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[habatour20]

Available at our agiosaki.redbubble.com and society6.com/agiosaki onlinestores. Link in bio. A different #tsirt, decorated with an #artistic #illustrationdesign, featuring that the #sadness #facemask keeps away your #tears, is now available to you. Feel free to request it from our onlinestores. #followusnow @habatour20. Click on the link in bio for more designs and variations in different products, or dm to me for any questions and orders. #sadnessmask #sadwoman #sadwomen #redfacemask #redmask #redmasks #keepaway #keepawayfromme #illustrationdesigns #designillustration #designillustrations #illustrationartistsofinstagram #illustratorofinstagram #artisticdesign #artisticdesigns #tearsdryontheirown #tearsforfears #tearsinheaven #tshirtsonline #tshirtdesigns #tshirtsclub #tshirtshops #tshirtshoponline https://www.instagram.com/p/CpzbR2dDUl4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ahollowgrave]

Thinking about Odette's WoL AU and Prudence's Scion AU and I'm just --

They meet each other for the first time in Ishgard, ofc, when Odette as the Warrior of Light arrives.

Torn between Prudence inserting herself in the storyline from the start as a very obvious spy (for hilda though she's not named until much later). OR!! They don't meet until the Vault, when Prudence joins the group leading the charge there per Hilda's request.

Regardless of how they are introduced it does not go well. Prudence is Like That and Odette is too worried about Minfilia and the others to really care or stand up to her. Not to mention Odette very much meets people were they are -- which isn't to say she should let Prudence bully her, but it's complicated and she knows a wall when she sees one. Either way, Prudence is injured in a bad way at the Vault. As Odette finishes out Heavensward Prudence recovers. She decides she needs out of the city, out of Ishgard ASAP. Basically forces Odette to let her join up. If not as a Scion official, as Odette's retainer. Odette is a known grumpy person lover so I think she would eventually win Prudence over, but it is an uphill battle. I think the thing that helps the most is Alisaie's mutual friendship with both. They form a pretty tight knit little gang with three of them. Sometimes Lyse, sometimes Y'shtola, sometimes all of them causing mayhem (moving Urianger's bookmarks, stealing Thancred's shoelaces, going on missions together where nothing goes to plan but it somehow works out. normal stuff!) But the main trio is Odette/Pru/Alisaie post HW. Stormblood is hard for Odette AND Prudence. Odette, hit with the heavy loss of her first true love in Minfilia, knowing there is no real blame except on the Ascian's which is a convenient foe to hate through Stormblood. Prudence, meanwhile, is struggling to adjust to a new life and a suddenly MUCH BIGGER world while also coping with the constant reminder that she is but a mortal soul in a fragile body of flesh and bone. Odette has 100% given her a safe sex talk (probably while blushing furiously but sex health is important) and buys Prudence a costco sized container of dental dams and condoms, I'm certain. Anytime Odette tries to give Prudence the safe combat talk it goes poorly, though. And the build up to Shadowbringers!? Which sparked this whole thing!? Alisaie begging Odette and Prudence not to leave her too! Her soul getting hoovered up at the end of the ghimlyt dark, reaching desperately for Odette!!!! AHHHHHHH the way pru and Odette can but look at each other over her fallen form. Winners of the day but with only the recent losses on their minds. And then the voice comes again and Prudence drops too.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Broken Bundles (short story)

Previous: https://www.tumblr.com/residents-of-the-darkforest/731013518657191937/the-sick-kits?source=share

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Magpieshine wondered how many times a heart could break before its shattered remains became too brittle to piece back together. As a ‘paw, she would have expected not often, maybe just once, yet now every time she so much as spared a glance in the direction of her youngest siblings, she felt her heart squish into cold shards that pierced her chest and throat, choking it and making her hold back sobs. 

She never got to meet her little brother, Lionkit. He was buried before she was able to return to the Eye-Out Thorns once she was told of the situation. Part of her was grateful for that–she would have likely only seen his skeletal remains. Still, it pained her that she did not have the chance to see him. He was buried in the main den of the family, where her parents, Grousemane, Hootpetal, Alderstar, and Myrtlewing sleep. Uncustomary for many, but the family wanted him as close to them as possible.

Magpieshine gazed around numbly at the faded-green plants in the den around her. The family had relocated briefly to Myrtlewing’s medicine den with the three still-living kits. 

The tiny bundles were incredibly thin, even when they were coaxed to eat–which often took a good part of the day to do. It was hard enough finding herbs in good enough condition to be of use, even harder still to actually have the kits swallow them down. 

Magpieshine shuddered, seeing every rib of Sunkit as he stretched beside Hootpetal, who lay curled in the nest with them, encouraging them to suckle. Alderstar and Grousemane stuck as close to the kits and Hootpetal as possible. Perchclaw and Stonefern, like Magpieshine, had hardly taken their eyes off of the little ones. It was only because Myrtlewing warned against raising their  temperature with too much body heat that they didn’t curl around the kits as well.

Magpieshine doubted she had ever seen Myrtlewing so attentive before. He rarely ever removed his eyes from the kits, his nose always close enough to sniff out any changes immediately, and when he did move, it was to check on Hootpetal. Hootpetal thankfully didn’t catch the sickness, but ever since they moved to the medicine den, she had completely refused to leave the nest. Her fur was ruffled and in clumps. Still, she wouldn’t move. Alderstar was at her head now, grooming the fur along the side of her neck and gazing sorrowfully at his kits.

Archwing, Willowcloud, Wolfpool, Scabdrip, Redmask, and pretty much everyone else in the family had occupied themselves with gathering anything that was needed. Archwing, Magpieshine’s nephew and Myrtlewing’s grandson and former apprentice, had taken after healing, and was the one to gather needed herbs while Myrtlewing stayed in the den. 

Magpieshine frowned, thinking about her kin. The last time she had seen him, he had been panting, appearing as if he were about to drop. It was in the den and right back out with him. She didn’t think he had taken a single break from gathering herbs since the kits had been born prematurely. His littermates realized this too and chose to help, but without his experience, they weren’t always successful. 

Redmask and Scabdrip busied themselves with catching minnows or convincing–perhaps with teeth–StarClan cats to give them food to give to Hootpetal to strengthen her and her milk.

Willowcloud, Spottedtooth, Buzzardblaze, and Aspenlight would take turns collecting moss for water, while Wolfpool, Dusksong, Falleniris, and Waspbeak would search for it to change the bedding. Myrtlewing had told them that it was important to change the nest of a sick cat frequently, as it may hold some of the illness. It made sense, Magpieshine thought, seeing how much the kits’ tiny noses and mouths dripped with phlegm, though in the back of her mind she was admittedly surprised to know that Myrtlewing could actually be quite the knowledgeable, attentive, and caring medicine cat after all his murders. Then again, these kits were his as well–even if they were only Hootpetal and Alderstar’s biologically. Magpieshine herself hadn’t even been any of theirs until she was six–seven? moons old.

They are good parents. She felt that shattering again, the crackling and splintering of her heart. They don’t deserve this. The kits don’t deserve this.

She didn’t remove her head, but scented Archwing return again. She watched as he passed some yellow-orange berries to Myrtlewing. Myrtlewing still kept his eyes fixed on the kits as he chewed and Archeyes left again. He was already lowered on the ground. Coating a claw in the poultice, he gently opened Marigoldkit’s jaw. Magpieshine’s heart–shattering still–sank to the pit of her stomach as she saw that her sister didn’t protest, didn’t so much as lift a paw against him as Myrtlewing tried to get her to suckle his claw and gulp the medicine down.

It was a long time before he was able to manage it, and it was really only because the herbs got stuck on her tongue that Marigoldkit could do it at all. Myrtlewing looked like he was about to collapse with exhaustion, but he moved on right to Peonykit and then to Sunkit.

Yet even then, Myrtlewing didn’t shut his eyes. Magpieshine could see the dark lines beneath them, so clear she was surprised his face didn’t droop with their heaviness. Rising to her paws, she padded to his side and nudged him. “You need to rest.”

“I can’t afford it,” he told her simply, and it sounded like he was attempting to overpower a yawn.

“You can’t afford working yourself to death either. What good would you be to the kits if you’re too tired to focus on anything?”

“I can rest later.”

“She’s right,” Alderstar spoke up, his voice soft as Hootpetal began to snore beside him. “They need you at your best.”

Magpieshine frowned. Alderstar’s eyes looked so red, even where his sharp pupils didn’t touch. “I can watch them,” she offered. “While dad’s sleeping.”

Alderstar gave her a small smile. “Are you sure, dear? You may not know what to look for.”

“Any changes,” Magpieshine decided, thinking back to watching her father work. “Raising or lowering temperatures, struggling to breathe, struggling with anything more than usual.” She looked to Myrtlewing. “I will help them as best as I can, but if they really need you, then I will wake you. Swear it.”

Myrtlewing seemed hesitant. He frowned, grumbling. “Alright, fine. But you wake me if there’s anything at all, okay? If they’re fussy, if they’re too quiet, if they so much as sneeze, you wake me, got it? I can lose sleep but I cannot lose another kit.”

Magpieshine had to shut her eyes for a moment, willing the tears not to fall. She needed to be focused now, not emotional. She could cry later when her siblings didn’t need her. Opening them again, she met her father’s eyes. “Deal.”

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@elementaldeityoffood

[rainismsposts]

Scream~

[taumemain]

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[leechan1018]

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[elkyr]

Here’s another OC of mine, Redmask

definitely did not steal the coloured lettering from @minkpool

[jokerflecker]

Seeing Eye to eye

Silly crossover story between the movie Red Eye and our beloved anti-hero Deadpool. Jackson thinks he is getting on his red eye flight to bully Lisa Reisert into doing his bidding. Instead Deadpool is waiting for him and he's a man with a plan. (AO3 Link)

“Well isn't this a coincidence,” Jackson Rippner stated with his most charming smile as he approached the brown-haired woman sitting in the seat next to his. He had just spent two hours with Lisa Reisert at a restaurant, eating and drinking, and now had to pretend it was by chance that they were seated next to each other on the plane. While it was all some scheme set up to make her do his bidding. But when Lisa turned around to face him, Jackson stared into the a redmasked face in a wig.

“Wassup fuckface!”

“What?! You're not Lisa!” Jacskon Rippner growled as he realized he was seated next to our dear anti-hero Deadpool.

“That's right, very perceptive of you!” he stated as he rested his head on his hand with a chuckle. “My name is Deadpool. Lisa sends her love, though!”

Deadpool threw off the blanket off his legs, showing off that he was wearing Lisa Reiserts clothes over his suit, for some reason.

The assassin gave the man in the suit the once-over with a huff. “Who are you? Why are you dressed like her? And why isn't she here herself?”

“Well, you see, Jackson, our girl Lisa has to somewhere else to be at the moment. And I have your name on a contract.”

“What do you mean? Lisa is supposed to be here herself! It was arranged that…” Jackson started to say in an annoyed manner and glared at Deadpool when he realized that he said too much.

“Oh I know it was!” The guy in the suit next to him stretched out and started to play with the window hatch. “Yeah, you see, I offered Lisa a trip to the spa and then a later flight. I gave her back her fathers wallet too! Oh and you're paying for that spa,” he told Jackson, and laughed as Jackson frantically started to search is pockets for Lisa's fathers wallet and his own. When he realized that they were indeed missing, he snarled at Deadpool.

“Why?” he asked after a few seconds of his death state. “Why did you tell Lisa to get a later flight?”

Deadpool now tried to sit so that he could have his feet up as well. First he tried to place them in front of him, while hugging his knees.

“Well, pumpkinfucker, someone wants you dead. And I've been paid a lot of money to take care of that. I heard what you wanted to do to that nice girl…tsk tsk tsk, naughty Jackson!” Pool singsonged as he now tried to place his feet on the luggage space above their heads.

Jackson scoffed at his words and wanted to stand up, but Pool held a very sharp knife right next to his throat, his feet quickly firm back on the ground.

“You say right in your seat there, Jackson Ville…Or I will spray paint this area like a Pollock painting. In any way you can imagine…” he added the last part in a whisper.

Jackson adjusted his jacket and clenched his jaw, but nodded to let Pool know he was staying in his seat, for now.

Pool put the knife away and nodded. “That's probably for the best, yeah.”

“So I’m stuck with a fucking clown for the next 3 hours? Great..” Jackson grumbled. Pool let out a low chuckle as he was now trying to sit in his seat backwards.

“Mister Pool sir? I have an issue, I’m afraid,” a young Indian man came up to Jackson and Pool’s seats, fidgeting with his hands. Jackson glared at him. “Who are you?”

“Oh hello, sir, my name is Dopinder. I drive mister Pool around in my taxi,” he explained. “I’m being trained as an assassin by him.” He said it was if it was about soccer training, making Jackson scoff. “This guy? A trained assassin?” he asked as he looked at Pool with a raised brow, obviously not impressed.

“Don’t let your beautiful blue eyes deceive you, Jackson Five!” Pool said, as he stroked him over his cheek, as if they were lovers. With an annoyed sound, Jackson pulled back.

“Dopinder here killed his cousin Bandu, to win over his girl Gita!”

Jackson frowns and looks back at Dopinder, who nodded. “I’m surrounded by crazy people!” he growled in frustration. “What is the problems you are facing, Dopinder? Tell mother..” Pool said, now sitting in his seat normally again.

“Well, Pool boy, you said I had to kill this beautiful beautiful man..” Dopinder explained as he gestured at Jackson, who glared at the both of them. “That’s right, Dopinder. For your training,” Pool confirmed. “So what’s the problem?”

“Well look at him! He is so gorgeous, how will I ever lay a hand on him!” Dopinder exclaimed. A stewardess came by with some snacks. “Peanuts or pretzels?” she asked. “I have a penis already, thank you!” Pool replied, making her drop her jaw. “Peanuts..” she repeated more clearly, showing the snacks she carried with her. “Oh, I see!” He then stated and took a bag of both. “Thank you!”

“Anything else?” She asked, a little reluctant. “I'll take a granberry grapefruit Vodka. I know its called a Sea Breeze, don't make me say it!” Pool growled frustrated. Then he calmed down, as the stewardess walked on with a shaking head. Jackson looked like he was ready to burst with anger.

“Dopinder, when you are not ready, you are not ready. I forgive your straying from the path. But we will discuss this in your upcoming performance review!” Pool stated, as he gestured for Dopinder to leave.

“Pool boy, think of me a ten year old Kristen Dunst..” he started but Pool shook his head. “Not again, Dopinder! Never again!” He said firmly. Dopinder made an annoyed sound and stomped off. “Some assassin..” Jackson grumbled, getting more and more agitated with the situation. Pool gasped. “You do not question my ways, Jackson Ville!”

He rubbed his temples and shook his head. “This is a nightmare.”

“Oh I know! You should be here with that charming girl, Lisa! You’ve been following her, haven’t you?” He clenched his jaw. “How do you know that?” “Cause I’ve been following you, precious!” Pool answered and booped Jacksons nose, making him growl in annoyance. He stood up and went to the bathroom, grumbling to himself.

When he came back out, Pool stood there and pushed him back inside, shoving him against the sink. He put his foot up on it, so Jackson was trapped between the sink and his leg. “Let me through!” Jackson demanded, but Pool took out a small gun and pressed it against his throat. “You and me gotta talk, Jackson Fraction!”

Jackson held his hands up in defence. “Fine, fine, don’t shoot me.”

“So. Taking out Charles Keefe, huh? You're fighting in the big leagues. You have one chance to keep your life.”

“How?” Jackson scoffed, but determined to get out of this situation alive. “How did you take all those weapons through customs anyway?”

“That's for me to know, Assassins Creed! Now you wanna hear my deal or not?”

Jackson scoffed. “I'd be more comfortable if your sack wasn't pressing into my thigh!”

“I can imagine that yeah…” Pool said as she nodded, moving so that he was sitting on the sink, Jackson right beside him. He kicked his legs as if he wading through the water, putting his gun back in his belt. “So John Wick, lets talk.”

Jackson sighed, pacing around. “What do you want from me, hm?”

“A name. You see…the guy that sets motion to the plan is never the guy that made up the plan. That's the name I need. The guy that made this up.”

“And then you'll let me walk?”

Deadpool nodded, as he turned the faucet on and off. “Oh yeah! Like Winnie the Pooh through the 100 acre woods!”

Jackson shook his head, muttering to himself.

“Use your words, Jason Bourne,” Pool stated. “Cause my patience, like my foreskin, is running thin!”

He stood up from the sink and tilted his head at the other. For some reason, it made Jackson feel really uneasy. “How do you know I'll give you the real name? I could give you a random name and send you on a wild goose chase,” he said, the slightest tremble in his voice.

“Oh I know you wouldn't play me like that, Léon, you see..I'll come looking,” Pool answered in a menacing voice, stepping closer.

In a swift move, Jackson lunged for the little pistol in Pools belt and pointed it at his face, and pulled the trigger. Instead of a bullet, a little flame came from the barrel.

Pool chuckled. “And that is how I got it through customs..” he said, taking his knife out. Jackson punched him in the stomach, causing him to keel over. He quickly slipped past the red-suited hero and stormed out of the bathroom.

“GET HIM, DOPINDER!” Pool shouted.

From the back of the plane, Dopinder came running. “Help is on the way, dear! Help is on the waaaaaay!” He yelled as he ran up to Jackson and lunged forward, missing him by a couple of feet, landing on the floor with a loud oomph.

Jackson took out his gun and started to point it at people, feeling like a caged animal with the way he was being hunted by these strange men. People started to panic, but stayed in their seats, in fear of getting shot.

Jackson pulled a woman with a hoodie out of her seat and pointed the gun at her head.

“Everybody stay fucking calm! Or this one gets it!” He yelled, glaring at Pool as he stumbled out of the bathroom.

“That was…so lame..” Pool said shaking his head. Dopinder nodded. “Very lame, mister Jackson, sir.”

Jackson growled in frustration and pulled the trigger, causing people to cry out in fear. But the gun didn't shoot, it faltered. The bullet seemed to be stuck in some way, or maybe the gun wasn't loaded correctly, but he looked at it in disbelief. The woman that he was trying to shoot pulled off her hoodie, revealing her black curls and the white discolored spot on her face.

“Well, wasn't that just lucky!” She said with a grin before punching his lights out.

Pool and Dopinder let out a little fangirl squeal.

“Doms! How lucky! Look at you!” Pool exclaimed as he hugged her. Domino chuckled and shrugged. “I guess, yeah.”

“I thought you were supposed to go with Lisa to the spa?”

The girl nodded. “I was, but there was only space for one more, so I let her have it. For a moment, I thought that my luck was running out, but when I came back to the airport and a spot opened up for this flight, I just knew I had to follow you guys.”

“Thank you for savign us.” Dopinder stated formally and hugged her tight, making her giggle. “Aw, bring it in, bring it in.”

People on the flight clapped for them and the stewardess called airport police to be ready for them when they landed, so Jackson could be taken into custody.

As the plane landed, Pool, Dopinder and Domino took one last bow, before being allowed to leave the plane first, with Jackson strapped to a gourney right behind them.

“X force…” Deadpool, before leaving the plane, mumbling to himself.

“Huh, feels like a Wes Craven thriller, huh Jackson?”

[weepingman]

New track released today by RedMask 🔥🏮

[redroseredemption]

Hikari Sentai Maskman Review

Been over a week since I finished Maskman. I've let myself think this show over some and I can safely say... it's a sentai. By that, I mean, if I were to give someone an example of what Sentai show encompasses everything that sentai it, I'd show them Maskman. It's one of the most, basic, by-the-books, sentai I've watched yet. What I Liked: Igam was by far the best part of the show. Without going into spoilers, I had a little bit of connection with them. I liked Takeru/RedMask. I think he was a fine Red Ranger. I also liked that he wasn't always a goody-too-shoes, so that's a nice change of pace. Akira also got the most out of all the rangers. There's a bait and switch they do with him towards the end of the show that I really liked. The couple of focus episodes Momoko got were pretty great. The one with the flower she had and the one where she fights unmorphed are some of the best episodes in this show. Also the episode where Momoko and Haruka become gangsters was awesome What I Disliked The biggest problem with this show is it's theming and motifs. The science and magic aspects, the rangers and their Aura power, do not mesh at all and clash horribly with one another. The show tries its damnedest to make them feel unified but it never achieves this. It should have either been science based like the previous sentai or magic based that a lot of other sentai after this do a lot better. Apparently the rangers are part of a racing team, with Taekru as the driver and the four others are his pit stop crew. You'd forget about that after episode 8 if it wasn't for the opening and ending. The whole Takeru/Mio plot didn't click with me. Kenta, Momoko and Haruka don't get a whole with Haruka getting the least. They tried to make Kenta a kind of ladies man, but they dropped that half way thru the show. He does get a really good episode with his friend and the racing stuff returns for a moment and I like that he's the second in command after Takeru when he's not there, but not much else outside of that. Same with Momoko. Outside her focus episodes, she doesn't get a lot. Haruka is the weakest ranger. Not in terms of strength but she gets almost nothing compared. Her focus episodes are not all that great. She's a ninja and that's it. The commander is...there. And that's all I have to say about him! Though I did rag on this show some, I still quite enjoyed it. Very basic, turn your brain off type sentai and for that it goes in C tier

[warriors-cat-names-for-your-use]

Redmask

[habatour20]

Available at our agiosaki.redbubble.com and society6.com/agiosaki onlinestores. Link in bio. A different #sticker, decorated with an #artistic #illustrationdesign, featuring that the #sadness #facemask keeps away your #tears, is now available to you. Feel free to request it from our onlinestores. #followusnow @habatour20. Click on the link in bio for more designs and variations in different products, or dm to me for any questions and orders. #sadnessmask #sadwoman #sadwomen #redfacemask #redmask #redmasks #keepaway #keepawayfromme #illustrationdesigns #designillustration #designillustrations #illustrationartistsofinstagram #illustratorofinstagram #artisticdesign #artisticdesigns #tearsdryontheirown #tearsforfears #tearsinheaven #teardrop #teardrops #stickerartist #stickerdesigns #stickerlovers https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpzb7SwDQvX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

@elementaldeityoffood

Redmask and Glassriver are both genderqueer....Banshee was the one to help Redmask figure out how to show others what gender they currently were to avoid others from making a mistake.

So 

1) They landed on some sort of ring around the neck, with different colours to symbolize the gender. They tried with vines, but it didn’t work, so they asked Myrtle to give a piece of his neckerchief, which he was more than willing to do for his grandkit. 

Myrtle tore off the entire bottom as a strip (he still has most, Red probably has a centimeter in height throughout the whole bottom).

They struggled to tie it, since they’re cats, but they’re also fictional wc cats, so they figure it out!

Now for the colours, they put in plants, They have flowers attached to the stem, but since that irritated Redmask’s fur, they place at at the back of his neck where the knot is.

Green = he/him

Orange = they/them

Dark purple = she/her

2) Banshee has a kit who is also genderqueer, and runs into the same problem. 

Again, Myrtle is asked for help, as they know it works, and he’s more than willing to help out his grandkit. 

A strip along the whole bottom is taken away again, same height (most of Myrtle’s neckerchief is still there, but the tear is visible because their claws aren’t exactly neat cutters).

Instead of plants, Glasswater uses burrs (they don’t bother her) and puts them on the outside of her neckerchief since they stick easily.

Dyed with berry and plant juice, they are coloured:

Red-brown = he/him

Purple = she/her

None = they/them

3) Myrtle’s neckerchief looks a mess and now both Redmask and Glasswater have bits of their grandpapa’s neckerchief!!

[hamtodaygames]

After reviewing Ranked quest data, Epic will be granting the Redmask Ranker Back Bling to all players who log in during Chapter 4 Season 4.

In future seasons, items like this will be available earlier in the Ranked quest rewards so players can show off their progression.

This reward displays your Chapter 4 Season 4 peak rank even after the season ends.

[mrhydez]

A custom leather mask I recently made for a musician

Made using 4/5oz veg tanned leather (not vegan leather), dyes and finishers

#leather #mask #masks #leathermask #skinznhydez #costume #prop #custommask #custom #customized #redmask

[chenedarling]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: RED MASK.