#serpus

[dnftoosh]

just dnfies being dnfies <3

[asbestieos]

th laranoia thar im wronggongg someonee agaian has gtipped my brian dod i neef gto purt it out there tot my mutuals. if ib do sonetjing tha tmjes you uncomfortable inprommy you can tell me immefriwtely even over anon or wtvr and i will heeefy our concerns

[valkariel]

Snowfall Doll

Companion look to Snow Doll.

Head: Darbar Serpus of Scouting - ice blue Body: No.2 Type B Dress - ice blue Hands: Darbar Gloves of Scouting - ice blue Legs: Spriggan Bottoms - snow white Feet: Dirndl's Pumps - ice blue

Striking has identical gloves, but the equivalent hat has a different feather shape and dye pattern. Alt Head: Loyal Housemaid's Brim | Crescent Moon Cone | Crescent Moon Nightcap | Darbar Serpus of Striking Alt Hands: Darbar Gloves of Striking

Earring: Pearl Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: -- Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: Old Sharlayan - The Leveilleur Estate

Shader: Faeberry Bloom

[receptizadomacuhranu]

Dijetalna supa

Sastojci: 1 glavica crvenog luka 2 paradajza 2 krompira 1 patlidzan 1 mrkva 1 kasika persuna 1 cesanj bijelog luka 1 paprika so i biber Nacin pripreme: Patlidzan oguliti i pokiseliti u hladnu vodu oko 20 min.Zatim isjeckati krompir na kockice ,staviti u serpu sa vodom na kuhanje.U meduvremenu isjeckati ostalo povrce na sitne kockice a zatim dodati u serpu.Kada pocne da kuha dodati…

[ticktockstuck-ezodiac]

SERPUS Sign of the Mystifying

SER* = Mint Sign • *PUS = Derse + Lust

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#746: A sign for tempters on the threshold, with an array of delights to appease the senses. They lure in the innocent past comfortable boundaries and into a realm of passion and madness.

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Mint Signs • Lustbound Signs • Derse Signs

[fantroll-purgatory]

@itoshiki​

hello! im submitting my sort-of-trollsona-but-not-really. I made him I guess more Alternian and he’s highly personal 2 me but that shouldn’t discourage you! I’m stuck at some parts because I just recently got back into homestuck and I’d like advice from someone who knows their stuff. IT’S SO LONG IM SO SORRY… Thank you so much if you do review it tho!

Hey no worries. Thanks for your patience!

Hell yeah hell yeah ceruleanbloods with Eye Stuff.

World: Alternia, maybe an AU? I’m unsure. But he’s Alternian.

Name: Sancti Serpus

“Sancti” comes from “Saint” and his belief that he can do no wrong, as well as how he believes that his experiments benefit troll society. “Serpus” comes from “Serpent” and his personality being sly and manipulative, could be described as a snake by others in the way he is first nice to his friends but backstabs them later, as well as his lusus being a two-headed Titanoboa (prehistoric Boa).

I understand the reasoning behind the first name! If you want something that plays a little more into the archetypal Mad Scientist “I will become a GOD AHAHAHAHA” vibe then I suggest Apoteu from the Greek apotheoun, meaning “to make a god of.” Still fits his beliefs about himself and how he benefits society…but there is such a thing a vengeful, malevolent god.

I like the serpent theme, especially given the Rod of Asclepius/Caduceus confusion, given that the former is about medicine and the latter about commerce. Plus snake oil salesman as duplicitous people claiming they have a cure when they’re really just selling you whatever they could dig up. Serpus is a little too obvious as a snake troll though, so maybe we abstract that a bit. A slightly silly one would be Davdav, since the longest-living two-headed snake is named Double Dave after its discoverer.

Apoteu Davdav. It has the opposite of a nice ring to it, but I like it because it sounds kind of mad sciencey.

Age: 7.5 Sweeps (16 Human Years)

Theme/Story: His theme is sort of Mad Scientist vibes. He dabbles in forensic pathology, chemistry (even though he often explodes things), troll biology/genes and psychology. Those are his main 5 branches because he’s not very good at math so his knowledge of physics is limited.

fugidghiuuaehiu Bad At Math Science Gang RISE UP

He was hatched and went through The Brooding Caverns. He decided to settle on a Hive in the outskirts of a city, in a suburban area with only a few highblooded neighbors. However, his lusus was very, very hard to feed for the two heads would often argue with and attack each other. His lusus would feed on anyone who visited or came too close, by asphyxiating them. It also neglected him and didn’t pay attention to him for it was too busy fighting with itself. He eventually learned to sedate his lusus through aromatherapy, with chemicals he himself created in his lab. He lives on a huge castle-like hive near a forest where he gets the material for his experiments and corpses to analyze. He has a bunch of body parts in flasks and bottles.

He is a very strange troll, but he doesn’t want to be. Due to his upbringing and his lusus eating whoever came over. He often saw culling, death and destruction near him, which caused him to have a morbid fixation on death and a desire to better troll society through science, influenced by his ancestor Discordi Discipla (he’s a WIP). However, he has fallen victim to his own mental deterioration and apathy as he spent more time around the dead (and undead). This mental deterioration was exacerbated when a presumed dead corpse came to life in his lab and attacked him, causing him blindness in his right eye. He’s somewhat afraid of being culled for his blindness, but knows that it’s not likely, due to his highblood status.

This is pretty good and comprehensive!

Due to his childhood where he didn’t have control over what his lusus did, he now wants to have control over everything in his life. This makes him a very controlling and manipulative person, bent on doing anything to get his way even if it means experimenting on his lowblooded friends. He doesn’t necessarily like hurting others and doesn’t mean to, Alternian society and his own visions of violence has just made him apathetic. This apathy as well as his low self-worth stemming from his neglect has made him have tons of unhealthy relationships, as well as has made him a perfectionist and narcissist. Despite his supposed belief that the end justifies the means and he’s going to make troll society better, he doubts himself and has an inferiority complex.

His mental deterioration has made him a very unstable troll to be around. He’s still a good troll at heart, however the odds are in disfavor due to his blood color causing him to look down on others lower on the hemospectrum and his own childhood. He does things mainly on impulse and suffers from strange hallucinations and visions of the future ever since he was blinded on his right eye. He’s learned to cope with them and they don’t necessarily harm him, but they do cause him significant distress.

He also has a lot of scars from laboratory incidents, and his neighbors hate him.

fjiodshfuo yeah if my neighbor kept making ungodly noises and murdering people with abandon I may also have a beef with them.

Review Goals: General Overview please! Strife Specibus:

Chemicalkind. He carries around various noxious chemicals to use as he pleases, but sometimes they irritate his eyes when he uses them. He can handle it almost all of the time though. He throws them in bottles and that’s how he fights.

I know I *just* suggested this for my most recent review but bottlekind fits here too because if he runs out of chemicals he can just break a bottle off on a nearby surface and stab someone with the broken glass it’s fun it’s easy it’s free.

Fetch Modus:  I kind of took the idea from a mspa fetch modus entry, since I’m bad at coming up with fetch moduses. It’s unoriginal I know, but I genuinely couldn’t think of anything.

Periodic Table Modus.

It requires Sancti to remember his elements, as he needs to remember them for when he’s working and therefore it helps him but also inconveniences him as he can forget them.

This is how it works:

When an item is captchalogued, a quick calculation is checked to see the size of that item. If it is lower than 190x190, the size of the item is totalled and placed on a slot on the fetch modus that corresponds to the periodic table number. 

For example, an item that is 4 in by 2 in would total to 6, and be in the position of Carbon on the table.

Sancti would then have to open the periodic table modus, which would open as an actual metaphysical table, and retrieve the item.

It is blank, with 118 spaces.

This fetch modus is a little confusing to me as well, and your poor math challenged troll likely also finds it difficult.

…but I think I have an idea that keeps with the spirit *and* the confusion while generating some good old Modus Shenanigans. What about an ORBITAL MODUS, with items filling in in each new category as an electron shell would? All items in the outermost shell would be immediately accessible, with deeply nested items remaining inaccessible until the outer shells were emptied.

Like this. Which is perfect for your chemist troll.

Blood Color: Ceruleanblood/Cobaltblood.

Lunar Sway: Derse, because he is dissatisfied with himself.

Derse and Prospit assignations don’t necessarily have to do with how one feelings about *themselves!* Karkat is Prospit and Nepeta is Derse, which reflects the fact that Karkat has accepted the hemospectrum as the way things have to be despite the horrors it inflicts on him, while Nepeta is extremely happy to be herself, but constantly snipes Equius for kowtowing to the hemospectrum. Even Equius is a Dersite, since he doesn’t agree with the hemospectrum so much as develop a really disturbing fixation over the following and subversion of it.

Given that your troll actively uses the hemospectrum to his advantage and delights in doing so, I’d argue he’s a Prospitan!  Title: I’m unsure if I want to make them a sylph of light or a sylph of space, I’m actually not sure at all what they should be.

Between forensic pathology and genetics and chemistry and being attacked by a zombie and feeling he knows best he’s actually coming off VERY much as a Life player to me. Since you’re bouncing between two Sylph classpects I’m happy to keep that title as long as we acknowledge he’s not currently very good at it :P.

Symbol and Meaning: The symbol for purification by burning. He’s my first troll in the session I want to make. It kind of has the meaning of spiritual cleansing or purifying something that is not pure. In this case I think it relates to Sancti’s personal growth that will happen through the session, reflecting how he has to better himself through painful events.

If we go by the EZ, his sign would be Scorsci, Sign of the Fixer. Which is certainly what he sees himself as! I’ll see if I can play with the symbol you gave him and incorporate the Scorpio M into it.

Handle: gravesideAnopsia

Anopsia is a defect in the visual field or blindness, and graveside refers to how he got his blindness.

We definitely see trolls with retroactively foreshadowy trolltags, but I can’t think of a reason for him to have picked Anopsia before his blinding. What about gravesideConjunct, since he sees himself as the connective tissue between the dead and the living? Which can become retroactively ironic when his eye putrifies after it comes into contact with necrotic tissue, which is basically an extreme version of conjunctivitis.

Quirk: ~~( he types…. zzz….. taking… his time…. with words… and….types in caps when he…..wants to zzz…. ASSERT HIS POINT….)~~

Love this quirk he’s a sleeby boy.

He either keysmashes to laugh as “eoeoeoe” “sksksks” or simply laughs like “haha” or “hehe”. He also uses the following emoji    :)-< and (－‸ლ)

Special Abilities: None, unless you count his visions of the future. But he wasn’t born with psychic abilities.

Idk that he even needs visions of the future tbh. Injury does not always confer abilities in troll society.

Lusus/Guardian: A 2-headed Titanoboa (think of a huuuuuge prehistoric Boa, even bigger than an Anaconda). He considers himself to have two dads as the two heads have separate brains. He calls them “my snake dads”. Him and his lusus have a better relationship now that his lusus is sedated, and he often cuddles with his lusus in between their two heads and feeds them the corpses after he’s done analyzing them. However, their relationship used to be negative and neglectful, as explained above.

Omg yes I love his dads.

Interests: Apart from the sciences listed on his theme, he also enjoys the arts and painting with blood of the corpses he studies, as well as making artistic murals outside to the annoyance of his neighbors. He likes cosmic horror books, doomsday devices and machinery, bodily modification, philosophers, and in his spare game he will play puzzle and roleplaying games (but not FLARPing, he’s bad at it). He thinks about hunting the undead sometimes, and likes horror movies, making friends regardless of their dead or alive status, scaring his neighbors, horror movies, and mindless antics.

Appearance: His hair is very straight, but it tends to get messy. Also the string on one of his horns is a string that got stuck on his horn and it’s hard to remove now.

usghiuserg good. I’m gonna see what I can do to his sprite to convey the “straight but messy” vibe more.

Personality: 

He’s VERY creative, more than analytical, which is an oddity for a scientist, others may think of him as a “creative genius” but he rejects the title of being a mad scientist. He wants to be positively known. He also always tries to finish things and has a general curious personality. He’s always seeking knowledge, and often tires himself out from working too much on his experiments, which causes him to enter a cycle of all nighters vs heavy sleeping. He’s a very heavy sleeper, often taking naps throughout the day. He procrastinates on mundane tasks that don’t relate to his interests or experiments. However, he drinks a lot of caffeinated beverages when he needs to work in order to keep himself awake essentially starting an all nighter cycle.

Depending on the circumstances, he can be very friendly and charming, or quite the opposite. It all depends. He likes to crack morbid jokes that make nobody laugh, and is quite disorganized as well as silly. He cares for his moirail (wip) and matesprit (wip) the most, and even though he sometimes snaps at them, he never wants to lose them.

Land: Land of Dreams and Angels, but depending on the classpect you assign him I will change it.

*Hopes and Dreams plays in the background*

What if he’s Land of Regrowth and Thaw, with the grass being fed by the remains of former consorts and the rest slowly unfreezing from ice as his journey continues? Works with his work with dead bodies and also gives us the vegetation associated with Life.

I also have his introduction written out but idk if I should include it. Here it is:

Your name is SANCTI SERPUS and you’d rather be sleeping, or dead.

You love everything relating to THE SCIENCES, but you are not very good at MATH, or keeping organized. However, you are still considered a “CREATIVE GENIUS”. You love anything that STIMULATES YOUR GRUBBY BRAIN -  such as PSYCHOLOGY, FORENSICS and TROLL BIOLOGY. You do many EXPERIMENTS, most of which involve using troll parts in jars, to create true ABOMINATIONS; and one which sadly took your right eye’s vision and has had you in fear of being CULLED. However, you reject the idea of being a “MAD SCIENTIST”.

In a weird fashion, you also highly enjoy THE ARTS, and paint the walls of your GINORMOUS HIVE and other places with objectively “pretty good” PICTURES made from the BLOOD of the corpses you work with, to the annoyance of your neighbors. You also have a slight interest in BODILY MODIFICATION, in an effort to withdraw attention from your accident, as well as an interest in COSMIC HORROR BOOKS, as any good scientist should have. Another interest of yours is VIDEO GAMES, especially ROLE PLAYING and PUZZLE games, and when you’re not working, you spend your time playing them. You’ve even attempted to CODE your own game, and FAILED.  However, you are not a very good FLARPER.

Despite this, all your work leaves you tired, which means you are a HEAVY SLEEPER and tend to procrastinate even the most MUNDANE TASKS that are not related to your interests. On the days that you are energized from drinking CAFFEINATED BEVERAGES, you like to go outside at night and collect all sorts of RANDOM KNICK-KNACKS, which may include CORPSES and FOSSILS to analyze. This has attracted the attention of your neighbors and BEST FRIENDS, who call you an UNHINGED TOTAL MANIAC. You don’t understand why, until you take off your lab coat to reveal an alarming amount of new scars from LABORATORY INCIDENTS. You really are kind of an ODDBALL. 

This is such a frickin MOOD. Let’s go to the redesign, though I don’t have much!

Horns - you said he got string tangled in his horns but those horns are shaped in a way that makes it pretty easy to untangle stuff! I gave him horns that are Klein-bottle inspired, though it’s obviously impossible for horns to actually grow into a Klein bottle shape. Now THAT’S a mess I wouldn’t wanna tangle with!

Hair - I absolutely ripped a fan-troll template to shreds and put it back together again for this hair, but I think this conveys “basically straight but mussed up” with a little more shape than the original.

Face - I adjusted the proportions and replaced the eyebrows with just the piercings because it was looking a little busy.

Shirt - Again it looked a little busy with the jacket with symbols on both flaps and the pendant in the middle, so I gave him a mad scientist jacket edited from John’s.

Symbol - I tried to find a happy medium between the radial symmetry of the original symbol and the Scorsci M with the arrows.

That’s pretty much it! Hope this helped!

-TR

[ask-the-chibi-creepypastas]

[bluenightfyre]

Rosethorn - Chapter One

Hi all, here’s Chapter One of Rosethorn for your entertainment! 

Been doing a lot of major changes this draft, so I’ll upload as I go. Basically the book is split into 8 parts, so I’m uploading Part One: The Catalyst for the meantime.

Serpus, the capital of Adem on the continent of Truphoria, on the first week of spring, 1365 YM.

Outside a chapel in Serpus, one mile southwest from the keep, a priest sprinted down Ablyminded Street. This was strange: priests never ran if they could help it. They burned marijuana in the presence of children and sometimes giggled during funeral services, but they never ran. It simply wasn’t appropriate.

This time however was going to be the exception.

He burst through the chapel doors, panting.

‘The dragon? Are you certain?’

‘Most certain, Father,’ the monk said gravely.

‘And the king is definitely gone?’

‘Most definitely, Father.’

He gave him a small scroll to prove it.

Father Hope paced around the small chapel, his black robes gathered in his hands.

King Samuel Horne is missing.

He had hoped against hope that something large and vicious would have eaten the large and vicious king before his arrival back from the Far Isles. Alas, King Theo was rumoured to be due in the city for a beheading tomorrow afternoon.

The priests took the scroll from the monk’s hands.

A prophecy has come into effect in the unnamed capital of Stoneguard. The King is gone, the Knight has been sighted and the dragon’s arrival is nigh. The prophecy is being fulfilled. The Prophet was right and the Fathers must be warned.

The scroll then went on to describe the apocalypse in over-dramatic detail. 

Hope had seen the dragon with his own two eyes before, passing through Serpus on the way to Creys’ Keep – which could only mean it belonged to the Creys.

Go figure.

He wrung his hands, dropping the scroll to the floor.

‘What does he want us to do?’

‘He said to prepare sanctuary for the Prophet,’ the monk supplied. ‘And pass the letter on. The messenger said this is the only letter being sent to the orders.’

‘To all of them?’

‘To lessen the chances of the Antichrist finding it.’

‘To increase the chances of it being lost, you mean.’ Father Hope sighed. There was no teaching logic to some people. ‘Does word of mouth not suffice?’

‘He may hear us.’

‘Everyone hears us on a weekly basis, how many of them listen to a word we say?’

The monk sighed. He had a point.

Hope stared out of the chapel, to the hills where Creys’ Keep could just be seen in the distance.

This did not bode well. Everyone suspected, surely, but he always thought King Theo’s bark was worse than his bite. He was no Rubeous Crey – he had been the worst one. And as for King Theo’s father, well, the Wastelands didn’t create itself.

He turned to the monk. ‘Who sent the letter?’

‘It’s from Stoneguard, but whether they are the original writers of the letter, we don’t know.’ He lowered his voice. ‘It has always been thought that His Eminence brought the Prophet to Stoneguard when he was discovered.’

That was true, Hope realised.

‘Send it on,’ he ordered. ‘Whoever did write it was right. The others must be warned, whether it’s true or not. We cannot take any chances.’

He stared out at the keep again.

‘If it’s true, this Knight of Thorns will need help saving King Samuel. He has no chance up against a Crey.’

 Everyone remembered the Night of Raining Thorns, although funnily enough only a handful of people recalled the notion that there were any thorns involved at all.

Everyone knew there had been an explosion. Several explosions, in fact: the first within the old keep in the Forest commencing a trail of detonations in a path all the way to the edge of Serpus. The inhabitants saw that part.

The thorns, ashes and occasional rose petal that had rained over Adem’s capital after, however, had gone very much unnoticed. It was Prince Seth’s wedding day, after all. Most of Serpus had either been too blind-drunk to see them or too concerned with the gravel buried in their faces from their unceremonious exit from the local pub.

Everyone knew about the fighting it had caused a week later. As Father Hope of the Faith of Salator Crey reminisced in the chapel log, the Forest Queen’s War ‘wrought horror upon the residents of Serpus for many days to come, with flame, gore and bits of beast-flesh a common sight, thus making an unholy mess of the chapel façade for me to clean up on my own because SOMEBODY was in the pub, BROTHER DANIEL.’

Two accounts of the Night had been quickly snuffed out. A man claiming to have spotted a dragon flying over the Forest had shortly been beaten with a hammer, and a manuscript had been quickly disposed of from a priest’s room, a manuscript detailing what appeared to be a war dated twenty-five years into the future…

Best not to dwell on that type of thing. As Father Hope cites in his records, ‘blood be-eth a bugger to get out of lacquered doors’. And blood was a common enough feature of Salator Crey’s chapels as it was.

Everyone in Truphoria saw one thing. Everyone, from as close as Serpus to as far as the kingdom of Stoneguard beyond the mountains of the Wastelands, saw the blinding white light of the Queen’s fortress exploding. Yes, they all remembered the Flash.

But no one remembered the Hole. And nobody would remember the Hole because the Hole could make damn sure the Hole would be well and truly forgotten about by the next night. And it did.

Almost.

But that would be telling.

Which is called foreshadowing.

Which is a fancy word for cheating.

And speaking of cheating…

 Creys’ Keep, on the hills north of Serpus, on the second week of spring, 1365 YM.

It was getting stressful in the palace of Adem.

The Queen of the Forest was rumoured to be planning another strike to push the borders and Stoneguard’s king was on his way to discuss an alliance between Lilly-Anna and his runt Ronald. Theo was away to discuss trade deals with allies abroad, leaving Cienne in the lurch.

And why wasn’t the next heir himself in charge of affairs?

Because he was dead.

And yet still alive.

To the misfortune of everyone involved, the assassination attempt on Seth Crey had failed – yet this knowledge remained unbeknownst to the prince himself. Seth’s account of the whole ordeal included a description of the moment he departed his body and became a spectral poltergeist and that was it.

It never mentioned where the body went if he wasn’t still in it or why he never ascended to the realm of Salator Crey like all Creys did in the legends of old –

But he was fine. So the matter was never raised again.

No one crossed Seth’s beliefs because he had the scare to prove it. A small slit on his right palm, made by the knife of a man widely dismissed as a disappointment. There were standards to uphold, after all. If you’re going to kill the prince of the realm, you might as well do it right.

But that didn’t matter.

Twenty years later, through force feeding and manipulation, the ‘Ghost of Adem’ still lived – in a casket on the floor of his exasperating wife’s bedchamber as time slid past for Cienne very slowly.

‘Darling,’ she coaxed.

She sat cross-legged, leaning an elbow on the lip of his open casket. She dangled an apple under his nose with her free hand.

‘Please eat the apple. The physician says you need it, darling. Please…’

‘Can’t,’ Seth said serenely. ‘I’m dead.’

She sighed angrily.

She was thirty-three years of age, same as him. She should have six children by now, not some ‘dead’ man in a box. What made it worse was that force-feeding him was her only hobby, bar changing her Portabellan accent to a Truphorian one and researching every synonym to the word ‘exaggeration’.

‘Please,’ she begged.

‘I’m dead,’ he said, with a shrug. ‘Sorry.’

Cienne dropped the apple onto her lap in frustration.

‘Seth,’ she said sharply, ‘you are not a ghost, you never died, you are not thirteen, you are thirty-three, and if you do not take me to bed this  instant, you shall feel what death really is like!’

Seth shrugged. ‘I’m already dead. Your words mean nothing to me.’

Cienne clenched her teeth. ‘Eat your apple!’

She shoved it into his mouth, slamming the coffin shut in his face.

Seth removed the apple, rubbing the joint of his jaw.

If Seth was alive, which unfortunately he was not at all, he would have thought of his wife Cienne Crey nee Fleurelle as a desperate woman. But dead men didn’t think, they just remembered.

For instance, he recalled the night before, when Cienne decided to take out her frustrations on her late husband. This resulted in Seth being dragged mercilessly from his casket, thrown onto their bed and forced to perform an act of vulgarity before he escaped at a sprint, screaming for his mother.

That was not a good day, or so Seth remembered.

Then there was the week before, with the psychiatrist. The man swung a chain with a spiral-patterned disk on it back and forth in front of his eyes, intoning something about love and duty to the kingdom and a proper diet until Seth’s mind went fuzzy.

Seth recalled in unfelt wonder at how, as if controlled by an outside force, Seth had rushed into the pantry, eaten the entire contents and climbed into Cienne’s bed to throw up in her mouth.

That was also not a good day, Seth reminisced, particularly for Cienne.

He also reflected on his daily routine – his force-feeding sessions with the lovely maid Anna. It was a pity he was dead. He remembered her being quite taken with him indeed.

If Seth had an opinion – which dead men cannot have – he would have thought his family to be very imbecilic indeed. Imagine forcing yourself on a dead man! The atrocity! And force-feeding him! What was the point? And as for Anna… well, she had better hope Cienne doesn’t catch her soon. She took respect for the dead a little too far.

If Seth could feel wonder, he would amaze at the power of the human belief system for the way his family kept his position in the household alive using nothing but the sheer force of denial to assist them – but, as a ghost, he could not feel, or think. Just remember.

Seth would always remember the last person who saw him ‘alive’.

He raised a hand idly and gazed at the scar running across his right palm. His memory of his last moments was fuzzy, but the scar proved it had happened, without a doubt.

Seth’s Great Illness had lasted twenty years and counting. He smiled faintly in the privacy of his little refuge. He wondered if he could push it a little more… before his method acting reminded him that he was supposed to be remembering, not wondering.

Seth settled down in the comfort of his casket. Now that Cienne had been left in charge, he could perhaps have some peace and quiet.

Seth rested his eyes, because dead men couldn’t sleep.

 Archibald Hart’s Carpentry Shop, the unnamed capital of the kingdom of Stoneguard on the continent of Truphoria.

Things were about to change in the Hart household – or rather, the carpentry workshop where Archibald Hart was about to be confronted by his apprentice and his new hairstyle. There had never been anything like a hairstyle before. Stoneguard’s residents opined that hair was nothing to be worried about and happened to everyone.

But Howie was breaking the mould – and how broken it looked, too.

‘Who tried to skin you, then?’ Archie asked.

Howie emerged from the market with his sandy hair chopped to half an inch long.

‘A hair stylist from Serpus,’ he said, running a hand through his short-back-and-sides. ‘Reckons I look like the Prince of Adem now. Nice lady. Didn’t try to kill me or eat me or anything. I told you all that rubbish about Serpus wasn’t true.’

‘She was from Serpus?’ asked Archie in horror. ‘I wouldn’t go near someone from Serpus with a barge pole. Their king eats children!’

‘She said there were plenty of children when she was last over. I took a risk. Could be worse, because I could look like you.’

Archie scowled at that remark. To his mind, there was nothing wrong with hair that resembled a grizzled knot of yarn sprinkled with icing sugar, so long as it was kept away from the lathe at all costs. But the problem with Archie was that he was, as Howie put it, an old biddy. This new-fangled ‘style’ thing was beyond him, and would no longer be any use to him in any case, unless he somehow reverted back to twenty and grew a bit.

Archie shook his head and turned to the church bench legs he was working on.

Howie meandered around the debris.

Archie tried to ignore him as the boy tripped over chairs and stools, sending sawdust into the light of the sun and half-made furnishings flying across the room. Fine sawdust soared into his throat and nose, sending Archie into a fit of coughing.

He forever warned Howie about disturbing the delicate balance of the workplace, but he never listened. At least he knocked over his own lopsided handiwork as opposed to Archie’s masterpieces.

‘Adrienne back yet?’

Howie picked up a jewellery box Archie had great contempt for, turning it this way and that.

‘No, but your annual newsletter came for you from your Aunty Doo-Dah from the orphanage. Why?’

‘I made her a birthday present,’ he said with pride, holding up the offending article.

Archie gave it a withering glance.

The dovetail joints quivered as if in response.

‘Hmm,’ Archie said cynically. ‘Jumping the gun a bit, aren’t you? Adrienne’s birthday is in the spring.’

Howie glanced out of the door, lifting an eyebrow.

‘It is the spring, Archie.’

Archie frowned and consulted his diary, unrolling the end of the parchment tacked on the back wall of the shop.

‘Oh,’ he said faintly.

‘You’d notice this if you weren’t cooped up in here all day long.’

Archie shot the window an apprehensive squint.

‘You’d coop yourself up all day too if you saw the things I’ve seen.’

Howie rolled his eyes, anticipating the old lament.

‘I didn’t ship you and Adrienne over here for nothing,’ he said in earnest. ‘There are savages out there, you know. The war normalised it, all the things they do to people. I’ll never forget what they tried to do to you when I first got you—’

‘Yes, yes, they tried to eat me in the night. I know the story. Still pretty sure you dreamt it, though.’

Archie pointed a finger at him.

‘That was no dream,’ he said sharply. ‘They tried to kidnap you and sell you to a lady who eats kids for eternal youth. They drug you so you don’t remember anything, they do it all the time. Look it up in a library.’

Howie’s eyes lifted to the rafters again.

‘Anyway, she’s not back yet,’ said Archie. ‘She’s still on her apprenticeship at the apothecary in the Shades, although whoever gave her that idea ought to have been killed. A woman’s place is in front of the stove.’

‘Don’t let her hear that, she knows every poison in the world now,’ Howie said in amusement. ‘Anyway, she’s very independent. And woman in the workplace is all the rage these days.’

‘I expect the husbands will be enraged, yes. That’s hardly a good thing, we have far too much violence as it is.’

‘Er, no, Archie, I meant—’

‘Anyway, cooking’s less dangerous. Carrots don’t try and rape you for changing its dressing.’

‘She’s fine,’ Howie brushed off.

Archie hoped so.

‘Alright, enough chit-chat, we have a large order to fill for the clergy,’ he said, changing the subject. ‘And try not to bugger up the pews like you buggered up that present, eh?’

Howie pulled a face at him and put the box down delicately.

Archie averted his eyes from the wonky joints. They were physically hurting his brain.

He regarded Howie as they got to work. He was, despite his faults in the woodwork department, a great kid. Possibly the best kid Archie had ever met, in fact, bar a young boy he apprenticed before him who became famous for curing lemurs. Or maybe lepers, he wasn’t sure.

People often said he had the Crey profile. Archie didn’t see it, but he sometimes wondered if he wasn’t related in some way. He had a strange kind of charisma – the kind that borders on hypnotism, pushes the borders on manipulation and downright conquers on indoctrination. Archie supposed that must have been why he kept him on. He did strange things to people’s minds, even Archie’s at times. It was a pity about his carpentry skills. It didn’t matter how charismatic the boy was: as far as Archie was concerned, if he couldn’t use wood properly he wasn’t a real man.

A knock interrupted him.

Archie looked up.

Adrienne beamed at them, laden with rucksacks from her time away.

‘Hi, uncle,’ she said brightly.

Archie grinned.

He had a great many nieces, so many in fact he kept a sign-in book for every one who came to visit, just so he could remember their names. Many were so awful he often threatened to give them away free with any table and chair set, just so he could be rid of them.

But Adrienne was his favourite.

Her auburn hair shone in the morning sun, parts of it turning gold in the light. Her round face was flushed from the weight of her belongings, and her silver eyes – her mother’s eyes – glinted happily as she stood in front of her makeshift family, dressed in an apron that could only be described as the muddied-and-bloodied hand-me-down of a surgeon with as little sanitation as a dung beetle’s basement. Archie encouraged her to wear it to ward off predators. She was too pretty for his peace of mind. Just like her mother had been.

She had been with Archie since birth and he had loved her like a daughter ever since.

Archie rose to greet her with a rare grin. ‘How did you get on?’

‘Great! They recommended I start up here after I sewed a Serpus man’s finger back on. They even offered to lend me some money!’ She beamed with pride.

‘Oh, brilliant, well done. Oi, Howie, take her stuff upstairs, will you? Oof,’ he gasped, dropping a rucksack, ‘what’s in here? You bring back a couple dead bodies as souvenirs?’

Adrienne giggled.

Howie skipped to the door.

‘Happy birthday,’ Howie said, handing her the little homemade box.

Her face lit up at the dreadful artefact, in spite of the chunks he’d hacked out of the lid beside the letter ‘A’.

She opened the lid.

‘Oh, Howie, it’s lovely—’

The joints gave way, causing it to flatten.

She quickly pulled them back into place and closed the lid in one fluid motion.

‘Thank you!’

She threw her arms around his neck.

‘You don’t have to go to so much effort!’

‘It’s nuffin,’ he said modestly.

Archie lifted an eyebrow, knowing if he had presented something of such low quality to her, she’d have laughed in his face.

The boy was a threat to society with his disgustingly heart-warming personality. Or a threat to the female populace, at any rate. Adrienne worshipped him. She’d be married to him by now were it not for the fact that in terms of The Hint, Howie was as dense as a fortress wall.

Howie hefted her luggage onto one shoulder and trudged upstairs, to where the three of them lived.

Adrienne followed at his heels, clutching the box to her chest fondly.

It took Archie a moment before all feelings of unexplained paternal affection for Howie could be pushed out, to be replaced by his usual grouchy demeanour as the thought slacker slid into consciousness once more. 

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[bixels]

Veelin’s full redesign. I’m still debating her skin color.

(More under the cut)

Veelin Le’Pine is the youngest commander of the planet Drezen, a modern world that boasts a strong military for interstellar defense. As well-off as the planet is, it has its fair share of political corruption. Veelin was already an unpopular official in the eyes of the government. She adamantly opposed the current War Draught party, who pushed for military expansion and conquest, and was a Serpus, a race of snake-people had engaged the Red Well War against the Drezen hundreds of years ago. A majority of her rowdy, 6000-people crew are also outsiders and aliens who are not native to Drezen.

Serpi come in all hues and patterns, but green is the most predominant color. All Serpi have heat vision, allowing them to see detect infrared radiation. They have a set of fangs that can be loaded with a venom per will. Their skin is surprisingly smooth, but will flake away into scales if dry. Every couple months, Serpi will shed their skin, peeling off piece by piece. All Serpi are cold-blooded, meaning heat gives them energy while cold makes them sleepy and tired.

Veelin is a serious, aloof, and strong leader. She’s calculating, composed under pressure, and terrifyingly intelligent. Veelin trained both her mind and body to be the perfect commander in Drezen’s military power. She leads her rambunctious crew under discipline and respect. However, she can be too closed off to people and bottles up her feelings. She puts logic over reason and denies the need for romance in her life. Despite this, Veelin has a kind heart and cares about her crew.

Some extra details about her:

Veelin enjoys coffee. She has a French accent and can speak a French-like language. Whenever Veelin’s nervous or on edge, her thin snake tongue flicks involuntarily. Sorion has an enormous crush on her.

[narkonianews]

igurni smo da ne postoji niko ko ne voli oblande. Jedan od najzahvalnijih kolaca, koji danima moze da traje, a ne zahteva komplikovanu pripremu. Pre izvesnog vremena smo vam predstavili oblande sa belim filom, danas je red na novi recept. U pitanju su oblande sa crnom cokoladom i orasima. Jedna bas onako savrsena poslastica. Lako cete ih napraviti, a ko god ih bude probao, bice prijatno iznenadjen njihovim ukusom. Priprema: U dublju serpu sipajte mleko i secer, pa ih stavite na sporet i zagrejte. Kada se secer otopio u mleku, dodajte puter i sacekajte da se otopi. Dodajte i cokoladu za kuvanje, pa iskljucite ringlu. Mesajte sve vreme. Sipajte mleveni keks i mlevene orahe u serpu i sve dobro sjedinite. Ostavite fil za oblande da se malo ohladi (oko 15 minuta). Fil ne treba da bude vruc i previse redak, ali ni previse gust. Na veliku tacnu ili posluzavnik, stavite jedan list oblande. Velikom kasiko sipajte fil, pa ga ravnomerno razmazite, do ivica. Stavite sledeci list oblande, tako da sare budu okrenute nagore. Ponovite postupak dok ne potrosite materijal. Poslednji list oblandi okrenite tako da ravna strana (bez sara) bude gore. Oblande pritisnite drugim velikim posluzavnikom i serpom ili knjigom. Pazite samo da ne bude previse tesko kako se oblande ne bi slepile a fil iscureo. Ostavite oblande na hladno mesto da se stegnu, najbolje preko noci. Kada su se oblatne stegle, ostrim nozem isecite ih u zeljenom obliku (kvadrat, pravougaonik ili romboid). Mozete ih posluziti i sa toplim i sa hladnim napicima. Kada ih isecete, spakujte ih u kutiju sa poklopcem i cuvajte ih na hladnom mestu. Oblande mogu danima da traju, zato i jesu jedan od najzahvalnijih kolaca. Prijatno (smiley) Sastojci i video recept: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgS2FChiN38&list=PLIRfEJPvEP6XdIceasKgGKJkYzEsQMT7c&index=1 #oblande #oblatne #marininakuhinja #vafle #napolitanke #recept #recepti #slatko #cokolada https://www.instagram.com/p/CgEgyhNLlCZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kenguri]

Letnji raspust kod bake I deke na Basti. Za dorucak, zna se, Kacamak I przeno za topkanje. Deda je odrastao na kacamaku I dan danas ga doruckujemo sa njim, koji on inace sprema najbolje I u svojoj 92. godini. . Dedin kacamak sa przenim. Kacamak mora biti cvrst kao kolac, pa sam ga ja ovaj put pravila sa odnosom 2:1 voda:kukuruzno brasno. Dedino omiljeno kukuruzno brasno je sa nacrtanom domacicom inace. Kada je voda provrila, dodala sam malo soli I malo ulja pa sam sipala brasno, mesajuci I razbijajuci grudvice. Ubrzo sam skinula sa vatre I okrenula serpu naopako na tanjir I tako sam ostavila po strani dok spremam przeno. Koristite siru serpu, kako bi se kacamak lepo rasirio. . Przeno je mesavina slanine ili cvaraka, paprike I sira. Dakle izdinsta se sitno seckana paprika (na dve osobe recimo jedna) sa sitno seckanom slaninom (duplo manje od paprike kolicinski) I kada omeksa, doda se sir(vise od slanine, manje od paprike). Ja sam ovaj put dodala fetu I sitan sir, kako nemam onaj ranije pominjani kravlji. Cim se sir rastopi, przeno je gotovo. . . . . #kenguricooks (at Novi Sad, Serbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6XutZtgsZ6/?igshid=1lhif5bc3e475

[valkariel]

Winter Candlelight

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Head: Darbar Serpus of Maiming - woad blue Body: Anabaseios Mail of Maiming - default Hands: Graesvelgr Gloves - default Legs: Imperial Longkilt of Maiming - ink blue Feet: Hypostatic Sollerets of Maiming - corpse blue

Earring: Pearl Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: Augmented Night's Wolf - metallic gold Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Location: Faeberry Atelier

Shader: Faeberry Studio

[receptizadomacuhranu]

Rozata

Sastojci: 9 jaja 15 kasika secera 6 kasika za karamel 2 kasike vanili secera 1 litar mlijeka Nacin pripreme: U serpi rastopiti 6 kasika secera do rumene boje.Razliti ga po cjeloj serpi i ostaviti da se ohladi.U meduvremenu ukljuciti rernu na 180 stepeni C.Umutiti jaja sa 5 kasika secera i vanili secerom,dodati lagano mjesajuci mlijeko sa sobne temperature.Sasuti u ohladenu serpu sa…

[kpopdancings]

tvN will be creating a new music variety show!

New Post has been published on http://www.whatsupkpop.com/tvn-will-be-creating-a-new-music-variety-show/

tvN will be creating a new music variety show!

tvN introduces new musical entertainment.

tvN said on April 26, “The new music entertainment program ‘superhero’ was confirmed, and it will be broadcast first in June, and it will be broadcast following the ‘Big Escape 2’ which is currently broadcasting.

Directed by MBC ‘Masked Wang’, tvN ‘The Suspicious Singer’, ‘The Way to Ithaca’, etc.

‘Great Escape 2’ is broadcast every Sunday at 10:40 pm.

TVN will launch a new music entertainment program. In the MBC, Min Chulki, who directed the ‘Masked King’, directed the production.

According to the broadcasting world on the 26th, tvN will launch a music entertainment program “super hearer” in June. It is scheduled to be broadcast on June 16 as a follow-up to ‘Big Escape 2’ currently on air.

The program is said to be the format in which domestic top singers become ‘superheroes’ and contestants composed of serpu or ordinary people decorate the stage.

What attracts attention is that Ming Ching-ki PD, who directed ‘Masked King’ at MBC, was the producer. Even after he moved to tvN, he was proud of his ability to launch music related arts such as ‘Suspicious Singer’ and ‘Way to Attica’.

The current production team is in the midst of casting a cast.

[figuradistile]

Salute à tutti,

Sta sera parlemu di tendenze nove è più precisamente di a moda salvatica cù stampa d’animali : leupardu, serpu… Ci vole à ave una pezza salvatica per esse tendenza quista rientrata : vestitu, vesta, scarpi, camisgia, pantalone…

Quì, aghju un vestitu longu cù stampa di pitone di a marca Haddes. Ghjè una cullaburazione nova è sò piuttostu cuntenta perch’è l’articuli sò di bella qualità.

A sapete cume vestesi per a rientrata avà!

Eccu u situ : https://www.haddes.com

📸 Ritratti da Joelle Riana

******************************************* Hi everybody,

Today I would like to talk about a new trend but not so new because it is animal print : leopard , snake… You have to wear a printed element during september to be fashion : a dress, a jacke, shoes, blouse or trousers…

In this shooting I am wearing a long dress with python print of the brand Haddes. This is a fresh collaboration and I am really satisfied because the quality is really good.

You know how to dress for septembre!

Here the website : https://www.haddes.com

📸 Shooting by Joelle Riana

[bluenightfyre]

Happy STS! I hope you're having a nice day! How does the world your writing handle disability and how do your OCs work with or around that? -writeanapocalae

The Creys have relatives from Portabella who are wheelchair bound. Since Creys' Keep is primarily a siege fortress (steep hills, tiny doors, stairs, stairs and more stairs), they often retreat to a palace in Serpus to accomodate them on their visits. All apartments and amenities are ground floor for ease of access, lift access to the roof terrace to gaze at a panoramic view of the city, the entire grounds are level ground, etc.

King Theos great grandfather, Elias Crey, was visually impaired, and so much of the castle was renovated for him to navigate by touch, with intricate patterns on the walls to indicate which of the very many rooms were which.

A lot of chapels and other public buildings took inspiration from this castle to mark their doors with similar patterns to mark exits etc, and following this, many homesteads did as well.

Most people, however, only did these for decorative purposes or to copycat the palace, with no true understanding of it at all. There's still a long way to go before the general public gain enough understanding to implement proper changes to accomodate folks with disabilities.

As for disabilities concerning chronic pain and other illnesses, herbologists came a long way in recent years in binding properties from various plants to create pain relief. Anyone with a chronic illness knows to go to the herbalists for help: physicians with their penchant for blood-letting to heal every single affliction can be more harm than good in these situations.

Adrienne, one of my OCs and a herbalist herself, makes it her mission to improve this and medicine practises in general. For someone with such a breathy voice, she can be quite a forceful advocate when she wants to be.

Cienne also steps up during the war in books 4 and 5, to allow refugees and the wounded to rehabilitate in the palace described above while the battles rage outside.

Thanks for the ask! 😊