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[fullcravings]

Paleo Chocolate Mini Olive Oil Bundt Cake

[notthedyingtype]

@dcwnseeker liked for a starter // Clarice &&. Eric

"You do realize," there's a minor pause in her speech, casting a quick glance at her nearby monitor when it beeps. "That that calculation isn't accurate? It won't boost the range." Pushing away from the table filled with schematics in front of her, Clarice glides across the lab in her chair to settle in front of her computer. "We need to tweak it a little bit. I ran the model, it won't work."

[notthedyingtype]

@dcwnseeker // snow confronted bigby: "❝ ... when were you going to tell me about this? ❞"

brows furrow in mild annoyance, drawing in a deep breath to stamp down his frustrations. he's not annoyed or frustrated at snow. more so the situation he had found himself in. he knew trying to hide things from snow wasn't ideal, or easy, at all, but he also knew she had enough to worry about as is with becoming the mayor of fabletown. rough fingers rise to pinch the bridge of his nose as he draw in another deep breath.

"now i guess." he'd much rather not have to tell her at all really. but she had every right to know as well. "dr. swineheart says it isn't fatal. i'll heal, thankfully." bigby just can't eat anymore silver for a while. which, he had no complaints about. not only did it make his skin, and bones, burn, but it left a flavor to be desired in the base of his throat. even if he was only shot in the leg, as far from the throat as possible, he could still taste it at the back of his throat. it was similar to the taste of blood -- a tinge of copper, but more burnt.

[othmeralia]

This is an amazing German manuscript from circa 1671. It's called Kunst Buch von allerhandt rahren undt schönen inventionen so wohl in der Feuerwerckerey Kunst als auch in der Büchsenmeisterey zusammen and was written by Andreas Räbel, a pyrotechnician.

An original work of a 17th century pyrotechnician, with the formulas he used to make fireworks. This is a manual how to make and use them, in which the author betrays secret recipes for the construction of rockets, flares, bombs. Ingredients are specified: camper, antimony, coal, tin, orpiment, chalk, tree oil, mercury, line oil, brandy, ammonium, arcanuni, chlroide, resin, and a host of other untranslatable elements. The fireworks that Räbel describes come in all forms and shapes. Descriptions follow for the construction of rocket posts, launchers, and fixtures to be mounted on buildings, small castles, and castles. Shown in finely colored pen drawings, labeled with reference numbers and letters and provided with a scale. Detonators are describes, small bombs, smoke-balls, balls of light, fireballs, storm-balls, big guns, fireworks and hundreds of other instructions. He also narrates the memorable wedding of Emperor Leopold von Habsburg with Margarita Theresa of Spain on December 12, 1666.

[notthedyingtype]

@wakingdrcams continued from [x]

Chance encounters seemed ages ago; meeting simply because of the bond she had with his sister, but that obsessive desire to have him never once faded. Lydia was also a friend though &&. she knew better than to step on toes as well, keeping her head on her shoulders &&. any needs to herself. Lyla stuck with work &&. very disappointing one night stands to keep those urges in check, but he always wormed his way back under her skin one way or another.

Alexis' mention of her brother does make that bit of worry spike up, but it's guised as simple acceptance to help her best friend out. She told her she would check in &&. update once she knew what was going on. &&. it took some well timed maneuvering to get inside unseen. Though she is starting to kind of regret it -- Wes was a mess.

He tastes like cheap alcohol &&. cigarettes &&. desperation &&. she aches for him -- wanting nothing more than to follow that demanding touch against her. To allow herself to sit on his lap &&. let this all play out - probably not for the better - but she has to pull back. She can't do that to Lydia or Alexis. Soft, delicate fingers rest lightly against the line of his jaw, smothering the urge to lean back in &&. forget about the taste of alcohol on his lips, but she can't. Not like this.

At least, not this night that is. Slender arms come up to cross over the strap of her chest holster, turning to watch him as he attempts to leave. "You taste like cheap alcohol again tomorrow, Wesley, don't expect a kiss back."

[notthedyingtype]

shadows dance against lights that play behind closed eyes, the other woman doing what she was good at it would seem -- focusing on creating the perfect color combination. it was difficult to continue to languish in darkness waiting for the surprise, but varity was nothing if not patient as the other woman keeps working.

"if? vera, you guys have this in the bag. no doubt about that one." it was an attempt to calm any hidden anxieties -- gentle hands coming back to rest against thighs instead of being draped over hips, ever grateful that she had stumbled into this woman's world at the time that she did. who knew djing had such high rewards?

head twitches as if to lean into that gentle touch, stilling at the last moment so as not to disturb her work. the smallest twitch of lips beguiles how she misses the warmth and weight of the other woman in her lap the minute she is gone. varity is slow to stand, at the others request, crossing to the mirror in the hall -- warm and radiant smile curling back lips to match the vibrant colors painted over features. "you did amazing. i can't thank you enough. you're coming to the show tonight right? can't wait to show of your work."

v nods along as she focuses on applying the eyeshadow carefully, switching brushes briefly to add another color and one other one to blend the colors. it was a similar color combination to one of her most recent art pieces and she was excited to try it out on something other than her canvas.

"if we do get big from this gig, i guess we'll be buying drinks anytime we go out." but even more than that, they could really do anything they wanted once the eddies came rolling in. she had her own anxieties about the gig, but everything seemed to be so planned out that she could almost convince herself that nothing could go wrong...

she sets aside her brushes and uses the tip of her finger to carefully clean along the edge of varity's eyes before she smiles and climbs off of her. "there. go check it out in the mirror."

[rascalentertainments]

Good Night (A Psych Family AU snippet)

After many...explosive tests, Professor Von Schlemmer decided to finally stop attempting to figure out Silver's powers before he probably lost an arm in the process. He gently placed Silver in a makeshift bed made of spare blankets to comfort him.

"I zink I haf had enough excitement undt surprises fur ein day. It's time fur you to go sleep, little ein." He sighed as he patted the hedgehog on the head.

The cub titled his head to the side in confusion on why the man was leaving.

"Ve vill haf a bright undt busy day tomorrow, so get some rest now!" He chimed as he turned off the lights. He then hummed as he left the room.

Silver was left in the dark. The room seemed much different without the light or the professor in it. The bedding he was in was comfortable, but he looked around and started to whimper.

Back in the main room, the professor was too tired to get back to his own bed, so he asked the bits to take the equipment and recent notes back to his lab for him. The mini robots happily obliged and worked together to carry everything away.

The professor dragged himself to the couch and stretched his arms out as he yawned. He didn't even bother to change out of his lab coat, (Had a ton of the same kind anyway) he just wanted to rest. He laid down down on the couch and sighed. "Maybe ze kouncil vill know vhat to do mitt him. I'm nicht sure I kan keep up mitt his power! He's a schtrange kreature, but he needs help. Much more zan I kan efer profide him..."

Suddenly there was a strange humming sound coming from across the room. Von Schlemmer thought he may had left one of his devices on by accident. Or maybe the bits were making some noise in the lab.

Then he felt something soft land on his chest. And it was moving? The professor opened one eye and saw Silver glowing a few inches from his face. He was covered in cyan light as his golden eyes started back at him. The hedgehog looked scared.

"ACK! Nein, nein, nein! You're zupposed to be in your own bed!" The man exclaimed, trying not accidentally throw the cub off.

Silver's glow disappeared as he gently rubbed his head against the professor's chest. He seemed to want to be right here more than his own room.

"How vill you learn to adapt if you're here?" "Besides, you vould be much more komfortable hafving a room to your..." his voice trailed off as he watched the hedgehog.

The little creature yawned, showing his very tiny fangs that hadn't quite grown fully. He soon began snoring quietly as he nuzzled his face against the professor's chest.

Professor Von Schlemmer wasn't used to this kind of contact, at least with an organic life form. He gained plenty of affection from his companions the bits, but there was something different about this. The hedgehog felt warm and....alive. The professor was already growing attached to him, despite only having him for one day. He was even having second thoughts about letting the council have him. What if Silver was expiremented on? What if they wanted to use his powers for their own devices? What if Silver was hungry and they had no apples on hand? He quickly removed those thoughts from his mind.

He gently put his hand over the baby's fur, feeling his soft quills as Silver slept, making the critter purr. His eyes wandered to Silver's hands, which were slowly pulsating light through those curious symbols. Von Schlemmer wanted to run more tests and try to decipher the mystery behind them and the psychokinesis with them. But that would have to wait until tomorrow, he was already tired enough.

"Oh vell, I suppose ein night here vouldn't hurt. But tomorrow, you must sleep in your own bed! Perhaps your family vill return soon undt pick you up..." Von Schlemmer closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.

To make sure I didn't burn out on Wish Concept Art, I took a small break to dive more into the Sonic fandom after the third movie. Soon it sent me down a trail of revisiting the games. Eventually I came across the comics and I fell in love with "The Silver Age" lost story arc thanks to @teampsych and @newtzii. And props to @spiritsonic for creating a fantastic new take on Silver's future! I hope we get to see it continue one day, it's so good...

I got so attached that I came up with a mini AU where Professor Von Schlemmer raises Silver and Gold as his children. He finds Silver first as a baby and Gold when she ends up in their dimension years later. I'll elaborate more when I finish the other sketches.

I got inspired by the Sonic films and the theme of family within it, so I wondered if they do plan on having Silver in a future movie, they could do something like this, and give him a family from the start. Maybe they could even add Von Schlemmer (or a character inspired by him) to the movie cast! The professor's parental habits are inspired by Professor Utonium from PPG and Mr. Ping from KFP 2, which is why he's over protective of Silver when he comes back battle damaged from the past or alternate dimension monster fights. That's his 15 year old hedgehog son, mind you.

I'm calling this "Psych Family AU"! Cause I'm a sucker for found family stories. So yeah, more will come later, but I hope anybody who reads the Sonic Comics, The Silver Age story or is a Silver the hedgehog fan like me, will enjoy this.

As for Wish Granted, I'm still writing it! I'm nearly halfway done with Chapter 15, so it'll be out later this month. Just need to get more time to write and finish! 😅 I'm still here, wish rewrite fandom!

@niko-jpeg @thespeedhighway @thesafireartist @theonyxcity (I don't know who else to tag 😅)

[reg1ment]

knee deep in ze passenger seat undt you're eatinkt me out ist it kasual now 😔

[naerwenia]

UN gives Chinese government the names of human rights activist and dissidents, resulting in human rights violations

If you didn't know, UN has been handing out the names of dissidents and human rights advocates to Chinese government since 2006, and denied it, lied about this policy to the member states. Emma Reilly is the whistleblower who made it public and was punished for it, charged for misconduct, and fired.

Last week United Nations Dispute Tribunal found that Reilly was correct for reporting about the policy and that it was still in use as a policy in 2019. The judgment acknowledges that UN has not investigated this fairly, as the "investigators" included one who was previously found guilty of using investigations for retaliation and didn't interview a single witness Reilly provided.

But also, according to the judge, Reilly should have prioritised her career over Human Rights Defenders and stayed silent, as UN has a ban on criticism. This is only a judgement on if Emma Reilly was allowed to make this information public, but in a way, she lost this, but now has has all the evidence that UN Human Rights office has been complicit in international crimes and lied about it, and every senior officer knew about it.

The judgement (PDF): https://www.un.org/en/internaljustice/files/undt/judgments/undt-2023-123.pdf

More info on the matter: https://unwatch.org/whistleblower-on-trial/

Emma Reilly's twitter thread on the matter: https://twitter.com/EmmaReillyTweet/status/1724207679223054593

[notthedyingtype]

nothing would get close enough to THINK about hurting indy, gabrielle would make sure of that to her dying breath. deep brown hues find her own, pressing her forehead against her girlfriends with a returned smile. "good. now let's get what we came here for okay?"

her fingers had soon laced with gabby's own, giving her hand a squeeze and took a deep breath, calming her racing heart. ❝ i believe you. ❞ she stated lightly with a nod of her head, sending her a small smile. whenever she was around gabby, she felt safe.

[othmeralia]

Would you catch a grenade for me?

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Image citation: Räbeln, Andreas. “Künst Büch Von Allerhandt Rahren Undt Schönen Inventionen so Wohl in Der Feuerwerckerey Künst Als Auch in Der Büchsenmeisterey Zusammen,” 1671. MS 20. Science History Institute. Philadelphia.

[tratadista]

Biber - Trombet-undt Musicalischer Taffeldienst à 4

[notthedyingtype]

@brokenmagxc confided in will: "“ i'm not afraid of death—i'm just afraid of feeling numb. ”"

no truer words have ever sunk in as deep as those with the profiler than those uttered by the quiet man beside him. death was something graham knew personally, molded by it into who he was today -- bearing scars of stories woven into the media. killers he had hunted relentlessly leaving their mark on him. lecter, dolarhyde -- hobbs, the one that haunted him still.

singular blue-hazel optic trains on the ground beneath his feet, fingers loosely interlocked between his knees as he braces his weight against forearms draped over thighs. right thumb rubs a ceaseless beat against a scar tucked within his left palm -- hesitating in how he speaks, with gruff tones cradling grim words.

"sometimes feeling numb is better than death," there comes a brief pause as the profiler lets the silence collect around them, "so long as you have something to keep you tethered to this world, you can come back from being numb." not all of you returns from the dead.

[notthedyingtype]

@omniterror liked for a starter // nancy &&. vincent

heels of palms are scratchy against closed lids, scrubbing away the clinging dryness of exhaustion. how long had she been sitting at this screen? arms extend above her head with a small groan, feeling the crinks &&. knots loosening the longer she stretches. she'll come back to research more.

when she was less exhausted.

right hand remains pressed firmly over her eye, pushing her chair in behind her, too focused on the floor beneath the boots on her feet &&. not the man she didn't see coming. "fuck." thin lips press together in a small frown, turning bleary gray hues up to the stranger in question. "i'm so sorry. i really didn't see you there."

[relationshipno169]

on sync internet wifi netwerkings goto undt do svp asap merci.... eih....