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moodymisty · 4 days

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I am a history major and I can say that this whole womb tattoo thing is historically accurate!

The Scythians and the Babylonians were one of the main inspirations for the Word Bearers. Specifically all of Ancient Middle Eastern civilizations have deeply influenced the Word Bearers' whole atmosphere. In ancient Egypt, tattoos were found on female mummies dating back to 2000 BCE. The tattoos, often around the abdomen, lower back, and breasts, were believed to serve protective or therapeutic purposes, possibly related to fertility and childbirth. The most famous example is the mummy of Amunet, a priestess from Thebes, who had tattoos on her abdomen, thighs, and arms. (This also means that the Thousands Sons could also use womb tattoos 🤭)

As for the Babylonians, some cuneiform tablets refer to body markings, although these references are often interpreted as branding, particularly in the context of marking slaves or prisoners rather than decorative tattoos. Babylonian art occasionally depicts figures with what appear to be body markings, though these are generally interpreted as body paint or symbolic markings rather than permanent tattoos.

The Scythian Pazyryk culture, located in the Altai Mountains of Siberia, also provides evidence of tattoos. The mummified remains of a woman known as the "Ukok Princess" or "Siberian Ice Maiden" date to the 5th century BCE and display intricate tattoos on her body, including around the abdomen. These tattoos are thought to have cultural and possibly spiritual significance.

Fun fact! Carcharodons could as well use womb tattos for their.. darlings? (Idk how to call them😭). In Polynesian cultures, which have deeply inspired the aesthetic of the Carcharodons, tattooing has deep cultural significance, with designs often denoting social status, tribal affiliations, and personal achievements. Women's tattoos, including those around the stomach and pelvis, often marked rites of passage and fertility.

This was a legitimating interesting read as someone who likes history, thank you. I didn't realize there was so much diversity it fertility or spiritually related tattooing.

And also the justification to add yet another chapter to the 'would be into womb tattoos' list. I am all for it.

also, kit-williams is going to sniff out that last paragraph in seconds though and I don't blame her cause that shit is REALLY making me want to write a Tyberos fic like someone hold me back.

#Being Tyberos personal little thing and only being bred by him -heart eyes-#im fucking deranged send help jesus christ #reply #Misty's book club

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idalenn · 2 months

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Lillian Kyo - Lore Details

Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to talk @elliewiltarwyn!! One day I'll write my way to some of these.....someday.

Under a read more because it's, uh, long.

--B A S I C S--

Name: Lillian Kyo

Nicknames: None given, unless you count "hero" and "kit" (though that last one is a bit of a Gridanian slur)

Age: Late twenties in ARR, just considered early 30s by the end of Endwalker. Stormblood takes up a good chunk of this time. (She's a year younger than she should be: Seat of Sacrifice and time spinning out of control because of Elidibus/The Crystal Tower/the flow of time between shards cause her to miss a year on the Source. The Scions' bodies sure don't, though)

Nameday: 16th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

Gender: Transwoman. Will never outright state so

Orientation: Pansexual, though more in theory than practice

Profession: Member of the Conjurers' Guild, member of the Botanists' Guild (on indefinite, and unpaid, sabbatical). Warrior of Light and current holder of the Soul of the White Mage

--P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S--

Hair: Grey as storm clouds. Starts off short and unkempt in ARR, growing to her shoulders in Heavensward where it stays that length until Stormblood where she quickly learns combat and longer hair do her no favors. Once Temulun cleans it up, it goes to about neck length. However, Lillian has no experience in maintaining the Xaela-influenced appearance, so she keeps the general shape but leaves the beads, complex braiding, and oils out. She keeps this look until her story's end.

Eyes: a soft golden hue, often called "piss yellow"

Skin: a brownish-grey

Tattoos/scars: Oh boy. Lillian's most noticeable set are the ones across her face, the edges of her face, and striping her throat in service to some purpose others can't discern - the result of attempting facial feminization before the events of ARR with a knife, a hot flame, a basic grasp of healing magic, and a book on anatomy she could barely read with diagrams interpreted increasingly wrong as the night went on. The end result was mostly a success, though.

Other than those, she collects several over time. Notable ones include burns from dragon fire, being impaled on Zenos' sword at Rhalgr's Reach, being skewered on his sword again later but - unable to pull it out - instead pulling her body away so it cut it's own way out, and another across her front from shoulder to hip in their final fight (somewhat mitigated by a timely application of Benediction)

Healers can take a lot of abuse. No tattoos though.

--F A M I L Y--

Parents: Being a Keeper of the Moon, she has no knowledge of her father. Her mother, however, taught her child what she needed to survive in the world beyond the reach of the tribe knowing the day would eventually come where she'd walk that path and explore the wide, open world. Not seen since the day of Lillian's leaving.

Siblings: Grew up among a litter of siblings in which she was the youngest of all. Hasn't seen a single one since leaving the tribe.

Grandparents: The closest person to a grandparent was her Elder Mother, whom she much respected and loved and continues to be a source of inspiration. Taught Lillian the ways of the Conjurer and of faith in Menphina and the elementals. Likely found the same fate as the tribe.

In-laws and Other: Scions count, right?

Pets: Scions count, right?

--S K I L L S--

Abilities: Being born and raised in the wilds of the Twelveswood have made her specially attuned to the elementals to the point that she's often confused for a Hearer. While naturally a Conjurer/White Mage, the events of Rhalgr's Reach encouraged her to learn from Lyse in putting on some muscle and to take on pugilist training.

Hobbies: Dancing, but moving in general. Tribe life didn't allow her much freedom to dance in general and she was never allowed to take part in the rite of passage other girls enjoyed in which they sang and danced to a certain enchanting tune. Enjoyed playing the flute while living with her tribe, but hasn't done so since leaving.

--T R A I T S--

Most Positive Trait: Will always try to seek the best possible solution to any given problem, even at cost to herself.

Most Negative Trait: The most petulant woman you'll ever meet in her worst moments; absolutely taking pleasure in your pain. Uses the idea of "the logical choice" and removing herself from emotions as a defense mechanism, simultaneously confuses the believed results of these choices with the "greater good".

The decision she makes in Ktisis Hyperboreia is THE nail in the coffin for Meteion's outlook on life.

--L I K E S--

Colors: Different shades of greys and blacks with splashes of blue. The white associated with healers and White Mages does not appeal to her.

Smells: Overpowering floral scents. Lillian uses these to keep herself sweet-smelling in place of showering (unless forced) until Shadowbringers. Also enjoys the aroma of burning and ash in small amounts.

Textures: Woolen clothing and thick, inflexible metal plates. The heavier, the better.

Drinks: Spiced strawberry wine

--O T H E R D E T A I L S--

Smokes: Not at all. The colored smokes of Radz-at-Han are appealing at first, but she can't be around them for too long or her eyes start to water.

Drinks: None at first, but she picks up the habit during celebrations at the end of Stormblood, which becomes a bigger problem at the end of Shadowbringers as she tries to cope with being a woman out of time and seeing how much the world has progressed and how much she's lost (The resolution of the Bozja conflict, peace with those formerly known as the "beast tribes", the twins' comatose bodies being carried off back to Sharlayan by their father, Y'shtola's being taken by Matoya to better care for her, etc.) By Endwalker she's thinking about picking up a glass of water and tasting wine before she knows what's happening.

Drugs: Not a whole lot of interest.

Mount Issuance: Unicorn babbyyyyyyyy

Been Arrested: Charged with regicide and, later, heresy; they didn't stick.

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For tagging (apologies if you get double-tagged by me) the OCs I haven't seen yet are @zoroarkthief @viiioca @candycryptids @sylaurin @reconditerune @amalthea-felsblood @arinaxiv @dreadwyrmz and YOU reader for making it this far!

#lillian post #tag games #ffxiv oc #wol oc #I made a typo in the hobbies section but it's fixed now

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cryptidclaw · 7 months

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One last Mocking Bird/fourth cat nonsense I promise this time

What if Mocking Bird and Hollyleaf also look nothing alike? A contrast to the Three and their original selves who were identical.

And also an extra disguise. Even if Blinding Moon did start to suspect they reincarnated into someone that wasn’t in the Fire and Tiger bloodline, they probably wouldn’t look at someone who didn’t resemble their fourth kit.

Ok I love this bec mockingbirds are light gray and white which would be a fun parallel. Light and dark mode hollyleaf 😌

Would also make more since biology to , since Blinding is white and her mate is orange?? Hes orange rite?

#cryptid answers #cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #hollyleaf #roc story building

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solsticewcrp · 1 year

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RECENT EVENTS IN BLIZZARDCLAN

Moon 4 - March 2023

The gathering is normal this moon. Cats mingle and the leaders Dovemoon and Dragonsun only have minor tension between them, watching each other from the corner of their eyes. Unseen from the crowd, Bloomclan warrior Ivoryclaw reunites with his long lost son Toadpaw of Blizzardclan. They promise to see each other again, Lambsong acting as a guardian for the apprentice.

During the gathering, a task force of Starlingfall, Thawheart, Cloudburst, Frozenfire, and Hailcoat is sent out under the guise of testing the Moon's Eye for loose stone. Only the deputy and keeper know they are looking for a sign from the Seelie Court. After discovering a petrified egg with a strange aura pulsing from a crack in its shell, they head home and present it to Dovemoon. He orders their silence on the matter. The other Keepers and Medics are informed of the discovery.

Onionpaw and Garlicpaw become Onionpounce and Harrierveil, the latter asking for an appeal in an odd way of speech not known to modern Blizzardclan. Dovemoon accepts and he is renamed.

Coldwind is restrained and reprimanded for her abuse towards Meltingkit. The kit is renamed Galepaw and given the mentor Songbird. Coldwind is soon exiled after with the threat of death on her heels by Starlingfall, Paintedsnap, and Slushpaw. The patrol gains some scars and gives some scars. Slushpaw receives a harsh belly wound from the encounter. Coldwind joins exiles Snowscape and Auroraveil outside Blizzardclan's borders. The majority of the clan approves of this action, however a minor few think Dovemoon could have handled it before the ceremony.

Moon 5 - April 2023

Snowflakepaw attacks Slushpaw while he is healing in the medic den from the wounds inflicted by Coldwind. A struggle of pride and ego between the two young cats. Ebonyfrost is quick to pull the apprentices apart and scold Snowflakepaw for attacking a hurt clanmate. Her punishment is double apprentice duty, not being allowed to attended the next 4 Gatherings (not including next moon's), and confinement to camp (unless to fetch herbs, and only with a ward) to assist the medics for two moons.

Due to the rise of warm weather and heavy snows last season, an AVALANCHE rocks the territory. Several cats are caught in the disaster. Keepers, Medics, and teams of warriors as assists are sent to rescue them.

The death toll rings at four. Blizzardclan mourns the losses of Asterlight, Heatherpounce, Frostclaw, and Mudcrackle. The loss of Asterlight breaks widow Thunderscar and son Sagepaw, while the death of Mudcrackle causes a public disowning of the nephews left behind, Onionpounce and Harrierveil. Orchidmelt, Beastcall, Paintedsnap, Mallowstem, Rimeshine, Tempestwatcher, and Starlingfall have the most severe injuries. Most have recovered in present time, however Rimeshine was paralyzed and is currently undergoing physical therapy.

Toadpaw, Onionpounce, Thunderscar, and Charcoalspark are injured minorly and recover within the moon. During the avalanche, Ebonyfrost finds outsiders Doomsday and Smalls under the snow. He enacts his right to heal all in crisis and Dovemoon hesitantly allows them to stay. It is noted Smalls has offered to help Blizzardclan's injured. Dovemoon accepts the offer and he acts as an assistant to Hawkdust. Not many want to be treated by him due to Blizzardclan's wariness of outsiders.

Funeral rites are prepared for the deceased cats and what remains of Asterlight.

Dovemoon announces a new law once all cats are accounted for. No cat will travel the territory unaccompanied. It is unclear if this law is permanent or temporary.

Only Ebonyfrost attends the half moon gathering due to the critical condition of BlizzardClan. When he dreams, he is whispered that those who died during the avalanche are safe in the Seelie Court. He is conflicted on this message

Sphinxtongue is welcomed as a BloomClan Medic Apprentice by the Court. He reveals to the rest that there are growing holes in the Seelie's territory leading into utter darkness. When they return home, Ebonyfrost informs Dovemoon, Starlingfall, and Hawkdust. This is kept between the HRs of Blizzardclan and the Keepers.

A vision is held at the Moon's Eye by Dovemoon, his medics, and two keepers. An invisible fae leave paw prints and grows herbs within the slush. "Let the seed take root", it whispers. This vision is kept in Dovemoon's circle to discuss the implications. Despite controversy stirred by Ebonyfrost insistence it's a sign he is no longer approved of by the fae and the more conservative minds disliking the idea of Outsiders joining them, it is taken as an optimistic sign by the majority to welcome Smalls and Doomsday.

Moon 6 - May 2023

The gathering is not held this moon due to the losses caused by the Avalanche.

Smalls is welcomed into Blizzardclan as a medic apprentice due to Widowleaf running away soon after the avalanche, not wishing to bare the weight of the role. To more private ears, the positive sign given by the fae helps his case. It is yet to be determined if guest Doomsday will be joining as well.

All medics are present this moon, including newest apprentice Smalls. After some introductions and light conversation they dream.

Smalls is greeted by Galeforce and is welcomed as a medic apprentice of Blizzardclan by the Court. He is shown the dark cracks within the territory and is asked to help the Seelie Court in its time of need. The dream is ending. He awakes to provide a new perspective on this idea. He tells his fellow medics the Seelie Court may be more physical than they realize, as a dream needs a sleeping cat to create it.

When Dovemoon can not find Lambsong in camp, he sends a small patrol made up of Rushpore, Silvertalon, and Charcoalspark to fetch her despite minor protests for faer not being gone for long. He replies he is worried for her safety, with the lingering threat of Coldwind. Slushpaw grows ill at the mention of her. The patrol finds faer with Rainsoot not far out from camp. After some debate about why they are trying to bring them home, the two eventually come back to camp to be confronted by Dovemoon.

He declares due to the threat of Coldwind that no monarchs may leave the nursery, so they are protected from the threat. A loud half of the clan protest this rule. Dovemoon, surprised by this outrage, backpedals on his initial idea. Dovemoon makes it a new law. No perma-monarch or temporary monarchs may leave camp. As a result, Trumpetscorn and Grasswhistle step down from their positions as perma-monarchs to not be contained. Lambsong and Hypervoice remain.

Thawheart is promoted to temporary deputy while Starlingfall is confined to camp for the next six moons. This choice receives a luke-warm response.

Moon 7 - June 2023

Starlingfall gives birth to two kits, Killdeerkit and Raptorkit. Despite not commenting on the sire.. all can tell these two are mirror images of Antlercrest, even though the two are proclaimed enemies. Judgement and humor is found in this reveal.

#warrior cats rp #warriors rp #wc rp #wcrp #blizzardclan #wc ocs #rp info

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karlyanalora · 2 years

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There’s no medic to call for when you’re a spy. You just had to do it yourself. Alfred bit down on his jacket and yanked his shoulder back into place with a sickening pop and blinding agony. He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, plastered a smile on his face, and waltzed back into the lion’s den.

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Bruce learned to bandage his own bloody knuckles at the tender age of eight and a half. Alfred wouldn’t let him get them in training, but Bruce sure got them picking fights at school. His tolerance for bullies had vanished with the death of his parents, especially when the older boys picked on young Molly Jenkins. She’d never been the same since her best friend was killed in front of her during a mugging last year. She was skittish now, jumping at any sound that mildly resembled a gunshot, and was prone to tears. The boys thought it was funny; Bruce did not and he cut his knuckles on their teeth.

After the fifth fight, the nurse stopped tending to him first. He had to admit he had the poor woman overwhelmed today. So he found the bandages and did his best to apply them himself. They stuck to the scabs and at home Alfred had to tear them off, though the process was made a bit easier with the use of salt water. He then taught Bruce how to do it properly next time and decided to tutor him at home.

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Falling off the R-Cycle was not fun and when you didn’t wear pants meant a bad case of road rash. But Alfred was always there to treat it. But that wasn’t the case anymore, was it? Falling off a motorcycle as Nightwing meant a much more manageable road rash that could be easily treated at his apartment, but Dick could still feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It made him homesick, yet another reminder that he was alone as he picked the rocks out of his skin.

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Giving yourself stitches was almost a rite of passage in the Batfamily. It’s an important skill, almost second nature, and for some whacked-up reason, Jason finds it soothing. Maybe it’s because in the back of his mind he can hear Bruce’s deep voice walking him through the steps and Alfred’s “Well done, Master Jason” when he ties the knot. Or maybe it’s the fact is that if all it takes is stitches, the wound can’t be that bad. Most of the time Jason just handles it out in the field and goes on with the rest of his day.

That hadn’t been the case when he first became Robin. He’d been much more fond of the superglue method, content to stay as far away from needles as he could. But Alfred had placed a grounding hand on his shoulder as Bruce stitched up his gashed leg, gently explaining everything he was doing.

According to Dick, that Bruce had died with Jason. The light of gentleness had gone out and he had never returned to the man who was good with kids and called you “chum” and “lad.” Just another reason Jason was a mistake and his coming home wouldn’t fix that.

And yet Batman still wouldn’t kill the Joker.

Jason cut the thread with his teeth and went back to work.

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Tim had the Mayo Clinic pulled up on his computer and his poor blistered feet sprawled out in front of him. He’d washed his hands and feet already. He’d nabbed one of his mother’s sewing needles, which was probably an antique since she didn’t sew, and cleaned it with rubbing alcohol. He swabbed the blister with rubbing alcohol as well since their first aid kit didn’t have any iodine. He winced as he pricked the blister near the edge and watched as the liquid oozed out. Already it felt better. He put on some Vaseline and covered it with a bandaid before moving on to the next one. He had school in the morning and he didn’t want his parents to ask why he was limping. If they even noticed.

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Cass washed her arm in the river before wrapping an old shirt around it. She’d gotten caught on some barbed wire while out scavenging for food. She would need to find some soap to keep it clean or some of the other things her father had used to treat her training wounds. But this would have to do for now. The air was growing colder every day; wounds she knew how to treat, but how to survive on her own was something new. Her stomach growled as she pulled the knotted sleeves tight and set out once more.

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Steph hissed as she gently prodded the giant goose egg that was forming on the side of her head. Stupid Dad. Stupid Steph too; she should have known he was in a bad mood. And with Mom out of commission at the moment, Steph was on her own. She popped down a couple of Ibuprofen and waited for Dad and his “friends” to clear out so she could grab a bag of frozen peas. For now, she wondered how to cover up her newfound lump in time for school tomorrow. Makeup for the bruising and a hat maybe?

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Damian had always tended to all his own wounds. Supplies and demonstrations were provided, but that was all. But this scratch, a mere skinned knee, was nothing.

“Grayson, this is ridiculous.”

“I repeat: do you want a Superman, Wonder Woman, or Flash band-aid?”

“I can handle this myself.”

“Yeah, but being part of a family means you don’t have to.”

#whumptober2022 #no.11 #self-done first aid #batman #fic #nonlinear narrative #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #original something

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gnostichymns · 3 months

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Thank you to everyone who participated in last month's Lantern Rite event! It was an overwhelming success, and we can't wait to bring you all more events like it.

If you have not claimed your prize for the event, the window has officially closed.

And a second thank you to those who participated in the group's first combat event trial! We've received a lot of helpful feedback, with only more to come, so be sure to keep your eyes peeled for the first group-wide event within the next few months!

Which leads us into an important update: your talents have a purpose now! If you would like to get an idea for how our talent system ties in to combat, you can preview our Combat Guide here. (Not every muse in the group has a kit made yet, so don't worry if you don't see one for your own.)

And a couple of reminders from our rules for how the commission system works, as we have seen a few questions.

You may only claim 2 talent points in one month, not including the one given for activity. This means that if you are turning in dropped or completed threads, they can only equate to that number of points. Any event related points are an exception to this.

Dropped commission threads may be claimed for a talent point in two ways. If a dropped thread has 3-4 reblogs, it may be claimed with another dropped thread of the same length for 1 talent point. If a dropped thread has 5 reblogs, however, it may be claimed by itself for a full point.

We recommend keeping track of all claimed threads on your muse's talents page. It'll come in handy for the future.

March's feedback form is now available! Your feedback is a big help to keep our group going, so please consider filling it out. If you participated in the Lantern Rite, any feedback on the event may be given here!

And finally, our commission season Melt has begun! Check out the prompts here!

#gh newsletter

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finalyaksha · 3 months

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A bit late to talk about this but Happy Xiaoqing Festival, IE Lantern Rite! Despite the fact that we were, once again, robbed of a new interaction, Lantern Rite did not disappoint in dropping more crumbs for me to obsess over.

Starting with Keqing's scene, this one was particularly interesting, as many Xiaoqing shippers point to Keqing's voice line about Xiao stating that she believes he should be free from his duty. So it's extremely interesting that out of all the kite motifs she could have brought up, she chose the example of a butterfly symbolizing a desire to "break free" or freedom.

It's also interesting that the kite making tradition is specifically mentioned as a Liyue folk tradition that she wants the younger generation to learn more about. She herself is also well versed on information about kites that she learned from her grandfather. Which is also interesting as we know her grandfather, a historian, also knows a lot about the Adepti, which she previously mentioned in the Stove God quest.

Another small detail from this year was the fact that Keqing delivers gifts to the Adepti every year, meaning she continues to see Xiao at least once every year during Lantern Rite.

I have a strong suspicion that, if we take all of this into account, Keqing probably believes, with Xiao being an Adeptus, the kite making traditions of Liyue would probably be an appealing theme to him for Lantern Rite. She's certainly aware that he does not attend them in person and continuously chooses themes that he will be able to see from a distance. Xiao even verbalizes to the traveler that he always picks a spot where he can see everything from.

So we can now brainrot yearly Xiaoqing meetings where she pokes his brain, trying to gain knowledge about his interests and they possibly even play a part in the theme she helps craft year after year.

Now Xiao's part is equally as interesting. First of all, sly Zhongli, trying to nudge Xiao in the direction of finding someone to fly kites with. He's almost certainly aware that Keqing was behind the theme for the festival, so I can easily inhale enough copium and see her being who he's referring to.

Add on top of that to the fact that Xiao himself seems pretty open to the idea, as anything he doesn't outright dislike is enough to say that he's willing to do it. Especially since his first reaction is to ask who would want to fly kites with him rather than an outright "no".

His view on kites is also pretty interesting, saying that they give him "peace of mind". Pretty much echoing Keqing talking about the butterfly kit symbolizing "happiness" and a desire for freedom. Plenty of details across Xiao's Story and Namecard make it apparent that he does want to eventually be free from his Yaksha duties, even if he doesn't outright say it.

Soooo it just all really comes full circle that Keqing and Xiao meet up, she finds something out about him that she thinks would intrigue him, and themes Lantern Rite Celebrations around that. Based on her own idea that Xiao should be free, she hopes to help push him in the direction of seeking his own freedom, by hosting a Kite Flying Lantern Rite theme that Xiao would be sure to see. And Zhongli, probably also aware of this, hint hint nudge nudges Xiao in her direction for the Xiaoqing Kite Flying Date of The Century.

And because I forgot to take a picture of Keqing releasing a Xiao Lantern with Xiao, have this picture from last year's dinner that Keqing totally deserved to be at. Not that it matters since we now have confirmed yearly meetings, maybe yearly dinners, they're in love, obviously.

#xiaoqing #xiao #keqing #xiaoqing headcanon #Lantern Rite Stays Dropping Xiaoqing Hints #Just Say You're Dating Already #We Already Know

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shiftythrifting · 11 months

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My most recent expedition to Value Village tukwila:

1. Not sure if its a real team but I kind of regret not getting it.

2. Some fine commentary

3. Phone jail

4. 10/10 chess competition name

5. Perfect for joints

6. Horse girl dreams

7. Sausage man box

8. Pop Art Han Solo

9. Basketball man

10. Just two dads

#thrifting #shiftythrifting #submission #star wars #han solo #religious crap #signs #dan the sausageman #trophies #in frames #shirts #religion #last rites kit

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troutfur · 1 year

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A Leopardstar with her son's blood on her paws, a Stonefur raising his grandchildren, Leafkit and Squirrelkit, Mistyfoot giving Fireheart last rites like he gave Primrose and Pike last rites when she wasn't able too, Feather and Storm morning their uncle and being their for his kits...

It's quite a somber thing what they all had to face, what they all have to continue to grapple with every time they look upon their clanmates. They all may be there for each other, but to know how the rest of the Clan, specially their leader, threw them to the claws of someone like Tigerstar...

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writingathesisonthoseweirdcats · 1 year

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LOG 33

Well well well if it isn't my old notebooks from my thesis time... Thesis... i haven't heard that name in years...

Well no. In three years exactly why is still quite a lot, but not so much happened except in my personnal life (did I mention I married Anita? long story. will never tell you the details because that's not the point of that blog. also I got accused of a triple murder that happened in the neighbourhood but don't worry i got exonerated of all charges because i'm innocent)

If we want to do a quick summary of kitty drama, here it goes:

Sunstar died. The russian blue went through the five stages of grief the trial by pain or whatever - I REALLY need to follow the next guy to become the boss of their group and install a spycam where those trials are held because it's still a big mystery to me - and is now Big Boss of the Forest group.

Bailey, a stray cat which had given birth to a litter recently, joined the Moorclan? Or something? Tagged one of her kits next to a tansy bush so called her Tansypaw, and noticed the other's fur was well groomed so called him Brushpaw. Tansypaw and Brushpaw immediately started going into the village behind Windover Farm with two of the younger Moor Group cats. Allowed me to tag those two too. Tagged them during the night it was one o'clock i was not inspired I named one Onepaw and the other Morningpaw - cause i wished we were in the morning not the night.

Crookedja...star, let's not forget he's big boss now, had kits with his mate! His mate and nearly all the kits died. That was sad. Anyway.

Bluestar's abandonned kids became adults! I witnessed them go through all the rites that wildcats can subject each other to (which by the way is a very whadafak moment to realize). Decided to give them new names to celebrate, now they're Stonefur and Mistyfoot, cause those names sound cool and I'm getting invested in them.

Onepaw and his sisters got adults too! Can't remember how i named thme. I'm not even sure I named them. I don't think the pet cats of the neighbourhood are safe with a bunch of wildcats roaming around in town.

Loads of cats died. Multiple reasons. That includes Raggedstar. Last I checked, the new big boss of the Swamp Group was Yellowfang's abandonned kid, Brokenstar. Crazy how many kittens are being abandonned around here.

Also Brokenstar made all the third age group leave his camp? They went to establish their own a bit further down the river? Wild. Idk what's happening.

Anyway i'm back in business babies. I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know what's happening. Anita said she's ok with me starting to liveblog my cats again as long as I don't give identifying details about our family (I already basically gave you my address so yikes but hey i was a dumb student)

#twolegs' pov

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myshredda · 1 year

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when it comes to gift giving, I grew up the family's "artist", meaning I got a ton of those shitty multimedia packs that were in either those shitty plastic "carrying cases", or the somewhat ok wooden ones [the case was better than the art supplies]

so, I kinda imagine that Yellow, being the resident art kid, would also get a few of those kits [its practically a rite of passage for artists]

meanwhile, I could see Green getting those "grow your own crystal" kits, or those books with a ton of different science experiments you could do at home

Both of them would also get a lot of socks, and I could see Green being the one to get a lot of clothes as well [silly idea: Red gets him a lab coat, which he refuses to take off for months]

GOD THESE THINGS YEAH

Literally the driest, shittiest markers of all time. I wasn't even an "art kid" (I was a music + animal kid) and I had one of these lmao. Yellow probably has a couple laying around because Red and Duck can never remember what they bought last time. He loves them a lot but eventually he asks if they can get him water color pencils or gouache or something. Red gets him soft pastels in a nice, sturdy little tin with a picture of the ocean on it and Yellow cries and hugs it like he's been shot. Duck will get him really nice thick cardstock from his shopping app or his various old man travels.

As for Green he'd probably get a few of those crystal growing kits and some little dinky science kits before he (Very Politely) asks if maybe he could get a rock tumbler? Like from National Geographic?

So of course they get him one and he tumbles all the pre-included rocks and he's very happy with the results and then he asks if they can go walk by the river and look for mineral deposits and geode pockets and he talks about silt levels and the types of quartz that are the most common and Yellow hides his birthday rock so Green doesn't tumble it.

The get a lot of socks because they keep losing them in the dryer or they mysteriously vanish (Duck blames the closet rats) and they're an easy gift so they both have like 25 pairs each and they're all types of colors and patterns. I LOVE the idea of Red getting him a lab coat, that to cute. Maybe Duck gets Yellow a beret so the kids are even and Red's like wtf does that have to do with anything and Duck's like HE'S AN ARTIST

#living my montessori dreams vicariously through this ask #frogdaqueerfloof #yellow x2 au #my askbox

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Plastic Skies - Model 2: Mirage III C

So on our last episode, I’d finished building, painting and decalling my first model. And for all its errors and imperfections, I was quite happy with it. So happy that I pretty much jumped into the next project: another cheap model, but something a bit more close to home. Unfortunately, this one’s construction would hit a major obstacle that tried my patience for the better part of a month.

The AMD Mirage III C, along with the Skyhawk and the Super Etendard, is one of the emblematic fighters of my country’s air force. A handful of them were purchased based on their impressive performance during the 1967 Six-Day War. The first batch of planes were delivered in 1972 and quickly became the backbone of the air force. More Mirage variants from Israel and Peru were bought through the 70s and early 80s, and in 1982 they participated in the Malvinas/Falklands/South Atlantic conflict. By all accounts, a quite beloved, if often obsolete plane.

So while I haven’t really confirmed this, I picture building a Mirage to be a rite of passage for national hobbyists akin to a Brit’s first Spitfire or a Yank’s first Mustang. A classic through and through. Still, I admit that wasn’t what made me decide to do one. The truth is that I didn’t feel ready to move to the big, expensive Revells and Academys and whatnot. I sort of still don’t. So when I found a little 1/100 Mirage made locally at an even cheaper price than the MiG-21, I pretty much jumped at it. Besides, the kit offered me an opportunity to try something new. Now that my paralyzing terror of paints had all but disappeared, I decided to take it a step further and paint a camo pattern.

So after consulting with the shop owner (and not-so-slyly showing him a picture of the finished MiG), I walked out with two more little boxes of paint, dark green and light brown, and a roll of masking tape which I’d learned online was very important for keeping paint out of places where I didn’t want it to be. I’d also heard about decal solutions, which sounded like the answer to my decal fear, but the shop owner said they didn’t have any and it should be arriving soon-ish. I didn’t mind. I expected the plane to be a quick and easy build that would leave me more time to focus on the camo, and I knew I’d have a very generous canvas thanks to the Mirage’s bigass delta wing. It was gonna be a good time, and for the most part, it was. Until it wasn’t.

I don’t have any close-ups, but due to an unholy combination of the kit’s cheapo production and my own inexperience when fitting the wing, the poor Mirage ended up with a massive gap between the main fuselage and its right wing. Just a big long visible hole, a perfectly straight valley that no amount of glue would cover. The left wing had been slightly luckier, but not by much, and also sported the unsightly hole. And on the underside, where the wings joined with the back end of the fuselage, more big holes were on full display. This wasn’t just some small imperfection to shrug off. This was some ugly shit. And I was not gonna have it.

Of course, my search for a solution immediately brought me to good ol’ plastic putty, a product that I knew existed in various forms but had never used. A couple of tutorials helped ease me into the idea of using it, so I was about to head back to the shop when I remembered the missing solutions. In a flash of caution, I sent them a message asking about them and about putty. The answer was the same for both. Still not here, should be coming in soon. It was a little frustrating to say the least, but I’d been slowly starting to peek into the hobby scene and its myriad of dealers around town, so I knew I had options.

What I didn’t have was money. Or, to be more precise, I didn’t have spending money. Due to some delay issues at work, I had to put a halt on pretty much all frivolous spendings to focus purely on rent and food and all that other boring stuff. And as ridiculous and self-absorbed as it sounds, I admit, it got pretty annoying to see the weeks go by and the model sit there drying up, its unseemly crevices in full display, its body still awaiting a second coat of paint. Eventually, the frustration got the better of me and I ended up buying a bottle of putty from an online seller along with some flexi sanders. After a while, the want had been dangerously inching closer to becoming a need.

Like everything else, the filling process was a learning experience. I know I probably used a little more than I should’ve, but once it was dry and the new coat of paint went over it, peace returned to my heart. Yeah, I could work with this. So I did. Using a combination of the solitary instructions page the model had come with and half a dozen photos found online, I set about to painting the best approximation of a Mirage camo that my clumsy wrist could figure out. And like all the best parts of building kits so far, once the initial intimidation had passed, it proved to be an incredibly fun, tremendously intuitive and terribly rewarding little task.

After all those weeks waiting around, it was a pleasure to see my little Mirage take shape like this, its horried issues safely hdiden under a coat of two different colors of paint. And with the undercarriage painted grey and the nose and thrusters black, I was using all of my paints so far. The nose gave me more than a little trouble, and for a sec I considered busting out the putty again, but after all that work, I was ready to be done with it and move to the final step.

Thing was, that decal sheet kinda terrified me. The last one I’d used had had eight decals total and they’d been big fuckers. This one had pretty much triple the size and sported some really weird things, like thin red lines that were supposed to go along the inner edges of the wings or bizarre double-level decals, where the idea was to place one first, let it dry, then place the other on top to complete an emblem or a warning sign. It was a bit much, especially given I still had no decal solution. So with that in mind, I set upon my decaling task feeling like this was going to look terrible no matter what I did. Mistakes were going to be made. And sure enough, they were.

But still, once it was over and the sheet was just a pile of little soggy shreds of paper, I had to admit... they looked cool. They looked almost annoyingly cool, giving the plane a bunch of extra shots of color. And as much as I messed up those thin red stripes, I was and still am very happy with how the roundels and flags came out. Imperfect as it was, this wasn’t some generic Mirage III. This was an Argie Mirage. An Argierage. And it was mine.

The finished plane earned another round of applause from my parents and brother, and while I’d like to say I didn’t need nor want their approval, I can’t deny it felt pretty damn good to hear the impression in their voices. A byproduct of all the hobbies I’d picked so far, like videogames or making comics, was that it was always hard to show them off to other people. Most of my finished comics are all in English, and even if they weren’t, my parents always showed a lot of support for me but not a lot of interest in them. But this was something they could grasp. This was something they could understand, even partake in a little. This was a Hobby the way they understood it.

My mother in particular commended me on the paintjob and my brother was surprised to hear I’d made it all freehand. After a long time of struggling to try and grab their interest when I described what I filled my idle hours with, it was just plain nice to have something I could easily and proudly show off like that, going into detail about all the different tools and colors I’d used. And the more I talked about that last part, the more I felt like I’d grown enough to take that next step. To aim for something bigger. I promised myself that, as soon as I got paid, there’d be no more cheapo little seven dollar kits.

And I made good on it. Sort of.

#My Stuff #Hobbies #Journals #Alas Argentinas #I ended up using a LOT less of that tape than I expected #But it was still good to have it

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Of Blood and Sparks - XVII

Karina Alexandre of Fontaine lost her position, her family, and her Archon's favor. A dead Electro Vision is her mark of guilt. A reminder to never fail again. Faith shattered, and suspicious of the Fatui, she eventually makes her way to Liyue, where she encounters a certain funeral parlor consultant. Little does she know it's only the beginning. Original character centric; eventual Zhongli/OC. Posted originally at @chevalier-of-fontaine. ArchiveOfOurOwn || FF.net || Karina's profile

That night, long after they said their goodbyes with a beat of hesitation silently begging for more, Karina found herself unable to sleep. It was not a strange occurrence, not after she dredged her memories for details she wished she could forget. Her body demanded sleep but her mind refused. It would make for a poorer day tomorrow, she was sure.

The Rite of Descension was just around the corner; she had little time to deal with insomnia and the memories of lingering pleas for mercy that sat in the deep recesses of her mind. It used to be cold sweats, screams, and tears, unsure of where precisely she was. Her poor parents. She scared Rhiannon the first time it happened.

Now, she just felt hollow.

Karina rose from her bed, splashed cold water on her face from a basin, and then gently unpinned the needles keeping silk to the mannequin in the bedroom. She padded into the tiny living room where she cleared off the low table and pulled out pattern references and her sewing kit. The light was poor and she fumbled with a match and a handheld lamp before she started. The wick was damp with fuel and took the flame like an eager lover.

The fabric spoke for itself, especially the silk that bore a subtle pattern of scales. She could have simply used different swaths for various parts for an easier approach but its intended recipient was unique and elegant; he deserved a gift with that in mind. She’d sketched out glaze lilies for the sleeves, their powder blue petals contrasting sweetly against the gold, ochre, and brown palette she’d chosen. A few plum blossoms made their way into the design for the hems over the course of the layout, all the more fitting now; courage, hope, longevity.

The back design still eluded her, even now.

A problem for another night.

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Although she and plenty of other businesses were occupied with preparations, life in the harbor was otherwise unaffected, and if anything, there seemed to be more people than ever. Tourists seemed to make up most of the crowds as of late and more than once, she found herself frustrated with those who decided the middle of the thoroughfare was an excellent place to check one’s map.

No matter where she went for the days that preceded the Rite, excitement and speculation on Rex Lapis’ predictions were on everyone’s lips. She couldn’t imagine that kind of pressure. When she asked about it the evening before, Zhongli only offered an enigmatic smile.

“It is, I suppose, something one becomes accustomed to,” he said at last. “Rex Lapis has been a part of this ritual for thousands of years. For him, I can only surmise that it is but one more task laid ahead of him in his care-taking of humanity.”

Karina schooled her face as best she could. He separated himself from his godhood so easily. Was it merely because they were in public? Or was it more for her sake?

They came to a vendor table on their way through the lower docks, the moon reflecting off calm waves, and the scent of smoked meat and roasted vegetables wafting through from nearby kiosks. Under the warm light, the seller’s jewelry and accessories glittered like stars.

She was never allowed to wear such trinkets; uniforms were strict and the only adornments allowed were medals and badges. Habit stuck and she was hardly one for frivolous ornamentation. The noctilucus jade broach was her exception, more for special occasions than casual wear; much like the hair pins and rings and necklaces before her.

“Did you make all of these?” Karina asked.

“These, yes,” the vendor passed a hand over a section on their right–Karina’s left–, where a clean delineation in style was apparent. “The rest are consignment, pieces purchased over the years.”

She nodded, noting some of the tiny differences in settings, how some seemed to float seamlessly above the bridge of metal, while others were set entirely nestled. It allowed for the metal to become part of the overall design. Karina couldn’t help the smile that worked its way across her face.

Her attention rarely fell to shiny objects unless it was absolutely necessary but she couldn’t help but gaze at the craftsmanship of many of the offerings. Such pieces were behind windows and counters in Fontaine, in rich districts where those with money could afford to look, let alone purchase. And in Liyue, she only ever saw elaborate works when assisting with wedding attire.

“You certainly have an eye for clarity and cut,” Zhongli said, casting a careful eye over the wares. “It is difficult to find some of these stones without occlusions, and well-versed alchemists have yet to perfect a means by which to purify non-elemental stones.”

“I would rather sell a quality piece that is beloved than have several pieces that reflected a poorer standard. Is there anything in particular that catches your eye?”

Jewelry and clothes were sometimes worlds apart in their crafts but she was so enthralled, she hadn’t noticed Zhongli turn his attention to her. One comb in particular housed a sea of tiny dark amethyst flowers, surrounding a larger bloom, delicate filigree reminding her of the dead stone at her side. Beads towards the ends of the comb, clear and polished, gave the impression of sweet flower petals, awaiting bloom.

“May I?” Karina asked, fingers hovering over the hair comb, before the vendor nodded.

Gingerly, she plucked it from its velvet padding and examined it. Looking felt frivolous but Zhongli was patient next to her. She had nothing to wear that really went with it. The comb was lightweight and could be wrapped and tucked away easily. She could sell it again if she was in immediate need of mora.

“That one suits you,” Zhongli murmured.

“It’s beautiful but I don’t often find myself in a situation warranting such things,” she replied. “It would be wasted at work.”

Before she could explain further, gentle fingers took the comb from her and brushed against her hair. The prongs were nestled into the locks behind her ear, above the hastily assembled arrangement she wore to the shop.

Zhongli briefly turned to the vendor. “How much, sir?”

“You don’t have to–” Karina protested softly and grabbed his forearm as he went to reach for his mora.

Didn’t he understand that she was more than happy with his company alone? Not to mention, she had her own salary, too. A dark thought of how she didn’t need an Archon’s favor or his money slashed across her mind but she squashed it quickly. Irrelevant.

Amber eyes fell on her again and the look of adoration on his face was too much to bear.

“I know. I would like to.”

Karina felt her face grow warm as she remembered his words the other night. Friendship and affection.

Affection.

She let go of his arm, her hand sliding to her side, almost limp. Affection took different forms. Friends doted on each other. It didn’t have to mean…

The sale was settled (granted, not without haggling) and they continued on their way to the wharf. Karina unconsciously reached up and touched the pin, still perfectly in place.

“I apologize if I overstepped,” Zhongli said as they neared the waterfront. They stopped only when they neared the end of the pier where ships were brought in for repair. “I very much enjoy seeing you smile and you seemed so enraptured. Mora is of no consequence, not when something causes your face to light up or reminds me of you.”

Karina waved a hand and shook her head. This wasn’t a night for another long conversation. She didn’t have the wherewithal to tear herself open further. Perhaps some things truly were exactly what they seemed but when she learned to examine everything, to keep vigilant even when off-duty…it was hard to turn it off.

“Without you, I would have put it back and let my rational side win out. I do like it. I’ll find something to pair it with, I’m sure.”

“Would you wear it tomorrow?”

Karina’s brows dipped in confusion as she tore her gaze from the distant islands and looked up at him.

Zhongli reached over and gently brushed his fingers over the hairpiece before he clarified, “Regardless of its compatibility with your wardrobe. Tomorrow’s Rite is…one to be remembered and it would mean a great deal to me.”

And there he went again, blurring the line even further. One second, he separated himself from his Godhood and the next, he was speaking to her as more than just Zhongli. Her mind understood the difference; her heart did not. Her heart wanted to burst from her chest and tear her asunder in its yearning for the figure before her despite her frustration for the Archons and all they stood for.

The longing won out and Karina swallowed before she nodded in agreement.

“I’ll probably still be compelled to match it,” she warned, allowing herself to approach the edge of the thin precipice they seemed to always walk together. “But yes, I’ll wear it.”

Her heart only knew the price of pulling away the final veil between them, all but lifted.

She could not bring herself to tear it away.

Not without more than lip service to emotions she was still trying to understand.

Not yet.

#verse: of blood and sparks #genshin impact oc #genshin impact original character #fanfiction #fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin oc #OC: Karina Alexandre

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