#rattling

[ahungeringknife]

Just as a reminder you can write entire pieces of JUST exploratory and speculation for your own WIP or story and they don't have to go anywhere. You are not beholden to a character arc or a rising and falling action with a conclusion. Sometimes you just wanna write a side scene with some characters doing some things. Or you need to just need to write what would amount to an academic paper about a certain landscape in your story. Like that's also fine.

Also these things don't need endings. When you finish them they're done. Even if it's in the 'middle' of something. You got out the part you wanted and now you're done and you satisfied the plot bunny demanding blood sacrifice of you writing that specific scene right now. Congrats you're done now.

Don't let the editor in your mind steal your joy of writing your silly little story. The mind editor is the thief of joy.

[pizzascare]

Do you think he ate it

[dadmareau]

Child dream exist

Adult nightmare: so you have chosen all my love and affection

[versus-written]

@madeofthreads | X

Viktor stayed quiet and still when the homeowner arrived. Running away made no sense, he was a cripple and thus slow. And... he did not want to run away.

This certainly was not the first time Viktor had broken into the apartment of an Academy student. Far from it. It had become his new hobby - after the Academy had banished him from their grounds for sneaking himself into the body of students.

Stuck-up bastards had not even cared for the fact that he had outdone all the others.

But his face was known there now. So the students' aoartments were the next best thing. Stealing a book and a stack of notes here and there, no one noticed. All of the aoartments had been the same chaotic luxury brat den... all but this.

This here... was a miracle.

Viktor had spent the good part of his afternoon here. And now finally the student that fascinated him so had arrived.

A trained, handsome man - looked almost too good to be this smart. About his own age.

Viktor eyed him up and down, as if he was the one allowed to judge the other here.

The little glowing crystal in his hand - he held it up as if he wanted to ask 'this?' - and then let it play through his fingers like a coin.

"What are you doing here?", he asked then with a nod of his chin towards the chalkboard covered in miracle calculations and notes.

[phobiato2]

Vermintide 2 vs is so fun, I decided to kitbash a warpfire and rattling based on the premium cosmetics.

The tricky part will be making it so they can swap from small bases to propper weapons team bases.

[grimseverity]

Nothing better than a sweet burn for psychic damage xD

[play-my-game]

[kaahmbem]

[xazz]

you ever think about the fact that Hunters probably just do standing front flips for fun/when they're bored?

Gotta wait while their Warlock friend is doing something at the Vault and is INCAPABLE of standing still. Warlock nearly gives themselves whiplash when out of nowhere the Hunter does a full standing front flip just because if they don't move they'll just DIE. They don't even mention that it's weird. Yeah man I just did a flip? That's not weird. It's just a flip man be fucking cool.

Hunters also incapable of sitting on chairs properly. Not in a gay/bi way but just... why sit on seat when you can sit on the back and put feet on seat? Or always leaning back on 1-2 legs. Or sitting cross-legged on a chair you 1000% were not supposed to be able to sit cross legged on. And regardless of gender ever Hunter 'manspreads', legs open, taking up as much space as humanly possible, attention whore behavior.

[miscellaneous--bones]

Going through a bout of art block right now I think and I really don't wanna force things just so I have something to post, but I am alive! Reminder to follow my garbage blog @scribbled--texts to hear from me directly and my reblog dump @stitched--skins for some blog filler from yours truly <3

[ahungeringknife]

I still am not over Calus in LF. The empty chalice he holds onto the entire time. He has everything he wanted. He is Emperor again. He has power. He has authority. His every command is obeyed. His ever whim is tended to. Any game or plaything he wants is at his disposal.

But it is a hollow victory for Calus. His cup does not runneth over. It is barren. For all the gold and opulence he has nothing. He is nothing. He has won but he has no one to share it with. There is no grand parties. No banquets in his name.

His Shadow Legion stand or prostrate in silence. They are clones who know only warfare. They do not know culture or substance or how to celebrate. They are husks. The Tormentors sent by the Witness are likewise silent monoliths. They do not speak in a way Calus can understand. They only stand by his throne, tethering him to the Witness as his 'guards'.

Calus 'won' in his own eyes but there are no banquets, there is no wine. His chalice is empty and will be forever until the same rage that took him to destroy himself in the first place takes him again. He crushes the chalice but it doesn't matter. He will always have that emptiness inside of him.

And then we kill him because we are supported by our allies, and he has nothing, and no one.

[pizzascare]

Pepperman is scared of bugs because he thinks they'll eat him

[dadmareau]

what does a regular day look like for nightmare and dream?

(This is at the end of the development, so they’re all very comfortable with one another.)

Dadmare spends the nights watching over the child and the Tree, to ward off any adversaries. Moonbeam can stay up with him and help watch-they usually just read in silence together or whisper talk about whatever.

Dadmare gets up an hour before dawn to cook breakfast. Sunbeam is allowed to sleep in until he's done cooking, to which Dadmare will softly pat him awake. If he had a long day, Sunbeam will be carried to the dinner table bundled in his blanket. Moonbeam will also be patted awake, if he decided to sleep at the same time as Sunbeam.

They finish clean up together (dish washing train) and the kids go outside to play.

Usually Dadmare gets dragged into it-he doesn’t have the energy to be running around this early, so he’ll just sit on the patio steps and let them do whatever they like. So long as it doesn’t involve him moving that much.

By now, the sun has come up, so there’s a trail of villagers that come up and ask for help w a task or to take a golden apple. They have to look Dadmare dead in the eye and ask if his son can help them. He will often say no, unless Sunbeam asks to go and it’s nothing too strenuous.

In that case, Sunbeam is accompanied by his brother and father. He’s rarely on his own, and Moonbeam gets the protection of having his looming father to ward off any glares or nasty comments. They’re very safe.

It is worrisome to leave the Tree on its own, which is why Dadmare is keeping an eye on it and the people in the village. He uses his senses to keep note of anyone coming or going. Kind of like a sheep dog.

If the kids seem like they’ll be okay on their own, Dadmare will probably leave to monitor the apples and guard them. Both of them have pieces of his magic that allow him to reach them very quickly.

They usually come home from their merriment before dusk. If they don’t, Dadmare will come to the edge of the village and wait for them to walk them home. Probably monitoring their signatures the whole time.

When they return, he makes them go change out their day clothes and into more comfortable loungewear. When everyone is clean and dressed, then they have dinner together.

After that, the kids play some more or have games with Dadmare, unless he’s busy with something in his study. He has sewing projects of clothes for them or for orders through the village.

Once everyone is tired, they go to the shared bedroom and get ready for bed. Dadmare gives them bedtime stories (or Moonbeam gets to read one) and they knock out.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

A minute later a carriage and engine could be seen flying along the open curve which leads to the station. We had hardly time to take our place behind a pile of luggage when it passed with a rattle and a roar, beating a blast of hot air into our faces.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[daisydoox0-blog]

This startled Timber Rattler gave me quite a rattle concert😅

[jester-rat]

Ya Boy's also on Threads now :•)