Tumgik
#pincushion's opinions
cameoappearance · 2 years
Text
People who hate playing against Bastion so much that they want harm to come to the character in the Overwatch storyline or for it to be removed from the game, but also hate playing as or with snipers, especially Hanzo, like... that's its counter. Maybe if you weren't overhunting the natural predators of Bastions you would have fewer problems with Bastions coming into your backyard and eating your lunch.
Also, anyone who thinks Bastions are the sole example of a DPS character getting pocketed by a damage-boosting Mercy and a shield tank, turning the opposing team into a fine red mist whenever they approach head-on and seemingly impossible to put down for longer than five seconds, has apparently never had this done to them by a team damage-boosting their Junkrat. That's not one character being uniquely broken, the real broken and overpowered tactic is the power of teamwork.
24 notes · View notes
datesinredink · 6 days
Note
Yan turtles (rottmnt) with an m/c that’s allergic to reptiles/turtles? Idk I just think it would be funny (not Donnie trying to get m/c into getting injections to help the allergy-)
ANON I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BCIRBIFUNUIEH
Super duper sorry i ended up procrastinating really hard and i guess god took issue with that because he struck me down with multiple QAs and a Feelings crisis but the tests are over and I finally managed to sit down and finish Raph's part- seriously i struggled with him and mikey a lot but i guess it was kinda worth it in the end because Raph has an entire 110 more words to his part than the other three- hopefully it makes up for my lack of knowledge of his character. Enjoy!
Donnie
“My inspiration for this device was simplicity-”
Yeah you’re getting a hazmat suit until your allergies either magically disappear or he figures out some other solution
You’ll probably have to do a lot of tests, including possibly a blood draw but I’m no medical expert- since I headcanon Leo to be the medic he’ll probably end up helping too
After he finally puts the pieces together, he’ll start working with Leo to engineer a medicine to help suppress your allergic reaction, and maybe even be able to get rid of it entirely
Also anon you’re very right, you may be subjected to becoming the human pincushion of allergy shots while he figures it out. It’s safe. No it won’t kill you. Yes he made sure. Just, uh, maybe don’t ask your best friend their opinion on needles for a while….
In the meantime, he completely hates the current situation. He finally meets someone that he’s (mostly) fine with touching him, and they CAN’T TOUCH HIM without a HAZMAT SUIT. Just the worst. Awful times.
Normally, he’d have you around almost always, but, unfortunately, that’s currently not ideal.
Starts trying to keep things extra clean around the lair for you. Also everything that can be sanitized is sanitized. Good luck in the cleanliness prison after you get kidnapped later on.
The best about keeping distance, since he already wasn't super touchy before this whole situation. While he might tap you on the arm or something once or twice, it's nothing serious and you won't have a problem with him on that front.
Going back to the hazmat suit real quick, while it does do its job well, it's definitely not the most comfortable thing to wear, and you'll probably end up getting too hot pretty quick, so chances are you won't willingly be wearing it all too often. Donnie may occasionally force you to wear it, but otherwise you (usually) just... don't have to.
Leo
He’s the one who finds out you’re allergic. It was an accident he SWEARS. He only wanted to give you a pat on the arm when April first introduced you to them! How could he have known you’d get hives where he touched you?
At least he knows how to treat it. He managed to guide April through treating it, after which he sulked while rereading some Jupiter Jim comics.
Has a personal grudge against your immune system for daring to make you allergic to him. How dare your cells get mad about him.
When Donnie tells him that he might have “a fix, bro”, Leo jumps at the opportunity- oh thank god, he can finally hug you!
…Doesn’t mean he’s not super bad at focusing on actually working on it. Don’t worry, he’ll fix it eventually, just have a little patience.
Honestly, this is your chance to BOOK IT away from them, because none of them are as clingy as they will be after your allergies are cured/suppressed, which gives you more time to leave New York before things go from bad to worse.
Anyway, Leo’s about as clingy as he can be without physically clinging onto you for hours on end. Constantly hanging around you, like a ghost haunting their killer, except you’re not the one who kills people.
He might end up using your allergy to try and manipulate you away from his brothers. Mikey keeps forgetting to keep distance, Donnie’s suffocating and makes you wear a hazmat suit, and Raph almost treats you like a sopping wet cat that he has to take care of, so why not just stay with him? 
As much as he likes to criticize Mikey for forgetting, sometimes, particularly early on, he gets a little too close, and your allergies flare up, and while he does genuinely feel kinda bad, he will exaggerate his remorse for sympathy from you. He genuinely does try and apologize for it later, and he probably portals you two somewhere nice and gets you a couple of trinkets you like or find useful.
Mikey
Absolutely heartbroken!
His love is allergic to him! This is awful!
2nd most panicked when they first find out. Is their new friend ok? Did they mess up?
If you have a low tolerance for pain/allergic reaction symptoms and cry a little he probably will too. High empathy, man…
He’s really understanding after everything’s resolved and they figure out you’re allergic to them. He tries his best to keep a fair amount of distance between you and him, but he tends to naturally be physically affectionate, so there may be a slight adjustment period. He really doesn’t mean harm though.
He occasionally tries to bring you something from the mystic city that he thinks would be safe- a small figurine, maybe a sketchbook if you also like doing art, if he manages to bargain for/steal a piece of jewelry, he’ll also give that to you.
As I mentioned before, Mikey’s pretty big on physical touch, but since that’s off limits (for now) he’ll try to show you affection in any other way he can think of
Mostly quality time. He likes to take you with him when he explores through the sewers/city to spraypaint a couple of blank walls, and he’ll probably get you to try it too, and regardless of your skill level he’ll tell you it’s great
After Donnie and Leo finish making the cure, Mikey squeezes the LIFE out of you- he doesn’t mean to practically strangle you, but he’s fairly strong and he got excited, so he does feel a little bad afterwards.
Will decorate the hazmat suit Donnie gave you if you let him. He'll put stickers on it that match his and draw fun patterns that may or may not relate to him in some way. Maybe the spots he has, or the face on his knee pads. It's pretty endearing, even if his brothers may occasionally glare at him. In Mikey's opinion, if they're really that jealous, they should add something themselves.
Raph
And the award for most paranoid goes to….
Ok but really, he’s the most overbearing about it. This probably isn’t a surprise, but it’s still something I've gotta mention.
You don’t really have to worry about Donnie making you wear the hazmat suit- he gets it, not a fun sensory experience- other than a couple stand-out occasions, but you will have to convince Raph fairly often that you’ll be fine without it.
To be fair, it’s partially because he also forgets not to touch you sometimes, and while he’s better about it than Mikey and most of the time Leo, he’s also self-aware and protective enough that he’d rather be safe than sorry.
If you’re having an allergic reaction, he’ll either get Leo/Donnie/April to help you, or go find the hazmat suit Donnie made him a while ago when Splinter got sick and then help you himself
There’s a chance he might not do great though, as he’s not always the best under pressure and tends to panic when the people he loves are hurt or in some sort of extreme situation, especially when it comes to you (seriously, he treats you like a porcelain doll), but you can be reassured that he’ll do his absolute best to make you safe and comfortable.
Feels terrible after, pampers you a lot after the ordeal. Every time, not just the first few.
If he wasn’t the one who caused it, then he’s definitely pissed at whichever of his brothers made your allergies flare up. He won’t kill them, and he won’t lose it and drop kick them into tomorrow (yet. If they ever intentionally trigger your allergies he might snap some bones) but there will be a noticeable irritation and tension for at least the next few weeks between him and them.
He’s super excited after Donnie and Leo finish the allergy shots! I personally headcanon him to be the second touchiest of the brothers (Mikey being the most touchy, of course) so there’ll be a lot more casual touch between you two after. Hugs, headpats, you get the idea. If you try to tell him to stop, he’ll be very upset, though doing his best to understand, he will try to respect your wishes.. Before going right back to it after a week tops. Sometimes he genuinely does forget, after all, he does have a fair amount on his plate, but sometimes he does intentionally wait until he thinks he can get away with it again before jumping right back to how things were before. He’ll vehemently deny it, but no matter what happens, you’ll likely never really get him to stop for an extended period of time.
65 notes · View notes
n3onwraith · 22 days
Text
Tumblr media
I forgot to post that I drew Needles! You can't tell, I haven't made the HC doodles comprehensive yet, but hisbneedles hide under his skin and eject when needed, like those spike traps but millions of needles!
I'm gonna put all my HCs below the cut just to spare yall
He's def a natural redhead to me, but bleached it a lot before becoming an avatar
Technically, this would only be his human disguise thing. Full eldritch is reserved for attacking ppl and defense, which is rarer than attacking people, and in that form he's all lanky with all his needles out all the time like a fucked up longhorse and pincushion had a baby and it got possessed
He just has no sense of pain most of the time, at least related to intrinsic issues. Getting stabbed or shot hurts, but when his bones constantly break as Eldritch Needles or when his limbs fall off (like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas) he doesn't feel all the pain, just a tinge or a pinch
Can remove his needles from his skin, but their 'slot' stays open until he puts them back or replaces them (like shark teeth, he grows them but can also swap them out for found ones) and he uses that to sew himself back together as needed
Lots of piercings, most home-done. Really only his lobe and one of three cartilage rings is professional, he did the rest as an angsty teen for fun
Was turned as a late teen/in his early twenties, and therefore his disguise stays looking that age because that's the only way he really remembers who he is and what he looked like. Eldritch Needles is just a fucked up skinsuit really, a puppet for what he needs to do, and Needles himself can't remember or guess what he would look like by now (bones, probably, with his luck, but he was taken as an avatar/eldritch in the 90s/early 2000s so realistically only around 40-50 or so)
Got in a ton of accidents as a kid, always was and always is banged up somehow
Flashes his needles and puffs up on instinct when things piss him off, has to stop himself from doing it around people
A gifted kid for the institute who ended up being neglected outside of schoolwork and what he could do (projection?)
Glitters in the sunlight even with the needles put away. Its just bcs he's got so much metal in him and the sunlight catches the slots weird enough to glint briefly
The jacket reacts the same way his hair and needles do, like an external organ, but it's only due to it being part of his avatar influence shit and its not actually a part of him. It goes dormant when removed or unwanted
Like a hedgehog hair-wise, it's harmless and like regular hair until it's Needle Time (TM)
Easily offended/angered, as seen in the 911 call, and likes to fuck with people. I'd guess older sibling if he had any, but the kind where you matured too fast and then slowed your roll so late you were the immature one (projecting)
Likes to be colorful but in a dull way. Washed out colors just suit him better in his opinion and let him express himself without drawing attention to himself and the fact he's not quite human anymore
Gap teeth <3 Wanted to get braces as a teen but didn't, still pissed about it because now he can't and it doesn't matter since hes not human anymore anyways. slowly learning to like the gap when his angel fangs don't get stuck in em
Didn't draw it but he has snake bites too, just rarely wears them. It's either angel fangs or snake bites but never both because they tend to snag for him
A parallel of both Nikola and Michael, kind of. He's got little bits that Norris, Chester and Augustus would recognize if they ever met him, like his speech pattern and penchant for never giving straight answers, but he's got his own thing going on more than the parallels ever could be.
Rip off Cheshire Cat. Alice in Wonderland, the animated one, was his favorite movie growing up for the colors, and when he got older for the story
55 notes · View notes
strawberry-soot · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🦁LEONA BIRTHDAY SSR FLOWER ANALYSIS* 🦁*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
*Mandatory reminder that I’m no flower specialist, which means these are all very subjective opinions. Take everything with a grain of salt!
Before I can talk about Leona’s flowers I quickly want to give a bit of a deeper look into the colors of his bouquet and how they affect its meaning – with the reading of yellow flowers ranging from friendship, joy, and hope in Europe and America to honoring the dead in Mexico and Egypt to sacredness in China to representing royalty in and around India. Generally speaking, in Asia the meaning of wealth, royalty, hope and disappointment, abundance, and jealousy, are most likely what the cards’ artist was going for so keep that in mind while reading this!
In the Victorian Language of Flowers yellow roses were symbols of jealousy and greed – which is also true for their Japanese and Korean meaning, though in traditional Mexican culture they more commonly symbolize remembrance. By gifting someone yellow roses one would show a decrease in love, or subtly tell the recipient to “try to care more”, though nowadays they stand for friendship, happiness, joy, innocence, and appreciation, and are typically sent during birthdays, promotions and graduations. However, they could also be an apology for previous wrongdoings.
The more orange flower I believe to be a gaillardia or blanket flowers, which on one hand are associated with charm, abundance, aristocracy, and modesty, or on the other hand, with joy, optimism, and happiness. Because of their ability to thrive in all conditions, they stand for resilience and strength, courage, fearlessness, and even were a symbol of bravery and hope in the Victorian Language of Flowers.
While hibiscus flowers are associated with positivity and joy thanks to their vibrant colors, they’re also symbols of wealth, generosity, hospitality, and the upper class. They’re reminders to live in the moment and to seize opportunities as they come. In Chinese culture they’re gifted to represent how short lived the beauty of glory or fame is since they have a relatively short vase life.
Gerbera Daisies, or African Daisies, typically represent either beauty, or a happy life. They symbolize friendship and happiness, but mostly are gifted to someone recovering from an illness, or to cheer someone up. In Japan they stand for ultimate beauty, hope, and a way forward (often with a romantic connotation). Notably, in ancient Egypt they stood for a closeness to nature and devotion to the sun.
Zinnias are associated with endurance, remembrance, and thoughts of absent friends/friends you haven’t seen in a while. They bloom even in draughts or when plagued by bugs so they’re the perfect gift for someone with a strong mind.
Since crocuses are early blooming flowers they symbolize new beginnings and rebirth, though they’re also linked to wealth, power, and divinity. In Asia and the Middle East they stand for hope and a prosperous future.
The yellow flower with the thin leaves is a pincushion flower or protea which represents transformation, diversity, and courage. In the Victorian Language of Flowers they stand for unfortunate love, and in hanakotoba (the Japanese Language of Flowers) they mean “I have lost all.”
Finally, the dark purple/red flower in his bouquet is a cymbidium orchid. It stands for morality and virtue, as well as beauty, strength and opulence. Being gifted such a flower is an honor since they’re difficult to grow and care for. They hold a reputation of being luxurious, and are a symbol of power, respect, and admiration – in the Victorian Language of Flowers one of supreme luxury and wealth. They also convey a feeling of strength, absolute power, or authority.
Naturally, these are only my un-educated guesses considering I’m by no means a flower specialist so take everything with a grain of salt, and feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong/what flowers I might’ve missed.
102 notes · View notes
boonbeenblade · 4 months
Text
Bring the Smoke - Chapter 4 (Finale)
A willing volunteer doesn't happen every day.
Chapter 4: And I Shall Follow It with Fire - ImpulseSV - Sometimes a hole in a heart is shaped like a sword.
A Secret Life Session 7 fanfic. Read it here on AO3.
The tasks fall into their hands, and Gem and the Scotts move away from each other. The familiar ritual - trust only goes so far. Impulse’s book feels lighter than usual. Like it’s hollow, somehow, even though he can see the pages are very real. They practically crumble at the edges as he opens it, seeing a single page. His secret task is to pretend to be the Boogeyman.  His eyes lock on the last word, feeling his heart rate pick up as memories flash through his mind. The Boogeyman?  And then they track back, and read the rest of words. Impulse must pretend to be the Boogeyman. No intention of doing damage. Has to get accused of being the Boogeyman by 3 different people? That’s a lot; trying to do anything with other people 3 times is a lot, let alone something so…specific. There’s not even a Boogeyman this season, so it’s not going to be on anyone’s mind- A deep breath. He reminds himself not to form an opinion untested; maybe it’ll be easier than he thinks.
Gem says they should probably stay away from her for a bit, in a voice that brooks no argument. Scott asks him for some diamonds, and offers him anything in return. He tosses them over, and asks for a bucket of lava, and they laugh about easy tasks to complete. Impulse hopes he’s in that boat too.
Impulse forms an opinion very quickly. This task sucks. Impulse is a drummer, not an actor. He already knows people on the server are loathe to call people out - Lizzie learned that the hard way, and Grian manipulated it to his advantage once. So he has to be pretty damn obvious about attacking people. But he can’t actually hit them. Except they don’t know that. So every time Impulse ‘drops’ his lava bucket, or runs after someone with a sword in his hand and a threat on his lips, they react according to the belief that he’s really trying to kill them. Which is to try to kill him back. Every person he runs into takes a chunk out of him; Pearl, Joel, Tango - and Scar is the worst of them. Impulse doesn’t know what’s gotten into him this season, but he’s got a hair-trigger and a hawk’s eye, and Impulse feels like a pincushion. Even when he’s not in Scar’s eyeline anymore, the man’s still taking potshots at him. Impulse feels like he’s two breaths away from the end, and this task is too dangerous and long to be refilling his strength anytime soon. And to add insult to injury, one of his lava spills slipped out in the Secret Keeper’s boundaries, found a crack in the dirt, and took the whole bucket’s worth away. Scott went to all the work to get it for him, and now it’s gone, and he can feel his wounds piling up, and- Impulse sighs. Maybe a break is what he needs. Get away from everyone, catch his breath, and redo his enchantments. The zombie spawner isn’t far, and actually getting to hit and kill something sounds really good right now.
It rolls across the server, a message that everyone hears. A death. Bdubs has died, to a zombie. Again. Impulse’s mind flashes back to the chaos of last week’s games of chicken, and Scar ‘playfully’ pushing Bdubs into the water stream. For all the ways Impulse feels about Bdubs - and there are layers upon layers of ways he feels about Bdubs - right now, one of them is sorry for him. He stabs the next round of zombies in the spawner a little harder, for Bdubs.
Refreshed, with new enchants and fresh lava, Impulse heads back towards the Mounds under the cover of night. Sure, Pearl caught him trying to trap her house before - but maybe she’ll get annoyed enough to actually call him out directly this time? He doesn’t find Pearl. He finds Bdubs and Gem instead, standing close and whispering. As a joke, he ‘spills’ his lava across the grass below them - clumsy Impulse! Bdubs laughs, but there’s an edge to it - and his eyes flicker to Gem. His sword lifts. Like he’s asking her for something. Like it’s the End Army forming all over again, and he’s deferring to his General. Gem stares at Impulse, who picks up his lava, and shakes her head. Bdubs looks almost disappointed as he lowers his sword, and yet almost relieved. Impulse can feel his heart beating in his ears. The look in Bdubs’ eyes sends him flashing back, further and further, and Impulse turns walks away before his face can give away the rush of fear that came over him. Fear, and a realization. Bdubs…hesitated. He’s not the type to - not if what Impulse saw in those eyes was real, and he knows what he saw. Bdubs wears the Curse of the Boogeyman like a second skin, ready to turn on anyone for the slightest reason.  And Gem’s eyes were the same. It’s both of them, somehow. Like it was… Spreading.
In what feels like a blink, Impulse is chasing Tango, because he’s the most likely to shout “Boogey” on accident, and Impulse would count that at this point. And Cleo and Etho are chasing Impulse, because he waved a bucket of lava too close to Etho. (In hindsight, they were the worst choice of targets; completely unmoved by a threat, except to defend themselves thoroughly. And each other.)  He doesn’t even notice when Gem and Bdubs show up behind him - also after Tango, who apparently has Bdubs’ horse? It’s a big mess. Through noise and shouting and confusion, and Tango getting away, Bdubs cannot stop staring at Impulse. Impulse catches him staring, and stares back.
A bond lingers in the air between them, broken and then forcibly reforged and left to rot. Like a broken leg that was never set and didn’t heal quite right. Sediment layers of affection and pain, of forgiveness unsought and ungiven. Impulse has never stopped loving Bdubs. Nothing that Bdubs has done was ever too much, even if it seemed that way for a time - his resentment in the soulmate world was that it was forced, not that it was Bdubs. Impulse just…doesn’t know how to forgive. He finds no dissonance in being unable to forgive a man he loves; he’s held the pettiest grudges against Skizzleman for decades, and he’d die for the man in a heartbeat. (Impulse would die for Bdubs, too. Again.) Impulse doesn’t forgive, and Bdubs can’t seem to forget. Impulse always brought him a clock at the beginning of a new season, joking about not making the same mistake twice, and yanking the memory of Bdubs’ betrayal back to the front of everything. Bdubs always kept it, and carried it openly, like he was showing off the memory of his original sin. A scarlet letter of Bdubs’ own, in the shape of stolen time. Except this time, he didn’t.  It hits him in a beat of silence. Impulse didn’t give Bdubs a clock this season. Through all the tasks that’ve been bringing them together, over and over, it never crossed his mind. It never seemed necessary; he trusted Bdubs. With all the secrets everyone was keeping, without even the cover of an alliance, Impulse trusts Bdubs. Impulse feels something in himself reaching towards Bdubs, offering with just his eyes. Like every time he’d offered a clock as insurance and reminder of the betrayal - yet this time, the hand in his mind’s eye is empty. Impulse has a feeling of something reach back, fingertips just barely brushing in the chaos around them. And for a moment, a trick of the air between them seems to shiver, like a rope of nothing tied between them made real for just a moment. No clock. An empty hand. Peace?
Trying to sneak back into Pearl’s house a third time goes as well as the first two, and he’s shooed away with a berry bush. Impulse stumbles out of the Mounder’s gate, Pearl watching to make sure he’s actually left her house, and locks his eyes onto Gem and Bdubs standing just past the entrance. Their voices are pitched low, but not to whispers, and the talk of horses is clear. He turns to leave down the path.  Stops as Gem says, “We just need like one more person, and then we’ll be - it’ll be awesome.” One more person. One more person. Gem, and Bdubs, and… Impulse turns back, coming up just in front of Bdubs, and speaks, with a confidence he didn’t know he felt. “I volunteer as tribute!”
The conversation between the two dies. They blink at Impulse, and Bdubs looks as confused as he sounds. “To be a horse?” Impulse shakes his head, stifling a laugh, and steps closer. “You said you needed one more person!” His smile isn’t forced. Everything is fitting. The answer to his problems has appeared in front of him, and Impulse is relieved. Gem shakes her head. “Trust me, you don’t…” She trails off, her eye catching onto Impulse’s directly. “You don’t want…I mean.” His smile widens. Her eyes narrow. “No…” Impulse can tell she gets it. He knows. He knows, and he wants in. He nods again.
Impulse knows what they are. The pieces are all falling into place; Gem telling him and Scott to avoid her, Bdubs dying, them falling into step with each other, hunting Tango, the bloodlust in both of their eyes… He’s tired. Being a false Boogeyman is the worst thing he’s ever had to do. He’s standing on death’s door without a single accusation to his name. They would have to come for him, eventually. Impulse is tired of letting things just happen to him. He’s going to die on his own terms this time.
Bdubs finally tears his gaze away from Impulse, looking over at Gem. His voice is raspier than it had been a minute ago, heavy. “Does he want this smoke?” Gem tightens her jaw. “I don’t…I don’t think he wants this smoke-” “Bring it.” Impulse takes another step closer, his eyes hard even as they drift onto Bdubs. The man is shaking.  “…you want this smoke?” Bdubs’ breath is hitching. His eyes are growing wider. The light glinting off his tooth makes it look sharper. His hand is on his sword. Impulse lifts his chin, a challenge. “Bring it.”  He can see the scene replaying in his head, the memory that’s hung over the both of them. Bdubs doesn’t want to betray Impulse by hurting him. Not again. He can't. So it’s a good thing Impulse wants this. Wants Bdubs to do it. It’s the only method of granting forgiveness that he knows. Bdubs glances over at Gem. She doesn’t look away from Impulse. He doesn’t look away from Bdubs.
A beat.
Gem nods. The point of Bdubs’ sword flicks up to right underneath Impulse’s chin, shaving off half a hair. Impulse doesn’t even flinch. He knows if Bdubs wanted to swing to kill, it would be done. Bdubs is hesitating again. Bdubs’ white-knuckle grip shakes slightly, the point wavering. His words shake the same. “Are you saying you want… me, to bring the SMOKE?” He’s asking a third time. Rule of Three. Impulse is struck by a wave of inappropriate endearment to it - Bdubs wants to make absolutely sure he’s not messing things up with Impulse again. He wants to, wants to choose Impulse to join them, but he won’t make the choice for him. Too much is on the line for Bdubs. His whole world is Impulse’s pulse in his throat. It’s why giving Bdubs a clock never fixed anything - that wasn’t why things happened. Bdubs doesn’t choose his loyalty with a clock. He chooses it by blade, by blood, by letting you close enough to hurt you. Like a dog that knows it’s going to bite you someday, but can you forgive it when it does? Bdubs is a sword without hilt or guard, only the blade’s endless edge; to hold him is both pain and protection. Impulse is making the choice this time. He’s asking for this. He wants it. He needs it. The hunger is waiting in him, waiting to be let out. Everything that Bdubs is offering him right now is worth bleeding for. To reforge a broken sword it must be destroyed - melted down so it can be reshaped into something usable once more. A fresh start.
Impulse wraps his bare hand around the blade. Blood wells around it immediately, the diamond sharp as fire, and he can see the look in Gem’s and Bdubs’ eyes shift as the scent reaches them. He drags the sword down with ease - down, but not away. It lands right where his heart is, beating like a ticking clock bare inches of flesh away. Impulse leans forward, and the point digs into the vest until it begins to darken, until the pain digs in, and then more.  He’d rather be stabbed in the heart than in the back. He snarls, saying everything that’s impossible to put into words. This isn’t just permission, or forgiveness - this is Choosing. Choosing, and asking to be chosen, in the only language they can agree on. Bdubs’ eyes give away that he almost can’t believe it. That he would give Impulse anything. Impulse just wants one thing. 
“Bring the smoke, Bdubs.”
The look of feral joy in Bdubs’ grin is infectious. “Okay!”  He braces with a second hand on the sword, and Impulse feels the pressure increase just slightly. The scent of rust and poison fills him - a heady rush that he felt once before and couldn’t ever forget - and he could swear he hears music playing. In front of him no more is Bdubs. This is a Boogeyman, the original, come for him. Choosing him, and being chosen, and chewing through the leash that holds Impulse back from joining the fray. The final word is a whisper. “Okay.” Impulse hears, I love you.
The sword goes right through Impulse. To the hilt, minus Impulse’s hand still gripping it, pinned to his chest. The blade comes out the other side, bloody and tipped with a scrap of black fabric speared on the tip. Impulse can feel the sword’s edge cut into his heart with every beat around it. He smells his own blood pooling in the back of his throat. His world is fuzzed, yet the edges of everything is sharpened.  Impulse exhales. His blood tastes like freedom as it slips out of the corner of his mouth and spatters onto Bdubs’ face - a face at its prime. Bdubs looks beautiful like this, some cranny of Impulse’s mind thinks in these moments; victorious, unhinged, covered in someone else’s blood. Somewhere he can sense Gem, sense the hunger she loosed flowing around him. Impulse laughs a mad laugh, his voice rising in a joyful exultation - freedom. “Thank you!” Bdubs smiles, and Impulse sees something behind the madness in that moment, something he’s missed seeing for so long. It looks like home.  Bdubs yanks his sword back like breaking a breathless kiss, and Impulse’s world goes black before he hits the ground.
Impulse is Different when he awakens. It wraps around his head like a wire, pulling tight enough to drill into his skull, and it yanks him stumbling out of the cottage. Like a Calling. He stares out of the gate, feeling the pulse racing in his ears. He scents blood on the wind, and his pupils contract with a fierce need to spill it. It’s unmistakable. He is the Boogeyman. For real this time. No, not the Boogeyman. There is another feeling. One has become three. Behind his heartbeat is two more, just in sync (and how familiar the feeling of Bdubs’ heartbeat is, layered next to one that he somehow Knows is Gem’s pulse). He is a Boogeyman, and that is so much better than he could have hoped. The curse, the infection, the army - it grows.
Impulse meets them on the path, and wraps his arms around Bdubs in a crushing and familiar hug. He leans his face into Bdubs’ hair and takes a moment for himself to enjoy this - nothing unspoken getting between them. His lips move so carefully, Impulse doesn’t even know if Bdubs feels them. An answer he didn't have time to give before. I love you too. Gem throws something at him, and Impulse catches it, one arm still wrapped around Bdubs. It’s a book - her book. Her task was- Exactly what he thought. Boogeyman. Spread. Why she told him and Scott to stay away from her at the beginning. Impulse understands; the temptations of betrayal and bloodlust can be overwhelming the first time. He remembers. Oh, he remembers. Laughing to himself, Impulse tosses back his own book, finally letting Bdubs go. Let her see the irony of it all, and why he was so willing to throw himself onto Bdubs’ sword. The bloodlust of the Boogeyman is an addiction, and the Secret Keeper had dangled it in front of him like a steak hanging before a starving dog on a leash. Once you taste the real thing, nothing comes close. Why run around pretending to attack people who wouldn’t bother to call him out and would just actually defend themselves like he was a real threat? Why take more blows, make more enemies, in the name of missing every shot? Why deal with the rising stress and tightrope on his own - when he could take a leap of faith, and be caught, and be free?
Gem closes the book, nodding. She understands. She’s glad he’s here, following her command once more. Impulse salutes her with a cheesy grin. “Getting the old Ender Army back together, yeah? By your lead, Gemeral!…Get it? Like General, but Gem, you know?” Gem rolls her eyes. Bdubs just laughs. It’s a warm sound, like a roaring fire - a sound Impulse has missed so, so dearly, rumbling so deep Impulse can feel it shift the heartbeat they all now share.  Bdubs looks happy to see him, and there is a weight missing from those big eyes. There is no clock to weigh on them. There is nothing forcing them together. There is only the choice made - Impulse to reach out his hand, and Bdubs to take it. The ghost of the soulbond floats between them, cracks mended with blood and the curse itself. Healing, finally.  With General Gem - Gemeral - to lead them, they can hunt as a pack. As a unit. As friends, and more. Impulse and Bdubs lock eyes, and grin, twins. They finally, finally get to kill, together. 
26 notes · View notes
starswallowingsea · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I have been thinking about what types of notions and things the craft dorm (what I've been calling the Shu/Izumi/Kuro/Mao dorm) would have in their respective kits and ended up making some collages with my thoughts. In order it's Shu, Izumi, Kuro, and Mao. Longer explanation below the cut.
Shu:
Since he canonically makes lace I put all sorts of different lace making tools on his. In the english server it got translated as crochet and crochet lace can be absolutely gorgeous and it's pretty portable so it makes sense, hence the steel hooks. The other lace making tools are bobbins and a bobbin pillow and a tatting shuttle. While tatting is the "lesser" form of lace making compared to crochet and bobbins, it's by far the most portable as the thread is wound around the shuttle and to me Shu would probably do tatting on the plane to/from Japan and France. Also included for him are pretty generic sewing notions, your pins and pincushion, scissors, a needle and thread, t-pins, and beeswax. T-pins can be used to block the lace as well, and the beeswax is for hand sewing. Fun fact but if you run your thread over beeswax a few times before starting to sew it'll help strengthen your thread and prevent it from splitting! Shu also heavily prefers working with natural fibers over synthetic.
Izumi:
Guy absolutely uses DPNs (double pointed needles) for his knitting, at least when it comes to socks and hats. I believe in some of the examples of his knitting we've seen he has done cabling so a cable stitch holder is there as well, though I can imagine he does it without it too if it gets lost. He also has a ball winder and I wish I had thought to put a swift on here too but like Shu, he prefers to get natural fibers over synthetic and hand dyed wool is great but it comes in hanks which areeeeeee hard to work with so a swift and ball winder would be necessary for him. Also included are more t-pins, a blocking board, stitch markers, and yarn needles.
Kuro:
To me, Kuro is the type of guy to make scrap quilts with left over fabric from the outfits he makes for his friends (and also out of like old shirts his sister has grown out of), so he has a huge scrap fabric pile he's constantly thinking about what type of blocks to make them into. I feel like he'd also make his own appliques for these quilts and would use basting spray to hold those down, obviously. Also the type of guy who just carries spare buttons on him in case of an emergency. Also has a seam ripper, scissors (thread, fabric), a tailor's measuring tape, and a cutting board.
Mao:
I know he doesn't really craft but to me? He's a crocheter. He tried knitting once and failed very badly but crochet (in my opinion at least) is a lot easier to grasp for beginners and I think he made the dorm a few dish cloths at first but mostly makes amigurumis now of his favorite manga characters, as well as little toys for his friends, hence the safety eyes. Probably works more with synthetic fibers due to ease of accessibility and variety of colors, though he tries not to buy too much of the same color unless he knows what it'll be used for. Also has stuffing, yarn needles, stitch markers, and a little crochet hook carrying case.
General Notes:
There were some things I didn't think to add until after I had already finished all of these collages, and some things that were things I thought everyone would have. To start, Shu would obviously also have a blocking board for his lace blocking, and as mentioned earlier Izumi would have a swift. Shu probably also has a swift and ball winder or just borrows Izumi's when he buys anything heavier than thread for crochet (which isn't often so I'm leaning more towards borrowing). Kuro would also have a bar of beeswax for the same reason as Shu, as well as maybe a thimble? Though I suppose it depends on how much he cares about his fingers being callused from the needle. Shu has a thimble. I also think all four of them would have some sort of project bag, whether it's just an old backpack or something a bit more expensive, they all have something that allows them to take their crafts on the go.
Anyway that's all I had but please tell me your thoughts if you want :3
11 notes · View notes
houserosaire · 6 months
Text
Prompt #22: Fulsome
“I imagine it will do nicely.” Silvaineaux said.
“I pray you, Silvaineaux…” Felicienne said. “Do not be too fulsome with your praise.” Then she threw the seamstress’ pincushion at his head.
He caught it out of the air before he realized what it was, then looked from the small cushion to his sister in her white dress. She glowered at him over the seamstress’ head, but the seamstress, clearly used to such outbursts, simply held out her hand. Silvaineaux stepped cautiously over to set the pincushion back in it. 
“I didn’t think I was.” He said. 
“Oh, you weren’t.”  Felicienne said, starting to fold her arms and then stopping at the wordless hiss the seamstress offered. “‘I imagine it will do.’ Really?”
“What do you want me to say, Feli?”
“I don’t know. Do you like the dress?” 
“I don't know. It’s a dress. It seems to cover all the relevant bits. What does it matter if I like it?”
This time the seamstress snatched the pincushion out of the way before Felicienne could grab it. Felicienne sighed. “Does it look nice? Will I look nice?”
“I always think you look nice. What has the dress got to do with it?”
Felicienne’s amber eyes rolled skyward. “It is my wedding dress. I am supposed to look beautiful.” This time Silvaineaux noticed that her lips were trembling, just a little. “It was our mother’s but I’ve had to have it made over because I am taller than she was and I just want to know that I haven’t made a wreck of it.”
The seamstress sniffed as if she had some opinion on this topic but wisely held her tongue.
“It doesn’t look like a wreck.” Silvaineaux began and then felt much worse when a real tear slipped free of Felicienne’s lashes and slid over her cheek. “Feli, I…”
“And mother isn’t here to tell me what she thinks.” She whispered. 
“I am sure she would tell you that it’s not a wreck and that you look nice…” Silvaineaux began.
“Oh you…”
“What Silvaineaux is trying to say.”  Seraphin’s deep voice said from the doorway behind him. “Is that Gratien de Beauchene is running away with the true treasure of our House and you look every bit of it in that dress. And if for one moment he forgets it and makes you cry I will give him such a thrashing…”
Felicienne wiped her eyes and glared at Seraphin. “You started out really well.”
“Mother would have loved to see you in her dress.” Seraphin said. “You look beautiful.”
“Was that so hard, Silvaineaux?” Felicienne asked. 
Wisely, this time Silvaineaux held his tongue and bent to pick up the basket that had brought him into the room in the first place. “I brought you some white feathers.” He said, stepping close to offer them. “For your hair.”
Felicienne smiled and tugged him close enough to kiss his cheek so he knew he was forgiven. “Thank you.”
17 notes · View notes
princesssarisa · 7 months
Note
Character Ask: Little John (Disney)
Favorite thing about them: He's friendly, witty, funny, smart, brave, a good fighter and thief, a good musician, a faithful friend... there's virtually nothing to dislike about him.
Least favorite thing about them: Well, he's not Disney's most original character: in looks, voice, mannerisms, and even some recycled animation, he's basically Baloo from The Jungle Book with a dye job.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I like to sing and dance.
*I'm slightly overweight.
*I have brown hair.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I'm not an outlaw.
*I have no experience using a dagger or a bow and arrow.
*I'm female.
Favorite line:
"You know somethin', Robin? I was just wonderin', are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh? Our robbin' the rich to feed the poor."
When Robin responds to the above to say that they only "borrow a bit" from the rich:
"Borrow? Boy, are we in debt!"
To Prince John, after he stops him from executing Robin:
"Now, P.J., tell my pal to kiss Maid Marian, or I've just found a new pincushion."
And all the lyrics to "The Phony King of England."
brOTP: Robin Hood.
OTP: None. He's a happy bachelor.
nOTP: Maid Marian. She's Robin's lady.
Random headcanon: I'll borrow a "Wild Mass Guess" from TV Tropes: he's an ancestor of the TailSpin version of Baloo. It wouldn't make sense to connect him to the original Jungle Book Baloo: The Jungle Book takes place in a world where humans exist and where animals act like real animals apart from their ability to talk, while Robin Hood takes place in an anthropomorphic animal world with no humans. But a crossover with TailSpin can work.
Unpopular opinion: I don't mind that he's a Baloo knockoff. I unabashedly like him anyway.
Song I associate with them:
"The Phony King of England"
youtube
Favorite picture of them:
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
ja3hwa · 2 years
Text
Vulnerable | Bucky [18]
「Synopsis」 : The time frame of you being gone is widening. Can Bucky hold out for insanity to break his mind and can you survive the cold clutches of hydra?
「Word count」 :  1k
-> Genre: Action, Smut, Fluff, Angst,
Paring: Avenger!Bucky x Female!Reader
[Warnings] : Mentions of the part, Angst, Kidnapping, Bucky is very sad and trashes stuff. Let me know if I missed anything.
<- Previous | M.List | Next ->
Tumblr media
[REBLOG AND COMMENT FEEDBACK]
It's cold…Dark. The lamp that was normally set neatly on the side table next to your bed was broken, the body snapped in half. Most of your furniture was in two, littered throughout your room. Maybe Bucky took it too far, but he ran out of things to break that weren't to his knowledge, valuable. He had moved all your blankets into the lounge, on the floor in front of the large window that was left open. The same window that was what let the agents in. Their escape route to take you away…Away from him.
He stared at the ceiling, one of your t-shirts was tight in his hand. The smell of your perfume was the only thing bringing him comfort. But the bottle was smashed when they took you away so the only things he had that smelt of you were your old used shirts. They were now fading away of your scent…
Goosebumps rose on his skin, feeling the cold of the wind creeping into the room. He shivered shifting slightly along the mildly soft blanketed ground. 'Just close the damn window already' He thought, kicking himself over how childish he would be seeming to anyone else. He was lost without you, yet he only just got you back these past months. He hasn't thought of the risk, nor the feeling of losing you again. But it hit him in a catastrophic way.
"Buck…" A short whisper made Buck sit straight up, looking towards the entrance door. His blonde friend stood in worry, looking at how badly his best friend has become. "…Maybe it's time to leave this room. We are still looking, she will be found." Steve tried to reassure him but his mind had already won that argument. You were most likely if not definitely with hydra, and that means the worst or the worst would outcome.
"It's been two weeks Steve…TWO! Do you know how much they could have done to her by now?" Buck choked out, leaning against the broken couch, turning his back from Steve.
"We'll find her…" Steve moved deeper into the room, taking a cautious seat next to the soldier, not sitting too close but just enough to show Buck he has someone to talk to.
"Two weeks can feel like months, years even. Time slips away like that," He clicked his fingers. "We need to find her Steve…Before—HEY stop that, we will find her before anything bad can happen." Steven cuts him off trying to snap his thoughts away from the worst possible outcome. Bucky just let out a sigh in response, leaning further into the cushion of the couch.
"So how does the team feel…about her now." His voice sounded shaky, worry spilling over each word that falls from his tongue. It was Steve's turn to respond in a sigh, not knowing what to exactly tell him.
"We can't just kick her off the team for lying, she was scared. And like Steve said a couple of days ago. Buck wasn't lying either, he remembered her, but he didn't recognize her until she told him." Nat snapped back at the playboy.
"She was trying to protect herself. Being one of Hydra's pincushions isn't something you would really like to chat to strangers, let alone your teammates about…I should now." Wanda stepped in, giving her own opinion as well.
"I get it, I do. But what if Tony is right, she could be dangerous. Doing some tests on her is for the best." Clint sighed, sadly agreeing with Tony's plan to run some experiments on you once they found you and bring you back.
"So we are going to save her from endless torturing and experimentation and bring her back just to do the same. For all we know she's powerless, you saw the videos. Her wings got cut off for crying out loud, and from the rest of the shit we watched she only has basic fighting skills." Nat was furious, running her hands through his grown out orange and blonde hair. The team continued to argue, bickering about what to do with you. Tony was about to make his final statement when Steve walked into the meeting room, followed by a rugged, tired, and stressed looking Bucky.
"You are not touching her with anything." Was the only thing Bucky said to stop everyone in their tracks. "We are finding her, bringing her home safely and nothing else. She is not dangerous. We all spent months with her and yet you argue that she might not be able to control herself? She is strong and powerful but that's not the same as dangerous." He spits out, staring Tony down before also eyeing Clint. Bruce sighed breaking the silence typing away at the front desk keyboard, bringing up some blueprints of different buildings.
"It is possible she would be in one of these buildings as we managed to track her phone before most likely one of the agents tossed it." Bruce continues to press some keys, bringing up bird-eye views of streets near and around the buildings that are capable of travelling by car.
"We can use the concordance to find the last location and work from there which roads they could of possible taken." Tony cued into the conversation, zooming into the hologram to show a little glowing light that is indicating the location of your phone.
"Well, then. Let's go." Steve spoke before heading out immediately. The others follow suit, getting ready to go save you. Bucky jogged to his room, getting dressed, buckling straps in and latching buttons down. Knives were tight in the holders and leather clung to his skin. He was ready. Ready to get you. Ready for battle.
-
Masterlist
Navigation
Tag List : @calstielwinchester @boofy1998 @domainoflostsouls @koressecretidentity @ellezbby @matchat3a @fiveftofury @partyofone3413   @sebsgirl71479   @buckyismyhusbandsblog @deansapplepie @anosia01 @dilfjohhny
[DISCLAIMER!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED OR REMOVED FROM MY TAG LIST AND IF YOU HAVE BEEN CROSSED OUT IT MEANS I CANNOT TAG YOU. IF YOU DO NOT RESOLVE YOUR TAG IT WILL BE REMOVED WITHIN 48 HOURS]
[Please check your privacy settings in order for me to be able to tag you.]
60 notes · View notes
punk-pandame · 2 months
Note
ok for the violence asks, if u may <3
worst blorboficiation,
a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom (sasuke unless u want to talk about other/or more than one)
you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...
i have chosen violence
2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom UUGHHH this hard cause i only ship him with naruto and i see sns as a very switch-vers relationship... okay, i'll try. in the context of sns... - sasuke would never bottom because: he spent years in caves with a guy who wanted to steal his body. his brother violated his mind with the tsukuyomi. he's had his eyes surgically removed and replaced. he had a curse mark non-consensually bitten onto his neck. his likely first experience with penetration was haku turning his lil genin ass into a pincushion. i can't imagine sasuke would ever want to let someone inside him, in any sense of the word, after all that. being penetrated is a very vulnerable thing, most of those positions leave you with little control over what's happening. i don't think sasuke would appreciate that. he'd need the control that comes with topping. - sasuke would never top because: he's bottom-coded, truly. he's the yin, he's receptive to other's opinions, he was willing to at least feign interest in letting orochimaru take his body, he accepted the curse mark, he's often portrayed in the more feminine role when cast beside naruto, etc. etc. etc. also, remember how he plunged his hand through his best friend's chest that one time? remember how he spent years of his life becoming one of the strongest people on earth? i can easily imagine that having some kind of psychological effect on sasuke's sexuality. i can imagine him seeing his body as a weapon and not trusting himself to stay gentle in the heat of the moment. he can, obviously, but the amount of worries and concerns it comes with makes it unenjoyable. once he opens up a bit, he'd take to bottoming like a fish to water.
13. worst blorboficiation KAKASHI. i feel like people focus too hard on one aspect of his personality or another when he's got so much going on. he's actually so complex. yes he's the sopping wet puppy in a cardboard box but he also is an attack animal who will go fucking apeshit if you come for his pack members. he's got multiple overlapping traumas that get repeatedly hashed out in the text and at some times very few coping mechanisms. woobify him all you want but he's still a kage-level fighter long before he gets the title (that he didn't even want but still did a great job with!). they made him teach children. like you have SO MUCH to work with why are you only focusing on his stats or his teaching methods like 😩
19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like... orochimaru XD the dude's fucked seven ways to sunday but he's just such a compelling villain to me. i especially like to think of him pre-naruto, as a young adult still being broken by the world and by war and his toxic relationship with tsunade and solidifying into the creepy fuckin snake we see later. he's also genuinely one of the funniest characters in the show to me, especially if you consider what he's up to in boruto. which is fucking?? nothing?? lmfao like he's got a kid (or maybe a few) and tenzou babysits him and taka is there?? idk man it's hilarious tho.
4 notes · View notes
joongrami · 11 months
Note
hi! what was ur experience with getting your industrial pierced + the healing process + just everyday life w it? I'm strongly considering getting one after thinking abt it for months, but I've also heard so many horror stories and the healing process sounds awful (plus I'm a side sleeper lol). just wondering if it's worth it in your opinion!
hi there! I’m so glad you asked because it means people appreciate my selfies and further more as someone who has 21 piercings i have words to say and my industrial is by far what people ask me about the most. buckle up this will be long
disclaimer I am not a professional piercer I’m just a human pincushion
I have had my industrial pierced twice both times when I was a teen. Generally my pain tolerance is pretty good so as far as initial pain, it wasn’t the worst piercing I’ve ever experienced but I will say the second hole will hurt more because the adrenaline rush kind of subsides. After your ear is going to throb and feel hot and angry but in my experience that’s not super unusual when you get multiple piercings on one ear.
the healing process???? she’s a tough cookie. I will warn you it is a long process and you do have to babysit that ear for a while. I’m also a side sleeper too, the best advice I can give for that is a neck pillow to either have your head propped up so it doesn’t make contact with anything, or have it so you’re laying on your side with your ear floating in the middle. Industrials are super prone to hypertrophic scarring because it’s connected by such a prominent piece of jewelry and having it knocked around too much will cause bumps. basically you have to become very cognizant of everything happening around that ear for a while, like combing your hair, answering the phone, for the love of god if you get a haircut tell your hairdresser because a week after I got mine I went to get a haircut and they bent my ear forward and I saw god. basically try to avoid anything touching that ear in that spot as long as you can, even after the swelling goes down and the bar seems too long, you don’t want to mess with the channels the jewelry is going through as it’s healing and have it heal misplaced.
day to day life for me is mostly fine. I don’t have long hair, but I have friends with long hair who complain that it does get wrapped around it. have I caught it in hairbrushes? A million times. But after it’s all good and healed it’s not really a big deal. I’ll warn you because you have the right to know, it can occasionally act up and ache (at least it does for me) but not to an extent where it feels like a fresh piercing. Obviously when you clean your ears you have to remember to get around and behind the bar but that’s a given.
to make a long story short, it’s a really cool piercing and elevates your look and once it’s healed you can get really sick jewelry and curate ear looks. Some piercing shops will even custom bend industrial bars so you can get something unique to you it’s a lot of fun, BUT, the healing process is a pain in the ass completely, it’s prone to getting bumps if you’re not careful, but I personally think it’s worth it. also always remember follow your piercers guidelines and never clean with alcohol
I HOPE THIS HELPS IM SORRY I BABBLED
9 notes · View notes
What is your opinion on unrecognized micronations, such as Talossa, Sealand, Wy, Seborga, or Kugelmugel?
I love when they're a little silly and unserious (especially bc if you think about it, nationhood as a whole is a little silly. We'll all pinky promise to draw lines in the dirt and stay on our side or get stabbed about it*). I'd heard of Sealand, but not the others, so thanks for the research rabbit hole :).
I think its great when microstates commit to the bit and have to figure out how nations function, like Seborga's currency. It makes sense that they're not recognized, they're not anywhere close to self-sustaining or having resources that lets them stand mostly on their own. And the divine right of kings not being a big deal anymore kind of puts a damper on declaring yourself head of some principality and everyone accepting that or turning you into an arrow pincushion)
There's a lot that goes into nation building, (sometimes that's making Italy pinky promise to leave you alone bc you have no enticing resources, like San Marino; oftentimes it's a lot more complicated than that) and the average person doesn't think about what goes into nation building, especially in this modern age when those lines in the sand feel more concrete than they did in previous centuries.
——
*this is a major understatement and trivialization of the grim reality of land conflicts. History is much more complex than that. As a whole, it's a little grim that people and countries are so possessive over land that they won't let new ones crop up or recognize others' sovereignty (Kosovo and Hong Kong are what comes to mind for me, this is not about Israel)
2 notes · View notes
thelordofgifs · 11 months
Note
for some reason TFS /always/ shows up on my dash RIGHT as i have to leave for work, so i, very foolishly, read about half of it before i had to rush out the door and was in horrible suspense the whole time. i am holding this against you but AHHHH. maedhros giving up control is SO interesting in this fic. maedhros despair response: control freak about it. maedhros EXTRA HORRIBLE despair response: nothing matters and i'm letting someone else (first curufin and now fingon) take the reins. love this AHH maglor letting go of the secret so quickly!! this will certainly fuck up the way curufin feels about being in this family LMAO... also maglor waking up alone,, i was half-expecting the hunting knife to be bloody. very curious to see where it goes from here, because it has consistently not gone the way i expect it to
I’m sorry about the suspense pls forgive me ❤️❤️ anyway yes Maedhros and passivity!! is so interesting to me!! Also also. Celegorm got to fight a werewolf with his hands and teeth and Curufin got to ruin literally everything for no reason and Maglor… was Maglor but MAEDHROS SHOULD GET TO BE DRAMATIC TOO SOMETIMES. LET HIM BURN DOWN HIS OWN FORTRESS AND THEN SEND AWAY ALL HIS FOLLOWERS. HE HAS HAD A REALLY BAD FEW WEEKS AND HE DESERVES IT.
Maglor! He started out that whole conversation thinking “I am going to be gentle and understanding with my grieving little brother” but Curufin did absolutely cross the line and Maglor lost his temper (starting to realise I love writing Maglor losing his temper?? he’s such a drama queen about it but his dialogue can be SO vicious). Curufin was like “wait fuck people love me I have no idea how to deal with this”. But on a practical level it was not very sensible of Maglor to reveal the secret! And he is now feeling guilty for having (in his mind) lost Curufin. As for the waking up alone I was ABSOLUTELY thinking of your Curufin kills Maglor theory with that lol. But the poor boy deserves a break from being a pincushion.
Sidenote, actually: people can (and have, in the notes) interpret this in different ways, but I see Curufin’s decision to run away as a very morally neutral one. He does feel terribly guilty that Maglor is willing to die for him; he’s also not at all willing to die himself. In some ways it’s pretty cowardly of him to disappear – and he left his VERY BADLY INJURED brother pretty much completely defenceless except for one (1) knife, too. And that isn’t even getting into what he must have known the abandonment would do to Maglor emotionally! It was cruel and kind at once, in my opinion – very curvocore.
I am also very curious to see where it goes from here!! And my guess is only slightly better than yours actually.
12 notes · View notes
spricket-central · 1 year
Text
[pinned post, updated 3/4/2024]
hey there! you can call me monster or Ray (ey/em or they/them)
this is a journal of sorts where i talk about my sprickets! theyre greenhouse camel crickets (Tachycines asynamorus), an invasive east asian species thats a very common household visitor where i live (new york, USA). i caught these dudes in my apartment, ahaha. i started keeping them on 12/6/2022
i mostly keep this blog for myself, but id love to bring other folks happiness with the antics of these lil guys. im very new to invert husbandry of any sort (my only real area of expertise is cats, ahaha), so if youve got any tips id be super grateful if youd share. theres so little info out there about T. asynamorus irt care.
I'll introduce my lil guys and chat about them below!
~~~~~
Poppyseed ♀️
Tumblr media
(hatched: 5/28/23
mother: Crouton; father: Biscuit)
this little darling is the first spricket ive ever hatched in captivity, and the daughter of the very first spricket i ever kept, so shes a very special little girl! she lives with her boyfriend, Bagel.
having started as a little speck, practically a literal poppyseed, this special seedling has blossomed into a beautiful flower :) one of the most striking aspects of her appearance, in my opinion, are the markings near her eyes, resembling black mascara running down her cheek like tears. dont cry little seedling, i love you!
while she was very shy as a nymph, shes seemed to have developed more confidence in her adulthood, being relatively quick to come out once the lights go off at night, and even remaining relatively calm (for a spricket, at least) when they surprise her upon coming back on in the morning. shes an absolute fiend for bloodworms, which seem to be her favorite food.
im so, so proud of her. i promised her mom, Crouton, that id take good care of her, and it brings me so much joy to have succeeded in raising her into a healthy, beautiful adult! :,)
~~~~~
Bagel ♂️
Tumblr media
(caught: 7/23/23)
caught as a very young nymph, i believe i may have actually met Bagel on my bedroom on two occasions: once as a tiny speck of a hatchling on my wall, where i failed to capture him, and some time after on my bed, where i finally managed to succeed. im so grateful i got a second chance with this special little boy!
hes seems like a pretty laid back little dude, as far as sprickets go. hes not as quick to startle as some (though he certainly can do some Mad Hops if my hand gets a little too close!), and doesnt seem to mind being out in the open for a few a bit at a time while the lights are still on. hes a delightful little guy!
he lives with Poppyseed in my 2nd largest tank. the two seem to have clicked from the very start, when poppyseed hopped up onto the ceiling to check him out when he made his somewhat clumsy entrance.
also ha ha. poppyseed bagel. get it? har har.
~~~~~
Baguette ♀️
Tumblr media
(caught: 10/5/23)
the circumstances under which i met Baguette were a little unconventional. unlike most of my sprickets, i actually caught her at my parents' house! my mom is the one who named her. she had to spend a few hours in an empty wonton soup container before taking a ride in the car with me to my apartment, but she then was moved out of that cramped little container and into my largest tank! she lived alone for about a bit shy of 2 weeks before her roomie Donut moved in with her.
unfortunately, Donut is no longer with us. its sad, because she really seemed to enjoy his company (to whatever extent a spricket does at least), but shes still an active, goofy gal whos full of energy!
shes developed some health problems, including an "Egg Hole" at the base of her ovipositor and a jumping leg thats sudddnly gone missing, but so far shes been going about her business regardless and im doing what i can keep her as comfortable and content as possible through it all.
~~~~~
Pincushion ♀️
Tumblr media
(caught: 10/18/23)
on the phone with my mother only one night after having caught Donut, i was telling her how i was happy with having 4 sprickets and didnt feel id keep any more at the moment... not long after the call ended, i spotted Pincushion, only about a month old, and... well, who can say no to a baby?
despite having had her for a bit shy of 5 months now (at the time of writing), shes still not matured all the way to adulthood. it took Poppyseed and Bagel about 4 months to mature, but they were born in the late springtime, so im wondering if maybe growing up in the cold winter temperatures is the reason for Pincushion's comparatively slow growth.
either way, she seems to be growing up strong and healthy! shes still a bit shy, as all nymphs are, but ive noticed her becoming braver as time goes on. im excited to see her grow into a happy, healthy adult, and to see what kind of personality she develops! sprickets are such characters, ahaha.
~~~~~
Dirt ♂️
Bio In Progress
~~~~~
Loofah ♀️
Bio In Progress
~~~~~
This blog is dedicated to Crouton, forever loved, the special girl who started it all. 💚
Tumblr media
~~~~~
to learn about the dearly beloved friends who are no longer with us, you can look in the #memorial tag.
13 notes · View notes
ask-the-atlai · 9 months
Note
wait hold on I’m curious
thoughts {if you have one or in a certain case two-} on the jammys?? jammi??- IDK THE PLURAL OF MY NAME
all of our opinions?? that is. eight people
whatever you’re getting all eight of us
below the cut because there’s a lot
love all the jammys!!!! they are all so silly!! of course my favorite is you, og jammy, i don’t have a least favorite tho
i do not want to share my opinions. except on venus. venus is amazing and must be protected at all costs.
you’re a little mean to some of my friends sometimes but otherwise you and mossy are good!!! i should go talk to some of the other ones sometimes!!!!!
I don’t really know any of them other than you and my Jammy, but you’re both nice I guess.
i don’t know any of you i’m sorry :(
des goes in gay baby jail forever
that is all i will say
Most of them are very nice, Des however-
They all seem wonderful, especially the pincushion!
3 notes · View notes
strawberry-soot · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🐺 JACK BIRTHDAY SSR FLOWER ANALYSIS* 🐺*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
*Mandatory reminder that I’m no flower specialist, which means these are all very subjective opinions. Take everything with a grain of salt! (Also I know I’m beyond late but this I’m really posting this more for completion’s sake than anything else)
The big yellow flowers are marigolds which represent (the strength of) the sun, power, strength, and the light inside ppl. It’s also one of the birth flowers of October.
Pincushion flowers/Scabiosas symbolize love, peace, and purity, or a pure love, though generally speaking orange flowers also represent fervor and exhilaration. They symbolize warmth and happiness.
Baby’s breath represents sincerity, compassion, trust, innocence, everlasting love and purity. However, they hold many (similar) meanings as well, such as light, goodness, heaven, understanding, faith, new beginnings, possibility, protection, softness and cleanliness.
The small yellow ones I believe to be alyssums, which mean worth beyond beauty or probably more fitting in Jack’s case sweetness of the soul. (They’re also called basket of gold and i think that’s be a nice callback to him being the one who proposed dressing up as pirates for Halloween)
Crocosmia/Montbretia represents confidence, and deep emotions (mostly love), but can also symbolize enthusiasm and strong adaptability, as well as playful enjoyment, respecting boundaries, and the want to step up to something.
These are my un-educated guesses, but  feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong/what flowers I might’ve missed.
7 notes · View notes