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ladyhawke · 5 months
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TCHAIKOVSKY’S WIFE Жена Чайковского (2022) dir. Kirill Serebrennikov
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Dangerously close to plotting a real Skyrim/Lord of the Rings crossover for after Keeping Count because my secret desire for Leara/Glorfindel has reared its head again
Shhh Don't question it.
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hella1975 · 1 year
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ive got an essay due at 3pm tomorrow and ive not even looked at it i am so so unserious about my degree and by the grace of some higher being i somehow keep managing to crawl through it's actually getting a bit funny
#me and an old friend of mine used to have a running joke during a-levels that im just one of those people where shit Works Out#and it started bc we shared two a-levels (english and economics) and in BOTH classes i regularly didn't do the homework#or the reading etc and yet it would ALWAYS work out for me#like we'd walk into a class neither of us having done the homework and they'd get yelled at while i went under the radar somehow#or that one english essay i got the highest score in the class when i literally hadn't even read the fucking book it was on#and when we pointed the theory out it started just becoming really prevalent#like no matter how late i am for things i'll arrive and by some miracle the thing im late for is also late (e.g a train or teacher)#like im just one of those people that has very very mundane luck#and low and behold i am fighting this degree with bloody fists putting the absolute bare minimum in for my own sanity's sake#and i SOMEHOW keep pulling through. literally failed two modules last year and STILL got a 2:1 average#and the last essay i wrote was the worst essay id ever done in my life and i get my standards are higher bc ik im good at essays#but the point still stands and you know what? i got a FIRST#literally was pure waffle i have never blagged it so hard and i got a FIRST#and all this shit just makes me cockier and cockier and go even more by the skin of my teeth and it ALWAYS WORKS OUT#it's soooo silly but im not complaining. anyway ill keep u posted about this essay <3 it's econ history so is actually interesting#but the most ive done for it is ask the sc ai lmao and for context degree-level essays usually require a good few days of graft#live love laziness#hella goes to uni
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loki-the-bi-frost · 1 year
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So I was reading the famous Merthur fic and
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WHY DID THIS MAKE ME CRY?? I AM CRYING RIGHT NOW. IT’S JUST SO SWEET. AND I DEFINITELY SHOULD SLEEP
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how was the gentlemen's club in your universe??
ALSO also did the holy water(?) 1800s fight and consequent crowley/samael depression coma happen?
It was nice. I learned the gavotte. Lovely chaps there, very... friendly.
Samael and I didn't have a Holy Water fight. We had a Hellfire fight. Do forgive me for not wanting to rehash all the details.
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humming-fly · 1 year
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Hello! I’m a big fan of your artwork and I saw that you’re offering little doodle requests for the next few days! If you haven’t gotten too many lined up or anything, could you do a doodle of the og greed and the devil’s nest crew please? Preferably something fluff / chill, like the gang hanging out at the bar or something. Thanks very much and a happy new year to you! 💜
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ngl i really gotta draw the original crew hanging out more often
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a-scummy-hybrid · 5 months
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Its an Owl!
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Design of Owlet from @DrizvyFizzy on Twitter.
Also im not really back, I just really wanted to do something like this after a long time, never did it before and then was like "oh yeah i could do that thing now with the "Its a Bird!" image.
Here's the original image
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Back then, I wanted to doodle Loren over this because the beak shape felt very... Loren-esque, never did that because of laziness and also because... im honestly unsure.)
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thefiresofpompeii · 4 months
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oh the god complex is BRILLIANT. so much here to talk about i don’t even know where to start. maybe i’ll start with how superb the side characters are — we interact with rita for ten minutes and feel like we’ve known her for our entire life. even howie feels real. the rat man is more a manifestation of cowardice than a full-fledged person but even so: he sticks in your mind.
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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years
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as a follow up to the bthb …. stitches :))) since they are already talking about the rather questionable medical treatment Bailey received
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Pariah Prisoner, Part 5
No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”
Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint
Sorry for everyone whose ask came before this one. I promise I will answer them all; it just won't necessarily be in any kind of sensical order.
CW for: major character injury, injury reveal, blood, medical treatment, implied past torture, stitches, minor shock/dissociation (Zera is not having a good time). Let me know if I missed any tags, or if you'd like to be added to the taglist!
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Zera honestly couldn’t tell you how the group had made it back to their base. They’d had a head start, given that none of the villains were willing to follow them through their rather extreme means of egress, but still.
Their memories from their landing all the way to the medbay were an adrenaline-soaked mess. Random details stuck out perfectly (Poppet—Bailey?—pulling the knife from their side; the feel of blood soaking through the hasty, sloppy bandages; the ache in their legs from running and the cold prickle of fear along their spine), while anything coherent remained out of their grasp. They only tuned back into their life when Bailey(?) was taken from their arms. 
Zera grasped them tighter for a second, unwilling to let anyone hurt their rescuer. They would- would—
“Zera, stand down,” Elijah said gently. “We’re back in Hero HQ. We’re in the medbay. Maeve needs Poppet laying down so she can examine them.”
Zera nodded unsteadily, feeling like a poorly carved wooden doll: all splinters and stiff joints. With Elijah’s help, they got Poppet-Bailey settled on one of the beds.
“Is-” Zera started, looking around. “Are you okay? How’s Luke? Where’s Luke? Did-”
“Breathe,” Elijah said, tone somehow even more gentle. He led them to a chair that they more or less collapsed into. “Luke’s fine, nothing more than scratches that a band-aid can handle. He didn’t want to be here.”
Zera made a face at that.
“I’m fine too,” Elijah continued, a small smile on his face. “Again, just minor things. The only one who got physically hurt was Poppet.”
Zera blinked. Then blinked again. If their brain would start working again, that would be great. “Physically hurt?”
Elijah’s smile turned sad. “I mean you, Zera. You were a million miles away just now; you had me worried.”
Zera looked away from him, over to where Maeve examined Poppet-Bailey with glowing hands and a practiced eye.
The sound of a chair being dragged across the floor snapped Zera’s attention back to Elijah. He’d brought one close enough that he could sit while continuing to talk with them.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “I know you, Zera. You’ve got something running through your head. Is it about Poppet?”
“Bailey,” Zera said.
“What?”
Zera shook their head, trying to kick-start their brain’s higher functions. “They said their name is Bailey,” Zera continued.
“They told you their name?” Elijah asked, sounding as incredulous as Zera felt. In their line of work, names and identities were either well known, like with heroes or villains that didn’t care to keep a secret civilian identity, or a carefully guarded secret. None of Slipknot’s associates fell into the former category— Poppet included.
Zera nodded woodenly. Their tone was thick when they continued. “And it isn’t just that they told me. It’s how they said it. It was like… God, it was like it was a relief to say it out loud.”
Both heroes turned to look at the unconscious villain then. 
“I think they were telling the truth,” Zera said. “I don’t know what happened to them, but I don’t think they were there by choice. Not really.”
“Not an informed choice, anyway,” Elijah said thoughtfully.
Zera thought of how Bailey had talked about themself, the loathing in their voice when they called themself Slipknot’s toy. 
“They got hurt because of us,” they said, voice low and hoarse. “They were rescuing us. And their own teammates stabbed them for it.”
Warmth spread over their knee. They looked down to see Elijah’s hand covering it. 
“We can’t change what’s happened, Zera,” he said. It was a phrase he’d told them on many occasions.
“We can only move forward and learn from it,” Zera said, completing the phrase. 
“Over here, you two,” Maeve called tiredly.
Zera and Elijah joined her at Bailey’s bedside. 
“I fixed the internal damage,” she said, pointing to a still-open wound in Bailey’s side. “The knife nicked some blood vessels and punctured their lung. I healed the pneumothorax and the internal bleeding, but that’s all I can do for now.” She sounded apologetic, as though it were her fault she was still recovering from using her powers to patch the group up after their last disaster.
“Will they pull through?” Elijah asked.
Maeve nodded. “They should. I’m going to start an IV to help replace the blood they lost, and stitch up the last of that wound. That’s not why I called you over, though.”
She gently rolled Bailey onto their uninjured side, exposing their bare back. 
Zera’s breath caught at the sight. 
Bailey’s back was a patchwork of cuts and bruises layered over a lattice of scar tissue. If Zera didn’t know better, they’d say it looked like…
“Fuck,” they said quietly. “They said. They said the guests ‘got a little rough’, at Slipknot’s last party.”
It looked like Bailey had been whipped. 
“These are at least two days old,” Maeve said. “They had time to scab over, then re-open. They were cleaned and bandaged, but nothing more than that for treatment. Some of these could have used butterfly closures at minimum, and preferably stitches. I would say that Poppet treated these themself.” 
Elijah and Zera shared a look, his grim, theirs horrified. If they’d needed more proof that Bailey wasn’t an entirely willing participant in Slipknot’s schemes? Well. Here it was.
“I’m too tired to figure out what you’re not saying at the moment,” Maeve said. “Right now, I need steady hands— and someone who’s not coming off an adrenaline high, don’t even think about it Zera— to help me document all this.”
Elijah sighed and nodded, probably thinking about all the paperwork this was going to cause. “Right. I’ll send Iris.”
“I’m staying,” Zera said. 
Both senior heroes stared at them. They did their best not to squirm under the scrutiny.
“I won’t get in the way!” they said, probably losing the battle not to sound defensive. “And I won’t offer to do anything, not that you’d even accept. I just… I wanna make sure they’re okay.” 
They sounded more pathetic than they’d really like to admit at that admission. That was probably what made the senior heroes let them stay. 
Zera did as promised. They didn’t try to help with the procedures or the documentation. They did go ahead and fetch the materials Maeve would need—  saline solution, gauze, bandages, suture kit— but then they were a good little hero and sat down, out of the way. 
Iris and Maeve managed to photograph what must have been every cut and bruise on Bailey’s body before Maeve started on the stitches. She took out hemostats and a curved needle, maneuvering them with precision in her gloved hands. Zera couldn’t remember the medical name for the stitch at the moment, but they knew the sewing name for it: whip stitch.
Whip stitch. For some reason, it was almost unbearably funny. Whip stitch, for someone who’d been- been—
And then it wasn’t funny. Not in the slightest. The laughter they’d been holding back transmuted into sobs.
Just what kind of hell had their nemesis been put through?
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What's this, a new d&d character?
hi. I have a DND character. his name is Oliver (oli). I may or may not be projecting onto him, a lot, but that is not the problem today. I made a character playlist for him and I want to talk about how it pertains to his (planned?) character arc. Ergo, this
The important thing to begin with is the basic gist of his backstory. Oli is a satyr paladin, oath of the ancients. Early to mid twenties or so. Gay (and ace), which is relevant, because he has a Tragic Backstory!!!!
Basically, he grew up in and out of the feywild, either there or in this one elven town that just so happens to have a portal to faerie very close by (and also might have been the childhood home of the other character in the campaign, quinn, who belongs to @ineffeblygay (hi mars. hope you don't mind the tag!! feel free to ignore this if you want /not sarcastic /not passive agressive), but neither of them remember that all too well (see their Tragic Backstory™))
He, as many gays are wont to do, had a boyfriend!!! I have not figured out said partner's name yet but that is okay. However, there was An Accident, that Oli thinks he would have been able to prevent if he had been there, and his partner died. Oli blames himself for it. He made his oath because of them, and so he holds to it, both because he believes in it, and because he feels like it's the least he can do. (Notably, for semi-related reasons, he avoids using the magic that comes with the oath if at all possible (I'm thinking it's cause he tried to help them with it, and he failed, and he thinks that it's cause he did something wrong and it was his fault (hi. remember what I said about projecting--)
song #1
she's in love with the boy by trisha yearwood
This is about the childhood romance type thing. It's like the, oh, hey, they're in love, and it's sweet, and they're going to spend the rest of their lives together, and no one can stop that-- until, hey, whoops, dead (hence song #2)
song #2
if i should fall behind by bruce springsteen, specifically the live in dublin version
this is the part that functions as the section about his partner's death. ''if I should fall behind / wait for me'' Ahhhhhhh. so, in this case falling behind is them dying. which. oh hey that's fun, metaphors!!
it's them promising the wait for each other, to remember each other, and it's also about Oliver refusing to move on
song #3
ophelia by the lumineers
listen. ophelia dies, thats gotta be something. is their partner the ophelia in this situation? honestly, hell if I know. maybe? probably, even, but possibly not. cause the thing with ophelia is, she either killed herself or it was an accident, twist of fate. and that's what his partner's death was, and like ophelia, no one can know for certain.
song #4
all that heaven will allow by bruce spingsteen
the thing with this song is, I first heard it when my dad was trying to prove to me that bruce springsteen does have at least a couple happy songs. my immediate response was that the narrator was dead, this definitely isn't a happy song. (On an unrealted note, my dad thinks he was trying to get into heaven, and I think he was trying to get out. I have many opinions on this song) I stand by that opinion.
This is the part from what would be, if it was a book, Oliver's partner's pov. he wants more time, he wishes he could have had more time, and he's coming to terms with that, that he's dead. which in theory would take place while his soul is traveling from the material plane to the shadowfell
Song #5
achellies come down by gang of youths
this is the bit where Oliver's depression gets REAL bad, he tries to kill himself, but he doesn't do it, which is uh. both kinda important because I need him to be alive for the campaign and also, you remember what I said about the projection bit? yeah that. but the thing is, he doesn't admit it to himself (again, projection). the year and a half to two years after his partner died were the worst years of his life, and then one day he woke up and just. shoved all his emotions in a closet and ignored them (which is extremely not healthy)
and he stays like that for a year to a year and a half, and sometime in that time period is where the campaign picks up with him.
song #6
welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance
this one doesn't fit as obviously as the other ones do, but "though you're dead and gone believe me / your memory will carry on" cause one day he just decides to pretend that he's perfectly okay (he's not) and isn't traumatized at all (he is) and he is perfectly capable of being a functional human being person
cause carrying on. he has to pretend he's okay because if he's not what the hells does he do then?
song #7
i'm not okay (i promise) by my chemical romance
hey look, he's admitting it now. he's beginning to heal!!!! (tbh this probably comes after a pivotal and highly emotional time in the campaign, probably after one of them comes super close to death and they're above like, level 5, idk, I haven't worked out all the details yet (gods I love being dm))
song #8
take me home, country roads by john denver
to be honest, there's something missing between song #7 and #8, but I don't know quite what it is. but, at the very end of the campaign, he's gonna go home. he's going to go back to where he came from for the first time in three or four years and he's going to see his family and his friends because he's finally at a point in his life where he feels like he can face them without blaming himself.
so, that was it!!!! if you have questions please ask me I love talking about oli--
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Bloody Dean Every Episode - 9x23 Do You Believe in Miracles?
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noelleeee · 4 months
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that's fucking it. I've had enough. I'm gonna tell my doctor I want a hysterectomy. this is the last fucking time I've puked because of pain. fuck you you shitty fucking female body. if it didn't kill me I would've stabbed you 10 years ago
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peachcitt · 1 year
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stayed up super late last night with friends doing halloween stuff (getting drunk and spilling tea) knowing full well that i had to get up early today to go to a quince out of town . i am awake against my will and regretting many decisions
#peach rambles#not staying up late and getting drunk. Let me be clear. that is my natural habitat#i regret rsvping for this quince that happens halloween weekend which just so happens to apparently be the busiest weekend of my goddamn#life. im exhausted from a week’s worth of lack of sleep and i am also no where near done with three of my monday deadlines#and i am losing an entire day (?) of work to this quince.#also it’s halloween weekend i should be getting drunk and looking hot😭😭😭😭#instead i am in the passenger seat of my father’s truck attempting to pretend i am alive#he called me this morning to say how far away he was from my house#but i missed the call because i kept on pressing snooze because. Obvious Reasons. and when i saw that he called#i called him back and he was like ‘im ten minutes from your house’ bitch i hadn’t even packed for the night yet. i was still fully in bed#i feel like if i close my eyes for too long im going to have a category five sleep incident. whatever that means#i think i forgot to pack a bra? fucking. i don’t know#i brought my computer so that i could possibly work but there’s absolutely no charger to speak of in#this vicinity. fuck. and uhhhhh i look like death but the only makeup i have is a singular eyebrow pencil#and the remnants of my eyeliner from last night. also the fake blood still in my fingernails#speaking of fake blood i bloodied my shit up for real last night which was very high risk high reward for me#the blood was four bucks from walmart and said that it stained skin and i was like#what a perfect product to cover my face and body in the day before i go to a family function#it ended up working out because i looked fucking good and i took a shower before i went to sleep#(did NOT check how i looked before i went to bed so this morning when i looked in the mirror and say i was blood-free it was a miracle)#but anyway. yeah. i want to pass out
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king-of-thracia · 6 months
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what if Finn's eyes glow a brilliant red when his Miracle/Prayer skill activates? Yes, a similar effect would be had for Sylvia, who also has it. It'd be a lighter red in gen 1, almost pink, and just this vicious ruby red in gen 2. Something something the blood spilt and experience gained. And red because that was the color of the skill icon in Jugdral, before more modern games turned it green.
[also yes, those with the miracle sword would have a similar effect but more a carnelian looking color. Due to the fact the miracle is not in their blood.]
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kalach-cha · 7 months
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i love living in this city but the sheer number of conventionally attractive skinny ppl is actually making me lose my mind
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stromuprisahat · 2 years
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Schrödinger's Novokribirsk
Not only there are various parts destroyed by the Darkling- from the docks or half of the village/town/city to the whole thing... its size changes! Sometimes even in the same sentence!!!
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