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dognonsense · 2 months

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Question...how do you make your patches? They seem so fuckin cool. I'm working on a vest and a jacket atm, and I'd like for them to be done by the time a pride fest rolls around next month.

Main technique I use for making patches nowadays is linocut. Its best suited for mass production of patches.

Make sure to remember your carving the mirror image so you have to flip all the text. Using tracing paper to flip the design is a good trick, as well as leaving graphite marks on side, then pressing that to the lino to leave the marks in the same spot. Another trick with pencil is to view what ur carving in negative space quickly, put a paper over your design and shade over it with pencil, darker marks will be where you haven't carved yet.

I use speedball fabric ink, it takes 1 week to set then will be fine to be washed. I have magenta, violet, turqouise, and white. They have a limited range of fabric colors at the store. I have seen gold and silver fabric paint for sale and I will investigate it one day.

I use a speedball roller, i find the smaller one to be better than the big one as I can be more precise and waste less ink.

I got a fancy handle for $40 but the screws fallen out so its broken now so just get some heavy books. I used to use a mug. Whats important is pushing your whole body weight into it.

I got a speedball carving tool with different heads I can swap out so I can cut into the lino at different deepness and widths. The heads are stored inside the tool since its hollow and has a screwable removable bottom. I use linocut or dollar store erasers for my carvings. Make sure to wash the ink off your linocuts after your done using them.

A thing to increase the lifespan of you're linocuts is to use wood glue, some cork or wood pieces, and glued the lino stamps onto them. I dont do that yet so my stamps fall appart from overuse sometime and because I cut way too deep into the lino since I hate chatter.

Chatter is the term for in linocutting when theres little messy lines and stuff. It makes the art more recognisably to be linocut. My work is very clean with no chatter which is why people don't notice its linocut usually. This is a stylistic choice, with diy styles having a lot of chatter can look really cool so experiment with leaving bits of extra uncarvered lino sticking out in ur stamp. I need to experiment and buy some more lino.

You can also use multiple linocut stamps together to make a patch. Some patches ive made have like 8 different stamps. Ive made a dog nonsense patch where each letter was their own eraser stamp. You can also use different colors between the different lino stamps on the same patch to add more color. An effect I like to do is first stamp it in color, then the next day I stamp it in white over the same spot but shifted to the right and down slightly. It makes the text have a cool border 3D effect I love doing.

If making a more detailed picture with colors, i reccomend hand painting patches. I use white fabric paint mixed with acrylics for color to get all the shades i need. Acrylic paint mixed with fabric softener works too.

If doing words and you dont want a unique font reccomend using letter stamps. If you want a unique font for that i recommend hand paint for individual or linocut for mass produce.

The positive of letter stamps is the font is neat and can be done quickly. I know from lending them to my roommate that they are very helpful if you have dyslexia and have trouble getting letters right.

A visual effect of the letter stamps is that have a nice boxy edge effect, its an imperfection that adds a personally touch to it. I have both lower and upper case stamps that I got from michaels. You can use a hair band or elastic to hold a bunch of letter stamps together to make a word stamp.

You can use other stamps than letters that you find at craft stores for example my racoon print is a craftstore stamp.

You can also find big plastic letter stencils at the dollar store that you can use to do lettering by filling in gaps with a sponge or or paintbrush. They make special paintbrushes just for using stencils.

You can also get plastic stencils in the shapes of things, i got some for children and use a horse stencil for my horse smoking weed patch. Easier than drawing a horse myself.

Another technique I use for more unique clean patches is gel plating. I haven't tried printing laserprint images with it as ive seen online a lot but I will try one day. What i personally do is use it to make imprints with chains and physical objects.

Another thing i use with gelplates are any stamps or linocuts that dont have words, or words ones that i fucked up with and forgot to mirror when carving. It flips mirror image twice with the gel plate so it goes back to being right again on the patch.

Another patch making technique is using foamboard cut into shapes glued onto cardboard. This is good for a quick test of a design and is very cheap to make. It will not hold under water so is more difficult to clean.

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marigoldenblooms · 1 month

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Unica Semper Avis - Prologue

Pairing: Cleric!Wanda x Fem!AvianShifter!Reader x MonsterHunter!Natasha

Prompt: Ever since you’ve come of age, you’ve never been able to stop yourself from transforming into a monster. Whenever the sky would dim with a New Moon, you’d ravage the world with a fury unknown by many. Such is the bane existence of your species. This time, however - something was different. Now, you need help. On the feeble doorstep of the so-called ‘Spirit Healer,’ you found yourself both at the mercy of a cleric, and of a monster hunter’s blade. Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

MINORS DNI - 18+

TW/General Tags: No mention of Y/N, slow burn, stranger to lovers (Wanda), enemies to lovers (Natasha), eventual smut (lord have mercy), Swearing, Fantasy violence, occasional descriptions of light body horror during transformation, slight self harm, slight restraint, angst, fluff, will add tags as they appear!

Chapter Warnings: Initial prologue, swearing, slight descriptions of transformation.

a/n: This is my first fic, working off/on for a slight while. I’ve been a long-time lurker, and I’ve finally got a few ideas and the brain power sufficient for at least a good ‘ol attempt! I’d love any feedback y'all could offer! This is just the initial prologue, and true interaction of the trio will begin in the following chapter. Thanks again!

Word Count: 1.9k - Read Length: 7 minutes, 11 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners!

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You couldn’t tell where the feathers started, and your skin began.

It had been weeks of incessant avoidance to getting help, or facing the truth of your affliction - it was now, above all else, time to face the music. However, you wouldn’t sing. For you, it had been days of fatigue, the inability to catch your breath, and the hiss of your skeleton rearranging itself. What difference was it than any other succession you’d been through? You’ve always survived alone. Well, if the whispers among your forest’s cool leaves were any indication, this molt wouldn’t play fair.

Your skin itches with a frenzy your dull fingernails couldn’t soothe, the ripple of pin feathers beneath taut skin an uncomfortable ache. Once your campfire’s embers are fully extinguished, the feeling would get much worse. The transformation wouldn’t go too far if you remained in your home, you thought- your dwelling refurbished caverns, the soft drip of percolating water into your carved wooden bowls a welcome sound. You’d have enough to drink through these next difficult days..and a part of you hoped that it’d be enough to satiate your thirst for viscera, for marrow. If the new moon’s presence never struck your subconscious, perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it.

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Your head would throb as you’d rise from your bedrolls, unable to find the sleep you begged for. A keen sense told you it was evening, the night’s chill rolling over your exposed shoulders in waves. If you were truly going to transform, as had been your normal for countless years- there was no point in ripping more clothes in the process. The earth felt rough underneath you, becoming more sodden as you’d trek towards the mouth of your cave, the evening’s darkness doing little but sharpen away the humanity you had left. It had rained, the air’s scent carrying the fresh smell. Recently, to be noticed by your unresponsive nose..and yet, it couldn’t rival the majesty of the sky. Stars speckled across its tapestry, a sigh escaping you at its sheer beauty. It was a enchanting reminder of what you would see when you woke up after your succession, after the molt had picked you clean and rebuilt you. At least that’s what it’d feel like, when you’d regain your mind.

You could feel the dull pain of feathers beneath skin even further, as though your body craved to soar up into its expanse. You’d pat your shoulder down as if brushing dirt from it, knocking sense into your own instincts. You couldn’t afford to further the transformation now- it’d never started this early before. The moon was a mere sliver within the sky, last shades of light due to leave within the next day. “The soil is what I deserve,” You’d grit aloud like a mantra, echoing in your thoughts, soothing you into begrudging complacency. The sinful sky would murmur to you, a voice slipping out through the darkness, and you’d shy away from her. It was your conscience, or perhaps your instincts. They were always mouthy this close to the new moon.

“You must soar,” She’d breathe, her words like rustling leaves in the howling night air. You’d have turned your back to the sound, head low as your arms would cross to cover yourself. She wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. She wasn’t-

“Hunger plagues you..” The voice would coax, fanning across your back, swirling between the crackled down which speckled new growth on your shoulder blades. You’d turn again, a hiss sparking in your throat- the sound raspy, incomplete, feeling raw on your tongue as it’d clip between barred teeth, gnashing against your words. “I am sane..” You’d breathe, the words harsh in your mouth. You’d done this dance hundreds of times, and yet the voice inside your mind was oddly corporeal today. “I am lonely..” you’d admit, shaking your head out as though it’d rid you from the illusionary tone, giving yourself a reason to be hearing voices, “You are nothing but my own mind. You aren’t-”

“Real?” The voice would ask, before the air sliced against your jaw- finger-like, pulling your gaze back as your body would turn around to follow it. Your eyes would see her then, fully for the first time- spotted in starlight, not just a figment of your own mind’s trickery. Vaguely humanoid, spectral feathers would blanket her arms, slackened wings framing her back as though an angel- ghostly, as her entire form was vaguely translucent, made of a soft white glow. One hand would have pulled your chin to meet her gaze, entire body tensing as her ‘grip’ felt like the crisp embrace of the night’s air. The voice had never had a body before.

“Who are you?” You’d ask, spitting vitriol even though your hands shook, her touch iron-clad even though it seemed to be crafted from the wind itself.

She’d chuckle, tilting your head so she could get a better look at you, and you got the feeling that she could peer at much more than just your skin. “You haven’t heard of me, fledgeling?” The voice would question musically, her tone a soothing balm to your transformation, and yet seemed to aggravate it further. You could feel the low pop of sinews contracting to allow the slow re-arranging of your skeleton, grunting at the uncomfortable sensation.

And even still, she wouldn’t release your head from her hold, tongue tsking at your lack of an immediate answer. “You..aren’t like me-” You’d scoff beneath your breath, expression radiating fury. It was easier to feel angry towards the apex of a lunation, and you harnessed it now. She was no monster, some kind of partial Aegypius- she was not chained to the moon as you were. What audacity did she have to mar your affliction with her words? “Leave me, before I-”

“Silence-” She’d interrupt, the sound layered with the voices of many. Your jaw would close shut before she’d finished the first syllable, something in the word beckoning complete and total submission. “Ah, so they can be trained..” She’d rasp, a sickly sharp grin plastering her see-through expression. She’d pull your jaw up higher, thumb resting underneath your chin, “I know you…and I think it’s time you remember me.”

You’d feel her before you heard her again, the contraction of your stomach causing you to double over. Within an instant, you were no longer yourself, the sharp crack of bone and tendon filling the air as feathers would blanket shifting skin. You’d blink, and see your eyes change into an overwhelming hyper-vigilance, until you felt nothing at all but hunger.

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The fabric beneath you was quickly forgotten as you’d jolt awake, breath shaking as your vision would correct itself to the soft daylight emanating from cracks in your cavern’s walls. Your headache would only intensify, hissing as the soft rays would accost you. It seems you had found fitful sleep, although the harsh feeling of cold against your form would persist longer than you liked. It was all a dream. Just a dream..

In your sleep, you hadn’t known who that woman was. Scrounging through your waking memories bore different fruit, however. Your hands cycled through old tomes- the few you managed to obtain on your species. You'd have to nudge the manacles near your things with a shard of rock to get to them though, keeping even the slightest wisp of your skin away from its metal. It wasn’t the material you feared, but what was carved within it- some kind of passage you’d long forgotten the translation to. All that mattered is that it hurt like a bitch, and did its job of keeping you restrained when a lunation was at its peak.

After a few minutes, you’d find your answer in an especially unweathered page: Matron, the Aegypius creation deity. Another name was below it whose dialect you’d long forgotten; Your birth tongue. With a tight-lipped grumble, you’d close the book shut before rising to weathered feet. It wouldn’t take a historian to tell you that seeing a goddess in your dreams was a bad sign.

You’d don your belongings quietly, the silence calming against breaths which shuddered your slowly-hollowing skeleton. As you’d slip your bedroll atop your fraying rucksack, you could feel the shifting curvature of stretching muscle which had begun within your shoulders, preparing the form for flight in a day's time. Soon, it wouldn’t be your body anymore. The manacles would join you, shoved hastily within your kit with a stray cloth blocking your fingers from direct contact. You’d feel their burn that evening, once you’d return to the cave later that night.

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With a final glance towards your cavern, you’d set off towards your destination; the ‘Spirit Healer of Bellmoor’, although you could care less if they were a toad masquerading as a human. If they could help you, as it’d become rapidly clear that was necessary, then the hike was worthwhile. It’d take a few hours of travel, weaving through tree trunks as your legs carried you where your wings begged to go. The sky was a saccharine prize, and yet you kept your expression forward- gazing at its majesty would only strengthen your molt’s urge to progress.

You’d take the long road to avoid any prying eyes, or any eyes at all, for that matter. You valued solitude, the one hardened aspect of your species which allowed them to not be culled as soon as they came into existence- it kept your kind mysterious, more of a figment than truth, and kept other Aegypius from tearing each other apart for territory. The healer’s house would come into view a second later. It was wooden and humble-looking, the cabin lit with a warm interior glow from within its small grove. Approaching its brass knocker, you’d clang on the door three times, praying that’d be enough. As the second ticked past, you’d raise your knuckles to rap a second time, but the door opened before you could bother. Behind it, claret-colored irises would greet you, accompanied by high cheekbones, fiery red hair, and an inquisitive glance. You wouldn’t meet her gaze as your own turned downward, your voice roughened from lack of use.

“Are you the healer?”

You’d see her face morph into a cheshire grin in your peripheral, as she’d step aside to allow you further passage into her home. “Yes, I am. Welcome, and come in.”

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Heavy breaths would thunder through the open forest, the woman sinking deftly through the trees, in sight of her quarry. A cavern decorated with slung beading, woven from thin, flexible vines and hollowed, pecked-out rocks. The alcove would’ve almost been homey to Natasha, if it wasn’t the den of a monster. Her longsword would be clasped tightly in gloved hands, held forward as the hunter would skulk towards her prey.

She’d settle her back to the cave’s entrance, a trickle of sweat staining her brow. The chase had been long and arduous, but it was finally complete. With a hardy swing, she’d growl her war cry into the air and-

See nothing. The cave was empty.

Natasha would pant, eyes dilated as she’d grit her teeth in rapidly fuming, silent frustration. Her pupils would bounce from corner to ceiling, taking in the scene before her..the monster had fled. It ran. She’d scoff at that, barking a cruel laugh beneath her breath as she’d coat her fingers in leftover charcoal, pulling her glove off to feel its texture. Crumbled and thick, not weathered terribly by elements..this fire was burned recently. The creature’s departure wasn’t long ago.

Her confidence would only return as she’d trudge outside, noticing escaping footprints she hadn’t noticed prior. In her focus to kill, obviously- she would’ve found them ages ago if she were actually looking for them. She’d smirk to herself, before beginning the hunt anew.

“I’m on your tail, гриф..” Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

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vase-of-lilies · 11 months

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No Tears Left to Cry

❀ Possesive!Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)

❀ Warnings: Established kidnapping, captivity, NON-CON DUB-CON, dissociation, toxic relationship, manipulation, dacryphilia (aroused by someone else crying), restraints, bondage (shibari - the picture linked looks similar but just the other leg is down not tied up:)), BDSM themes, swimming in a lake, threats of drowning, drugging, lying, gaslighting, mind games that you should not play with other people, oral (f receiving), edging, skin carving with a knife (if there are more, please let me know!)

❀ Word Count: 3k

❀ A/N: This is a middle-ish story to that ties together with Coming Home To You! I would recommend reading Coming Home to You first!!!! I got this idea from a suggestion on AO3 (which has MUCH more feedback than Tumblr...) and I am really excited to write this and get everyone's opinions:)

It was you, but less. Your skin lost its color, your hair had gotten thinner, and your walk had less pep in it. Of course, when Bucky brought you here, you didn’t expect him to make you stay. With different intentions, you would have loved to stay forever. Once he started getting selfish, and needy, you were scared. When you didn’t listen to him or rebelled against him, the wrath you had to face from him was unimaginable.

On the first day, it was like any other day. You had gone down to the lake and had such a wonderful time! Just down the road was a beautiful secluded lake all to yourself and Bucky. As you stepped out onto the dock with him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed. "It's so nice to be out here alone with you, away from everyone else." He whispered, kissing up the back of your neck and to your ear.

"It's beautiful up here, Buck. Are Steve and the others coming up later?" You had asked curiously, genuinely thinking that it would be a retreat up to the cabin with everyone.

"No, sweetheart. It's just us. Forever."

You chuckled at his wistfulness and turned around in his arms, nuzzling into his chest. With a maneuver that Natasha had taught you, you easily shifted you and Bucky over the edge and into the cool water below. You laugh heartily and swim over to him, kissing his lips softly as you float together.

It was what anyone wanted in that moment. Alone, in the woods with the one person you love. But Bucky had darker intents than just a weekend get away.

On Monday, the day he said you would be leaving back to New York, he had purposly slept in. You were all packed and ready to go, trying to wake him up. "Come on, sweetheart, just two more hours, wanna hold you." He said as you tried to drag him out of bed. He was much to strong for you, and pulled you into the bed with him, holding you close to him.

"Baby, I have work tomorrow. I already told Clay that I would work overtime this week since I was going out of town." You explained. The mention of your co-worker made Bucky tense up, grasping a tighter hold on you. "I already talked to Clay... and he said you're good for the week." Your brows furrowed, that doesn't sound like Clay.

Lie number one.

"Bucky, h-he wouldn't just let me off the hook. Im his only receptionist."

He rolls his eyes and flips you over onto your back. He gently cups your cheeks and says, "And you're only going to be here another week, so he said it was fine. I wanted to surprise you with a couple more days so we could really feel like we were here forever."

Lie number two.

You smiled at the sudden surprise, and tilted your head. "He really said I could stay another week?" He nodded at your question, and kissed your head.

"I promise, baby. I wouldn't lie to you."

Lie number three.

You took his word for it and relaxed into him, laying on his chest as he cradles your body against his. With the next week to yourselves, Bucky took that opportunity to drill the bars into the windows and install the locks on all of the doors. While you were on the doc, you heard his footsteps behind you and you turned.

"Why don't you come inside, love? It's getting chilly, you look cold." He says, and you try to protest but he's already began to clean up your blanket and the drink he made you. As you stand up, you're hit with a wave of dizziness. Tears stung your eyes as you look to the empty cup in Bucky's hands.

"Wh-what did you d-" your sentence is cut short as you stumble forward away from Bucky. He watches you pitifully crawl away, dirt getting under your fingernails as you drag yourself further away from him.

"Y/n, lets go inside. You look very ill." He says, kneeling in front of your form. Tears roll down your cheeks as you look up at his smiling, god-forsaken face. You whimper as he flips you over, gently picking you up. Your limbs feel like they weigh two tons, but Bucky picks you up like you are nothing.

As the world around you turns to black, your last thoughts consume you. "He lied to me... he hurt me... he's going to kill me..."

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By the time you woke up, it was dark outside and dimly lit in the bedroom where you reside. Not in the bed though. Before you could open your eyes, a rough yet gentle hand ghosted its way across your stomach, and around to your back. You were standing up? It felt like you were in a swaying ship, rocking back and forth as the waves hit the sides, but you were stationary, in the cabin where Bucky is keeping you.

Once your eyes fluttered open, you were eye to eye with Bucky. Who is much taller than you. It was when you moved that you realized you couldn't; with your arms suspended above and behind your head, your right leg had been tied with a rope at the knee, hoisted up pulling your legs apart. Your left leg was kept tied at the ankle connected to a small ring on the ground, your toes barely grazing the hardwood floors beneath them.

He had tricked you, drugged you, and suspended you like a puppet that he is the master of. You tried to speak, but your voice was muffled by the very bandanna you gave Bucky when he began riding his motor cycle. You thought it would be good luck and a token of your love for him.

"Shh, don't talk love. I need you to listen to me." Salty tears fell down your cheeks, and Bucky was fast to wipe them away with his thumbs as he cupped your head in his big hands. Forced to look at him, you let him continue.

"You were too distracted by work, and that man you call a work-husband and I needed you to focus on your actual husband. He won't know you're gone, and no one is going to help you. You are here with me forever." He kissed your gagged lips, and ran his fingers over your perked nipples that sat perfectly with your bound breasts.

He talked to you as you hung helplessly. "Im going to make you feel so good, my love. You won't ever want to leave. You're not ever going to leave." His lips moved down the valley of your breasts and down passed your navel. His large hands kneaded your ample ass, and he pulled your hanging body closer to him.

As he got to your folds, he licked a long stripe down your slit, focusing on your bundle of nerves nestled right at the top. A choked moan left your throat, and more tears fell down your cheeks. "Keep crying baby girl, its making me all hot and bothered..." he joked. You shook your head, but was unable to make him stop.

His fingers teased your entrance and he pushed two straight into you. Sucking in a breath, you whimper at the sudden intrusion. Bucky was quick to ease you by sucking hard on your clit, his tongue swirling in just the right way that made you see white. You tried your best not to moan and give into him, but you failed too quick for your liking.

His stubble burned your inner thighs in just the right way, and when Bucky slapped your ass it made it even better. You allowed yourself to be eaten like a full course meal, no matter how much you hated it.

"Fuck baby girl, you taste so fucking good," he moans beneath you, lapping at your cunt like a starved man. You slick sticks to his lips as he continues to eat you out and it turns you on. Once again, you hated it.

As you felt the rising of your orgasm in your belly, he smirked and pulled away at the last second. You whined when he did not let you cum, and you looked at him as he stood up. "You will cum when I want you to..." He said dangerously, in a voice you knew very well. You nodded in shame and sniffled as he knelt back down and started devouring you again.

You closed your eyes, and allowed him to make you feel good. It was true, he did make you feel good, amazing even. And he treated you like the queen of all goddesses. Even in a time like this, you still felt loved and held by him.

As the feeling of your orgasm formed once again, he pulled away for a split second to say "Cum for me baby, be a good girl and let go." You obeyed him and he unraveled you as you came. He smiled against your cunt and continued to suck hard on your clit as your orgasm ensued.

Once he felt your little bud flutter at the sense of touch, he pulled away. He wiped his mouth and kissed up your body, taking a nipple into his mouth, and followed the rest of your body up to your lips. "You're safe with me, I promise." He kissed a tear off of your cheek and left his lips on your head for a second.

You knew you were safe with him, but it didn't feel like it. He was possessive and when he got possessive, it terrified you. You tried to talk, and he allowed you to pulling the gag from your mouth and around your neck.

"Wh-why," You whimpered, looking at him with sadness and betrayal in your eyes. "Why are you doing this? D-did you hurt anybody?"

He sighed "You are too kind hearted to be out there all alone my love. Don't you see that? The people who are hurt deserve it, especially the people who hurt you. All you need to know is everything is taken care of, and you have nothing to worry about. Ok?"

With no energy to fight, you only nodded and looked down. You sighed in relief as you felt Bucky walk behind you and begin untying your hands. He lowered you to the floor, and as he continued to untie the knots around you, you were scheming. You were not going to stay here like he wanted you to. And you were not going to listen to him no matter how harsh the punishments or consequences are.

"How about you lay down while I make dinner? It's your favorite too. I got the ingredients just for you." He said with a smile, untying the last little bit of rope around your legs. You decided to play his little game, and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, honey, th-that's really kind of you." You say cautiously, not wanting to anger him in any way. He helped you up and you stumbled a little bit, your legs still getting used to being on the ground again. You lean against him and he helps you sit down on the bed. You frown as you see a long chain connected to the wooden leg of the bed, on the end a large metal cuff.

He reached for your leg and you took this opportunity to kick him hard in the face. Blood spews from his mouth as he stumbled back and you made a run for the door. You had jumped over his reaching arm and beelined to the front door. When you got there, you noticed a new addition to the knob. It was a thumb sensor and a pin pad. The bastard talked to Stark? You knew this technology anywhere.

Bucky's booming footsteps made their way out of the bedroom and came closer to you. Before you could think, you were struggling and kicking as his arms wrapped around you, picking you up and pulling you outside of the house. On the side of the cabin was a weather shelter, and he pulled on the doors and threw you down the stairs. You landed on your back, scraping your exposed skin on the little rocks and pebbles that were scattered across the ground.

You screamed in pain, and tried scooting away from the now very angry Bucky. Your bloody back met a solid stone wall and your eyes met Bucky's piercing blue ones. "You little bitch.... I cared for you, I gave you pleasure, I was going to make your favorite fucking dinner! And this is how you repay me??" He shouted at you, making you cower. You didn't dare move, or say anything as he rummaged around the dimly one-lightbulb-lit room.

"All I do- no all I did and continue to do for you, I get a kick in the face. Such an ungrateful little shit!" You, Bucky and even God knew you screwed up. You ruined what solid chance of safety you would have gotten with Bucky and you would soon find out the consequences.

He dragged a white folded table to the middle of the room and grabbed you by the hair. He pulled you to the table and pulled out his six-shooter antique revolver from his pocket. He pointed it at your head and ordered you to lie down on your back. You listened to him, horrified. He grabbed the rough rope from the ground and began tying each limb to the legs of the table, securing your body to the top.

"This is what you deserve, Y/n, this is what you deserve for not being grateful for everything I do for you!" He yelled, making you flinch and look away from him. He pulled his favorite knife from his belt and flipped it open. He straddled your hips and held his hand over your stomach keeping you still.

"You. Are. Mine. Y/n. You are MINE." It took everything in you not to scream as his knife carved into your skin. You failed and your vocal chords ripped themselves apart as Bucky meticulously and strategically etched into your skin.

"Pl-please! I'll I- I'll be go- ah!!!! Ill be good!!! Please!! Ill be good!!!" You sobbed, but it fell on deaf ears. Bucky pulled the bandanna around your mouth again, and you immediately bit into the fabric to take the pain away. Once he was done with you, he had drawn what he called a "masterpiece" on your torso.

"Property of James Buchanan Barnes." Was jagged and bleeding along your waistline, and "JBB" was carved in more jagged letters between your breasts. You were tired and scared, but emotionless as you stared up at the light. Passed the light, passed the roof, and into a place you would rather be.

He got off of you and stood above you at the head of the table. He squeezed your cheeks together and growled, "Next time you misbehave, it's going to be cement on your feet and I'll throw you in the fucking lake. Understand?" You don't answer, your silence is enough of an answer for him. Your mind was somewhere else, anywhere else but here. You weren't listening to anything around you, and you had survived what Bucky gave you.

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It only took one of Bucky's outbursts to scare you into submission, and he did a damn good job of it. You didn't say a word for the next two weeks as he nursed you back to health. He had carefully bandaged your back and knife-inflicted wounds and kissed your skin to get you back to him. He wanted your old self back. He got you, but a different version of yourself.

You were a shell of yourself, and you had silently told Bucky that he won. To try and make you happy again, he had finally made your favorite meal. He led you to the dinner table with a blindfold on and helped you sit down. When he pulled the blindfold from your eyes, you were met with a candle-lit table with [your favorite meal] on the plate in front of you.

Tears fell down your cheeks and you turned in your chair. You wrapped your arms around Bucky's waist and cried into his shirt. He cradled your head and held you close.

"Little one, whats wrong?" He asked as he knelt down next to you. You looked at him through tear-filled eyes and shook your head.

"N-nothing..." A sad and weak smile formed on your lips. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. Not now, an-and not anymore." Your inner thoughts had won, and you had finally broken under Bucky's harsh treatment. He had a smile on his lips too, and he tilted your head up towards his.

"Im so happy to hear that, doll, so so happy." He kissed your nose and followed with a sweet kiss to your lips. "Such a sweet girl... I may even let you go to town and go shopping with me next time." Your face lit up at that and you nodded instantly.

"I will be good, so good I promise, a-and I'll even-" his chuckle cut you off and he responded "Honey, you don't have to do anything but be good. I will take care of you. I promise." And he would, from that day forward you didn't need to leave the cabin. The cuff came off, and you had free reign around the property. He even lets you go to town and do the grocery shopping with him. You learned to tolerate it but when Bucky didn't like you only tolerating it, he made you love it.

Once there were no tears left to cry, you learned to love it.

With Bucky, was captivity really that bad?

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes x f!reader #Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Dark fic #non con #bucky barns x y/n #Bucky Barnes x you #Bucky Barnes x captive reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader

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greekceltic · 1 year

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Blue bread is baked at Stray Temples (usually a farm outside of town) and given out to strays. They don't need more than a crumb to be good for the day. The bread doesn't have to be blue, it just has to be made from sacred wheat. Cat spirits don't need to eat, but if they don't or feel too neglected they turn into other things that range from sad to nasty. (This is probably the origin of some of the creatures you find in the Way and originating from the way, such as tangles, the lost and baby's breath. It bears mention that eating bread isn't good for living cats, but spirit cats eat what they want.

Blue Bread tends to be gritty and not that pleasant to eat because it's usually hand ground and cats aren't big chewers anyway. Alf and Jacky eat it because its convenient. Alf's reasons are somewhat religious (he is hardly devote). Jacky fell into the habit because she didn't have an appetite for a while and already ate like a bird. Now she's always got a small loaf in her bag. She never has to come home from adventuring, what's to lose?

It's popular to impress stories upon the bread. Pictures are sometimes carved into ovens. Sometimes to be baked onto the bread, sometimes for more belief based reasons. The image doesn't have to be clear, it just has to be present to get the desired effect. Real bread ovens have an insulating layer of glass that I think is neat. I don't think that glass melts into a usable disc (wish it did, how cool would that be?) but I'm determined to find a way to make that happen in cat ovens. The disc would be kept after the oven is retired and kept as a memento. Old temples might use their old discs as window glass.

#blue bread #catsway #bread

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rhysintherain · 19 days

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Top 5 archaeological sites in your province

Well, I hope everybody's settled in for an illustrated archaeology infodump, because this one got long...

But thanks for asking, this was fun to put together.

1. Tse'k'wa (Charlie Lake Cave)

Partly because I worked there as a field school TA. Also because it's one of The Coolest sites. Look up the raven burials, they're incredible. Basically it's a rock shelter overlooking a filled in ravine used by Clovis-ish peoples moving north through the ice-free corridor 12,000 years ago. Our work there was looking at the top of the hill above, where the activity might be more recent. This is the home of the northernmost Clovis point in existence, among many other cool artefacts.

It's a very cool place, and you can usually visit if you call ahead and use the driveway instead of the unauthorised path up the bank.

2. Keatley Creek

This site might be the closest thing to a precontact interior plateau city we'll ever find. The house pits are so close together they almost overlap in places. A community this size was possible because of Keatley Creek's prime location on the Fraser salmon run and the nephrite jade celt industry across BC (think like axe blades and chisels, etc.) that they supplied with top quality material. A disaster that impacted the salmon run is probably why the site was abandoned, but they left behind lots of evidence of the good times for us to find.

Here's the site in modern times courtesy of Simon Fraser University:

And this is the inside of a modern reconstruction Lillooet pithouse like the ones those depressions used to be:

3. Hagwilget Canyon

There hasn't been a ton of work done on this site, but oral histories document it as a key trade hub in precontact BC. People from all over the northwest would come to the canyon to trade and socialise annually. And, with all those people moving through, you needed proper infrastructure, such as:

The first (and best, if you ask me) Hagwilget Canyon Bridge.

And here's the new one, in case you need context for how massive a crossing this really was:

This thing was built before white people arrived, from natural materials, and stuck around for generations. It was an incredible feat of engineering, and I'm so glad somebody thought to get pictures.

4. Kilgii Gwaay (Haida Gwaii)

This is a cool site for a bunch of reasons. It's about 10,000 years old. It was occupied before cedar was well established on BC's coast. It was only occupied for about 50 years. It's a wet site with amazing preservation. It's been under the ocean for most of its history.

Once upon a time there were people who lived on a nice little patch of shore between a pond and the sea. They fished in the ocean and hunted bears and drove wooden posts into the ground to make their homes and drying racks. They made stone tools. And then the water came up, slow but unrelenting, and made them leave. The grandparents who held little kids hands as they walked away were probably the people who had first picked this place as a home. Everything we know about them came from the short time they lived there and the things they left behind.

And then the water covered it, and kept bones and tools and wood stakes safe for ten millennia. Only luck and climate and geology working together made it possible for us to find it again. It's like a tiny, perfect Atlantis. I wonder how many generations after heard stories about the village the sea took back.

5. Vancouver Island Petroglyphs

Had to have at least one hometown hit on this list, right? There's rock art all over the place in BC, but some of the ones on the Island are phenomenal. They're pictures carved into rock faces, sometimes flat, sometimes vertical. They tend to heavily feature mythical creatures.

Here's some from Petroglyph Park near Nanaimo:

I like the chalk additions. You can't really damage carvings ground into bedrock and exposed to the elements for hundreds of years with sidewalk chalk, so why not let kids be kids?

This is the petroglyph wall at Sproat Lake Park:

There's a dock set up in front of the wall to view the pictures. They must have been very cool to see from a canoe before the dock went in. Here's a close-up of some of the creatures:

And here's a really big seal near Sooke, BC. Haven't seen this one personally, but it looks amazing:

#archaeology #British Columbia #top 5 asks #thanks for asking!#(you had to know this would be lecture length right?)

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mxnsterbabe · 10 months

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Male Gargoyle/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 2,878 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

A photographer and adrenaline junkie, you climb the bell tower for photos. You don’t expect to find a lonely old gargoyle at the top.

You'd been attracted to the crumbling, ancient bell tower from the moment you set your eyes on it two weeks ago. It was old and a bit eerie, sure, but it held a strange charm that you couldn't shake off. So, one evening, you decided it was time to explore, camera in hand and a spark of adventure in your eyes.

"Here goes nothing," you muttered to yourself, starting your climb up the winding stone staircase. Every step was like a journey back in time. The steps were worn and mossy, but you loved it, the character and history practically seeping out of the stones.

The inside of the tower was musty and cool, the scent of aged stone and damp air mixing together. It was like stepping into a completely different world, frozen in time and untouched by modern hands. The silence was almost eerie, but it held its own kind of charm.

With each step, the wind picked up, whispering tales of the past as it rustled your hair. You reached the top after what felt like ages, the old bell looming overhead, silent and still.

Then, you saw him - the gargoyle, standing tall and watchful over the city. The stone was worn and chipped with age, but you could see the craftsmanship in the delicate carving. The library books you found said that its - his? - name was Larrimore, named after the man who had carved him back in the day.

"You're quite the looker, aren't you?" you said, reaching out to trace the details of his stone wings.

You took out your camera and clicked a picture, the small sound echoing in the quiet night. You leaned against the stone parapet, sitting next to Larrimore, just enjoying the peaceful quiet and the stunning view.

"I bet you've got some stories, huh?" you murmured, looking at Larrimore's stone face. He didn’t reply, of course, but you smiled anyway.

"Nice view, huh?" you said, settling down beside Larrimore. From up here, you could see the whole of Pinecoast, the little country town spread out below like a patchwork quilt of quaint houses and winding roads. The houses were a mishmash of colours and styles, each with its own charm, making you fall in love with your town all over again.

You brought out a sandwich from your bag, taking a bite as you gazed at the lights twinkling below. The cool breeze rustled your hair, bringing with it the scent of blooming wildflowers from the nearby fields.

Pinecoast was small, but from up here, it felt like a whole world. You could see kids playing in the park even as the sun set, and the flickering neon sign of the Sundown diner. You pointed things out to Larrimore, spinning tales about the little quirks and eccentricities of Pinecoast.

"See that house with the bright red door? That’s my place. Over there, that's Harmony Cafe. Best pastries in town. Seriously, Larrimore, you're missing out," you chatted away, forgetting for a moment that your companion was made of stone.

The hours rolled by, unnoticed. The sun had long since set, replaced by a blanket of stars that made the sky look like a vast, twinkling ocean. The town below was quieter now, the hustle and bustle replaced by the soothing sounds of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl.

With a content sigh, you patted Larrimore's stone wing. "Time to head home, big guy," you murmured, pushing yourself up from the cool stone floor. You gave the gargoyle one last pat, and then began your descent, carefully navigating the steps in the dim light.

Downstairs, you took one last look at the tower, its stones glowing softly under the moonlight. "See you tomorrow, Larrimore," you whispered into the night, before turning towards home.

***

The next day, you couldn’t help but hurry back to the bell tower, the memory of last night’s adventure still fresh in your mind. As you approached, you noticed details you hadn't before - the ivy creeping up one side, the way the setting sun hit the stones, casting long, eerie shadows. You took several pictures, capturing the beauty of the bell tower from every angle.

With a newfound familiarity, you navigated the winding stairs, your fingers trailing over the stones, the camera clicking away. You noticed the worn-out engravings, the odd little nooks, the way some stones were darker, perhaps from age or weather. You loved every bit of it, the tower with its years of silent history becoming a subject of fascination for you.

Reaching the top, you once again found yourself face to face with Larrimore, the gargoyle who had become your silent companion. "Hello, handsome," you greeted him, unable to stop the grin that stretched across your face.

You busied yourself with your camera, taking pictures from different angles, trying to capture the majesty of Larrimore. It wasn’t until a few photos in that you noticed something odd. His wings looked different; the angle was wrong, they seemed spread a little wider than you remembered.

You paused, frowning as you examined him more closely. "Maybe it’s the lighting," you murmured, flipping through your camera to yesterday’s pictures for comparison. You squinted at the screen, switching between pictures, but the change was so subtle that you couldn't be sure.

"He's stone, he can't move," you reasoned out loud, laughing off your paranoia. Shrugging, you took a few more pictures, trying to shake off the strange feeling. You even touched his wings, half expecting them to feel different, but they were as cold and solid as yesterday.

You shook your head, clicking your tongue. "I'm losing it," you joked, addressing Larrimore, "your silent charm is making me imagine things." Yet, as you sat down to watch over Pinecoast again, a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Larrimore than you initially thought.

As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you decided to call it a night, leaving the bell tower with a backward glance and a quiet 'goodnight' to your stone companion. The nagging curiosity didn't leave you - instead, it was there, quietly whispering in the back of your mind as you descended the tower. The next visit, you promised yourself, you'd pay extra close attention to Larrimore. Just to be sure.

***

The third visit to the bell tower had you buzzing with anticipation; partly because you were growing fond of your visits, and partly because of the nagging curiosity about Larrimore. As you climbed the tower, you went over your pictures again. Sure, the changes were subtle, but they were there.

Reaching the top, you froze. Larrimore's wings were undeniably different. Instead of being folded neatly at his back, they were now spread slightly wider. And his position... he was closer to the edge than before. Even his expression seemed altered, the stern look replaced with what seemed almost like a... smirk?

"Okay, this is not right," you mumbled, your heart pounding. You inspected him closely, running your hands over the smooth stone of his wings. They felt the same, cold and hard, but the evidence was in front of your eyes.

"Maybe I'm going crazy," you mused out loud, flipping through your photos yet again. Yet no matter how much you tried to deny it, the pictures didn't lie. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that Larrimore was changing.

"You can't move, can you?" you asked, turning to look at Larrimore, half expecting him to reply. "I mean, you're made of stone."

You continued chatting to Larrimore, voicing your thoughts and fears. It was a strange situation, to say the least. You even laughed at yourself, "Imagine if you suddenly spoke back, that would be something!"

With your mind in a whirl, you turned back to your bag, rummaging for your water bottle. That's when you heard it - a sound that made your heart stop. A grinding noise, like stone moving against stone. You froze, every instinct screaming at you to turn around, but you couldn't.

Then, a voice, deep and rough, echoed in the silent evening, "it would indeed be something."

You whirled around, eyes wide in disbelief. He was watching you with an unreadable expression, a hint of amusement in his stone eyes. It was impossible, you thought, it had to be a dream. Yet as Larrimore gave you a small, stone-crafted smile, you knew this was real.

You could only stare, eyes wide as saucers, as Larrimore continued to shift and change before your eyes. You took a step back, the reality of what you were seeing hitting you like a punch to the gut. It was impossible, you thought, your mind a whirl of confusion and disbelief.

His stone exterior began to crack and peel away, revealing scales underneath right before your eyes. They were an array of emerald green and warm brown, glinting under the moonlight. Larrimore’s body rippled and shifted, becoming less rigid and more... real. His features were the same, yet different - softer, more lifelike.

His wings spread wider, no longer the cold, grey stone but a mix of beautiful scales and thin, translucent membranes. They were stunning, taking up more space than his stone form had. The edge of the wings held a shimmer of gold, highlighting each scale, as if each one was a piece of art.

His eyes, once cold and emotionless, were now glowing with life. A brilliant shade of gold, they held an intelligence and warmth that the stone could never capture. His expression was the same, yet somehow even more expressive now - amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched your shocked face.

His body was now a mix of strong, toned muscles under the scales. His tail, once a mere stone appendage, now moved with a life of its own, its tip twitching slightly as he moved.

"What the hell..." you managed to choke out, your mind struggling to keep up with what your eyes were seeing.

Larrimore, now fully transformed, gave a low chuckle. "I suppose I owe you an explanation," he said, his voice rich and deep, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the bell tower.

"An explanation would be nice, yeah," you finally managed to stutter, still trying to take in his new appearance.

Larrimore chuckled again, the sound echoing off the walls of the bell tower, giving it an oddly comforting feel. "My name is Larrimore, as you've been correctly addressing me," he started, his voice warm. "I've been the guardian of this tower and, by extension, Pinecoast for decades. Maybe even centuries, I lost count after a while."

You frowned, listening to his words but still struggling to comprehend. "Guardian?" you echoed, glancing around the abandoned bell tower.

He nodded, stretching his wings a bit before settling them comfortably. "Yes, I was placed here to watch over the town. Keep the peace, so to speak. As the tower fell into disrepair, my strength waned. Being in stone form takes less energy, so I've spent most of my time like that lately."

You took a moment, processing his words. It was a lot to take in. A living gargoyle, a guardian of your town, sitting here chatting with you as if it was a normal Tuesday night.

Despite the absurdity of it all, you found yourself captivated by Larrimore. He was charismatic and funny, his stories filled with a touch of humor that made you smile despite your shock. He was sweet too, apologising for startling you and even asking about your day, genuinely interested in your photography.

As the night wore on, you found yourself slowly relaxing, the initial shock melting away. His voice was soothing, his presence oddly comforting. He was different, otherworldly, and it was impossible not to fall for his charm.

The more you talked, the more you realised that he was enjoying your company as well. He seemed to laugh more, his gold eyes lighting up every time you shared a story. There was a softness to him when he spoke to you, a warmth that hadn't been there in his stone form.

At some point, you found yourself inching closer, your hand reaching out to touch his scales. They were warm, a sharp contrast to the cold stone you were used to. He looked at you then, his eyes soft and you could've sworn you saw a hint of affection in them.

When it was finally time to leave, you felt a pang of sadness. You’re eyes locked with his, which were such a brilliant gold it left you breathless.

“I should go,” you murmured, even as you remained rooted to the spot. “It’s late and…”

Despite your words, your feet seemed to refuse to move. You lingered there, on the brink of departure, a tension building in the air. Larrimore didn't move either, his golden eyes focused on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Something passed between you then, a silent acknowledgement.

For what felt like an eternity, you stood there, staring at each other. The bell tower was silent around you, Pinecoast sleeping soundly below. The only sounds were your shallow breaths and the faint rustling of Larrimore's wings.

There was a palpable energy between you, an unspoken tension that made your heart race and your hands tremble slightly. It felt like you were standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down into the unknown. Instead of fear, you felt a strange sense of calm. Whatever lay ahead, you knew you were ready to face it.

Breaking the silence, Larrimore spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is there something else?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You opened your mouth, ready to deny it, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, you looked at him, really looked at him. You saw his concern, his confusion, and something else, something that made your heart skip a beat. Affection.

Swallowing hard, you took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. This was crazy, you thought, absolutely mad. It felt right, more right than anything else had in a long time.

"Actually, there is," you whispered, your gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips. Taking a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two, your lips meeting his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

Larrimore stiffened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Slowly, hesitantly, he responded to the kiss, his lips warm and firm against yours. It was a gentle, chaste kiss, but it still sent a flurry of excitement through your chest.

Pulling back, you looked at him, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Larrimore looked just as shocked as you felt, his golden eyes wide. Then he smiled, a small, shy smile that made your heart flutter.

"That was..." he started, but seemed to lose his words, a rare occurrence.

"Unexpected?" you supplied, unable to stop the giggle that escaped you.

"Unexpected," he agreed, his smile growing wider, "but not unwelcome."

Before you could say another word, he leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. The world seemed to fall still around you, the only sound in the world was the rapid, thumping beat of your heart.

The kiss started off shy, a slow exploration that made your heart race. As the moments ticked by, it grew more passionate. Larrimore enveloped you, his wings acting as a protective barrier around you. His hand, still cradling your face, was warm, his touch gentle. His other hand rested at the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

Despite the obvious differences in your bodies, you fit together in a way you couldn't have imagined. His scales were surprisingly soft, warm to the touch. His size, so intimidating at first, now felt comforting, a solid wall of strength and protection.

The kiss deepened, both of you giving in to the emotions that had been bubbling under the surface for too long. It was an outpouring of everything unsaid, everything felt. It was passion, it was longing, it was a promise of more.

His lips moved against yours with an eagerness that took your breath away, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. His claws were careful not to scratch, his every move considerate and gentle.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. Larrimore was looking at you, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light. There was a softness to his gaze, a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

"I'll come back," you promised, your voice barely a whisper. "Tomorrow."

Larrimore gave you a small nod, his hand dropping from your face. He didn't step away, though, his body still close to yours, his warmth enveloping you. "I'll be waiting," he said, his voice low.

With a final glance, you turned around, making your way down the bell tower. The night seemed quieter now, the world a blur around you. All you could think of was Larrimore, his kiss, his promise.

And as you walked away, your heart was lighter, a silly grin on your face. You were in love with a gargoyle, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #tag: mxf #tag: male monster #tag: female reader #tag: gargoyle #tag: sfw

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rosemaidenvixen · 6 months

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Master Carver

Ao3

A few more cuts and Hunter set the knife aside, spinning the pumpkin around with a grin “So, what do you think?”

Clover buzzed with approval, hovering around the pumpkin with their image carved into it.

“I think she likes it,” Willow said with a giggle, lifting the pumpkin from the table and moving it to sit beside the other carved pumpkins on the bench. Clover followed, joining the other palismen, Emmeline and Ghost and Stringbean and Owlbert, flying and crawling around their portraits.

Hunter beamed back at her, then grabbed another pumpkin, picked up his knife, and got to work.

“Hey how’s it– whoa!” Luz stopped short as soon as she came into the room, Gus and Amity right on her heels “Dang, your pumpkin carving game is strong!”

Amity leaned down close to the pumpkin with an image of Ghost carved into it, Ghost herself curled up around it “Yeah Hunter these are really good,”

“Of course they are,” Willow folded her arms across her chest, satisfied smile on her face “Hunter is the best up and coming palismen carver in the Boiling Isles,”

Hunter met her eyes and smiled back, a red flush spreading across his face all the way to the tips of his ears, then ducked back behind the pumpkin he was working on.

“A palismen carver carving pumpkins with pictures of palismen, that is so meta…”

“These are cool,” Gus stepped up to join Amity and Luz “But I thought human jack o lanterns are supposed to be scary,”

“Oh don’t worry,” Hunter carved out a sliver of orange flesh from the pumpkin in front of him “This next one is going to be utterly horrifying,”

That got their attention, four heads swiveling towards him.

“What is it?” Amity asked.

Another twist of the knife and more flesh fell away “Only the most grotesque, terrifying creature in all the Boiling Isles and the human realm combined,”

The others were all gathered around the other side of the work table now, craning their necks to try and get a look.

Luz was practically hanging over the table to try and catch a peek “Ok but what is it specifically,”

One more cut and Hunter set his knife aside, grinning up at them “Are you sure? This creature is said to be so unspeakably hideous that even looking upon its image can drive you to madness,”

“I was Grom Queen! I can handle this,”

“Yeah come on dude, you gotta show us now,”

“I feel confident that we can handle it,”

Willow giggled again “Well even if it melts my eyeballs out I still want to see it,”

Hunter smirked up at them and set his hand on top of the pumpkin “Well then, prepare to be…” he spun the pumpkin around in one fluid motion “Horrified!”

For a few seconds the four of them just stared at the pumpkin in silence. Then Amity’s cheeks puffed out, snorting a giggle that turned into uproarious laughter. Less than a second later Luz, Willow, and Gus were laughing right along with her. The four of them laughing and laughing with all their might.

The merriment was contagious as Hunter felt the beginnings of laughter bubbling in his own chest.

“I– I– I– gotta hand it to you Hunter,” Luz managed to get out between laughs “That is the most terrifying jack o lantern I’ve ever seen,”

“Yep,” Hunter patted the pumpkin, sporting an image of Kikimora carved into the side “With this I’m sure our house is going to be the scariest one on the block,”

Another wave of laughter surged through the group, this time Hunter didn’t stop himself and laughed right along with them. All five of them laughing uncontrollably, sides in stitches and tears leaking rolling down their cheeks.

#the owl house #hunter #willow park #huntlow #luz noceda #amity blight #gus porter #hexsquad #halloween prompts #rmvwrites #halloween #tohhalloween

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thesunhatesme · 4 months

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The ghoul’s hobbies - HC

Rain

The packs gamer, he loves to just chill and play his games. He also likes reading and usually listens to a book when he’s playing.

Sometimes he also sits and draws. Swiss has a picture of the pack in his room that Rain drew. Sometimes he’ll even make little comic books, but no one except Phantom knows that though. He read one to Phantom once when he was getting overwhelmed and phantom loved it so much Rain gave it to him and now phantom begs Rain to read all of them.

Swiss

Swiss takes a lot of photos with his polaroid camera so he has so many photos lying around in his room, it’s getting out of hand. That’s why he started making little photo albums. He finds it so relaxing to sit and put together all memories and make it look all cute and homemade

He is currently working on an album each for Phantom and Aurora. Its gonna be about their first year topside and all adventures they went on and all new things they learned about and got to try

Dew

Dew is amazing at origami. He loves it. He made phantom a fairy light with origami bats. He made one for Cumulus with little clouds and attached little beads in strings so it looks like it’s raining colorful drops

He likes sitting with a stack of paper while watching a movie. He tries to make the characters from the movie. He’s watched everyone’s favorite movies and given them the characters.

Phantom

He is OBSESSED with legos. He has some cool sets because he’s a little collector but what he really loves is his massive box with random lego pieces, he loves letting his imagination run wild and come up with his own creations.

He is especially good at building action figures and then making little stop motion clips. He did one about Mountain and a little reindeer once and Mountain still has the little figures on his dresser. Phantom is now working on one special clip for each individual in the pack and a big one about the pack together.

Mountain

Apart from gardening he enjoys carving wood in different shapes. He makes a lot of toys because there is no right or wrong way to do it and Phantom loves them.

He made everyone’s name tag for the bedroom doors and every sign is shaped and painted and decorated do match the ghoul living behind the door.

Cirrus

Cirrus makes stuff out of clay. She makes little mini foods. She has made like every single food in the whole world. Since there so small they are everywhere, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bathroom, even in papa’s office

She also likes making pots and bowls that Aurora can paint

Aurora

She loves to paint and make jewelry. She paints Cirrus’s works because Cirrus doesn’t really like painting. And she uses them to store all her jewelry stuff.

She loves making friendship bracelets out of pearls. Swiss of course has his wrists covered in bracelets that Aurora made

She also makes ear rings out of random things that she finds. Like she did one pair with the keys from a computer.

Cumulus

She likes to use her hands, like crocheting or sewing. Everyone in the pack has at least one stuffy that she made specifically for them.

She’s also amazing at baking. She puts all her love into her baking, the whole pack runs to the kitchen as soon as they hear the oven open.

#dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #the band ghost #cumulus ghoulette #hc

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hammill-goes-fogwalking · 5 days

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Hi! I'd like to know your opinion about Perfect Strangers (it was the first DP album I listened in full lenght).

Mulţumesc ✨🧡

how cool it was your first one, I’d really recommend this one (along w Machine Head) for newcomers. Its pretty catchy and not so confusing… Did you listen to the version with Son of Alerik?

My opinion:

of course, as everyone else would say, DP‘s best album of the 80s, a PERFECT comeback, as the title says. Yes, the band was already famous before the 1984 reunion but Perfect Strangers eventually gave them the image of the legendary, outstanding, forever unforgettable band. It carved the legendary cult band image in stone. (Or should I rather say in Rock-) This album gave them a push into the spotlight of different generations: the old fans who awaited new DP content… & the young ones who missed the heyday hard rock (aka the 80s kids) got to know deep purple. New fans came from the heavy rock/heavy metal scene or the mtv pop scene. What I wanted to say with this is: Perfect Strangers has something for everyone, talking of musical styles

(sorry if you knew this already 🤣)

About the music:

This album is like a chameleon: it creeps in with the gloomy opener …’Back Door‘ which later -if you follow the lyrics- transforms in a silly nonsense song and -if you follow the melody- develops in into a danceable, catchy upbeat song. A serious upbeat song.

Under the Gun, Nobody’s Home, Mean Streak: some dangerous hammond heavy rock follows. Classic, melodic, heavy stuff.

Perfect Strangers: the absolute classic everyone waited for. Evil song.

A Gypsy’s Kiss: imo that’s one of the weakest songs of the album, Ian’s voice sounds a little weak at some points, too

Wasted Sunsets: I dont really enjoy this one, it’s a skip. Why? It’s schmaltzy.

Hungry Daze: autobiographical, fast, hard but not heavy, fav

Not Responsible: HELL YEA. Ian I love you for writing this evil masterpiece. That’s the dancing at 2 am song of the album (my secret favourite track 🌚)

Son of Alerik: a nice refresh in the end, underrated. side note: the album cover suits the music on it SO. WELL. It couldnt be better. And the pictures inside the booklet are pretty nice as well. I have a CD of this so the pictures are kinda blurry :/

…

The Perfect Strangers album is a 9/10 for me. This sounds gross but the diamond could me more polished-

that was my too long statement 🫠

#Deep Purple #Ian Gillan #Ritchie Blackmore #Roger Glover #Ian Paice #Jon Lord

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I need to know more about the 1920s and 1840s cookbooks if you are willing to share! How did you acquire them?

What recipes have you tried and how did they turn out?

Any fun (mis)adventures with them? (Ingredients not sold any more or that don't mean what they meant back then, etc)

Gladly!

(Edit: I am putting this under a cut, as it has gotten very long!)

(I apologise for the state of my phone camera! I tried my best! You drop your phone in a wet trench and it's never the same after...)

So, a few years ago I ended up helping at the bring and buy book shop that ran in my local village, where I was mostly the muscle who hauled around, went through and put out the boxes of books that would get donated (and there were a lot!)

The idea of going through the donations was to weed out books that weren't able to be sold on, whether they were in too poor a condition (mouldy, incomplete), something we already have a million copies of (50 shades), or just wholly unsuitable! (I'll leave that to your imagination!) I didn't mind doing it as I could just pop in my headphones and zone out for a couple of hours.

So, there I was one Saturday, listening to my tunes and sorting through donations when I came across a very old, grungy book, held together with sticky tape and with only its front cover. Now, old books fascinate me, so I opened it up to the copyright page and almost fell over when I read MDCCCXL - 1840! At that point I knew this thing was coming home with me! And for a grand total of 25p, it did!

If you can't see what the cover says, it's 'Domestic Cookery By A Lady.' This is also repeated on the copyright page.

Look! Isn't it awesome? Now, I would love to show you every page, but there's a lot, and I'm showing you two books, so you'll just get the highlights, I'm afraid.

First things first though, here's something that I love about this book.

See that? The pages all still have indents from the printing press, even after 183 years!

The contents! As you can see, this book covers a lot! It's not just recipes. There's directions on carving, guidence on servants ('One is never to retain a cook who is not fond of her occupation.' for instance, and 'A servant must possess a natural regard for cleanliness, or all the pains in the world will never render her cleanly.'), guidence for servants (aka, how to clean everything!) a wide variety of recipes as well as how to pick the best produce and when certain things are in season.

And just as this book couldn't get any more awesome, it's got pictures too!

Go look at that last picture again for me. You see those dark splodges on the right of the page? Know what they are? They're fingerprints! Fingerprints! Proof that somebody touched and used this book all those years ago! You can't tell me that's not awesome!

I will admit that I have not tried any recipes out of this book, so no misadventures, but I love reading them. There are some that I'm not sure I'd even want to try!

Stuffed cod's head, anyone?

Mock turtle soup?

Of course, if you want real turtle, there's also how to kill and prepare one of them...

How to make coffee.

Also, how big is this blooming cake!?

Not to mention the time it will take!

Anyway, Tumblr has a photo limit on posts and I still have another book to show you, so I will leave you with this final remark on cooking for the poor, especially the bit about the crust of bread.

Mmm, yum!

Onto the next book!

It came from the same place as the last, but this time at the grand cost of 30p! (Inflation, y'know?)

This one is a cookery textbook from Strathearn College, Edinburgh. Copyright page says 1925. Cool, right? Ah, but it gets better!

Ann Burlt Oct 9th 1929. She's the original owner of this book! And she made lots of notes, too!

At a guess, these were her favourite recipes, what page they were on and how many eggs they required.

And one she didn't like! I was pretty sure that there was one recipe that was crossed out with a NO! next to it, but I couldn't find it, so maybe I was wrong.

She also amended some recipes:

Additionally, there's also a few extra special things in this book too that I at least got very excited over:

Bookmarks! This one is a scrap of newspaper, sadly no date on it.

A mini booklet regarding changes to telephone charges. Now, remember that this cookbook is from the 1920s.

Look at the second paragraph on the left. 1970. 1970! This book was still being used in 1970!

And this one, which doubles as both a recipe and a bookmark! And must have been in that book for a while as it's stained the page!

I have tried one recipe out of this one, which was a Roly Poly and was very tasty! I would show you but it would seem I have one more image I can add to this post, so instead I will use it to show you something I never, ever, want to have to try, ever!

Sardine Eclaires? Really?

Excuse me while I go quietly vomit somewhere...

Anyway! Thanks for the ask! I love being able to show these off and wildly flail about things that I think are interesting, and I hope you enjoyed the ride too!

#asks #antique cookbooks #history #heather goes on a special interest ramble and drags you along with her #these two books are the best 55p i have ever spent #and one day i will get that 1840s one restored when i can afford it #i don't dare to take off the sticky tape for fear of damaging it

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Fam, I am gonna need pictures. That sounds so cool!

Heads up, this turned into more than just some pictures. It’s a short history lesson as well because this place is cool.

Introducing: Red Rocks Amphitheatre in Morrison, Colorado!

Built in the 1920s, the area was purchased by the City of Denver as part of Red Rocks Park, which is a mountain park also maintained by Denver. Denver then contracted a guy to design the amphitheater. It’s held other names, such as “Garden of the Angels” but everyone calls it Red Rocks because, well…

Pretty much it was carved straight out of a rock and remains mainly untouched since it’s creation save for some general safety things (and a bit of reconstruction in 2020)

(Picture from 1966)

However one of the big new additions in 2015 is the Colorado Music Hall of Fame, a refurbished trading post that honors anyone who’s either from Colorado or have had a massive musical influence within Colorado.

Musicians like John Denver (who’s not actually from Denver despite his name haha) was one of thousands who’s played at this theatre, and recorded songs. The Grateful Dead considered Red Rocks as one of their favorite venues. OneRepublic, One Direction, U2, The Beatles, Carole King, The Blues Brothers, the Lumineers, and The Carpenters are just a few of the big names who have come here. South Park’s creators also came here a few years ago.

Red Rocks amphitheatre is also fairly steep with wide steps for spectators to stand or sit accordingly… or simply to run up and down stairs (you can see it in this in a video that actually got on the Colorado news of a guy running with his dog). This also makes it easier to see over other people. However along with the general safety changes made over the years, they’ve also dedicated 70/196 rows as wheelchair accessible, and the first 3 rows are exclusively for towards anyone with a mobility disability who can’t walk or push a wheelchair too far (everyone else must take stairs up from the main parking lot). There’s also a couple elevators.

Beyond its cool location and historical impact, it’s also really pretty with different lighting. The nice thing about the rocks is that it can easily reflect the concert lighting and still capture the vibe a football stadium or concert hall might. And it’s all outside!

Which means you can be hailed on haha. Don’t worry, it happens more often than you think.

Anyway that’s the short little Tumblr tour around Red Rocks. It’s a rather well known amphitheatre among musical artists, and a must-see should you ever come visit here.

The end!

#thebroccoliresponds #long post #thanks lif!#red rocks amphitheatre

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day 27 of @almost-a-class-act's War Is Helloween prompts!

SAS: Rogue Heroes - David Stirling/Doctor Gamal

Character A cuts themselves pumpkin carving, pie making, or doing some other fall activity; Character B comes to the rescue.

"I'm glad you waited until I got home to seriously injure yourself."

David was sitting on the kitchen floor, cradling his hand as he glared up at Asim.

The kitchen looked like a bomb had exploded. Flour and apple peels were everywhere. There was a smear of butter on a kitchen cabinet. The sink was so full of dishes Asim genuinely wondered where it had all come from; he couldn't remember them owning that many bowls. The oven door was open and a very rustic apple pie was on the floor in front of it–somehow it was still right side up and in its tin despite looking like it had been launched from the oven.

In David's defense, it did smell amazing.

"Let me see." Asim kneeled next to him and gently took his hand. David had already applied bandaids to three separate fingers of his left hand, blood starting to seep through, and there was an angry red burn on his right palm. Asim started to open his mouth, but David beat him to it.

"Yes, yes, 'use the oven mitts instead of a towel'. I know," he grumbled.

Asim smiled and kissed David's knuckles. "Come on, I'll patch you up."

David deflated a little and let himself get helped upright. With a huff he sat down at the kitchen table and hissed as he tried to make a fist with his right hand. "Stings."

"Did you keep it under the tap?"

"Lukewarm, like you taught me."

Rummaging around in their well-equipped first aid kit, Asim's mouth quirked as he glanced over at David. "Good boy."

David couldn't quite hide his pleased little smile.

Because David had done a spectacularly shoddy job with the bandaids, Asim removed them all and administered some more professional wound care, cleaning the nasty cuts and making sure they were bandaged properly.

"I'm almost afraid to ask how you managed to hurt yourself this badly making one single pie."

"Turns out apples have to be cored, peeled, and diced before you can put them in a pie."

Asim winced, picturing David narrowly avoiding taking his fingers off altogether. "Maybe we should just do this together next time you get the urge."

David pouted. "Wanted to surprise you."

"That you did," Asim sighed, rubbing burn cream into David's mildly scalded palm. He caught his eye and smiled. "You're very sweet to make me something."

"Oh, shut up." A blush crept up his cheeks and he looked away. He groaned when he once again caught sight of the carnage he had caused in their kitchen.

"We'll clean it up later," Asim said, kissing David on the forehead before clearing away the first aid kit. "First, I'd like to try that pie you almost killed yourself making."

Miraculously, there were still some clean plates and forks available. Asim retrieved the pie, now cooled, from the floor, and served them both a slice. It immediately fell apart as he took it out of the tin.

"This better be good," David glowered at his plate before clumsily scooping bits of apple and crust into his mouth.

Asim laughed and took a generous bite.

They stared at each other in disbelief.

"What the hell."

"How?"

It was the best apple pie they'd ever tasted.

#war is helloween #my fic #sas rogue heroes #david stirling #doctor gamal

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Unveiling the Mysteries of the M16 Eagle Nebula

In space, there's a beautiful place called the M16 Eagle Nebula. It's in a constellation called Serpens. This nebula is amazing because it has tall pillars made of gas and dust. Astronomers and people who love space find it really interesting. Let's learn more about why this Nebula is special and what scientists have discovered about it.

Discovering the M16 Eagle Nebula

The Eagle Nebula was first seen by a Swiss astronomer named Jean-Philippe Loys de Chéseaux in 1745. But it wasn't until 1764 when a French astronomer named Charles Messier found it again without knowing about de Chéseaux's discovery. Messier named it M16 and put it in his list of things in space that aren't comets.

Located approximately 7,000 light-years away from Earth, in the Sagittarius Arm of the Milky Way galaxy, the M16 Eagle Nebula is part of a region of active star formation known as the Serpens Molecular Cloud. This cloud is a vast complex of gas and dust where new stars are born, and the Eagle Nebula stands out as one of its most visually striking features.

The Pillars of Creation

One of the coolest things about the M16 Eagle Nebula is its "Pillars of Creation". These are huge columns made of gas and dust in space. They're incredibly tall, reaching over 6 trillion miles high! These pillars are like special places where new stars are born. Imagine them as big, cosmic cribs for baby stars. And we got to see them up close thanks to a famous picture taken by the Hubble Space Telescope in 1995.

The Pillars of Creation are giant columns of gas and dust in space. They're shaped by the pull of gravity and the energy from big stars nearby. Inside these pillars, clumps of gas get squeezed together by gravity. Eventually, they become baby stars called protostars. These protostars gather more material from around them and start burning hydrogen in their cores. That's when they become real stars, lighting up the nebula they're in.

The picture of the Pillars of Creation taken by the Hubble Space Telescope is not just pretty; it helps scientists learn about how stars form. When they look at the Eagle Nebula where the Pillars are, astronomers can figure out more about how stars and planets are born.

Stellar Clusters and Nebula Dynamics

Far away in space, there's a place called the M16 Eagle Nebula. Inside it, there are groups of young stars huddled closely together. Scientists believe these stars formed from the same big cloud of gas and dust that made the nebula.

The strong radiation from big, young stars really affects the nearby cloud of gas and dust. This radiation, along with strong winds from the stars, carves out holes in the cloud, making the cool shapes we see. Eventually, these forces break down the cloud, scattering its stuff into space. This clears the path for more stars to form later on.

Observations and Scientific Investigations

Astronomers have looked at the M16 Eagle Nebula using different tools that can see different types of light. They used the Hubble Space Telescope, which took famous pictures of it. They also used telescopes on the ground that can see infrared, radio waves, and X-rays.

Infrared light helps us see through dusty areas where new stars are forming because it can pass through dust better than regular light. Radio observations help us find places with lots of gas and figure out how it moves in these areas where stars are being born. X-ray observations let us spot super hot, young stars and cool events like exploding stars from supernovas.

Astronomers have learned a lot about the Eagle Nebula by studying it using different types of light. They've looked at the colors of gases and dust, figured out where stars are, and watched how the stuff in the nebula moves. This helps them understand how the nebula formed and changes over time.

Cosmic Significance and Future Investigations

The M16 Eagle Nebula is like a science lab in space. It helps scientists learn about how stars are born and how stuff between stars changes over time. By figuring out how new stars and planets form, scientists can learn more about how galaxies, like our own Milky Way, grow and how things like our solar system came to be.

The Eagle Nebula shows us how amazing and beautiful our universe is. It makes people of all kinds feel amazed and curious. The pictures of it are famous and make us think about space. They remind us how we are connected to the universe.

In the future, scientists will keep studying the M16 Eagle Nebula to learn more about how stars are born and change over time. They'll use better telescopes and tools in space and on Earth to look deeper into this amazing space object. This will help them find out more cool stuff and make exciting new discoveries.

Conclusion

The M16 Eagle Nebula is like a beautiful painting in the sky, showing us how amazing the universe is. It has tall structures called the Pillars of Creation and places where new stars are born. Looking at it makes us want to learn more and appreciate the incredible things around us.

When we look at the Eagle Nebula, we remember how small we are compared to the huge space around us. But we're still linked to all the stars and galaxies out there. Astronomy helps us see how amazing the universe is and all the amazing things we might discover beyond what we can imagine.

FAQs

User Is The Eagle Nebula a real thing? Yes, the Eagle Nebula is a real thing! It's a huge cloud of gas and dust in space. It was found in 1745 by an astronomer named Jean-Philippe Loys de Chéseaux. It's about 7,000 light-years away from us in the Serpens constellation. You can see it with a small telescope, especially in July.

What will happen to Eagle Nebula? The new pictures taken 20 years later gave us more information about how fast the pillars are evaporating. There's no sign of a supernova explosion happening in them.

Is M16 in the Milky Way? Yes, M16, also known as the Eagle Nebula, is indeed located in the Milky Way galaxy. It lies within the Sagittarius-Carina spiral arm, which is one of the prominent arms of our galaxy. M16 is famous for its striking pillars of gas and dust, often referred to as the "Pillars of Creatio", which were captured in a famous image by the Hubble Space Telescope.

Is nebula a dying star? Planetary nebulae are like colorful clouds made of gas and dust thrown out by old stars. The James Webb Space Telescope from NASA showed us new things about one called the Southern Ring, things we couldn't see before.

#science #astronomy #space #universe #physics #education #ar 3595 #sol #sunspot #sunspot number #nebula #information #learning #schools #course #night #sky #nasa #galaxy #planet #planets

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In Our Favor

Part 15

McCoy

McCoy walked out of the dorm building, moved away from the door then stopped to look around. He had told Scotty he’d find some of their friends to hang out with. McCoy had also told Scotty to comm him if he needed help moving anything in the room. He pulled it from his pocket and wondered who he should call. After a long moment he shoved it back away.

He turned his face up. The sun was shining, but a cool breeze was blowing. The cadet uniforms might be uncomfortable and make him feel ridiculous looking, but at least they were warm against the chill in the air. He wondered how much cooler it may get during the fall and winter months.

He decided to take a walk. McCoy had gone for many walks on his own before, though only around the palace grounds and forest. Now there was no one to follow him, no security to protect him if a crowd got unruly. A smile spread on his face. Nerves danced in his stomach, but he squared his shoulders and walked.

Scotty had gone over the campus maps with him the evening before and he felt more confident as he walked. His head swiveled to take in everything. He wanted to make Scotty proud and be able to lead him to their shared classes in the morning.

That thought set off another round of nerves. Their first class would be in the morning. McCoy had no idea if he felt ready for it or not. He supposed he would have to be or find a way to at least look like he was.

McCoy crisscrossed the campus, enjoying the time by himself. It was such a new sense of freedom, made all the better that he was just another face in a red uniform. No one he had passed appeared to recognize him as the prince of Georgiares II. Or at least if they did, it wasn’t until after he had passed them.

He turned a corner as he followed the path and was surprised to find himself at a deadend. A semicircle of benches faced a large freestanding wall. McCoy frowned as he moved closer. The wall and benches were surrounded by small flowering bushes.

Across the middle of the wall a carving depicted a starship, surrounded by a field of stars. On either side words were carved in columns.

“Oh!” McCoy’s eyebrows went up as he realized what he was looking at. A memorial to the USS Kelvin. It wasn’t words on either side of the picture, it was the names of the crew who had been killed during its last battle.

“Oh,” McCoy said again, softer. Jim’s father had served on the Kelvin, had gone down with the ship.

McCoy’s eyes scanned the names. George Kirk. He was listed at the top of the right side column. He’d saved most of the crew, his wife and new born son. Jim.

McCoy stood for a few minutes, wondering what it must be like to be Jim. To know his father was a hero, but to never have gotten to meet him. To grow up with his mother gone more often than not and a jerk of an uncle who didn’t care about him.

He turned quietly and headed back up the path. He was interested in getting a better look at the medical buildings. He assumed that was where he would end up spending most of his academy time.

It still gave him a rush to know he was going to become a doctor and not have to be king of a planet. He would be able to help people and save lives.

“Hey!” a voice said as a familiar arm slipped through his.

“Hey Chris,” McCoy said, looking over with a smile.

“Where ya headed?” Christine asked.

“Just out walking.” McCoy gave a small shrug.

“Where’s Scotty?”

Warmth began on McCoy’s face. “Working on a project back in our room.”

“Already?” Christine laughed. “We don’t even start until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well, it’s not really a school project,” McCoy chuckled nervously.

“Ooo,” Christine grinned. “Then what? You’re blushing!”

“I’m not!” McCoy protested.

“What’s Scotty making?” she asked, giving him a smug look.

“He’s trying to figure out how to keep our beds together,” McCoy mumbled. “They won’t give us a bigger one.”

“Just duct tape them,” Christine said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah Chris, I’m sure Starfleet uses duct tape for everything.” McCoy rolled his eyes.

“I was heading over to medical,” Christine said, rolling her own eyes and changing the subject. “I wanted to look around some more, get familiar. Wanna come?”

“That’s actually where I was going too.”

Part 16

Scotty

"Hey there, a bhràthair. I meant to call ye yesterday, but Leah wanted to take a swim after dinner so I didn't make it. How are ye doing?"

Scotty eyed his brother closely and he could see just how relaxed and happy the younger lad looked. Leah was good for him. Whenever he talked about her, his eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Oh, I'm good, thanks. Len and I have already settled in quite well. I wanted to call ye too today. I take it from yer messages that ye enjoy university life?"

Robbie's eyes began to sparkle even more.

"Aye, it's awesome! My courses are great and I made a few friends already. They are all really friendly and all freshmen."

Scotty smiled softly as his little brother went on about the people he had met and they really all sounded like good people.

"What about ye? I mean, ye didn't have any courses yet I suppose, but did ye already meet the other first years?" Robbie asked once he was done with his own story.

Scotty smiled as he thought about Aporal and Cora.

"Aye, we did. There are quite a lot students and, believe it or not, I already found a rival who thinks he can become the best engineer in the whole fleet."

Robbie chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? Well, I'm quite certain that no one can be a better engineer than ye are. Ye're my big brother after all."

Scotty felt the blush on his cheeks and he waved his hand dismissively.

"Ach, stop it, will ye? I'm not that awesome!" He moved his head as if he was musing and then he grinned. "Okay, maybe I am."

Robbie nodded his head in agreement, but it didn't take long for Scotty to let out a deep sigh.

"Still, I have a wee problem to fix and I'm taking far too long to do so."

The younger Scott brother tilted his head in a questioning way.

"Oh, and what would that be?"

Scotty sighed once again, then lifted the PADD up to show his brother the two beds.

"Ah, I see. Now that the two of ye are a married couple ye want and need a bigger bed, huh?"

Scotty nodded and Robbie seemed to think for a moment before his face lit up.

"Oh, I have just the perfect idea!"

And then the two brothers got to work.

When Leonard returned to their room just before lunch, Scotty was done with his project. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and grinned at the huge bed that was standing in the corner of the room.

His husband stared at it in disbelief.

"Wow! Now... that's impressive," he complimented the Scotsman as he wrapped one arm around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Aye, well, I had a wee bit of help," Scotty said with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. After Robbie had sent him the blueprints that he had designed, Scotty had started to work on it instantly with all the tools he had been given.

"It really looks like a double bed," Leonard said, stepping over to eye it more closely and Scotty chuckled softly.

"And, the best thing," he started, pressing a button on the remote control in his hand, "it can change back into two beds."

Leonard took one step back when the bed started to move and soon enough there were two single beds again.

"Woah!"

Scotty grinned at him.

"Ye know, just in case we decide that we want to sleep separately one night."

Leonard's face mirrored the smile and he stepped back over to his husband and pulled him close.

"Oh, I really doubt that that will ever happen," he whispered and leaned in to press a kiss to Scotty's lips.

The Scotsman grinned and as Leonard stated to lead the way, he pressed another button, knowing fully well that now they needed the big bed.

Lunch could wait for them.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

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