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[feltcaverns]

@01010010-01100100

thank you for doing that. :) i appreciate it...

[shopwitchvamp]

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!! Well, these prints are really cool and all, but I gotta ask- do you have anything in a different material?”

Never fear, cotton is here!!!

"Finally! A cotton skirt with the same huge pockets! Dare to dream~" /scene 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Redraw of an AU I started writing and drew a panel of four years ago. Featuring Obi-Wan and co accidentally flying through a wormhole and crashing in First Age Beleriand. What could possibly go wrong?

Version without writing, original from 2021 + excerpt from the fic under cut.

Featuring my design for Maedhros and Maglor, and an Ahsoka redesign.

Art only allowed for personal use ie. phone/laptop wallpapers.

Do not repost or upload. Reblogs are always appreciated.

Except from the scene:

Maedhros was making his way to lunch when the young soldier came running through the gates, pausing by the redhead to bow before running to Maglor’s office. At the end of the hallway, he paused. Maedhros quirked an eyebrow.

“My Lord! I have an urgent message for Lord Maglor... But perhaps it would be easier if I told both of you.”

Maedhros inwardly frowned but nodded and strode to his brother’s room, the soldier jogging to keep up with his long strides.

Maglor was carrying on with the reports he’d almost fallen asleep on the night before when the sharp knock caught his ears. The door opened.

“My Lord. Commander Lintiel has found the foreigners.”

“Tell me what happened.” Maglor commanded, waving in the two elves.

The soldier proceeded to tell them of a transport that fell out the sky and the strange occupants within it. How their weapons shone with light and their skill in combat and survival.

“I would not have believed had I not seen with my own eyes. They do not seem hostile, but remain under guard. There are two Generals, a Captain and a Commander. The younger General is a former student of the other; he now teaches the Commander.”

“How long until they arrive?”

“Sundown.”

“And the orcs?”

“All dead. But their numbers have been increasing.”

Maglor shared a look with his brother.

“Thank you. Brief my Captain on the situation then get something to eat. You have done well.” Maedhros dismissed the guard, who left with a bow.

The door closed and the redhead pulled up a chair with a sigh and a wry smile.

“Since when did you get foresight Kano?”

Maglor looked at him flatly.

“Not foresight. A feeling.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Yes.”

“Alright alright.” Maedhros conceded, raising an arm in surrender.

Maglor rolled his eyes, but capped the ink pot and leaned back in his chair, a single hand rubbing his eyes.

“So, oh great Lord of Himring. How do we handle this one?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you? You said they weren’t a danger.”

“I said they’re not necessarily a danger. Clearly, whoever or whatever they are, they have skill and could most definitely be a problem if they wanted to. We must be cautious.”

Maedhros smiled sharply.

“That will be no trouble.”

Maglor gave him a reprimanding glance and stood, walking to the main entrance of the fortress.

“Do try not to frighten them away, dear brother,” he said dryly, “they are not hostiles.”

Maedhros rolled his eyes.

“Another... feeling?”

Maglor scowled.

“If I say yes, will you listen?”

“I trust you, brother.” Maedhros replied, now serious. The two elves paused by the gate. He looked the younger in the eye. “I know you will not lead me astray.”

Maglor smiled and nodded, the weight of the words not lost on him, and the redhead returned the smile. An hour passed in which guards were surreptitiously placed around the premises, but the two lords knew the security would most likely be seen. One did not simply become a general, and by the sounds of things, these foreigners were young even for mortals.

There was a signal at the gate, and Maedhros nodded. A few shouts later, the gate was opened and Lintiel rode in ahead, leaped off her horse and bowed to the Feanorions.

“My Lords.”

Lintiel as an elf of the Gap faced Maglor, who stepped forward.

“Lintiel. Report.”

The news was as expected, almost the same message the young soldier had given.

“As of yet they have shown no signs of hostility towards us.” She paused for a moment, weighing up her next words and Maglor gently pushed her on.

“Speak, my friend. You would not do so unless you were sure of something.”

Lintiel frowned slightly and replied.

“I know I have met them for barely a day, but I feel drawn to these strangers, they radiate a strange inner light. Nevertheless I am wary.”

The brothers exchanged a surprised glance, and now Maedhros replied.

“You have done well, Lintiel, we will take your words into consideration.” Maedhros now called with a loud voice that all the soldiers could hear. “Eat then rest, all of you. It has been a long hunt.”

As the soldiers bowed then made their way through, Lintiel muttered to the two:

“They speak only the tongue of Men.”

She called the soldiers surrounded the four travellers forward, gave a short bow, then left, gesturing for the cavalry to follow and the four to stay where they were.

Once alone in the main hall, Maedhros and Maglor analysed the beings before them, taking note of them doing the same. Some time passed before Maedhros finally spoke, projecting his most kingly aura.

“So. You’re the ones I was told to expect.” He paused, ignoring Maglor rolling his eyes at the drama. “Who are you and what do you want?”

Obi-Wan stepped forward with a bow, not at all intimidated.

“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. My companions are Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex of the 501st Legion. We seek shelter and a place to rest. Unfortunately our transport has been damaged beyond repair and communication to our men will take some time to figure out and re-establish.” Obi-Wan paused. “I should also mention that Ahsoka here is of a species common to where we come from. She is no creature like the orcs.”

Maedhros nodded once, but still stared disconcertingly at the four, watching as the Captain’s hand tightened around the strange black weapon, and the two youngest beings grasped the silver hilts on their waists.

Only the Master did nothing, meeting his eyes with firm resolve.

[alivehouse]

hiiii would you happen to have your satellite recording in any kind of shareable format? i work with satellites informally and they're so lovely... thank you very much for sharing it to start with and no worries if not possible!

hi so its not my recording, it was originally posted here. im not really sure how clyp works because i dont really use that site but hopefully that helps, i wish u the best of luck in your satellite endeavors 👍

[forsaken-dawn]

In the pursuit of paradise you’ll sacrifice the souls that made life worth living.

[corviiids]

weirds me out seeing screenshots/remakes of posts captioned "op made this unrebloggable so i reposted it!" like... op made this unrebloggable... john mulaney voice... doesn't anyone wanna think about whyyy

[yelladiamond]

Dear black people, butter knives🍴 are NOT flat head screwdrivers🪛😂🤣

You’re welcome😉

[kandibatz]

leeeeeelas i ♥ my mom

[timeskip]

I started a fic about Alluka's isolation and how she sees Nanika and Being A Zoldyck but I feel like it might be too angsty... I don't have an ending planned for it, I don't really want to end it on her getting released because I've already done that twice ??? Also I'm keeping Killua's presence to a minimum to emphasize the isolation aspect of it. So I'm just like idkkkk idkkkkkk I don't want it to end with her being miserable but idk what kind of ending for it would work

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, a silverVdyne fic | 21k words, rated E |

chapters one | two | three | four | epilogue | playlist

summary: It’s been months since V brought Johnny back from beyond the Blackwall into his own new, cloned body. Physically, Johnny’s recovered. He goes out and does the odd gig with V. Everything’s going relatively fine for a former dead man.

It’s just, now that he’s in his own body, Kerry doesn’t want to see him anymore.

Inspired by @m0cktails artwork

tags: silverdyne, silvervdyne, hurt/comfort, johnny silverhand has a body, post-canon, false memories,

[lieahsblog]

tips to get a reader’s attention?

Two members of this specific family need medical treatment.

Razan, 22, has been trying to share her family’s campaign since February of this year; when the campaign was opened.

Their campaign sits at less than $3k.

You, lovely reader, can help this family by donating if you’re able to. Even a share, which helps their underfunded campaign be seen by more people, is still so incredibly helpful.

Their donation goal of $50k may seem overwhelming, but if 400 people donate $125, they would reach their donation goal in its entirety.

So if this post is on your screen, please help by donating or sharing.

[kirkwallsbane]

that one post the other day asked about Lavellan's family members and reminded me that I had concepts of rewriting the 'Protect Clan Lavellan' war table missions as an actual playable quest, especially one in my world where my companion OC Enasel'an Lavellan is involved

Anyway i've since written 6 pages of notes on how the quest would work and how Enasel'an specifically as a companion ties into it

[yume-fanfare]

I wanna hear about your ocs please!

ohhh! by kindating on that one post i was talking abt the enstars producer girls (idk if you saw the last time i drew them?) that apparently caused a bit of a sensation on twitter a while ago. got actual fujo vs yume arguments in my replies it was great

but i don't actually have many ocs in the traditional usual sense of the word? im actually not thaaaat creative and original of a person to have a cast of characters of my own to play with freely....... i have no personal passion projects or anything planned like that but im along for the ride with anything other people want to make. it's more that when i have to write an original story, i therefore Have to create characters and just go on from there. and once im done they usually stay in the story. but those rarely if ever make it to my tumblr so i haven't talked about them much hsfkgksjks

in that sense, the last ocs i made were an agender pirate who's a bit of a pushover, is a romantic at heart, and has a genuine interest in marine biology, and their childhood friend, a careless treasure-seeking pirate who fucked off to a deserted island somewhere for a years-long vacation without telling anyone. and also my precious child 20 year old loser failed actress who thinks shes a big shot and gets trapped in a time loop.... that story id like to fully finish and try to put it out somewhere but writing would actually be the Easiest part. and i guess my next oc will be a college freshman living on their own for the first time, who chugs monster energy drink for breakfast. i really really need to work on that soon

[averlym]

[dreamersneverlose]

Okay no you know what? I’ve held my tongue on this for long enough (everyone in my life knows my opinion on this topic) - I have a very deep beef with chain restaurants changing their soft pretzels as if that isn’t a direct personal attack against me, specifically. First it was Applebees beer cheese and pub pretzels like 5 years ago. They used to look like this:

Long, skinny, look like they’d be dry as fuck but they were soft on the inside with a delightfully crisp exterior and the beer cheese was DIVINE. This is what they replaced it with:

This switch happened around the same time Applebees added breadsticks w/ Alfredo dipping sauce to their list of appetizers. When I tell you that these things are just straight up the breadsticks with a spray tan. I’m not sure if the breadstick flavor made the beer cheese taste like Alfredo, if they mistakenly gave me Alfredo sauce, or if they straight up replaced the beer cheese with Alfredo sauce. I can tell you that I tried it at two different locations (hoping the second would have the old ones) and then swore off Applebees forever.

But you wanna know a recent, even more heinous soft pretzel betrayal? Monk’s Bar & Grill. I don’t think I’ll even have to explain this one. Here’s the old pretzel option:

And here’s what they replaced it with:

They don’t even salt these bland, dry, cheap bites. Monks, how could you?

I hope Culver’s doesn’t get any wise ideas from these chumps.

[yelladiamond]

DYKTMM?