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deepwebheatwave · 2 years

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>> FIRST KILL

rating • M (violence)

warnings • gore, violence

vague attempt at rewriting don mitchell's murder. enjoy ^_^

ao3 link, if you prefer

tonight is the night that this shit-filled hypocrite dies.

after the meticulous planning phase was finally over, after all of the research and effort, it was happening. after tonight, the phony conman would lie dead in a pool of his own blood and puke and edward nashton would finally cease to exist. there would be no more edward - only the riddler, above the flaws and eccentricities of a simple man, would exist, and people would love him or fear him or at very least know he was alive. this was for the greater good, but it was for him, too. selfishly he wanted to be the one to fulfill his own prophecy. uncovering corruption was not enough.

he had to be the one to crush it. to feel its entrails pop under the unforgiving weight of his boots.

the fucking idiot didn't even notice him, even though edward was sure his breathing was deafeningly loud. it was cold outdoors, but the rich fuck must have had quite the heating system, because under his layers edward could feel itchy trickles of sweat running down his neck and torso.

what luxury. nights like this, edward remembered lying curled up on the cold floor of the orphanage, feeling his muscles and skin sting and burn. all he could do was plead to whatever god did or didn't exist to please just kill him already.

it's good to know that rich fuckwits like him were cozy and safe during all of that.

he clenches the carpet tucker in his hand so hard that the joints in his knuckles feel like they might snap and break apart.

don mitchell continued to watch the screen, so preoccupied with staying on his throne of shit and sin.

edward thinks of how in a few moments, this repugnant man will have much bigger issues than winning an election. he barely can contain how giddy that makes him feel. all because of him.

the television quiets. don mitchell stands there, unaware of how soon his avaricious life will come to an end.

such a perfect night.

edward lunges forward, unable to contain the guttural shriek that rips out of him. he can feel his vocal cords burn and sting. before he knows it, they're both on the floor. edward lands hard on his shoulder. winded, he writhes and crawls back on top of the jarred man. adrenaline pulses through his veins. he can feel his jugular pounding as if it might pop open.

now now now now now now now now now now

his thoughts repeat like a broken record. the riddler grips the carpet tucker tight, swinging his arm back so hard it crackles, before slamming the solid metal into the man's cranium. the sound is wet and crunchy at once, a sickly sound like stomping on an egg. it only invigorates the riddler even more.

now that he has no reason to hide his presence, the riddler grunts and yells and gasps with exertion, animalistic whines of exhaustion as he continues to viciously bludgeon the tool against the dented head of the man. he only stops when he slams his sore arm down once again and hits a new, unbroken part of skull and the force sends his tool flying across the room. it rolls and clatters, leaving staccato imprints of blood where it bounced off of the fancy hardwood floor.

as the riddler stands on trembling legs, high off of the iron stench of blood and vindication, he wants to smash his foot down on this scumbag's skull and flatten it completely. yet, he's tired and the adrenaline is starting to wear off. he's starting to realize that his metamorphosis has completed. no longer was he the helpless worm. he had burnt away his larval form and been created anew.

it almost felt holy.

the riddler walks with purpose, standing over his fresh kill. unexperienced and too impatient to wait and see, he cannot tell if this son of a bitch is dead or just unconscious. no matter how much blood there was or how many times he slammed metal into his skull, there were no massive open fractures or huge dents that he could see. no matter. a man like this deserved to die slow and in pain anyway. edward might not have had a sadistic streak, but the riddler did, and he planned on nurturing it when it came to judgmental, controlling, heartless men who never left the lap of luxury.

the riddler straddles his kill and lets out a pleasured sigh, cocking his head back and taking in the feeling of being born anew.

however, he couldn't just bask in this feeling forever. he had a purpose, after all.

so, the riddler peels off a long strip of duct tape and gets to work.

#the riddler #the batman #dano riddler #edward nashton #edward nygma #my writing #gore cw #sorry for formatting. mobile

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aru-art · 9 months

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two-headed calf by laura gilpin

#the magnus archives #tma #michael shelley #michael distortion #gertrude robinson #two-headed calf poem #god what a monster of a project this was to work on. ive never finished a comic before #im so happy its finally done #(/s) please direct any anonymous hatemail for this at my good friend @crestofcethleanns he pitched the idea i just visualised it <3 #also tim (the real one not stoker) (i will never get tired of making this joke) ilysm thanks for being my emotional support #my art #2023 #backgrounds #comics #mag 101 #mag 101 another twist #sorry the quality sucks on mobile #i am by no means a comic artist im just a silly little illustrator #so i didnt know the best way to go about formatting this but liked the idea of scrolling through the drawings :)

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mangostarjam · 3 days

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knot happening (part one) — bnha, alpha!bakugou katsuki x f!reader, aged up characters, established relationship, a/b/o dynamics, use of "brat" and "pipsqueak" as pet names, smut in the second part (coming soon), omegaverse!au for the spring fever collab run by @lorelune ! 1.2k words

your new company has some... interesting policies for employee heat cycles. you do your best to find a loophole.

"I can't do it."

"The hell d'ya mean, you can't do it?"

You give your Pro Hero boyfriend and resident alpha A Look. Bakugou Katsuki has the grace to shut his mouth, but he rolls his eyes and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders, yanking you into him on the faded yellow couch you picked out together years ago.

"This is my first heat at this new job, and it's just... embarrassing. Do you know what they do, Katsuki?"

He raises a sharp blonde eyebrow in invitation.

"They..." your voice drops with horror, "they announce it to the whole company."

"Hah?" Katsuki sits up a little, strong thighs flexing beneath his gym shorts. He came in on the tail end of your mental breakdown, finding you pacing in the living room of your apartment with your hands tugging incessantly on your borrowed shirt. "What the fuck?"

"I know," you wail, "it's ridiculous! The president sends out a company wide email explaining your absence, and the HR team sends you a care basket, and the Sales team sets up a pre-heat drinking party! Do you know what's in the care basket, Katsuki?"

"Do I wanna know?"

"It's filled with sex toys, babe! SEX TOYS! From my company! They're branded!"

A spark lights up in Katsuki's otherwise vaguely concerned expression. "Don't they know you're mated?"

"Yes, of course, that was in my file," you wave him off, still seeing horror images of company branded sex toys floating in your mental vision. "I heard from Sasaki in Accounting that the toys are for when your mate needs a break. Y'know, from fucking."

Katsuki's derisive snort is loud and breaks you out of your personal hellhole. "What kinda fuckin' alpha needs a break when their mate needs 'em?"

"Well, not every alpha is a big strong Pro Hero like you," you point out, poking him on one annoyingly firm bicep. The familiar scent of caramel and smoke fills your nose. "And actually, maybe I should ask if they've got any onaholes for when you're the one in heat. Last time I needed another two days to recover."

"Hah?! There's no fucking way I'll use one of those!"

You peer up at your boyfriend reproachfully. "I like being able to walk, Katsuki."

"You don't need to fuckin' walk if I'm carryin' you everywhere, brat."

"Hmm, we'll see," you say. Katsuki's red eyes flash as you tap your bottom lip with your finger thoughtfully. "There's gotta be a way for me to take a week off work without telling them I'm going into heat."

"There's no way you'll be able to avoid it," Katsuki rumbles, leaning forward to catch your finger with his teeth. He nips at it lightly before leaning down more to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. That, more than anything, finally makes your anxiety simmer down. "You always smell so fucking good before it starts. Everyone's gonna notice."

"You're the only one who can do anything about it, though, so you'll have to keep it in your pants or quit picking me up after work."

"Not happening," Katsuki presses another kiss along your hairline and noses into the strands, sniffing deeply. It tickles, and you laugh, trying halfheartedly to shove him off of you. "What else do they give in these care packages?"

"Actually, besides the super cursed sex toys, they include really good snacks and electrolyte drinks to keep your energy up," you say, "and I'm really glad my company is so open about it all, but it's just so embarrassing!"

Katsuki hums, letting you vent out your worries. You look really pretty like this, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, some soft cotton thing that barely covers your perfect ass. He pulls your legs onto his lap and you flop backwards on the couch, moving on from your minor breakdown to sharing a funny story that happened to one of your new coworkers the other day. He had missed hearing about it then, stuck on overtime for a patrol, so he basks in your attention now as the two of you laze around on the couch.

The afternoon passes into evening. It's a rare lazy Monday together — your new job lets you have three day weekends in exchange for slightly longer work days, and Katsuki's patrol schedule happened to line up this week. You're digging into a pint of ice cream after polishing off a plate of his delicious (but spicy) curry and rice when it comes up again.

"What're you gonna do about your heat?"

"Well, I was thinking," you slide your spoon into the thick cream and wave it at him, "I'll still need to use my authorized heat cycle time off, since I want to save my vacation and comp time for real uses, so there's no avoiding the company finding out..."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow and accepts the spoonful of ice cream you're dangling in his face. His tongue pokes out to chase a bit of cream lingering on the edge of his lip and he grins, sharp, at the way your eyes track the movement. "But...?"

You have a feeling Katsuki hasn't fully thought through the horrors of corporate sponsored pleasure items, but you have, and the thought of everyone at your new company knowing you'll be getting fucked within an inch of your life makes you want to shrivel up and die. All companies have policies in place to protect time off for heat cycles, as society couldn't function otherwise, but this is the first place you've worked where impending heat cycles are declared company-wide. Normally it's just marked as time off.

"But they don't have to find out until after it starts, right? So as long as I can get through the pre-heat stuff without anyone noticing, I can avoid the cursed care package and company-wide email!"

"Ain't happening," Katsuki says flatly.

"We've been mated for sooo long now, babe," your gaze flicks up to meet his and you pout. Your boyfriend outright snorts when you start batting your eyelashes at him. "Surely you can resist the pre-heat symptoms this one time? I swear I'll get over my company's shenanigans once I see it happen to a few other people. It's really great how supportive they are, but I need some time, that's all."

"Your heat is in like. Two weeks," Katsuki says.

You pout up at him some more.

"During your last heat cycle we broke the mattress frame when I missed your first few pre-heat days."

"Yeah, but that was because you had that mission that went long," you say. If you could just... convince him... "C'mon, babe, this will be different! You're such a strong, powerful alpha — resisting me will be a piece of cake! Unless..." you pause and scoop another bite of ice cream into your mouth, "you're too weak to resist me."

"Are you callin' me weak?" Katsuki narrows his eyes. You wave your spoon casually and shrug.

"I mean... all you've gotta do is ignore my pre-heat. I'm just an itty bitty omega..."

Getting into a staring match with Pro Hero Dynamight is not on anyone's Top Ten Good Ideas list, but you match your boyfriend's red glare steadily.

"Alright, pipsqueak, you're on," Katsuki scoffs. "We'll see who's beggin' for who by the time your heat rolls around."

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faery-wizard · 1 year

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#wizardposting #wizard #sorry if this looks a bit weird i tried to format it on both mobile and browser

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mashbrainrot · 7 months

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"Did BJ and Hawkeye ever get together when they went home?"

MASHCAST podcast - Rob Kelly (@robkellycreative) & Mike Farrell || Full || Airdate: Sept 29 2021

----(Transcript under the cut)----

Rob: Alright, I'm apologising for asking you this question—

Mike: —no, go ahead—

Rob: —because it's so nerdy, but I— what other opportunity am I gonna have to do this?! And maybe you don't think like this, maybe actors don't think like this, but— in your mind— have you ever extrapolated— did BJ and Hawkeye ever get together when they went home? In your mind?

Mike: Oh, for me— for me, it was an absolute. An absolute. Sure, of course they did. You know... BJ would walk across the country to spend— spend time in Hawkeye's company. And it probably... wouldn't have been as wonderful as he— as he'd hoped it was because, you know, lives had gone in—

Rob: —right! Sure—

Mike: —different directions, but. Yeah, no, I don't think there's— for me, there is no question but that they saw each other again—

Rob: —right—

Mike: —made a point. Made a point of seeing each other again.

Rob: That makes me feel good.

#happy anniversary to my favourite ever mike farrell interview #mike farrell #rob kelly #bj hunnicutt #hawkeye pierce #mash #mash 4077 #mashblr #mashcast #hawkeye x bj #beejhawk #hunnihawk #helen speaks #sorry if the formatting is gross i did this all on my mobile

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warluigi · 1 month

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tumblr miracles are real

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #laios touden #dungeon meshi laios #ignore the ugliness of the mobile format im sorry #delicious in dungeon

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jotaroslooseeyebrowhair · 1 year

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Dp x dc prompt

In a fight, skulker accidentally throws Danny through a natural portal, and now Danny is stuck at Pluto, what the hell you bony bastard?! So now he has to fly all the way back to earth and hope the satellites don’t pick him up, but it’s actually Hal Jordan who sees him, and when later telling the justice league about a glowing boy in space who doesn’t need to breath and definitely wasn’t a lantern, zatanna cuts him off to mention the urgent need of addressing the insane amounts of dead following what feels like an insanely powerful god of death that definitely wasn’t in this dimension the day before. Bats is obviously the first one to notice they’re talking about the same person.

Back with Danny, he can’t seem to find his way around the states with how tired that flight made him, so he crashed down onto a farm on accident, while two sweet parents see this glowing boy fall from the sky and decided yeah. Might as well have another.

Clark, meanwhile, has no clue that the god of death sending the league into chaos is the same kid his parents have been wanting him to meet back at the farm.

#Clark’s got a new brother who just so happens to be ruler of all dead dying and unborn <3 #when the JL follows the death in the air they find ma and pa Kent teaching Danny how to make good sweet tea #they’re all panicked and telling them that this boy could kill everyone on earth with the snap of his fingers and ma and pa are like #but he’s just a little guy #and he liked making sweet tea for us even though he oversweetens it and it’s too watered down #he wouldn’t hurt a fly #Jon LOVES his new uncle #idk y’all go ham #danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #ma and pa kent #clark kent #superman #hal jordon #green lantern #sorry for the weird formatting I’m on mobile

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oceancracker · 3 months

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Hi my name is Dokja Read’er Demon King of Salvation Kim and I read a lot (that’s how I got my name) and a lot of people tell me I look like Yoo Joonghyuk (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Sun Wukong but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a demon king but my wings are fluffy and white. I’m also a constellation, and I run a nebula called Kim Dokja’s Company in Seoul where I’m in the leader (not Yoo Joonghyuk). I’m normal (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly white. I love Mass Production Maker and I buy all my clothes from him. For example today I was wearing a white infinite dimension space coat with a dress shirt under it, black slacks and black shoes. I was walking outside the Industrial Complex. It was cloudy so there were no stars, which I was very happy about.

[A lot of constellations are staring at you.]

I put up my middle finger at them.

#sorry about the weird switching arounf of the name at the start. it looks bad both ways #i have wanted to make this post since i got like halfway thru orv i just kept putting it off #shouts #orv #kim dokja #also the formatting at the end got weird n i cant figure out how to fix it on mobile -.-

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sleepanonymous · 5 months

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is there a solid way to tell apart ii, iii, and iv? i always mix them up : (

Hello Anon 🖤 Ty for the ask. I've actually answered this in this post for III and IV. I'd be happy to go over it again for you here and include II more. I'll be honest, the majority of the time they've been on stage, the three band members have worn literally the same sort of clothes, and it doesn't help that they all have blue eyes either lol. It gets easier eventually, I promise. This might sound odd, but you'll soon start to recognize cheekbones, hand veins, eye shape, and overall mannerisms that the Eepy guys have.

Some quick tells are: II - Drums, double scythe necklace, black painted nails, cola/redbull stains on his mask, short king III - Bass, checkered socks, man bun, stage right, long boi IV - Guitar, black paint stains on his mask (from Vessel's kisses and his own fingers), jewelry, stage left, also a short king

Something I didn't mention in the first post is that there is a single scythe necklace that's been passed around between Vessel, III, and IV. Most recently that necklace has been worn by IV but I wouldn't count it as a valid indicator unless you know who was in possession of the necklace at the time the photo was taken. Rings, on the other hand, could be a valid indicator. I've only ever seen Vessel and IV wearing rings on stage (if I am wrong about this, someone please correct me).

Something I did mention in the other post (and is quite honestly one of my favorite ways to tell the Eepies apart) is utilizing Vessel as a measuring stick.

If the Eepy guy is taller than Vessel, you have a III.

If the Eepy guy is shorter than Vessel, you have a II or IV.

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swordfright · 4 months

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stagger | read on ao3

SUMMARY: Punz and Dream are in their unethical science arc! The rituals are not intricate. The rituals are brutal and unpleasant.

STATUS: Incomplete, 2/6 (?) chapters, 11k words so far

WARNINGS: Human experimentation, necromancy, canon-typical violence, descriptions of corpses. A guy being really weird. Detailed warnings in chapter notes.

#heyyyyyy i finally updated this fic after a full year #check it out if ur so inclined i guess #drunz #stagedduo #c!punz #c!dream #dsmp fanfic #sorry if there are mistakes in this post im formatting on my phone and tumblr mobile is not kind #stagger

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marcheriest · 8 months

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i guess it can't hurt to cross-post some of my process vids here from youtube. here's one of my favorites!

#process #they're formatted to look better on mobile i'm sorry

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saltburn-brain-rot · 4 months

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I haven’t seen much talk about this piece of context yet so I’m just gonna put it out there. This is just brain rot drabble so take it with a grain of salt. I’m not an expert nor am I very familiar with British culture, but I am a gay person that grew up in the late 90s/early 00s in small town USA.

And sociopathic tendencies aside, I can relate a lot to Oliver, as well as Felix, when viewing them through the queer lens. That scene at the party early on at Oxford, sitting so close together in their own world. The small touches. The lingering looks. The tension feels too much to handle. Any formerly closeted queer person that had an intense crush on their best friend growing up probably can relate. You want to tell yourself they feel the same way, that you should just go for it—but you can’t trust yourself, and you certainly can’t make a move in a crowded room of people. It wouldn’t feel safe.

The feeling is too much, so Oliver redirects Felix’s attention to India and Annabel. The “safe” choices. But then when Felix does choose one of them, it hurts. He watches from the window, and later in the final flashback we see he was crying. He believes the truth and depth of his love is only meant for the shadows.

Farleigh has the freedom to be a confident pansexual because he has grown up in New York City with a bustling queer scene. Again I’m not very familiar with British culture, but I can imagine Oxford in 2006/2007 is more in line with the feeling of a small conservative town than the West Village in the early 2000s. Felix seems to accept Farleigh’s queerness, nonchalantly mentioning him sucking off the teachers, but he can’t understand his own feelings for Oliver. He can have any girl he wants and he does, but he doesn’t seem to actually feel anything for them. I used to do the same thing, trying to fool myself into feeling something for the opposite gender.

And the first time I admitted my feelings for someone of my same gender, confessed, and then was rejected? I shoved myself in the closet in shame so hard I convinced myself it was never true and it was all just a silly phase. Like Oliver.

Oliver loves Felix. Of course he does. And Felix loves Oliver. But in the moment neither of them can admit it, at least not truly and all that comes with it. They’re young and dumb and don’t fully understand their own feelings or motivations in a world where they’ve been raised to reject their queerness and strive for the status quo.

But maybe (definitely) I’m projecting.

I’m happy for the younger generations today that can be themselves at an earlier age. It’s only one small aspect of the movie to me, but seeing Saltburn and feeling the yearning and shy coming of age and coming into your queerness, and then how denying yourself can make it all go wrong, hit so close to home.

#saltburn #cattonquick #sorry for formatting issues - posting on mobile #first time posting #please be nice #back on tumblr for the first time in a decade am I doing this right?#lgbtqia #oliver quick #felix catton #farleigh start

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ricksanchezbignaturals · 2 months

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rick and morty stimming // season 1

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hanafubukki · 4 months

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Rereading book 7 translation and it just dawned to me (pun not intended) that Malleus' reaction to seeing baby Silver was "naked monkey".

Naked monkey.

And you know which one is the famous Disney naked monkey? Tarzan. Amazing how the writers manage to slot a reference in this scene. *Two Worlds playing as bgm*

Hello Anonie 🌻💚🌷

Anonie, I hope you know that you chose one of my favorite moments in chapter 5 and one of my favorite Disney movies. How can I not ramble?? You have opened Pandora’s box.

I have seen several tls that have Malleus referring to Silver in different ways? Naked Monkey was one of the first I saw. But also “he’s different, he’s weird, he”s ugly?”

Suffice to say, Malleus has never seen a human before, and possibly, a baby. (If we follow usual fae lore, it’s harder for them to have children but this was never mentioned in twst)

(But I’ll refer to this tls )

Anyways, Malleus looks at this baby who’s crying. And he hums a lullaby. Not just any lullaby, but the lullaby his mother and Lilia hummed to him when he was an egg.

The true love lullaby that we keep hearing throughout the chapters. This lullaby thats always conveying the love the characters have for each other.

Just like Lilia, Malleus also loves Silver, at first sight you can even say. Something that deep and comforting to him, he was able to dig up after centuries of not hearing it.

Silver says it’s a lullaby that he’s heard since he was a child, and if Malleus couldn’t recall it, it means he hasn’t heard it since he hatched.

But then you have Malleus Draconia, who hasn’t heard it in so damn long, hum this lullaby. To Silver?? How can that not be love? Something that comforted him as an egg, he used to comfort a crying silver, and I just 🥹🥹

And then you have Tarzan, Tarzan about a human trying to fit in. Tarzan, a movie about two seperate worlds meeting and realizing, in the end of the day, we are not so different after all. (You know how humans and fae are not so different)

A movie where a mother raised and loved a human, and that human who always loved the family he grew up in.

A movie where Tarzan learns about his roots, and despite it all, he chooses to stay with his family.

Just, Anonie, can you see?? What I am talking about??

And then you have the songs “Two Worlds”

Put your faith in what you most believe in

Two worlds, one family

Trust your heart

Let fate decide

To guide these lives we see

Is this not Diasomnia coded?

Beneath the shelter of the trees

Only love can enter here

A simple life, they live in peace

Can you see?? The cottage where not Lilia and Silver lived, but the place where Sebek trained. The place that was Malleus’ haven, where he helped raised Silver.

This cottage filled with love.

Two worlds, one family

Also, how can I not mentioned my other favorite song:

“You’ll Be in My Heart”

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always

This song is such a Lilia to Malleus and Silver coded song and you don’t understand 😭😭

“You’ll always be in my heart, no matter what they say.”The way the senate tries to seperate Malleus and Lilia 😭😭 but Lilia will always love him. “I will protect you from all around you, just take my hand and hold it tight” the way he kept telling Malleus to hold on and to come out and how he’ll give his everything to him, so don’t cry and you’re not alone anymore. He always thought of Malleus during trips and brought back gifts. He learned to enjoy food because he enjoyed the way Malleus ate.

And then we have Silver, Lilia found a baby in this abandoned castle and chooses to love him. He didn’t know how to raise a human, but he made the choice. He raised that baby, loved him, and trained him. It was always in his actions. Lilia says he would give strength to break a curse and that’s what he did. He held that hand and gave him protection. Don’t you cry, to the baby who woke up and how he’ll always be in his heart. And how when Silver realized his father loved him, he also heard his father’s voice.

(I had soundtrack playing all day 🥹😭)

Thank you for sending this in Anonie 🌻🌺🌷

#answered #anonie ask #sorry for the weird format on tumblr mobile and for some reason lyrics are always weird when you copy and past it on here #hahahah dawned #I love those puns #diasomnia #twst book 7 #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver #silver vanrouge #twst Lilia Vanrouge #twst malleus draconia #twst character analysis

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hydeomonster · 3 months

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Ethoslab/Joel | Smallishbeans, Joel centric, Etho centric, Pirates Au, strangers to friends to lovers, Godblings (Joel and pearl are siblings), boats, running away, written for @hermitshippingbigbang 2023!

Summary

Joel dreams for a bigger life than Boatwright can offer him. When he meets Etho, and a spark comes to life in between them, Joel knows better than to let go.

Something lights up in Joel, a faint fire begging to be rekindled to life; a hope that maybe somebody understands this longing, this immeasurable yearning for a *home* when you're already there.

"Have you ever thought about... about leaving Boatwright?"

He asks Etho that dreadful question, not expecting it would change not only theirs, but the lives of friends – old and new, as they join them in their attempt to run away from their long-dead town.

First chapter of my FIRST hsbb fic out now!!

you wanna read it so baaad oooh you wanna leave a comment oooh!!!

#smalletho #boat boys #joel smallishbeans #ethoslab #hermitshipping #technically #!!!#trafficshipping #double life #double life smp #dlsmp #sorry about weird formatting im on mobile!#ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #hermitshipping big bang #hyde writes

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williamedwardparry · 4 months

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Twelfth-cake and riddles on HMS Erebus

A Twelfth Night celebration illustrated by Robert Seymour from The Book of Christmas (1836) by Thomas Kibble Hervey – note the cake in the left part of the picture and the cards in people's hands.

In his entry for January 6th, 1841 in his Antarctic-journal-slash-autobiography, Robert McCormick (who was surgeon on the Erebus on the Antarctic expedition) makes this reference to a Twelfth-cake eaten by the officers:

Wednesday, 6th. — Being Twelfth-night, all the officers took tea in the cabin with Captain Ross, and partook of a Twelfth-cake, which had been given him in a tin case, and was to have been opened on the 6th of January, 1840, but had been reserved for entering the ice. It was accompanied by the customary painted figures on paper and sugar, with enigmas to solve, which afforded us all some amusement and laughter; to aid which we had a glass of cherry brandy each.

(The age of the cake always surprised me a little, but apparently, according to the 19th century Cassell’s Dictionary of Cookery, fruit cake “will improve with keeping – indeed, confectioners do not use their cakes until they have been made some months; and if a cake is cut into soon after it is made it will crumble.” (x))

I had no idea that “painted figures on paper and sugar” were a customary part of the Twelfth-cake tradition, so I had a poke around the web and was delighted to learn that Twelfth-cakes came with various figurines for decoration. They were made from moulded sugar paste, with some depicting people, some not.

In the Every-Day Book of William Hone (1827), Twelfth-cakes are described as decorated with “Stars, castles, kings, cottages, dragons, trees, fish, palaces, cats, dogs, churches, lions, milkmaids, knights, serpents, and innumerable other forms, in snow-white confectionery, painted with variegated colours”.

An advertisement for “well executed Twelfth-Night characters”, 1842 (The Australian). Queen Victoria’s Twelfth-cake, 1849 (ILN).

The Twelfth-cakes themselves were generally large, domed, and heavy, full of nuts, dried fruits, and spices. Hone, again, calls them “Dark with citron and plums and heavy as gold”. (A recipe from 1802 is available here, and one from 1830 here – the latter promises a cake 12-14 inches across.)

You could also buy sets of cards with Twelfth Night figures and riddles on them, which were sold in packs. In the late 18th century, it was customary for the party to draw lots with the cards – and whichever character a person was assigned, they would have to play until midnight.

An extant pack of Park's Twelfth-Night characters, 1843. (The Puzzle Museum)

The resolution on these is only just about legible, but here's a close-up of four of them and their solutions from the sheet:

Transcriptions: From left to right: SIR OLIVER OGLE. Why is a lover like a gooseberry? BETRICE BOUQUET. When is a cheese most like college? CHARLES CUTEMDOWN. Why are Jews at a feast like a brewer? PATTY PRIMROSE. Why is a dandy like a haunch of venison?

Solutions: He is easily made a fool of. / When it is eaten. [Eton] / He brews [Hebrews] drink here. / He is a bit of a buck.

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Sources:

The Puzzle Museum https://www.puzzlemuseum.com/month/picm08/2008-04-parks.htm

The Dickens Museum blog https://dickensmuseum.com/blogs/charles-dickens-museum/dickens-and-the-spirit-of-twelfth-cake-past-by-pen-vogler

Elizabeth Gaskell House blog https://elizabethgaskellhouse.co.uk/twelfth-night-cakes/

Sydney Living Museums blog https://blogs.sydneylivingmuseums.com.au/cook/let-them-eat-fruit-cake/

Foods of England blog http://www.foodsofengland.co.uk/twelfthcake.htm

Primary sources:

Hone, William, The Every-Day Book (1827) - Project Gutenberg

Kibble Hervey, Thomas, The Book of Christmas (1836) - Project Gutenberg

Kitchiner, William, The Cook's Oracle (1830) - Project Gutenberg

McCormick, Robert, Voyages of Discovery in the Arctic and Antarctic Seas (1884) - Hathi Trust

The Australian, January 8th, 1842 - Trove Newspaper Archive

Illustrated London News, 13th January 1849 - Hathi Trust

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