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thatbiologist · 1 year

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G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something)

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

#oxventure #DnD 5e #character creation #name bank #5e

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kickthecan-revolution · 1 year

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Elizabeth Dilley

This poem was written by my dear friend K on the occasion of Pat Robertson's death. It's as profoundly theological as anything my clergy colleagues have shared, and certainly more theologically robust than anything I could say about it. I'm posting because I'm going to want to remember this poem for years to come. Maybe you will, too:

Ruminations on the death of Pat Robertson

I don’t like to think

About Pat Robertson going to hell.

That lets him off too easy.

I like to think about

Pat Robertson finding himself

In a heaven he never believed

Would exist.

Where Divine is reading in drag

To the children murdered at

Sandy Hook and Ulvalde.

While Edie Windsor

And Gertrude Stein drink coffee

In the breakfast nook

talking politics with Harvey Milk.

Where Matthew Shepard relaxes by

A stream, reading poetry to

A nameless young man whose family

Never claimed his body

when he died

Of AIDS.

Where the music plays loudly

Welcoming dancers from the Pulse

And Club Q to the floor where they

Twirl and vogue with

All the murdered trans women of color

Whose names we never knew.

Where Jesus puts his arm around

Pat Robertson’s shoulders and

Drapes them with a rainbow feather boa.

And, gesturing around him says

Come, meet my disciples.

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optimisticgardenerfl · 11 months

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Anonymous poem I saw on Facebook:

I don't like to think About Pat Robertson going to hell. That lets him off too easy. I like to think about Pat Robertson finding himself In a heaven he never believed Would exist.

Where Divine is reading in drag To the children murdered at Sandy Hook and Ulvalde. While Edie Windsor And Gertrude Stein drink coffee In the breakfast nook talking politics with Harvey Milk. Where Matthew Shepard relaxes by A stream, reading poetry to A nameless young man whose family Never claimed his body when he died Of AIDS.

Where the music plays loudly Welcoming dancers from the Pulse And Club Q to the floor where they Twirl and vogue with All the murdered trans women of color Whose names we never knew.

Where Jesus puts his arm around Pat Robertson's shoulders and Drapes them with a rainbow feather boa. And, gesturing around him says Come, meet my disciples.

#pat robertson #heaven and hell #hiv aids #lgbtqplus #lgbtq #jesus #matthew shepard #divine #pulse nightclub #sandy hook #uvalde

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kristerstein · 6 years

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I need commissions examples and I suck at digital linearting.

Gertrude “Suck it up, buttercup” Sehaprd. My praying mantis lady.

#mass effect #custom shepard #digital art #Gertrude Shepard #commander shepard #iDraw #digital

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biowarekiddies · 6 years

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From the 'send me a character and number' headcanons list- hope I don't bombard you with numbers! How 'bout 10 for Aaron Shepard and 5 for Gertrude Shepard (I love the name!), 16 for Dimitri Ryder and 12 for Damaris Ryder, 3 for Dawn Trevelyan and 2 for Andraste Cousland (ALSO- WHAT A NAME), please?

Thank you SM for taking an interest in my OCs and asking!!!

Also, LMAO, nice choice with 16 for Dimitri. If you’ve ever seen him, you’ll know what I mean.

Warning: I’m the kind of person that likes writing long answers. Also, angst. And I’m so sorry, I didn’t exactly understand the weak spot ones. I just took a gander and wrote something that sounded about right. For Dawn’s I’m talking about anxiety, so you might want to skip that if it’s a bad time for you.

Mass Effect

Aaron for 10: Fears/Phobias

His greatest fear is losing. Losing a fight, losing loved ones, etc.

In the Tenth Street Reds, he owned next to nothing, so he had nothing to lose back then. And since he had to look out for himself, he learnt how to fight. It took a couple of beatings but eventually he understood how to properly fight back.

However, as he grew up he met many people that became near and dear to his heart. There’s Gertrude, his sister, whom he offered shelter to when she ran away from home and was soon disowned. Mariko, his wife and the love of his life, whom he met when he bumped into her during his fresh meat days in the Alliance Academy on a fateful day at a corridor. Hoshiko, his daughter that he and Mariko had a few years later after they fell in love at first sight.

You should’ve seen Aaron the day she was born, he was so hesitant to hold her in his arms, but when his wife urged him to and this tiny child that was his opened her eyes to reveal the exact same shade as his, he cried tears of joy before saying to his wife, “we did good.”

Also, consider Commander Shepard’s many triumphs. He was labeled the Hero of the Citadel, Butcher of Torfan and had destroyed the Collectors, and pushed the reapers off of Tuchanka. People gathered around him like acolytes to their god. He was The Shepard. He’s considered this indomitable figure, godly.

However, things did not last for Aaron. His fears became reality. He lost. He lost his family, beginning with Mariko from a lab explosion, then his sister, Gertrude, to a mission gone wrong, and finally, his daughter to slavers that invaded their home. And do not let us forget Thessia. His world crumbled all over again. He has lost more than he could even hold.

He thought himself Atlas, but he was wrong. He could not uphold everything upon his shoulders. The heavens cracked and it took him with it.

He thought himself Achilles, and how right he was. An angry man they both were, with love that burned them, and both equally assured in their power, only to lose everything. Their bloodlust legendary. Their tragedy even more well-known.

Gertrude for 5: Guilty Pleasures

I think a guilty pleasure of her has to be 20th century music. She knows it’s the 22nd century, but blame her brother, alright? It’s his fault that she got into it.

Growing up with Aaron on the streets and a part of the Tenth Street Reds, they didn’t have a lot of things. Usually, anything they got was a reward for a finished job well done. Other times, they scavenge or steal, unsavoury as either of those options sound, that’s how you survive being a street rat.

One day, Aaron had found a radio. A high-grade one by the looks of it. They poured any spare time and money onto fixing it, hoping for some entertainment in their dull place they call a “home”. By the time it was fixed, oddly enough, it could only play 20th century music, like Elvis Presley, Bon Jovi, David Bowie, etc. It was unexpected, but welcomed. From henceforth, they loved to jam to the tunes it played.

In her universe as Commander Shepard, her crew-mates loved teasing her about her love for old music. Especially, Garrus and Joker to her chagrin. Whatever, though. It makes her happy and reminds her of her family, so let them joke all they want.

Dimitri for 16: Dark Secrets/‘Skeletons’ in the Closet

Regarding secrets, it depends with who. His family? His lover? His best friends? His boss? Outsiders? Lackeys? His job is all about secrets and occasionally selling them for the right price. However, he’ll be nice and throw out some freebies since Demi (OC) seems to think you’re chill.

(But, tbh, his sister knows every dark secret of his.)

A dark secret of him is that he’s a mama’s boy and a bit of a cry baby. Growing up, Alec grew up favouring Damaris, so Ellen took it upon herself to make sure that Dimitri felt equally loved - at least by her. Alec liked Damaris more because he thought that she was more mature, able to handle responsibility more, and he respected her for back-talking him. In comparison, Dimitri was naturally a sensitive, soft boy, and easy to cry.

You should’ve seen him with his first love. So openly vulnerable and in love with her. He called her “Angel Eyes” and still does. He brought her flowers each day he saw her and almost always held her hand their entire childhood journey together. He was enamoured with her and he wanted the world to know.

However, as he growing up on Omega forced him to make himself more steeled and hard-hearted. But fortunately, when fate allowed his Angel Eyes to pay a visit to his district he melted back into his soft boy self (but privately). When he saw Demi he didn’t recognize her at first, but when she demanded to see Dimitri and Damaris Ryder it hit him like a krogan tackling him. It’s her, Angel Eyes.

You should honestly see him whenever she does anything remotely cool. He just places a hand over his hand and softly whispers, “holy shit.” Also, sometimes, he’s so taken by her that he can’t help but cry (in private). He just loves her so much and infinitely.

Damaris for 12: Grudges & Vendetta

Damaris has the biggest grudge fest against Alec, like you would NOT believe. She just hates him so much and irreparably.

In her mind, this jackass “father” left her and Dimitri to rot and die on Omega. He was always so wrapped up in his inventions that they paid for it as children; neglecting them even when Ellen died and they needed a father the most.

Almost as soon as Ellen died, he sold their house on the Citadel and moved them all to Omega before promptly ditching them. He visited here and there for the first year but soon after disappeared from their lives completely. However, at least he sent them money each month for food. Unfortunately, that money wasn’t enough though, which forced them to scavenge, steal, and eventually resort to crime, which lead them into the arms of Aria T’Loak (tbh, Damaris isn’t regretting that last part).

They were Citadel children. They were used to a lifestyle that’s comfy, and border lining luxurious. They never had to fend for themselves before and Alec just dumped them on this shithole station. However, circumstances dictate that she eventually grows to love this corrupt but only because she and Dimitri ended up thriving there. Otherwise, they would’ve been another pile of corpses somewhere on Omega.

Another problem she has with Alec is that he played favourites. She hated that. She saw Dimitri cry himself to sleep some nights as kids because he thought he was unlovable. How dare that old bastard that claims to be their dad make Dimitri cry? She hated him the most for that. She hates Alec for causing any harm to Dimitri. Honestly, given the chance, she’d throat punch Alec.

Dragon Age:

Dawn for 3: Scars or Painful Spots

Dawn grew up as a particularly anxious child due to being told constantly how she’s going to be heir of her household. Her parents always harped her about what she should and should not do. “One wrong move and you could bring dishonour upon our family,” they always reminded her.

While she did grow up being something of a perfect little puppet for them it also left untold scars on her. Whenever she had to interact with people she didn’t want to, she’d feel this painful sensation in her chest. It constricted her lungs and made her heartbeat unbearable.

This pain in her chest almost always bloomed. It put her mind out of focus but also on the fritz. It made her have to grasp for breaths. It made her do irrational things.

Therefore, whenever in a compromising situation, the first thing that Dawn guards is her chest. She’s in pain enough, she doesn’t need somebody making it worse. Hugging herself made her feel somewhat secure and grounded again.

She lets few people get near her during these moments when her chest is its most vulnerable. The few she let near her are her closest friends from Ostwick, like Tal-Taashath, or Nellas (OCs), or her more recent companions like the Iron Bull.

Nobody can truly make the pain go away, but they can help soothe it, like lulling a dragon to sleep. It’s difficult but plausible.

Andraste for 2: Emotional/Moral Weak Spots

A big moral weak spot for Andraste is her crumbling faith, which was caused by her emotional weak spot regarding what happened to her family.

For those that have played as a Cousland, you know what happens to the Warden’s family. They are ruthlessly slaughtered by the Howes. That night was beyond traumatic for her.

How is it that the most faithful of the Maker’s children had been slaughtered that night? Is it true that the Maker has turned away from his creations and is refusing to ever come back to them and bathe them in his holy light? If so, she thought that night, what point is there to praying to a long-deaf god?

Everything she was had become ruin that night. She could no longer truly be called Andraste, whom the true one believed in the light and love of the Maker irrevocably. This mortal woman has lost her light but not her way, no thanks to the Maker.

Her scorn against the Maker was fuelled when she saw the atrocities of the Circle. Innocents locked away, ready for slaughter as if they were livestock, while the Templars remained safe and cowered. This was what she aspired to be one day as a child? A rattling suit of armour that called itself a Templar?

#aaron shepard #gertrude shepard #demi #dimitri ryder #damaris ryder #dawn trevelyan #andraste cousland #me #Mass Effect #mea #da #dao #dai #answered #anxiety #asks

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miel-miette · 3 years

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I commissioned @rennybu for this absolutely wonderful art! It’s so tender, I cannot get over it!!!

#commission #rennybu #me #commander shepard #Mass Effect #shepards #mariko shepard #aaron shepard #hoshiko shepard #go commission them you will not fucking regret it #they're a fucking delight and i love them sm #The feeling this evokes is them being able to bring home their daughter for the first time and this is a commemorative photo <3 qwq #prim hera and gertrude behind the camera clamouring about who gets to hold their niece first hjfkjsdhfhasd #this is what aaron's and mariko's phone bg would look like if they had one #this is what heaven feels like and looks like #andy uve done it #uve cracked the code

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solesoldier-a · 3 years

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aesthetics for the entities, part ii. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide and seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks and growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark and running after it.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realize they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knife-block on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscrew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish color. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes and tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs and pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colors of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter and sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up and down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles and miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky and feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak-willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a cork board. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs and fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#⟡°⋄ ––––– ◜ the spectre . ◞#⟡°⋄ ––––– ◜ insights // ( shepard . ) ◞#I'm YELLING lots of tags incoming cause I GOT THOUGHTS #BREATHES HEAVILY IN TMA ... I glance at gertrude on my roster who I miss #but I've discussed what shepard's fear entity would be with before with tma buddies #AND OH MAN !!!!! she'd straight up be an avatar of the slaughter OBVIOUSLY #as it's the one with the most direct correlation with war and pointless death from it #BUT ALSO EXTINCTION????? THE ENEVITABLE DELAY OF YOUR DEMISE #KNOWING YOU CAN'T FIGHT IT ohhhhhhh boi #but I also think the desolation would have a FIELD DAY WITH HER #but more in the sense that she's not represented by it BUT IT REALLY WANTS TO FUCK WITH HER #lmao literally no one is online and now I'm slipping back into tma brainrot but AAAAAA #you guys should fill this out if you see it and also LISTEN TO THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES #I may go in and do the other part too but these are the relevant ones to shep for sure #alSO fuck while writing this ... jane specifically would be super marked by the lonely #daaaaamn girl you got it BAD

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proserpine-in-phases · 3 years

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I was in the middle of creating a new and beautiful Shepard in 4k when my cat stepped on the surge protector switch and turned my ps4 off 😭

#crap #no my ps4 is doing its freakout YOU SHUT ME OFF WRONG BITCH tantrum and i have to start over #anyway from first reciew i can say i am pretty pleased with the skin color selection #theres more variety and you can go pretty dark #darker than before #also yes im playing a console version #i just cant get used to pc controls lol #Gertrude shepard we have to start over #anyway i think my favorite profile setup is actually colonist ruthless because of the story it tells just from that

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queercapwriting · 5 years

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Domestic Sanvers (always needed)

This is for my dear, dear friend - Cap and Sam, Lena and Maggie, Winn and James - who’s getting top surgery tomorrow. Thank you for being in my wedding party, for always being there when I need you. For assuring me, even when I don’t believe it, that We Are Groot (to be clear, I always believe that You Are Groot. I just have trouble believing that I am, so much of the time). For the zoo and the terrain race and the Captain Marvel squeeing and the Hawkeye and Iron Man shenanigans and the Sanvers support and the Pokemon comforter and your home gym and our affirmations and our letter writing and your brilliance. The pictures of you and me on my wall make me happier than I know how to tell you, and I will always cherish the memory of putting Coming Home on my wedding playlist just for you, just so we could dance in all of our nerd Sanvers glory. Mazal tov and congratulations, Groot. You deserve your wonderful surgery and you deserve every amazing thing in the world. I got your six, I’m on your left, and I love you, so damn much.

“I don’t wanna,” they muttered, still burritoed in the covers they’d stolen from Maggie in the middle of the night. “Still sleeping.”

Maggie grinned and unleashed the hound.

Gertrude leaped onto their king-sized bed -- that Alex still somehow managed to take up all of -- and somehow, impossibly, burrowed into their burrito and licked at their face mercilessly.

“Okay, okay, I wanna,” Alex fumbled to untangle their groggy arms from the sheets, throwing them around Gertrude as gently as they could, their hands still clumsy with sleep.

“Good, because I thought I was gonna have to fly you out of there,” another figure crashed down on the bed next to them.

“What is this,” Alex asked, turning from Gertrude to Maggie and then to their sister, now laying next to them, on her stomach with her chin innocently in her hands and her feet swaying behind her. “The let-everyone-into-our-bedroom-and-watch-Alex-sleep show?”

“I’m not in your bedroom!” Winn called from the kitchen. “I value my life, thank you very much!”

“So do I, but Guardian could totally take you, Alex,” James added.

“And I wouldn’t need to,” Lena laughed along to the sound of sizzling pancakes. “My wife would just give you those big eyes and any argument would be over.”

Kara demonstrated said big eyes. Alex threw a pillow at her. And set Gertrude loose. Kara shrieked and Alex chuckled in sleepy victory.

“Okay Kara, Gertrude,” Maggie clapped gently like she was talking to two puppies, not just one. “They’re awake now. Out.”

“But your bed is so comfy,” Kara moaned, flopping over so Gertrude was standing on her chest, eagerly wagging her tail and licking every surface of Kara’s face.

“Yes,” Maggie agreed, “and I very much took all your sibling’s clothes off before we fell asleep last night, so -- “

“I’m going, I’m going, I’m going!”

Kara flew out of the room, Gertrude in her arms, at a speed that would make Barry Allen sweat.

Alex laughed and pulled Maggie down on top of them, shifting the covers so she could feel their body underneath hers. They shook their head as they tucked Maggie’s hair back behind her ear.

“Why are you doing all this, Mags?” they murmured.

“All what?” Maggie kissed their nose, their cheek, their chin, their neck. Alex shifted and bit their lip, suddenly breathless. “This is basically a regular Sunday morning. Just... on a Thursday. J’onn’s on his way with three dozen donuts, by the way.”

“So there will be exactly half a donut for each of us when Kara gets through,” Alex nodded.

“Yeah, but Lena’s making pancakes.”

“Oh god, is the kitchen on fire?”

“I can hear you!” Lena shouted.

“When did you become the one with super hearing?” Alex shouted back. Maggie flinched dramatically and Alex kissed her ears in teasing sympathy.

“Seriously, babe. You’re perfect. Why are you perfect?” Alex lowered their voice and asked while they fumbled for their glasses.

“I’m not,” Maggie took pity on them and helped put their glasses on. “You just deserve to be celebrated, and I just love you.”

“And I love you. But celebrated?” Alex snorted. “I didn’t -- “

“Save an entire warehouse full of baby Astonians without breaking a sweat? You sure did! And that’s cause for celebration, Danvers!” Winn called again.

“And if I recall correctly, it’s been exactly a year since you came out. Um, again,” James added.

Alex’s eyes flew wide as they stared up at their wife. “You all remembered?”

“The night you brought us all to the bar and wept while you told us what pronouns we should use? Yes, sweetie, we all remember.”

“No, I meant. The date, and everything. Like an anniversary. Like it’s something to celebrate.” Alex sat up, their eyes suddenly wet. Maggie crawled off of them, kissed their lips, and tossed them a t-shirt that had been discarded the night before.

“Because it is something to celebrate,” Maggie kissed them again, as soon as Alex got the shirt down past their neck.

“Are they decent?” Lena asked.

“Please don’t lie,” Kara pleaded.

Maggie tossed Alex a pair of basketball shorts -- neither of them were sure, at this point, whose shorts they originally were -- and when Alex tugged them on and nodded, tears still in their eyes and wonder still on their face, Kara reopened the bedroom door.

Lena was holding a cake big enough for Kara and everyone else, yellow and white and purple and black frosting. Winn was wrapped in a blue and pink and white flag, James’s arm around him. And Kara had painted a collage of the past year, from directorship and haircuts to wedding prep and space flights. She held it shyly in one hand, a tail-wagging Gertrude tucked under her other arm.

“I love it,” they spoke to Kara first, when they remembered how to speak at all. “I... guys. Thank you. It...”

“It’s family,” J’onn said simply, stepping into the room behind Lena.

Just as the smoke detector went off.

“Damn that thing!” Alex jumped out of bed as their family both groaned and laughed.

Because it might be a day for celebration, but Alex’s war against smoke detectors would never end.

And neither would any of... this.

#domestic sanvers #sanvers fluff #sanvers minific #sanvers #nb!alex #btw #I picture Gertrude as like full out German Shepard-sized in this. Which means she's chilling on top of Kara and Kara's like 'cool cool.'#and Kara's holding Gertrude like a sack of potatoes and Gertrude's like 'cool cool.'#because a Kryptonian and an Earth dog #you know?#anyway #i love you Groot

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thekisforkeats · 3 years

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Hi I hope you don't mind but I have no tma friends so like

One of my theories a while was that Martin would become Avatar of the Extinction. The idea was that alot of different powers have either marked him the same way they did Jon or directly said he would be a good fit for them (like that post you reblogged talking about Lonely and Web)

So I thought it would be cool if, in parallel to the Watcher's Crown only succeeding because Jon was touched by all powers, Martin would be the one to end him and all of the powers, in what would essentially be their extinction event. Therefore, avatar of the Extinction.

Which yknow, I feel like debatably still holds some water post finale. I'll always be a lil disappointed that it kinda feels thst the extinction subplot got dropped, or at least was just a red herring

Yeah I think the Extinction subplot was mostly a red herring. I mean, Peter Lukas wasn’t lying insofar as he really was trying to stop the world ending, but it was Elias/Jonah he was trying to stop, not the Extinction.

And there’s pretty good hints of this all the way through, like, I just re-listened to MAG 138: The Architecture of Fear, and I’m struck by the fact that Smirke was having a vision of the Eyepocalypse.

From the statement:

“I stop, and look up at the sky, that empty black nothing, and I see the edges of the horizon becoming a dull white. I cannot understand what I am looking at.

And then the sky blinks.”

This fits with later statements after MAG 160 that “the sky is looking back at us” and so on. So my feeling here is that the Extinction as a storytelling device was sort of preparing us for the Eyepocalypse, for “hey the world’s going to end and it’ll be our fault.”

It’s a shame though, because as my URL might suggest... I’m really, really into apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction. I have whole complex ideas for a TMA/Mass Effect crossover in which Shepard winds up being a future avatar of the Extinction, or the Reapers are a byproduct of an attempt to summon the Extinction, or both. (The Illusive Man usually ends up an avatar of the Eye, because weird eyes and also surveillance.)

But that’s crossover and fic, it’s not remotely canon. And in canon, well... yeah. I’m grateful the Extinction, as my favorite Fear, wound up getting its own domain and is on the merch--my Magnus Archives tea mug is a Fifteen Fears one, even! But I feel like it doesn’t get its due.

Seriously the Extinction is my favorite Fear and by favorite I mean “I am terrified of you and yet I also get you send help” in that Manuela Dominguez sort of way. Maybe it’s because I’m a descendant of an actual Corruption-driven apocalyptic event (I’m part Native American and my ancestors survived the smallpox waves that swept through), and maybe because I live in the shadow of volcanoes and earthquakes out here in Washington State and they feel a lot more Extinction than Buried, to me. Maybe it’s because the god I worship is supposed to lead the Jotuns at Ragnarok and all. (>.>) I dunno. But it resonates, and I’ve long been like “Awww c’mon just the one Domain?? How many Lonely Domains are we getting?!?!” So I feel you, on the disappointment.

As for Martin being an Extinction avatar! I love this idea! Insofar as he’s really an avatar of anything. And it does track in the sense that really what they did just continues the cycle, passes the Fears on to other worlds, and thus both ends them and changes them.

My theory is adjacent: in the same way Jon became the next Gertrude (narrowly missing being the next Elias, evidently), Martin became the next Adelard Dekker. I feel like, if the Change hadn’t happened, Martin could definitely have been the kind of guy who’d have run around studying this stuff without falling to it, would have been binding monsters to Web Tables and saving people without becoming a Hunter, and so on. And in the end, as Dekker gave up his life to save a town despite his life’s work (the Exctinction theory) maybe not holding water, Martin gives up what matters most to him to save the world.

Basically I want an AU where Martin gets to be his always-prepared monster-fighting self without the filter that makes half the fandom think he’s some kind of soft boy. (He’s really not. He’s the one encouraging Jon to smite things, guys.)

Also more Extinction yesgood.

And you have a TMA friend now! :D :D :D

#tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #the extinction #ari answers #i love martin and i love the extinction so i'll always gladly ramble on about these things okay #tma spoilers #long post for ts

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Clement Gazzam Hurd was born on January 12th, 1908. He was an American artist. He is known for illustrations of children's picture books, especially collaborations with writer Margaret Wise Brown including Goodnight Moon (1947) and The Runaway Bunny (1942).

Hurd was born in New York City to Richard Melancthon Hurd, an economist and mortgage banker, and Lucy Gazzam Hurd. He was educated at St. Paul's School in Concord, New Hampshire, then studied architecture at Yale University and painting with Fernand Léger in Paris.

Hurd returned to New York in 1933 to work as a commercial artist. There Margaret Wise Brown was an editor at W. R. Scott, as well as a writer of picture book texts. On seeing two of his paintings, she asked him if he would consider illustrating children's books. She wrote a text herself, for what became Bumble Bugs and Elephants (1938) —"perhaps the first modern board book for babies." Hurd's next collaboration with Brown, The Runaway Bunny, has been in print continuously since its 1942 publication. Their next book, Goodnight Moon (1947), is considered classic children's literature in North America; by 1990, the total number of copies sold was more than 4 million. In 2007, the National Education Association listed Goodnight Moon as one of its "Teachers' Top 100 Books for Children". In 2012 it was ranked number four among the "Top 100 Picture Books" in a survey published by School Library Journal.

Hurd also illustrated over fifty books written by his wife Edith Thacher Hurd (a friend of Brown's) as well as a children's book written by Gertrude Stein, The World Is Round. Hurd wrote and illustrated the book Run, Run, Run.

Hurd died of Alzheimer's disease at a San Francisco hospital in 1988.

His son Thacher Hurd is also a children's book author and illustrator, and referred in an interview to the "wonderful aura of creativity" surrounding his father and the Vermont farm that was their home.

Selected works

The World Is Round (New York: W. R. Scott, 1939), words by Gertrude Stein, OCLC 10175454

The Merry Chase (Random House, 1941)

The Race Between the Monkey and the Duck (Wonder Books, 1946)

Run Run Run: Story of Black Cat and Dog (Harper, 1951), OCLC 1412335

Margaret Wise Brown

Edith Thacher Hurd

Bumble Bugs and Elephants (W. R. Scott, 1938)

The Runaway Bunny (Harper, 1942)

Goodnight Moon (Harper, 1947)

My World (Harper, 1949), Brown – a Goodnight Moon book

Good-night Moon Room (Harper, 1984) — pop-up book version

Goodnight Moon's 123: A Counting Book (HarperCollins, 2007)

Goodnight Moon's ABC: An Alphabet Book (HarperCollins, 2010)

Benny the Bulldozer (Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co., 1947)

Little Brass Band (Harper, 1955)

Windy and the Willow Whistle (Sterling, 1956)

Mr. Charlie, the Fireman's Friend (Lippincott, 1958)

Last One Home is a Green Pig (Harper, 1959)

Hurry Hurry (Harper, 1960)

Come and Have Fun (Harper, 1962)

Christmas Eve (Harper, 1962)

No Funny Business (Harper, 1962)

The Day the Sun Danced (Harper, 1965)

Johnny Lion's Book (Harper, 1965)

What Whale? Where? (Harper, 1966)

The Blue Heron Tree (Viking, 1968)

This is the Forest (Coward-McCann, 1969)

Catfish (Viking, 1970)

Johnny Lion's Bad Day (Harper, 1970)

Wilson's World (Harper, 1971)

Johnny Lion's Rubber Boots (Harper, 1972)

The Mother Owl (Little, Brown, 1974)

The Mother Kangaroo (Little, Brown, 1976)

Look for a Bird (Harper, 1977)

The Mother Chimpanzee (Little, Brown, 1978)

Under the Lemon Tree (Little, Brown, 1980)

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at http://justforbooks.tumblr.com

#JUST FOR BOOKS #Clement Gazzam Hurd #Famous Birthdays

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yeeharley · 4 years

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8 and 11 for Halloween prompts please🥺

Of course, dear! I really hope you like it!

8: came to investigate someone screaming next door

11: dog chased me up a tree when I tried to knock on the door

Isn’t it a major Halloween faux pas to follow the sound of extremely loud, shrill, terrifying screaming and find out what it is?

That feels like a bad idea. It feels like the moment a clown jumps out of the bushes and chops your head out. It feels like Harley is about to die a bloody and horrible death.

But it also feels like he really wants to know who’s making that awful noise, so. Onwards and upwards.

Armed with a baseball bat from his little league days and an amount of trepidation that could kill a horse, Harley creeps out of his apartment and closes the door behind him as quietly as he can. The screaming is quieter, further in between (which probably isn’t great).

The sound of a dog barking has joined it.

Don’t the Robertsons have a dog? A german shepard?

Yeah, they do.

Is the Robertsons’ dog mauling somebody to death?

Maybe, Harley thinks, creeping along the boundary of bushes between his house and his neighbors’, baseball bat still slung over his shoulder and gripped between white knuckles.

He would rather not have to hit a dog. He’s always liked them, but if someone is being actively attacked, he’s probably going to have to.

Abby would kill him if she found out.

She’ll have to never find out.

There aren’t many trick-or-treaters out anymore, which is probably a good thing considering the amount of attention screaming on Halloween would draw.

Harley crosses the yard, bare feet crunching against short-cropped grass, and makes his way around the driveway. The barking is louder now, more frequent.

And there it is.

Yeah, it’s the Robertsons’ german shepherd (Gertrude, he thinks, but it could also be Giselle or something else that starts with a ‘g’. Probably Gertrude).

“What’ve you got?” Harley shouts, breaking into a light jog as Gertrude comes into view. She’s barking up the side of a tree, one paw set against its trunk, jaws moving quickly to reveal really sharp teeth (dear God, that’s terrifying).

There’s another shout from the canopy of the tree. Then, “Hey, would you mind helping us get down?”

A boy’s voice, lower than that of the screams. So there are… two people in the tree?

Okay. Okay, he can deal with this.

Harley reaches down to grab Gertrude by the collar and pulls her back, gritting his teeth as she tries to move closer. She’s big, strong, but not as strong as him. He’s able to pull her back to the house and attatch her leash (she must’ve gotten off of it) to the doorknob before turning back and peering up at the top of the tree.

Just as he’d guessed, there are two people clinging to the slim branches. One is a little girl in a Spider-Man costume- sans mask- with teary eyes and a bag of candy clutched between her little fists.

The other is a boy who looks to be around Harley’s age. He’s not dressed in a costume, just a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt, and his curly hair droops down around his eyes as he peers down at Harley with a nervous grin on his face.

“Uh- hey,” The boy says, freeing up one of his hands to wave. “Can you help us out?”

The little girl chokes out another sob, gripping the boy- her brother, maybe- like he’s her only lifeline.

“Yeah, I got you.” Harley drops the bat to the dewy grass, shaking his hands out before stretching his arms up above his head. He can reach just shy of the girl’s feet, but it’s high enough for the boy to lower her into his grip.

The minute she can, she wraps her arms around Harley’s neck and attatches herself to him like a little monkey. He chuckles and bends down so her feet, clad in light-up sneakers, can reach the ground.

“I’ve gotta get your brother down now, okay?” He says gently, before nodding at her bag of candy. “Eat some of that while I help ‘im.”

She nods eagerly and digs into the bag with relish, fear clearly forgotten. “Thanks, mister.”

Main problem taken care of, Harley turns back to the boy in the tree and tilts his head, trying to figure out how in the world he’s supposed to do this. He can’t weigh that much if the branches can hold him, which is good, but he’s still just a little bit too far above Harley’s head for this to be easy.

“What’s your name?” Harley calls up, neck craning uncomfortably.

The boy blinks, bites his lip. “Peter Parker. That’s Morgan.”

Sounds familiar, but he can’t seem to place it.

“Alright, Peter.” God, this is hard. “Uh- can you come down a little so I can reach you?”

Peter grits his teeth, shakes his head. “I, uh, don’t think so?”

“You’re stuck?”

“In a way.” He shrugs before reaching up to grip the branch above his head.

“Think you could jump?” Harley asks, spreading his arms wide like he’s about to catch something. “I won’t drop you if you do.”

From the way Peter’s face pales, he’s not exactly fond of that idea. Nontheless, he swallows convulsively and nods, staring down at Harley like he’s his saving grace.

There’s a nasty scrape on the side of his face. It’s dripping blood into his eyebrow. Looks painful.

“Alright,” Harley says quietly, carefully. “Go ahead and jump. I’ll catch you- promise.”

He sees the minute Peter’s legs tense. He swings out, eyes clenched shut, and drops neatly from the treetop into Harley’s arms (he really doesn’t weigh that much, so it isn’t terribly difficult).

There’s a pair of arms around his neck and a pair of eyes fixed on his, glimmering with something akin to surprise. Harley stares, dumbfounded, as Peter tilts his head slightly to one side and makes absolutely no effort to get down.

He’s awfully cute.

Even with the steady trail of blood making its way down to his eyelid.

“You’re bleeding,” Harley mutters.

“Scraped my face on the tree when I was trying to get her up.”

Absently, he reaches up to brush his thumb over Peter’s eyebrow, wincing as the boy hisses and blinks rapidly. “You alright?”

He shrugs, eyes fixed on the red that stains Harley’s finger. “I think so.”

Harley stands there, still holding Peter securely in his arms, transfixed by the pink color of his lips, until there’s a quiet cough and a hand tugging at his pants.

“You got candy at your house, mister?” Morgan asks impatiently, staring up at him and showing off the little spider insignia painted onto her right cheek. “You gonna put Petey down?”

Harley chokes out a strangled laugh and sets down Peter as quickly as he can, leaning down to pick up his baseball bat. Peter brushes himself off, cheeks faintly pink, before turning to look down at Morgan.

“He’s done enough, Morg,” he says gently. “I think it’s time we go ahead-”

“Yeah, I’ve got candy,” Harley says. Smiles and jerks his head at his own house. “And first-aid supplies. You shouldn’t walk back with your head bleeding like that.”

If it’s possible, Peter’s face seems to get even redder. “I couldn’t impose on you like that-”

“It’s not an imposition if I invite you.”

Morgan laughs, high and clear, before attatching herself firmly to Harley’s leg and looking imploringly up at Peter. “He’s got candy!”

It’s obvious that he can’t say no to her; Harley recognizes that- he’d felt the same way about Abby when she’d still lived with him. Peter nods slowly, the corner of his lips curling up, before he reaches down and slips his hand into Harley’s.

Oh.

Oooooooh, okay.

Harley leads the siblings (maybe?) back to his house, head turned away from Peter to hide his smile, before depositing his bat beside the front door and leading Morgan to the stash of candy under his kitchen sink. She happily starts to fill her bag, stuffing handfuls of candy into her pockets and under the neck of her suit.

He loves kids. God, he loves them.

When Morgan’s happily occupied, Harley sits Peter down at the counter before pulling his first ait kit out and digging through it for butterfly bandages, alcohol, and cotton pads. He perches on one of the stools a foot or so away, leaning in slowly and dabbing at the cut as gently as he possibly can.

Peter still hisses and grits his teeth, but he doesn’t move, allowing Harley to finish his work and tape the bandages over the cut, holding it closed. The bleeding has pretty much stopped at this point, only a slow drip of red, and Harley leans back with a satisfied hum.

“Thanks,” Peter murmurs, reaching up to poke at his forehead. “I appreciate all your help.”

“No problem,” Harley says. He packs up the kit, closes it, and pushes it aside.

He does impulsive, possibly stupid things all the time.

This might be one of the most impulsive and stupid of them all.

He grabs a pen off of the counter, pulls a napkin out of the nearest drawer, and scribbles down his number before pressing it into Peter’s hand.

“Text me when you get back to wherever you’re supposed to be goin’,” he says with a smile. “So I know you got back safe.”

Peter nods and grins back at him, folding the napkin into fourths and shoving it into his pocket.

“Thanks.”

Thirty minutes after they’ve left, Harley’s phone vibrates twice in his jacket pocket. His stomach erupts into butterflies as he pulls it out and reads through the messages, eyes wide, a warm feeling growing in his chest.

hey it’s peter? we got back safe so

also i was wondering if you’d maybe want to get coffee with me sometime? totally fine if you don’t but i figured i might as well pay you back

Harley blinks, biting his lip. He feels like a lovesick teenager about to go on his first date- is that a date? That could totally be a date, right?

Yeah, I’d really like that. You free Saturday?

absolutely.

#silver-bubbles' fanfic #prompt #request #blurb #peter parker #harley keener #peter parker x harley keener #parkner #keenker #harleypeter #morgan stark #cute #halloween #halloween prompt #ask

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