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chichirid · 8 months

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goddess madoka magica layouts!

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artist is tsubaki_ (tatajd)

#headers #layouts #twitter layouts #icons #anime layouts #matching layouts #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #mahou shoujo #mahou shoujo madoka magica #pmmm madoka #madomagi #madoka layouts #magical girl #pink #divider #yellow #orchid-layouts

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ask-orchidthemew · 5 months

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Europa, Ganymede, and Io are open for asks!

ASK: Honestly Pali, don't waste your time on that dick. He doesn't deserve to be a part of your life if all he'll do is treat you like trash.

PALI: I agree. Obviously going our separate ways was working. I'll be sure to return to the status quo... right after I find out where he's going. And maybe beat some answers out of him. Dialga, why is he going all the way out here? Oh, he stopped?

AEON: Hello, wildcat. We take it everything has been running smoothly on your end?

ORCHID: Ugh, more or less. Found something that could lead me to my lost memories. Went through hell to get it, though..

PALI: Is he... is he talking to someone!? Oh Dialga has he actually gone mad?

AEON: Be wary, it is dangerous to fixate on the past too often. Let's see what you've brought us today.

[Orchid used RE:integrate]

PALI: Wha... is... is that a RIFT!?

AEON: We're surprised we haven't already found something like this. Where did you find it?

ORCHID: Some old mew temple. I don't even wanna get into the shitshow that turned out to be.

AEON: We see. Then this should be no issue to collapse.

[AEON used ?????. It was super effective!]

PALI: What the bloody hell? Did Orchid just open and collapse a rift?? Since when could he do that?

AEON: Thank you for bringing this to us, wildcat, but it seems that we both should take our leave. Seems that you're not alone.

[AEON has fled]

ORCHID: SHIT! I've been followed!

[EUROPA used Fling. EUROPA flung her light orb!]

ORCHID: GRAAAAAAAH!!!

[ORCHID is paralyzed! It can't move!]

EUROPA: SEE! I TOLD YOU GUYS!!

PALI: -thinking- Oh no, that voice...

EUROPA: I TOLD U SMTH WAS WEIRD ABT THEM!!

GANYMEDE: Yes yes, you've told us many, many times. Despite how poorly you've described it.

EUROPA: Um, how abt a thank u Eura??? U literally never wouldve found them w/out me??? Theyve been givin suuuper off vibes ever since I saw them! And BAM! They just made a rift!

IO: mmm... but did you like... need to paralyze them...? seems kinda... um... cruel... i guess...?

EUROPA: Wut was I sposed 2 do? They woulda ran if I confronted them!

IO: yeah... i guess youre right. their soul is... like... super janked up and stuff... never seen nothin like it before...

GANYMEDE: I agree. Perhaps it's best if we take it to Mother. She should know how to sort this out.

EUROPA: Fine. But Im takin the credit 4 this 1.

[EUROPA, GANYMEDE, and IO cast a Transplanar Mirror Warp spell. EUROPA, GANYMEDE, and IO have fled]

PALI: Arceus... they're going to take him to mum. -inhale- Nope. Not my problem. He got himself into this mess, he can get himself out.

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riicekyuu · 6 months

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🦋 -- life is a f͟a͟i͟r͟y͟t͟a͟l͟e͟ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜'𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ☆

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allschoolscollege · 1 year

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Orchids International School, Mahalakshmi Layout

Orchids International School, Mahalakshmipuram Layout in Bangalore, International School , know Admission Procedure, Facilities, Reviews and Contact information at Allschoolscolleges.com Read More:

#Orchids International School #Mahalakshmipuram Layout #Mahalakshmipuram Layout in Bangalore

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villain-apolog1st · 10 months

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Satisfied (David Rossi x BAUAgent!Reader) Pt. 1/2

Summary: the tension building between you and Rossi becomes hard to ignore when he invites the team over for dinner

Tags: mentions of breakup, reader is in denial of feelings (but not for long 😼), flirting, unspecified age gap, so much tension that it’s basically edging at this point, also i made assumptions about the layout of his house ok, (fem!reader)

Translations: buonasera (good evening), bella (beautiful)

A/N: sorry I split this one into two parts just because it was getting so long <3 also please note I try to write the reader as neutral as possible, since it’s something I appreciate in fics as a woc myself. that being said, please point out to me if you ever feel that language I use in a fic is not as neutral as it could be in terms of skin colour, body type, etc.

Read Part Two

Maybe it was because you and your boyfriend of the past few years had just broken up, but it felt as though the energy between you and Rossi had been different as of late.

To be fair, you’d always found yourself drawn to the famed agent; not because of his reputation, but because you genuinely enjoyed being around him. Rossi was great at pushing you to be the best you could be and to think outside the box. He also had a knack for knowing exactly how you were feeling at a given time, often being the source of reassurance when you were down.

And all of these things still stood, but lately it was becoming more difficult than usual to keep your feelings for him strictly professional. At times, it felt as though you and Rossi were communicating things without words.

There would be instances where you could feel his eyes on you from across the room, without even looking at him. Other times, you’d be looking over details of a case together and he would somehow find a way to have a hand on you, whether it be on your shoulder or on the small or your back.

Even Emily had noticed the shift. She said as much when the two of you were out for lunch a few weeks ago.

“Hey what’s up between you and Rossi? Is that finally happening?”

You looked up at the brunette in alarm. “What? What do you mean?”

Emily gave you a look, telling you she was seeing right through you. “Look, I don’t know exactly what it is, but what I do know is that he seemed particularly interested that day when you were telling me about your breakup.”

At your incredulous look, she went on. “He was pretending to read a file in his hands 6ft behind you but it was obvious he was eavesdropping, Y/N.”

Emily smirked. “Deny all you want Y/N, but I see you fighting that smile.”

Despite all this, you still tried to push your feelings aside. He was a senior agent and you were technically the newest of the team, having been on it for about two years now. And who’s to say he wasn’t like this for the other team members? Maybe he just had a habit of taking people under his wing. It didn’t mean anything.

So, this was what you told yourself when Rossi’s eyes stayed on yours for a beat too long as he invited everyone over for dinner. It was what you told yourself when he said ‘see you tonight’ as he passed by your desk on his way out earlier today. And it was what you kept telling yourself when you reached Rossi’s house and rang the doorbell, stomach filled with butterflies.

It seemed like you were the first to arrive, as the other team members’ cars were nowhere to be seen. The door opened, and Rossi smiled when he saw you. “Buonasera, Y/N.” He greeted, ushering you in.

You were welcomed by the scent of the agent’s famous cooking, your mouth already watering. You could hear the soft sound of Italian music coming from what you presumed to be the dining room, making you smile to yourself. The man knew how to create ambiance.

“Is that a gift for me?” Rossi asked, turning to where you stood in the foyer.

You looked down at the cream coloured orchid plant you held in your hands, having momentarily forgotten it. “Oh! Yes. A housewarming present, since it is my first time here.” You handed the pot to the amused agent. “Your house is lovely by the way.”

“How nice, thank you.” He smiled softly, holding the plant up so he could admire the flowers. “If I’m remembering right, Ancient Greeks believed orchids to be symbols of virility, love, and passion.” At this, his eyes met yours, and you could feel your cheeks warming.

“Interesting,” you smiled, hoping it wasn’t obvious that you knew that already. A smirk played about Rossi’s lips as he placed your gift on the table in the foyer, just as a timer in the kitchen rang out. “Excuse me a second, Y/N. Make yourself at home, please.” He said over his shoulder as he walked over to the kitchen.

You began unbuttoning your coat as you walked to the dining room, shrugging it off and leaving you in the simple black dress you wore. You hung the coat behind a chair before noticing some pictures that were hung up on the wall opposite to you.

You walked over to study them closer. There was a black and white one of two people you assumed to be Rossi’s parents. His father had the same rich dark hair and build but his eyes and smile were clearly those of his mother.

Another photo was of a younger version of him standing with a team of people, probably from when he helped found the BAU. The one next to it was of him and Hotch, likely taken after solving a case.

You heard Rossi’s footsteps approaching and turned to see him holding two glasses of wine. He paused a few steps away, and you watched as his eyes roamed over your figure in a way that made your skin burn. “Look at you,” he said, almost to himself.

You smiled, grabbing a glass from his outstretched hand. “I like the photos you have up here.” You said, looking back at the framed pictures as he stood next to you.

“Arguably from my better days,” Rossi chuckled. You turned back to face him at this admission, surprised.

“Really? I would beg to differ,” you quipped, watching him as you took a sip of wine. Rossi’s gaze flickered down to your lips as you licked them.

“Would you now?” If you weren’t mistaken, there seemed to be a hint of suggestion in the older agent’s voice. You registered just then how close you two were standing.

Before you could come up with an intelligible response, the doorbell rang. Rossi gave you a knowing smile before leaving to answer it.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Taking a large gulp of wine, you entered the kitchen just as Rossi and Emily did.

Emily raised a brow once she saw you, a devilish grin on her face that went unseen by Rossi. “And here I thought I was early.” She seemed delighted by your flushed appearance and the death glare you shot her way.

The rest of the team arrived fairly soon after that: Hotch, Reid, JJ, Morgan, and lastly, Penelope. Rossi served his famous lasagna for dinner, followed by tiramisu for dessert. It was clear he was proud of what he made and he revelled in the team’s praise.

Derek clutched his stomach after the meal. “Rossi, man. I think I’m gonna be in a coma after this.”

“I second that,” JJ laughed.

The team moved over to the living space, settling on the couches as they chatted away. You noticed Rossi carrying some dishes to the kitchen and decided to stay in the dining room and help clear the plates from the table.

A hand came to rest on the small of your back while you stacked the plates, startling you before you realized it was Rossi. He leaned in close to your ear. “What did you think of the food, bella? I’d like your personal review.”

You turned around to face him, now positioned in such a way that his hand rested on your hip while you leaned against the table. “And why is that?” You asked, smirking up at him.

“No reason,” he said, though his tone wasn’t convincing. “Just tell me.”

You giggled, leaning back slightly against your hands as they gripped the table. “It was delicious, Dave, really. You’re an amazing cook.”

Rossi seemed pleased with your answer. “And were you…satisfied?” This time you were sure he was alluding to something else.

You felt your throat go dry. He tilted his head as he studied your face and you felt the hand on your hip tighten its grip almost imperceptibly. “Well?”

Maybe it was the wine and the brimming tension of the evening that made you respond the way you did. “Almost.”

If you hadn’t been watching Rossi’s eyes intently, you would have missed it, but you swore you saw them darken. “Is that so,” he said lowly, his lips hovering near yours. You felt your your skin warm under his gaze, your face inching towards his.

“Hey Rossi, Y/N,” Derek called, startling the both of you into springing apart. “Quit cleaning and get over here. We’re playing poker.”

Your heart raced as you were abruptly reminded of the team sitting a few feet away. Thankfully, the two of you were obscured by a wall between the dining and living areas.

Rossi let out a deep sigh, expressing your mutual disappointment at being interrupted. He gave your hip a meaningful squeeze before heading over to where the rest of the team sat, with you trailing behind him.

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moonlight-farm · 8 months

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Mod List

Alternative Textures Mods

Animal Scarecrows Animated

Animated Scarecrow Critters

Aster and Nari's Japanese Wallpaper and Flooring

Aster's Chests and Minifridges as Japanese-ish Bamboo Baskets

AT Fence Pack by Kaya

Aster's Big Furniture Pack for Alternative Textures

Aster's Painting Display Signs

Elegant Craftables

Equine Explosion - Horse Retextures

Flipping Flamingos

Frog Decorations

Gwen's Craftables for Alternative Textures

Hanging Flower Baskets

IdaIda's Furniture Recolor

IdaIda's Craftables

Magical Furniture

Medieval Buildings for Alternative Textures

Midori's Camping Set

MSaturn Floaties - Alternative Textures for Crab Pots

Mushroom Paths

Nano's Garden Style Craftables

Nano's Retro Style Furniture

Nyang Cat Scarecrows

Out-and-About Storage

Rosy Picket Fences

Shyzie's Rugs

Suitcase Record Player

Wall Basket Retexture

Warm Cozy Fireplace

West Elm Furniture by Atlas

Windmill Sprinkler

Custom Furniture Mods

Catmao Picnic Furniture

Gedian's Swing

Oriental Rugs and Tatami Set

Ornamental Garden Furniture

SinceWayLastMay's Orchid Pack

Who_M_Furniture - Happy New Year

Xiaoyang's White Flower Wedding Furniture

Yellog's Furniture

Content Patcher Mods

A Wittily Named Recolor

Arcades into Consoles

Cometkins Better... Mods

Cottagecore Fences

Everlasting Flowers

Fall Leaves

Farm Animal Facelift

Fresher Food

Global Warming - Mountain River with Water

Gopher Dig Spot

Grass for Summit

Gwen's Paths

Hat Mouse and Friends

Hippo's Cliffside Falls Farm

Industrial Furniture Set

Industrial Kitchen and Interior

Medieval DNT

Medieval Fish Well

Mi's and Magimatica Country Furniture

Movie Posters

No More Stumps in Town

Oasis Greenhouse

Owlie's Better Lilypads

Plantable Palm Trees

PPJA More Trees Retextured

Ran's Farm Decor

Redesigned Shed Layout

Rustic Country Town Interiors

Rustic Country Walls and Floors

Rustic Traveling Cart

Seasonal Garden Farmhouse V2 (Unofficial Update)

Secret Garden Frog Terrarium

Secret Woods Totoro

Simple Foliage

Simple Special Orders Board Retexture

Slime Hutch into Greenhouse

Solarium (Rooftop Spa House)

StarAmys Random Furniture Reskin

Trinkets

Visible Fish

Void Cat

Way Back Pelican Town

Zyr's Multipurpose Shed

DGA Mods

Animated Koinobori

Better Gemstones and Minerals Animated

Flower Power Furniture

Junimo and Bird Animation Lamp

Kedi's Pets Furniture

Koi Ponds and Tide Pools

Minakie's Custom Furniture

RoseDryad's Fairydew Decorations

StarAmy's Fairytale Furniture

StarAmy's Wild Greenhouse Furniture

Tenthousandcats' Firefly Lamps

JA Mods

Aquatic Plants

Cute Sweets and Desserts

Korea Blossom

Lumisteria Flowers and Crops

Neo's Succulent Farm

PPJA - More Trees

Quaint Living - Flower Garden

Succulents

Solid Foundations Mods

Shyzie's String Lights

Wildflour's Witchy Gardening Sheds

#stardew valley #stardew valley mods #sdv #sdv mods #stardew valley modding #sdv modding #stardew valley aesthetics #sdv aesthetics

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siph0nomy · 1 month

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oh man I haven’t posted writing in awhile . here’s some Trav and Sob stuff because reading their dialogue makes me giggle. Featuring vague oc stuff

“Cockroach,” Sob hissed out, trails of smoke pouring from his jaw. “Where have you found yourself now?” A sigh came from the other side of the line, and Sob assumed they likely didn’t know either. The traveler decided not to exit the elevator, out of fear that the twisting vines would reach for them if they dared step on the floor. The skeleton hissed again, “Ah, this floor. I’m surprised it’s still intact. Worry not, flowers won’t tear you apart.”

The traveler didn’t trust his words, (Sob was unsure if he even trusted his own) yet took a gentle step on the stems. Nothing happened aside from a little pain from untrimmed thorns, but it wasn’t unbearable. They took this opportunity to explore the layout, and upon enough mindless walking found that this entire floor—head to toe—was covered in flora. Vines, stems, petals… Traveler could hear Sob shiver and mutter, which sounded like quiet chattering of bone. Many questions came to mind, but they decided on one:

> “What happened to Ik?”

“As if I know. These… things seem to be messing with inn. Anything near this floor can’t communicate in or out.”

> “Then how are you talking to me?”

Sob grunted. “That’s none of your concern.” Click, and he hung up. Continuing their exploration, they found that this level is completely devoid of life. Or, perhaps unlife? There are no guests here, but plants are considered living things, so suppose it is inhabited by something.

Ah, now it clicked. There’s life. Roses and orchids blooming from the ceiling, and in a strange way it pulsed. Water and “sunlight” (from the lights implanted into the ceiling) kept them breathing. It was rather poetic, and also a little creepy.

“I can’t believe that they could keep this filth alive for so long.”

> “They?”

He always seemed annoyed answering their questions. “You’re not alone. What, you think these things could live by themselves? My concern is where this guest has gone…”

The thought of someone else wandering these halls made them shiver. They’ve encountered enough guests, and they’ve all made their point that they’re not friendly. They halted in their tracks when they heard a chittering-like noise in one of the rooms. Sob hummed, “Cockroach, find them for me. I need to speak with them.”

They had nothing else to do.

#starfused pen | literature #the upturned #the upturned traveler #the upturned sobbergritch #I did not reread this nor have a beta reader #so if there are mistakes you can gently whack me with a newspaper or something #wrote this all in one sitting!!

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riding-with-the-wild-hunt · 1 year

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They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.

-JRR Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, “Lothlórien”

[ID: An edit consisting of four posters in shades of pale grey and white with some brown accents. Each poster has a semi-translucent white frame.

1: JoAni Johnson, a model with long silver hair and brown skin. She is wearing a black top and looking ahead with a stern but neutral expression and one hand on her hip. Brown and white script text in the center reads “celeborn” in all caps, framed by a burst of brown and white lines at the upper left / 2: A collection of white and grey flowers, mainly orchids and roses. White text distributed in the corners of the image read “lord of the golden wood” / 3: White leaves in the shape of fans against a white backdrop. Each leaf is accented slightly with brown near the stem. Text in the same layout as Image 2 reads “husband to the lady galadriel” / 3: JoAni Johnson, this time looking straight ahead with her hair hanging forward over her shoulders. Same text as Image 1 /End ID]

#edits with the wild hunt #brought to you by me #celeborn #elves elves elves #the professor’s world #lotr #the silmarillion #silmedit #tolkienedit #lotredit #fandomaesnet #oneringnet #tolkiensource #mepoc #posters #elvensource #described #fantasycreatorsnet

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lunarsands · 6 months

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ESMP S1 Fanfic: A Garden's Path - Prologue

Characters: Mythical Sausage, Scott Smajor, Bubbles the Dog, Sir Carlos, appearances by the cast of Empires SMP S1 including Xornoth, featuring blaze-hybrid emperor TangoTek, and introducing: The Children of Mythland (specific characters to be tagged when they appear in each chapter)

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor, LDShadowlady/Smallishbeans, Shubble/Katherine Elizabeth, Jimmy Solidarity & TangoTek

Tags: Empires SMP S1 AU, scosage, adoption, fluff, wholesome, so much wholesome fluff you would not believe, a bit of angst here and there, Sausage has a few nightmares for Plot reasons, acknowledgement of amputation (not sure how else to tag that but just in case)

WARNINGS: fantasy racism (human vs elf), loss of parent (with adoption inevitably comes orphans), minor character death in a later chapter

Summary: Having weathered a new set of trials and finding love together, Sausage and Scott look toward a whole new future and adventure together: raising some adopted children. Surely after everything else they can handle two sons, a daughter, two or three others, a foundling infant…and a handful more along the way.

Set in an AU where Scott’s sacrifice at the end of Season 1 led to the creation of an alternate timeline. Scott retains his memories of the previous version of the world – as does Sausage, due to his ability to traverse parallel dimensions.

(Also available on Ao3!)

Prologue: The Aftermath

[ A/N: This is a sequel to an illustrated story by Cynthrey! :D Since I will be avoiding some of the spoilers for that story, we’ve decided to run them concurrently. You can read The Champion of Exor AU for information on things like: Why is this scosage? What is Tango doing here? Why does Sausage have a prosthetic arm? Now also available on Ao3!]

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It had seemed like just another of Sausage’s exaggerated theatrics when, during a Wither Rose Alliance meeting, he bemoaned being unable to properly hug anyone with only one arm. Gem and fWhip had expected a different turn to the conversation when the wizard had asked how he had been adjusting after returning to some of his kingly duties. He certainly seemed like his old self, gesticulating as he talked, although now it involved waving his left arm around and merely lifting what remained of the upper half of his right, the sleeve of his shirt neatly rolled and pinned above where his elbow would have been.

The loss of one arm hadn’t slowed Sausage down for long, aside from the initial few months of recovery. Gem’s healing spells along with some holistic elven care had him back on his feet and in full architect form soon enough. With Scott’s help, they had rebuilt the parts of Mythland that had suffered from Sausage’s own actions. This included renovations around the castle, where walls were either removed or relocated to allow for open spaces, in particular a grand garden that featured some of the new orchid varieties Sausage had promised to bring to Mythland, and artful layouts by Scott’s hand of many other flowers and decorative hedges. The combination brought some natural healing, as well, to bodies and minds.

fWhip sat back in his chair as he watched Sausage while he went on about construction difficulties. The inventor clasped his ginger-bearded chin with one hand while beginning to tap on the papers in front of him with the other. He could remember just how Sausage’s right arm would look similarly flailing around with animated speech. fWhip abruptly flipped over a piece of paper and began sketching out a rough blueprint. The movement of the quill caught Gem’s eye and she glanced over at the drawing talking shape. Her eyebrows went up, then she smiled but refrained from offering more than a quiet and intrigued, “Ooh…” to not distract fWhip. He was in The Zone though, tuning out Sausage, and even grabbed Gem’s papers to have extras to scribble more details.

Gem now made sure to throw comments at Sausage to keep him distracted after she saw fWhip write a note of ‘deadline: wedding surprise’ with a big question mark. “You can do it,” she said, which could have been taken as directed at either of them. Sausage, of course, assumed she was talking to him and he proceeded to rattle off several reasons for why he probably could not and should not be doing any extensive cave explorations just for some emerald ore, because how would he manage both a pickaxe and a shield, unless he tried strapping a shield to his upper arm, but anyway how would he switch over to a sword fast enough if there were any monsters and also he was still retraining how to sword fight with his left hand instead of his right – and so on.

When the meeting ended, Gem had thought to offer any help fWhip might need with the project, but he was off and not-literally-running, pouring over the papers as he walked with only a hastily spoken, “Mm-hm, mm-hm, see you next time.” He stopped to lean on a barrel to make another notation, then tucked the papers inside his jacket to protect them as he stepped into the bubble elevator.

They’d had to replace ladders in various places since those were a little difficult for Sausage to use at the moment, but if fWhip’s plan worked, that would only be temporary.

~*~

Although the prosthetic had a solid copper casing in the shape of an arm proportional to Sausage’s left one, the prototype was still simple and more of a rush job than fWhip would have liked, but the deadline seemed to come up faster than expected, and the salmon forge wasn’t predictable enough for such precise work. As it stood, he nearly made Sausage late for his own wedding, but he had to insist they take the time to get it working so he could not only properly hug Scott, but properly hold his hand while exchanging rings.

That thought convinced Sausage to hold still despite glances toward the clock while fWhip cinched up the metal rig that went over his shoulder to hold the prosthetic in place against the stump of his right arm, then connected a series of redstone wires between the two parts. Sausage flinched at the small jolt as the redstone fired up, but then wonder dawned on his face when he was able to slowly straighten the arm and bend the fingers partway.

fWhip did warn him to think of it as a simple tool and not a full replacement; the range of movement was severely limited and wouldn’t hold much weight, and there wasn’t enough grip strength in the fingers to pick things up, but it would serve the purpose needed for that day. Sausage thanked him for even that much ability, and after fWhip helped him get his single-sleeved dress shirt and similarly modified ceremonial doublet on, he covered the prosthetic with his cloak and they hurried out to the garden for the ceremony.

Scott, waiting with everyone else, wore exquisite traditional elven wedding robes, a circlet made of gleaming ice crystals with a short veil attached atop his head, and clearly looked like he had been worried that Sausage had gotten cold feet. Instead, he saw the grin on his groom’s face that gave away that he was up to something and Scott couldn’t help a smile of his own, wondering if that giddy expression was for more than just the fact that their wedding was even happening. The elf’s own look of surprise, then of joy, when Sausage lifted the arm from under his cloak to cup his substitute hand underneath Scott’s hand, then slip the wedding ring on, was worth the minor discomfort of the not-quite-perfected redstone signals.

And then, once pronounced man and husband, Sausage carefully put both arms around Scott to hug him the way he had longed to since the moment he had woken up after the battle and found that his love was shared.

The redstone wiring failed partway through the reception, causing need for an impromptu sling to hold the prosthetic up until fWhip could remove the rig later, but Sausage didn’t mind. It had worked for just the right amount of time that it needed to, and anything else he could do fine with just his left hand – or with Scott’s help.

There were a few more designs that fWhip tried out after that, with variations on how the redstone wiring read signals and how the assortment of gears moved. Ever the adventurous type – and maybe just eager to have two working hands again, because what was a builder with only one arm – as well as possibly an unhealthy amount of pain tolerance, Sausage made for a good test subject. He put up with the occasional shorts in the wiring that left the prosthetic hanging useless, weathered the zaps if the power distribution was off, and let fWhip tinker without being picky about how the arm looked.

During the final test of getting conscious signals from Sausage to transfer to the prosthetic, fWhip resorted to a different sort of experiment with Gem’s help that involved embedding a transmitter inside a magic crystal that was attuned to the Mythlandian’s personal magical frequency, creating a small device that fit over Sausage’s ear and could be hidden behind it. This linked up with a matching crystal inside the prosthetic, and greatly increased Sausage’s control over the parts of the arm.

From there fWhip refined the inner workings. Smaller gears, a new type of copper wiring, some of the same old redstone technology, and then a series of overlapping struts on the outside to form the shape of flexor, radialis, bicep, triceps, and other assorted muscles but retaining superior functionality. He added a few aesthetic details as well, like invoking the vambrace he used to wear on his forearm that contained a second attuned gemstone for a backup.

The rig also no longer needed to go over his shoulder, with a basket-like inner structure that fit snug against what remained of his arm and the outer struts still forming a muscle-shaped support over it. An extra, simple strap was attached to the basket that could be tightened just in case, making it easier to remove for sleep or if it was irritating him for any reason. Sausage would wear a fabric cuff to cover the end of his stump for a little padding and protection for the scarred skin, the cuff itself buttoned on one side to also offer easy removal. He could choose to either drape a partial shirt sleeve over the top half of his upper arm or do away with sleeves on that side of his shirts altogether; the only drawback to the new design being that fabric could easily get caught in the struts if left sitting against them while he was using it. fWhip offered to test out full cover casings for temporary use in future versions, but Sausage still preferred functionality over appearance.

The real test came when attempting to pick up and carry boxes of supplies and materials, and how well the prosthetic held up while actually building. Of course, fWhip also cautioned against letting too much dust or small debris get into the arm, so Sausage was still limited on that front anyway, but getting to do at least a little of his favorite hobby was an improvement, and now he had Scott to help him – and to remind him when to take a break, or keep track of how much dust was getting kicked up. Still, even just drawing up architectural designs and taking measurements was easier with two hands.

fWhip was, however, resigned to knowing that part of the regular maintenance on the prosthetic would be cleaning the internal mechanisms. Although, to look at it another way, it served just as much of a learning experience for him to see what other types of improvements he could make to protect and perfect the internal parts even more.

~*~

With such a wedding as auspicious as a king marrying an elven prince, it was inevitable that there would be other parties of a more public nature, with the nobles of Mythland wishing to congratulate their ruler, and envoys from Rivendell visiting to honor their prince now become a king regnant. Things generally went smoothly, so on one occasion Scott and Sausage separated to mingle with crowds of their respective fellows to thank them.

Scott ended up accepting a gift from the Rivendell merchant’s guild of bottles of spiced cider, the best of each’s stock, and shared one with them over some idle chatter about recent Rivendell affairs until one of them made the casual comment, “Say, good move securing yourself a kingdom.”

Scott was about to question what they were implying but another of the merchants cut in with a laugh, “Ah, yes – why else a human then, hmm? What a quaint dalliance.”

A third asked, “He only has, what, fifty years left in him? Any lucky elf in mind for when that day comes?”

Scott forced his expression to be neutral then twirled his finger in the air. He froze their drinks, then caused frost to form over their hands so they were stuck to their goblets. He tossed what was left of his drink into the face of the first offender, then he spun around with his chin held high and walked away.

Meanwhile, Sausage had been chatting with some nobles from the far side of Mythland, and after showing off the latest version of his prosthetic, was fielding reports on the land holdings plus a little trouble with zombie hordes, which he promised to look into.

One of the men kept eyeing any of the elven guests who meandered nearby, then finally spoke his mind. “So, an elf became your choice? I can’t blame you. They have such… unusual color hair. Such pretty things…”

His tone made Sausage feel cautious that this was some type of judgment. “Well, there’s plenty of other things, just like you and me. Fighting skills, magic talent—”

“I suppose,” the man droned on as if dismissing those details, “They’re not all as delicate as they look. Say, are the ears like handles for when he’s—”

Upon the word ears, Sausage could guess where it was going and began to draw back his right arm. He then cold clocked the man right in the face before he could finish the sentence, buckling a few struts and popping a redstone wire somewhere in his prosthetic. The hand went limp and he had to lower the arm by pushing on it with his left hand, but he only glared as the offender’s fellow noble tried to help him, walking him away from the enraged Mythland king.

Sausage turned away as well and stormed off through the staring crowd, whispered gossip following in his wake about what the noble could possibly have said to make their king react like that. He found a quiet spot with fewer people and started to inspect his arm. Aside from the struts making up the back of the hand and one by the wrist, he figured whatever wire had broken was key to letting him control the hand. He could only move the elbow partway so he forced it into a folded position, then removed his ceremonial cape and hung it over the arm to make it look like he was merely holding the cape as one normally would when feeling warm.

He figured that would suffice to ward off comments until he could contact fWhip to fix it. He should probably ask the inventor about reinforcing it so he could use it for such occasions without breaking it. He did feel a little foolish, however, that he had used it instead of his left fist, but the anger had struck pretty quickly, and his right side had been in a better position to hit first…

Well, what was done was done. He wasn’t about to allow such crude comments, and now people knew it. He turned back toward the crowd – in time to see Scott stalking by looking upset. He reached for the elf’s arm to stop him. “Hey – are you all right?”

Startled, Scott looked over at him, having not noticed he was there, then promptly hugged him and explained what the merchants had said. “It’s just so… callous of them to think I only married you because I wouldn’t become ruler of Rivendell, and that I would just… wait out your time…”

“Well, you… shouldn’t have to be alone after I go,” Sausage said softly. “It’s just a fact I’ll pass first. And I wouldn’t do anything like mess with magic to extend my lifespan, that would be crazy, eh-heh…”

Scott gave an earnest but gentle smile. “You’ve already thought about that, haven’t you?”

“Ah— haha. Yup,” Sausage admitted. “I won’t though. I know it won’t end well. We have the time together that we have.” He clasped Scott’s hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss to his knuckles.

Scott then hugged him again, only to realize there was something odd when Sausage returned the hug with only his left arm. The elf stepped back and looked down questioningly at how the prosthetic, hidden by the cape, was positioned. Sausage cleared his throat and slid the cape back to show the damage to his hand. “I, um, needed to defend your honor. The condescension runs on both sides.”

Scott sighed and helped arrange the cape back over the hand. “And we thought demons were the worst of our problems…”

“I know. Turns out it’s really other people. Come on, we’ll stick together for the rest of the night.”

“I like that plan.” Scott smiled, then paused and removed his own cape, draping it over the prosthetic as well. “Look how nice my husband is, carrying that for me.” He kissed Sausage on the cheek, earning a grin, then they rejoined the crowd.

It was sometime later when they were approached by the nobleman whom Sausage had punched, a sizeable bruise marring his face. “I expect an apology!” the man hissed. He flicked his gaze toward Scott and began to sneer.

“No,” Sausage said calmly, then yelled, “Guards! Escort this—” He spoke a word in Elvish “—out of here!”

Scott feigned a horrified gasp. “Sausage! Don’t call him that!” He had to suppress a smile until the man was hauled away, then he burst out laughing.

“What?” Sausage asked. “Was my accent that bad?”

“You called him a tree branch.”

“Oh. Well. Close enough.”

The rest of the event passed without incident, and soon enough the celebrations tapered off. With life getting back to normal and quiet, peaceful days ahead of them, Sausage turned his thoughts toward the future and the other possibilities that might await there.

~*~

One night, as Scott was helping him remove his prosthetic to get ready for bed, he decided it might be time to share some of his thoughts. He felt a little nervous, however, but instead of fidgeting just tried to lay still when Scott lifted it away from the protective cuff that covered the remaining part of his upper arm, the flicker of combined magic and redstone signals tapering off from his awareness. With the utmost care Scott placed it in its fabric-lined case where it wouldn’t be accidentally knocked over if either of them got up during the night.

Sausage sat up and leaned to reach and catch the elf’s hand before he could move around to the other side of the bed. “Can I… Can I ask you something?” Yet then, hesitating, he let go of Scott’s hand.

Curious about his tone, Scott sat down on the side of the bed. “You can, although it seems like you’re not sure if you want to. Everything okay?”

“Yes, I was just, um -- Well, I’ve been wondering… What, uh, what do you think about having… children?”

“Aside from the obvious issue with that?” Scott uttered a light laugh, but seeing Sausage’s face flush a little, he rested his hand over his. “Honestly? I hadn’t thought about it much before. Between the old world and this one, I always had other things on my mind.” He went quiet as he gave it some thought now, gently caressing Sausage’s arm in apology for seeming to tease him. “I guess… I mean we could… start considering adoption. Did you have something specific in mind? One, or maybe two – son, daughter, other?”

“Doesn’t particularly matter, just, ah— whoever we find that will accept us as we are, too. I mean, I don’t know how a child might feel about a father with only one arm.” Sausage looked at him sheepishly. “I would ask fWhip to reinforce the other one so I can pick them up and carry them around and stuff. Well, if they happen to be small enough for that. I guess age doesn’t matter too much, either.”

“Probably not an infant, though. We’re not equipped for handling anyone that young, and it might be easier to adjust our lives around an older child – you know, one who would know to be careful about your arm. There is one other consideration,” he added softly, a single possible repercussion coming to mind. “…Human, or elf?”

Sausage glanced down for a moment, understanding the implication, then smiled when he lifted his head. “Doesn’t matter. Whichever we find.”

Scott smiled in return and patted Sausage’s leg, then stood to dim the lanterns before going to his side of the bed. He had just gotten settled when more thoughts started occurring to him. “What would they call us? We can’t both be ‘dad’.”

“Dad and… ice-dad,” Sausage joked.

“No.” Scott pretended to act offended.

“I’m kidding! I called my father ‘papa’ when I was little. I’d be okay being that.”

“I’ll be ‘dad’ then.” He went quiet for a minute, weighing his next thought before saying out loud, “Should we tell them who we are right away? ‘Hi, we’re the rulers of Mythland, do you want to become royalty?’”

“That could be intimidating, or influence a match that doesn’t work out, depending on the people who run the place.”

“Right… It could be a surprise, maybe?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Then Sausage frowned sadly even though Scott couldn’t see it in the dark. “We won’t tell them the truth about my arm. That stays in the past. We’ll…make something up if anyone asks. Or just say that we don’t talk about what happened to Papa’s arm.”

Scott sought between them for Sausage’s left hand and gave it a squeeze. “All right.” He let a silent moment of that comfort pass, then said, “I’ll go to Rivendell in a day or so and find out what options there might be.”

“Sounds good. Maybe I’ll change some rooms around while you’re there.”

“Okay.”

They fell back into silence, if not sleep, with Sausage feeling grateful that Scott had been open to the suggestion, and Scott now realizing how much more of a future was available to them. His mind went to comments made by other elves about Sausage’s shorter lifespan. The idea of children meant their marriage, and the future of Mythland, could outlast them both…

~*~

Xornoth attempted to stare at his younger brother as if he wasn’t crazy, but darn if it wasn’t difficult not to. “You would like me to what?”

“Just to help me vet a few locations, if you will? I don’t know how appropriate it would be for a former prince of Rivendell to start touring every orphanage in the realm with his human husband…”

Xornoth chuckled. “Oh, but it’s appropriate for the current ruler to do it?”

“Well, I didn’t mean for you to go in person—”

“I understand your concerns but, Scott, why don’t you?”

“What?”

“Just go! Take Sausage with you and go meet some kids! Don’t worry so much about criteria, I’m sure any place will be overjoyed to know there will be dedicated parents looking after some young ones! Remember, I’ve seen you two together and the hearts are flying between you all the time now.”

The tips of Scott’s ears burned and he stared back at him as if he had never in the world expected him to say something like that.

Xornoth went and pretty much read his brother’s mind. “What? Did you think I would discourage you? You with your former inability to control elemental powers and him being a former demon? You’ve both gotten second chances and the world is wide open. You deserve a family of your own, too, if that’s what you want.”

“Maybe let’s not mention that second part ever again. Can I trust you to not bring that up? Our one rule is going to be we don’t talk about what happened to Papa’s arm.”

“ ‘Papa’? Oh, that’s adorable.” Xornoth laughed. Scott folded his arms, indicating he was serious. “Of course, I promise – I would no sooner tell about that than I would how I was once a demon, too.” He winked, but at those words Scott knew the secret was safe. Xornoth then began chuckling again. “Wouldn’t want to make Papa sad by reminding him about his arm, no… Ha! All right,” he said as Scott elbowed him, “Let’s get out a map and find you a town or two where you might not be easily recognized.”

Coming Next: Chapter One – The First Princes

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shuttershocky · 1 year

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How do you deal with Big Adam in GT-HX-2?

Alright so when fighting Big Adam in this stage, there's two important things to note:

This guy's ATK is insanely high. he hits for 2700 damage, which is incredibly high even for modern Arknights (most other bosses don't hit nearly this hard) and all the melee deployable tiles in the stage are eroded tiles that half the DEF of units standing on top of them.

This means that trying to block this dude is a fool's errand. It's completely impossible for new players, and difficult still even for advanced players with strong melee units without just bursting his whole HP bar before he lands a hit.

So, don't play his game. If he makes blocking impossible, make his route around the map agonizingly slow instead.

Here's a mostly ranged layout for dealing with this stage. Early on you can use melee units to block enemies while setting up your ranged defenses, but once Big Adam starts moving you need to be ready to kill this guy with only ranged units.

Red is where you can put your snipers. Have at least one Marksman like Kroos on the left side to deal with drones, but other sniper classes work for the other two red arrows.

Blue is where you put your Decel-Binder supporter, like Orchid. You can have even more if you want, but with enough damage just Orchid by herself will be sufficient. You want to slow down Big Adam as he walks through the stage, buying you more time to hit him.

Purple is your Arts DPS. The one on the ranged tile in the left of the map is your best caster, the one on the melee tile is an additional one in case you have a Lord Guard that deals arts damage, such as Midnight, Arene, or Lappland. These guys will deal the majority of the damage to Big Adam, as Big Adam's DEF is very high (1000), but his RES is only 30, making Arts damage the ideal solution for dealing with him.

The Green arrow is a medic, in case the drones start harassing your Caster and Supporter. You need that duo alive to kill Big Adam, so be sure to defend them with the leftmost sniper and a medic!

Here's an example clear I do where I only use units below or at the recommended level (E1L55) and only use 4 stars and lower. I even mess up a bit and let Plume die and activate Midnight's skill late, but it still works out just fine.

Let me know if you have more questions!

#Arknights

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chichirid · 5 months

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kafka x himeko layouts!

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note: i know i just edited kafhime... but... theyre too cute ok

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tnt-tourney · 11 months

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putting in some propaganda for my favourite transgenders since the submissions got extended to sunday!! GUYS PLEASE SUBMIT THE CHARACTERS FROM CLUE/CLUEDO I’M BEGGING!! Here’s some silly facts about them!!

- There are 8 main characters across the series (Green, Mustard, Plum, Boddy/Black, Orchid, Scarlett, White, Peacock) and of them, everyone but Miss Scarlett has had a gender neutral title affixed to their name at least once!

- As player characters, they’re meant to represent you, and so are all simultaneously gendered AND genderless?? Let’s go transgenderism!!

- Mustard (who is SO masc in English versions) has been translated as a woman in several international versions!!

- In the Clue Mysteries books (by Diana Peterfreund), Plum and Peacock are exes that are described as a short, pretty boy with thick lashes, an intimate knowledge of the girls dorm layout, and only female friends… and an “amazonian” girl with severe height dysphoria who (transphobia tw) gets her placing in a tennis tournament questioned purely because the other girls don’t like her. THAT’S A T4T COUPLE WDYM??? HOW IS THIS NOT CANON??? Trans :)

- Look at any version of Miss Scarlett. Transfem swag.

That is all thank you <3333

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cainhowlett · 11 months

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Working on the layout for one of the next woodblocks. I’m a messy draftsmen, but I clean it up when I carve. Dedicated to the Ghost Orchid, Cephalanthera austiniae. Between worlds

#nature #art #california #mendocino #sonoma #bay area #ink #printmaking #illustration #mokuhanga #woodblock print #botany #flowers #orchids #Cephalanthera #entomology #beetles #curculionidae #elateridae

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lovesengoku · 2 years

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— CKR TEAM (BLACK PEARL COOKIE, CAPTAIN CAVIAR COOKIE, CHILI PEPPER COOKIE, CLOVER COOKIE AND MOON RABBIT COOKIE) pink ‘scene’ tumblr layouts ! reblog + credit to use

req by : @internal-orchids !!

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allschoolscollege · 1 year

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Orchids International School, Mahalakshmi Layout

Orchids International School, Mahalakshmipuram Layout in Bangalore, International School, know Admission Procedure, Facilities, Reviews, and Contact information at Allschoolscolleges.com Read More:

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