#tagging so it reaches the relevant spaces ->

[7000]

witches and pagans: there is so much we can do for Palestine

even if we don’t share the same faith- our prayer, rituals, and spells are powerful. our gods and spirits and ancestors have the power to intervene on our behalf, all we have to do is ask. they don’t take kindly to oppression, or politicians propping up genocidal regimes.

especially right now on Samhain, the veil is thin, and it’s the best time of the year to connect with the spiritual realm and the divine, and ask them for help. or take it into your hands- spells, hexes, prayers, and divinations, any and all of the above.

witches have done it before, we’ve helped to change the course of history. we can do it again.

[whirlybirbs]

I DIDNT ASK YOU TO CARE ABOUT ME 😭😭 YOU KNOW WHO

;   —   webs && whispers    |    miguel o'hara

summary: set pre-atsv. he's the hero. you're the villain. but, that's been changing, hasn't it? pairing: miguel o'hara / villain!reader (gender neutral) tags: pre-established 'situationship' aka hero v. villain, enemies to lovers, sexual tension thick enough you can cut it with a butter knife, established reader pseudonym a/n: ... the people asked, so the people got *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

EARTH-928B. NUEVA YORK. MANHATTAN. WEST & 13TH. 11:56 PM.

"You're a hard spider to find these days."

Miguel feels irritation slip up his spine long before the phantom shift of your voice meets his ears. It's a hazy sound, like a chorus of susurrations converging into one. 

In the last few months, he's grown accustomed to it. 

Miquel, however, isn't sure he'll get used to the way you slip in and out of space like the flea on the tightrope. Here nor there, always lurching between the frames in reality, always ephemerally present. And the sound — voices of past, present, and future all overlapping at once, then: silence.

In a disjointed stutter, you're suddenly close — encroaching on his personal space in a way that makes his lip curl. A flash of fangs emerges beneath his mask. 

His back is still to you.

"I'm not in the mood, Whisper."

Beneath your mask, your face twitches. He sounds exhausted — though that isn't entirely new for Nueva York's un-friendly borough-stalking Spider-man. 

"Are you ever?" you quietly chirp as you stalk up beside him; you cross your arms, "I'm inclined to think you're avoiding me."

Up here, on a penthouse roof backlit by the nightlife above and below, you watch tension ripple into his shoulders as he rolls his posture back. That black mask hasn't left the horizon. Tar-black eyes stare out over the city, only narrowing slightly at your accusation. 

"We aren't friends."

He turns to walk away.

In a rush of hushes, you appear directly before him.

"Mierda—!"

"Sorry."

"We talked about that, Whisper," Miguel leans his weight onto one leg, reaches up, and pinches his brow through his mask, "It's called personal sp—"

You roll your eyes. You straighten up and move to step back, but — instead — shift a meter backward. You talk over him.

"Personal space, right, sure, Spidey," you slip towards the edge of the building, planting a boot on the lip of the ledge. You wind your arms tighter around yourself, "You're ignoring my question."

"You never asked one," he grits; against his better judgment, he moves to your side at the ledge.

"It was implied."

"I've been busy."

"Too busy for your nemesis?" you tsk and click your tongue. 

He's looking at you now. 

"Please. 'Nemesis' is hardly the correct title."

You scoff. Your shoulders bob. "Oh? C'mon then, Spider-bite, what is?"

It's a fair question — one that Miguel wasn't sure he has the answer for. 

In the beginning, this little tango was rife with explosive violence, scalding anger, bloodied knuckles, and sworn endings. You were a terrorist, fated to exploit and destroy the people whose mistakes made you: Alchemax. He was the hero, destined to protect and serve the people of Nueva York. Good and bad. 

Constant. Like the rise of the sun and the fall of the moon. Spider-man versus Whisper. Frontpage headlines. Time and time and time again.

Then, something shifted. Miguel can't remember when it began, or why... But, the collisions of fists became a tandem of fists. A team-up brought on by — was it Mysterio, maybe? You never liked the guy. 

Lyla remembers. She remembers everything. The footage from the incident is shaky — blame the multiple CCTV views all meshed together in a hot tangle of the canon-relevant plot. 

Spider-man is down on his luck. On his knees. Mysterio: laughing. Vitals: dropping. Three ribs: broken. Mask: compromised. Lyla's footage swivels inward, the sight of Miguel's one eye. A rageful carnelian smithed hard into a pained gaze. 

Then, you. Standing: tall. Voice: rageful. Fists: lit with power and already cracking across the opalescent globe of Mysterio's helmet.

SPIDER-MAN IS MINE. 

Yours. 

When did that happen? When did you begin to see his side, when did you begin to admire the safe consistency he built in this city? When did you envy it? When did the rage fade at the thought of him? When did something more tepid, more comfortable crawl in?

You turn your face upwards; there's a when moment your masked gazes connect. For a moment, things are still. Slow. There isn't danger here, nor hatred nor anger. The tension is different. Palpable still, but it feels like swallowing roses more than blood.

He looks away first.

"Try 'Number One Annoyance'."

His voice is distant.

You hum. "Care to enlighten your 'Number One Annoyance', then? You've been gone. People have noticed."

He was afraid of that.

Miguel exhales tightly. "Get out of here, Whisper."

He can feel your scowl. Then, your physical form flickers for a moment. A wash of emotions is present — a tell. In the past, that was how he knew you were going to snap. Now, in this context, he isn't quite sure what to make of it. There's a rush of voices, smothered quickly by a grounding inhale. 

You're quiet for a long moment then. Miguel's chest is tight — it's guilt.

"I'm only asking because I care," you finally say; it's like it's been wrenched out of your chest by his own clawed fist. It's an admission as quiet as the shadowed hushes that follow your every warp through space. 

He reacts coldly. The only way he knows how to these days. "I didn't ask you to care."

The claws twist. 

Another fast crackle, transparency pulsing quickly through your spine and nerves. Here nor there. Ephemerally calm. Like the ocean before a storm. Your face twists fast to his. Mask be damned. Miguel can see anger. 

Guilt. And the dawning realization this was a mistake. 

"It's better if I do this alone," comes the follow-up. It's... gentler. Still cold. Harsh. 

You look away. "Do what?"

Your eyes stay affixed to the horizon. Spider-man doesn't move. The stirring in your chest hurts. Hurts worse when you realize he's right. After all, he's the hero and you're the villain. You both have roles to play. Parts to act. The show must go on. 

"...A part of you knows I can't tell you that."

You sigh, rolling your neck, "You're right."

"...And a part of me wants to tell you."

It's quiet. Nearly inaudible. But you hear it. And you can't help the loose grin that flashes across your face at the admission. Your scoff is more like a huff. Gloved palms slip to your hips as you step back from the ledge. 

Suddenly, the tension is different. Lighter. Like it was a handful of weeks ago before he disappeared into the woven stream of time. 

Miguel follows suit. Beneath his own mask, his expression has lightened. 

"Yea?" you ask, stepping back like a prey recognizing the hunt. 

Miguel steps forward, shrugging easily. His voice is almost playful. "Yea. But, y'know, last I checked you're wanted on a new charge of grand larceny—"

"Oops. Sticky fingers," you chitter with a waggle of your hands. He watches you slip downward and through the fabric of space. You emerge behind him in a whisper of wind. 

Miguel is quick, he catches your hand with a web and tugs. You let yourself land in his grip — his black-gloved hand wraps around your wrist. He knows you're allowing this. You could easily wash away through the air, manifest around him in any three-meter radius. 

The closeness is tight.

"While the Spider's away..." he tsks.

Your glove slips around the web and tangles it tightly in your fist. You push back and move around him. He's allowing this. His arm crosses behind his back. You absently admire the ripple of muscle there. 

Then, you unceremoniously kick the back of his left knee and he crumples. The grip on his hand is tight. Miguel grits his fangs. 

"Play nice," he warns.

"I've known you long enough to tell when you're stalling, you know," you let slip the chirp with a sly look at the black and red Spider-man. 

On cue, there's the hum of a patrol copter over your shoulder. A few blocks away, still, but it's coming. Somewhere, in the bowels of the city, sirens begin. 

[ BOLO ALERT, MOST WANTED. ALIAS: WHISPER. ]

"If you leave now, you'll beat them by a minute," he says slowly, "Sixty-five floors is quite the trek."

You loosen your grip and gently shake the web from your hand. Miguel rolls his shoulder. You slip through time, landing before him in a low squat.

Your voice is sincere. 

"Try not to be a stranger."

"No promises."

"I'd never ask for one," you call over your shoulder as you stand and move towards the far ledge. Your costume, as pitch-black as the darkest night, is light in red and blue from the arriving patrols.

Just like that, in a haze of voices and a whisper of time, you're gone. 

And Miguel is left to himself on that rooftop, again.

[whos-that-demon]

Alright yall this is important and about ACTUAL PREDATORS on this website that I need you all to report.

Some of these accounts are minors so please take care in that regard but many are adults who are pro-contact MAPs

This all originated from one account called @/radqueer-confessional - now @/confessions-ofa-radqueer who posts asks such as these as well as running an all age dating service on their blog. I have not investigated the Sessions but I have reported it to relevant tip lines. However after this pops off I bet it will be taken down

Btw 🚸 seems to be a new code for adult and minor relationships - there are more but this should be enough to start with - the first screenshots are disorganized thanks to mobile nonsense but some are examples of the posts and others are blogs who interacted with the posts

⚠️Please report these blogs and spread this if you are in a good space to do so - I am tagging communities involved for reach more than anything else because of importance ⚠️

Thank you for your time.

[c4tsc4pe]

Classpect Analysis Definitions Guide Combob

i read a Smashing aspect analysis by @/alicesonions (which this is very inspired by check it out right now the redesigned symbols are awesome) and wanted to revamp my own so here we go shaggy 2 dope classpect guide 2.0 (og draft here)

this is just a rundown on how i personally understand/use classpects even though i love talking my ass off and want to over explain all this i tried to write hopefully easily digestible and to the point definitions using key words and phrases bc thats how i personally learn things (i might make an extended version with further information and analysis later)

this can always be edited too i am So open to discussion criticism etc please tell me every single one of your thoughts about classpects in tags comments whatever I LOVE HEARING IT

anyway fat megapost ahead man the cannons

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Classpects

A “Classpect” is a player’s title in Sburb, which uses the formula [Class] of [Aspect]. Not only does a Classpect dictate a player's reality-bending powers, but it defines a player’s place in their session, their place in reality, and their place within the narrative itself.

There are two components that make up a player's Classpect: their aspect and their class. There are 12 aspects and 14 classes in total. Hypothetically, ANY player could be ANY of the 168 total combos of these, no matter the person, but Sburb will narrow down the options and pick a player’s Classpect depending on how it thinks it can BEST use them in the game/their specific session.

A Classpect is chosen via a sort of “sorting hat” method. The person you are (struggles, goals, gaming strategies, how you interact with the world and others, etc.) inadvertently dictates your Classpect, but that is only BEFORE THE GAME STARTS. Once you’ve entered Sburb, Skaia will ultimately decide your role based on everything it gathered, and you are stuck with it whether you like it or not.

[In total: Classpects are a predetermined in-game role to fulfill as well as a narrative tool.]

Aspects

Aspects are described as “the basic building blocks of everything that exists within paradox space”; a cosmic property that relates MOST to a player and that they have the potential to BEST excel at.

A player’s aspect is always something the player starts out STRUGGLING with in some way. No one ever has total control or knowledge of their aspect right off the bat. It is something that challenges the player and must be learned over time so the player can grow and reach their full potential as a Hero of their aspect.

Aspects are a neutral and nuanced concept- no aspect is inherently good nor bad.

The 12 aspects: Breath, Light, Time, Space, Life, Hope, Void, Heart, Blood, Mind, Doom, and Rage.

Breath: The aspect of freedom and detachment. Breath is impossible to hold down, easy breezy, head in the clouds, go with the flow. Breath is breeze, movement, flight, weightlessness, indirection, and independence. Breath blows whatever way it feels like, not caring about much else.

Narrative connection: Plot development.

Breath’s opposing aspect is Blood.

Light: The aspect of knowledge and illumination. Light exposes the hidden, brightens the dark corners, brings things into the spotlight. Light is relevance, illumination, luck, enlightenment, sight, visibility, definition, and attention. Light brings itself to what is hidden in the dark.

Narrative connection: Plot relevance.

Lights opposing aspect is Void.

Time: The aspect of rhythm and destruction. Time is connected to death, the past and future, taking action, small details, the destination over the journey. Time is repetition, iteration, cycles, pace, patterns, preservation, decay, continuity, and management. Time is the steady tick of a clock, the constant rotation of an ever-turning gear.

Narrative connection: Pacing.

Times opposing aspect is Space.

[Time is one of the fundamental fabrics making up paradox space and is therefore an aspect required to win Sburb. If your session does not have a Time player, your session is doomed to fail.]

Space: The aspect of creation and beginnings. Space is new things, focused on the wait-and-see, the big picture, the here-and-now, the journey over the destination. Space is destiny, matter, physics, making, innovation, and intuition. Space is a vast endless infinity of possibility.

Narrative connection: Setting.

Spaces opposing aspect is Time.

[Space is one of the fundamental fabrics making up paradox space and is therefore an aspect required to win Sburb. If your session does not have a Space player, your session is doomed to fail.]

Life: The aspect of agency and autonomy. Life is foraging your own path, own destiny, self-direction, growing and strengthening. Life is nature, health, resilience, energy, progress, healing, vitality, and nourishment. Life sees its route and fights to take it.

Narrative connection: Agency/action.

Life’s opposing aspect is Doom.

Hope: The aspect of belief. Hope is dreams and wishes, blind optimism, unstoppable force, the "there’s always a way, nothings impossible". Hope is faith, possibility, positivity, will, imagination, and determination. Hope is a clear, enthusiastic "YES!".

Narrative connection: Convenience.

Hopes opposing aspect is Rage.

Void: The aspect of nothingness and the unknown. Void is a blank canvas, an empty page, a dark corner, a shadow concealing darkness. Void is secrets, mystery, invisibility, unexplained, ignorance, irrelevance, and uncertainty. Void obscures what the light can't reach.

Narrative connection: Plot irrelevance.

Voids opposing aspect is Light.

Heart: The aspect of feeling and self. Heart is the core of a person, their identity, passions and interests, the soul, feelings instead of thoughts. Heart is motivation, love, emotions, uniqueness, personal, individualism, bias, and passion. Heart follows itself.

Narrative connection: Inner self.

Hearts opposing aspect is Mind.

Blood: The aspect of unity. Blood is down to earth, grounded and chained, has expectations, forms relationships. Blood is community, responsibility, care, effort, stability, obligation, and connection. Blood is running through everyone's veins and knows it.

Narrative connection: Character dynamics.

Blood’s opposing aspect is Breath.

Mind: The aspect of thought. Mind is unbiased decision making, apathy, black and white, blends in with the crowd. Mind is equality, ration, logic, reason, judgement, calculation, choice, balance, and justification. Mind pushes away feelings and thinks instead.

Narrative connection: Outer self.

Minds opposing aspect is Heart.

Doom: The aspect of fate and constraint. Doom works within the rules, within restriction, follows damands. Doom is burdens, prophecy, acceptance, necessity, limitation, punishment, and misfortune. Doom does not negotiate against the inevitable.

Narrative connection: Conflict.

Doom’s opposing aspect is Life.

Rage: The aspect of refusal and rebellion. Rage is the ugly truth, holding back, immovable object, being stuck, “it’s impossible, there’s no way out”. Rage is cynicism, defiance, fury, negativity, anger, riot and revenge. Rage is a loud, guttural “NO!”.

Narrative connection: Contrivance.

Rage’s opposing aspect is Hope.

Classes

Classes are the second ingredient of the Classpect formula. Since an aspect is a cosmic property that relates most to a player, a class is how that player USES/INTERACTS with that cosmic property & its powers. Classes are NOT something a player struggles with and are just dictated by how they approach/play the game.

Classes are a neutral and nuanced concept- no class is a “worse/better” or “evolved” version of another, no class is gender locked, and no class is inherently good nor bad.

There are six functions of classes: creation, destruction, exploitation, manipulation, knowledge, and relocation.

[Creation: Bringing something into existence.

Destruction: Taking something out of existence.

Exploitation: Having something and using it.

Manipulation: Changing or altering something.

Knowledge: Knowing all about something.

Relocation: Stealing and/or moving something.]

The 14 classes: Heir, Seer, Knight, Witch, Maid, Page, Rogue, Prince, Mage, Sylph, Thief, and Bard, and the two master classes: Lord and Muse.

Heir: One who changes with their aspect or is changed through their aspect. Heirs inherit their aspect and can greatly use it for their session and coplayers.

Class function: Manipulation.

Heirs' counterpart class is Witch.

Seer: One who knows their aspect or knows through their aspect. Seers are knowledge-seekers who obtain information by observing, and guide their coplayers using what they learn.

Class function: Knowledge.

Seer's counterpart class is Mage.

Knight: One who fights for/protects their aspect or fights/protects using their aspect. Knights are set on serving and defending their session and coplayers, using their persona as a shield and their aspect as a weapon.

Class function: Exploitation.

Knight's counterpart class is Page.

Witch: One who alters/bends their aspect or alters/bends using their aspect. Witches utilize their powers to bend the rules and test the limits of their aspect and session itself.

Class function: Manipulation.

Witch's counterpart class is Heir.

Maid: One who serves/repairs their aspect or serves/repairs with their aspect. Maids clean, preserve, and maintain their session with/and their aspect, just as a housekeeper would.

Class function: Creation.

Maid's counterpart class is Sylph.

Page: One who strengthens their aspect or finds themselves through their aspect. Pages start out as weaker underdogs, but once their potential is fully realized, they can use their power to an astounding degree.

Class function: Exploitation.

Page's counterpart class is Knight.

Rogue: One who steals their aspect or steals from their aspect to provide others with it. Rouges take from their aspect and redistribute what they steal to their coplayers Robin Hood style.

Class function: Relocation.

Rouge's counterpart class is Thief.

Prince: One who destroys their aspect or destroys with their aspect. Princes are powerful, blunt forces in their session who once fully realized, will stop at nothing until they reach their goal.

Class function: Destruction.

Prince's counterpart class is Bard.

Mage: One who understands their aspect or understands through their aspect. Mages are the experiencers of their aspect that utilize their experience with it to guide themselves.

Class function: Knowledge.

Mage's counterpart class is Seer.

Thief: One who steals their aspect or steals from their aspect to keep themselves. Thieves are focused on taking from their session and others in it, then keeping that power for their own benefit.

Class function: Relocation.

Thief's counterpart class is Rogue.

Sylph: One who heals/mends their aspect or heals/mends using their aspect. Sylphs are vastly supportive to their coplayers through both backstage influence and personal interference.

Class function: Creation.

Sylph's counterpart class is Maid.

Bard: One who allows the destruction of their aspect or invites destruction through their aspect. Bards can be kind of a wildcard for their session, possibly for the best (or the worst).

Class function: Destruction.

Bard's counterpart class is Prince.

Master Classes

Lord: One who rules their aspect or rules using their aspect. Lords are intensely powerful domineers who command their aspect, session, and everything in it to bow down to them.

Lord's counterpart class is Muse.

Muse: One who inspires their aspect or inspires through their aspect. Muses are completely in tune with their aspect and influence their session with it, leading it like a conductor with their baton.

Muse's counterpart class is Lord.

[reasonsforhope]

Heads up/warning that I'm going to start posting articles related to the Israel-Palestine War

I've worked really, really hard to keep my blog about positive news only, and that's going to continue - these posts will be only about good news related to the war.

Of which there really, really isn't much, so I don't know that there will be a lot of posts, but I will be posting articles about humanitarian aid reaching those who need it and actions that will prevent more lives from being taken.

I know that, no matter my position on the war, this is something that would be very controversial and make a lot of people upset, so I wanted to be explicit about my position on this - and my posting policy, which is not the same thing. I also wanted to give people a heads up because I know the war in general is really, really triggering for a lot of people right now, for a lot of different reasons. I'll be tagging all relevant posts, so if screening those out is something that you need to do, you can.

I have worked very hard to make this blog a space with only good news because I know how much it can matter to have just one place, if nowhere else, that you can count on to not give you emotional whiplash with horrible news. To know you have one place you can go where you are guaranteed not to see bad news that will send you into a tailspin. That's why I've had a policy of not including signal boosts or PSAs about tragedies, no matter what they are, on this blog. (I do post about some of that stuff, including the Israel-Palestine War, on my main blog, though. I consider this blog to be me trying to run a public service, basically, and so have specific policies for myself around that, including my editorial and fact-checking standards.)

I'm going to be honest, I was really, really hoping the war would end after a couple of weeks, which has historically not been uncommon for wars with/involving Israel.

But that's clearly not happening, and I can't keep not acknowledging what's happening on here, so, this post.

With that, I imagine people probably want to know my actual stance on the war, since that's what I'll be posting in accordance with.

So, here's the official stance of this blog:

Every time a civilian is killed, it is a tragedy; Every time a child is killed, it is a tragedy, no matter their nationality. I condemn all antisemitism and all Islamophobia.

I support all calls for a ceasefire, as well as demands that Israel immediately stop its repeated bombing of hospitals, ambulances, shelters (including UN shelters), and refugee camps.

There is no situation in which the repeated and/or intentional bombing of hospitals is justified.

There is no situation in which the repeated and/or intentional bombing of shelters or refugee camps is justified.

There is no situation in which the repeated and/or intentional bombing of ambulances is justified.

There is no situation in which the killing of children is justified. Yet more children have now been killed in Gaza than in all global conflict zones combined in each year since 2019.

There is no situation in which cutting off an entire country and/or territory's supply of food and water is justified.

Yes, this applies to every group involved in the war, including countries supplying either side, and any countries or non-state organizations who may yet join the fighting.

The initial Hamas attack on Israel was a tragedy. The continued Israeli bombardment and invasion of Palestine is also a tragedy.

Most of the things I post will be about aid reaching Palestinians or news about tangible, confirmed progress toward a ceasefire. I probably will not be posting good news posts about aid reaching Israel, unless it's explicitly and only humanitarian and/or barring drastic unforeseen changes in circumstance. This is because as of yesterday, November 7, the Palestinian death toll is over 10,000 to Israel's roughly 1,400 (only about 200 of whom have been killed in the past month, starting on October 8, aka outside of the initial attack by Hamas). At least 3,195 children have died in Gaza, 33 in the West Bank, and 29 in Israel.

The Palestinian death toll is nearly 8 times the Israeli death toll. The number of children killed is 110 times higher in Palestine than Israel. (Source for death toll here, ratios via calculator.) Every single one of those deaths is a tragedy - and there have been far, far too many tragedies this past month.

(On a related note, Israel stands very, very little chance of actually eliminating Hamas with this war. The US has attempted this same strategy and failed many times: the US failed to eliminate the communist/North Korean regime in the Korean War, which is technically still ongoing 70 years later; failed to eliminate the Viet Cong in the Vietnam War; failed to eliminate numerous groups of Iraqi insurgents in the Iraq War, which triggered Iraq's civil war; and failed to eliminate the Taliban in the Afghanistan War, even though that war lasted for literally 20 years. Afghanistan is once again under total Taliban control.)

The last thing we need is another 20 year war. The last thing we need is more civilian deaths. Bombing civilian settlements, as well as hospitals, shelters, and refugee camps are war crimes under international law, meaning that both Israel and Hamas have committed war crimes.

It's time for the war crimes to stop.

Humanitarian aid reaching civilians is good news, and I will be posting accordingly.

Ceasefire now.

[onesidedradiostatic]

good news: the tiktok tag seems to be getting turned back to the right fandom again. while it's a slow process, I'm seeing a lot more videos about the book in the tag than last week

that's good!!! actually relevant to another ask I got

if tiktok is going good, my worry is twitter, I would rather not interact with hazbintwt on my main (and I don't really wanna make an alt just for that) so if anyone on hazbintwt could help to spread about the clashing with the radio silence book fandom it'd be appreciated!

and I give full permission to repost my post about it on tiktok and twitter (be it screenshots or anything) if it'll help to spread awareness about the tagging issue on those sites

regarding reaching out to bigger radiostatic accounts there, it's up to any of y'all if you're willing to cause I really do not want to interact with hazbin on twitter and I don't have tiktok, but it would be absolutely appreciated if any of you did!!

[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results -- Hreksong

Slightly awkward timing on this one: the animal in question happened to come up on a recent episode of our podcast (We literally quoted a line from the Bodley MS 764 entry, because it was relevant to the story we were reading). So any of the artists who listen may have gotten spoilers. (I say "may", but I've already seen one art post that references the episode.) Sorry about that, artists. Kind of a bizarre coincidence, actually -- it's pretty rare that we happen across bestiary material in a narrative text, and the fact that we did so shortly before the relevant entry came up in the rotation... well, the odds are against it.

Anyway, anyone who doesn't know what this is about should check out https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. You can also check the "maniculum bestiaryposting" tag to see what beast is the current prompt. The entry for this week's drawings can be found here:

Art below the cut, roughly chronological, as always.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) decided that the best interpretation of the information given was that this was a sort of arboreal mongoose that practiced mouthbrooding. If you want to know what the reasoning was there, you should read the linked post -- it all makes sense there. I absolutely love that the one in the picture is opening its mouth to show the baby riding inside. Silverhart indicates that this is a quicker sketch than usual, but frankly their animal-drawing skills are so good that even a quick sketch is impressive from my perspective.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) did separate drawings for the large outdoor version (upper image, carrying its young) and the small indoor version (lower image, stealing someone's food). The linked post, which explains the design in some detail, indicates that CheapSweets was thinking along similar lines as Silverhart -- i.e., what kind of animal is known for hunting snakes? I like the pose in the first image, and I really like the scene depicted in the second one. On one hand, I'm sure having little creatures live in your roof and steal food literally out of your hands is quite frustrating, but on the other hand, it's very funny. Look at that little guy just brazenly stealing some chicken (or whatever type of bird). The idea of them using their back legs to grip rafters for exactly this purpose is excellent.

@strixcattus (link to post here) decided these could be birds, and has drawn these owl-like creatures for us. They look a bit surly, but that could just be the feather pattern on their faces. As always, I strongly recommend checking out that linked post, as Strixcattus writes brilliant interpretations of these entries in the register of a modern naturalist to accompany the illustrations.

@pomrania (link to post here) has noted that cats live in houses and eat mice, and given us this charming domestic scene. They also note the issues with this interpretation in the linked post, which of course you should read. I think the poses of the cats are very well done here; one of those kittens looks like it wants to paw at the monk's belt but can very much not reach.

And now for the Aberdeen Bestiary:

I'm not sure about the head proportions -- I'd suggest that the flattened snout is because the artist ran out of space, if it weren't for the fact that they were fine letting the back foot extend into the border -- but that is recognizably a weasel.

A few things to note from this:

1. Medieval people apparently had not only mice in their homes, but weasels, which I'd never really thought about. I'm not sure what the distinction they're drawing between the type you find in your home and the type you find in the woods is about, though.

2. The weasel's healing magic crops up in multiple texts, including the Lais of Marie de France and Volsungasaga. It's less common than you might think to find overlap between bestiary-weirdness and narrative-weirdness, so that's pretty notable.

3. I have no friggin' idea why anyone thought they gave birth through their ears. Baffling.

[moodymisty]

Part 1 (some needed context)

Author's Note: Part two, as was requested. I need to stop listening to Halsey when I write, I always end up making things too verbose and hyperbolic.

Also pspspsps @rivalriotrenegade you wanted to be tagged in the sequel? Here you go.

Summary: Angron will be leaving soon, and he comes to take in a moment of you beforehand.

Relationships: Angron/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angron being Angron, Vague descriptions of death violence and gore, General 40kness, The most emotionally stunted man in the galaxy receives an affection, Historitor!Reader is scared but in love horny

Word Count: 1942

Guilliman hadn’t been pleased with the news. 

It had arrived to him via a distressed captain who had been attempting to deal with the issue discretely up until now, but in his attempts to track down their missing historitor, he had found you in Angron’s company. You didn’t seem to be in any sort of severe peril, but the captain expressed his concerns of the World Eater’s Primarch trouncing when he didn’t belong, as well as encroaching on someone who might hold secrets to their legion. 

Guilliman agreed with most of the captain’s concerns, but also hesitated. His hand hovered over half written parchment as ink threatened to drop from the tip of his pen.

Roboute has no desire to pick a fight with another Primarch over one historitor. And if any information ended up in the hands of the World Eaters, he would know exactly where it came from. He would deal with the matter then as swiftly as he would any other traitor.

In the end, he simply instructs the captain to keep watch on the matter. 

The scenario is unique after all; You seem to be no traitor, but now spend almost all of your time in the presence of the World Eaters. Guilliman’s captain had described the scene in a confused manner, wondering as to why the Primarch had taken such a keen, almost obsessive interest in one soul in particular. Roboute thinks he has an inkling why, but his captain simply doesn’t have the experience to understand. Afterall he’s known nothing but battleship halls and bolters, these sorts of thoughts are… Foreign. 

With no solid solution and the threat of a legion wide war with any misstep, The Macragge native elects to largely abandon the matter, and mark any information related to you with a note saying to refer to the relevant paperwork for more information.

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The Conqueror is the first Gloriana class battleship you’ve ever seen in anything but historical documents, and those transcriptions fail to even capture a hint of the overwhelming scale of the massive battleship. The barges you’ve seen are huge, but even they don’t compare to the size of the World Eater’s flagship.

It stays moored in the planet’s upper atmosphere, but it’s impossible not to see it lingering in the sky alongside a myriad of other ships. Servitors and other such are loading heaps of supplies into low orbit cruisers to bring back up to the massive battleship, preparing it for another long journey out into the reaches of Imperium space.

Part of you wonders if Angron expects you to join him. You desperately hope not, but in another odd sort of way, you find it almost saddening to be without him for an extended period of time. You know that there are horrors out there that can rend the mind into pieces, that being behind Terra’s walls is to be afforded a luxury so few in the galaxy will touch that the mere thought of leaving should cast you in an unbearable shame. But it seems so completely ridiculous to say that you’ll miss him. Though the thought still crosses your mind anyhow.

You hear the sounds of his heavy footsteps approaching. You’ve been away from his side most of the day, so you figured it was due time for him to eventually hunt you down. He stands not a step away from you once he finds his hunt for you concluded, looking outward towards the mass of Terran servitors and other workers hauling World Eaters requisitions to where ever they're needed.

“You are staying. If you are wondering.” 

Part of you feels a sense of relief from it. While you might have a fondness for Angron, his World Eaters are significantly less appealing to you. They only tolerate your existence due to the repeated threats of their Primarch. Khârn has also questioned his genefather; The still unfilled crack in his ceramite armor remains as evidence of it. His doubt had hurt, but you can’t help but feel his questioning was justified. 

It’s not as if you can do much for them, beyond what you do for their Primarch. In the eyes of men bred for war, you’re the meaningless byproduct of a planet they protect more because they enjoy the bloodshed of doing so than anything else. Whether you are alive or dead is a meaningless query to them.

You curiously look up at Angron, who is gazing over the massive shipyard.

"You're leaving soon, I suppose." The Primarch lets out an affirmative grunt in response.

It hasn’t been long of you knowing him, and you’re still cautiously testing what territory can be tread, and what very much cannot be. There’s not much of the former, and plenty of the ladder.

You have learned that he seems to enjoy whenever how larger and stronger he is than you- when his prowess in brutal combat, is prominent. That isn’t a hard thing to achieve, given his height you stand at roughly his midsection. The Primarch absolutely towers over you and while he knows it sends fear through you, you fight it. 

As you watch over the railing you suddenly feel a heavy weight on your shoulder, and glancing to your left it’s easy to see the bronze colored gauntlet that now rests there.

You know that whenever he does that, a weight on your body, he’s attempting to take solace in the weird ability you somehow possess. You gently lay a hand over his armored one, fingers brushing over the knicks and scratches of his worn, battered plate. He’s worn it for many years, it shows the story of endless battles and it’s still able to hold so many more.

You don’t know how long it’ll be till you see him again. The warp, it’s, power; Time doesn’t work the same way out there that it does on Terra. You want to give him one last before he leaves, but you hope that it doesn’t ruin the little bit of progress you’ve made with him.

“Can you, bend over? So I can reach you?” 

You don’t know what you had expected for when you hesitantly asked, but you hadn’t expected the Primarch to indulge you. 

His massive weight shifts, landing on his right knee with a loud enough thud, that you swear the marble beneath his knee plate is surely cracked. With him at this height, your hands can touch his face, feeling the way it’s decorated with a million different little scars. Some large- thick, deep cuts like one over his brow, or over his lips. Others are smaller, not visible from so far away but you can feel them under your fingertips.

“Can you tell me how you got some of these one day?”

Angron grunts.

“The arena, most of them. I killed anyone who struck me. They are nothing but sand now.”

Your face drops. Sometimes you forget that Angron has never felt anything but pain his entire life. And it’ll continue, as the nails will never be removed. What little you can do to them only serves to prolong what he feels. Your fingers brush over more of his mauled skin.

One might call it cruel. But you want him to have at least a few moments of peace in his life.

Your fingertips brush along the scarred skin around where the nails dig into his skull, glancing at his expression. It’s softened ever so slightly, but you can see anger still etched into his skin. 

You don’t know how you went from the brain hijacking, heart wrenching terror, to feeling this way. Part of you will still always remain frightened of him; Of the sheer strength he can barely keep in check in the best of moments, that is always boiling beneath the surface. But there’s something that over time has gradually fallen over that terror like a thick heavy curtain draped atop a coffin.

You love him.

In a way that makes you sick to your stomach, churning in a way that has you petrified to be near him, but also away from him.

You can’t say that he’s been kind. You’d be stupid to even assume as such; Even with the key you hold, he’s still him. His grip on you is rough- your body has bruises from shoulder to wrist, he speaks to you in short quips. He uses more words now, but he still will never reflect back whatever you give him. You can see the moments where he tries, but he simply isn’t capable of it. You can’t ask a man who’s known nothing but endless pain and suffering to suddenly not rip and tear every hand that reaches for him. But you can maybe numb it- put bandages over gushing wounds and cover scars, trying to give a modicum of kindness before he’s sunken down too deep into his own abyss. 

You can feel him watch you as your hands touch his face, his brow is tight knit and his armor makes soft metal noises as pieces gently knock against each other when he shifts. The hand that had been on your shoulder has long since moved, it now wraps around your elbow instead; As if he’s debating removing you.

You hold a softness in your eyes reserved for the closeness of family, friends, or lovers. He’s so rarely seen it that recognizing it was nearly impossible for him. But you look at him like that, like he’s the only thing in your world that matters. Your hands touch his face so gently he swears he can’t feel them. Like they would fall right through him as if attempting to touch a hologram.

How? 

Angron doesn't understand why. He isn’t something you can love. There’s just, nothing in him capable of receiving or reciprocating it. He’s done nothing but kill, tear, maim, splatter every wall he’s near with the blood of others or his own. 

To be the object of another’s affection is a laughable concept. He’s a creature, a creation of war; Lorgar likes to call the Primarchs the product of the Emperor’s Mastery, his sons, as much as the phrase makes bile rise in his throat- but Angron knows he’s nothing but a pieced together amalgamation of DNA made to fulfill a purpose. He was not made to feel any of this. 

You kiss him. 

You feel his hot breath on your face, his hands clenching into fists and threatening to dent the ceramite of his armor. He tries to funnel his anger there; His anger at the galaxy, at the Emperor, at the thought that you actually are stupid enough to think there’s something in him worthy of paying this level of gentleness to. He’s never felt things like this before. He’d never wanted to; Because he knows that the pain of it being taken away hurts far worse than the pain of never feeling it to begin with.

His face is rough as he pushes back into you, and you feel pleased to know that you didn’t overstep. He hears your soft sigh as you lean into him, hands still on his face.

But Angron knows there will be a point where you can numb it no longer. The nails are a part of him, an ever growing sea pulling him deeper and deeper into a blood red abyss. It drags him down no matter how hard he fights it, with no hope of safety or even temporary sanctuary. 

When he’s fully under, when he can no longer see ally from foe and your face and touch and voice becomes no more soothing to him than the likes of any incomprehensible field of demons yearning for his blade to slice their hide, as his nails scream and bite and beg for him to taste blood;

He dares to hope only then will someone fulfill his role of taking anger unto themself, and put him out of his torment.

[gatheredfates]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Aww, I love positivity asks! I can't say mine are in any way profound, but:

My loved ones. Cheesy, I know. Shout-out to my partner who does have a Tumblr account but refuses to be perceived because I know he'll read this and appreciate the fact I didn't tag him. I've been asked before how on earth I've been in a relationship with one person for over half my life and that's simple: I fell in love with my best friend. 💖 Also huge shoutout to @riftdancing who will be perceived because she's the platonic love of my life and, without her, I would not be who I am today. These two have seen me at my literal worst and stuck by me — I love them to bits! There's also my FC members/close friends @lightwrought / @gaygentofchaos / @whirlwyrm / @snakemoltsiren / @swingbeard / @dragons-ire / other people I have missed and/or wouldn't like to be tagged but know you are included because I love you. IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. Also everyone in Seafloor!

Music. I've always loved music, but I really only got into music and listening to different things later in life! Sleep Token fundamentally altered my brain chemistry and I will thrust them on anyone who will listen (start with Sundowning through to Take Me Back to Eden if you want the whole ~experience~ but Jaws is also a good separate introduction). I've also come to love Crywolf, Ashnikko, Bad Omens, as well as old faithfuls like Red, Evanescence, Halsey, etc.

My cat. She's not really my cat, but she adopted me. Ratticus le Catticuses the third of her name; brat cat, rat cat; little goblin; my little baby girl, love of my life. (Her name is Lucy).

Graphics design/creativity. I make it no secret my favourite part of my irl work is when I can make a brochure/pamphlet/poster. I don't profess to be an absolute master in it, and I'm entirely self-taught, but there is something about making something better. It's the same with GPOSING and the like. I don't do it often, but my edits are there. There are people in the community that use the little dividers I put together in Canva. It makes me happy!

My current mental health/personal journey. I'm in a really good spot mentally. My diagnosis has changed my life, and I was already on a good trajectory with my personal mantra/outlook on life prior to it. A few years go I was extremely depressed/anxious, I had a lot of trauma/paranoia around my spaces, and acted in ways I'm not proud of. I've reached out and reconciled a lot of it, and it's allowed me to engage with this community and my personal projects in a manner that's healthy and engaging for me. I was in a spot of ~drama~ recently (which I won't get into — that's another personal choice I made to keep things between relevant parties) and, rather than freaking out and thinking everyone hated me... I just dealt with it. I took all sides, formulated my opinions and blocked the people I didn't want to deal with. I was SO proud/happy with myself — I still am! It's not world-ending like it used to feel and that's so freeing for me as someone who used to be a chronic people-pleaser/conflict averse. I still want to try to be the latter, but I really believe the manta of 'be kind, take no shit'. It's done wonders for my happiness.

This got really long, I appreciate anyone who got to the bottom! I'll send these out to ten people from my permanent interaction call because I think that's nice. Thank you @disciple-of-frost for sending this in!! ✨

[chobani-flip]

the problem with love interests for buck and eddie, why the fandom hates them all except tommy, and why buddie endgame would save the showrunners a lot of hassle A RAMBLING ESSAY

ok, so POINT ONE, let's be real, let's call spade a spade: a not insignificant part of that is ✨ (internalised) misogyny✨

you love these two characters, right? buck and eddie, and you love to see them interact and watch how the depths of their friendship deepen even further and you want to see a queer love story on screen because it would be so FUCKING cool, there can never ever be enough of those, and it's right there, it's within reach, WHY IS SOME WOMAN HERE TAKING UP VALUABLE BUDDIE/QUEER-POTENTIAL SCREENTIME

how do i know this? because ive experienced it, and i would bet a not insignificant portion of my worldly possessions that im not the only one

it's kinda fucked up, but i think if we breathe through it, engage rational thought and don't join a mob spewing vitriol in the actors' and showmakers' spaces about it, we can be kinda fucked up about it and learn how to manage it on tumblr and ao3

but that was just point one, what about the rest? or are we all simply crazed shippers who need to touch grass?

nope.

so why do we hate Buck and Eddie's love interests except for tommy?

TLDR:

whoever Eddie and Buck end up with MUST have at least one single good, deep-ish relationship with someone other than them from the 118, otherwise the narrative is overpeopled and overwhelming.

that's why Tommy works and Taylor, Ana, Natalia, Marisol etc don't

there won't be an endgame relationship for either Buck and Eddie before the show starts wrapping up

edit, after getting lost in the tags and seeing how truly unhinged parts of the fandom have become/always been: ok, part of the reason the fandom hated those women definitely was the fact yall need a kick up the butt about the fact that you treat shipping as though it's an office people are sworn into and the fandom's job is to monitor it and police it by mobbing wtf is wrong with you (those of you who are doing it?)

anyway, read more of my long-ass theory below 🤣

well, point two is the nature of the show and the structure of the episodes

it's an ensemble, feel-good-with-spectacles show that for narrative coherence relies on tying the calls the ensemble responds to to some sort of an event that is relevant to one of the character's personal life

that's a lot to ask of 45 minutes, so it's lucky that the main characters (bobby, athena, buck, chimney, hen, maddie, eddie) are paired up for these personal narratives and lessons: bobby+athena, bobby+buck, bobby+eddie, hen+karen, hen+chim, chim+maddie, maddie+buck, buck+eddie

just look at it. it is A LOT of stories, right?

and since family life, building a family, making a family, staying a family is the name of the game in this show, it's lucky that bobby and athena, chimney and maddie, hen and karen are established as their own little family units with romantic relationships and can go through all these things together

but what about eddie and buck? well, they're their own unit, along with christopher. they're great together and it's satisfying to watch them on screen together, so we want more of it. and...

and look, the fact is that most of the narratives we see in general are amatonormative. we are conditioned to look for romantic love in every story we watch. that's not necessarily wrong or bad. it's just the way we are as a society.

because 118 is a found family that's formed of traditional family units (by which i mean amatonormative) the firehouse family is the larger overarching structure, the foundation on which the romantic relationships are built, the pin that holds all the strings together.

buck and eddie are the only ones with loose romantic strings.

when we see two romantically unattached characters on screen, attaching them becomes the goal. getting them a proper love interest gives you narrative tension and something to work towards and build a story around.

the problem is that 911 already has a shitton of characters. and to write a love story that would be satisfying and on par with what Bobby has with Athena, Hen with Karen and Maddie with Chimney, you need to give both parts of the couple time on screen, together and separately. the separately is veeery important.

we love these couples because we've watched them grow and we've seen them fail and we've got to know them.

now tell me, WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET THAT AMOUNT OF SCREENTIME FOR TWO NEW WHOLE CHARACTERS?? in 45 minutes where at least 3 things are happening to the main cast at once and also there's explosions and car crashes and DJs glued to billboards?

WHERE?

well, you can introduce a new character through another storyline Buck and Eddie experience in episode. like Ana and the skateboard and Ali with the earthquake and Natalia with the living funeral and Marisol with the hardware store.

now, let me make something clear: there is NOTHING wrong with any of these characters. stg the way some of the fandom goes on about them you'd think these women are the satan. they could have worked in relationships with Buck and Eddie. IF they had been given the opportunity to become involved with the firehouse family in any way.

it's just not enough to have Ana watch over Eddie in hospital or sit on the couch with him and Chris, or play charades. that simply doesn't cut it.

Karen and Hen work because they are married and have a child together and have been from the start, even before we knew just how friendly Chim and Karen are. HenRen came as a unit, and Karen has been around long enough and given enough time throughout the entire show that we accept her as part of the firehouse family, even though she doesn't interact with the 118 other than Hen very often.

so if you want a longer term believable relationship that the audience can become attached to, what do you do?

well, you can give Ana a storyline with Athena and Hen, maybe there's an emergency at the school (no, bringing muffins during a blackout and eating them off screen just aint it chief). you can have Natalia call 911 and Maddie picks up, and Natalia gets another perspective on death that has less of a Ask-a-Mortician vibe and more terrible sudden tragedy.

so why not do that? the writers aren't idiots. I don't subscribe to the belief that they are utter geniuses and can do no wrong either (there has been stuff that was A CHOICE), but they know what they're doing.

idk if they didn't commit to the previously mentioned relationships because of stuff with budgets and actor availabilities and all that stuff that goes into a tv show production.

or if becuase when you leave your two unattached strings dangling, you have more stories to tell than if you leave only one.

THE PROBLEM OF TK (not from Lone Star)

well, you can also introduce a love interest another way.

you reach into the past and select a character your audience has already met. enter...

Taylor Kelly. ha, did you think I was gonna say Tommy Kinard? well, this does apply to Tommy too.

Taylor left an impression in Dosed, didn't she? there was chemistry between her and Buck, her job brought her naturally in contact with the firehouse calls, so why not bring her back as Buck's love interest?

why did so many of us hate her so much? why didn't she work?

it wasn't just that she took up buck-eddie-together screentime

I believe it's because even though Taylor's willingness to exploit Bobby's personal tragedy was (under a certain lens) presented as a girlboss move ("you don't have to like it"), it's an utterly despicable thing to do and besides "i tell other people's stories for a living because i hate telling my own" the show never (as far as i remember) gave her a moment when she could show she regretted her lack of compassion.

it wouldn't have taken much. just one single moment with Bobby (maybe even separately from Bobby), where she in some way shows that she knows that with great news-power comes great responsibility and she regrets the harm she did or could have caused not only to Bobby.

look at Tommy, he was a dickhead when we first met him. to Hen, to Chim, but we got that one reconciliation scene with Chimney and then a couple of short scenes interacting with the firehouse in a friendly way and we ADORE HIM.

and it's not just because Lou Ferrigno Jr. is hot and we like to see hot boys kissing other hot boys, though that does certainly contribute.

and it's not just because through Tommy, we get the possibility of a buddie endgame: although that also does contribute

it's because Tommy through those snippets in Chimney Begins, Hen Begins, Bobby Begins Again is already tied into the foundation of 118. Even without the occasional mentions through the rest of the show, even without the helicopter ride and the mouth static.

he's established, he's in good standing with the Family, he doesn't require massive amounts of screentime and storytime to make him so.

ADDITIONALLY, through a relationship with him we get to see Buck, the main character, explore who he is and evolve and come into his own.

I actually firmly believe that BuckTommy could be endgame and it would be a satisfying ending.

If it wasn't for Eddie flailing around talking about repression and catholic guilt.

Because we see how unhappy Eddie is, we seek to have him be comforted by his partner, the one other unattached romantic string, Buck. that's the only thing that makes sense. AT THE MOMENT.

unless they give us some serious Marisol experiences with the firehouse on screen, there is no way the Eddie and Marisol thing will be satisfying or long-lasting. no matter what bra the actress wears in which scene and how great the character allegedly is with christopher.

unless they give us another new character for Eddie to fall in love with that forms a bond with the firehouse.

srsly, without other good connection(s) to the firehouse family, any romantic interest for Buck and Eddie just doesn't feel like they belong because they are hanging onto the plot by just one string (to continue the metaphor), and they feel extraneous, redundant and don't mesh. we haven't had time with them, we're not invested in them, which makes them frustrating to watch because why are we here with this rando when buck/eddie in their place would be so much more satisfying?

(i believe lucy could have worked if they had given her more time and importance in the story, and didn't start her out with the cheating plotline. but i don't think she was ever srsly considered a love interest more of a complication to the buck/taylor stuff)

so why do I think Buddie can be an endgame only if the show's wrapping up?

because I don't think the writers will want to abandon the loose romantic strings for Buck and Eddie before the last season.

they won't want to miss out on the potential storylines

and even though if you get Buck and Eddie together romantically, you're going to get A LOT of story out of that, eventually, all water finds its level and so you can't have them on a relationship roller-coaster for too long before it becomes unsettling and unsatisfying.

Buck and Eddie would be excellent together not only because of the deep bond they already share, but because it lets the writers tie up loose ends without needing extra screentime for other characters. and once you put them together, you really don't want to break them apart. unless you want a how-i-met-your-mother shit ending.

so. that's it. that's my big spec and meta. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[togrowoldinv]

Ghost of You

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

When Wanda leaves for the battle over the accords, she doesn’t come back home. Would she ever return?

Note: This takes place from Civil War to Infinity War. It’s an angsty one. Enjoy!

Please also note that I’ve switched to having a library blog instead of doing tag lists. Please follow @togrowoldinvlibrary for updates!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff is the reason that your world goes round. She’s the reason your feet dance to the beat of an imperceptible drum.

When you met her, it took you by surprise how quickly you fell in love with her. You weren’t a part of her hero world, but rather you had a normal job and a normal life.

But when you were with Wanda, her life made perfect sense. She felt so normal, so able to exist and take up space.

You knew that things had gotten difficult between the Avengers. Wanda told you about the accords and how she felt like they were never going to be a team again.

She was terribly upset about it. Her newfound family was dissipating in the blink of an eye.

Before she left your house for the fight, she held you close and kissed your forehead.

“When will you be back?” You asked her. Your hand was tangled in her hair.

“I don’t know,” she answered. Her voice was quiet, truly unsure.

You sighed and took her hand in yours, feeling the coolness of the metal against you. Bringing her hand to your lips, you kissed the back of it gently.

“I love you,” you told her. She breathed deeper.

Wanda then let go of your hand and carefully took one of her rings off. Kissing your hand, she took it and placed the ring on your finger. It felt like a promise.

“To keep a piece of me with you while I’m gone,” she explained.

“I’ll treasure it,” you told her. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Wanda loved your sadness away. For some reason, it felt like the last time it would happen.

“I’ll love you forever,” Wanda said once she was by the door.

“I love you, Wanda. Everything will be just fine,” you replied.

The goodbyes felt rushed with just one more kiss. Wanda had to go help half of her friends and fight the other half. It didn’t make any sense to her.

You’re not really sure what happened after that. You heard on the news that a few of the Avengers were on the run, but you didn’t know the fate of the others. You didn’t know where Wanda was and there was no way to find out.

You learned that it was top secret information. The remaining free Avengers didn’t know about your relationship with Wanda. The only person who knew was Natasha, and she was on the run.

It has been two years of no contact at all from Wanda. You tried to move on, but you couldn’t forget her. You couldn’t forget all the promises you made together. You couldn’t stop listening to her favorite song over and over again.

The ring she placed on your finger is your reminder of her. You hold it close to your heart.

Wanda was alive, you told yourself that she had to be. Surely, someone would’ve reached out to you if not. Unless everyone was gone.

That thinking became oddly relevant on a random weekday. The sun was shining, and the world was ending. You didn’t really know what was happening, but people around you seemed to just disappear into thin air.

You had no idea why you didn’t join them. It felt like watching a movie scene unfold in front of you. You ran home and locked all of your doors.

It’s been two days since what the news is referring to as a catastrophic loss of humankind. You’re still confused and terrified, not having slept in days.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door. You look out the peephole to see a blonde woman. She doesn’t look immediately familiar, but when you look closer you realize who it is.

“Natasha?” You open the door with the word.

“Hey y/n,” she says. Her voice is quiet, distant. She looks like she’s been through hell. Her suit is ripped and dirty and her eyes are rimmed red from emotion.

“What’s happening? The news isn’t saying anything, but-“

“We lost,” Natasha interrupts you. She walks into your house and you shut the door. Nat fiddles with her hands, something you never see her do.

“You lost? What does that mean?” You ask her. You walk towards her. You notice her green eyes are filling with tears.

“We lost to Thanos and he snapped away half of the population,” Natasha says.

Your head feels like it could explode. What do her words even mean?

“Where’s Wanda?” You ask her. She doesn’t answer. “Where’s Wanda?” You ask louder this time.

Natasha looks down at the floor. She’s never seemed smaller. The words come out in a whisper, “She’s gone.”

“What do you mean gone?”

“She disappeared with the others,” Nat answers.

“No, she didn’t,” your words come out quietly. And then you get angry. “No! No, she didn’t!”

You’re pacing back and forth and Natasha watches for a moment before she steps closer to you.

“Y/n, it’s alright. We’ll figure out what happened and do what we can,” Natasha says. She’s trying to keep her voice calm.

“How did this happen?” You don’t really ask her. It’s more so rhetorical.

Natasha’s hand reaches for your shoulder to stop your pacing. You flinch. You haven’t been touched in years.

“Natasha, please you have to save her. You have to, please,” you beg her. Both of you are crying at this point. “Please, I can’t live without her!”

Natasha finally pulls you into her arms. You grasp her shirt front and cry into her chest. She cries silently while holding you.

“It’s going to be okay,” she says over and over again. You cry into her arms for what feels like hours. She doesn’t move from her spot, being the steady rock you need.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re upset too,” you say once you finally stop crying for the moment.

“I am, yeah. We lost a lot of people,” Natasha says.

The two of you sit down on your couch and she tells you of the state of the team. She doesn’t know about the ones in space, she has to assume they’re gone. Nat tells you of her family, of her sister, and you hold her as she cries.

When Nat leaves, you sit at the dinner table alone. You turn on Wanda’s favorite song. By the end of the song, the ring on your finger feels like it’s burning.

You slip it off and spin it on the tabletop. It comes to a stop as the song comes to and end.

And the music fades just like Wanda did.

Will your feet ever dance again?

[gendervapor14]

you there! do you like One Piece? do you like Rare-Pairs?

c'mere... come a little closer...

✨ i made a discord server!! ✨

Rare-Pear ~ a One Piece Rare-Pair Server!

after holding several different conversations across a variety of platforms, i decided maybe it was time to try and make my own server! rare-pairs hold a special place in my heart. they don't often get as much love as some of the more popular ships and tropes, which can leave the creators feeling awfully lonely.

SO! i sought to remedy that! 🥰 together, we can find other niche creations and creators and give them all the hype they deserve! there are channels for bouncing ideas around, sharing fics and art, and plenty of space for general discussion/analyses. we also have an ao3 collection to flaunt all the fruits of our labor! 🍐💕

i will post the detailed rules below the cut, but here's the tl:dr for anyone who's just doing a quick scroll:

writers, artists, and casual consumers are all welcome!

focus on pairings with <100 stories on ao3 using otp:true

must be 20+ to join

no anti/proship discourse

roles to opt in/out of nsfw or dark content

rules and link to join beneath the cut! if/when the link expires, feel free to shoot me a DM or reply and i'll gladly refresh the link 🥰

RULES

this server was created to offer a place for those who enjoy rare pairs in the One Piece fandom. for the sake of this server, a rare pair is defined as a pairing who has less than 100 works on ao3 using "otp:true". (romantic or platonic!) but don’t panic! if your OTP (or one of them) has more than 100 works, that’s okay! you are still welcome here! just be sure to encourage those who are creating for and/or celebrating smaller pairings.

you must be 20+ years old to join this server.

respect is vital. any form of hate speech or bigotry will not be tolerated. if a ship, story, or trope is not your cup of tea, don’t drink it! disagreements are inevitable, but the nature of this server is to support one another, so please be respectful if ideas collide. different interpretations should be encouraged!

no anti/proship discourse.

no underage content.

no AI-generated content.

dark/sensitive works and discussions are to be posted in the “bruised fruits” category so people can easily mute these channels. this includes subjects that may involve non-con, dub-con, incest, gore, suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, and animal abuse. if you encounter an additional subject you’d like to be filtered into this channel, do not hesitate to reach out to a mod.

other nsfw works and discussions should be posted in the “spicy fruits” category so people can easily mute these channels. this includes subjects that may involve nudity or sex. if you encounter an additional subject you’d like to be filtered into this channel, do not hesitate to reach out to a mod.

fanart shared in dark/nsfw channels should still be covered with a spoiler tag and explicitly labeled to ensure maximum comfort for all individuals.

be mindful of the content you consume. do not harass any individuals or creations under any circumstances. a mod will step in if there is a violation of the rules.

this server is focused on rare pairs in the One Piece fandom, but other fandom discourse is welcome, and belongs in the appropriate “#other fruits” channel. feel free to make a thread for your fandom as well, if you find others who share an interest in it!

feel free to create your own threads! whether it be a thread for your pairing, or a thread for your current wip. just be sure to create your thread in the appropriate category/channel.

try to keep conversations relevant per channel. each category has their own channels for general discussion/analyses. off-topic conversations are encouraged in the “#general chat” channel in the “picnic table” category.

you are encouraged to post fanfiction/fanart, but be sure to do so in the correct fanfiction/fanart channels. when posting fic recs or others’ artwork, be sure to include the link to credit the original artist.

any additional questions or concerns can be brought to the “#questions/suggestions” channel under the “welcome!” category, or discussed via DM with a mod :)

hope to see you there! 🍐♥

[wowifinallywatched]

Wow I Finally Watched Sunshine

What happens when you put Cillian Murphy and Chris Evans in close confinement on their way to send a bomb into the sun?

Did I mention the incredible Michelle Yeoh and Benedict Wong are apart of these space shenanigans?

Have I gotten your attention of this very underrated movie yet?

Sunshine came out in 2007 and I had never once heard or seen anything of this movie until a few days ago, While I was innocently scrolling through Disney+, This movie appeared.

Now, Being a huge fan of Chris Evans for many years and recently diving into the work of Cillian Murphy, I was already hooked.

But then you tell me this is a Sc-fi Psychological Thriller set in space?

NOW I REALLY AM HOOKED.

But this isn't just a 'For the scares and spooks' of space travel that film often portrays, This is a film ahead of it's time. A story that could be told in any year, Because this will always be relevant.

This movie makes you think.

What is beyond the stars? What would you do in these humanity-testing scenarios? What would you do when you've come face to face with not only the surface of the sun, but also your own heart?

A movie that questions your own humanity, A movie that has made you feel something so real that it makes your chest feel tight as if you're in that scenario, As if you're apart of a team with these people by your side day in and day out - That is a job well done.

While this movie did take a little bit to get into, it builds the suspence of what's really going on here. But everytime you think you'll look away, you reach for your phone - The movie does something that makes you need to rewind and go "Did they really just say that?"

And when you reach that moment.

There's no going back.

This movie was so incredibly different than anything I've experience for a while and As a thorough enjoyer of the Sci-fi genre in all different forms, This was a truly pleasant surprise.

***Please be cautious minor spoilers in the tags***

***Please read the content warnings of this movie before watching, it can depict scenes that may trigger some individuals***

[wellhalesbells]

wip wednesday

Taking the opportunity from @piratefalls for the tag! Even if I just start the year out strong (like this year lol), I would like to get this fic out before I fall totally apart [snorts]

Derek’s standing at the door, counting the pack out under the guise of being an attentive host, when Stiles pivots, plops down on an ottoman that’s only recently been repurposed as an extra chair because Derek (reluctantly) has that many people now, and sprawls out as though his mere presence is as good as planting a flag.  He tries not to stare as Stiles reaches into the dregs of a plastic bowl of cold and mostly unpopped popcorn, dropping it into his open mouth without much effort at precision (or embarrassment about the lacktherof).  Derek hates that he’s so aware of him, so aware of all of them, counting them in his space, resenting their greedy breaths that seem to steal air reserved for his lungs. He’s trying to welcome them under his guard, but it’s hard when that welcome is suffocating. “I’m staying,” Stiles tells him, and Derek’s shoulders pull in as his teeth loudly crack a kernel.  Stiles sits up straighter, drags the same book from earlier into his lap, and says, “We’ll figure something out.  There’s endless information on vampires; some of it has to be relevant, right?” Derek takes a breath, because he can, tells himself that again when his vision starts to narrow, and looks pointedly to the stack at the end of the table.  “That doesn’t excuse you bringing those.” Stiles continues to leaf through the tome on his lap and hums.  “If any of the Twilight series ends up being relevant, you owe me a Dilly bar and an apology, okay?” Derek rolls his eyes. * Derek walks back to the edge of the lake.  Stiles is still soaking, blinking, sluggishly bleeding when Derek thrusts his gas station purchase into his hands.  He’d gotten some looks, his appearance closer to an pint-sized swamp thing than a paying customer, but the ten dollars left for a dollar fifty purchase had stopped anyone from mentioning out loud the puddles he’d left in his wake. Stiles blinks some more, carefully reaches for it, plastic crinkling under his fingers, the last two nails already bruised purple.  His lips tilt up at the ungainly, permanent-markered scrawl of ‘SORRY.’  The plastic had creased and bunched under Derek’s hand, the skeptical attendant tracking everything he did with the borrowed Sharpie and adding an unwelcome level of scrutiny.  In the end, the word looked childish and messy but it kept his promise.  Stiles unwraps the Dilly bar, takes a huge bite, shivers, and says, “Apology accepted.”

no pressure tagging: @andavs, @rosieposiepuddingnpie, @kikiroo, @callunavulgari, @wolfspurr and anyone else who wants to! Like Kel said, just tag me if you saw this and got inspired to post :)

[prettylittlehoard]

Biscuits

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader Warnings and Tags: fluff, making biscuits cat-style, author gives 0 fucks Summary: You flop down on the couch next to Spencer and start kneading biscuits on his thigh. Yes, like a cat.

You're stressed. You're hella stressed. You just finished a big job that tested your patience, among other things, and even though the job is done, the stress remains. So you seek out your lovely boyfriend, hoping he's not busy with anything.

Spencer is in the living room on the couch reading something called "The Elegant Intersection of Gravity and Thermodynamics". You only have the vaguest idea of what any of that means, but that's irrelevant. What is relevant is the fact that Spencer's lap is blessedly empty.

You creep over to the couch and lie face-down in the remaining space, not once disturbing Spencer from his reading. The top of your head presses gently against the side of his thigh, but your feet hang over the arm of the couch. You've been in weirder positions. Slowly you press your head into him a little more and turn it side to side. He knows that when you do it slowly like that, you're not trying to get his attention, so he keeps reading. He does rest his hand on the back of your head, fingers gently messing with your hair occasionally. All of this is good, but one thing would make it perfect.

You shift around a bit, then reach up and start kneading his thigh with both hands. You alternate between squeezing him and pressing your palms and knuckles in. Yes, much like a cat would. The first time you'd done it, Spencer had looked at you with confusion written all across his face. He hadn't been judging you, he'd simply not been expecting his girlfriend to start making biscuits on him like a cat. When you explained that it helped soothe and de-stress you, he looked at you thoughtfully before nodding in acceptance.

Were you a real cat, you'd be purring right now. Instead, you nudge your head against him one last time before drifting off to sleep, all your worries forgotten.

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

I still cant believe you and your wack fans found a twitter account posting gross art that used tags specific to that wack fetish in a way that made it very clear what the art was going to be, then clicked on the blurred image anyway and acted all shocked. You then proceeded to SHARE THE LINK TO THE ART. you were legit like "smh i cant believe this guy would post something so depraved in a public space" despite the fact you exposed a much larger audience to it than the twitter account would have ever gotten. I would have literally never seen any of that shit if your stupid ass didn't post the link. I would have gone my whole life never seeing it because i dont actively search "necrophilic feral art" on twitter.

Im not going to debate the actual ethicality of agro's art, but from your perspective: if you genuinely thought the content was harmful why did you share it???

I wonder if theres a term for this type of blunder. Theres definitely "dead dove: do not open" and "👀girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament" elements at play here, but i wonder if theres a term for when internet people share niche disturbing content only to accomplish exposing the content to a larger audience and not actually do any "justice".

Anon I don’t have a twitter, did not visit his twitter, did not link his twitter, and just reblogged a few screen shots that showed his posts and heavily censored pictures of his art. I explicitly avoided any call out that posted the uncensored versions because I didn’t want anyone to have to actually look at the graphic material themselves.

And I only saw it in the first place because people linked me a call out post made by someone who has me blocked and doesn’t even like my blog lol.

You’re reaching very hard to try to catch me in a “ohoho you MUST have LIKED that stuff or you would’ve never FOUND IT” as though Agro and I didn’t have a previous falling out that made it relevant enough that my followers kept sending me receipts. I don’t know how or why the pit bull blog found all of that. You’d have to ask them, not me, because my answer is that I received some ten asks within an hour about it as soon as the post made by someone I’m not affiliated with was circulating.

Idk, anon. You’re grasping at straws on this one. I have also never gone to twitter and searched “necrophilic feral art”. I doubt the pit bull blog did either, Agro has promoted his nsfw twitter in his main account in the past. I think that just might be a more likely explanation for people finding it and being disturbed by what he posted since they could have followed his main for normal furry and warrior cats art.