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watch the world burn
@seethesunny this is for you
#something old something new something borrowed and something blue#their wedding wouldn't look different#ellie helped maria embroider the dress so she adds a little something#raiders attacked Jackson and they couldn't care less about their attire#the dress survived tho#afterwards they returned to tipsy bison and finally had their dance#someone played “i don't want to set the world on fire” as a joke but it was actually very romantic#at least for Tess and Joel#of course everyone got drunk#it was a good day#i would say very memorable#now i realised it gives Dawn of the Wolf poster vibes#vane you are the greatest!!!#tessjoel#tess servopoulos#joel miller#joel x tess
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wedding attire 🎉🎉🎉
#amphibia#yulivia#general yunan#lady olivia#bearoo art#tried to make their outfits fit their og clothes while also matching each other#also smth old: marcy's shell cloak broach#smth new: new flower from the mossman#smth borrowed: marcy's hair clip#smth blue: yunan's handkerchief
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Okay, can I get a hell yeah for bi Buck!! Not trying to step on his moment to make it about Buddie BUT I thought about something this morning and I have to get it out. It's about the interview where Ryan says, “There’s something new for both of us (coming up this season)". Eddie must be very involved in this plot line, otherwise it wouldn’t be something new for Ryan as an actor. If he’s just being a supportive bff, that’s nothing new for Eddie/Ryan. The way he phrased it is sus. You combine that with how they said Tommy would be around for only a little while, and I'm thinking we're getting Buddie sooner than some people think. Those who don't think of this as a stepping stone for Buddie, please, remove head from ass. It's definitely happening, and soon.
#I also keep thinking about the ‘something new’ phrasing#normal phrase so I don’t think Ryan meant anything subliminal about it#but what if it happens at the madney wedding#and instead of her having physical objects for her ‘something old something new something borrowed something blue’#instead she has people or situations#and Buck and Eddie are the ‘something new’ on her wedding day#writers hire me please!#wouldn’t that be cute?#911#9-1-1#911 spoilers#buddie#madney wedding#season 7 spec#bi buck is real
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something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue
#soda.png#better call saul#jimmy mcgill#saul goodman#had this burning a hole into my mind while i was half asleep so i drew it while half asleep.#literally the lateral connections my mind made like something stupid > something old something new something borrowed something blue >#happy marriage or what the hell ever that phrase is for#good luck in marriage. idk#and when i say half asleep i dont mean like falling asleep i mean like i was half asleep like lucid dreaming half asleep
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“Something warm, Something dead// Something borrowed, Something red”
#fandomproperty. Share wherever you want. Please reblog. 🥰
#timothée chalamet#taylor russell#bones and all promo#lff#lff2022#timothee in sunglasses#the actual rhyme is : something old something new something borrowed something blue#the rose-tinted glasses started as a joke but i really like the look on him.
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Cordy: You’re really going to go to Selvadorada?
Ollie: I really am. It’s rare enough that they’ll scout anyone outside of the country, let alone two of us. Be happy for me?
Cordy: I’m thrilled for you, honest! Just going to miss you.
Ollie: AWH. I’ll miss you too.
Carl: I’m just sayin’! If that boy hurts one hair on my precious little girl’s head I’ll castrate him!!!
Gigi: Take it down a notch Dad.
Carl: I’ll be at precisely the notch I see fit!
[wedding march begins to play]
Gigi: Ok, ok. But it’s time. Remember that this is my special day?
#simblr#ts4#ts4 story#the sims 4#the sims 4 story#cortes legacy#the princess and me#the princess and me: act 3#gigi#ollie#cordy#carl#in my head carl has a bit of a southern accent to him#just a bit#the colors are also a lil screwey but gigi's something blue is her nails#her shoes probably be borrowed#dress is new#earrings are old :3
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they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone but for what weve become we ksut feel more alone always weigh what ive got against what i have lrft so progress report i am missing you to death
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something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue
this is a story inspired by one of @catboy-von-seckendorff 's random domestic witches thoughts, specifically part 27 or so. anyways. if you read that you have an expectation of what's here.
kyoko ran up to mami, calling out, "Heeeeyy! Maaaami!!"
mami stopped at the door to her apartment complex, and waited for kyoko to catch up. she was a little bit tense; her past with kyoko was... complicated. but it was something she could put behind her for more important things. she waited patiently as kyoko caught her breath before speaking, "Yuma called me, said to come to your place. Said it was important. Either she's planning something with Charlotte or she just wanted picked up before you got home or something, but either way I came straight here, only to see you right as I arrived,"
she paused for several deep breaths of air before continuing.
"Sorry, I'm rambling. Is it okay if I walk with you the rest of the way?"
mami nodded. "Of course. I don't think they're in danger, though, or one of them would've called us with telepathy. No need to rush,"
kyoko continued taking deep breaths and raised her arms above her head as the pair climbed the staircase to mami's apartment. "Did Yuma give any reason?"
"Nope, just that I had to come and that is was important,"
the rest of the stairs were climbed in silence. when they reached the top, they could see yuma standing in front of mami's door, in her magical girl outfit, holding the shaft of her weapon in one hand. she had a serious look on her face as she looked to the two girls walking in her direction.
"So, what was so important?" kyoko asked, crossing her arms, "Is there a witch in mami's apartment?"
"There's one, actually," offered mami, but she was waved off by kyoko.
yuma shook her head. "Nagi- er, Charlotte said she made an important discovery. She told me to wait outside, then knock when you two got here,"
mami and kyoko shared a look, and didn't even need to use telepathy to share the thought, Charlotte knew we'd be here at the same time?
"Alright, we're here. It's getting chilly, so can we come inside?"
yuma nodded and turned, knocking twice on the door, pausing, and then knocking twice more. there was a few seconds' wait before charlotte's voice called from inside, "Come in!"
yuma opened the door, and stepped out of the way to let the older girls in first.
mami entered first, but froze almost immediately, causing kyoko to bump into her. kyoko shot her an annoyed look before turning to see what had stopped her so suddenly, and she internally rescinded the annoyance.
standing in mami's room, nervously smiling, was sayaka.
except she wasn't quite sayaka. her hair was noticeably wet, putting her golden hair clips a little out of sorts. she had dark circles under her eyes. her right arm had a vicious scar around the forearm, and though less visible, the rest of her body seemed pockmarked with smaller, barely visible scars.
"Sayaka," mami finally breathed. the girl winced, and mami quickly picked up on it, "Oktavia. Sorry,"
"It's okay. I know you're shocked-"
"You look beautiful," kyoko said quietly, "Like a mermaid made human,"
oktavia blushed and nervously scratched at her neck with her scarred arm. "Hey, there's no need for that kind of-"
"Hush. She's right, you're beautiful. I, for one, don't care what you look like. You're my friend, and that won't change, whether you're six feet tall or eighteen feet tall,"
"Whether you're a person or a fish," kyoko added.
oktavia took a deep breath before speaking, "Thank you. Both of you. But more than that," she turned to the little girl sitting cross-legged on the couch, quietly going through a bag of cheese curds, "Thank you, Charlotte, for... well, putting up with me."
charlotte provided a thumbs up as she finished off a curd. "Just because I'm a bit screwy in the head doesn't mean I don't care about you. I wanted you two," she looked pointedly at mami and kyoko, "to be the first to see her like this, but alas, I couldn't exactly teach her without watching. My apologies for that," she bowed her upper body without standing.
"It's been a strange few weeks, but I think I can pretty reliably... shift? is that what you called it?" nagisa gave another thumb up, "Between this form and the more... monstrous one,"
"It's not dangerous?" mami asked.
"Or painful?" kyoko asked, with so much concern that even charlotte, who was barely paying attention now, could pick up on it.
"Negative on both counts. Shifting is... relatively natural. Think of it like melting ice into water, then freezing that water back into ice. It's just another state of being," charlotte explained.
oktavia shrugged. "And now that I've worked through some issues, I like both of my states of being. Having a normal mouth to talk with is wonderful, by the way,"
mami and kyoko shared another look, then turned back to the witches in the room. "Okay, I think this is a good thing. This'll be especially useful if we have guests that aren't... in on this whole thing."
kyoko grinned and shot oktavia a private telepathic message that caused her to turn bright red. "Okay, I don't even want to know what you just told her. Can you at least come inside and close the door? Yuma, stop chattering your teeth, it's not good for them." yuma gently shoved the girls forward, giving herself enough room to close the door and rub her hands together as her weapon and costume vanished.
kyoko got the first hug, but the last was shared.
#pmmm#domestic witches#headcanon#bebe#cheese#nagisa momoe#mami tomoe#sayaka miki#kyoko sakura#oktavia von seckendorff#story#unusually i came up with the title right before i started writing#usually it comes to me in the middle#or at the end#but this time i was settling in#and it hit me#sayaka's old body#oktavia's new body#a reference to sayaka borrowing mami's power wrt baseball bat#and of course blue hair#and pronouns#thank you felix for coming up with this idea#and then they all kissed
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🌱 for the fic title ask?
🌱 Do you have any preferred structures/themes in your fic titles?
ooooo okay- for structure, short answer, kind of, longer answer:
Ficlets:
my first batch of TS!Mighty Nein ficlets = 'In Which Essek and So-and-so Do Thing'
prompt fills = lowercase adjective ending in -ed
Chunky Main Point fics (title case):
generally applicable song lyrics OR a line pulled directly from the C2 transcripts
overall though, puns/wordplay are my go-to if i can't find something fitting xD
As for themes, nothing overarching there, but the titles of Essek & Kingsley fics tend to reference Mollymauk in some way
Thanks for the ask! :D
fic title ask meme!
#nothing is quite as satisfying as a title that just Clicks Into Place#and with regards to puns i'm very pleased with the M-rated ones xD#make me laugh every time#i am always down to explain my titles#also for themes i do have a 'something borrowed something blue' and 'something new something old' and 'something blue something borrowed'#many thoughts#chanswers#nottamoose
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OldNewBorrowedBluealbumic
♥️ - a musicagender based on the album Old New Borrowed and Blue by Slade
❤️ - color picked directly from the album cover
♥️ - requested by no one
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Something Old, Something New
Sorry, don’t really use Tumblr except to see what new stuff’s being posted about my ships, so this’ll be a lame first post.
Anyways, I guess the prompt for this sort of thread thing is “Post a snip of one of your oldest works vs. one of your newest.” In that case, I’ve got a few things for y’all.
(Btw: thx to @n1hila for the tag. If anyone else would like to join, like @mel-kusanagi, you can, but you don’t have to. I’m just a dude lurking in the shade of y’all’s brilliance :) )
So, since I got tagged on the basis of my writing, I guess I’ll start with that.
Writing
The first section is an excerpt from the first chapter of “coNTROL”, the first fanfic I ever published during my early years as a part of the inFAMOUS fandom. I’d initially posted it on Fanfiction.net back in September or October of 2013, but I deleted it from my account there and reposted it to my AO3 five years later. This story sparked my love of writing and storytelling, so much so that I’m working on earning my bachelor’s in Mass Communication/Journalism right now.
The second section is “Phantom”, my latest one-shot. I wrote it as part of the “Codextober” challenge from @orphiceonian, using the prompt “Blade”. I’d intended to follow it up with another one-shot of Loki (or Delus/Luka/Leug, as I would call him using the “Isu” name he would most likely have) meeting Aletheia/Angrboða (Drud/Drutes in “Isu”) during his time apprenticing under Promethus/Consus (Permenos/Setor) at his workshop prior to the War of Reunification* in 1923 Isu Era. However, classes and assignments got the better of me. Perhaps I’ll finish it over this break.
Old:
His brain drummed a maddening beat against his skull as he limped towards the destroyed military truck. Dammit, he cursed. Would this incessant pounding never end? He reached the truck, which had evidence of a firefight or some sort of incindeary devices all over it. The back of the truck was facing him, a box of smoke and flames. Delsin rushed as best he could towards the opening, trying to ignore the oily stench of smoke and burning human flesh.
He saw the shine of a DUP officer's helmet, and ignored it. Why should he care for the oppressive SOB? He peered around and noticed movement through the fumes. He hurried over to the figure and tried to get his attention.
"Sir? Sir, you need medical help." Delsin said to the hunched over man as he clapped him lightly on the shoulder. Don't we all, he reflected bitterly. "I need to ca-".
The man grabbed his arm and held on like a vise. "No!" he shouted hoarsely. "No hospitals! They're never taking me back!"
Delsin tried to wrench his arm away from the madman, and ended up touching his wrist to the stranger's thumb. A roar sounded in his ears, and they flew apart. Delsin hit the ground and slid to the back of the car, bashing his head on the end of a cold metal bench. He barely heard the crack of the man's neck as he slid into unconsciousness.
New:
Wind rushes into me as I come back to myself. Far off in the distance, a sable speck plummets into the spear-din, glinting and crossed. I watch it fall.
Someone is screaming. Somewhere, someone is screaming.
The heat is at my back. I turn to face it.
Ice shoots through my heart.
“ You ,” I sputter, gilded spittle flecking Delus’ scarred visage.
“Aye.” The bastard’s smile is cruel, lit from within with madness. “ Me .”
He goes to pull his dagger from my chest, but I grasp onto his arm in a grip made tight from death. His eyes are full of hate and panic.
With the last of my strength, I cast Gungnir far from me, willing it farther and farther still as I pull the traitor’s blade deeper into myself.
Delus is screaming in my ear, cursing me, my blood, my kin. I close my eyes against the truth as he howls to the roaring winds, crying of his hand in beloved Balthas’ slow death. I close my eyes and call out to the Swayer, drawing it back, back, back-
My blood-brother chokes on his words as Gungir tears through us both, fleeing far to the north. We fall.
The air is thick with cries of “ Zàw! ” and the black scent of death, but my eyes are fixed on his. There are no promises, no oaths to be made in the face of such a sight.
My body is cold now, yet the wound burns all the same.
Delus’ mouth moves, gilded tongue full of venom-
* - The War of Reunification was a conflict that likely would have been analogous to the Aesir-Vanir War of Norse myth. If the conflict was continent-wide, it could have also/otherwise been the basis for the theorized Proto-Indo-European myth of the “war of the functions/foundation”.
Bonus: Art
I’ve been drawing for far longer than I’ve been writing, but I don’t stake any significant claim on it. However, I do have a few pieces in my Google Photos.
Old:
This is a drawing of Delsin Rowe from one of my other (unfinished) inFAMOUS fanfics, a Last of Us crossover titled “The Light”. Had I continued with it, Delsin would’ve looked something like this by (probably) the middle of the story. His right forearm has a green-blue shattered arrowhead, which was supposed to signify the Glass powers he would have gotten at some point in the journey.
This is a drawing of Diana Prince/Wonder Woman, semi-inspired by Christy Tortland/Serena Kenobi’s iteration of her in her “Hunter” Wonderbat series of fanfics. If I’m remembering correctly, I may have based the body off of Gina Carano, but I really should have worked more on Gal Gadot’s face. Either that, or I should’ve just done Jamie Alexander instead.
New:
This is an early sketch of a marble statue of Dagris, a “god-king” deity from a homebrew DnD campaign I’ve been involved with for a few months. We’ve stalled for the moment, so I figured it would be alright to put this out into the world.
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Bonus2: Poetry
Yes, I’m still here. Yes, I’ll be getting out of y’all’s hair in a moment (if you’ve not stopped reading already). Just wanted to leave you with a few snippets of poetry.
Old:
It’s pointless to write these words,
for I’ve dug my grave with my own hands,
with my thoughts,
and they're simply wind to you.
I’m grasping at an image,
A watercolor from the back of my mind.
The paints run down
As the image is washed in the river of thought.
I want to know;
I need to see.
But it’s not for me.
New:
Before me, behind me, above me, about me,
The sky.
Choked by the fideless clouds,
It roils, gelt in fury.
Orcus’ rictus gapes;
Kharon, bowing, beckons,
Cyan cowl stained,
Blotted by woeful waters.
Onward, ever onward;
Through tongueless tears,
Through faned fears,
Through a thousand-thousandfold.
Not so strange,
The fruitless ash,
Maddening horse-gallow.
Not so great,
The landless thorn,
Crossless cedar-hyssop.
Gloryless wanderer,
Sightless sees,
A pitiless gaze,
A manger seiged.
#i don't know how to tag shit#sorry for the long post#something old something new#where's the 'borrowed' and 'blue' stuff#when does that come in#do y'all meme in this area#first post
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got my friend a silver sixpence for her shoe bc she got engaged (and she's estranged from her parents over it) and she told me she's getting married barefoot 😂
#she had never heard of the sixpence either lmao#something old something new something borrowed something blue and a silver sixpence in her shoe#anyway my mom still has hers from her wedding saved for me#and i thought oh dang my friend's mom probably wont give her one so i ordered one for her#but clearly she is ok abt it bc she never heard of that tradition 😂#she asked me what culture it was from#technically yes my grandma passed it down probably from her mom who was irish but i thought it was pretty universally known#anyway this is my clown shoes friend who's highschool bf is paying her rent#i really shouldn't have given her anything but im trying to be supportive in order to preserve the peace in the friend group#but she makes it so hard lol#at least she has a job offer finally#so maybe she will pay a month or two of her own rent before they get married#🤡#anyway she's getting married barefoot outside in two months but has no idea where she's getting married#and yet plans to have invitations out in a couple weeks?#isnt the location supposed to be on the invitations lol#anyway apparently my gesture was wasted but she liked the fancy envelope i put the coin in 😂#i sent her the wikipedia link to the poem lmao#this has been a shitpost
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Marriage keeps coming up as a topic. In jest, in seriousness. Where I am the wife, where I am the former wife, where I'd make a lovely bride. And on occasion, where I'll be a fine wedding guest.
I wanted to marry for love. I wanted that so much. I still do. But when I was perfect for it, I wasn't good enough to be chosen. When I was married, I was a terrible wife. I can't subject anyone to that again. Not until I become better.
But I imagine the futures. I wish for them so terribly. I just won't ever have them.
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The Whole Nine Yards Ep 218 28.5.23 Old.New. Borrowed. Blue. with Roy Stannard on Mid Sussex Radio 103.8FM
The Whole Nine Yards Episode 122 28.5.23 3-5pm
With Roy Stannard
https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/roy-stannard/episodes/The-Whole-Nine-Yards-Ep-218-28-5-23-Old–New–Borrowed–Blue–with-Roy-Stannard-on-Mid-Sussex-Radio-103-8FM-e24qaqd
On Mid Sussex Radio 103.8FM
Sunday 28th May 2023 3-5pm
Old. New. Borrowed. Blue.
In an ethereal concert hall, the stage is set with a grand piano, its…
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#Mid Sussex Radio 103.8FM#Old. New. Borrowed. Blue.#Rare music#reflective music#Roy Stannard#The Whole Nine Yards
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