#spike ree

[wetcatspellcaster]

i love the way your fic breaks my heart - do you have any book recs or other fic recs that inspired you or have the same kind of angst? it hurt so good 😫

Hi anon! This was a really nice message to receive... I have no idea if I emulate the writers I admire or not, but I certainly figure there are some books that have informed me in my past and it was fun thinking of them to answer this question!

For fic, please just check my bookmarks on AO3! I actually write a little different to what I read (I also don't tend to read much for the pairings I write for, combination of 'feeding myself' and fighting off the potential for imposter syndrome/accidental plagiarism) but the fics I've bookmarked are all ones that I objectively loved and also reveal all of my fictional obsessions... knowing myself, the angstiest ones there will be Spike/Buffy :')))))

As for books! These are some basic bitch recs but I'm a basic bitch so-

Holly Black has a big influence on the kind of heroines I write, and her books are usually a little angsty although they have happy endings... most people have heard of The Cruel Prince which is one of my favourites, but Coldest Girl in Coldtown is a standalone vampire novel and is pretty good for angst that hurts in the right way tbh, that heroine is really Going Through It

Sarah Rees Brennan (good fic author and good author) taught me everything I know in The Demon's Lexicon, which is just a really funny, trashy YA novel except that the plot twist is tragic af and I saw it coming from chapter one and it still hurt so good! In Other Lands is not angsty AT ALL but great if you like slow burn romance.

I write Darklina for a reason :') Leigh Bardugo got good at the right amount of angst with Six of Crows and I KNOW that's a basic bitch rec but KAZ/INEJ ARE THE 'ANGST THAT HURTS SO GOOD' BLUEPRINT!!!!

I remember Marie Lu's The Young Elites trilogy making me cry for hours in the good way and I'm now worried that was formative.

This is not a romance book and doesn't have romance in, but The Book of Lost Things by John Connelly is an amazing novel about grief and processing loss through and using fairytales and I'm reading the sequel now and honestly? God-tier writing.

The Wicked and the Divine is a comic book series but it's sexy af and definitely gets that balance of 'sacrifice' vs. 'selfishness' that it seems I've become lowkey obsessed with.

I also just recently read an amazing fantasy duology by AK Larkwood (The Unspoken Name and The Serpent Gates) and I'm adding it here bc these were the first books that I'd read in a long time that were genuinely... aspirational - I wanted to learn from them and try to write more like that author. They had just the right balance of angst and levity... also there is a peak Astarion coded character in them tbh so people should read them for the hot fucked-up elf boy.

[whumpy-writings]

The Wagon

Reeve Masterlist // Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

This takes place right after Tribute

CW: Minor whumpee (OC is 16), slavery, vampires, restraints, stress position, implied future noncon

Reeve came to with a headache that pounded like a blacksmith against an anvil. He groaned. Where was he? He felt wooden boards under his cheek, a rumbling motion. . .

All at once it hit him. The wheat, the vampire torturing his father, Reeve trying to protect him. Reeve barely held back the sob that bubbled in his throat. He was in a wagon, being taken as a blood bag. He tried to sit up but immediately collapsed back to the floor. The world spun around him and he groaned.

"Looks like the blood bag is awake," someone called. Reeve's heart skipped a beat. He fought against the shackles tying his hands behind his back until warm blood oozed down his skin, but it was no use.

"Stop that," the sergeant snapped. "You're only hurting yourself." Reeve continued to struggle. The wagon rolled to a stop. The next thing Reeve knew, one of the sergeant's hands was fisted in his shirt, other other pulling his head back so he was forced to look the vampire in the eye.

"I said stop, blood bag. I expect to be obeyed." His face was stony and a spike of terror shot through Reeve. "Defiance won't help you now. The only thing that will help you is me. I know of several. . .establishments looking for humans of your age." He looked Reeve up and down in a way that made his skin crawl. "If you're good, I'll sell you to one of the nicer ones."

Reeve's breath hitched in his throat. He didn't understand what the sergeant was talking about, what those establishments were. But he did know that this man was dangerous and had no qualms about hurting humans.

"So sit there, don't pull at the restraints, and don't make a fuss. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Reeve choked out. The sergeant nodded.

"Excellent. We have one more village to stop at, then we'll make camp for the day."

The sergeant dropped Reeve back to the floor. The wagon resumed its journey through the night. Reeve blinked back tears as he stared up at the sky. It was cloudy tonight and so dark he could only make out the shapes of the vampires on horseback around the wagon. The vampires surrounding him. He needed to get out of here. But he didn't know how.

"There it is," a soldier said.

Reeve took a steadying breath before pushing himself to a sitting position. Despite himself, Reeve was curious. He had never been to a village outside of his own.

As the wagon rolled into the square, Reeve felt a pang of homesickness. It all looked so familiar. The houses were low to the ground with thatched roofs, a handful of torches casting a flickering glow on the scene. Just like home.

The sergeant dismounted and walked towards the sacks in the middle of the square. There were a couple dozen humans standing around and Reeve wanted nothing more than to run to them.

"Well, I see that you actually made your quota," the sergeant said. "I'm impressed."

Reeve was suddenly hit by the realization that this was his chance to escape. He wormed his way to the side of the wagon. The vampires were focused on the tribute, nobody was watching him. He couldn't easily climb down over the side with his hands tied behind his back, and he had to stay low so that the soldiers wouldn't see him. Reeve awkwardly swung a leg over the side, still in a crouch.

Well, here it goes. He flung the rest of his body out of the wagon. For just a moment, he hung in the air. Then the ground rushed up towards him and he landed with a thud that knocked the air from his lungs.

"What was that?"

Reeve's heart spiked even as he struggled to get his lungs to inflate. He couldn't run if he couldn't breathe. Painfully, he attempted to squirm his way away from the wagon and into the shadows of the buildings.

"Look what we have here," a voice said. Reeve squirmed faster. "The blood bag's trying to get away."

"Hey, don't stop him. I want to see how far he gets." Reeve threw his head over his shoulder to glare at the vampires who stood right behind him, leaning on their muskets.

"Fuck you," he spat.

The guards' jovial mood vanished.

"We'll have to punish you for that. That's no way to speak to you superiors."

The guard reached him in three steps and Reeve tried to roll out of the way. He was too slow though and the leech's boot stomped down on his back, pinning him in place.

"What should be the punishment? I would muzzle him but we don't have a good metal one with us," the guard whose boot was on Reeve's back said.

"We could tie him to the cart and drag him behind it," the other suggested.

"Tempting."

"But we don't want to risk messing up such a pretty boy when he'll nab a fortune at auction. Lets bind his ankles to his wrists. He won't be trying to escape like that."

Reeve cried as the vampire stretched his arms behind his back and tied them to his ankles. He could hardly move now, and there was no way he could escape. The vampires threw him back in the wagon, along with the tribute from the village. And then the wagon was moving again.

Reeve cried. It was over. He would never be free again.

After a while, the muscles of his back and legs and shoulders began to throb.

"Please sir," Reeve begged, as the wagon rumbled on, each jostle sending a stab of pain through him. "Please, I won't try to run away again. Please just untie me."

The vampires ignored him. Reeve spent the rest of the night in that position. Tears were dried on his cheeks, and he was cold and hungry and scared but the leeches didn't care. Finally, just as dawn was painting the sky a dusty pink, they stopped.

Reeve couldn't see the vampires, but he could hear them bustling around, presumably setting up camp. The wagon rocked as the sergeant got in.

"I heard you tried to escape," he said, crouched in front of Reeve. "A disobedient human needs to be punished."

Reeve whimpered a little at that. His muscles were screaming at him. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes sir," Reeve said. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." He hated giving in to this monster, but he couldn't stand the pain any longer. The sergeant reached out and Reeve flinched, but he only ran his hand through Reeve's hair. It reminded Reeve of the way he pet his dog back home. Bile rose in his throat.

"You're a very pretty boy," he said. "Be obedient and you'll have a good life." Reeve couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him at those words. Whatever the sergeant had planned for him, he was sure it wasn't good. The sergeant stared at him for a moment longer before he finally released Reeve's ankles from his wrists.

Reeve sobbed as blood flowed back into his hands. His arms were still bond behind his back, but the awful, awful tension in the shoulders and back and legs was lessening.

"Thank you sir," Reeve said. The sergeant picked him up and slung him over one shoulder. He propped Reeve up against a tree, and then took a coil of rope and tied him to it. The vampires got into their tents just as the sun peaked over the horizon, leaving Reeve tied up in the chilly morning air. Reeve halfheartedly pulled at the restraints before he fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

...

The vampires awoke at dusk. Reeve's neck ached from sleeping tied to the tree. He eyed the vampires as they packed up camp. They were dressed in green uniforms and moved with a precision he had never seen before. Within half an hour, their whole camp was packed up. Two vampires untied Reeve and tossed him into the wagon with the rest of the tribute. They didn't speak to him. Reeve's stomach ached, but he didn't dare ask for food.

"Come on men, it's only a couple hours to the fort," the sergeant said.

Reeve curled up on his side and buried his face against a sack of wheat. The earthy smell gave him a bit of comfort. It smelled like home. Reeve inhaled deeply, tears burning his eyes. He cried silently for what felt like hours.

Reeve didn't move when the cart rolled to a stop at the fort. He was past being angry, past being scared. Now he was just numb, exhaustion in his bones. There was no point in running or fighting. There was no point at all.

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[featheredstorms]

This is for fun mostly!

i’m making moodboards for the people i enjoy the most and that are on my feed the most. if you aren’t on the tag list you can always shoot me an ask saying who you are then i’ll give ya one. these are going to keep me occupied for a couple of days but i’ll make sure to squeeze your name in there if ya want one! 😚🤍

🏷️ list: @arcturion-the-joke (arc), @firelitsparks (aster), @dolladooley (dolla), @davenweenie (eren), @samtallchester (filipa), @bucky-babygirl (iszy), @klepto-kaz (jae), @eatmarcus (kev/rodent), @ma-except-lab-rats (ma), @neurodivenport (max), @mushed-kid (mush), @spikes-got-anger-issues (pine), @rafecameronnslut (ree), and @tabl3 (tabby/tabs)

this is on top of my current rewrite of my fanfic but i can’t focus on one thing for too long because i’ll get bored of it, so this will be the second thing i’ll occupy myself with.

[justsingersandbeats]

OH NO NO!! No killing here!! No sir ree!! We just wanted to ask you for a couple of directions lil guy!! ^_^ we don’t want to wear your skin!!

@midnightrosesblog @techy-the-bot-anon @lavthequad

???: That sounds good! Okay. Just give me a bit and-

???: ...

???: AAAAAAAAAAAA-

Fresh: GODS! I'm not here to infect or shatter anyone or anything!

???: BUT YOU-

Fresh: Look, I'm not in Combat Form! No spikes!

???: I don't- and- well-

Fresh: You can at least trust these other guys, right? I'm here with them. I promise.

???: ...

???: Fine. Where do you want to go?

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[titanchaser]

they’re quiet, for a very long moment, as Arven talks about his parents. The people he loved. The people who left, or died.

They listen to him talk about Juliana. About how he loves her. It’s obvious that he cares about her a deep deal, and…

But even then

but… even then.

He still sounds so sad.

Ree chews their bottom lip, for a moment, nervousness spiking in their chest, before they reach over to take his shoulders in their hands, before —

pulling him close, so close.

“You did a good job, Arven.”

He knows Ree has gone through hell and back. He was rather caught up in his own personal business when that PWT was going on, and when they were recovering from whatever that Ghetsis guy had done to them, he was somewhere in the future, learning about his legacy and what he would have to do when the time came. In many ways, he felt like he hadn't done enough for Ree.

Ree had become like the kid sibling he'd never had. Family was supposed to stick together, right? ❝ Ree... ❞

Then, the teen's arms are around him, and they're telling him that he's done a good job. At what, he's not sure, but it's ... it helps.

❝ Thanks. And you, too, Ree. You're always working hard for the people you care about. I'm glad I've got you on my side. You mean a lot to me. And if you ever need anything, I'll be here to help out. ❞

[ondragonwings]

Iseri :||: A World of Warcraft Character Sheet

A Character Sheet specifically designed around the online MMORPG, World of Warcraft. (Feel free to use it!)

BASIC

The most basic of character information for your World of Warcraft Character.

Characters Name: Iseri 

Meaning: Bold in Draconic

Pronunciation: Ee-seh-ree

Characters Aliases/Pseudonyms: Harrier Iseri

Nicknames: Her clutchmate Perithyian called her Isi.

Alternate Names: Harrier, for her role as a Harrier of the Dark Talons; a sky based warrior that harries those aerial or land based combatants

Character Age: She is an adult, but as with all Dracthyr it’s hard to tell how old she truly is

Birth Date: She couldn’t rightly tell you

Real Life Zodiac: I’d put her at either a Virgo or a Leo for funzies

Character Race: Dracthyr

Tribe/Clan: She is a Dark Talon

House: See above 

Faction Allegiance(s): She is more Neutral in allegiance, aiming to be of use to both sides should she need to be

Characters Nature: Caretaker

Reason(s): For all her enthusiasm, the one thing she strives to do is to make sure others are taken care of before herself.

Character Demeanor: Adherent

Reason(s): She appears to be wholly dedicated to the ideals and concepts put forth by Neltharion as well as the Dark Talons. 

Characters OOC Class: Evoker (Only one available atm! I hope someday we’ll get more opened up…)

IC Class: I would say she’s a spell-warrior of some sort. 

How/Why: While I don’t have a specific name for it, the way I imagine she weaves her magecraft into her combat is different than the way the Evoker plays and I like to imagine she would get along swimmingly with several of the more spellblade type classes. She is a mage, but she is a sword wielder. Between both two handed swords and one handed swords she has full proficiency in warcasting and isn’t afraid to use it. She’s also not that bad at attacking with wings and claws as well.

Theme: Battle Symphony and One More Light - Linkin Park; White Flag - Bishop Briggs

Meaning: Between both of these songs, there’s a warrior who has yet to see the darkness in the world. Or if she has, she refuses to let it dampen her own. She may not be a Paladin, but she holds herself to the ideals and concepts of defense of others. “I fight so that others do not need to.” would be a strong contender for a single phrase I would use to describe her. She is a warrior mage, one that refuses to back down and if she has a choice, you wouldn’t fall for she would be there to catch you. I also added White Flag because there is still trauma from the realization of the betrayal of Neltharion for the Dracthyr, and while she isn’t fully ingrained in that being something that was awful, it was a necessary evil for them to persist to now, there’s still a “not giving up” vibe for her. That vibe persists through all three songs. 

PHYSICAL

The physical attributes for your World of Warcraft Character.

At a Glance: Iseri is a tall, lithe Dracthyr with larger than average wings. Her scales are mostly red with black stripes, and her horns and talons are a gradient shade of vibrant azure blue. Her glowing eyes are of a blue that match her horns and talons. She dresses either in a simple waist wrap and jewels, or in full armor.

Description: Tall and lithe, Iseri is dominantly of a red coloration. Her back and stripes are of a deep black, while the inner membranes of her wings are golden in hue. Her horns are long and branch into three sections, starting with a lighter blue at the base and turning into a darker indigo shade the farther from her body they get. Her talons and other spines match her horns. Her wings are larger than average, meant to allow her to spend a longer period of time in the sky, as well as formed in a softer shape to allow for a more quiet soar, aiding in her aerial stealth. Her tail is long, ending with a set of spikes - that she can and does use as improvised weapons when in combat - that match her horns and talons. Her face is strong, long and her nose is tipped with a pair of horns that, like the rest of her sharp bits, match her horns. 

She has two standard sets of outfits she wears. The first is a wrap around her waist with a single tabard draping down between her legs, adorned with claw-made and non claw-made jewelry. This is what she would determine as her civilian outfit. Simple, but covering the bits that mortals have issues with. Her second primary outfit is a fully armored outfit, choosing to have a heavier look to herself than her build and her fighting style would imply. This fully armored outfit is a mix of scale and plate, and has no adornments except for her wing talon coverings. She chooses to wear armor the color of the clouds, so she can blend better into the sky as she descends to mete out death upon her enemies.

Most Dracythyr, if not all, have a Visage. She does not frequently appear in her Visage form, as it feels like a lie to others about who she is. However, she is of a darker skin tone with vibrant azure eyes and red hair striped with blue. Her hair is cropped short in a bob, and her large horns split through her hair separating bangs from the rest of her hair. The black stripes stay true in her more humanoid form, accenting her darker skin. She remains tall and lithe in her more human form, and chooses more simplistic mail outfits to wear or simple cloth outfits. She does sometimes find that remaining in her Visage form to work on her jewelcrafting is more helpful, but still has a preference for her true Dracthyr form.

Physical Marring(s): Underneath where the membranes of her wings meet her back is an old, puckered scar that runs horizontally across her lower back but above her tail. 

How?: In a mass combat that she barely remembers

Importance: Her clutch-sister Perithyian healed her, saving her from the brink of death with the severity of the wound.

Armor: In her true form, she wears full armor of mixed scale male and plate. In her Visage form she wears simple mail armor.

Clothing Choice: She wears a simple waist wrap that dangles and hides her “bits” for mortal sensibilities. In her Visage form she chooses to wear simple cloth clothing of various styles.

Jewelry or Additional: Her favorite thing to wear is jewelry! There are so many options, and she changes them up frequently.

Voice: Low and melodic, Iseri has a slight rasp to her voice

Impediments: Occasionally, when really enthusiastic, she will speak with a more sibilant tone and have accidental emphasis on her S’s

Voice Claim: Nika Futterman as Vayne from League of Legends

Stats: Stats that stand out strongly for your character. Listed below is a place for D&D style ability scores. You can put here reason’s why one or two stand out more than others, and where others might not stand out as much.

Strength: 13

Dexterity: 19 (+1)

Constitution: 15

Wisdom: 12

Intelligence: 19 (+2)

Charisma: 10

MENTAL

The personality and quirks behind your character.

Personality Rundown: Iseri is stubborn to a fault, impatient and strong-willed. However, to compliment these, she is always willing to help others out, has a kind heart, and will never back down from what she knows to be right. Intelligent and thoughtful she does her best to understand that she can be unsettling to others, and attempts to be both respectful as well as compassionate.

In Depth Look: Iseri is complex in that she has had to come to a rapid shifting of her own beliefs about the way of the world and where she fits within it in a short period of time. Like many of her Dracthyr siblings and family, she had a fervent dedication to Neltharion that she feels would have gone far deeper even without the Titan Artefact that bound the Dracthyr’s wills to his. She truly loved her father, as many of her kind did, and has had to radically accept the fact that he wasn’t the dragon they all thought he was. However, that doesn’t stop her from desiring to live up to the dragon she, and others, thought him to be. That she can be just as strong as the ideal that he became for them. She has a passion for learning, for experiencing new things, and enjoying the life she has been given. Does she miss the old ways? Yes. But she now has a freedom to choose, and the fact that that freedom had been taken away from her at a certain point in her, in all her peoples, life is a darkness that she has yet to reconcile with the belief in her father. She believes in the idea of what her father strove for, but no longer the dragon he was. She firmly believes that Wrathion is the best option, of the two, for leading the Black Dragonflight, as he and Ebyssian both helped the Dracthyr and she feels that the Dracthyr owe them both a great debt. She finds that Ebyssian would truly be the better of the three, and knows nothing of Sabellion aside from what she’s been told. Actions, to her, speak louder than words and she is wont to follow those that do over those that say. She misses her two clutch-mates very much, but does not mourn them. She mourns for those lost as the Primalists attacked the Dracthyr Creche’s, however, but does not do so in a sense of grief but of celebrating their lives.

Strengths: She is a very intelligent, compassionate creature willing to help those in need or be a kind shoulder to lean on

Weaknesses: She is stubborn, proto-drake headed, and impatient. She doesn’t take needless orders very well, and tends to prefer to work solo over as a team

Likes: Drawing and reading, listening to others make music although she’s too shy to join in herself, experiencing new things, fine wines, making new friends.

Dislikes: Overly sweet food, beers and ales, the color yellow (No, it isn’t gold. There’s a difference!), being restricted, being told what to do for no reason, poultry meats, bananas (they’re just too mushy!), being alone for too long.

Favorites: She adores the colors of gold and red, much of her jewelry is styled in that manner and she loves much of the Sin’dorei designs because of this. Her favorite foods are berries, any berries, and fish, any fish. She loves the sensation of a long dive from the sky, only to break the fall by snapping her wings open. And the smell of fresh ink on paper brings joy to her heart. 

Quirks: When she sneezes she sneezes five times in succession. She likes to think it’s because there are five Flights, and she sneezes for each flight.

Ticks: When leaving an enclosed space she spreads her wings as far as she can to stretch them, not liking keeping them cramped to her sides. She does, however, keep her wings as close to herself as she can when inside buildings or in close quarters with others so as to not invade their personal space. She has a very strict sense of personal space, and will not cross over into another's and dislikes when hers is invaded unless you’re close with her. She taps her right foots claws when she is feeling especially enclosed or impatient.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Hobbies: She has picked up jewelcrafting and is interested in weaving, wondering what kind of beautiful designs she could do with her claws

Habits: She hasn’t developed any outside of her Weyrn manners

Interests: Learning magic, learning more about jewelcrafting, learning more about the stars, learning new one handed fighting techniques 

Phobias: Nothing yet

Outlook/Philosophy: Iseri does her best to view things in a positive outlook. “We can do this.” or “Lets try again.” are common phrases you might hear from her. 

HERITAGE

Information about where your character comes from. Their family, their history, their pets or other companions.

Mother: She is an experiment and does not have a mother 

Relationship: N/A

Father: Technically Neltharion

Relationship: See Personality for this, but basically she believes in the idea of him but not who he truly was as a dragon

Siblings: Too many to truly count, but Volaan and Perithyian are her clutch-mates from the same egg clutch

Relationship(s): Perithyian, Peri, and her were very close. Volaan was her leader and also a rival, she butted horns with him more often than not.

Additional Family: No one yet! Let's interact to change this!

Pets: She has none, but really wants a kitten. She’s afraid her claws would hurt the kitten though

Mounts: She uses her own wings to fly, but she has been lent a worg from the Orgrimmar stables to ride on land. (Using Garn Nighthowl for the model because it worked nicely)

Details: Soar doesn’t last nearly long enough and I would kill to have it as a permanent mode of flying transportation for the Dracthyr. Her worg is a larger than everage one to be able to carry her, and she spoils him. She hasn’t given him a name yet, as she views she will return him back to Orgrimmar once she has helped with the Expedition but that likely won't happen.

Childhood: (Player is unsure how Dracthyr age, and will omit this information)

Teenhood: (Player is unsure how Dracthyr age, and will omit this information)

Adulthood: As with many, if not all, Dracthyr Iseri spent much of her adulthood fighting for Neltharion in defense of the dragons.

Currently: Presently Iseri can be found helping the Expedition to the Dragon Isles alongside her fellow Dark Talons of the Horde, however she is more than happy to interact with any of the non-Horde races, as well as her fellow Wardens amongst the Alliance.

Relationship(s): Nothing yet!

Partner(s): Not yet! (Player is not open to developing romantic relationships with her characters)

Best Friend(s): No one yet! Let’s interact to change this!

EXTRA

Any extra information you would share. Notes, ideas, concepts, so on.

Miscellaneous: I play very sporadically. I prefer interactions that can be picked up and set down, such as through here or Discord. If you want to do Discord RP let me know and I’d be happy to do so! I am not interested in seeking character romance or non-platonic relationships with my characters. Sorry if that’s something that gets in the way for you, but it’s a hard boundary that I don’t cross.

Realm: Moon Guard

Faction: Horde

Additional: I have a lot worked out for her, but am leaving a lot to be added into who she becomes. I want influence from making new friends, and gaining new enemies to be a part of her development. I’m trying something I haven’t done in a very long time with a rough idea that is changed by those that I interact with for her. I haven’t done that since Cata!

[justkeeponsimming]

Reed: “Mum! Merry Winterfest!”

Esme: “Reed, my darling! Merry Winterfest! Come here!”

The air gets punched out of Reed’s lungs as her mum, Esme, tugs her into a massive hug. She fumbles for balance, just managing to throw her arms around her mother for support. Her mother radiates a happy green glow, but Reed’s mind connects to hers and she understands that her mum’s happiness isn’t just because of this festive time of year.

Reed senses a spike of alarm from a short distance away. She sees her mum, Zeta, casually walking towards them. Her relaxed posture belies the urgency Reed can feel radiating from her.

Zeta: “Ree, Merry Winterfest! Give your mum a big hug!”

Reed gets no choice as Zeta throws her arms around her and Esme, sandwiching them together. Why is everyone acting so weird today?

[skullkxd]

how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes? Also does your muse decorate their mobility aids at all? IE. with bumper stickers, regular stickers, things hanging from the handle/s(Edited from another ask on the list to better fit the muse)

last year ree transformed their entire wheelchair into a train and they went as a train conductor, and they put effort like they into every single one of their costumes to the best of their ability.

As for decorating mobility aids, they painted flames on their wheelchair and have spikes for the handles (so people don’t just go and grab them without asking), and their cane has a carved friend ball for the top of it! They also have a second cane they got for Christmas that makes lightsaber sounds, which is pretty dope.

[redlegend-a]

skullkxd

Oh! A gift for them? Ree grins, and bobs their head. “Sure!”

He fishes in his deep pockets for the coffee tin he’s been using to keep the pieces together, and pops it open, shaking the complete prize out. He’d been looking for the correct pieces, and using Khelso’s awl in the meantime to punch loops and set rivets for a belt like strap. He’d commissioned a snap strap and lined it with neutral textured rubber. He’d casted pewter spikes to set on the outside with some friends. 

A punk bracelet for a punk kid. There’s a mega stone recess along the outside, burnished and polished with a wheel. He’d spent time melting down some genuine silver from Mt. Silver to make the little disc charms on silky chains that dangle from it. Fidgets. That’s one thing. The second?

He’d been keeping it in his backpack. Hoenn’s fashion scene was something else. He’d texted Sorcha and asked her opinion on battle jackets, and she’s an angel, and sent him a blank to work with. It’s a reversible jacket, white and black, and he unfolds it to hold it out to Ree, opening the pockets and thumbing through a bunch of patches he’d stuffed in there. 

He waits until Ree has a grip on both things.

‘One of my best friends is a pure punk. A hotrod. One of the things we used to do together is make jackets and go fighting. One of my favorite memories. Figured it’d be fun.’

[thenerdywitchofthenorth]

Have I mentioned, that I suck at drawing small details and that besides the leo raph was the hardest one to start drawing?

So, I think this is The Godly outfit that has strayed the most from my original idea. I was planning on giving him the full body armor situation. But the more I think about it the more I decided not to. And believe it or not it wasn't due to laziness I actually can justify my actions.

Ralph is a war god, but he's so much more than that, and while his outfit is the most practical out of all of his brothers. And I do picture the details on his shirt and the ones on his middle, are not fabric it is armor, or made out of metal courtesy of Donnie, to protect his most vital areas. He doesn't wear heavy armor, because not only does he have this Nimpo to protect himself, but he doesn't want to be slowed down by the Heavy armor. After all part of his job on the field is trying to protect others and he wants to get to the most vulnerable people on time. His colors are simple but neutral, his outfit is open and you feel like you can approach him, if you get past the initial shock of seeing a giant snapping turtle. He has his weapons on, and the armor covering his arms is not just there to protect him but to make it more effective.

Now let's talk about the tattoos.

The one in his right arm speaks for himself, it's supposed to be a giant flower with all the colors of his siblings. I'm pretty sure later on he adds something that represents both the Casey's to.

And his other arm is a little, the most notable one, is of a rat protecting four eggs. The rest are just pretty designs with bright colors that make up for the lack of colors on his own outfit. And there's even tattoos of his preferred weapon hidden in there.

Ree, this is the part where you inspired me, I wasn't sure what to draw on his tail. Then Ree, suggested clouds and that gave me the idea.

Much like I did with Leo's outfit where I referenced the time of day that he was born, Ralph has not only his time, but his brother's and in the order they hatched.

We have Raphael at dusk, Donnie at midnight Leo at dawn, and Mikey at noon.

As we go down there are more fun colors and flowers and even a small tattoo of a teddy bear. Now the reason why I gave Raphael three tattoos alluring to the origins of his family is because, at that moment he needs a reminder.

The tattoos are there because they're covering gruesome scars that he got during a Savage episode, that afterward Mikey helps to cover them up. So when Ralph looks at his own body he's reminded of who he is ,where he comes from, and the things that he loves Like colors and animals and his family. and who he truly needs to protect.

Right now Ralph is having a full-on identity crisis, he's being pulled in five different directions. His family has just suffered a great loss, he feels like he's losing his second youngest brother, thanks to the selective and brutal worship he's getting. Is now distorted even to him. So right now he's using his family as an anchor, and going to do what feels the most familiar, and that's being the protector / Big Brother .

Much like Leo using his family as a security blanket and it's a way to define himself. I think later on not only will he get it more elaborate outfit that isn't afraid to lean more into the God of War aesthetic, and without forgetting his softer side, and will view his tattoos in a different light. No longer an anchor but something that he's proud of rather than depend on. And maybe even expand on them to reflect more of his own personality and growth, and.. maybe.. have a matching one with a certain badass Warrior Priestess who was newly transformed. Who knows

And here we have Savage rap, this one speaks for itself. His eyes whiten and teeth sharpen, the spikes of the shell more prevalent, I actually think that the spikes get so big that the tattoos aren't even visible. In short, if you're in battle and you're on the other end of that... there is no amount of luck that I can wish you for you to be safe.

Again very simple outfit, with similar colors but subdued and I threw in a little sun hat. And replace the armor on his hands with simple bandages.

Now another reason why I made his outfit so practical, is not just because he needs to be battle ready at the drop of a hat, but because of his favorite spots to go to when he's done in the mortal world or not just festivals and other fun locations, but in the woods to retrieve with his beloved animals that calm him so much.

Now finally we have clinging to a very special offering. The first offering he's received a long while that not only he appreciates, but get some hope that he'll be more understood in the future.

Yes @furiousjellifish , it's from the story you posted alongside your drawing of Mona.

There you have it the oldest brother, like always I would love to hear your opinions and if you have anything to add or suggestions I'm happy to hear them , because you guys know better than anyone that all of this is still beta and it might drastically change in the final draft.

@annonniiiiieeeee

@fatalflawsy

[destinyc1020]

Locke, Tessa, Teyonah, Regina, Viola, Angela, Gugu, Nicole Beharie, Kirby. Spike, Ryan, Barry, Wanuri, Julie Dash, Nia, Dee Rees… I just want her to work with more Black folks.

👏 💯

SAME Anon.

I love who Z has been able to work with so far, but it would be nice to see her working and sharing more screen time with more fellow black women onscreen in future projects. 😊

[meistoshi]

Describe me

three years ago, if someone had asked satoshi if he liked any of team skull, he would have given a soundly confused look & replied " they're all a bunch of jerks & bullies; why would i like any of them ?? " . a year later ?? " they're not... terrible, they're more annoying than bad, but, i dunno, i haven't talked to any of them that much. " . another year ?? " he'd sic one of his team on me if i explained any, but i like guzma. he's ... just a bit difficult at first. " .

now ?? gods ...

satoshi hadn't originally imagined feeling pride as a region's champion for a member of team skull, but oh there is so much to be proud of when it comes to ree — !! preconceptions about skull had begun to wash away the moment it clicked in his mind why guzma is the way he is, & with that an understanding of the gravity of each & every accomplishment achieved by one of the skulls was made crystal. ree completing each & every one of their trials is monumental. ree wiping the field with their opponents in the pwt is huge. & now they're rearing to challenge the league ...

they've come a long way & left everyone ree-ling along the way. he might not have been in the region for all of their growth as both person & trainer ( a growth that goes hand-in-hand, as satoshi learned well ) , but that champion pride still wells. they're rowdy, loud, argumentative, the pinacle of " brat " , have been since the first time satoshi saw them, & they're amazing. they're stronger than they seem to believe. even with all that bark & bite, all those spikes he swears he can sometimes feel through their aura, they've repeatedly put themself out there, & every challenge faced has been just rammed right in & through, naysayers external or internal be damned.

satoshi's confident that everyone that knows ree, truly knows, knows enough to want to root for them, feels the same overwhelming pride & awe. how could they possibly not ??

he knows the skulls don't hold the tapus in the highest of regards ( fairly enough, from what satoshi's heard ) , but by houou if those guardians don't acknowledge that kid's strength & growth & heart — !! though, it only really matters that the other skulls are proud. it only really matters that the rest of alola is proud, guardian deities or not.

[bikeman3141-blog]

The substance of health  

What we consume is vital to our health, both mentally and physically. It is hard to find anyone that would dispute this. 

And yet, many would say that much of what we now consume is actively doing us harm. From the food we eat and the media we give our attention to. Both are filled with corporation biased material and Ingredients which are designed to keep us hooked, both nutritionally and narratively to their content.  

There is a clear correlation between the addictive nature of clickbait articles and puff pieces about celebrities with the sugary sweetness and salty trash, which passes for food of convenience and comfort.  

The similarities don't stop there. With the sheer volume of food waste and the turnover of news articles and the ever-increasing news outlets. The race to be the first to distribute the new story or the new Plastic Wracked Calorie Bombshell to the nation means there is a constant arms race of Sound bites and sugar spikes. 

It becomes increasingly hard to find nuanced pieces in the media which go into depth, exploring all the angles and perspectives on a particular story. Likewise, in the supermarkets it becomes increasingly hard to buy Whole Foods. Or foods without stabilizers, sweeteners, colorings and other corporate interests built into their Ingredients. 

When considering what makes healthy food. And a healthy media. Surprisingly the similarities remain the same. 

A good foundation of soil Health and sifting through the right fertilizer to make sure the food stays unmolested by chemicals is the basis of healthy food and nutrition. 

A well-researched media article which appears in long form either in way of a documentary, newspaper or podcast comes from a good foundation and understanding with a clear code of ethics. 

But the increased fast pace of Life and, the greed of corporations is driving an ever-faster consumer economy with more trash on the shelves. Even with sugar taxes there is still an increase in energy drinks and addiction shops in the form of Starbucks and Costa delivering doses of sugar and caffeine by the minute to the population.  

Likewise, social media with their apathetic attempts to regulate the fake news stories and heavily biased corporate media outlets and their fractured advertising dressed up as news and what is considered newsworthy. All in favor of the bottom line. 

When one considers this diet of misinformation, propaganda, and legalized narcotics fed to the population on an hourly basis through smartphones and throw away coffee cups. It is hardly surprising we have ended up with Cruella Braverman, Boris Johnson and pond shop Enoch Powell in the form of Rees Mog and Nigel Farage. In recent weeks archive footage of Nick Griffins appearance on BBC question time has been trending. It feels like we are one step away from electing Andrew Tate as cultural minister. 

The nation needs a health kick in media and food. And we needed to start it yesterday.  

[heavyhitterheaux]

about the spiked drinks for a story, i think u should do it if u feel comfortble. You’ll be sending a important massage cuz stuff like that happens. Love you and ur stories keep doing whatever feels right for you Ree, love YA!

I'm going to do my research about it and then make a final decision.

Thank you so much my darling. Love you right back and I thank you for reading them 🥺💕

[canadanewsinsider]

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