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"Of course [The Lord of the Rings] does not belong to me. It has been brought forth and must go now its appointed way in the world, though naturally I take a deep interest in its fortunes, as a parent would of a child. I am comforted to know that it has good friends to defend it against the malice of its enemies."
- J. R. R. Tolkien in Letters from Tolkien
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#tolkien#jrr tolkien#Lord of the rings#Lotr#Letters from Tolkien#Quotes#Literature#from my pocketses
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eso more like vampire dating sim
#ambie.txt#ambie plays eso#help i caved and now i am making a soft vampire girlie for fenn to kiss someone take this game away from me i cannot be trusted#collecting the members of house ravenwatch... putting them in my pocketses...
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im a broke-ass trans chick in desperate need of 175 dollars for the immediate out of pocketses cost with a lawyer to fight a former boss who's currently stealing over 2 grand from me and breaking myriad labor laws while flagrantly mocking me for trying to fight it, as well as other aspects that have taken it to a civil rights case. lucky for me she's the perfect mix of arrogant and stupid enough to have given me mountains of screenshots of her detailing her illegal business practices and it's a slam dunk of a case once i can get it in front of the right legal people, and the lawyer will be taking contingency after this initial cost but im beyond broke from having all my wages stolen. anything can help, sharing or giving or anything, and you'll be directly supporting the scorching of the earth beneath her corrupt and thieving business
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if you can help with anything, my v.3n^^o and (@$ĥ@pp are both punkyrooster, and literally anything will help me take her down
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tdc liveblog p7 - my only regret is that i have but one death to cure for my sinister government organisation
masterpost
hard not to empathise with teresa during this part because like.. she's being A Good Doctor and doing what a doctor is supposed to do
wth is that, are we jesus on the cross w the frickin vinegar sponge, what happened to the lil gauze square
see how fast that worked?? and this wasn't even Cure Blood. thomas' blood on the knife should've - in this essay i will -
the way hes just hustling 😂😂 makin my way downtown
her w the v neck and him with his everpresent turtleneck, also the white & black. something about.. her heart being more open while his is covered and shriveled away?
also obviously that WCKD uses a very black-and-white view of the world 😉
average fail parents talkin about how they've variously fucked up their kids
they sure predicted that some people just Do Not Wanna Wear Masks 😂
lil newtie like something something furthest i've ever been from home mr frodo
also how cozy is gally in his knit hoodie 🥰 with his hands in his pocketses
empires rise, oceans fall, quack medicine abides 😂 also,, alcohol? or overpriced water? both of the above
why the japanese? i find it hard to believe japan isn't just chillin 😂
my friend & japanese translator says it says 'tanaka' somethin, 'trading company' i imagine bc that's the english below
he can use glader slang for the first time in months & months :')
oooohh the electric lights contrasted w the campfires outside the city
hes rubbing his arm 😭😭
yorick its you again 🥹
oh that is a FIGHTING face
#from the heart#maze runner#tmr movies#liveblog#the death cure#tdc#maze runner memes#tmr memes#memerey tmr
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hi babe <33
let me tell you a very funny (slightly embarrassing) story that happened last week!!
so i was helping the english department at my school clean out their big and very outdated literature study books bc im best friends with all of them duh
anyway . im casually oohing and aahing at every book i see and stealing whatever poetry book i can find that they dont want anymore
until i come across this small pocketsized book! its teal and the spine is cracked and from afar the big S on the cover and the teal colour makes it look like fucking. Shrek. so naturally i was like ???? A SHREK PLAY???
and so i picked it up bc a gal got curious!! and i look closer and it turns out to be Henry IV part 1! and bc i cant keep my big mouth shut i yelled "OH M GOD ISNT THIS THE TOM HIDDLESTON PLAY???" and the entire office went. Quiet.
And they all turned to look at me. mind you these are women who ARE in Tom's age range so they pretty much grew up with his work!!! and ofc they KNOW him its tom hiddleston. and one of them was like " the??? the tom hiddleston play??" and trying to save my dignity (not that im embarrassed but also kind of) i was like yeah ? didnt tom hiddleston play in this?? to try and keep myself casual like no what im not an obsessed fan hello im So Normal about him!! i could feel my face burst into fucking flames bc how do i explain to these women that im obsessed with his work while they look at me like they know I read fanfiction (like THEY DONT. THEY DO. I KNOW THEY DO. BC THEY ALWAYS MENTION IT.)
and so then. the entire fucking department spent the day picking up whatever stupid Shakespeare book they can find and saying really loudly IS THIS A TOM HIDDLESTON PLAY?? and i guess they ALL assume now the ONLY WAY I KNOW ANY ENGLISH LITERATURE is through Tom Hiddleston.
absolutely embarrassing. but i got to keep the book so WHATEVER.
but oh my god i think a part of my pride died that day. it was REALLY FUNNY but oh my god. no i DO know english literature i JUST HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT TOM HIDDLESTON PLAYED IN A FEW OF THEM!!! leave me ALONE.
i cannot believe i had to out myself like that. no actually i dont care but its the fact that these women KNOW the sort of stuff going on out there i am 90% sure some of them HAVE WRITTEN FANFICTION BEFORE and i had to sit there and act like i didnt just finish reading the most filthy panty melting smut of some tom hiddleston character. like hello. oh my god. it was funny but also horrifying.
anyway so now the whole department knows me by association to The Tom Hiddleston Play and a) oh my fucking god but b) cant help but giggle a little if they MUST know i AM Crazy abt him and his work idc WHAT they say (they act like they dont have friday movie nights where they watch whatever play he's got.)
anyway. the end.
This is the stuff life is made of 😆❤️ I was laughing and cringing along with you omg. So funny🤣
"IS ✨THIS✨ A TOM HIDDLESTON PLAY?!" 🤣
It sounds like they were very sweet and jokey about the whole thing. And yes, fanfiction will be no biggie to them I'd bet😂
It reminded me of when I was casually explaining to my parents why exactly my football-allergic ass was going to Soccer Aid last year with @lokischambermaid - and I fumbled and said "oh, well there's an ac-torr that she and I are fans of and so you know we're just err-"
My Mum, who I have never mentioned TH too before in my puff: "Is that Tom Hiddleston?" 🤨
Me: 😵😵"...yes"
And that was all that was said about it 🤣but she knew. She has eyes. Awkward moments are so funny in hindsight. Thank you for sharing this with me🤣
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I made myself a teeny little bag so that I can carry my phone or wallet if my pocketses are too small. Pattern modified from the Herringbone Bag, with icord bindoff, additional pockets on the inside and outside (you can't see the one on the back bc its Ugly) and toggle closure. Yarn is Hayfield Spirit DK.
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My favourite part of this weekend had to be the moment when a dude asked me if I had read The Picture of Dorian Gray and I literally just grabbed a pocketsized copy of the book from my backpack and slammed it on the table
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In the second part of "The Lauriston Garden Mystery," in Letters from Watson, the animal comparisons with people continue. The prior "simian" description of the victim now appears to be in the land of general Victorian biases about looks indicating character, rather than of specific dog whistles. (It's still an idea I'm glad isn't encouraged today.)
Inspector Lestrade, for instance, is given no description beyond "lean and ferret-like," implying he's a wiry, sneaky guy who's good at catching rats. Holmes, by contrast, is compared to a hound -- a classier and more morally noble catcher of vermin.
What the victim has in his pocketses is fascinating.
A Barraud watch is a high-quality pocket watch from the Barraud family watchmaker firm, which operated in the London area from 1727 to 1880 (so, retiring shortly before the story happens), per the British Museum. Holmes reads a serial number -- 97163 -- that may be made up without regard for Barraud's actual serial numbering (watch afficionados get very into Barraud details). Being five digits likely is meant to imply that the watch is newer rather than older.
Gold Albert chain is the style of chain that has a T-bar that slips into the button hole of a vest pocket and a swivel hook that attaches to the pocket watch. They were, unsurprisingly, popularized by Prince Albert, who died in 1861. I can't easily find a source that's specific about how long these specific chains really stayed fashionable, other than that pocket watches in general faded once men's wristwatches caught on in the early 20th century. Having a heavy gold chain at minimum implies the victim is a prosperous and outwardly respectable gentleman who might lean a titch conservative and practical.
Gold ring with Masonic device -- now this raises the BIG question. Are we talking Masons like "Moose Lodge but classier" or Masons like "conspiracy theories"? Even in the 1880s, it could have gone either way. Being a Mason was a gentlemanly thing to do, assuring business connections and a reliable social network when traveling. We're back in an era when everything respectable required an introduction -- gentlefolk who were moving to a new city took letters of introductions with them! -- and simply being a fellow Mason counted. So our victim has upper-middle-class social connections.
At the same time, Arthur Conan Doyle himself joined the Masons at about this time (possibly a bit after the story was written) as part of his exploration of spiritualism and self-improvement. So our victim's being a Mason isn't not a sign he might have deep secrets. (This interview with John Dickie, who wrote a book on Freemasonry, is particularly lively.)
Gold pin -- bull dog's head, with rubies as eyes. Bulldog stickpins or cravat pins were apparently quite popular! This one puzzles me, as the bulldog is ordinarily a symbol for England, but the victim is supposed to be American. And a gold pin is not a cheap souvenir! My next thought is that it's a Yale bulldog, but I'm reaching.
Russian leather card case -- Russian leather was popular for some years before the story because it was durable and resistant to water- and insect-damage. Our victim is willing to pay for quality and/or is taking his card case places where it has a rough life. If the cards only say "Enoch J. Drebber" and "Cleveland," these are his social cards, left when paying calls. (Paying calls was the Victorian equivalent of sending memes to the group chat. You'd go round dropping off your cards at the homes of friends and acquaintances, and a few might be "at home" to invite you in for tea and cakes. Not paying calls was a good way to fall out of contact with society.)
I keep wondering -- why Cleveland? It's a Doylistic question: the American has to be from somewhere, but why Cleveland? An Englishman in the 1880s would have heard of New York, Philadelphia, San Francisco, and Chicago, surely, but Cleveland?
Well. I had forgotten that President James A. Garfield, elected in 1880 and assassinated in 1881, was from Cleveland. Cleveland was in the news. The city was also an industrial powerhouse from the Civil War into the early 20th century, so if the idea is to convey a large, wealthy American city, where society is perhaps less refined than in New York, but not so rough-and-tumble as in "the West," then Cleveland fits the bill brilliantly. Best yet, it was ethnically diverse, with large German and Hungarian populations.
Pocket edition of Boccaccio's Decameron -- it's an era when a man who traveled would carry a pocket edition of some classic book, to while away train trips and nights in hotels. The choice of book should be an indicator of character.
This is probably the 1872 revision of Charles Balguy's 1741 translation, which kept the more ribald bits in Italian. I'm leaning toward thinking that we're supposed to see the victim as a man who liked a bit of the salacious, as no matter how the Decameron is bowdlerized, everyone knows the spicy bits are there (though why is someone else's name in the book? well, someone likes a spicy read).
Letters from the Guion Steamship Company sent me down a rabbit hole of steamship history. This is not a made-up company. This is the JetBlue of steamship lines. Per my plunge into Wikipedia, White Star was known for comfort, Cunard and Inman were known for speed, and Guion was known for transporting immigrants in steerage.
Right around the time of the story, Guion commissioned new ships to try to compete based on speed. This went badly for them, including stranding a couple ships.
Our victim could be sailing Guion as an indicator that he's pinching some pennies, or that he simply doesn't care about White Star-type comforts. Alternately, this could be Chekov's steamship and someone important will later be on a ship that sinks.
Seven pounds 13 is about $300 in today's money. Without ATMs and credit cards, and without a bank book or other financial instruments for a UK bank, this is the money that has to get the victim to Liverpool on the train (there's no train ticket) and cover any incidentals until he embarks. (Or perhaps there's more wherever he was staying?) Depending what he's got to do before leaving, he's decently prosperous.
Whatever point Holmes expected Lestrade to see as "crucial" in wiring to Cleveland (presumably to the police department), I have no idea what it might be.
Holmes' deductions about the murderer are a mix of explainable and mysterious.
Height and shoes are derived from Holmes' painstaking measurements, and Holmes is an expert at identifying cigar ash. (Trichinopoly is an Indian cigar, popular for its mild flavor.) The details of the taxi are from Holmes' examination of the mud outside. (This is definitely not a Playfair mystery where the reader sees the actual clues.)
"Florid face" likely means the murderer drinks, though he could be outdoorsy or have a choleric temperament. The long fingernails must be deduced from the writing in blood, but why were they long?
Victorian nails were kept very short by modern standards, even for women. So "remarkably long" nails might only be half an inch -- but it's a vulgar and exotic detail. I have driven myself into a frenzy in trying to find a fraternal group, religion, criminal activity, or skilled trade where it was normal, symbolic, or practically useful to have long nails on one hand.
In an era with serialized novels and no Wikipedia, readers must have been frantic with asking their friends about tantalizing details. Making all those required calls was doubtless a lot more fun if everyone had read the latest chapter.
So we have a victim who is prosperous and at least surface-respectable, but not quite "nice" and a murderer who sought revenge, has some odd trade, and is likely upset about whatever's to do with the wedding ring.
And what is to do with it? Is it intended for a future bride, taken from a dead one, or left by a runaway?
I'm on tenterhooks to hear what Constable Rance has to say next week.
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The Continuing Adventures of my Dumbass Minstrel Paladin
I keep forgetting to record or even get screenshots of some of the more hilarious shenanigans Aravyn and the Tadpole Gang are getting up to. So last night after spending an hour gleefully running all over the map to make Gale infinitely recast "Speak with the Dead" on all of the glowing corpses with our new shiny necklace loot we got from the chapel, I realized I hadn't gotten a trigger for a quest I remembered from early access regarding mean druid lady being suspiciously mean and after referencing some ancient texts (see: walkthroughs), I realized I needed to head back to the grove to do some poking around.
After spending like fifteen minutes poking around rooms, eventually I started throwing up dancing light cantrips at all of the dark corners. And eventually doing this I find the little dark hole that leads back to a hidden area where there's a chest marked in red.
Just imagine, you're a xenophobic druid who is ready to cut yourself off from the outside world forever, and this stupid paladin who talked your homicidal new boss lady out from letting some kid get eaten by a snake is now going around to all of the dark corners of your comfy dark underground hidey hole muttering to herself and throwing up sparkles in all of the shadows. Nothing suspicious there. She's just lighting up the world. It's what Sylvanus would want, I suppose.
Well, going into sneak mode reveals that the angry elf druid guy who keeps telling me to get lost is looking right at the chest, and so that's a problem. What's the Tadpole Gang to do? My paladin has a negative on stealth checks, and I don't know if stealing will technically break her oath, but if I'm staying true to character she probably wouldn't like it. But, clearly the group needs a distraction that will get everyone's attention in one area, so that an enterprising sneakthief can go pick the lock on that chest and take a little peekaboo.
It's time for a Mini-Heist
"Surely this won't work," I tell myself, and get the group gathered just in between all of the NPCs in the grove, toggle party mode, and position my rogueiest vampire suspiciously near where he needs to be.
Then Aravyn starts strumming away -- and lo and behold--
Gathers a crowd. Literally everyone stops what they're doing to come gather around and in the distance I hear them all cheering her on and complimenting the tune. "That's a great song!" says Kagha who moments before was sneering at us. Apparently, she's a lover of music. THE WOLF even comes over and starts listening, I think it's a possibility the rats even stopped scurrying around to listen.
There is cheering going off in the distance as Astarion quickly and effortlessly picks the lock on Kagha's chest and loots all of the contents. Then casually saunters back to the rest of the group as the NPCs are still happily bopping along to Ari's rendition of "Bard Dance".
She finishes her song, Kagha starts throwing gold at her feet. An NPC literally just paid me to rob her 🤣 We quickly pick up our three hard earned gold (look look it's not important however much Astarion has in his pocketses okay), and the party shuffles on out where everyone is still chanting their ritual and quickly go off to the secluded area just beyond the chanting circle to look at the evidence and continue their quest, having successfully completed their tiny heist.
And now I'm imagining now imagining this scene where Astarion throws his arms around his pal(adin)'s shoulder and is like "Look at all these dour faces. Darling, why don't you perform that utterly delightful ditty you couldn't stop playing around the fire at camp last night. I'm sure it would raise everyone's spirits", and then casually strolls off as she starts plucking at strings and the crowd begins gathering, then whistling along with the tune as he walks back up and congratulates everyone on the impromptu concert and then quickly steering his party back outside.
"Man, that outsider sparkle-making Paladin sure is a bitch," says Marcoryl, who keeps complaining about not killing a small tiefling child (so you know his opinion is to be trusted), "but she sure can play a lute."
#grey's bg3 tag#bg3 posting#bg3 spoilers#oc: aravyn#i'm now just imagining astarion just using ari's love for music and performing so he can be his best rogue self#and because she sucks at perception and insight checks#she's like 'yeah this track he just really loves my music and wants to encourage me'#while at night he and lae'zel's long suffering gazes meet over the campfire while she conducts singalongs#wondering when their suffering will end#when i realized later that i was basically just glitter blasting all of the dark corners with my dancing light cantrip#i had a good snicker#also i learned later after the harpy rock concert#that passing the performance checks for alfira's quest gave aravyn proficiency in musical instruments#so i don't really have to dip her into bard or use a feat now if i don't want to#but honestly bardic inspiration and the pool of level 1 bard spells looks mighty tempting#as does jack of all trades at level 2#long post#ari's og campaign
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I honestly want to shrink So Mi into pocketsized and put her into an pokeball , so whenever I need her.. I can just let her out from the pokeball onto the floor and be like "I CHOOSE YOU, SO MI-"
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[THIS IS MY OWN EDIT FOR ANYBODY WONDERING]
#hanako arasaka#cyberpunk hanako#cp 2077#evelyn parker#judy alvarez#meredith stout#misty olszewski#rogue amendiares#cp2077 screenshots#netrunner#song so mi#songbird cyberpunk
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Deaged Oz AU - Making New Friends [And Maybe a Few Enemies]
For @maskyartist since you wanted to see just what happens when Tip gets angry. :P
"HEY, FREAK!" An angry yell echoes off the narrow walls of the alley. Lily just ran faster, hoping that she'd be able to outrun her bullies for once. It had happened before, even though it hadn't lasted long in the end. As a Faunus in Mantle, though, she was used to this sort of treatment.
She tripped, stumbling and catching herself on the wall which was all her pursuers needed to catch up with her. Bracing herself for the blows she was surprised to hear another yell from the other end of the alley.
Glancing up, she spied a small, silver haired human boy who looked absolutely furious. A blink and he'd vanished, though. Maybe he was with the others? She hadn't seen him before but there were always more where they came from.
Her main tormentor bought a fist back for the first punch, but even as he lashed out, a figure blocked her sight. It was the boy, but why would he get between her and the bully?
Tip let the older boy hit him, glancing in concern down at the small Faunus girl they had been chasing. He knew how bad things were in Mantle of course, but knowing wasn't the same as seeing. The tiny girl looked half starved, yet these idiots were planning to beat her? No. Not on his watch.
"What exactly do you think you're doing to ny friend?" He spat, feeling a cold anger rising in his gut and not even bothering trying to suppress it. The little girl looked shocked, but he tried to shoot her a reassuring smile in between glaring at the bully. One hand strayed down to the hilt of Old Regrets, and he pulled about an inch of the rapier out of the sheath, knuckles a tight white with fury.
The bully, seeing that, stepped back a pace.
"Who the hell are you and what is she to you? You're not her friend, she doesn't have friends! She's just a filthy Faunus, she doesn't deserve them!"
Tip stomped one small foot, feeling himself start to shake again, though this time it was definitely anger fuelling it.
"She has me. I'm Winter Schnee, by the way." He said it flatly, hoping the split second decision wasn't going to come back to bite him.
"Why would a Schnee care about something like her?"
"I do. Now go away or I'll show you just how well i can use this." He shifted his stance, standing protectively over Liy and drew the blade fully, his eyes afire.
The bullies looked at each other, looked at the small boy wielding what was obviously a Huntsman's weapon, then thought better of the situation, backing away before taking off running.
There was silence for a few seconds, then Tip moved nearer the little girl, who backed up as far as she could, staring up at him with wide, scared eyes.
"Please don't hurt me?"
"I would never do that." Tip's voice was shaking, too, now. He hadn't really been expecting that, and looking back... had he almost thrown a tantrum? He blushed slightly, embarrassed, but just held out a hand to the girl, waiting.
After a minute or so, she took it, bracing herself for another blow. Tip just helped her to her feet, smiling gently.
"I'm Tip. Tip Pine, and you are?"
"But... you said you were a Schnee..."
"Ah, yes. Well, I thought it might make them think twice and it does appear to have worked, so... ready to get out of the alley?"
"You talk kinda funny."
"I'm not from Mantle, therefore my accent is slightly different. Have you learned about kingdoms yet?"
He smiled as this seemed to unleash a torrent of questions from the small girl and he led her out of the alley, grinning up at the others who didn't look massively impressed.
"Pocketsized... you can't just run off like that, what if you'd been hurt?" Jaune sounded worried but also more than slightly resigned at this point. After all, it wasn't the first time Tip had gone off somewhere.
"I wasn't. And I was just in time to stop someone else being hurt so I would count that as a victory, personally. Guys, this is... I'm sorry, i don't think I ever got your name?"
"Lily." She muttered, shyly, staring around at all the armed teenagers in front of her. Blake had elected not to come on this particular excursion and Weiss tended to avoid Mantle, but the others all just smiled at her in welcome.
"Hi, Lily!" Oscar greeted, bouncing slightly. "I'm Oscar, Tip's my brother. It's okay, you're safe now, nobody's going to hurt you while we're around!
"Aww, Pocketsized, are you making new friends without us, now?" Nora cooed, winking at a still visibly embarrassed Tip.
"Maybe? She needed help, Nora, I couldn't just leave her there, they were about to hit her!" Tip's voice rose in pitch slightly as he spoke, though from the way his eyes widened, it had been unintentional.
"Regular knight in shining armor, huh, kid..." was Yang's contribution, though she looked amused.
"I think it's cute." Ruby said, grinning over at Tip who would rather like the floor to swallow him now, please.
"You can stay with us for awhile, if you like? It might mean the bullies stay further away for a little bit, why were they following you, anyway?"
"They don't like that I'm not human... it's Mantle, though, mummy said I needed to get used to it."
Tip's eyes went strangely hard at that. "Thinking about it, there's someone I know you should probably meet. The problem is, he's in Atlas and your family would be worried if we just took you! Would you be able to show us where you live? If nothing else, we should check that it's a safe place to be."
Jaune sighed a bit at that, but they all followed a nervous looking Lily as she led them to her home. it wasn't too bad to look at, really. Unlike the dwellings on either side, it appeared well maintained and hopefully that meant that the walls were solid against the sheer cold that Mantle tended to exude.
An older woman in a tattered apron opened the door, then screamed in real terror as she stared at the humans on the other side. Lily rushed to her, clinging to the apron.
"It's okay, mummy! They're my friends, they rescued me from the bad boys!"
"... oh?" The mother sounded suspicious, scanning over the group of young hunters, gaze briefly lingering on tip, who shifted slightly.
"Thank you for rescuing my daughter." She said, eventually, though she still looked suspicious.
"We're hunters, ma'am, it's what we do. I was wondering, however, whether it may be advisable to gain a meeting with Marrow? I'm certain he would want to help as much as he could."
The woman blinked. "You can just casually contact an Ace Operative, can you?"
"Yes, ma'am, I can. I'm Wintertip Pine, by the way." Tip held out a hand, but she didn't take it, scanning his face again. Her eyes widened and her tail twitched in sudden realisation.
"... Winter?" She sounded strangely choked even as Tip's own eyes widened too. Had he known her, somehow?
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked, his voice as level as he could make it.
"Thank you. Just... thank you. Do you have contact information, at all? My husband will want to thank you himself."
"Of course." Tip murmured, rattling off his contact number.
"You can really get us in contact with Specialist Amin?"
"I can indeed, ma'am."
"Foxglove, not ma'am, young one. I have questions, but not today, I suspect? I'll be in contact." She smiled and shut the door, behind it they could already hear Lily start her rapid fire questioning again.
"You do realise that that's gonna spread, right? You just... I really hope you know what you're doing."
"Yes, well. So do I."
#deaged oz au#ozpin#he smol#and angry#and protective#new friends#faunus#rwby#fantastic racism#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#oscar pine#ruby rose#yang xiao long#li ren
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so once again I'm rewatching LOTR, and I just..... Boromir was JUST A MAN... he was just A MAN who LOVED his people and BELIEVED so much in his people and wanted BEST for them..... and I cry
they will look for his coming from the white tower....... but he will not return
#Lotr#fellowship of the ring#Lord of the rings#lotr movies#Boromir#Tolkien#Ana rewatching#from my pocketses
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Tip: "That sort of magic sounds fascinating... I wish I could tslk to them, although a ghost version of Oscar still sounds rather, well, worrying."
He yawns again.
"Apologies about that, I suppose I'm still rather tired from... well..."
DA!Qrow: "Small versions as in smaller than Pocketsized, I'm guessing? Can't see that cat being scary otherwise..."
Tip: "The cat's cute. I wish I could have a pet, but it's rather too dangerous right now. Do you have any others?" He perks up, watching the cat curiously.
Oscar: Yeah, they were smaller than Tip. Like... This big [he puts his hand just four inches above the end table next to him to demonstrate]
Qrow: And uh... if you mean "do we have other cats," then no, but we do have other pets. Well, I do. My dog's a husky, but he lives with my sister now. I wasn't able to keep him when I moved in here. But he's still mine.
#ask and you shall receive#bafflement#zac speaks#oscar pine#qrow branwen#deaged oz au#oz's halfway house au
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I have a little prompt, if you might be interested in it:
“What has it got in its pocketses?" (To steal from one of my favourite authors)
What might Mimble and/or Humble carry in their pockets?
(and if you like... pass the prompt along!)
Thank you for the prompt! It is very kind of you to send me an ask for both!
Mimble does tend to hoard things, both at home and about his person. However he doesn't like to overfill his pockets, as it risks ruining the elegant silhouette of his suits.
Consequently, it is something of a mystery where he keeps all of the confectionary, gadgets and random knickknacks that he frequently produces, seemingly from nowhere.
Some whisper of Allagan miniaturisation technology, others of forbidden sorcerous trickery, whilst Mimble himself, if pressed, will vaguely reference "creative tailoring" before changing the subject.
However, there are certain things Mimble always seems to have readily to hand, whether in his actual pockets, or some eldritch pocket dimension conveniently situated inside his jacket.
These include the Crystal of Azem, a bag of toffees, a spare Warding Scale, various pet treats, several white silk handkerchiefs, a pouch of palm sugar, perfumed soap, a magnifying glass and a selection of lollipops.
In contrast Humble is less concerned with material possessions, although he appreciates quality armour and weapons.
The traditional armour he usually wears does not tend to feature many pockets, but there are some objects he will usually carry with him, although most of his limited possessions are kept in storage, either at the Rising Stones, in Sharlayan, or under the bed of whichever inn he happens to visiting.
These objects include a skinning knife, flint and tinder, dried rations (usually salted meat or fish), whetstone, coinpurse and a chunk of pumice (whether this is of religious importance, due to the Hellsguard veneration of volcanoes, or simply plays some mysterious role in Humble's ablutions, is not completely clear).
(Technically Humble also has the Crystal of Azem, but that's the trouble with having two WoL characters! I still haven't worked out how to resolve that one, but that's a matter for another post I think...)
Tagging: @starrysnowdrop @miqomischief @loveliestbun @healersadjust @cadrenebula and @humblemooncat and anyone else who would like to talk about what’s in their OCs pockets!
Thank you again for the ask @elfie-kitten!
#ffxiv oc#mimble sparklepudding#ffxiv wol#final fantasy xiv#lalafell#roegadyn#humble soapstone#ffxiv lalafell#final fantasy 14#ff14#ff14 ffxiv#ffxiv
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Im so sorry, I need to tell someone what's on my mind
My favorite LOTR characters as Taylor Swift songs:
Merry & Pippin - Long Live (Speak Now Taylor's Version)
Faramir - epiphany (folklore)
Boromir - seven (folklore)
Arwen - Love Story (Fearless Taylor's Version)
Eowyn - You Belong With Me (Fearless Taylor's Version) OR Enchanted (Speak Now Taylor's Version)
DO NOT BE SORRY ANON!! I love this!
Boromir hit me so hard 😭 my beloved blorbos AND Taylor Swift?? I must simply tag my friends from my pocketses @queenmeriadoc and @shirebarbie!!
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yes! you’re so right! i also have to mention how gorgeous he is like have you seen those eyes?? the most gorgeous dark brown eyes 💕💕💕
And yeah! he’s actually so so so sweet it’s so heartwarming. (i was subscribed to his bbl for a while and it was such a gift. esp when he went home and sent stuff with his cats). Also i just really like his dynamics with the other members. Also he can cook which is incredible and just. There’s so much to love about this man. i met him once at hi touch at a concert in 2019 but unfortunately i kinda blacked out and don’t remember basically anything :’)
HIS EYES!!!! Yes!! The way he can look so smol and pocketsized, just because of his eyes. I want them on display on my shelf or smth like i'm a witch keeping parts of my favourite people in my collection.
I have never been subscribed to his bbl (if I was to subscribe to one it would for sure be his tho ngl), but I've seen his messages on twt. If I was subscribed I simply don't think I would actually survive. Like all his messages (sweet and salty) would just be the end of me.
HIS DYNAMICS YES!! I love how teasing he is (he is literally me with my friends. Minho is so Majacoded) but then also how caring he is. The dude's love language is literally food and cooking for people. It can't get better than that I believe. Honestly just the dude of all dudes!!!
I get you anon. I went to a skz concert in Seoul and they did come quiet close to us, but I honestly can't remember much from the concert in general. If it wasn't for my videos, I would probably forget I even went lmao. The concert black out without actually blacking out is so real!! (I kind of had post-covid hightouch with xdinary heroes twice (it was just waving in front of each other, and I was forced, cause they just stood outside the concert venue, waving at the end of the concert lol) and I honestly can't remember anything from that. Only the shock LMAO)
Anon I think we might share a brain. It's probably a Lino dude lover kind of thing ♥
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