#🌹 ic.
Her own attempts at sign language are still shoddy but at least she can understand him. Rosa smiles.
"That's me. It's nice to meet you." She gestures at the seat beside him by the fire pit. "Mind if I join you? It's nice and calm over here and, well..."
Someone had shouted her name earlier by the riverfront stage and it had all gone to hell.
@blastburned / continued from here
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She had a little bit too much rosé last night. There are some regrets.
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“How is this the first time I’m hearing about this person. I hope she doesn’t have credentials of any kind, because she certainly doesn’t deserve them and they should be revoked!”
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𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — plucked from the horizon &. hung like a painting above the shimmering reservoir, fashioning small pearls of light sifting &. spinning in the sweeping caress of benevolent tides. the lull of waves torn asunder by the concrete piers bolstering the cobblestone veranda tangles with the 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑, coasting beneath the bar’s doors &. out to the terrace where she sat, incubated in only a chiffon cardigan &. an empty glass of 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧 against the chill that’d descended over the course of the evening. the smell of iris &. lavenders floats from copper vases decorating the door, the floor borne to life with the pittering of dancing feet indoors — the world’s younger than it is, brought to bloom in a silvery brightness.
she hears the pipping of the hinges as the door’s drawn open to cheers &. perfumes stumbling nautically, tinged with a caustic edge of liquors before they’re muffled over again &. she’s left curiously cradling her chin to the respite of his footsteps. ❛ have a drink with me. ❜ // @case01
( 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵 ? ) ❝ hmm, ❞ she hums playfully, rouge lips bent into a smile as if considering if she should. ❝ i wouldn’t mind a bit of company. what’ll we be having ? ❞
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Hannah is sleepy, she's rubbing her eyes trying to stay awake.
"Now what are you doing up at this hour, my child?" he rumbles.
He catches her wandering the halls.
Alexander's tail slides underneath the girl, lifting her to shoulder level with the beast. He was going to put her right back to bed then continue his nightly walk about the castle before he himself turned in for the night.
"A princess needs her rest, so she can play in the snow later on."✨
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Mav and Ice seem so isolated. I'm looking forward to your Slider one-shot that deals with Ice's friend group, but what about Mav? TGM sorta implies that he does have some work friends on his side like Hondo. Mav seems like the kind of guy that needs at least one close friend (like Goose) to survive. I'd like to think he kept in touch with Viper who seemed to have some vested interest in Mav's success.
Your Ice seems a bit hard to be friends with (at least post Mav relationship where his ambition and secret keeping maybe isolated him) But Ice in TG was "close as brothers" to Cougar and Slider which implies he was some emotional intelligence. though maybe not a lot if he dropped Cougar after he turned in his wings.
yeah they are super isolated that’s their tragedy 😭 the thing about mav is that the place where i would have the opportunity to talk about his external friendships (debriefing) is already soooo unreadably long. it’s a 45k one-shot. like that is unforgivable. if i add anything more to it, i go straight to fandom jail. which is a shame bc there's so much more I could say, especially about stuff like this. but i have had some Thoughts about especially his relationship with hondo & how hondo finds out he & ice are together! see below:
also, i agree with you that my ice is hard to be friends with, but i would also extend that to canon ice—he’s so……bitchy. he’s just a bitter unfriendly guy looking Not To Make Friends but to Intimidate The Competition. clearly he and Cougar WERE competition, if Cougar was good enough to almost get sent to Top Gun. and that scene where Ice says “cougar and i were like brothers in flight school” —like literally everything else about TG86 ice—rings super false and hollow to me. He’s just using Cougar to piss off maverick. Maybe they weren’t even actually ever friends. “He was a good man.” Clearly ice sees leaving the Navy (in my reading, being UNFIT for the navy, his worst nightmare) as a sign of weakness with the use of the word “was,” and is obviously strongly insulting Cougar behind his back, which maverick rightly calls him out for. Mavericks whole character arc in the movie is about him being a loner who doesn’t work well with other people, but I don’t think that means Maverick's narrative foil (ice) is automatically a team player just by virtue of being Maverick’s narrative foil! Ice is a petty, catty, arrogant, backstabbing, unlikeable bitch! and good for him 🥰 but yeah i don’t think he would have many friends even if he were straight and didn’t have anything to hide. also, in my research & personal experience interacting with them, general/flag officers in the military do not tend to be very personally likeable/friendly/outgoing people, especially if you are ALSO in the military & subject to their shitty decisions/machiavellianism.
also, it is my belief that ice was the one who shouted “mother goose you pussy!!!” during The Volleyball Scene. and his “The, uh, plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies’ room” comment, which is literally his first-ever line in the entire franchise……. he gives very frat boy. i do not like ice. even my version. I love him but i do not like him. he’s very hard to like.
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The military has commandeered me for the time being. It might be because I'm one of the few surgeons / doctors that operate on metahumans or rather metahumans with non-human physiology, but more likely it's because they can threaten me with jail if I don't do it.
I sigh at the hotheadedness of past me.
I don't want to be in such a dangerous place.
We've been stationed in the entrance of the West District Bridge subway entrance. It's like a miniature military camp with the building nearby serving as the base.
I've heard about the changes to the subway stations. How they now connect to different strange worlds when you cross over. This particular world is uninhabited and filled with very aggressive flora.
There's three suns in the sky, two yellow and one green. A day is approximately 20 hours. It's daytime for 18 of those hours where it then dims considerably for 2 hours. It's confirmed that the stars in the night sky are not those in our solar system.
The light of the green sun is toxic to animals but only after three days or so. Rashes and blisters on the skin are the early manifestation, followed by increasing delirium and confusion. Symptoms subside after taking the afflicted out of the minor world, though the convalescence time tends to equal that of how long they stayed inside.
There's nothing that can be considered a mammal inside this world. Just large insects and carnivorous plants. It's the plants that are the real danger here. The insects, most of them flowers, seem wired to run away once they detect motion near the ground.
This place has strategic importance because some of the plants here are very promising medical agents. One of them allows for rapid regeneration of limbs, even after it's been amputated. Another shows promise in better nerve conduction and healing which can help in traumatic spine injuries or I suspect improving reflexes.
According to Dr. Isley, they cannot be grown in the outside world. They require the green sun to grow. Furthermore, these plants are not ones she can control; she states they and the plants here are not part of the "Green" in our world. Also, I learned Dr. Isley is apparently a plant wielding metahuman. And she refused to go inside the other world after the first time.
This place is already so fantastical. It makes me wonder what the other subway worlds are like.
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💎 GhostClan 💎
After their old clan is swallowed up by a mysterious virus, the two survivors of RoseClan- Hornetpaw and Marshkit- travel to the Cavern of Souls, a space where the veil is thin between the living world and Silverpelt ... and the Dark Forest. One by one, the cats of the newly founded GhostClan are ensnared by the Dark Forest's thrall.
a dark forest challenge clangen blog that updates daily! plz note that designs may be inconsistent bc I have an awful memory 👍
follows from @noahclay
icon by @passing-moments
current allegiances here - may have spoilers!
(credit where credit's due: this was heavily inspired by @gray-thistleclan.)
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"Oh yeah, definitely pink!" Rosa nods emphatically in agreement. She's already drawn into the vendor's display, marveling at the wide variety of colors available. Pink, yellow, and blue might be a good combination, but she's still a bit dazzled with the several different shades of pink available.
After a minute or two of internal debate, she offers a suggestion. "How about light pink, dark pink, and purple?"
@mirroredranger / continued from here
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Woman that is the epitome of the 'ball of sunshine' trope, and...
Goth death bird dad with the ultimate RBF. They make a great duo!
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“I’m so excited for next month! I already have plane tickets and everything. Maybe I’ll challenge a few gyms while I’m there too.”
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@dilucisms said: ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜
[ 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 the roads are fecund with overripe muscadine slithering up cedar arbors. cloying odors bleeding from split skins teetered on festering entice the gnaw of small rodents to its roots &. allot the seeds to feed on the subsequent season &. the fleeting days condense with heimal redolence hung above grass like winter come to bite at your ankles. a few last insects still skittered aimlessly about the dirt, multilegged silhouettes incandesced with tinsel striped backs &. deathrow cicadas shrilling with tymbals. fireflies clove the air like comets. ]
after three glasses of wine &. some frivolous small talk she pardoned herself from the atmosphere of 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞: from the cozying glow of oil lamps flooding the tavern, warmly flickering with amber on varnished wainscoting, to the cold implacable night. intestate dark swallowed the clobber of hooves, the distant cries aged wood &. scant pattern of soles. she stood still for a moment, appearing like a supplicant of that darkness - to the gold archon whose wings peaked over the fence of terracotta roofs.
[ just as she begins to walk ahead the tavern’s door is tossed open with a soft cry of its hinges. leaden footsteps — those of boots — birch the sidewalk next to her. the faint smell of alcohol clung to him not in the manner of someone who’d been drinking: tied to his wrists rather than his breath, furtively cast on the weight he draped over her. ] ❝ won’t you be cold then ? ❞ [ still, she reaches for the fur lapels, cautiously adjusting the coat on her shoulders to keep it from slipping off her. ] ❝ maybe you can walk with me, i don’t live too far. that way I can give you your coat back — you’ll need it more than i do, surely. ❞
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POV you are part of the Silverstone 2K23 girls squad and I have just been presented the opportunity to talk about Acosta ;
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the amount of people out there who refuse to respect explicitly clear boundaries have me so close to making a proper DNI, bc i swear. either these people dont actually read any of our rules, or their silly lil brains twist our words so they believe it somehow doesn't apply to them!
been seeing a lot of pr.o.sh.i.pp.ers who either are covert about being That Way, or will even outright lie about being against it, but openly condone and promote those who write se/xual/ized pr romanticized pe/do/ph/ili/a and shit. I've seen with my own two eyes people write in their rules that they don't condone it, yet when people warn them that they are interacting with people who actively produce such content, they throw a fit, calling it dr/a/ma. and somehow believe that just because they don't write such content personally, then they're not pr/os/shi/p, even tho they knowingly interact with and promote some of the worst ones out there.
So i want to be explicitly clear. do not follow me if you:
- are p.ro/sh.i/p,
- condone p/ro/shi/p.pers
- support p/ros/hipper/s
- will knowingly and deliberately put pr/o/s/hi/pper/s on my dash via your interactions with them
- think being warned about p/ros/ipp/ers is d/ram/a, and will continue to interact with them even tho you KNOW the content they produce
- think that just because YOU dont write pr/o/sh/ip content means you're not a p/ro/sh/i/pp/er even though you knowingly support them
basically, if you are going to knowingly and deliberately put pr/osh/ipp/ers on my dash (excluding c/al/lou/ts), stay away from me. if you are unaware if someone is one, thats fine! but please be receptive to warnings so that way i don't have to see their shit on my dash.
i could blacklist urls, sure. but it makes me highly uncomfortable to interact with anyone who even condones this shit, even if they dont write it personally. thats still pr/os/hip.
i also want to clarify, this does NOT apply to those who write dark content, but who does not romanticize or se/xua.liz/e it. it also doesn't apply to those who have immoral, unreliable narrators for muses, but do not share the same thoughts. if your muse romanticizes something gross, but you as the mun do not? thats fine! i LOVE dissecting and analyzing unreliable narrators and characters! but if you, as the mun, produce content of illicit relationships in a way that's meant to be tantalizing and ar/ous/in/g to the audience? FUCK OFF.
you can still make it abundantly clear when an unreliable narrator finds this content alluring, but the audience isnt supposed to.
for example, the book Lo/li/ta. We are not supposed to believe in Hu/mbe/rt when he portrays D/olo/re/s to be this infatuating sed/uctr.ess. But in the moments where we see reality outside of his narration? We see a normal middle school girl.
That is the key difference between pro/sh/ip.pers and writers who explore dark content for what it is. One is meant to s/ed/uc/e, and the other is meant to elicit horror from its readers.
And again, i repeat myself:
Even if you, personally, do not write this sort of content - if you knowingly SUPPORT or CONDONE this content, FUCK. OFF.
i dont want this content anywhere near my dash. so dont follow me if you interact with them! because, inevitably, they will end up on my feed!!
condoning or supporting pr/o/shi/pp/ers makes you one too. if you support these freaks, you are a freak. for the love of god, i am so fucking tired. if yall would just stay in your lane and didnt interact with those who are abundantly clear in who they dont want interacting with them then none of this would be an issue. it only becomes an issue when yall think you have some sort of special privilege and that boundaries don't apply to you.
tldr:
people who dont know what boundaries are have me so close to making a dni, bc apparently thats what it takes to get these ppl to comprehend that they're not some special exception to the rules
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It seems Neophytos' latest adventures were very rewarding.
At first he was confused by a skeletal figure dragging a large and healthy looking sack with them towards the king. He was pretty sure Cromwell had made it so the bones that rested in the castle dungeons were unable to reanimate. But upon closer expectation, this little creature was...familiar.
"N-Neophytos? Is that you?!?!" Alexander ambles his way over to meet with his old friend whom he hasn't seen in some time. " Well isn't this a treat! I've missed you my friend, my have you missed...quite a lot. What brings you in? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" 💞
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