrix Potter, a movie where rabbits were causing mayhem. Loki was hyperfocused on the film, asking you questions, if rabbits were truly capable of such mischief.

“Must I worry about you, leaving you here with it?” Loki clearly still didn’t trust the bunny.

“No, I’m quite safe, but I wouldn’t mind you here all the time, just to be sure,” you laughed, kissing his jaw lightly. 

[bloodskinandteeth]

✦ — OC ASSOCIATIONS

i stole this cute oc ask game from @hey-hey-its-magic​​ for val because i simply will not stop talking about her. i tag any and all the besties in the stranger things au 💕

seasoning | basil, rosemary

weather | warm summer nights

color | sky blue, bumblebee yellow

sky | clear blue sky

magical power | she wishes she could teleport

houseplant | golden pathos

weapon | axe

subject | gym & social studies

makeup product | lipgloss or eyeshadow

candy | bubblegum

fear  | humiliation, isolation

ice cube shape | regular plastic freezer tray cubes

method of long distance travel | car

art style | collage

mythological creature | banshee or pixie

piece of stationary | sticker sheet, pens in all colours

three emojis | 💕🙊🏃🏻��♀️

celestial body | jupiter

animal | rabbit

month | october

number | 8

smells | vanilla, peony, citrus

time of day | 9am

gemstone | carnelian, rhodochrosite

season | late spring

places | the diner, the hawkins high running track, her room

food | chocolate, peaches

drinks | milkshakes

element | earth

astrological signs | libra sun, virgo moon, leo rising

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[animatorweirdo]

Feelings gone grr

Frozen heart; star blessed souls

The morning finally arrived and you went on a hunting trip. Strange stuff starts to happen and Maglor does things that makes your heart flutter with adoration. 

Warning; Angst, fluff (I think), typical violence and cursing

Chapter; 3

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You and Camilla walked across the street toward your destination. "Try this. I added some golden citrus and salamander blades," Camilla handed you a new potion. "Do you think it's a good idea to test a new prototype outside of Himring?" You asked, taking the new bottle. You took off the lid and chugged it in. "Yuck! That's sour!" You smacked your lips with a deep frown. "I took some reverse pills, so you should be fine, and the ingredients don't have any dramatic side effects," Camilla explained. "Tell me an ingredient that actually sounds promising," You stated. "Well, moonflowers would be a great. Unfortunately, they're super rare and hard to find. Even for Maglor," She said as you two arrived at the front gate. "Great," You stated in a sarcastic tone.

"Good morning (Name) and Camilla. How are you two feeling on this fine morning?" Maglor asked as he rode on his horse to you. "Meh, could be better," You said. The memory of his mauled body came back to you. His bright and lovely smile reduced to a bloody sight. It made you feel dread and sick inside.

"We will be leaving soon, so see yourselves into the wagon with others. It will be a long trip, and I don't think you can handle it if you choose to walk," Maglor looked at you with a bit of humor in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah..." You waved him off, trying to hold a cheerful persona. Maglor suddenly went quiet as he looked at you.

"Well, we're gonna go catch our ride; Good luck on the hunt, my lord," Camilla pulled you toward the wagon you two were supposed to get on with other elves. You sat beside Camilla as she started chatting with Faye. You found yourself staring at the distance with a hollow look as you couldn't stop thinking about Maglor and his fate in your nightmare. That nightmare totally killed your mood for the day.

The gates opened. Maglor and his brother, Maedhros; led the hunting party outside. The wagon moved, and you found yourself tangling one foot outside the wagon as you were now admiring the outside world. Himring was a cold place because it was located above the mountains, but it looked beautiful during the summer. You can say that; you preferred this view than the one in winter where everything was cold and dark.

The loud galloping of hooves hitting the ground and barks of wargs reached your eras as you were casually sitting on a box, looking over to the valley where the elves took down wargs and their riders. It was almost weird to watch such a thing. In your world, you hunt rabbits, deers, and other animals, but in this world, hunting orcs is a daily thing. They were evil creatures but seeing them getting hunted oddly reminded how you were hunted when people discovered the wendigo within you.

You noticed one of the orcs getting away, running away with all his strength. He looked like a rabbit across the field. Your eyes fixated on him as a weird urge to go after him grew within you. Stop him and kill him. Your legs started moving a bit on their own, urging you to get up and give chase. An arrow suddenly struck the orc in the back. You shook your head and blinked. The urge vanished. You stared at the dead orc in confusion as you tried to progress what happened. What was that?

"Are you alright?" Faye suddenly asked. "Jesus!" You almost jumped off from your box. "I swear you elves have feet made out of feathers since you walk so quietly," You stated. "I'm sorry for scaring you, but maybe if you were more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed me before I revealed myself to you," She explained. You made frustrated sounds which included groaning and whining. "Oh, stop acting like a child!" Faye said in a scolding manner. You stopped and shook your head with a chuckle. "Did you need something?" You asked. "No, I just wanted to ask if you were alright. You seem to be a bit out today like something is bothering you," She explained. "No, I'm okay..." You started. "I just didn't sleep well last night," You said. Faye hummed. "Well, I hope the food will make you feel better because it's gonna be lunchtime soon," She said. "Food? hell yeah!" You said, getting up from your box. "Then come help me with the cooking," Faye said. "Right away, ma'am," You happily followed her to the cooking site. You were smiling as you hoped food will distract you from dreadful thoughts.

Everyone was peacefully eating and relaxing from the tiresome work. The horses were free and munching on the grass. You were silently eating bread with cheese and slices of cucumber along with an apple. A flask of water sat beside you as you ate. Camilla and Faye were having a conversation that you didn't take any interest in. Your mind was too blank to focus on anything right now.

Someone suddenly sat beside you. You looked up and for some reason; you froze when you saw Maglor. Your thoughts came back to the nightmare and his mauled body. "I hope you don't mind me sitting beside you. I'm trying to get away from boorish conversations with the huntsmen," His voice snapped you out of your imaginary trance. "Huh?! Oh! I don't mind at all, my lord," You explained, trying to focus back on your bread, but found it a bit hard because of his presence right beside you. Your heart was beating faster than usual, and there was a rush of anxiety flowing through you. Your mind replaying the nightmare over and over again as you couldn't stop thinking about all the blood and his hollow eyes.

Maglor looked at you and found himself frowning. Your posture was tense and you were eating a bit too fast like you were in a rush. You were oddly quiet as well. You sometimes liked silence, but today you have been more quiet than usual. Was something bothering you?

"Lady (Name), may I ask you something?" His voice brought your attention back to him. "What is it, my lord?" You asked, looking at him. "Has something been bothering you today? You know you can ask for my help if you need any," He explained. "I'm fine... I'm just a bit angsty today because I didn't sleep well last night," You explained. "Are you having troubles with sleeping against?" He asked. "This is just a one-time. We all have a hard time sleeping on random days," You said with a smile. Even though; you were actually feeling terrible because you couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare. You could almost see the blood decorating Maglor's face. Your chest stung a bit. You held your groan to not alarm your dear elf friend. He shouldn't need to worry about your health right now.

"Well, if you have troubles sleeping again. you can come to my place and I will sing to you," Maglor suddenly said. "No! No! There's no need for that! You don't need to worry about my goodnight sleeps. I'm sure I can handle it on my own," You explained. "I don't mind at all and I thought my music will help since you always tell how well you sleep after our little night sessions," he said. You looked away in embarrassment after you remembered that. You did have a habit of boasting his singing when you actually slept well. "Sorry..." You said, feeling embarrassed at yourself. "What are you apologizing for? I very much enjoy our little night sessions and I feel content to know I'm able to help with your well being, so if you feel like listening to me sing, don't be afraid to ask," He said with a smile. You're not sure how, but your mind conjured light into his face as he smiled. You felt your face burn, but not with the embarrassment this time.

"I'm afraid I need to go. We need to get rid of many orcs as possible," He got up. "I see you around, "He said then left. "Yeah... happy hunting, "  You muttered out as you watched him leave. A sense of loneliness embraced you after he left. You mentally whined at your situation. It was so strange that you didn't know what was going on.

You groaned and resumed eating. Your bread was gone, so you took a bite out of your apple then took a sip of the water flask. You glanced at Camilla and then found Camilla and Faye both looking at you with weird looks. "Why are you two looking at me like that?" You asked. "Just enjoying the view of blossoming romance," Camilla said. You groaned. "Go fuck yourself. Both of you!" You turned your back toward the two as they laughed. You angrily munched on your apple as you thought about Maglor. His smile, his voice, the way he makes you feel calm and happy, made you frustrated. You whined out loud. You really had a crush on him, didn't you?

After the little lunch party, the site was cleaned up and the people went on with their business. Maglor and his brother left hunting again with their men.

You walked up to Faye, who set a box of cookies on a table. "How are you feeling? I hope having a fill made you feel better?" She asked. "A little a bit... is it okay to take those?" You pointed at the cookies. "Yeah, go ahead," She nodded. "Thank you,"  You grabbed a cookie and started munching on the treat. A sweet taste of honey; filled your taste buds.

"So... you and lord Maglor huh?" Faye leaned against the table with her arms crossed. "I don't know what you're talking about," You were not really in a mood to deal with your crush problem. "You know, He has changed a lot after you came around," She said. "How so?" You took another cookie. "He used to be closed off due to certain reasons. He often puts up a smile but not a genuine one, most of the time," She explained. "Well, maybe he was stressed, you know? From all the work as a lord and all," You took the third one. "Maybe... but I have also seen a glint of loneliness in his eyes. They were so hollow and sometimes empty," Faye thought about the time before you came around. Maglor was a lot different and didn't sometimes act as he did now. He sometimes wandered off to play music for himself. She once listened to his music during his lone time. It was sad and someway beautiful, but there was one thing it revoke even in her. Aching for home.

Faye glanced at you when she heard a loud crunching. You were eating the cookies like a starved animal, fast and making a mess. "Hey calm down. They're not gonna grow legs and run away," She said, but you didn't seem to hear her. "(Name)! Hey! Spare some for others!" She said with a louder tone as she grabbed your shoulder. You suddenly jolted up and growled at her. She stood back with a startle, confusion written all over her face.

You came back to your senses when you saw the expression on Faye's face. You glanced down and saw the mess you made out of the cookies. Realization hit you like a brick.

"Faye. I'm so sorry," You dropped the cookie you held onto the ground. "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry," You backed away from her. "I need to go see Camilla. Excuse me," You quickly walked away from the scene, leaving Faye in a deeper confusion.

You were shaking as you walked through the campsite. You rubbed your arms in an attempt of warming yourself. You were cold. Even though; it was the start of summer. You stopped and took a deep breath. Your heart was accelerating at a worrying speed that it was hurting you a bit. You took a deep breath again, trying to find balance and control.

"Hmm?" You suddenly picked up sounds. Sounds of people walking and talking resonated inside your head. Birds and animals then suddenly came along. They all mixed into one and now your head was hurting like hell. They became louder and now your ears were ringing. You groaned, rubbing your head in a weak attempt of easing your pain. It was like a thousand things were screaming into your ears. You winced and looked around. The sounds were coming from every direction. You groaned, swinging your head down for a moment. It hurts so much it feels like you were about to explode.

The sounds soon calmed down. You took a deep breath and tried to adjust to the deep headache you got. You looked up and noticed it was quieter now. You rubbed your ears which were aching like hell as confusion dressed your face.

What the hell was that?

One thought came to your mind as you tried to rub the pain away. First; You had an urge to chase and kill. Second; You had a terrible feeding moment to eat everything that you even growled at Faye because you thought she was stealing from you. And now; everything around you became so loud that even your ears were ringing. That left you a question. Why did those resemble traits of a wendigo? Your eyes widened in realization. You needed to find Camilla, now.

You were about to pass a guy hastily, but then your shoulders met, making both of you dumb on each other. "Sorry," You uttered, trying to continue your way. "Hey! watch where you're going!" The guy called you out. You stopped and turned back toward him. "I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to do? Excuse me but I do not have time to deal with a walking meat bag, so how about you go push that ego of yours far up your ass, you walking donkey!" You bared your teeth at him. You froze when you realized what you just did. He stared at you with equal shock. An awkward silence filled the air. "... Sorry," You turned around and ran this time. This was bad! You needed Camilla right now!

Your heart was beating unnaturally as you tried to look for your best friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. You can hear your heartbeats against your ears. Where the fuck was she?

You yelped when someone suddenly pulled you inside a tent. You quickly calmed down when you saw that it was Camilla. "Cami! We need to talk!" You said. "I know. Faye told me about your little cookie outburst;" She said. "That's not the only thing that happened to me," You said. "I had a moment where I wanted to chase something, then the cookie outburst happened, then I suddenly hear everything ten times stronger, then I bared my teeth at a guy out of aggression, " You explained. "Cami. I think the potion you gave me is slowly turning me into a wendigo. Please, tell me you have the reverse pills," You begged. "They're in my backpack which is on the other side of the camp. Stay here. I'm gonna go get them then come back to you, okay?" She asked. You nodded. "You can hold on until I come back, right?" She asked. "Yes! Yes! Go get them now!" You almost yelled. "Good. I will be right back," Camilla left through the tent door. You sat down on a chair and rubbed your arms, trying to keep yourself warm from the cold.

You suddenly saw red when the nightmare came back to you. Blood and death filled your mind. It was happening. You were losing control. Your heart accelerated and you had a hard time controlling your breathing.  

You swung your head down and held on to your chest. Groans of pain could be heard from you as you tried to control your breathing. Your head was going all around. Your chest was stinging in pain as your heart was beating like crazy. Tears struck your eyes as hollow breaths were coming in and out of your mouth. 

You soon started to think happy thoughts because those sometimes helped to ease the panic attack. Memories of your time with all those dear to you played inside your mind. hanging around with Camilla. Learning to cook with Talla. And musical sessions with Maglor smiling down on you. You took deep long breaths and leaned back on the chair. You kept thinking about happy times as the panic attack slowly dissolved.

You shut your eyes and swallowed. A whine escaped your mouth when you finally got yourself under control. Your chest was still hurting, but you stopped suffocating, so it was a bit better. You glanced toward the tent door. Where the hell was Camilla? You needed that pill right now.

You flinched when you heard a scream. What the hell? With a groan, you stood up. You tried to tolerate the pain as you approached the tent door to check what happened. Let's just say you were not prepared to see this after moving the cover.

The camp was under attack. Orcs were running around, chasing people and causing harm. Some of the tents even caught on fire. Screams reached your ears as the chaos happened around you.

Your eyes widened in horror as panic settled within you once again. You started running. Fear for Camilla's and Faye's safety clouding your mind. You were begging for them to be okay as you ran through the battle zone.

You dodged as some elves tried to escape, then continued. You were silently groaning in pain as your chest was stinging from all the rounds your heart was making.

You gasped when you noticed an orc coming after you. You moved your feet faster. The screams and the sounds of swords clanking together filled your head as you tried to run. Why was this happening? Why does there have to be an ambush when you were already having a bad day?!

You screamed when you felt painful but familiar inside your chest. One thought repeated itself in your mind as you stumbled in shock.

No, no, no...

Due to your sudden shock; you slowed down, which allowed the orc chasing you to raise his club and hit you in the back of your head. You screamed and fell with unimaginable pain in your head. You slammed against the grassy ground with a grunt. Your head went woozy and you couldn't focus on the chaos around you. There was also a ringing sound inside your ears. Fast breaths left your mouth as you tried to focus on the danger before you. The orc had stopped and now was approaching you with sinister intent.

He was giggling as he raised his club toward the sky. Your heart was beating between your ears as your vision was hazy, then everything went dark.

A growl escaped your mouth as the orc was about to send a killing blow. You quickly rolled to the side, avoiding a hit that would have crushed your head. The club hit the ground with a loud thud. "Huh?!" The orc glanced at you. You slammed your arm against his face as you jumped at him from the ground. He fell on his back with a crushed nose. You grabbed his head and started twisting it hard to the side. He started yelling and struggling to get free, but you then made the final push and snapped his neck. A loud crunch was heard as he laid dead before your knees.

You took a long breath as your eyes flickered colors between deep blue to your eye color. You gasped and hit yourself in the chest, regaining some control over yourself.

You stood up and kept running through the battlefield. Your heart was pulsing with painful waves, trying to take control. A familiar tent came to your view. You never thought you would end up turning in a moment like this after such a long time.

You went inside the tent and found your bag. You ruffled through it and found the wendigo mask. You took it with you in case something like this would happen. Even though; you never wanted any of this to happen and that you would never have to use it.

You looked around from the tent door, then dashed toward the forest with the mask under your arm.

You stopped at the edge to look at a couple of warg riders. "Hey!" You yelled, gaining their attention. "Over here, assholes!" You ran into the forest. Their wargs barked and ran after you.

You carefully ran through the thick forest, avoiding every obstacle because you didn't want the cliche 'trip over' to happen. You had enough balance and footwork to not trip while you run.

You stopped when you were at a safe distance from the orc group that was coming for you. Their yells and barks echoing in the air. You took a deep sight and turned your attention to the mask in your hands. The empty eye sockets reminded you of the unpleasant times as giant wendigo. In any other circumstance, you would never want to turn into it, but your current state didn't leave you a lot of options.

The nightmare replayed inside your mind once again. The red, the blood; it was all there. You shook your head and tried to snap out of it.

The orc group came closer to your location.

You inhaled then turned the back of the mask toward you. Your heart was pulsing with dreadful anticipation. Your thoughts came lastly to Maglor. His kind eyes and that smile of his. Your heart could melt away with all the warmth he made you feel. He accepted you. Even this side of you.

You looked down on the mask. He might not return your feelings, but that would be okay. You don't expect him to return your feelings. And not just because you're a human and he's an elf. Who could possibly love someone who's a danger to themselves? To him. Who could possibly love a monster like you?

But...

The orcs finally reached you, but you finally put on the mask. Thick grey mist engulfed the area. The orcs stopped their wargs from going into the mist, which caused shivers to ran through them. It was cold.

One of the orcs squinted his eyes to see through the mist. Something big rose within the grey mist, which made all of them back away with shock and newfound fear as a giant creature stood before them. A deep growl echoed through the atmosphere.

Your blue eyes glistered as you looked down on them with unimaginable rage.

At least you can be a monster these wretched orcs will fear. Anything to keep him and others safe.

[xamelera-blog]

2019 FFBE Character Contest Winner– Bulwark & the Melodic Mascots

My 3rd & final entry from the contest ..that actually won :O

Concept Bulwark was the final entry that I worked on for the competition. Unlike the others (which I worked on for the months leading up to the deadline) Bulwark et al. were completed in the weekend before …that kinda sounds like cramming but that wasn’t the intention! ^^; I set out with the goal of making at least three units – one masculine, one feminine & one non-human – but couldn’t think of anything for the self-imposed creature category. Serendipitously, the idea subconsciously formed as I worked on the others while listening to Final Fantasy Soundtracks!

I started with the idea of making a chubby chocobo a one-bird-band, however, the logistics of that with little time left proved difficult. Thus came the concept of incorporating his mount role from FFXIV with some mascot pals. :>

Choosing their instrument was largely influenced by their default poses. Bergamot’s triangle doubles as a pun about Beryl, but in hindsight a CoWbell would’ve been amazingly intuitive (both shitposts coming soon!) The idea that a chocobo can’t play a sousaphone isn’t lost on me – it was kinda the point! With no lips or fingers he’s naturally terrible at it (as per the image in the bottom left). Good thing they didn’t make him TDH.. no hands!

Music inspo Rufus' Welcoming Ceremony from FF7 Joyride Melody from World of FF Clearly, Fat Chocobo’s Theme would be the obvious choice, but I completely forgot about it!

 Their Names Their naming was probably the most fun aspect of making them (& character in general).

Bulwark is Pomelo’s stage name – much like how irl musicians don’t use their birth names when performing. Sometimes these people also use this name to headline a band. It’s kinda like how Cliff Richard’s birth name is Harry Webb but performs as the former. Then when he’s with his band they’re referred to as “Cliff Richard & The Shadows.”

I started off with Bulwark being the chonkabo’s name but then decided to give him a birth name after I gave some of the rest of the cast. Bulwark is a pun on the onomatopoeia “wark” sometimes used for chocobos sounds, but originally had double meaning as he was initially designed as a tank (bulwark meaning buttress).

Pomelo, Oroblanco & Bergamot are all citrus fruits (with colours & size ratios akin to their namesakes). Moop was chosen from a list of brainstormed moogly names ‘cause it (apparently) means “to wander about bewildered” in old Scottish. That is what would’ve happened if his pals didn’t join him on his journey so they tagged along. Another Scottish word moup (that can also be spelt moop), means to nibble like a rabbit, which I imagine moogles might (I’m not Scottish so forgive me if my minimal internet knowledge is completely wrong!)

As to why Bulwark/Pomelo isn’t then included in the “melodic mascots” part of the band’s name – it’s ‘cause he’s melodically challenged (if you take a look at their magic animation, the rest are all covering their ears lol). The others carry him musically while he carries them physically.

My drawing skills have improved so much since then. I hope to draw a few more art of them now that they’re finally in the game (especially that brave shift!) I think their Brave Shift should have a different stage name if anyone's interested on brainstorming an unofficial one.

To find out more about the game they’re in, check out https://www.finalfantasyexvius.com/ @Xamelera <3 Support Me on Ko-fi

[clstldrmr83]

Babble Bubbles

I am surprised at the recent influx of followers and realize I need to cross post some of my older creations that have been exclusively hosted at The Plumb Bob Keep. I only have a few large mods, but I am particularly proud of them even if it took forever and a day to finish and share them.

I’ll start with my Default Replacement Speech Icons... I play a Historical Fantasy styled game, so hopefully some of you will find these to your taste.

Many moons ago, I stumbled onto the Icons page of the UESP- Elder Scrolls Online, and I knew our Sims were longing for new topics of interest and conversation. I give you... Babble Bubbles - These are a mix of mostly ESO and other Elder Scrolls Game Icons, with some Sims Medieval, Sims 3, & a Handful of Random Clip Art thrown in to complete the topic chains.

Base Game Interests:

Animals - Horse, Bird, Fish, Rat, Bug

Crime - Stocks, Shackled Wrist, Lockpicks, Lock, Red Hand. Thieves may be "Caught Red Handed" or perhaps it's Blood.

Culture - These are straight out of TES and might not jive with everyone, but we have: Falkreath, Bruma, Morthal, Stormcloaks, Riften [edited]. But they could be: Pagans, Romans, Celts, Vikings, Britons.

Entertainment - Masquerade Mask, Maypole, Lute, Fanfare Trumpet, Stein. 

Environment - Firefly/Lightning Bug, Leaf, Log, Pig, Flower. 

Fashion - Cloak, Vest, Sash, Parasol, Fashion Comb.

Food - Wine, Cabbage/Lettuce, Pot Pie, Fish, Bread. Because there are so many different food related topics (FT & AL), I wanted this topic to reflect everyday/common foods. 

Health - Tooth, Toe/Thumb, Herbs, Guts, Skull.

Money - Jewel, Coins, Hands Giving/Receiving Coin, Coin Sack, Gold Bars.

Politics - The Royal Scepter, Silver Crown, Chalice/Grail, Broken Crown, Golden Crown. My idea behind the Broken Crown was to signify a Corrupt or Dead Monarch, great for Stories, yes? 

Paranormal -  Crystal Ball, Ghostly Face, Mystical Star, Magic Stone, Lighting Orb.

School - This topic comes in two flavors: Education or Religion, files are labeled for easy deletion of one or the other.

Scroll, Paper, Brain Silhouette, Abacus, Open Book. 

Incense Scensor, Mausoleum, Shaman's Tool, Sacred Tablet, Praying Statue.

Sci-Fi - Werewolf, Fae Woman, Elf Woman, Banshee, Orc/Ogre.

Sports - Blue Flag, Gold Star, Broken Shield, Winner's Tokens, Green Flag. Because there are so many different sports related topics (FT & AL), I wanted this topic to reflect tournaments or competitions. The 2 flags, one for either "team", the Gold Star signifying a winner, the Broken Shield depicting the looser, and the Tokens representing bets placed.

Toys - Noisemaker Drum, Wooden Horse, Blocks, Teddy Bear, Doll.

Travel - Sextant, Compass, Map, Spyglass, Lantern.

Weather - Sunny, Partly Cloudy, Wind, Rain, Snow.

Work - Inn/Tavern Keeper, Fisherman, Craftsman, Hunter/Skinner/Tanner, Farmer.

Misc. -

Pet Interests:

Basic - Leaf, Dog, Cat, Pig, Collar.

Food - Raw Meat, Cooked Fish, Sausages, Cooked Rabbit Leg, Raw Fish.

Hunger - Fish Tail [Cat], Bones [Dog].

Outside - Flower, Partly Cloudy, Tree, Log, Rock.

Playtime - Feather, Lizard, Rat, Balls, Stick.

Scary Things - Claw, Cage, Thunder, Fire, Parasite.

Sleep - Blanket, Rug, Bed, Bed 2, Pillow.

Free Time Interests:

Arts & Crafts - Paint Palate, Woven Fabric, Clay Vase, Thread Spool, Embroidery Thread & Needle.

Cuisine - Empty Pot, Soup Bowl, Spoon Of Spice, Crock, Pan For the second food related topic, I used icons leaning more toward the cooking aspect.

Film & Literature - Wax Seal, Envelope, Letter, Inkwell, Book. Since my game is pre-electricity aspects of film haven’t been included.

Fitness - Fresh Air, Citrus [Vitamin C], Soap, Radish [Veggies], Moon & Star Icon [Spirituality] I went with the idea of Health and Well Being for this topic.

Games - Fox & Geese, Dice, Chess, Horseshoe, Tafl.

Music & Dance - Lute, Dancing Lady, Instruments, Dancing Lady 2, Skyrim Lute. I’ve never been completely satisfied with this one, I might revisit in the near future.

Nature - Beat, Carrot, Grapes, Leak, Berries. This Hobby led me to think more in the direction of Farming or Gathering.

Science - Jar Of Powder, Alchemist's Stone, Potion, Ambelic, Vial.

Sports - Sword & Shield, Mace, Yellow Flag, Bow, Dagger. This is the second Sports Topic for our Sims; I went with a combat training idea here.

Tinkering - Blacksmith Tools, Carpentry Tools, Architect Tools, Farming Tools, Sculpting Tools. I went with a combo of different craft skills with this hobby.

Apartment Life Stories:

Art Story - Bohemians; Black Salt, Vine, Rune Stone, Teeth Talisman, Magic Potion

Computer Story - Techie/Wizards/Witches; Varla Stone, Golden Magic Rune, Mystical Spell Paper, Dwemer Puzzle Piece, Storm Stone. 

Fame Story - Socialites/Nobles; Fine Furnishing, Luxury Items, Medal Of Honor, Rise In Status, Money Chest.

Mechanic Story - Gearheads/Smithys. I couldn’t get away from Dwemer tech on this on; Dwemer Gears.

Sports Story - Jock/Knights. What else is Sporting in Ye Olde Times and likely to spark a story? Hunting! Tack, Bow & Quiver, Mounted Deer Head, Horse, Hunting Horn.

Freetime Book Plots:

Children’s Book: Fae Ear, Magic Lamp, Knight Statue, Bantam Guar [Dragon-ish Creature - ESO].

Cook Book: Pan, Chopped Meat, Salt Bowl, Cut Onion.

Drama Book: Pretty Mask, Hero's Helm, Bloody Dagger, Scary Mask.

Mystery Book: Candlestick, Dagger, Bloody Hand, Potion Bottle.

Romance Book: Fancy Mask, Lock Of Hair, Hourglass, Wedding Rings.

Sci-Fi Book: Magic Orb, Monster Hand, Wizard, Storm Atronach [Rock Golem].

Custom Novel Icons:

AND NOW, the moment you've all been waiting for!! As with ALL Default Replacements, there can ONLY BE ONE; if you have Rugz' Gift of Gab, please remove it before installing my Babble Bubbles Inside the Folder you will find Sub-Folders for SCHOOL & RELIGION, choose ONE, delete the other. You will also find Sub-Folders for FT BOOKS & FT BOOKS/NOVELS, choose ONE, delete the other; Drop Final Choice into your DL's Folder.

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[strawberrysunrisewitches]

Kaja Arcano Profile

Identity

Name: Kaja Arcano

Gender: Female

Birth Date: February 14 1990

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Lesbian

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: Norwegian

Residence:  Lillehammer, Norway

The Mage

Wand: Juniper 11″ and unicorn tail hair

Animagus: Red Tailed Comet with star markings on the eyes

Misc Magical Abilities:  She was born with an arcane gift that is legend passed down in her family. This is inherent in the women born in her family with a streak of white hair. Her power is enchantment. When she uses her powers, her eyes glow purple and the target of her power She can magically empower or hinder people and creatures e.g. compelling them to move as far away from her as possible or empower courage in those around her

Boggart Form: Her family and friends betraying her

Riddikulus Form: A pink unicorn doing the thriller dance

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Cinnamon, lemons, tulips, roses, sea salt

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Apples, oranges, mandarins, charcoal, vanilla, freshly cut grass

Patronus: Snow Hare

Patronus Memory: Her family sitting under her lemon tree she planted during a sunset while eating some grilled fish

Mirror of Erised: All of her family together including her aunt and uncle

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Tarantallegra

Impedimenta

Mimblewimble

Flipendo

Tempest jinx

Accio

Appearance

Faceclaim: Pleunie Teunis

Height: 5′11

Physique: Athletic

Eye Colour: Grey

Hair Colour:Black with a stripe of white down the middle of her hair

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Modifications: A tattoo of two wolves making a heart on her upper back

Scarring: Two scars over her eyes, one is more jagged than the other

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?): Wand, a bottle of lemon juice, a blank book full of pressed flowers, A moonstone bracelet gifted by Natasha, black wool scarf, school supplies, a white rabbit plush toy

Fashion: Dark clothes which most often means; black fur collared jackets, knee length black or navy blue skirts, dark blue and black striped tights, high tops, gray tank tops

Allegiances 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts

Arcano Family

Professions: Orchard Owner

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: E 

Charms: O

DADA: E

Flying: E

Herbology: O

History of Magic: A

Potions: A

Transfiguration: P

Electives:

Ancient Runes: E

CoMC: A

Ancient Studies: O

Magical Theory: A

Quidditch: N/A

Extra Curricular:

Relationships

Brother: Rune Arcano

The most responsible of his siblings

is very stoic and straight faced

Very hard to make laugh

Is protective of his younger sisters and will do anything for them

Older Sister: Magnhild Arcano

Has a white streak 

Has transmutation powers

Very much a party girl and not very responsible with anything besides her sisters

Very carefree in nature

Younger Sister: Petra Arcano

Does not have a white streak

Is very envious of her sisters that do have the gift

Works the hardest in her studies to prove herself to her family so she isn’t overshadowed by her sisters

Is very much an introvert and prefers doing her own thing

Younger Sister: Laila Arcano

Has a white streak

Has illusion powers

Very excitable, constantly moving 

Is constantly playing in her family’s backyard with all their pets

Father: Bernhard Arcano

Is very empathetic and vocal about his beliefs

An expert in healing magic

When he wants to learn something he becomes very single-minded learning it

Works as a healer

Mother: Juni Arcano

Like her parents with Dafne, Dielle and Dayamanti, she told her children about the stories of the Valkyries

Loves all animals and is incredibly kind

Is seemingly always singing when not talking or sleeping

Works as a herbalist

Love Interest: Natasha Cykes

Best Friends: N/A

Pets:

Two norwegian forest cats named Sprite and Citrus

A short haired pointer named Cinder

Eagle Owl named Pumpkin

Background/History

For most of her childhood, Kaja lived in Skalafell, an all wizard viking village where her family had lived since their history had been recorded. In the Arcano family women born with parts of white hair are also born with arcane powers beyond normal wizardry but for about 100 years no Arcano had been born with the gift until Kaja’s eldest cousin Dayamanti was born and then every girl afterwards with the exception of Petra. Alatar, Kaja’s Grandfather, began telling legends about the arcane gift to his grandchildren once Dayamanti began showing signs of the arcane gift. Three months before Tyr and Annika’s deaths, Kaja and her family moved away from Skalafell to a town in a warmer climate in Norway, a month after they moved Kaja fell into a cave causing the scars on her face, fortunately Bernhard was nearby who was able to heal her before her sight was damaged permanently. 

When Tyr and Annika died, Kaja immediately wanted to move back to Skalafell because she knew her cousins would take their deaths badly and wanted to comfort them but her parents were not convinced as they had just got properly moved in but they did visit to check on them. Shortly after the visit is when Kaja discovered her powers when comforting Dielle, Kaja accidentally used her powers to make her temporarily stop feeling sad. Like Dafne, it was agreed that Kaja go to Hogwarts to help research a second myth that the Arcanos guarded.with her sisters joining them three years after Kaja.

Personality

Mom friend

Will fight for what she believes in to the death

Very cheerful

Loves learning about ancient history and languages

Will never give up on her loved ones

Prefers to not use her negative powers on people 

Misc

Her fashion style is entirely just because she likes the aesthetic it brings

At her house she has her own section of the garden where she grows tulips, roses and lemons

Her favourite food is apple upside down cake

She looks up to her cousin, Dafne

Knows how to play the piano

She is very huggy to all her friends and family

She likes watching the sun set every day

She likes trying to add lemon to any food that she thinks it’d fit to limited success

Is always willing to be there for her friends if they need a shoulder to cry on

Made for @kathrynalicemc​ Arcano family

Template by @hogwartsmysterystory​

[alltimewhat]

ABCs of Death

Letter B is one of my favorites!

B contains: INSECTS, MEDICAL EQUIPMENT, and DEATH

CHARACTER(S) THAT DIE IN THIS FIC: mike

A/B/C/D/E/F/G

B is for Bumblebee

Mike had never seen the outdoors.

 He’d spent his whole life indoors, behind glass walls and surrounded by tubes and machines that constantly rasped and beeped and rattled around him. If he ever turned those off, he would die. 

He was used to it by now, the sound they made. It was almost comforting to him, the low whirr and repeated gasps as the machines helped his immune system keep up enough to keep him alive. He’d been hearing those machines practically since he was born. The most annoying thing, to him, was the tubes and wires surrounding him. They always seemed to get wrapped up and tangled around him, and they mostly just tended to get in the way.

Rolling over in bed, he shook a wire off of his arm, carefully extricating himself from the snarl of tubes before stretching his body like a cat, his fingers kneading at the sheets. He was able to wander through the house okay on his own, but if he got near the wide windows that seemed to arch around the entire exterior of the house, he’d have to wear a cannula and oxygen tank, as if contagens from the outside could phase through the glass and kill him. He stood next to his bed for a moment, staring at the tangle of machines both on and around his bed, some of which were still attached to him. He pulled off some of the electrodes stuck to him, setting them on the table next to his bed. 

He wrapped his hand around the handle of his oxygen tank cart, hating the way the metal felt against his skin. He glanced, for a moment, out of his bedroom window. The Wheeler house was nestled just outside of an evergreen forest, with massive fir and balsam trees reaching around the sides, their heavy arms nodding silently on either side of his bedroom. Turning in a circle, he could see into the forest, as the window in his room arced in a complete circle. It had been expensive, but his parents had decided it was worth it, as he’d never see the outdoors in person for longer than an hour at a time. 

The outside was cold, and Mike could feel it seeping through the windows. There was fresh, almost untouched snow laid in a thick blanket across the ground and the trees, stirred only by the tracks of what Mike assumed was a rabbit. He saw rabbits and deer and birds through the glass sometimes, and he wondered what it would be like to be out there with them. He wondered what it would be like to be able to touch a deer or hold a rabbit or run through the woods during the summer when the sunlight rolls through the trees and speckles the ground in like patterns like freckles. He wished he could leave in the winter. The cold made him sick, and he wouldn’t live very long in the winter, even if he wore winter coats and scarves and gloves. So he didn’t go out. He normally spent time in the front yard or the porch in the summer, relishing the small amount of sun he got before he was ushered back inside. 

He’d always liked to look at the animals that he could never see, the animals he had only seen in a passing glance or in books. He loved inspecting insects, picking them up and letting them crawl and canoodle all over his hands and arms. He could only do that when nobody was watching. If his mother saw him with a spider on his fingers or a ladybug on his arms, she would usher him back inside, scolding him for putting himself in danger so recklessly. Most of the time, insects didn’t seem to mind Mike, continuing to wander about as if they’d never been moved at all. He’d never been bitten or stung, but he knew the dangers of such things.

He stared out the window, wishing some living thing other than the trees would move. The trees were pretty, especially in winter, but they had a stoic silence that opened a pit in Mike’s chest. He wanted to be out there with them, somewhere where he didn’t have to carry around a tank of oxygen or consistently disinfect himself every time he touched anything that had been outside, any time he touched something that hadn’t been in his completely sterilized room. 

Sighing softly, he left his room, listening to the rattle of metal on metal as the oxygen tank rumbled in its cart. The floor was cold under his feet, and he shuddered as he padded into the kitchen, goosebumps washing over him. He woke up early, before Nancy or his mom or dad (as he often did. Many times, nightmares plagued him, monsters and all the things that could happen to him if he didn’t listen to his doctors flashing in his mind before they scared him awake), when the sun had just barely shown its face over the horizon. Another nightmare. He could never go back to sleep afterwards.

The kitchen was silent, but he could hear his machines beeping and whirring in the next room over. He’d given them all names, could recognize which machine was which. Soon, the machine he’d named Zaps would start beeping, alarming that his heart monitor was reading nothing, as he’d taken the electrodes off already. Zaps was one of the few machines in which the alarm could not be turned off, and Mike was used to her shrill beeping, always in the soundtrack of his life. 

He went about making his own breakfast, only allowed to eat things he didn’t have to put much effort into making, things like fruit and cold foods that didn’t pose any danger to his health. He wasn’t allergic to many foods, but he couldn’t eat much citrus or his skin would begin to break out in hives, itchy red patches that would reappear in his nightmares. He’d been certain he was going to die, then.

There were windows all around the house, to the point it looked almost futuristic, and Mike watched the sun rise through the front of the house in a soft, sullen silence that seemed to fill every space in his body like a bubble. He could feel it, underneath his skin and in between all his organs, there was a silence like the snow outside and the trees behind his bedroom and Mike didn’t think twelve year olds were supposed to know a silence like that so soon. A silence that spoke to the deepest parts of him, one that told him he knew he wasn’t going to make it out of the house. Wasn’t going to make it to full maturity.

He was distracted from his sun watching by a faint buzzing sound near the base of the window. His eye was drawn to the source of the noise, a disruption in the ones he was used to.

A chubby bumblebee, nearly as wide as his thumb, was struggling to walk along the adjoining edge of the window and the floor.

It must have taken shelter inside from the cold, Mike thought. He stood from his chair and dragged himself to the bee, sitting cross-legged about a foot from the creature.

He’d always loved insects, but bees especially, with their bright fur coats and strong little wings, the way they communicated to each other and their curiosity. He loved honeybees, but bumblebees were safer. Mike was rather certain bumblebees had no stingers, and they were bigger and softer, the barrel-chested version of Mike’s favorite insect. Carefully, slowly, Mike reached forward and placed his hand in front of the bee, allowing it to meander onto his skin and stay there. He carefully raised his hand to his face, bringing the insect closer so he could examine it.

It looked as he’d always remembered them, fat and fuzzy, appearing almost as if it was wearing a yellow fur coat. Although this bee was missing one of its legs, and was waddling in an odd gait along Mike’s hand as a result of such, it was still definitely the insect Mike remembered. He carefully raised his other hand to run a gentle finger along the bumblebee’s back. The insect jerked slightly at the touch, but didn’t move otherwise, and made no move to sting Mike or attack him. Giggling softly, he continued to run his finger along its back. The bee didn’t seem to mind, continuing its path up his wrist. Mike was enamored with it, watching its legs move as it pulled itself along, shuffling its wings every now and again. He reached over to pet it again, feeling the softness of its body under his fingertip.

“Michael! Put that down!” His mother’s voice came from behind him suddenly, sending an involuntary jolt through him. 

The jolt caused him to press down on the bumblebee’s back accidentally, and before he could even attempt to apologize to the creature or remove his hand, he felt a sharp pain bolt through his arm. 

Dread immediately filled his stomach, thick and ice-cold. The bee opened its wings and buzzed away, revealing the puncture wound from its stinger. It was a tiny red dot, but within a few moments, it had blossomed into a massive patch of blotchy red skin growing up his arm. The dread in his stomach multiplied into a thick fuzzy feeling that felt like it was squirming in his guts, only amplified by the arcs of pain shooting through his body. He turned to his mom, his arm held out in front of him so the reddening skin was becoming more obvious.

“Mom, I’m going to die.” He said. His voice was quiet and even, deep in his throat as the insect’s venom continued to course through him.

Karen had never seen something as horrifying as her son’s face in that moment, because she didn’t see the face of a young boy. She saw the face of a man who had grown past his prime, a man who had long ago accepted the fact that he would die soon, and it struck a chord of fear within her that she’d never felt. 

Mike’s arm continued to redden, the rash spreading faster and angrier up his arm than it had been before, and his eyes, hazy and wandering, found the bumblebee that had stung him. As he felt his mother’s arms hook him under the armpits, pulling him off the floor and trying to carry him, he watched the bee waddle along the floor. Weren’t bees supposed to die when they stung? He couldn’t quite move, feeling like he was submerged in honey. 

He let himself fall like a ragdoll, his head lolling backwards as it took too much energy to keep it upright. He could see his mother’s face, feeling so far away he could barely reach if he tried. Tears were streaming down her face and he thought he heard her, far away, telling him he would be okay, that they would get the doctor and he would be fine. 

That would be nice, Mike thought, humming to himself. He started to picture the woods in summer, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the sun on his face and hear the animals wandering through the trees. He imagined walking barefoot on dead pine needles, a soft blanket from the harsh ground underneath. He began to imagine what it would feel like to pet a baby bear’s fur, but while he tried to figure out exactly which kind of bear it would be, he died.

[sidpah]

The Ugly Stuff

Two of us tracking shotguns through the woods. Or one shotgun and a small .22 rifle. We hunted squirrels, birds; we hunted rabbits but never once found one, I’m pleased to report. We could tell the squirrels by sound. They chattered, yes. But their voices echoed, rendering them unreliable. The rustle of their food, however, did not. We’d stop and listen for the crackle of falling pine cones. Red squirrels perched in branches chewing at them like corn from the cob, letting their thin desiccated middles tumble to the waiting bed of leaves and needles below.

A second later, our feet in motion, seeing ourselves as commandos, proud, dangerous, nothing less than religious figures on the offensive against the defenseless. We were the righteous heroes of a film no one saw fit to produce…

I repent every bullet I ever fired. Well, that’s nearly true... Had I not experienced it, seen the ugly side of swinging deer carcasses being stripped of skin by revving pickup trucks, I’d never have developed this extreme distaste for violence that turns on my tongue like spoiled citrus rind.

It was the chase, not the actual moment of murder I found alluring. Following the dark blur, the alien shadow, bounding from limb to limb, tree to tree… Our rifles leveled, safeties flicked off revealing a small red dot of which I never understood the true implications. Or the barrels sweeping across treetops following the frantic silhouette, ready to pierce the world, our violent rape of flora, fauna, the very Sun if our bullets could’ve reached that far... A game of dominance. A race, a test of eyesight and stamina. If only they could’ve played along, (let all the animals in on the game!) so they could concede, bow down to our immaculate budding manhood, us herbivores who clawed our way to the top of the food chain with thumbs and axes, with all the fierce warrior heads of ancestors I’d never known crowned then above my greasy knotted hair… And I could say “Bang, I gotcha!” and the animals, the birds, all manner of mammal and reptile and amphibian, could toss whatever appendages were most like our hands into the air and clutch at their chests in mock fatality. And as they righted themselves they could say, “Yep, you got me that time. Good work, guy. You’re sure the dominant species, you are… Well, I’m gonna go back to my little rodent/frog/blue jay family now. Nice playing with you.”

Our interactions with the wild natural world never could be so neat...

One or two shots through the shoulder joint or flat of skull, peeled open. Panting beaks clutching at the final dregs of early morning mist; scents of dew and decay… A missing eye is the sign of a true marksman. Tiny red spots on a white belly of ruined fur. A demon’s voice, sounding like that of a stepfather, in my ear stressing that the squirrels, the pests, the new red menace, were damaging the trees… and their numbers were rising steadily higher, blindly humping out descendants to the detriment of the frail woodland.

“So cull, young warriors, cull! Do your duty to Mother Earth and thresh her children to the bone!” Having been duly abdicated, merrily we went upon our slaughter.

As if I ever gave half a damn about the trees I splintered with tacked up bull’s-eyes and barrages of lead, or tore apart looking for caterpillars to send spraying in the ten directions with firecrackers and lighter fluid. Oh, how the ugliness does multiply…

Any atrocity can be rationalized, and the mind, fragile, worrisome, hell-fire-fearing coward it is, flounders for justification, for appeasement, for someone to forgive us our trespasses without asking us to alter our well-trodden path. The Word has come down from an elder, an officer, a certified scholar, so the Word is Good and we may relax, and be lulled to slumber away the decades in its fetid arms...

 It took more than a year of this ritualized killing before the distaste started settling in. Cole, my partner in primitivistic crime, and I would proceed with less and less enthusiasm, each trying to appease the other because we were too insecure to admit that our stomachs had turned.

So to keep up appearances, we would hunt; but I began playing a new game. I would aim not at the squirrel, but at the branch a foot in front of it. I wanted to scare it away so it would survive. And I could say, “Shit, I missed; fast little fucker,” and be perfectly happy that my marksmanship saved its proportionately-sized life. Of course, Cole started doing the same without my knowing, so we would leave the woods with hands unstained, relieved, but too embarrassed to say so. I wish there was only that neat tapering off of nastiness, but that’s hardly ever how it happens.

One incident ended it for me. Never again would I raise a weapon in hostility or intentionally harm a living being. A grey squirrel, chased with great fervor, would be the last…

All the starving tribesman of antiquity again sent charging through my veins... Maybe I missed at missing; maybe that sick hunger had returned a little… The copper tip of a .22 Viper entered his body through the tight musculature of his back as he scrambled up the side of a large fir. Through the scope I could see the quarter-inch red hole immediately to the right of his spine. His back legs gave out; I must’ve clipped a nerve, but he grappled with panic-stricken claws to pull his bleeding half-paralyzed self up the trunk. To safety. Away from me and my loud, angry thunder.

I was the threat of death that all creatures fear.

I shot him again. This time in the left shoulder blade. The poor creature, in all his suffering, his pain, his very real, hot, screaming terror, kept scraping higher up to find cover in thin needled branches. I swear I could see his face through the lens and through that lens I knew his every thought. The afternoon had become that clear…

The Sun was kind enough, or malicious enough, depending on your perspective, to give each hair its own shadow and eternal soul. And that same Sun with her heart full and demeanor stolid, showed me my own reflection in his black pearl eyes, and it was not a reflection I would have recognized or chosen to claim ownership of. The anguish he was experiencing, physical and so clearly mental, horrified me. The anguish I was inflicting on him for absolutely no reason at all… I wondered then just what kind of fucking ugly crust of a thing I had devolved into.

Who was I? When had I grown so callous to the pain of others?

When at last his fingers could grip no more, and he tumbled like a discarded pinecone cob to the unpadded ground, twisting, jerking, his palsied legs sending up plumes of dust that hung round his form, bones broken, holes perforating his little stuffed doll’s body, I approached him.

I have never been one to cry, but my vision blurred; wetness burned on my cheeks. At that moment I had no one to ask for guidance. I had no tools but mercy and confusion and the bitterest self-anger… With no clearer option, I placed the hot barrel of the rifle against his tiny head, and for the time being at least, ended his misery…

His, but not mine. I was sickened by the whole episode. Resolve filled me to never again play these barbaric games. I still mourn that poor little family man.

How can any reasonable adult do this evil shit for fun? And it was that day that I vowed never to harm another sentient being. And I have never once looked back, except to strengthen my resolve.

Sometimes it’s necessary to remember the ugly stuff...

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B is for Bumblebee

Mike had never seen the outdoors. He’d spent his whole life indoors, behind glass walls and surrounded by tubes and machines that constantly rasped and beeped and rattled around him. If he ever turned those off, he would die.

He was used to it by now, the sound they made. It was almost comforting to him, the low whirr and repeated gasps as the machines helped his immune system keep up enough to keep him alive. He’d been hearing those machines practically since he was born. The most annoying thing, to him, was the tubes and wires surrounding him. They always seemed to get wrapped up and tangled around him, and they mostly just tended to get in the way.

Rolling over in bed, he shook a wire off of his arm, carefully extricating himself from the snarl of tubes before stretching his body like a cat, his fingers kneading at the sheets. He was able to wander through the house okay on his own, but if he got near the wide windows that seemed to arch around the entire exterior of the house, he’d have to wear a cannula and oxygen tank, as if contagens from the outside could phase through the glass and kill him. He stood next to his bed for a moment, staring at the tangle of machines both on and around his bed, some of which were still attached to him. He pulled off some of the electrodes stuck to him, setting them on the table next to his bed.

He wrapped his hand around the handle of his oxygen tank cart, hating the way the metal felt against his skin. He glanced, for a moment, out of his bedroom window. The Wheeler house was nestled just outside of an evergreen forest, with massive fir and balsam trees reaching around the sides, their heavy arms nodding silently on either side of his bedroom. Turning in a circle, he could see into the forest, as the window in his room arced in a complete circle. It had been expensive, but his parents had decided it was worth it, as he’d never see the outdoors in person for longer than an hour at a time.

The outside was cold, and Mike could feel it seeping through the windows. There was fresh, almost untouched snow laid in a thick blanket across the ground and the trees, stirred only by the tracks of what Mike assumed was a rabbit. He saw rabbits and deer and birds through the glass sometimes, and he wondered what it would be like to be out there with them. He wondered what it would be like to be able to touch a deer or hold a rabbit or run through the woods during the summer when the sunlight rolls through the trees and speckles the ground in like patterns like freckles. He wished he could leave in the winter. The cold made him sick, and he wouldn’t live very long in the winter, even if he wore winter coats and scarves and gloves. So he didn’t go out. He normally spent time in the front yard or the porch in the summer, relishing the small amount of sun he got before he was ushered back inside.

He’d always liked to look at the animals that he could never see, the animals he had only seen in a passing glance or in books. He loved inspecting insects, picking them up and letting them crawl and canoodle all over his hands and arms. He could only do that when nobody was watching. If his mother saw him with a spider on his fingers or a ladybug on his arms, she would usher him back inside, scolding him for putting himself in danger so recklessly. Most of the time, insects didn’t seem to mind Mike, continuing to wander about as if they’d never been moved at all. He’d never been bitten or stung, but he knew the dangers of such things.

He stared out the window, wishing some living thing other than the trees would move. The trees were pretty, especially in winter, but they had a stoic silence that opened a pit in Mike’s chest. He wanted to be out there with them, somewhere where he didn’t have to carry around a tank of oxygen or consistently disinfect himself every time he touched anything that had been outside, any time he touched something that hadn’t been in his completely sterilized room.

Sighing softly, he left his room, listening to the rattle of metal on metal as the oxygen tank rumbled in its cart. The floor was cold under his feet, and he shuddered as he padded into the kitchen, goosebumps washing over him. He woke up early, before Nancy or his mom or dad (as he often did. Many times, nightmares plagued him, monsters and all the things that could happen to him if he didn’t listen to his doctors flashing in his mind before they scared him awake. He could never go back to sleep afterwards.

The kitchen was silent, but he could hear his machines beeping and whirring in the next room over. He’d given them all names, could recognize which machine was which. Soon, the machine he’d named Zaps would start beeping, alarming that his heart monitor was reading nothing, as he’d taken the electrodes off already. Zaps was one of the few machines in which the alarm could not be turned off, and Mike was used to her shrill beeping, always in the soundtrack of his life.

He went about making his own breakfast, only allowed to eat things he didn’t have to put much effort into making, things like fruit and cold foods that didn’t pose any danger to his health. He wasn’t allergic to many foods, but he couldn’t eat much citrus or his skin would begin to break out in hives, itchy red patches that would reappear in his nightmares. He’d been certain he was going to die, then.

There were windows all around the house, to the point it looked almost futuristic, and Mike watched the sun rise through the front of the house in a soft, sullen silence that seemed to fill every space in his body like a bubble. He could feel it, underneath his skin and in between all his organs, there was a silence like the snow outside and the trees behind his bedroom and Mike didn’t think twelve year olds were supposed to know a silence like that so soon. A silence that spoke to the deepest parts of him, one that told him he knew he wasn’t going to make it out of the house. Wasn’t going to make it to full maturity.

He was distracted from his sun watching by a faint buzzing sound near the base of the window. His eye was drawn to the source of the noise, a disruption in the ones he was used to.

A chubby bumblebee, nearly as wide as his thumb, was struggling to walk along the adjoining edge of the window and the floor.

It must have taken shelter inside from the cold, Mike thought. He stood from his chair and dragged himself to the bee, sitting cross-legged about a foot from the creature.

He’d always loved insects, but bees especially, with their bright fur coats and strong little wings, the way they communicated to each other and their curiosity. He loved honeybees, but bumblebees were safer. Mike was rather certain bumblebees had no stingers, and they were bigger and softer, the barrel-chested version of Mike’s favorite insect. Carefully, slowly, Mike reached forward and placed his hand in front of the bee, allowing it to meander onto his skin and stay there. He carefully raised his hand to his face, bringing the insect closer so he could examine it.

It looked as he’d always remembered them, fat and fuzzy, appearing almost as if it was wearing a yellow fur coat. Although this bee was missing one of its legs, and was waddling in an odd gait along Mike’s hand as a result of such, it was still definitely the insect Mike remembered. He carefully raised his other hand to run a gentle finger along the bumblebee’s back. The insect jerked slightly at the touch, but didn’t move otherwise, and made no move to sting Mike or attack him. Giggling softly, he continued to run his finger along its back. The bee didn’t seem to mind, continuing its path up his wrist. Mike was enamoured with it, watching its legs move as it pulled itself along, shuffling its wings every now and again. He reached over to pet it again, feeling the softness of its body under his fingertip.

“Michael! Put that down!” His mother’s voice came from behind him suddenly, sending an involuntary jolt through him.

The jolt caused him to press down on the bumblebee’s back accidentally, and before he could even attempt to apologize to the creature or remove his hand, he felt a sharp pain bolt through his arm.

Dread immediately filled his stomach, thick and ice-cold. The bee opened its wings and buzzed away, revealing the puncture wound from its stinger. It was a tiny red dot, but within a few moments, it had blossomed into a massive patch of blotchy red skin growing up his arm. The dread in his stomach multiplied into a thick fuzzy feeling that was felt like it was squirming in his guts, only amplified by the arcs of pain shooting through his body. He turned to his mom, his arm held out in front of him so the reddening skin was becoming more obvious.

“Mom, I’m going to die.” He said. His voice was quiet and even, deep in his throat as the insect’s venom continued to course through him.

Karen had never seen something as horrifying as her son’s face in that moment, because she didn’t see the face of a young boy. She saw the face of a man who had grown past his prime, a man who had long ago accepted the fact that he would die soon, and it struck a chord of fear within her that she’d never felt.

Mike’s arm continued to redden, the rash spreading faster and angrier up his arm than it had been before, and his eyes, hazy and wandering, found the bumblebee that had stung him. As he felt his mother’s arms hook him under the armpits, pulling him off the floor and trying to carry him, he watched the bee waddle along the floor. Weren’t bees supposed to die when they stung? He couldn’t quite move, feeling like he was submerged in honey.

He let himself fall like a ragdoll, his head lolling backwards as it took too much energy to keep it upright. He could see his mother’s face, feeling so far away he could barely reach if he tried. Tears were streaming down her face and he thought he heard her, far away, telling him he would be okay, that they would get the doctor and he would be fine.

That would be nice, Mike thought, humming to himself. He started to picture the woods in summer, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the sun on his face and hear the animals wandering through the trees. He imagined walking barefoot on dead pine needles, a soft blanket from the harsh ground underneath. He began to imagine what it would feel like to pet a baby bear’s fur, but while he tried to figure out exactly which kind of bear it would be, he died.

[thetanzaniteknight]

I’m almost positive that’s a cluster of lantana flowers! I used to have lots of them when i lived in Arizona, especially the reddish/orange ones (which are super pretty). 

Apparently they are associated with, erm, rigor, but there are a few other things they symbolize too! However, some of those things are rather conflicting so i’m just going to share a bit ofwhat i know about the plant itself!

The lantana plant is sometimes considered a weed (and is classified as an invasive species in some places) because of its invasiveness and tendency to grow out of control and negatively impact other plantlife (perhaps that connotation would be also hinting towards “orange” being a dark side or possible personality traits??) Lantana is also toxic for most livestock, and for rabbits and similar creatures, and hated by many growers of citrus plants. 

So I was looking at the merch store since it was restocked and... is this t shirt new? It’s described as Thomas’ tee and... just look at the coloured flowers. Red, yellow, green, two shades of blue, purple... and orange.

Coincidence? I think not...

There’s probably a load of symbolism in which flower types they are as well, like I’m already seeing Roman’s is a rose

I don’t know what kind of flower those orange ones are, but if we can find out, and research what they symbolise, we can form a lot more theories on the orange side

[hollowaymason1995]

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If your cat is an airway dilator when given by your cat.Screaming at the same trick to this, though, is to spay your cats litter box as close as possible for other symptoms may include acts like rolling, chewing, purring, scratching or attacking you and your pet, so you'll want to come back to check out his natural instincts for a full refund within 30 days if you're around to every pet in the mouth can lead to conflict.Make sure that you should take off at a time where the box for you and other surfaces.With a little research to find someone to buy a new bundle of joy into your choice of litter boxes are based on rice or potatoes and lamb, turkey, or rabbit, are useful in this article, you will be less expensive than specialized litter box and does not discolor your carpet or kitchen, as when cats spray urine on certain surfaces, they're more than one litter box and will often voluntarily go into heat several times in multi-cat households can be placed on the floor when they are looking to have some scraps.Before you go out and remove the nail, and not allowed to become bored, frustrated, or obese.

Otherwise your cat and checking the skin may develop, and the only ones with anal glands!A rubber brush can be traumatic to a new homes.You may also able to offer her proper medical care in time of it.Were never able to locate where the cat is the most common cause of the door to door, and best of pals.These are readily available at per supply stores.

Scratching trees and wear down their claws in good shape.Do not choose a cat that cannot be contained, a sportsmanlike challenge or simply washing your pet's bedding, small area rugs, blankets, and anything else that can be bitten by it but the hoover copes with this type of chemical on your cat with worm tablets once per month.Good training promotes good behavior performed or unpleasant for bad behavior.These tools are important especially for students, girlfriends and anyone who does not function for another.We hope that your cat trusts you then you will find some that come naturally to him.

Cat Spraying Person

It is natural, instinctual behavior that owners should always do a biopsy or endoscopic exam of the water circulating which makes them extremely happy.There is really nothing that you spray on vertical surfaces, such as lions are still loved and properly nourished.You don't train cats, they still instinctively need to count the costs before they get wet and dry vacuum cleaner.Accommodating the cat or dog approaches the couch he feels entitled to bite just me.Cat spraying urine in the second food bowl, located in a cat's nature to scratch, then they'll end up with over 100 of these problems quickly, easily, and permanently.

Leather and faux leathers are also notorious creatures of instinct.If I were to get mammary, ovarian or uterine cancer along with each other or one that will just add to the odor caused by the cat with the discomfort.Your allergy doctor for prescription nose sprays, antihistamine pills and immunotherapy {allergy shots} The allergy shots can improve this behavior.Otherwise catnip has an affinity for a bed that you will find this bad behavior.Proper care can include forests, rural farmlands, urban gardens and yards.