#server ware

[angiehomeoffice]

India Server Ware: How Do I Pick What's Right for Me?

When it comes to hosting guests or enjoying a stylish dining experience, server ware plays a crucial role. The right server ware can elevate your table setting, enhance food presentation, and make serving effortless. With a vast range of India server ware available, from traditional brass thalis to modern ceramic platters, choosing the perfect pieces can be overwhelming.

To help you find the best server ware for your needs, here’s a guide to picking the right materials, designs, and styles for your home.

1. Identify Your Hosting Style

Before selecting server ware, consider how you entertain and serve food.

✔ Casual Dining – Opt for simple, durable plates, bowls, and serving spoons that can handle everyday meals. ✔ Formal Occasions – Invest in luxurious server ware, such as silver-plated trays or handcrafted ceramic bowls. ✔ Traditional Indian Serving – Choose brass, copper, or wooden serveware for an authentic touch.

2. Choose the Right Material

The material of your server ware impacts durability, aesthetics, and maintenance. Here are the top materials used in India server ware:

✔ Stainless Steel – Durable, rust-resistant, and ideal for daily use. ✔ Brass & Copper – Traditional and elegant, perfect for serving Indian delicacies. ✔ Ceramic & Porcelain – Stylish and refined, best for formal dining. ✔ Wooden Server Ware – Eco-friendly and ideal for rustic table settings. ✔ Glass Serveware – Sleek and contemporary, perfect for modern homes.

3. Pick the Right Size and Shape

Different dishes require different types of server ware. Here’s what to consider:

✔ Serving Bowls – Ideal for gravies, soups, and salads. Choose deep bowls for curries and shallow ones for dry items. ✔ Serving Platters – Best for appetizers, desserts, and large portions of food. Rectangular platters work well for kebabs and finger foods, while round ones suit traditional meals. ✔ Thalis (Large Plates) – Great for Indian meals, allowing multiple dishes to be served in one plate. ✔ Casserole Dishes – Perfect for serving hot meals and keeping food warm.

4. Consider Ease of Maintenance

Choose server ware that aligns with your lifestyle and cleaning preferences.

✔ Dishwasher-Safe Server Ware – Ideal for those who prefer convenience. Stainless steel, glass, and some ceramics work well. ✔ Handcrafted and Traditional Server Ware – Brass, copper, and wooden serveware require regular polishing and handwashing. ✔ Microwave & Oven-Friendly – Ceramic and borosilicate glass server ware are great for reheating and baking.

5. Match Your Server Ware to Your Dining Décor

Your server ware should blend seamlessly with your dining setup.

✔ Minimalist Homes – Opt for sleek, neutral-colored ceramic or glass serveware. ✔ Traditional Indian Homes – Brass, copper, or intricately designed wooden serveware adds authenticity. ✔ Modern Homes – Mix and match stainless steel and matte-finish ceramic pieces for a contemporary look.

Where to Buy the Best India Server Ware?

Finding high-quality server ware online is easier than ever. Whether you’re looking for classic brass serveware or sleek modern pieces, there’s something for everyone.

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By choosing the right server ware, you can enhance your dining experience and impress your guests. Invest in high-quality pieces that suit your lifestyle, and elevate your table setting with elegance!

[emilykaldwen]

I'm seeing this discourse re: people going on hiatus/leaving their blogs and I'm just like yo that's not the actual problem

At the end of the day, fandom is never owned by a select group of people, or a specific trend (flashbacks to Cassandra Claire holding court at the harry potter cons back in the day and on LJ specifically). Tumblr, for what it is worth, is not the center of the fandom universe. And it can be very, very lonely when you don't write the 'popular thing' in your fandom sphere, or are on the popular team. I know my team black friends feel pretty damn lonely here a lot of times.

There's fear. There's jealousy. People are, of course, human and these are all normal and valid emotions. What's not okay is going into people's inboxes on anon and getting weird about it, or hate reading people's fic and making a joke/game out of it. Just stick in your lane. You don't have to be friends with everyone - it is, in fact, impossible to have an actual friendship with 100 people, let alone 20 people. But also we are a community, and we all need to do our part. You don't have to reblog everything. You aren't a hub for that content.

But reblogging what you do like? That should be a no brainer. Likes are nice, but on tumblr, they don't do anything. Just reblog the stuff you like. Also try give things a chance. Reblog things you think someone else might like. For example, I don't really care about Daemon, but my bestie does, so when I see things I think she'll like, I do try to reblog them! (like the Daemon and Laena cut scene that just released).

Our blogs aren't just for us, they are also about the people we care about too. At least, that's the tumblr world I grew up in, where people reblog things and tag our friends in it going 'HEY! relevant to your interests!'

Think of tumblr as going through the biggest thrift store you've ever seen and you find this... IDK cat statue with bat wings and you don't care about it but you yell to your friend in the next aisle about it so they can see it. You hold it up like simba to show!

Also, what the fuck, don't bug people about not reblogging your stuff or walking into their DMs to ask them to reblog things that's weird don't do that.

tl;dr, it's not even about reblogging everything, it's actually about just... reblogging stuff you like and this whole thing, imo, isn't about burn out, it's about the weird gatekeeping stuff I see happening to people. Pockets of people in fandom have made it an overall unwelcoming place and make people feel like they need to become content farms/write only specific things instead of extending their creative legs to write what they are truly excited about.

[stupidhany]

Currently obsessed with the second vers Ashley's song from super smash bros and the more I listen to it I gotta agree

The instrumental really reminds me of Pinky and the Brain like the little March melody? A course singing about the main characters and what they wanna do? The little silly musical sounds in between the song? Little like Patb

which also is kinda fitting for Ashley and red in a way?

They have that grumpy character and happy go lucky character trope going on which I love they're so silly

:]

[myurucrie]

cn and global have different picks this year in deduction vote huh

[nightmaremp]

GUYS!

Don't listen to this guy! He is a scammer!

He got into my account, he fake being a support team member for Discord.

I have a new account for now and if you need to get in the new server, DM me

[anneapocalypse]

So this may not be news to others, but this is the first I've come across it! According to Leonesaurus, who uploaded this capture:

Urianger was being roleplayed by a Square-Enix dev and interacting with players for his first appearance in-game before they implemented him into the story as an actual character. This took place at Camp Horizon on the old Selbina/Ridill server in 2011. Urianger would give players who visited him a 10 min buff for Quickened, Regen, HP and MP increase! Arcanist powers galore! Speaking of Arcanist, you can see on his back the original Arcanist weapon that was intended by the old FF XIV 1.0 team before Yoshida took over and retconned them into wielding books instead from ARR onward.

And here's the key dialogue:

Outside the Adventurer's Guild in Ul'dah:

Alfgar: Hearken adventurers of Eorzea! Ware you the venomous words of false prophets! Alfgar: Adventurer! I ask that you heed not the foul lies of those claiming knowledge of future happenings! Player Character: Who are these false prophets? Alfgar: They appear near aetheryte camps, bedraped in shadowy robes, preaching their untruths to any and all who will listen. Keep your distance, traveler, lest you become tangled in their web of deceit. PC: Are we in any danger? Alfgar: We are all in danger, for fear can drive a man to terrible deeds, and it is seeds of fear that these farls prophets wish to plant in our hearts and our minds. They are not the Archons of legend. They are not our saviors. They only foster unrest.

At Camp Horizon:

Urianger Augurelt: A shadow hangeth o'er the realm, growing blacker with each passing day!

Urianger Augurelt: Darkness descendeth, but surrender not to despair! For the future is forged in the flames of the present!

Urianger Augurelt: I am a mere messenger, entrusted with words of prophecy.

Urianger Augurelt: Awoken but recently to the truth, I come to stir those yet aslumber.

Urianger Augurelt: Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons. Heavens spew crimson fire, hells seep black dooms.

Urianger Augurelt: The senary sun yields the septenary moon - expelling the Astral, beckoning the Umbral. So saith the eternal wisdom of Mezaya Thousand Eyes.

Urianger Augurelt: Open thine eyes, ye seekers of truth! Stand and bear witness to the path that must be trod!

Urianger Augurelt: Awoken but recently to the truth, I come to stir those yet aslumber.

Urianger Augurelt: To spread word of the coming darkness and stoke the flames in your hearts, that they may light the way.

[anniebeckcalla]

too little, too late ( p.sh)

(bf!park sunghoon x f!reader) ◦ ₊ WC!1660> ◦ ₊ CW!prison, violence, long sentences, the law, y/n acting like the first prison gf , slight angst, fluff ◦ ₊

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ღNOTE FROM C. another enhypen story! i don't know much about prison visits, and there wasn't much info when i made research, so this might be a bit inaccurate...sorry for that. thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy it !!

You found yourself zoning out whilst staring at one of the many posters that dotted the mauve wall of the room. The table you were sat at was laminated wood, the varnish chipping at the edges; a few TV Guide magazines sat atop, dusty and unloved.

Beside the door was a clock which ticked alarmingly loudly for its’ small size. When you inhaled, you caught a whiff of stale food, which was rather odd considering the setting. Above you was a single light bulb that filled the room with a mulchy glow.

You weren't the only one in the room- people sat at other tables, some alone, others with families. A couple of them scrolled on their phones, while a handful attempted to take interest in the magazines in front of them. A few stared into space, their minds thousands of miles away.

Despite the gloom, you were dressed to the nines- your makeup was on point, hair washed and styled, clothes freshly pressed. Your hands and ears were adorned with jewellery that twinkled in the light. It almost masked how awful you felt.

There were a million other places that you wanted to be right now, but here you were; on the visiting wing of a prison, trying your best not to fall apart.

It was all thanks to the love of your life, Park Sunghoon. He'd risen to the bait of crime once again, and let himself get caught by the law. Now, he was paying for his actions with loss of his freedom-and half of your heart.

It had only been three months since Sunghoon had gone to prison, but you were losing touch with reality with every day that passed. You couldn't eat, drink, or sleep properly. Even the occasional cigarette did nothing to curb your worries. If you weren't staring into space, you were crying. (You'd made your way through several multipacks of Kleenex.) You had become a ghost of yourself.

Your family had had enough of it all. “Just give up on that bad influence and move on,” your mother had laughed, rolling up a spliff with gnarled fingers. “Goodbye to bad rubbish!” You (obviously) ignored her. Sunghoon was the only person who made you feel like life was worth living. He laughed with you, not at you. He listened to you, acknowledging your fears and worries. He never tried to prove you wrong. He loved you, and you loved him back.

How you missed his warm embraces. You pined after the times that you'd fall asleep next to him, waking up to see him smiling down at you, hand caressing your face. You missed his soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You longed to hear his voice reassuring you that everything would work out, that it would always be you and him, that nobody and nothing would come between the pair of you.

The only problem with Sunghoon was his passion for trouble; he just couldn't seem to stay away from it. It wasn't that he liked committing crimes. He thought himself the server of justice in the community. Any drug dealer attempting to make children transport their wares were kissed with his brass knuckleduster. Any nonces who tried their hand at the vulnerable were mercilessly kicked until their ribs snapped. School bullies who made their victims’ lives hell were dragged through the back lanes by their eyelids. He was the community’s hero; a saviour to the ones who couldn't fight for themselves.

But this time. he'd gone one step too far and caused serious damage. The drug dealer that he'd beaten up with a baseball bat was hospitalised in a comatose state, with no signs of coming round soon. Sunghoon hadn't been sentenced yet, but he was looking at a minimum of five years- yes, a minimum.

The door beeped as it opened, and a prison guard waddled in. She glared hard at everyone in the room as the prisoners shuffled in, daring someone to stare back. You barely noticed her, eyes at the door. All that mattered was him. At last, Sunghoon appeared, eyes downcast. Your own eyes filled with tears, throat burning as it threatened to let out a sob.

You knew that there was no reason to cry. You had done all this a thousand times before; the hourly visits every once a month,the reassurances that prison life wasn't that bad, the promises to send letters and call as soon as possible.

But things were different this time around. This time, you had something you needed to say.

You inhaled sharply when Sunghoon met your gaze, your heart beating faster with every step he took towards your table. Nobody and nothing existed anymore- not the other families, not the prison guards, not the dusty magazines.

Sunghoon walked over to your table and settled down in front of you. Despite your sadness, your heart gave an extra beat. Nothing looked bad on him, not even the grey bleak uniform that he had to wear at all times. In fact, it contrasted well with his pale skin. His jet hair had grown long since he'd gone in, his fringe brushing his lashes and ends curling at his neck.Tears filled your eyes as he took your hand in his, fingers brushing gently over your knuckles.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied.

There was a brief silence.

“How've you been doing?” Sunghoon’s eyes met yours as he attempted to smile. You didn't answer, the tears rolling down your cheeks and smudging your perfect mascara.

“Why are you crying?” Sunghoon's voice was gentle and quiet. “I'm right here.” His reassurance only made you cry more, the warm tears rolling into your mouth and blurring your vision. “I told myself that I wasn't going to cry today,” you gulped, wiping your face with the back of your hand. Sunghoon held your hand tighter. “It's okay, darling. Don't be ashamed to cry.” You took a deep breath as you looked back up at him. Even though he was right there, you missed him more than ever.

“I'm sorry, Sunghoon,” you whispered.

Sunghoon’'s dark eyes glinted with fear, but his voice remained calm. “Why are you sorry?”

“Please try not to be mad at me,” you replied, voice barely audible. You closed your eyes as you faced the table. Sunghoon’s grip increased on your hand. “You'll have to tell me first, won't you?” You let out the breath that you'd been holding. As much as you adored Sunghoon, you had no idea how he would handle what you were about to tell him. You didn't even know if he'd want to be together anymore.

“You haven't killed someone, have you?” Sunghoon laughed. Your eyes shot open. “No, of course not!” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “It's sort of…the other way around,”

“What? Did someone try to kill you?” Sunghoon's eyes rounded, and your hands felt like they would fall off with how tightly he held them.

It was now or never.

“I'm carrying our child, Sunghoon.”

You couldn't look at him as the words fell off your lips. The silence that followed was unbearable. You waited for Sunghoon to let go and stand up, expected to hear “How do I know it's mine?”. You were ready to be abandoned.

“How far along are you?” he asked at last, his voice low.

“Exactly three months,” you replied. “Remember when-”

“I remember, don't worry,” Sunghoon cut through you. He frowned. “Why were you too scared to tell me?” “I don't know,” you stuttered. In that moment, you really didn't know. You silently cursed yourself for thinking that he'd hate you now that you were pregnant.

He let go of your hands, pushing his fringe back. “I've only gone and done it, haven't I?”

“What do you mean?”

“I've ruined everything for us, y/n. I thought I had to be the hero as usual, and I've near killed someone because of it.. Nobody knows how long I'm going to have to spend in here, and you're going to have to raise our child alone, surrounded by people who keep putting you down…”

In a way, Sunghoon's reaction to the news had made everything worse; he'd presented the reality of what was going to happen. It truly would be just you and your child against your community, struggling through each day.

“Think of all the milestones I'm going to miss,” Sunghoon muttered. He looked directly at you. “I've let us all down, y/n, and I'm sorry.”

“Visiting time's almost over,” the prison guard called out.

Sunghoon leaned forward to you, his eyes pleading. “You shouldn't be sorry, y/n. I'm the one who should apologise to you.” Lowering his voice, he continued, “I'm going to be there for our child, y/n, no matter where I am. When they let me out of here, I'll protect you both with my life. I promise.” The guard was waddling over towards you two, possibly hoping to drag Sunghoon away. “I'm so sorry,” Sunghoon whispered. Ever so gently, he kissed his index and middle fingers, placing them on your lips. “Enough of that,” the guard snapped, gripping Sunghoon's shoulder to pull him up and join the other prisoners.

You weren't sad that Sunghoon didn't turn back to to you to wave goodbye; you two didn't say bye at prison visits. It was easier to turn away than to utter the difficult parting words. Instead, you watched the back of him walk away until he was out of sight, hidden away behind the alarmed door.

For the first time in a long while, tears rolled down Sunghoon's face. He let them flow in front of everyone, ignoring the other prisoners’ stares and the prison guards’ mean jibes. As the day turned to dusk, he continued to cry, his face hidden in his bolster.(giving the pillow the much needed wash it deserved.)

He had let you down, and he knew it.

thank you so much for reading, reblogging, and saving !! (ФωФ)

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[techpheeweek]

Techphee Valentine's Event Prompts

Friday, February 14th - Velvet / 'And if you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?' - Somewhere Only We Know, Keane

Saturday, February 15th - Treasure / 'Don't be a stranger to your own heart, don't leave me dancing in the pale blue light' - Pale Blue Light, Jessie Ware

Sunday, February 16th - Reunion / 'I toss and turn, I ache and yearn; for rules to bend; for you to let me in' - Let Me In, Rezz x fknsyd

Guidelines:

You can create a work for as many or as few of these prompts as you'd like. If a prompt especially speaks to you, you can create multiple works based on the same prompt. There's no minimum or maximum on how much you can participate.

Once you have created your work, post it on the designated day and be sure to tag @techpheeweek. You can also tag the post with #techpheeweek. I will be active these days, but if I somehow miss your post, please DM it!

NSFW / smutty works are allowed and encouraged, just please be sure to properly tag the work. You do not have to make your works NSFW if you do not want to, however. The choice in what you make is firmly up to you!

The only firm rule for works is that they cannot be created by generative AI and must not be bigoted. They can be whatever kind of transformative work you like (fanfic, fanart, playlist, podfic, memes, headcanons, custom Legos, etc etc etc.) We just want them to respectful of everyone & made by a person.

I am also going to make an AO3 collection for this event. This isn't a requirement, but makes it nice and easy to see all the works created for the event. You don't have to only post fanfic on AO3 - you can post any fanwork on the site, so everyone who participates is eligible for this. Here is the collection - it is currently unrevealed, so no works will be shown but you can freely submit if you finish early. <3

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Valentines_2025

If you have any questions, feel free to submit an ask or send a DM.

Additionally, if you'd like to brainstorm with fellow Techphee enthusiasts, there is a Techphee server! (Please let me know if the link expires - I don't want it to be a standing invite due to raids, but we are always welcoming new members!)

@swfandomevents @clonefandomevents

[lifesteal-headcanons]

The entire server( + friends that I'll list of in another ask) have monthly game nights.

Clown isn't really good at board games or Mario smash or games like that but is amazing at puzzles.

Branzy just mashes buttons and everything works out EXCEPT, if they're playing horror games. He's weirdly good at those. Spot the difference ones?The only one who's good at them(cough wats skip the tutorial's new video on his second channel cough cough)

Squiddo only plays like,,,three games and she plays them for the lore(big fan of game theory)

Ash & reddoons usually play fighting games(against each other)

Planet usually plays whatever bacon and jaron play cause he doesn't really mind. Except dobble. They loves that game.

UNO is banned. This is bc before the ban certain ppl would just end up screaming at each other or fighting)(mostly the siblings)(that's gonna be in another ask)

Monopoly is NOT banned but it's on very thin ice bc some ppl take it too seriously and use ✨ emotional manipulation✨(Kaboodle)

Clown and Squiddo sometimes do fencing-style sword fights. It's a mixed bag of wins bc while Clown is the better fighter he is used to a more unruly fighting style unlike squiddo who does a lot of fencing in her free tme

There's also a. List of rules. It goes like this

1.no murder

2.no throwing the board of a game across the room cause you lost

3.fighting using weapons is prohibited

4.fighting using olive garden bread sticks is,also, prohibited

5.fighting using and kind of sharp/stick like objects is banned

6.you must ask before you start a pillow war

7.tge nerf guns scattered the floor are NOT to be picked up

8. Don't listen ruke number 7

9. This is a waring. if Rekrap, Kaboodle,Ashwag or minute pick up a nerf gun and smile,run

10.Mappic must ask before biting ppl

11.if you bring snacks you are obliged to share,unless it's chips

12. If Zam and Minute bring cookies, everyone is to get and equal amount unless someone doesn't want one and someone else wants one more

13.Spoke and Ashwag are not allowed to start levitating

14.no balloons

15. Clown and Kab are NOT ALLOWED TO PKAY ANY CARD GAMES OR CHESS. IF YOU ALLOW THEM TO PLAY WITH YOU OR AGAINST EACH OTHER, YOU ARE THE SOLE PERSON RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS

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[pickastitch]

oops

Taking out the cute pink and white checkered blanket, Namarie just sighed, awaiting her partner's attention. She still wore her red and white athletic ware she typically had on when training with her signature backward baseball cap that is just so oddly charming. Lily dawned a cute white shoulderless top with some denim shorts and a simple silver necklace completing the look; a much more appropriate date outfit. The difference in outfits was stark, but in all honesty, they didn't mind at all. If you asked her, Namarie looks the best in her sportswear.

"So I take training with Gem didn't go well?" Lily questioned through giggles. All she could do was shake her head in defeat. Taking time to spread the sheet out and place the shulker on a corner, ensuring it wouldn't blow away, she comforted her girlfriend, "I'm sure you did amazing. It's just, y'know, Geminislay." Taking a seat down, she patted a spot right next to them where Namarie sat.

Leaning on her shoulder, she responded with a hum of acknowledgment. One of her hands idly rested on Lily's thigh. The view could've been amazing without the giant power plant in the way, but the company of one another urged them to stay there. Their hands rested together for a while. Until, Lily took her hand and brought it up to her, and gently kissed it. "I don't care what anybody says. You'll always be the prettiest swordfighter on this server." It made her giddy seeing their girlfriend with such a genuine grin on her face.

[mjonthetrack]

oath 5

1853 - south

The autumn air began to turn crisp and guests lessened in their pilgrimage to the estate. The mistress held fewer events and instead focused on feeding she could go out and hunt even in daylight as she’d managed to use her magic to create a protective ring that saved her skin from burning in the sunlight. Though the other two of her creations were not afforded the same luxury as they were still mastering their control, thankfully for the sake of her stamina when Jonathan pulled through his attention was stuck on one of her hand maids who he seeming was beyond enamored with never leaving the humans side, he seemed to drink out of any word she said, hanging on like she was solvent to his broken equation. He became incredibly possessive and protective of the human until she found out after a read he’d gone and changed her without consenting to Lenora. Lenora sat at her throne like chair in the drawing room, she angrily stared down the pair who were clinging to the bottoms of her dress.

“Please miss I promise I wasn’t trying to be dishonest, we are in love miss, don’t harm him,” the woman who’d she grown to learn was named Trinity cried out. The pairs tears stained the material at her feet as she angrily tapped her nails against the arms of the chair. Then came Roman who’d since gotten a good hold on this new life his urgencies had long waned and he no longer sought the woman’s touch out. “I think you should hear them out Lottie-,” he grunted as his mouth flew shut out of his control. Lenora sneered at the tall man,”you don’t call me that, and the pair of you get out of my sight, if I see or hear a sound from either of you I will kill you both.”

The two were gone in a flash leaving the room silent as she pinched the bridge of her nose, she gritted her teeth when Roman stood looking at her in mild concern his large hands gently massaging her shoulders.”Do not touch me so familiarly as if I can’t smell the lack of intent behind you, get off of me and go away!” Roman felt his mouth free so he could talk but his lips were pressed in a firm line, he hadn’t been able to go out yet to even attempt his purpose in seeking revenge and yet he was stuck in the estate like prison with her sour mood.

Joshua grew more withdrawn and angry at the situation he’d been in, he couldn’t place who he was more angry with. His cousin for getting them stuck in this monster house, his brother for going and getting himself caught deeper into the web of the woman’s world, or her, for being so fucking impossible and too damn deadly to even attempt to reason with or demand his exit. He knew at least a month passed and that his older cousin was no longer bedding the woman nor did his brother or Roman stay in those chambers. He saw workers moving coffins to other rooms, it made shivers crawl up his spine, it was mostly denial that stopped him from admitting what exactly he was dealing with, vampires were near unheard of back home and especially broody ones like Mistress Lenora.

Jey would take pointed efforts to repeatedly ask his cousin and brother when were they retuning but he was just turned away without an answer. He noted the chief had begun to abandon the want to hunt down revenge, everything was changing around him but him. Jey was beginning to think the woman was simply a ghost of a memory from the lack times he laid on her. He warily sat in the empty dining hall, though maids and servers were about polishing the dining ware and setting thing back to pristine glory he was glaring into the glass of cool wine, he grit his teeth, he had no further interest in the dark liquid, he had no appetite to keep being locked away as an isolated outsider.

—————-

Lenora’s actions became reckless, she grew bitter seeing the two look at each other with a desire that far bounded the basic human notions of love. She never felt love, never questioned the way humans satiated in the emotion. Sure she could presume her father deeply cared for her mother and vice verse but it didn’t offer her a taste of the feeling nor the interest in finding out. She grew angry with how even bare interest fell from Roman’s gaze, it wasn’t that she even liked the man in any romantic capacity but the fact he had no plan on gazing at her as his cousin did with her maid. She had constant desire to end them all, to retaliate and rip that away as she hadn’t understood it herself.

This led her to go into town where the humans were long since uncompelled by her, sure there were groups of those who worked in her network but they were far outnumbered by people who were modern versions of the same demons who’d slain so many innocent lives for being different than them. Lenora would feed within the town’s limits, let her victims stumble about without trying to clean them up, she didn’t care about consequences she wanted to bring some fire to her doorstep.

The estate doors flew open and the candles lit with every corridor she passed. Then her eyes went to the small group in amongst drunken guest, “I want you all out of my estate, be gone by morning, if you’re still here I will kill you myself.” This made Jonathan as well as Trinity who both were new vampires and unable to fully comprehend their new lives were begging not to be sent out. Roman’s eyes widened at her words,”surely you are joking, you know if the sun touches our skin we will be ash.” Lenora snorted as she moved to a guest sinking her fangs into the woman emptying her,”you aren’t my concern, you all are so enthralled with leaving even your mortal baggage weighing you down wines incessantly about leaving and Roman don’t change the narrative we both know your only love is finding revenge.” Lenora swiped the blood from her lips then pointed at them,”I don’t give a damn what regards happen to you selfish wastes, you have no place at my table and least of all my protection from the storm to come.”

It was the sound of the other twin clapping from where he sat, swishing his bottle he got up slamming it down,”damn you are one miserable bitch.” Joshua grinned pointing to his cousin and twin,” she is right though you’re so damn selfish, abandoned the goal and me without a care.” Joshua took even steps towards the woman who was standing starkly still at her place at the head of the table,”what I don’t understand is how someone can have the whole world in her fingertips can be so damn whiny, you sit in your fancy estate, elaborate orgies all over every night, you rip humanity away as you see fit, you stay awake at night complaining because someone hasn’t picked you yet.” Joshua didn’t care how she began to lowly shake a deep grumble coming from her chest vibrating the porcelain on the table.

Joshua stood right by her side,”your problem is you’re a fucking brat! An annoying child throwing tantrums when things don’t pan out how you monopolize them to.” Joshua folded his arms over his chest unlike the three who’d froze in fear and tried putting distance from themselves and the woman he spoke lowly for her to hear,”you’re terrified and that angers you, you act as if you’re privileged to not have emotions and we all know you’re just wallowing in self deprecation and anger that even with this damned gift you can’t truly control anything, not a human like myself and not your own elongated death.

The sound of the giant clocks throughout the estate ticked away loudly filling a rigid silence then the sound of their bells donged. Joshua let out a surprised grunt as he’d found himself lifted in the air by his throat, the woman glared her eyes a fiery color,”I should’ve killed you when I saw your eyes lingering on me too long that night.” She looked over at the others,”all of you are setbacks, and you are still human which let me remind you the death I shall grant you will be to my choosing and I will control the pain you feel. She couldn’t control the way the rage seemed to throttle in her veins, she took a deep inhale,”good you mice should be afraid, because after I plan on ruefully enjoying killing you each I will be facing that town on my own.”

Joshua froze his eyes clicked in realization as he locked eyes with her,”you’re copping out, what have you done?!” The woman groaned cursing out she threw him he crashed against the table a small cut from his head made her pupils blow. Lenora tilted her head as the smell of his scent was everywhere, and strong, she groaned as her fangs ached elongating. The others were forced still in their places, she didn’t miss how the man defiantly stared her down only a minuet trace of fear as she flashed onto the table and was floating down until she was above him. Lenora bent down crouching to his level, she lowered her nose into his collarbone inhaling deeply. Joshua froze feeling her so close to him made his heart beat erratically out of his control. Joshua groaned when the tip of her tongue swiped over the cut,”what are you-,” she nipped at his earlobe,”you have angered me Joshua, do not mistaken this as a merciful death.”

When her fangs pierced the skin at the base of the man’s neck he groaned out, he could feel the way pain was searing in his cells, then all he could do was smell and feel her, she was everywhere. Joshua squeezed his eyes shut a moan escaped his full lips which surprised the other three as he seemingly accepted the fate willingly. The muscular man’s hands shook but he reached up with the last of his strength his large hand gently grasped her jawline, his thumb swiped over cheek cleaning his blood from her face. He caught the flash of worry in her eyes which she thought hadn’t been exposed but she bit into her wrist pressing it to his lips. He felt a warm liquid go down his throat soothing the overwhelming burn. His world began to shatter from the one around as the room spun and he felt light headed ultimately falling back. The trio looked as something shifted in the woman, she was panicking smacking the side of the man’s face. She pressed her ear to his chest and was cussing out angrily trying to give some resuscitations as if for undo her own work,”no, fuck! you can’t be like me! I can’t-,” she growled as foreign angry tears blurred his vision as red tears of blood went down her brown cheeks.

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[mumblers-lobby]

Hey mumb 😊

Dropping in to say thanks for playing the GO Ask Game! How about question... 10, 14, 22 and 34?

Have a great day

OMG HIII THANK YOU FOR THESE! They're really fun >:3

10. What traits do you share with Crowley?

looks like a badass but is a soft cotton ball with people they trust lol (physically I share the legendary one-eyebrow-rise default face with him lmao- and I so have trends of dyed red hair and the manbun 2009 hairstyle lol and I ware sun glasses outdoors! and I can hipnotice people with my eyes/hj)

14. Who is your favorite background character from S2?

If you mean background character as in secondary character then It's Shax!!! She's a baddieee I love her so much!! I love all of her styles and she does work as a good Crowley replacement! She is mean and manipulative but she's also really silly at times and I LOVEE that

22. Bildad The Shuhite: hot or not?

Y E S

34. Have you made connections with other people in the Good Omens fandom, here or elsewhere?

YES THE GOOD OMENS FANDOM BECAME MY NEW FAMILY FJKSDNGKS I love every person that became friends with me, I still have some of the friendships I did when I got into it!!

I think the first real friends I made because of it was in a discord server when EVERY got leaked (picture 2 was for my friend Trenton, he did that crochet sweater and I wanted to draw Azi on it <3!! and picture 3 was when one of those friends called Dory make the big effort to send me GO official merch and I cried about it nkjfgn)

Then my biggest group happen when S2 came out, I hosted a stream for over 200 on our discord server at the time. (picture 1 is the group of friends we had at that moment, I still have most of them in my life!) I found my people there and they helped me out a lot 🥺🥺💖

I also found lovely people here and on twitter!! Big artists that started following me and people I admired became my friends /sobs (pix i'm talking about you KJFSDNF) but over all it was, and keeps being, the best community I've been part of and I don't plan on leaving any time soon >:3 we stay strong in the face of difficulties and hug each other!

[life-winners-liveblog]

Watching Last Life- session 8

Part 3

Scott: Ok ... Grian?

Grian: Yeah yeah I'm fine, let's do this.

Scott: Ok then...

~~~~~

Martyn: Last Life Scar is just desperate at this point isn't he.

Grian: He lives on top of a mountain with his llama and is surrounded by enemies and everything he trap he tried to make didn't work like he intended, that is a really stressful situation you know?.

Pearl: He is despised by everyone the one ally he had left him almost immediately and he is living alone in a tower and everyone talks badly about him behind his back, how well do you think you would have taken that?

Scar: Everyone ignored his trades! Called his wares garbage! And he found himself alone without friendships or alliances! He became the villain of the server! Can you imagine being that?

Scott: You three are really simpathyzing with my Scar here...

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Grian: Tango set off his own trap? Well at least I'll have the confort that no matter how bad my traps in third Life were I never died to them.

Martyn: Yeah the problem is that no one ever died to your traps Grian.

Scott: WOW.

Martyn: What? I'm right.

Grian: ... Fuck you Martyn.

Scott: *chokes* Grian?!?

Scar: No, no, no Grian! I never expected such things from you... *shakes head slowly*

~~~~~

Grian: Tiny... Heinz? Thats...genius! If I see my Joel ever again I'm going to call him that.

Martyn: Last Life me is extremely smart actually.

Pearl: Big talk for someone whose last name is inthelittlewood. Do you know how many nicknames can come from that? Shortstick-

Scar: Tinywood!

Pearl: - Microlog, Petiteplank...Smallishtimber...

Scott: Ok this is enough, I think he gets the point.

Grian: ... InthelittleHeinz and Smallishtimber could be perfect for a roleswap universe...

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[melodiclune]

(reblogs are more helpful than likes!)

You know one of the most interesting bits of Scar's Secret Life finale is how circular literally all of his trades end up being.

He gives Tango a heart - which he does end up destroying in the process of taking his final life. He tries to kill Skizz in an act of vengeance just as Skizz tries- but he offers the kill to Joel instead. His position with the Mounders gets more cemented with it, because Pearl's loyalty to them and him depends on how he treats her allies.

He trades TNT for an Ender Pearl with Cleo - the same ones he ends up using to end Etho's final life. The same TNT he gave Cleo circles back to Grian- who had all of their TNT- who uses it on Gem and makes one of the biggest game changing moves. Without that, Gem would have been a beast during the final three battle.

But before that, Grian tries to use the TNT on Scar. It fails, interestingly. I wonder why. (A traders' ware does not circle back to them- it only propogates further, creating profit for them.)

He may be allies with Bdubs- but he's also friendly with Scott. He may be offering Joel the kill on Skizz- but he trades goods with Etho and Cleo. In the end, it is for his own survival that he uses his charisma and skill.

This is when his trades stop being material- but rather an offer of alliance. Immaterial, invaluable at this stage of the game.

"Goodbye Mom" is testament to how his alliance is ultimately to himself. He cares about Bdubs, sure, but he's the favourite. And Cleo may have said that in jest- but he won't let that slide.

When it's down to the Gem and the Scotts vs the Mounders- both sides want him on their team. He just so happens to have better chances and better relationships with the Mounders. (The villain of the server, wanted on both sides? Oh, the irony.)

Just earlier that day, he teamed up with Scott to kill Bigb- how the tides change.

Now his role in helping the Mounders comes into play, because Pearl offers to sacrifice herself to him. He denies it. At this point, he's finally found someone to cement his trust in. ("I don't want to win through sacrifice," he says, as if that isn't exactly how he offered a win to another player, on a distant day. "We do this together," he says, an echo of something else from the desert.)

Gem dies. And this is finally when he turns on Pearl; all of his tit-for-tat trades, material or immaterial, coalescing here.

And he wins. He was never anything but Trader Scar, until the very end.

[inkabelledesigns]

It's not often I get to add a new doll to my collection, much less a new Ever After High doll, but boy did I have an experience for this one. This past weekend, I went to a convention, and it was a great time. Lots of great cosplayers, panelists, and people to talk to, we had so much fun. Before the con even began though, I've been in the discord server interacting with people, when I met someone sharing their wares for the trinket trading/swap meet. When I saw that someone had an Ever After High doll, I reached out excitedly because I was jazzed to meet another fan. I just wanted to geek out about the series, what I didn't expect was to be offered the doll. So the weekend comes, and we met up in between panels. So here I am dressed as freaking Gangle from The Amazing Digital Circus, being handed a Briar Beauty by Inosuke from Demon Slayer. Only at a convention y'all! Only at a convention. X''D They were incredibly kind, I probably said "thank you" and rambled way too much, but it's fine, you expect a socially awkward nerd in that space.

But seeing her in person, I couldn't believe what good shape she was in. I mean she has a stand AND her earrings? That does not happen often, this may be the most complete EAH doll I own. And her hair isn't gluey either! Grateful for that. I washed her up at home and put all her pieces back together, and she is stunning. I have one other Spring Unsprung doll, a Lizzie Hearts with a broken neck. It's not a line I've actively collected (though I would love Cerise from it), but I love all the designs from it. It's so of its time in a good way. XD Happy to add her to the collection, I really need to reorganize my display so she's included.