#who is it?

[radiance1]

De-aged Danny.

With a ball.

You see, very easy to kick the ball around and have fun with it, especially when it comes back to you no matter how far he kicked it. Very fun, very fast, very durable, and he can kick hard.

Sometimes he plays with it in the air, where it someone just gives a fuck you to gravity and stays in the air when he's kicking it, other times it'll abide by gravities rules when he's on the ground.

Fun for himself!

Except, in this new dimension, one of heroes and villains. He may have accidentally hit one of them with it, and if it was a normal ball then it wouldn't be a problem, but no, this is Danny's ball that's durable as fuck and since he can kick extremely hard it, well.

You can probably tell where that's going.

And you know what? The guy actually took it with zero effort, he's not even sure it affected the guy that much.

The guy was fast, accurate, and could kick just as- if not even harder than Danny could. So obviously, he started a game right then and there, in the air, despite there being no goal.

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

i made this, it was a quick sketch but i thought it was really pretty 👉👈✨🩵

[ceruleanterrapin]

I may not have a favorite brother in my own iteration but I do in fact have a favorite rise turtle

[unicornconnor]

"good morning"

Okay…. I started this art back in September 😮😥but only now I was able to finish it. For this reason, some parts can be different

(we'll not talk about the figure in the background)

[riyahartsalot]

Another idea for Vday

Who's her secret admirer?

[thatfailedpokemontrainer]

What does '//' mean and why am I seeing it everywhere!?

my head hurts arc- I- might go to bed...

[whoami-24601]

The phone felt heavy in Danny's hand as he stared down at his text messages. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this conversation for over two weeks. Contrarily, the rest of his texts have been blowing up. Anyone he's ever met had messaged, "good luck!", or "tough break!", or "thinking of you!" He appreciated those messages, mostly. He just didn't understand why this particular chat wasn't lit up. They had been getting on so well - dinners, airplane rides, even a night in watching a movie. Did his hand breaking somehow break his relationship, too?

Maybe it was an out of sight, out of mind situation. If that's the case, Danny could post a little reminder to his Insta. He took a picture of his mending hand and thought about what else to share. He hadn't really been in a picture taking mood, so nothing in his recent album seemed appropriate. He hadn't done any gym selfies in a bit. This seems like a great time to rectify that. Nothing too thirsty, just a reminder that he's working on getting back in the car.

Daniel let Spotify decide his exercise music for the day. There was a pretty good mix of modern pop with few skips. When Olivia Rodrigo's "Driver's License" came on, Danny reached to skip it since it's not really the beat he needs to keep but stopped himself and decided it was actually a perfect song for his mood. Singing out loud at full volume, he grabbed his phone, flipped on the video, and thought about the one person he wanted to hear him sing this. He stopped singing long enough to take a lipsyncing clip instead, figuring Olivia's voice would be a better representation of how he's feeling.

After the song ended, Danny caught his breath and realized he felt a lot better. Whether it was the exercise or the emotional singing session, he wasn't sure, but he was happier either way. One last gym mirror pic and he was good to go. It wasn't his usual aesthetic, but hopefully it had the intended reactions. He's still here. Working hard to get back to the car and back to 100% health. It wouldn't hurt to remind Red Bull too. He wasn't lying to himself though. He knew there was one like and comment he was most hoping to see.

[evilhorse]

And the legend of Marilyn Moonlight rides again.

[desmondwashere]

Part 1 of Amelia the cat Mother’s Day gift

Who caught the gift? Found out soon

[iamfear]

Welcome to this to this new game…..

Which Logan is this talking about?

Is it Logan from School bus graveyard or Logan from Sanders sides

Number one:

If you said Logan from school bus graveyard, You are correct, one point!

Number 2:

if you said Logan from Sanders sides, You would be correct, one point!

Number 3:

if you again said Logan from sanders sides, You are correct, one point!

Number 4:

If you said Logan from School bus graveyard you are correct, one point

Number 5:

If you said Logan from school bus graveyard, you are correct, one point!

Number 6:

If you said Logan from Sanders sides, you are correct, one point

Thank you for Playing which Logan is this, hope you enjoyed if you got 6/6 you get literally nothing. Bye!

[delicatebluebirdruins]

replaying RE7 and wondering about this picture whilst being very uncomfy

[queam]

i make you mould oughhhhhhh 👴

REVEAL YOURSELF ‼️

[navybrat817]

He looks good in any shade of blue! 💙😍💙

But is this Nick with a different haircut and more scruff? Or is this Chris all dressed up? Or a brother we don't know about? 😏

Love and thanks! 💙

[velvet-cupcake-games]

A Winter Solstice Story

Happy Solstice!

The four main holidays in Avalon are the summer and winter solstices and the spring and fall equinoxes. Each one celebrates a different aspect of Avalon life or history, and is mixed in with distinctly human takes on the fae.

Below the cut is a segment of one of the lore stories that will appear in the Made Marion Mega-Guide. It is set on the winter solstice two years before the game begins, when Marion was 18 and running her father's holding on her own. The segment begins as Marion is hosting Glastonbury's solstice gathering for the nobility, having failed to find a partner with whom to spend the Longest Night.

When designing the commoners' winter solstice festival, I was inspired by European folk festivals in which participants don elaborate costumes, mimicking supernatural beings. Enjoy!

Photo by Alistair MacRobert on Unsplash

Everyone knew that the commoners had a much more interesting method of celebrating the Winter Solstice.I wouldn't be the only young noble to sneak out and join their festivities - in fact, I suspected that was why the Hold's attendees were largely older and married. Still, this was my first time taking the chance. My restless loneliness and Lady Katherine's rejection had pushed me toward the choice.

When our final guests departed at dusk, I rushed upstairs to my parents' rooms. I packed the costume I'd found in my mother's closet into a backpack and headed out on our property with the excuse that I wanted to spend some time with my greatstag, Cróga. Instead, I changed into the costume in a small outbuilding before summoning Cróga to take me into the woods on the edge of town. The moon was rising bright, and I had no trouble finding my way along the well-worn path.

I looked down at my green-clad arms, admiring the craftwork. My costume was lovely and wild, an elegant take on a greenling fae. Silken leaves had been sewn everywhere, entwined with needlework vines and felted flowers. I topped it off with a matching mask, as I certainly did not wish to be recognised.

I wasn't terribly surprised that my mother had a greenling costume in her closet. Sneaking off to the commoners' Winter Solstice festival was just the sort of thing she would do. But did she participate in the Wild Hunt? I couldn't see my father joining her in such shenanigans, and I'd thought their marriage had been a love match. But then again, she'd left him for another. Left us.

Cróga snorted and slowed, sensing my negative thoughts. I forced myself to calm down and send reassuring feelings through our emotive link. Forget my mother. Unlike her, I had no marital or emotional entanglements. I could participate in the Wild Hunt free of guilt.

I dismounted and dismissed Cróga in a glade just outside the bounds of the woodland celebration, snuggling my thick cloak around me. It may have been the first true day of winter, but it had been quite cold already. My boots crunched as they sunk into the icy crust, and the tree boughs were heavy with snow.

Glittering torchlight shone through the trees, lighting my way to the festival. A short walk later, I had anonymously joined the crowd, just one young person among the many dressed as either greenling or wildling fae.

I strolled amongst the boisterous company, a mug of warm mead in-hand, noticing that I drew some curious looks. Even with my costume covered by my cloak,my clothing was more elaborate and of higher quality than most of the others. Still, folk greeted me cheerfully and respected my anonymity.

Soon, the call to assemble for the Wild Hunt came. A crowd of costumed young people gathered in a marked-off grove. About half wore costumes replete with leaves and sticks, representing greenling fae, and the other half wore furs and bones, representing wildling fae. Most participants were couples who had decided ahead of time who would be the greenling and who the wildling. It was a fun debate, deciding who walked closer to the light and would play the greenling or who walked more in shadow, playing the wildling. Couples were not meant to see each others' costumes ahead of time, and the wildling's challenge was to "capture" the correct greenling in their bough so that they could spend the Longest Night together.

Some participants, like me, had no partner arranged. They hoped to meet a compatible partner in the Hunt. I shivered, both from the cold and the anticipation. Soon I would toss aside my cloak and become "prey," though both parties had to agree to spend the night together once the greenling had been captured. Still, it was a risk. I had to bet on being captured by a fellow noble or, if I took a chance with a commoner, they could not know my true identity. It would be the scandal to end all scandals in Glastonbury.

Master Humphrey the Blacksmith, dressed as the King of the Wild Hunt, stood upon a wooden platform and blew his hunting horn once, signaling the beginning of the Hunt. All of us dressed as greenlings threw off our cloaks and bolted into the woods. Some tried harder than others to hide. I decided that if I was going to play this game, I might as well do it right, so I crouched behind a strand of snow-covered bushes. They also served to keep me a bit warm, blocking the wind.

Several minutes later, the horn was blown twice, and we heard the stomping sounds of the wildlings running into the woods. I was quickly flushed from my hiding place by a tall man wearing an intimidating deer skull helmet, but once he saw me running, he merely smirked and turned away. I was not the prey he sought.

I jogged behind a tree, and in front of me, I saw a tall woman dressed as a greenling gently captured by another woman dressed in fox fur.

"Do ye seek a particular prey, Wildling?" The greenling asked the ritual question.

"Yea, and it be ye, my love," I knew the wildling's voice well. Katherine had captured her lover, and they giggled as she snaked her arm around the other woman's waist and lifted her fox mask to kiss her lover.

I sighed softly. It was, indeed, lovely to see Katherine so happy. She'd been miserable under her father's thumb. And yet, I…

My thoughts scattered as a green bough flitted downward past my eyes, tightening around my torso. I'd been so distracted by Katherine that I'd been captured! I attempted to turn and get a look at my captor, but a strong hand gripped one shoulder, holding me in place. My pulse raced and my breath sent rapid puffs of fog into the air.

"Do ye seek a particular prey, Wildling?" I asked, my voice coming out strangely thin.

"I do," a low, half-whisper was voiced some distance above my head. Not the traditional response, though it told me that my captor was a man. But not a man for me, judging by his answer.

"Then I fear I am not the prey ye seek," I answered, trying to spin away to freedom. The hand on my shoulder merely squeezed harder. I felt his other hand against the small of my back tightening around the ends of the garland that held me fast. How could mere greenery be so strong?

My captor shifted, and I felt his breath ghost against the back of my neck. The slightest amount of fear crept up my spine, but a strange thrill overrode it. Noone had ever dared to treat me in this manner, but I wasn't in any grave danger with so many others around us. I only had to shout for assistance if need be. And yet, I did not feel the need. Not yet.

"Let me go, good hunter," I willed more steel into my voice. "I am not the prey you seek."

"But you are the prey I seek, Lady Marion," he spoke softly, for my ears alone. I sucked in a breath in shock. I knew that voice.

[ilivelikeimtrying]

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[tempo-tales]

Hey, what if I'm an Inhabitant myself? What would be my costume and Nega Boss with a theme of Christianity. My name's Noelle, btw.

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