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Minecraft zombie!!!
#sewing#handmade#minecraft zombie#plushie#minecraft zombie plushie#let me know if y’all want this pattern#super easy to share because it’s just measurements#also idk what’s up with the lighting???#my phone decided it needed dramatic lighting
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Would You Still Love Me? [O.G.]
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x GN Reader
Summary: Feeling insecure about your appearance, you distance yourself from your boyfriend.
A/N: Requested by Anon! I’ve been super busy lately so I’ve only been able to write this up on the bus, on my phone, on the notes app. Please look away from any grammatical/spelling errors 🤭
As you walked into your potions class, you couldn't help but feel a little excited. Not because of the class itself, but because you knew your boyfriend Ominis would be there.
You looked forward to seeing him in every class you shared (which, lucky for you was all of them). There was just something about seeing him concentrate on his work or watching the way he scrunched his eyebrows whenever he encountered a particularly difficult question that made the boring classes that much more enjoyable.
You spotted Ominis at his usual spot at the back of the class, flanked on one side by Sebastian. With the help of his "sentient" wand, he was carefully measuring out ingredients to prep for the class.
As you made your way towards your own desk, just in front of his, you couldn't help but steal glances at him. His hair was slightly disheveled, an oddity for the normally so put together Ominis, but it made him look even more handsome.
"There you are," Sebastian sighed exasperated "Ominis won't shut up about wanting to see you."
You giggled as you sat down at your desk and started to gather your own supplies, before turning around to face the two boys. But before you could say anything Ominis' face caught you attention. While granted, it was a stunning face, you realized something was very, very off. His eyes were no long glazed and pale. Instead, his pupils were a clear blue.
You saw the unfamiliar eyes widen and his normally gentle face morphed into one of disgust. The lips that only ever used to whisper loving words to you were pulled into a sneer “Please tell me this is a joke Sebastian. There is no way I’m dating someone who looks.... like that.” He spat those last words with a venom you’ve never heard from him.
You sat staring at him in shock and joy over the fact that he could see before the cruel words he uttered finally registered in your mind. He didn’t like your appearance? He actually felt disappointed? You felt your vision become hazy from the unshed tears. It was like everything was crashing down.
“Ominis..what?..Why are you saying this?” You started asking before Professor Sharp entered the room and the scene seemed to vanish in your mind.
Panting you jolted awake, a tear trickling down your cheek and hair plastered to your forehead from sweat. You look around the room in confusion before finally registering that the events you just saw were merely a dream. Instead of the cold potions room, you find yourself in your dorm room, surrounded by familiar surroundings that bring you comfort. The cool glow of the night light illuminates the room, casting a soothing light that calms yours nerves. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of shock and betrayal that still lingers from your nightmare.
You notice the familiar Quidditch posters on the walls, the pictures of family and friends on the nightstands, and the sound of your dormmates' steady breathing from across the room. In a dream where the person you viewed as your anchor was unfamiliar, these common sights helped to serve as a reminder that it was all a dream.
Not quite satisfied though, you reach for the pictures on your own nightsand. The bright smiles of your family look up at you from the frame but it's the other photo you have that captured your attention. Ominis had grumbled about taking a group photo when Sebastian had suggested it but one plea from you and he folded. This prompted Sebastian to groan at how easy Ominis was to convince saying he was such a sap. Naturally, this earned Sebastian a stinging hex from Ominis causing brunette to complain about his best friend's "stupid sentient wand". The memories of that day bring a smile to your face as your lightly run your fingers over the frame. Your boyfriend's bright blue eyes from the dream flash in your mind so you go under your blanket to cast Lumos with the photo in hand. Instead of the haunting eyes full of disgust, you see the comforting pale eyes that you fell in love with.
You stop casting Lumos and return the picture back to your nightstand before settling down in your bed once more. While it's clear that everything was a dream, the eyes confirmed it, you couldn't help but feel the seeds of doubt start growing in your chest. You have thought about it of course, if Ominis were able to see, how would he view you? Would he still hold you close or would he be disgusted at the appearance he saw. You had never shared these thoughts with him of course. And while the fact that he liked you for your personality brought you some comfort, people talk. You've heard the snide comments people made when they thought you couldn't hear. Normally, it wouldn't bother you but laying in bed, still reeling from the dream that touched a little too close to home, you couldn't helo but feel your anxiety grow.
A loud snore interrupts your thoughts reminding you that it's still late at night and you need sleep. A quick glance at the clock confirms as much, 4 hours left until daybreak. You sigh burrowing further into the pillow knowing that this sleep will be a restless one.
The morning light from the window and the chirping of the birds wakes you up the next morning. Your dormmates were still asleep but that's go be expected. You wake up earlier than most normally. After getting ready for the day you head down to the common room, the only people down there were those who had passed out after a night of studying. Carefully making your way past them you head to the Great Hall. Some food would do you well after the nightmare of last night.
"[Y/N]!" Sebastian shouts from his spot at the Slytherin table. He waves you over and you notice Ominis visibly perk up at your name. Nightmare Ominis briefly flashes through your mind when you him but you quickly shake the thought away. You make a beeline for the Slytherin table and plop yourself next to Ominis. Hearing the noise to the right of him he looks over and smiles in your direction. You peck him on the cheek (much to Sebastian's annoyance) and laugh as you see Ominis' ears turns a bright red. "Geez, it's too early to see you two snogging."whines Sebastian.
"We're not snogging Sebastian, you're so childish." Ominis retorts.
"Still too early to feel like a third wheel, I haven't even finished breakfast."
You laugh at their antics and grab hold of Ominis' hand before eating.
Breakfast passed by quickly with Sebastian grabbing Ominis and dragging him away to help him with something back at the dorm. Finding yourself alone you decide to head to the library and starting writing your report on Dittany and its uses for Professor Garlick.
"Honestly, a Gaunt settling for THEM? It's embarrassing."
"Agreed, but did you see them yesterday? Their hair was a mess! Completely unworthy of dating Gaunt."
You stopped in your tracks after hearing this conversation and peeked into the corridor to see two Slytherin girls talking.
"Hah!" One of them laughed. "They know they can't date anyone with that appearance. Of course they go for the only blind student."
The other snickered "If Ominis could see them, I just KNOW he'd be horrified that that's the troll he's been dating all this time"
Tears pricked your eyes and you ran back to your dorm so you wouldn't hear more. As you make your way back to your dorm, you feel the weight of the cruel comments bearing down on you. You knew that some people in Slytherin were known for their elitist and prejudiced attitudes, but it still stung to hear those words. You couldn't help but wonder if Ominis would really be disgusted with your appearance if he could see. As you lay down on your bed, you try to push the hurtful words out of your mind. You know that they don't define you, and that Ominis cares for you deeply regardless of your appearance. But the doubts and insecurities still linger, and you find yourself slipping into a gloomy state of mind.
It's only when your dormmates start to stir and chatter that you decide to get up and face the day. You try to put on a brave face, knowing that you have classes to attend and friends to meet. You head to your first class, trying to keep your head down and not attract any unwanted attention. Upon entering the Transfiguration classroom, you spot Sebastian and Ominis already there with the former waving you over. Pretending as though you didn’t notice you decide to go sit down next to Poppy who looks at you in confusion. You could feel Sebastian’s eyes on you and when you look up you see him whispering to Ominis. Your boyfriend looked confused, brows furrowed and a frown on his lips. It looked like he was about to stand up when you were saved by Professor Weasley starting class.
Before Poppy could ask any questions and before Ominis could corner you to ask what’s wrong, you raced out of the class the minute you were dismissed. On your way out you didn’t miss the shock on Sebastian face or the hurt one on Ominis’ when he realized you left abruptly.
After the hurtful conversation you overheard in the hallway earlier, you couldn't bear to face Ominis. The thought of him finding out what people were saying about you and agreeing made you feel sick to your stomach. Just like in Transfiguration, you continued to avoid him for a few days, making excuses not to meet up with him or sit next to him in classes. You knew that he noticed your absence and was becoming more and more concerned, but you didn't know how to face him.
One day, as you were heading to the library between classes, you saw Ominis walking towards you. You, him and Sebastian always hung out in the Undercroft whenever there was spare time so you knew Ominis was looking for you. Your heart started racing, and you felt like running in the opposite direction. But he had already heard your footsteps, and there was no way to avoid him. He told you once that when he becomes more familiar with someone, he’s able to tell who they are just based on the sounds they make when they walk, a skill that was not working in your favour right now.
"Hey," he said as he approached you, his voice soft and gentle. "I've been looking for you. Is everything okay?"
You couldn't look at his face, so you stared at your feet and mumbled a response. "I'm fine, just busy with schoolwork and stuff."
He didn't seem convinced, and you flinched when his cold hands reached out trying to hold your face. "Is something bothering you? You can tell me, you know that, right?"
You wanted to tell him everything, to spill your heart out and let him know how much him being disappointed in your looks scared you, and how hurt you were by the cruel comments people were making. But the words just wouldn't come out. Instead, you shrugged and muttered something about needing to get to class, before you tried to quickly walk away.
You felt terrible for avoiding him, but you didn't know how to face him without breaking down. The guilt ate away at you, and you knew that you couldn't keep avoiding him forever.
Ominis however, wasn’t going to let you keep avoiding him. “Please, please can you just talk to me?” he begged hearing you turn around.
The desperation in his voice broke down your resolve and so you gently reach out and grabbed his hand to lead him over to a nearby bench.
As you both sat down, Ominis angled himself towards you, a pleading look on his face.
“I had a dream.. well more like a nightmare last night.” You explained wringing your hands in your lap before continuing to describe every heart wrenching detail. “And, I know it was stupid and didn’t really let it get to my at first. Until I overheard some girls talking about us.”
“Us?”
“As in our relationship, like how you’re a member of the great Gaunt family but you’re with ME of all people.” Ominis’ faced hardened in anger but you quickly kept on talking so he wouldn’t interject.
“I know but that’s not really what bothered me. It’s what they said next; about how of course the only person I can manage to date is the blind person who doesn’t know what I look like. It- it just made me really insecure about my appearance and that combined with the nightmare I had all became too much.”
“So you think I’d have never even entertained dating you if I saw you face?” He choked out, upset you would even think that.
"I don't care what you look like," Ominis says firmly, "I fell in love with you for who you are, not what you look like.” He groaned “Salazar, I know that sounds cliché, but it's true. The love I have for you was born from your words, actions, and personality. And nothing could ever change that."
You feel tears prick at your eyes, the doubt slowly dissipating from your heart.
He chuckled lightly "I'm sorry for what I said in your dream," he continues, his feeling around to reach yours. "I would never say anything like that to you in real life. I love you, [Y/N], and I always will."
You look into his face, seeing nothing but sincerity and love. You realize how foolish you've been, letting a nightmare get in the way of your relationship with Ominis.
"I'm sorry," you say, your voice choked with emotion. "I should've talked to you instead of avoiding you."
"It's okay," he says, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "I understand. But please know that I'm always here for you, no matter what."
You lean into him, feeling his arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. In that moment, you know that your doubts and fears were nothing but a silly nightmare.
“Hey, Ominis?” You asked wriggling out of the warmth of his arms to intertwine your hands with his once more.
“Hmm?”
“Would you still love me if I was a snake?”
The deadpan look on his face made you double over in laughter.
#ominis gaunt#ominis x reader#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt imagine#ominis gaunt imagines#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy imagines#hogwarts legacy imagine
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Spy, Sniper and Medic with a southern reader
Author’s Note: big thanks to @deathsimage for help with some of these, as they are southern themselves and were able to give me a perspective on what it’s like in the south!
Spy
First of all, all three of the mercs absolutely adore your accent. They think it’s adorable and fits you very well. Spy might have a harder time deciphering some of the idioms or phrases you use than others, however.
Finds your stories of you playing in the dirt catching frogs adorable. However, the thought of him doing that makes him grimace and shudder. Too messy for him. When and if he trusts you enough, he’ll tell you about his own childhood, which will different, still entails shenanigans.
Can’t help but laugh every time you get mad, as your yelling becomes a jumbled mess to him. He shakes his head as you scream phrases like “What in tarnation, I damn near broke my neck!”
In response to you teaching him southern phrases, he teaches you some easy French phrases. You do your best to incorporate them into your vocabulary, and when Spy hears this, he melts internally.
Sniper
Is super enthusiastic about you being from the south and doing all sorts of outdoorsy things as a kid. It means that you wouldn’t be opposed to doing outdoorsy things like camping or catching fish with him.
Tells you about his own childhood, and it’s a bit similar to yours. You bond over shared experiences and memories. Sniper has definitely had a lot of experiences with Snakes, so hearing you wrangled them as a kid impresses him.
You and him have very similar accents so you exchange some idioms with him. You laugh at all the different silly phrases you learn from each other.
You imitate each others accents every so often, bursting into laughter when it sounds particularly accurate. It’s all in good fun and you always make sure that it’s seen as such.
Medic
Is immediately interested in how much time you spent outside as a kid, and wants to do experiments determining if it had any impact on your immunity.
Wrong pronunciation? Wrong pronunciation. He feels comfortable around you because some of the words you say sound different due to your accent, and he’s aware that his accent can do the same.
He also thinks it’s adorable that when you get mad that your accent comes out, just like his does. You giggle at him when this happens, and he does the same for you.
For funsies, he teaches you German words that do not have any direct translation into English, like Backpfeifengesicht (face that begs to be slapped) or Dreikäsehoch (three cheeses high, measurement) so that you two can exchange insults towards the others without being caught.
#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 x reader#tf2 medic#tf2 spy#tf2#team fortress 2 x reader#team fortress 2#tf2 spy x reader#spy x reader#sniper x reader#medic x reader
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So between these two posts taking me out at the knees for different reasons, I now have Corset Thoughts:
Dream is corsetiere and he vends at his local Renaissance Faire. His corsets are all handmade, high quality and absolutely beautiful. He's very popular and his stall is always full of customers, especially because he accommodates so many different body types.
Hob is at the Renaissance Faire with his girlfriend, and it is her goal to get one of Dream's corsets. She's saved up her money, brought her measurements, etc. Hob decides to indulge her and try on one of the men's corsets Dream has available, and he has a million realizations at once about his body and how good it can look in a well fitting corset.
Ultimately, Hob doesn't buy his own corset even though his girlfriend agrees he looks amazing and absolutely deserves to have a nice quality corset of his own. But Hob is saving up money to propose, and he just doesn't have the extra cash to spend it on an impulse. His girlfriend leaves happily with her purchase though and swears they'll be back next year to get her a second one AND Hob's first corset.
One year later, Hob is back but he's alone this time. Turns out they wanted different things in life so they broke up and it's fine. They're still friendly. But Hob hasn't stopped thinking about that corset. Or the gorgeous coset maker at the Faire. And now that he no longer has a girlfriend to buy an engagement ring for, he now has a lot of extra cash to buy himself a corset... or three.
Hi this is so good!!!! I’m super obsessed with corsets in general and I am constantly in awe of corsetieres, their craftsmanship, and their dedication to making things that are size inclusive. The fact that we’re all acknowledging now that men in corsets are fucking incredible is a very good thing indeed.
I’m just imagining Dream’s face lighting up because he remembers Hob from the previous year and was hoping he’d come back. If he’s honest with himself he’s VERY attracted to Hob but he disguises his interest by asking if he can take a few pictures while Hob tries on the various available styles. He’s trying to get as many pictures as possible for his website so he can show that corsets are perfect for everyone! And Hob looks so good, he clearly belongs front and centre in Dream’s new marketing strategy…
So Hob hands over his measurements, and Dream brings out a selection of different designs for him to try. Most are the traditional laced up variety, but he’s also been experimenting with Velcro as some people can’t manage the laces so easy. Hob gushes on about how talented and thoughtful Dream is, and he seems to be completely in his element as he tries each one on and poses for photos. Dream blushes and stammers and asks if Hob’s girlfriend liked her corset? Which leads to Hob explaining about the breakup.
Dream feels a huge sense of relief, and doesn’t feel quite so terrible about the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off Hob’s fantastic tits. The way the corset compresses the fabric of his shirt and makes absolutely sure that his chest hair is visible is driving Dream wild. His hands are shaking so much, he’s not even sure if the pictures he’s taking will be in focus.
Hob finally decides which corsets he’ll be taking home, and he can’t resist kissing the back of Dream’s hand in thanks. And when he cautiously asks if Dream would care to meet him at the mead tent when he’s due for a break, Dream nearly abandons his stall altogether just at the mere offer. Luckily, one of the other vendors offers to watch his stall for a bit, so Hob is able to spirit Dream away just for a little while. Yes, they do spend the whole time making out in a quiet corner, and yes, Dream does finally cop a feel of the Hoboobies.
Hob is about to have sooooo many pretty outfits designed just for him, the lucky bastard. In all fairness, he was absolutely made to wear corsets. Dream definitely isn’t letting him go!
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I am eating your writing because it's so good- can i ask for a ToothFairy yandere profile? Thank you if you decide to do this!!
This is super ooc, but that's okay, because i am baller.
And thank you! :3 I have so many requests I need to do lol
Also! Added a few characters to my write for list (changeling :3)
Pairing: Tooth Fairy x GN Reader
TW: Mentions of non-consensual touching, Kidnapping, NSFW, ooc behavior, and Yandere themes.
Credits for template: @/Cinnamonest
♡What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
Tooth Fairy is very deceiving with how she approaches courting you, she’s able to keep her sparks of jealousy to herself for the most part, preferring to go about charming you as any average person would. It’s difficult to look past her gentle demeanor, she’s skilled at keeping her true intentions hidden from you.
She has a tendency to stalk you, whether the two of you are in a relationship won’t sway her to stop either, she prefers to keep a watchful eye on you. Chances are you won’t ever know of her trips to your bedroom late at night to observe you, her lips only daring to occasional graze, not daring to wake you.
♡How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
She’ll try her best to hold out on taking, but if all her attempts to sway your heart fail, or she decides allowing you roam free is too much of a risk to your safety she’ll just take you.
♡How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
Escaping her is difficult, but it’s far from impossible. She tries her best to keep you under her watch, but she’s a busy woman. While she’s away with her work she makes sure to keep you bound in place, your ankle firmly chained to the bed with little slack.
Tooth Fairy makes sure you receive ample punishment for any escape attempts, dishing out both physical and mental discipline for any escape attempts.
♡How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
Tooth Fairy is smart, chances are she won’t fall for any attempts to deceive her, she easily sees through your lies.
♡How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
Tooth Fairy wants a normal domestic life with you, but since she can’t have that she’ll settle for as close as she can get. She’s happy to provide you with any requested items, as long as they aren’t a harm to you, as long as you keep up your good behavior. She is content to provide freedom to an extent, of course you aren’t allowed out of your restraints when she isn’t there to watch you, but otherwise you’ll be allowed to roam free in your shared home. Supervised walks outside are about as far as she’d allow for outdoor activity, most of the time your confined to the space you both share.
♡What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?
Tooth Fairy doesn’t expect much from you, as you aren’t with her of your own will, but she does want basic respect from you. She expects you to clean up any messes you make, though she rarely enforced the rule. Any mean words or physical threats towards her will be met with the silent treatment, although it is less of a punishment and more of her pouting.
Escape attempts are one of the only reasons she’d actually punish you, rather than any physical punishments, she just restricts your privileges and increases her security measures.
♡How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
She normally doesn’t like to bother with rivals, but if they are a threat to you she won’t hold back on removing them from the equation.
♡How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?
Tooth Fairy is difficult to upset to the point of anger, but if you do manage it’s nothing more than her locking herself away in a room to rant her frustrations on the furniture for a little while.
♡Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?
She sees you as an equal to her in some ways, but she can’t help but infantilize you when it comes to your ability to protect yourself.
♡How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?
She desperately wants her love for you to be reciprocated to some extent, she won’t try to force you to have feelings for her, but she will try to gain your affection as best she can.
♡General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?
Tooth Fairy won't verbally announce her want for sex from you, but it’s easy to tell when she’s in the mood by her touchy demeanor. Sometimes it seems like she can’t keep her hands off of you, her hands constantly touching you in some way, whether it be a hand on your hip, shoulder, or the small of your back she’s almost always in contact with you.
She has a decently high sex drive, though she’s happy to stave her cravings off with her own two hands.
♡How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
She’s not forceful at all, she wants your first time together to be sweet and consensual. Occasionally on nights where she’s observing you in your slumber, she can’t help her hands wandering to places they shouldn’t, of course never further than sensual rubbing and soft groping.
♡What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?
She’s not exactly vanilla, but she won’t attempt to fulfill anything too crazy unless you offer. Somnophilia is one of her main ones, she adores how peaceful you look as you rest and she can’t keep her hands off your lovely body.
♡What body parts of their darling do they like the most?
She doesn’t have a favorite part of your body, she just loves all of you so much.
♡♡
#tw yandere#female yandere#reverse 1999#reverse 1999 x reader#r1999#reverse 1999 tooth fairy#tooth fairy
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Isn't the "Meghan is such a foodie" thing from her Cory days? I remember reading (in Revenge by TBower) that it really annoyed Cory when she started doing that. People who knew her said she took all the talking points from his personality as a professional, avant garde celeb chef and made it her own. Even his signature recipes.
Then back in her Trever days, she went in and on about the craft of movie making and being an insider. Allegedly Trever is a really out going personality, loves to network and is quite slick/glib. People have also said he is super confident, laid back, know-it-all type who is good at his work. So she took that from his personality, learnt the ropes of networking and enterpreneurship from him and launch Tig.
From Jessica, she learnt the ropes of high-end, trust fund baby lifestyle. Used all get contacts and social accumen of knowing the right people, getting in the right circles and curating an 'instagram aspirational' lifestyle (at least superficially) and became a wannabe lifestyle guru.
I won't say she somehow glommed onto Catherine and took pieces of her personality to make her own. I think all of her past cosplays and successful grifting made her believe that she was a better copy of the people she was copying. She measured her success by the print and media coverage she got and from what she made people believe she was. So, she thought being a better Catherine than Catherine herself was easy. And she got mad when she couldn't hack it.
And she couldn't have it because she couldn't control the media coverage. Her PR was limited in face of how much people saw her live, in action at various events. Especially the events she didn't think we're important.
Behind closed doors she could convince Harry that she was a better royal than born royals because he is just dumb that way. If you criticised the people he doesn't like he will love you and that's what she did. But also, the biggest factor in her failure is garty himself.
Had he not been the way he is - with his own issues and grievances and entitlement and resentments and nasty reptilian nature- then she would have successfully become the best royal to ever royal. She would have stayed in the BRF, did her Hollywood thing, been half in/out, made money merching and the brf would have just covered it up for her.
I do think she hadn't counted on Harry having his own 'Hollywood Harry' dreams.
I don't think Harry had Hollywood dreams. His dream appears to have been "British aristo in the US," where literally everything he had in the UK, he had in the US. He had no interest in Hollywood other than using them as replacements for the British aristo circuit he left behind in London. And if you look at everything he's done here in the US, that's pretty much what he's done. Minus the military uniform, Diana-like worship, and Cambridge-like popularity.
Whereas Meghan's dream was legitimately the Hollywood dream - writing, producing, acting like George Clooney or influencing like Gwyneth Paltrow or grifting like the Kardashians. She didn't want the life she had in the UK back here in the US. She wanted the life she had in Canada but with UK finances and here in the US.
And neither was willing to budge on what they wanted. That's the core root (or rot, I suppose) of why they're always failing. There's no compromise about what they want or what they're going to do.
(Contrast that with William and Kate, who have a shared plan built on compromise.)
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Okay there are few things in terms of accuracy about the ancient world that fuck me off more than neglected Wikipedia stubs on obscure people written by users who don’t know what a citation is, but one of them is bullshit about Roman dodecahedrons. A fragment of another one was recently found in Belgium, which means we have to go through the whole ‘YouTube granny solved it lolol stupid academics’ meme shit.
I’m a classicist, but more importantly here, I’m a knitter. And this idea is just fucking stupid. And yes, I am quite happy to elaborate (if you’re prepared to just take my word for this, but still wanna feel good about academics getting shown up by people who are actually experts in their trade, scroll to the end bc there’s an actual one that I love that more people should know about).
So. First things first: this idea was not suggested by some YouTube granny. The first person I can find who posted a video about it was actually this guy, around 8 years ago. The video that lots of people share in relation to this stupid thing is only about two years old.
Next: knitters are a creative bunch. We can figure out how to knit with a lot of different things. Going around declaring things were for knitting just because they can be used for knitting is stupid. Things that could be used for knitting: chopsticks. Combs. Lollipop sticks. Forks.
Third: metal dodecahedrons with holes in them and big balls at each corner are not easy to make. No one is going out of their way to make these complex shapes just for fucking gloves.
Fourth: this shit predates any evidence we have of knitting by literally centuries. We figured out weaving and sewing way before this. Oh, hey. Guess what you can make a pair of gloves with??
Fifth: ‘oh but that guy figured out how they can make an entire glove in one go by using various holes!’ He sure did. Do you know what’s easier than what he’s doing? Sewing things together. (This is foreshadowing for the end)
Sixth: we also have icosahedrons and not all of them have holes. We’ve also found one in a grave among other grave goods. Weird thing to include among grave goods if it’s just a stupidly over complicated knitting tool.
Seventh: dodecahedrons come in different sizes. For this knitting theory to work it has to work for all sizes and it does not.
A demonstration: the height of the biggest dodecahedron we have is 11cm. That means the length of each side is 4.95 (the ratio of height to side length is 1:2.2). Here’s a smart guy explaining the maths. Here’s a calculator that’ll do it for you. (You want to use the Insphere radius to do the calculation and set it to 5.5 (half the diameter, which is the same as the height of the dodecahedron. Maths is cool).
Alternatively just eyeball this dodecahedron I made earlier:
Sides are roughly half the height, right?
SO. We need to knit with pegs that are 4.95cm apart. Now I only have a flat knitting loom, but it works for this demonstration. Irritatingly the pegs are in the wrong place to allow a distance of 4.95 between them, so it’s actually less than that (the centre of the peg should line up with that purple arrow):
So this is actually a cm smaller than the distance of the largest dodecahedrons.
Now, this is what it looks like when we knit with it:
You get a fabric roughly 7.5 cm wide. (Remember: it would be wider bc the pegs aren’t far enough apart) and pretty hole-y.
My thumb is the widest digit on my hands, so let’s measure it:
Just over 6cm circumference.
Here’s what happens when the fabric is wrapped around my thumb:
Huge gaps between the columns of stitches! (Which would be even bigger if the pegs were the right distance apart) And lemme just mention at this point, I am using something between super bulky and bulky weight yarn here. Use thinner yarn and you’re making dainty lace gloves that are useless at keeping you warm.
We can all agree that something this hole-y is not actually good at keeping your hands warm, right?
“But you could then wash it to felt and shrink it and that would get rid of the holes!”
Felting ain’t getting rid of holes that big. And also… just felt a big piece flat and then sew it together.
And don’t you think that if someone figured out they could make gloves with this technique they’d also figure out that they could use them to make hats and socks? No one is making a tool this difficult to make and complex to use just for a pair of gloves.
In conclusion: this is a fucking stupid theory and it needs to die dead and stay dead.
Now: on to the actual woman who you should know about: Janet Stephens. She’s a hairdresser, and/or a hairdresser archaeologist. Using her skill and knowledge as a hairdresser she attempts to recreate Roman hairstyles. There were some hairstyles that archaeologists/historians didn’t think possible. That they must have just been wigs. She called bullshit on that and set about making them. She realised that the problem was that translators had been translating a specific word to mean ‘hairpin’. It can also refer to a needle. As in needle and thread.
So she decided to experiment with what would happen if it meant needle and thread and what happened was she fucking nailed it. She nailed it because she is a hairdresser trying to understand what ancient hairdressers did. Because she had subject specific expertise. Because no academic had thought ‘hey maybe we should ask someone who actually knows what they’re doing with hair whether this is possible or not.’
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Ashkaztra (idk how to tag Tumblrs in asks, sorry) informed me that Norway actually had three proper snake species! So thank you to her!!!
This sent me to the Norwegian herpetological society website, naturally.
And yes!!! The common adder (huggorm), and we also have two utterly ADORABLE ones! One's called grass snake/water snake (buorm), and the third one's called slettsnok, or "smooth snake" in English, and is Norway's only... Ummm. Oh, I forgot the term for the snakes that strangle/choke their prey. Constrictor?
They are also the snake that's most rare to see here, even for herpetologists who go looking for them.
And!!! I was excited to learn that the smooth snake also gives birth to living babies! Again, I forget the proper terminology, but it's one of those snakes that keeps the eggs inside their body the entire pregnancy, and gives birth to entirely egg-free snake babies!
Is that common among snakes??? What are your favourite ovivivi... Something species?
I found this picture on the herpetology society website. It's a smooth snake, and the text says "To measure the length of a living snake isn't entirely easy. The smooth snake isn't entirely happy [about this] either".
Sorry if I'm gushing a bit now! I just... I didn't know we had three real snakes, and they are all so cute!!!!!
Oh, I'm so happy for you, this is great!! Yes, I neglected to mention in your original ask that Norway has three snake species becuase I was so so excited about the cool myth you brought to my attention, so huge thanks to @ashkaztra for bringing that up!
Yes, you're right on, smooth snakes are constrictors! Grass snakes, smooth snakes, and common adders are the three most common snakes in Europe, and if you live anywhere in Europe, there's a decent chance you've got at least one (if not all three!) near you. Not all three can be found all throughout Norway, as you get further North it's just adders, but they're all in the country and they're all awesome!
You're super close, snakes who hold the eggs in their bodies before giving live birth are called ovoviviparous! There are a few truly viviparous snakes, but most snakes who give live birth are ovoviviparous just like smooth snakes. And cool news - common adders are actually ovoviviparous, too! The grass snake is the only egg-laying snake you can find in Norway. Most vipers are actually ovoviviparous, which is super cool, as are most boas!!
I am beyond obsessed with that smooth snake picture, thank you so much for sharing! I love seeing that measuring live snakes is a common struggle no matter where herpetologists go...
I have a question for you now, if you don't mind! In English, smooth snakes are called that because they're the only snakes in a lot of Europe who have unkeeled, smooth scales. Because that's such a distinctive trait, I'm super curious if their name in Norwegian means something similar?
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hello i am new to frevblr and i am confused... many people says saint just was very nice and other says he was not scared to be cruel... which one is the truth?
I think "nice" and "cruel" are not the best way to describe SJ, although he had both positive and negative sides (I mean, don't we all, but he sure seemed to consciously cultivate sternness, particularly in official/political situations).
Cruel - depends on how you understand it. He knew to be severe and inflexible, but not in the sense of idk, liking to torture people or get physical with them or any sort of wickedness of that kind. There are really no sources on him being like that. Even less any sort of sexual violence (which he actually spoke so, so much against, to the point where he was: "Who hits a woman is to be put to death"). So actually I feel this can be an illustration of that severity.
I emphasize this, because he is so often characterized as wicked and enjoying torture or violence, including sexual violence against women. I don't know where this idea comes from.
He was generally polite (as in, following the rules of polite conduct in public), and a bit reserved.
But yes, he was a revolutionary who did not shy away from using legally proscribed measures. Not as much as he is remembered, but he has his share of responsibility for what went down. He was also quick to get offended - he was very proud and he knew to take even some slight offence as if it was a horrible humiliation. I assume it made him not always the most relaxing person to be around.
Now, his colleagues typically descirbed him as cold, stoic, inflexible and unemotional. This is often done as part of demonizing post-Thermidor portraits so they sure have and added layer of negative feelings.
Still, I think it is safe to assume that he did cultivate this cold and stern and inflexible air in politics and the public sphere. I feel he did it consciously, because he was the youngest deputy and he knew what it was like to not be taken seriously on age basis. He wanted to be taken seriously, and he cultivated this image to achieve that goal. (I think he also overcorrected in some ways, but YMMV).
I say "cultivated that image" because his friends claim that he was very different in private. Much nicer and friendlier, and softer. Now, of course, friends' descriptions are also subjective but it is constantly repeated that he was different in private that I feel there was some truth to it. Plus, what we know from his teen years (and writings - Organt my beloved), it reveals a personality that is much more emotional (even to high degrees), playful and sensitive. (He was super sensitive and insecure about different stuff, which I feel reflected on both his good and bad sides). Of course, he was older during the Convention but given friends' descriptions, it seems probable that his character did not completely change. So I do think he was different in public vs private (again, aren't we all, but I think he was a more extreme case of that).
So yes, he was a complex person, and not always easy to understand (from our point at least). The way he is remembered is full of inaccuracies and it's not always easy to figure out what is the real Saint-Just and what are layers of interpretations and propaganda.
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Hi I have some concerns regarding your server. I don't think it's a good idea to have your Outlast server be all ages... Outlast is a very adult game and isn't appropriate for teens to be discussing with random adults in a discord server, even if the discussions aren't necessarily bad, ie just gushing over a character or whatever; it's because of the nature of the game itself that makes it inappropriate. Red Barrels themselves don't want underage ppl interacting with their content either, their website has you put your date of birth in to even look at anything, and their official server actually is 18+. There's a reason why they do that. If there are minors in the server that get upset over not being allowed in anymore, if you do decide to make it 18+, then they can create their own Outlast server only for people their own age, so that its teens talking to teens with less risk of anything sus happening. I could never tell a 14 yr old to stop liking Outlast because I was a 14 yr old who loved Outlast, but being in the fandom and discussing aspects of the game with adults wasn't appropriate for me then and it still isn't now. I'm saying this from experience. Honestly I don't think any discord server even if totally SFW and clean should have both adults and teens in it because theres too mush risk involved. I think having a server for fans of Outlast is great and I'm sure fans in the server are happy with how it is, but making the server safer for both adults and minors in the server would probably make people happier
Hello! Sorry it took me a bit to get back to you, I just saw this today and needed some time to collect my thoughts because I wasn’t exactly sure how to approach this in a way that aligns with my own personal values for the server and also tries to adhere to what you are asking of me. I take the safety of people, especially minors in my server extremely seriously. I also got into Outlast at a young age and have had my fair share of experiences in the fandom with creeps, usually adults or just plain weird people. My server is 13+ to be the most inclusive, while trying to simultaneously make the space as safe as possible for everyone involved. While I agree that there are absolutely sus people in this fandom (more so than others) and that it can be extremely dangerous for minors to even coexist in the fandom with these people, as i’ve literally spoken about in the past, it’s very easy for bad situations to happen. That being said, I personally find it easier and more safe to curate my space in a way where it’s inclusive to minors while also keeping it as safe as I have control over making it. The rules are specifically designed to make sure that weirdos DONT get in, and we have a very active community with moderators enforcing these rules. We don’t allow anything NSFW to get in the server outside of the specified channels, which BY THE WAY are role locked. You HAVE to be 18+ (unless you feel comfortable lying to me which I can’t really control and i don’t want to completely lock minors out of the server just over the potential of a person lying to me which will result in an immediate ban) We don’t allow any sort of discussion about anything NSFW in any channels, including conversations about sex, drugs, etc. The rules are insanely fine tuned to make things as safe as possible, and as of right now myself and mods feel it is safer to keep the server the way it is, than to kick all the ppl who are younger than 18 out to go find some other worse server or make their own which i personally don’t find to be a super safe option either. Here they are more protected imo than if they went to seek out other servers/made one that was ONLY minors. This is my personal stance on the matter, and I understand that this isn’t what you wanted to hear. For that I apologize but I will always be prioritizing the safety of the people in my server in the best way i feel that I can. I feel like under the rules we have and the safety measures instated they are the most safe in this server than one that’s completely lawless and i feel like one minor lying to me about their age is less dangerous than a creep lying about THEIR age to get into a server full of fucking minors. Doesn’t sit right with me, once again I am sorry. I will consider making the server age requirement older and speaking to the mods and members about putting even more safety things in place but like i said I just feel safer with the way things are. My dms are open for concerns btw 🤞 There is more I could say on this but I feel like this gets my feelings across the best way I can :) to me it’s like banning smthn like abortion. (weird example i know) it doesn’t stop ppl from getting them but it just makes for a safer, more sterile environment! Remember it is a FANDOM server at the end of the day and this is a very different situation than Red Barrels putting an age thing on their websites (which ppl can just lie to with yr logic lol)
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I spent two days on this prompt, lol. Yet another story for @grow-bettah's Grumbo Month event! I am still pushing the limits of what counts for these prompts by the way. XD
Day 13: Long Day
He knew the rules well. Hot Guy had impressed them in harshly, the glint of sorrow in his eyes as he’d explained it. Don’t get attached to the tech working with you. Don’t get attached to anybody. That was how they’d get you.
So Cute Guy was rude to the people around him. He was harsh on his technician, who shied away whenever he so much as looked at the man. If the pain of clearly hurting Mumbo got to him, he’d find a puddle to splash himself in and pretend to be someone else. Someone better.
The difference between Grian and Cute Guy was stark enough that Mumbo never noticed their similar height. His tech worked well enough that he never realized it was used against him. Mumbo never suspected a thing. It was perfect, ignoring the fact that Cute Guy had broken the first rule: don’t get attached to the tech.
But Grian wasn’t Cute Guy. He was better.
Mumbo didn’t seem too sure. No matter how much Grian tried to put down Cute Guy for his harsh jokes and cruel flirting, Mumbo always had a defense ready.
Grian saw it as a challenge, digging up more of his terrible deeds to point out to Mumbo. The media caught a lot of it, so it was easy to convince Mumbo that he’d seen it on the news somewhere.
“Some hero,” Grian often said. “How can you be a hero and be so cruel?” It was a question he asked himself.
“I think…” Mumbo would always start, hesitant. “I don’t think he means to be. I think he’s worried about letting people in.”
Grian always scoffed, finding some other way to poke at Cute Guy.
“You just like him because you’re well off,” Grian said one night, the cool surface of window glass against his back.
Mumbo flinched. “Am I? My job is quite demanding, Grian.”
Mumbo wasn’t allowed to share what he did for a living. It was a safety measure. But because Cute Guy knew, Grian knew. And he always suspected it was because of him that Mumbo was constantly exhausted. The glint in Mumbo’s eye only existed when he was with Grian. It was certainly never present around Cute Guy, nor with Hot Guy. Not even Hot Guy’s tech, Cub, could get more than a few words out of Mumbo on the job.
Mumbo was shy, a realization Grian reached rather quickly. He stuttered when he was unsure of something. His laugh held more energy than Grian could ever give.
“What do you do for a living?” Grian asked, the pressure settling over Mumbo like the collapse of a building.
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“Is it dangerous?” Grian pressed further, knowing he was pushing Mumbo’s buttons. “Are you a super hero?”
“Goodness gracious no!” Mumbo smiled nervously. “Grian, please. Drop it.”
“Fine.” Grian tightened his shoulders. He didn’t need Mumbo to tell him. “What’s so demanding about your mysterious job, anyway?”
“Grian.”
“You don’t have to give details! Just like, blame your boss or whatever. Be as vague as you need.”
Mumbo swallowed. “I don’t know…”
“I’ll tell you about my life if you do it,” Grian said, peering at Mumbo from the windowsill. It wouldn’t be hard to tell small truths, like where he’d been before the program decided to use him. It wouldn’t be hard to recall his old life.
Mumbo’s mustache twitched. “Fine. It’s not my boss so much as one of the people I work with. A client, if you will.”
“Go on…”
“He’s…” Mumbo struggled to find words. “Well, he certainly tries to make things harder for me.”
He must be talking about me, Grian decided. Tilting his head, Grian nudged Mumbo into elaborating. “So he’s a jerk.”
“More than that! He’s the boss of a few other people, and I just know he’s rubbing off on them because there’s no way they’d be so-“ Mumbo clamped his mouth shut. “I guess he’s what the good people of the city would call a villain.”
Grian flinched at that. Surely not? If Mumbo was so defensive of Cute Guy, why call him a villain?
“Your turn,” Mumbo said softly.
Grian remained silent.
“Grian, you promised,” Mumbo’s voice sounded small. It tugged at Grian’s heart.
His shoulders sank as he looked into Mumbo’s eyes. “What do you want to know?”
The facility felt cold the next day, when Mumbo walked into the laboratory. Hot Guy nodded to him, the faintest acknowledgement.
It was the most polite anyone ever was to Mumbo. Aside from Grian, of course.
Mumbo swallowed the noise in his throat as he recalled their conversation and the way Grian’s voice sounded dead when he told Mumbo about his life. About the scavenging to survive, about the way his younger brother had succumbed to an illness he couldn’t do anything about. About the way he described the many times he’d been kidnapped for the sake of experiments. Experiments.
Mumbo kept his eyes on the broken visor on the table. Hot Guy burned through these fast, and oftentimes Mumbo was stuck fixing them. Cute Guy’s equipment rarely broke, as his skills lay more in a subtle category.
“On the table there,” a voice said, and it ran chills up Mumbo’s spine.
He kept working mechanically, watching with his peripherals as Hot Guy sighed and jumped up on the table. “Time for more?”
“Don’t backtalk me,” Hot Guy’s handler snapped, black wings flicking out with irritation. “It’d be a shame to have to find you someone new to repair your equipment.”
Mumbo’s fingers worked quickly, finishing up his work on the visor. “Repairs are done,” he said as though he hadn’t been listening to the conversation in the room.
“Good.” The handler didn’t spare him a look. “Now get out.”
“Yes sir.” Mumbo exited, taking a deep breath once he got into the hallway.
Just in time to see the news report. “-receiving word of multiple building collapses, and no heroes are yet in sight. Most of the Lower East Side has been completely destroyed. We advise everyone to evacuate to the Higher West Side if at all possible to avoid further tragedy.”
Mumbo’s hand shot to the pager at his belt. “Cute Guy, do you copy?”
No response.
Mumbo tried to calm his trembling as he tried again. “Cute Guy?” Please answer. Of all the times to ignore me, now is not one of them. Grian lived there. Grian worked there. He was in danger, and Cute Guy wouldn’t spare Mumbo the time to ask for help.
“Cute Guy, do you copy?” Mumbo’s voice thickened with tears as the news continued. “Cute Guy, please answer me.”
Determining that this was not going to work, Mumbo stormed back into the lab. Hot Guy met his gaze solidly, his muscles tense as the handler inserted a needle into his arm. The handler whirled on Mumbo immediately, shouting at him to get out.
“This is an emergency,” Mumbo stated, his voice quavering. “For one thing, Cute Guy won’t answer his communicator, and for another, something has gone wrong on the Lower East Side. They need a hero out there. Cute Guy is unresponsive, meaning whatever you’re up to needs to wait. There are civilian lives at risk.”
Hot Guy’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing. The handler glowered at Mumbo. “Cute Guy is unresponsive?”
“To my pager, yes. I am not entirely sure where he is.” Truthfully, Mumbo hadn’t even thought to look for Cute Guy. The hero avoided him like the plague unless he needed something, and even then, he was harsh and snippy. Hot Guy was right here, so he was the faster option regardless. Especially if Cute Guy stubbornly refused to respond to communication.
The handler walked toward Mumbo, his grey eyes darkening to something more akin to black. “You are to go find Cute Guy and report back to me.”
“But the Lower East Side-“
“You are to go find Cute Guy.” Wings bristling, the handler grabbed Mumbo’s shoulder. His talons sank deep enough to draw blood. “Is that clear?”
Mumbo shot Hot Guy a look. The hero shrugged at him. He was in no position to resist either, clearly. “That is clear. I’ll find Cute Guy.”
The handler stared at him for another moment. “One more instance of this insubordination, and you’re out.”
“I don’t work for you,” Mumbo snapped, unthinking. Hot Guy betrayed the slightest wince.
The handler’s grip tightened. “I think you’ll find that crossing me will be very unpleasant for you, Mumbo Jumbo.”
“Yes sir.” Mumbo was nearly shaking with his own rage now. Grian could be dead on the pavement for all this man cared, but all he could think about was Cute Guy.
“Answer your damn comms, mate!” Mumbo practically shouted into the pager when he was alone. “Where are you?”
No response.
“Cute Guy!” Mumbo yelled into the pager.
“Why are you so loud?” Cub asked, plugging his ears as he approached Mumbo.
“Cute Guy won’t answer his comms, and the Lower East Side needs a hero right about now.” Mumbo scowled at Cub. “And apparently no one in this building even knows or cares.”
“What are you talking about?” Cub blinked, pulling his fingers from his ears. “We would’ve heard something by now-“
Mumbo pointed silently at the hall broadcast, something implemented into every hallway to ensure that everyone was constantly updated on the events around the city. Images of crumbled buildings and bodies littered the screen. Mumbo’s stomach heaved as he saw the smashed remains of a child’s doll, splattered with blood, in the image.
Cub paled significantly. “This isn’t a job for Cute Guy, Mumbo. Even if you could find him, they need both: Hot Guy and Cute Guy.”
“Yeah, good luck with that one, mate. The handler is in there with Hot Guy.”
“You’re joking.” Cub pushed his glasses up his nose. “Okay, new plan. We’re going to sort this out ourselves.”
“How do you figure?”
“We’re tech guys. We’re smart enough to figure out the technology we work with every day, surely.”
“In theory,” Mumbo replied. “But probably not in practice.”
“Look, man. I saw how hysterical you were. And this sort of thing never phases you. It’s the only reason you were hired, actually. You can keep a cool head under pressure. Clearly, this stuff means something to you.”
“But-“
“Mumbo, either we do this, or the entire Lower East Side goes down. Are you with me?”
Mumbo’s resolve wavered, and he recalled Grian’s expression from the night before. His grave resolve. “I’m with you.”
Things were decidedly not going well. Cute Guy cursed the thick black glow coursing through his veins as he hoisted a sobbing toddler into his arms. The girl clung to his neck, her sobs slightly muffled by his torn uniform.
The Lower East Side had been positively ravaged. Cute Guy cursed the idiot who’d thought necromancy was a good idea as he deposited the child at the evacuation point.
Someone came forward immediately, shouting for his baby. Cute Guy gave up the child with little effort before running back into the danger zone, despite the protests from the police officers at his back.
They didn’t register him as Cute Guy.
And why would they? He had his mask on, sure, but the effects of that… thing sank deep. It was on his clothes, in his hair, and most definitely under his skin. He could feel it draining his energy even as he hurried back into the destruction.
Like an idiot, Cute Guy had tried to confront the biggest monster on his own. It had launched explosive skulls at him, roaring fiercely.
The first attack took out his main equipment. Now he just had a weird glowing blue sword that Mumbo had handed him once and his wings. Thankfully, he wasn’t in the worst shape. The black skeletons were somewhat manageable with the help of the sword, but without the help of Hot Guy’s bow, the big monster couldn’t be dealt with.
Staggering as a wave of pain overtook him, Cute Guy let himself take a moment to breathe. He felt the dust on every inch of his body, and his wings tried to dislodge the debris that had managed to get in between every feather. It was a hopeless fight. Until backup arrived, all the news would hear about was the lone civilian continuously running back into the destroyed district to save as many other lives as he could.
Distantly, he heard screaming and the roar of the monster. Cute Guy’s wings twinged, and he forced himself to launch into the air to fly toward the noise.
Mumbo and Cub both heard the screams at the same time. They ran toward the sound, stumbling as an explosion rocked the ground. Cub had emphasized that the wings were experimental, and even if they needed to cover ground quickly, they were only to be used in absolute emergencies. Still, Mumbo couldn’t help but feel miffed that they didn’t have the helpful advantage of Cute Guy soaring overhead. Hot Guy liked to call him “the eyes in the sky,” and Mumbo could definitely see the lure of that in a situation like this.
“Oh, that’s not good,” Cub said softly. “How should we do this?”
Mumbo stared in terror at the scene before them. A grotesque, three-headed black skeletal creature floated in the air above two kids. It looked as though it was gearing up for another attack, even as Mumbo glimpsed a third body lying motionless beside the other two.
“You evacuate the kids while I distract that thing?” Mumbo asked without thinking.
“You’re crazy.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the plan we’re going with.” Mumbo shot out of hiding, even as Cub cursed behind him. “Hey! Over here!” He steadied his crossbow and shot the monster.
It whipped around immediately, roaring its displeasure at the interruption. The kids screamed again as Mumbo scrambled to ready another crossbow bolt. He dimly recalled Hot Guy’s distaste for crossbows, and he was suddenly aware of their major flaw: reload time.
Ditching the effort with the crossbow, Mumbo started running. An explosion hit the ground at his feet. Mumbo tumbled to the pavement, cement tearing through the shoddy armor he and Cub had managed to cobble together. Something crunched against his back, and Mumbo figured he was dead if he didn’t get up.
Staggering to his feet, Mumbo heard the blood roaring in his ears as the giant monstrous creature continued to chase him. With no weapon in sight, Mumbo ditched the remains of the equipment. It hadn’t been a viable plan to begin with, and Mumbo had known that. Still, he let Cub pretend there was hope, if only to ensure that Cub didn’t go into this alone.
Just keep running, Mumbo told himself. This whole thing was too dangerous for civilians. Even if there was that tiny voice telling Mumbo that Grian would be the type to run back in here to save countless others, he knew his friend didn’t have a chance. He didn’t have a chance.
Maybe Cute Guy or Hot Guy would’ve, but Mumbo had no idea what they would’ve done in this situation. They weren’t here, and they probably wouldn’t make it in time to save anyone anyway.
A step onto cracked and uneven pavement sent Mumbo sprawling again. Pain shot up his leg as his ankle made an unpleasant crunching noise. Mumbo crawled forward, but the monster was right there, and oh God, he was going to die, and-
Something flew over his head, wacking the monster with a solid crack. The monster roared in fury, shooting at the thing, but it couldn’t seem to connect.
Mumbo watched in dazed shock as the grey blur ducked in between the explosive attacks and landed hit after hit on the monster. The thing finally crumbled, literally, as withered bones exploded everywhere. One of them scratched Mumbo’s face, but he hardly flinched.
“Hey, Mumbo? Can you hear me?” A warm hand cupped his face.
Mumbo struggled to focus his vision and failed.
“Mumbo?” the voice persisted.
“…Grian?” Mumbo said hopefully. Maybe they’d both died, and Grian was here to guide him on his way to the afterlife. At least he got to see Grian again. That was nice.
“No, Mumbo. Hey, can you look at me? Can you manage that?”
Mumbo scrunched his face, trying to stop his vision from swimming. “You sound familiar. But you’re not Grian?”
“No, I’m not Grian.” A huff escaped the other person. “You know me, though. Don’t you, Mumbo?”
Finally, finally, Mumbo’s vision settled, and he saw the familiar curve of Cute Guy’s mask way closer to his face than it had ever been. Mumbo flinched, aggravating his ankle again as he attempted to get away.
“Hey, hey. None of that. Mumbo, you need to stay still for a moment.” Cute Guy caught his arm.
Cute Guy was more grey than Mumbo remembered. He was fairly certain Cute Guy had black and pink wings, not grey. Then it finally clicked that of course Cute Guy was coated in the same debris coating his own body. And then he registered that he must still be alive, as his ankle was in such complete pain that there was no way he was dead.
Mumbo didn’t realize he would be so disappointed to be alive. But he swallowed his pain and scowled. “You’re late.”
“Excuse me?” Cute Guy’s mouth twisted. “I’ve been here the whole time! If anyone’s late, it’s Hot Guy!” His wing twitched irritably. “This is what I get for coming to save you. Not even a thank you.”
“Maybe I would’ve given you a thank you if you’d answered your comms,” Mumbo snapped right back, a tiny bit relieved that things hadn’t changed too much. “How was I supposed to know you were here? Nobody’s seen you!”
“They’ve seen me. They just can’t recognize me easily when I’m coated in pulverized cement.” Cute Guy looked like he was about to elaborate, but then a flash of something black flickered under his skin. He shuddered as he fell into Mumbo, knocking both of them to the ground.
“Whoa, mate.” Mumbo wrapped an arm around Cute Guy and attempted to sit up. Pain flared in his ankle, but he ignored it. “You alright?”
“I’m fine.” Cute Guy pulled himself away from Mumbo, expression guarded. “What are you even doing here?”
Mumbo opened his mouth, but he didn’t know how to explain. How to tell Cute Guy that his best friend in the whole world lived here and was probably dead. That he’d been desperate for someone to save him, only to find out that Cute Guy had already been here to save people the whole time.
“None of your business” was what Mumbo settled on, slightly satisfied to see Cute Guy’s annoyance slip through his careful expression.
“I think it’s safe to say this is my business, especially since you tried to get yourself killed.”
“I wasn’t trying to. I-“
“Then what,” Cute Guy said with what sounded like exaggerated patience, “were you doing?”
“I was looking for someone,” Mumbo finally said. He didn’t want to listen to Cute Guy’s barbed response to that, but he had to say it. “I was looking for my best friend.”
Cute Guy seemed surprised. Actually, a tinge of red appeared on his face. Finally remorseful of your actions, are you? Mumbo looked away from Cute Guy. He didn’t want to hear what Cute Guy had to say.
“And I know you and Hot Guy are always going on about not getting attached, but technically, I am still a civilian, so-“
“Who were you looking for?” Cute Guy asked.
Mumbo’s lip quivered. He didn’t want to expose Grian to Cute Guy’s unrelenting bullying. Especially after Grian tried to convince him countless times that Cute Guy was terrible.
But Cute Guy was unrelenting. “Who are they? Mumbo, you may not like me or even trust me, but I need to know if I should be looking for someone.”
“His name is Grian.” Mumbo squeezed his eyes shut. “And he’s the kind of person who’d run back into a destroyed district for the sake of someone else.”
“Hmm.” Cute Guy didn’t have much to say about that. “Well, let’s get you out of here, at least. Come on.”
Mumbo blinked. Right. First and foremost, Cute Guy was a hero. Of course, he’d be concerned about Grian more as a civilian than anything else. Relief shot through Mumbo’s veins as Cute Guy lifted him into the air.
Grian was going to be okay.
Mumbo made his way to his living room, sighing in relief when he reached the couch and could put his crutches aside. He was completely and utterly exhausted. His day had been far too long.
A tapping at his window jolted him from his sleepy haze. Grian. Mumbo tried to stand up before remembering his broken ankle. Even with the extra jolt of pain, Mumbo managed to get over to the window and open it for his friend.
“Having a bit of trouble there?” Grian asked, steadying Mumbo on the walk back over to the couch.
“A bit yeah. Broke my ankle.”
“Mmm,” Grian’s face scrunched. He sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, looking quite pale.
“Are you alright?” Mumbo asked, his gaze sweeping over Grian. “I heard about the incident in the Lower East End. Some kind of monster?”
“Yeah.” Grian shuddered. “I almost didn’t make it out.” He cleared his throat. “The um. The doctors said I got an infection from them. They called it Wither. After the monster, that is.”
“The doctors knew what it was?” Mumbo hated the sound of that word.
“Mhm. I mean, they kind of have to, if it can get people sick like this. Just one touch can give you infection.” Grian said this quickly, as though he didn’t want to think about it.
“Is it curable?”
“Yeah. It’s not a pleasant experience, given that my diet is going to consist mainly of milk for the next few weeks, but its better than the alternative.” Grian shrugged. “I’m out of work for a while too.”
“There’s worse things than getting some much needed rest,” Mumbo remarked. “They aren’t letting me go in for at least a week, if it makes you feel better.”
“Unpaid or paid?” Grian asked.
“Paid. Wait a minute, are you out of work? Completely?”
Grian shrugged. “Maybe.”
“But you’ll starve!”
“I know.” He smiled. “You know, I think you’re the only person I’ve heard protest about the problem so far, actually.”
“I’ve been thinking about this,” Mumbo shrugged sheepishly. “The entire Lower East Side was destroyed. Banks, stores, houses. I mean, you’re not the only person with this problem, I’m sure, but I did think of you first. That’s where you live, right? And presumably where you work, too. An entire district of people who aren’t getting compensation for losing everything shouldn’t just be left to die.”
Grian was staring at him. Mumbo felt like maybe he needed to justify himself a little bit.
“The hero foundation has a lot of money,” Mumbo said softly. “All that money spent on technology that never leaves the labs. Surely they could spare some, right? For a destroyed district?”
Grian still wasn’t speaking. He was just looking at Mumbo, an odd expression on his face.
“Grian? Are you still listening?”
“Yeah… Just…” Grian blinked, shaking his head. “You care so much about all those people.”
“Of course. I mean, just because I have a better paying job than them doesn’t make me better than them.” Mumbo shrugged.
“Yeah…” Grian blinked at him again.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?”
“Mmmm…” Grian let his eyes fall shut. “You know, I don’t think most people share your sentiment. I doubt heroes do, anyway.”
“You and your hero nonsense again! Cute Guy was there, I promise you.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I was there, Grian. I came to find you.”
“And they just let you go into the restricted part of the city on your own, I suppose? Is that how you broke your ankle?” Grian's eyes flew open again as he challenged Mumbo. “You went to play at heroics, even believing that our so-called heroes would come save me?”
“Well, as you said, no one had seen Cute Guy.” Mumbo shrugged. “I was worried, so I went looking.”
“But why?” Grian pressed. “Why would you risk yourself like that? You knew it was dangerous, obviously. Why do something that could get you killed?”
“Because you could’ve been dead,” Mumbo said. “No, listen. I can’t- I can’t lose you, mate.”
Grian looked away at that. “I’m nobody, Mumbo. You would’ve been fine.”
“You aren’t nobody. You’re my best friend.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” Grian hugged himself, distancing himself from Mumbo. “Cute Guy passed on your message, by the way. He gave me quite the scolding.”
“Nothing more than I got, I’m sure.” Mumbo smiled ruefully. “So Cute Guy did end up finding you?”
“Yep.” Grian remained further from Mumbo. “You think I’m the heroic type.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No.” Grian finally met Mumbo’s gaze again. “But Mumbo, you can’t go around doing stuff like that anymore, okay? Because as much as you think it’ll help, you can’t try to save me on your own.”
“Leave it to the big guys, huh?” Mumbo asked weakly.
“You aren’t allowed to get yourself killed.”
Mumbo blinked. Grian’s voice was authoritative, almost aggressive. “…Alright. But you gotta check in when things like this happen.”
“I’m here, aren’t I? Checking in.” Grian finally seemed to release the tension he’d been holding the whole time he’d been here.
“Nah, more often than this. I know you like coming here at night, mate, but surely you can visit during the day too. Especially since you’re out of work right now.” Something occurred to Mumbo then. “Actually, wait. Do you even have somewhere to stay at night? Now that your district is…”
“Not really. Why? You offering?” Grian’s mischievous look returned. “Can’t say I’m not flattered, Mumbo.”
“What? Why are you taking it that way!” Mumbo’s cheeks burned. “Can’t a man just be nice to his friend?”
“You’re obsessed with me,” Grian replied. “Running into a destroyed district for the sole purpose of seeing if I’m okay. I dunno, Mumbo, but that seems a bit-“
“Okay, no.” Mumbo pointed a finger at Grian. “You can’t use that card because you did it for complete strangers.”
“Not complete strangers. I knew some of them.”
“Yes, but as I’ve already said, you’re my best friend. I’d say that’s a higher level than people you’ve met before, yeah?”
Grian rolled his eyes. “Fine, sure, yeah. Harsh words, mate.”
Mumbo shrugged. “You can still stay here if you want.”
“Even if I pretend it’s because you’re in love with me?” Grian giggled as Mumbo made a protesting noise in the back of his throat.
“Even then,” Mumbo answered, certain his voice sounded higher than usual. “Yep, perfectly fine for you to pretend something like that.”
“Alright. I think I’ll take you up on that offer then.” Grian shuffled back over, settling in on the couch, despite the fact that Mumbo hadn’t moved. He was laying across Mumbo’s lap without a care in the world.
Mumbo made another strange noise, even as Grian grinned up at him. “Good night, Mumbo.”
“Grian!”
“Yes?”
“I need to get up still.”
“Should’ve thought of that before I laid down. You’re my pillow now. Sorry.”
Mumbo’s mouth twitched. “You’re going to give me back problems.”
“Sounds like a you problem. I’m going to sleep now. Today has been way too long.” Grian closed his eyes with a soft sigh.
“Yeah.” Mumbo’s voice quieted. “It has been quite the long day.”
#grumbo month#grumbo#grian#mumbo jumbo#cute guy#hot guy#cubfan135#not tagging scar by name bc it never comes up as him#still debating whether I want to make this into its own storyline actually#the thought has crossed my mind several times#cloud writes
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I’ve written to you before a very long time ago about things not going very well for me, and things are better now. Thank you for your compassion to a stranger then. It’s given me ideas as someone who also enjoys writing. I’m sure you’ve got variations of this question before so I’m sorry if I’ve missed those somehow but any advice on how to start writing and sharing your writing publicly? Like I created an account to send you this but I have no clue about anything really. Will I seem like a random interloper in the fandom who has arrived out of the blue 😭 I guess my concern is I’ll realize I’m actually not good at writing at all or worse nobody will read any of it. I feel awkward about actively promoting my work too. I don’t want to be famous or anything but it would suck if nobody wanted to read my stuff. You’re something of a stalwart at least for the fandom/genre/pairings you regularly write for and while I won’t aspire to that, how did you deal with self-doubt as an early writer? I know it’s not like I hope to earn money out of this or anything so opinions are just opinions but all my writing feels so personal to me that I’m worried about being convinced nobody cares about what I have to say. How does one really get their start at all. I’m sorry to bother you with all this but I’m super lost. It’s just that if someone’s terrible day or week could be made a little better because of my work, as your work regularly does for people, that would be nice. I hope you’re doing really well and randomly find something you’ve been looking for!
Hello my love!! I'm so happy I could help you out a little when you were in a tough spot!! I am very very happy that things are looking up for you now and I hope things only continue to get better and better!!! 💕
And oh my gosh, I don't think anyone will think of you as an interloper!!! Fandom is a community and the more the merrier imho! The x Reader community in particular is super welcoming and very nonjudgmental and the perfect place to get your start; almost everyone here is super nice and really chill. People will surprise you with how much nicer they are than you expect; I think you should just take a leap of faith and jump in!!
But just in case, let me give you the most realistic and straightforward advice I can. It's easy to dip your toes in and test the waters but I think you will need the below pieces of advice if you plan to battle self-doubt and continue writing & publishing fic without burning out or going nuts in the long term lol.
1. Find balance in the source of your self-worth
With publishing anything online, you always hope that people will like it and will want to engage with it. On tumblr the best measurement we have of that is notes, and on ao3 kudos + comments. Notes/comments/kudos are incredible and will make you feel more cherished than anything in the world. I will always appreciate them more than I can say, but one thing it is essential to know is that they are external sources of validation, and it is extremely dangerous to attach your sense of worth solely to the actions of other people.
If you want to publish fic, you will need to also find some internal sense of worth in your writing. You will need to finely balance that with how much you treasure the feedback of other people in order to stay afloat long term.
I recommend really sitting down and thinking about what you are writing/what you want to write, and why it is worth it to you. What makes your fic interesting to you? What are you doing differently than other people that makes you unique? What does your authorial voice sound like? Answering these questions will help you identify what you are bringing to the table as an author, so you know what it is that you do well, even if people aren't engaging the way you want, or even if you're receiving criticism.
For me, I really find value in the places I diverge from other fic authors. People really love writing powerful hero readers, but I usually write quirkless side characters who have somehow found themselves the main character. Chaptered/long fics are also less common in our fandom than oneshots, but I typically write chaptered fics! And I have a stylistically simple and light voice which is easily accessible.
All of these help me know that I'm bringing some fun distinct stuff to the table, even if what I'm bringing isn't perfect or necessarily as popular. And even if I enjoy other peoples' fics and authorial voices more than my own; I'm still bringing something unique and valuable!! So even when people aren't picking up every single thing I'm putting down, I still know the value of putting them down anyway.
2. Manage expectations
I think it can be easy to compare ourselves with one another, especially if you follow some well-established authors or people writing for super popular characters. Even I succumb to jealousy on occasion; it's just human nature. But it's important to know people will engage with different types of fics in different ways and that other people's success has nothing to do with your own.
I think you should set realistic expectations for how people will engage with your fics depending on what it is that you want to write. Some fandoms are much larger than others and therefore have a wider built-in audience. Some characters are also wildly more popular than others so it is likelier fics for those characters will go a bit further. In my experience, people really gravitate towards smutty scenarios or headcanons, sometimes oneshots, and less so chaptered fic. And some authors have been around for forever, or post constantly so that they are regularly drawing people in, and therefore have a larger reader pool than other authors.
So think about what you are writing, for which characters, and in which fandoms, and level your expectations accordingly. For me, even though Shouto is fairly popular, he also only has roughly 1/3 of Bakugou's level of popularity. So I never try to gauge the success of a Shouto fic in comparison to a Bakugou fic I've written, or even the Bakugou fics of other more established Bakugou writers.
This, combined with my own internal sense of worth as a writer, helps me feel like I'm doing pretty good for myself, even if I get like, 30 notes on a fic compared to someone else's 300 or something.
3. Understand that writing is a growing process!
One other essential tip is to understand that writing is a skill set than can be refined and honed. What you write one day is not indicative of where your skill level will sit the next day. And so critique you receive, or mistakes you have made, are really less indicative of failure and more tools to help you get to the next level.
This is one I've personally struggled with, but it can be worth it to be open to feedback that is not necessarily complimentary, with the caveat that you should know what is objective constructive criticism, and what is more subjective/personal preference. The latter you can disregard, because tailoring a fic to some random person's arbitrary tastes is not going to help you tell a good story lol.
But people telling you what they would like to see more of or things that didn't make sense to them can help you understand where you can make improvements to your writing. And it's not to say your writing is not good enough where it is; only to say there are avenues for you to develop even more experience.
For me, this has largely been in the area of smut lol. I liked my lil vanilla smut scenes, but I used to commonly get a fair amount of feedback wishing they were spicier. And, after initially getting defensive lmao, I could see how that was a common piece of feedback across multiple critiques, and I understood how drawing those scenes out might help contribute to the feeling of intimacy, satisfaction, and closure I want to develop at the end of a fic!!
I think being open to feedback while understanding that critique does not in any way take away from your talent overall, can only help you preserve the satisfaction you have with your writing, and help you refine in the future!! It keeps writing interesting, and keeps your sense of self-worth tied up in the process of writing, not necessarily the product of the writing, if that makes sense.
Anyway that's what I can think of for now. Even with all this advice listed out, I think you should just have hope and trust in people and dive right in. It sounds like you are an earnest person wanting to make heartfelt connections, and in my experience people will reflect that energy right back at you!!
I am sending you all my best vibes and looking forward to reading your stuff, if you end up going for it and posting!!! 💕✨
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your custom cassettes are really really cool! ive been thinking about making custom cassettes for a bit, would you be willing to share what kind of paper you used for the label stickers and j-cards? also where do you get blank cassettes from? ive been looking at cassettecomeback but i was wondering if there was a better option.
Thanks a lot! They're really fun to make hehe
So full disclosure: I run a merch shop for my webcomic and I make most of my stuff myself in my studio. I've been doing this for the better part of ten years and over that time I've accumulated quite a bit of specialized, expensive equipment like the photo printer and cutting machine I use to make my cassette ephemera. THAT SAID mixtapes don't necessarily need all that!! Unless you're running a bootleg business on etsy or somethin I don't think you and your friends gotta run out and spend a ton of money to make these (beyond tracking down a deck and a player, obviously).
Unfortunately most of these items are found on Amazon because I'm a professional artist trying to Live, but if that's something you'd rather avoid buying through I'm listing the brick and mortar places I can find them when I need to for whatever reason!
My j-cards are just the 8x10 glossy photo paper from Pen & Gear, it's usually less than ten bucks a pack at walmart lmao. I use it with an inkjet photo printer! There are plenty of laser printer options out there though, which is probably the type non-artists have access to. Honestly I think the look of black ink on colored copy paper is super cool for handmade tapes, especially between friends.
My sticker paper was a bitch to find and I'm not sure if it would be useful without my specific equipment, but it's this glossy adhesive photo paper from some rando company called LDProducts. Literally just called "Sticker Photo Paper" pf. It's more expensive but I get it in stacks of a hundred because I print tons of stickers for my shop. Again, glossy adhesive paper might not be useful without a big boy printer but MATTE sticker paper is everywhere, that's also pretty common to find at walmart or at the very least at an office supply store; you can print on it or even get out some markers (not sure i'd suggest anything besides ink tho, I'd be worried it could come off and damage the player). I design the labels in clip studio and then load them into cricut so it's super easy to get the right shape every time, but if you're Determined you could get out a measuring tape and an xacto knife and get similar results.
I've only found my tapes on amazon unfortunately, and it's been a while since I bought any because I sort of inherited a bunch of sealed ones when my dad died and i'm still going through them lol. Almost all my custom ones are 90 minute Sony High Fidelity, last I checked you could order them in packs of five or ten but I'm not sure what the prices are like rn. If you REALLY want to get fancy with colored shells/custom lengths i did find this cool site you can order from, Duplication.ca, but the shipping is kinda rough. One of these days I wanna make some cassettes for my webcomic and I'll drop some money on some pretty ones then, but for now the Sonys are treating me fine so I haven't dug too deep.
I hope something in here is useful! I'm always happy to share what I know but again, I'm very fortunate to have access to quite a bit of stuff most people don't and I try to be up front about it alskdjf. Cassettes are best when they're sorta janky and handmade tho, it's kind of the whole point, and if they're just for you or someone you care about then marking them with a sharpie and masking tape is just as cool in my opinion. probably cooler. everybody should put music on physical media and trade it i think.
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Castletown Café Episode 20: Spider Donut
Ahuhuhu...I seem to have lost track of time. Has it really been three weeks!? Oops. But I didn’t want to wait a whole year to post these, even though I did learn quite a lot while making them. I’ll have to remake these next October so the glaze is more purple than black!
It was only a matter of time before Undertale recipes made their way into this Deltarune-inspired cooking blog, given they share the same creator and are alternate universes or timelines of each other. Here in the Castletown Café, we’re very familiar with Muffet’s Spider Donuts: made by spiders, for spiders...of spiders. Indeed, Muffet is a known cannibal, not only eating small regular spiders but also shown to try to eat other monsters (and one human) by turning them into baked goods. Whether or not she has successfully done that, we don’t know...
There are no spiders or monsters in these donuts; just flour, eggs, sugar, the usual ingredients for baked cake donuts. The description of Spider Donuts state that they’re made with fresh Spider Cider in the batter, so we’re using the next best thing: apple cider!
Many apple cider donut recipes call for reducing the apple cider by heating it over the stove and letting it simmer down to just a smaller amount, usually half a cup. This is done to reduce the amount of liquid that goes into the batter as well as to pack the donuts full of that apple cider flavor!
The recipe I followed from Sally’s Baking Addiction included apple pie spice - something I don’t have - so I made my own by combining cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, allspice, and ginger. The exact measurements of each will be listed in the recipe.
I created my own recipe for blueberry glaze by cooking frozen blueberries, blending that into puree, and then adding powdered sugar and a little melted butter. If there is anything I’ve learned from creating my own glaze recipe, it is to SIFT YOUR POWDERED SUGAR FIRST! Otherwise you’ll have lumps in your glaze that heating it up won’t fix! I’d sift it at least twice to get most of the lumps out before adding it to the blueberry puree.
Unfortunately, this glaze was too dark - so although blueberry puree sounded like a good idea (and maybe if it was fresh instead of frozen or less puree was used, maybe the colors would have been brighter), maybe it should be something else, like blackberry - or just basic vanilla glaze with food coloring added. I need to experiment first.
The webs are super easy: just melt white chocolate chips, fill a piping bag, and pipe on your white chocolate spider webs! You can use the microwave or a double boiler, but be careful if you choose the microwave because you can burn it easily that way. You can make your own “makeshift double boiler” by filling a saucepan with water and placing the lid of the right size upside down over the water so you can pour the white chocolate into it and use that as a shallow dish.
Liiike this!
As you can see, it needs to be a metal saucepan with a matching metal lid, not glass, and no hole(s) in it for steam to escape. Idk if they still make lidded saucepans with metal, holeless lids, come to think of it...since I use several that are part of a set made in the 70′s!
SPIDER DONUTS:
2 cups (or 250g) all-purpose flour
3/4 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1 and 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp allspice
1/8 tsp ground ginger
1/8 tsp ground nutmeg
Sprinkle of ground clove
1/4 tsp salt
1 and 1/2 cups (or 360ml) apple cider - reduced down to 1/2 cup (or 120 ml)
1 large room temperature egg
1/2 cup (or 120 ml) room temperature milk
2 tablespoons (or 30g, or 1/4 stick) melted unsalted butter
1/2 cup (or 100 g) packed brown sugar, light or dark works fine (I used dark)
1/2 (or 100g) cup granulated sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
Glaze:
2 or 3 tablespoons blueberry puree
1 cup (or 200g?) powdered sugar
2 tablespoons (or 30 g, or 1/4 stick) melted unsalted butter
Topping:
About 1 cup (or 200 g?) white chocolate chips, melted
Heat your apple cider in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Have it simmer for up to 10 minutes or more, stirring occasionally. Keep checking every 5 minutes afterward to make sure it’s evaporating. You’re likely to still have a bit more than 1/2 cup after 20-30 minutes, that’s okay. Pour the reduced cider into a 1/2 cup measuring cup, and feel free to drink whatever’s left.
While the reduced cider cools, preheat your oven to 350 degrees F (or 177 degrees C) and grease your donut pans (you’ll need at least two 6-cavity donut pans).
Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and spices together and set aside.
In a separate bowl, whisk together the melted butter, egg, brown and granulated sugars, vanilla, and milk. Pour into the dry ingredients and stir together while slowly pouring in the cooled apple cider reduction. Stir until fully combined and no streaks of dry flour remain. Your batter will be slightly thick. Do not overmix, it affects the texture.
Spoon or pour the batter into the donut cavities. I just scooped it in, but you can try using a piping bag, which is recommended in most cake donut recipes!
Bake for 10-12 minutes or until fully risen and not shiny. The tops should be a nice golden brown, and a toothpick inserted in should come out clean. Also, if it springs back when you poke it, that’s another sign they’re done. Use whatever testing method works best for you.
While you wait for the donuts to cool, get the ingredients ready for the glaze! Combine 1 cup (200 g?) of frozen blueberries in a saucepan with 2 to 3 tablespoons of water. Cook over medium-high heat and let the berries bubble for a few minutes. Once fully cooked and a nice hot berry sauce has formed, remove from heat.
Have it cool a little before pouring it into a blender or food processor. With the puree setting, blend until smooth. Measure out 2 or 3 tablespoons of blueberry puree and add to a bowl.
Sift your powdered sugar a couple of times before adding it to your blueberry puree. Melt 2 tablespoons of unsalted butter and add it to your glaze mixture, stirring until your glaze forms.
Dunk cooled donuts halfway into the glaze to frost the tops. Let dry while you melt your white chocolate.
Over medium heat, heat water in a saucepan and place a fitting holeless metal lid upside down over the water - or just use a double boiler if you have one.
Pour the white chocolate chips into your saucepan lid/double boiler and let melt, stirring occasionally. Keep an eye on your chocolate so that it doesn’t burn.
Once your chocolate is fully melted, scoop into a piping bag fitted with a small round tip (you can fill your piping bag by placing it tip side down in a glass so it stands upright, keeping it open by curling the ends around the rim of your glass). Pipe white chocolate spider webs onto your donuts, working quickly before the white chocolate hardens back up again.
Ta-da! You now have delicious apple cider donuts with blueberry glaze and white chocolate spider webs! A multitude of flavors all wrapped up in one Spider Donut - hold the spiders.
Sources:
???, Sally, “Baked Apple Cider Donuts”, Sally’s Baking Addiction, sallysbakingaddiction.com, 9/14/2018. Link: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/baked-apple-cider-donuts/
Jeanne McDowell, Erin, “Baked Apple Cider Doughnuts”, The New York Times, cooking.nytimes.com. Link: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1019593-baked-apple-cider-doughnuts
Zhang, Catherine, “Baked Blueberry Glazed Donuts”, Catherine Zhang, zhangcatherine.com, 5/24/2021. Link: https://zhangcatherine.com/baked-blueberry-donuts/
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Hi there, I have always loved scrolling your blog, but I just noticed that Mr Mung is growing VERY large!! He’s got such a broad chest, and he’s just SO so handsome, but he looks like a tank for a silken, compared to your other ones and even the photos of him with his mother, especially at his age! You don’t have to answer, of course, but I’m wondering if he was maybe part of an outcrossing project, back to borzoi? Or is he just an outlier/a really big silken? I ask mostly because I prefer bigger silkens 😄 The little ones are cute and sweet, and size isn’t a dealbreaker for me, but my girl just turned 6 and so I’m starting my (likely very lengthy) search for Next Puppy. My girl is 33lbs and I think was the biggest girl in her litter, and ideally I’d get another her size or even a bit larger. Her breeder is amazing but really favors silkens on the smaller end of the scale.
I always wanted a borzoi (which is how I found your awesome blog), I’m just not equipped for a dog quite that large, so silkens have become my breed. I’m so enamored with your bean boy (and his sisters are also super gorgeous)!! If you’d be willing to share any info about his pedigree or his breeder I would be super grateful, but I know that this sort of ask from a total stranger on the internet can be a bit fraught, so I won’t be offended or anything if you decline to answer. I appreciate all the adorable photos you’ve shared of all your crew over the years! Thanks for your time 😊
First of all, Thank You! You are very kind.
Also, some of the Bean Boy's broad chest is floof... he has a LOT of it! (He does have a very nice front though). He is bigger but not necessarily an outlier...
Larger Silkens are becoming more and more common, which is not necessarily a good thing but which should make your quest easier. If you like Borzoi then you probably know that a mature male stands at least 28 inches at the shoulder and weighs 75 to 105 pounds (and that females will be smaller.)
At least 28 inches. Most are 31 or 32. But think about that. The accepted measurements for Silken Windhounds (according to ISWS) are 18.5 -23.5 inches (47-60 cm) at the withers. If you follow the written standards for the breeds that means that (using males as an example) there are only 4.5 inches separating a small Borzoi from a large Silken. The larger a Silken gets, the closer it gets to infringing on Borzoi height. And there are a LOT of Silkens out there that are taller than the standard. (We are only discussing size here, not other conformation considerations.)
Americans seem to like things large, so we end up with Borzoi like our Jeep (36 inches at the shoulder) and Silkens that do not fit the written standard. My Silken, the Imp, is within the standard for males and yet I hear a lot about how small he is. (Small only in others eyes, NOT in his own.) The Brother is on the large side of the standard, but no one ever said anything about the possibility of his being too big! I have never made a secret of my dogs sizes or breeding (the Brother is a whopping 50 lbs, the Imp is 30, and the Bean Boy is 43 as of this writing) so here you go:
The Bean Boy and his sisters are from a breeding done by Bijou Silkens (dam) and Satsuma Kennels (sire). Bijou is in Oregon and Satsuma is in Washington State. USA. The Bean Boy is on the large side (like his dad!), his sisters are smaller and weigh about 15 pounds less. They all have nice confirmation and great personalities. The breeders are wonderful and easy to talk to, you can contact them on line. Bijou is a smaller breeder as in does not produce many litters, so depending on your time frame you might try Satsuma first. Remember that if a breeder does not have what you are looking for they probably know someone who does. (And don't get me started on good breeders vs producers!) :D
Did that help at all, or did I totally miss the mark? :D
This ask edited by His IMPerial Majesty, Ruler of ALL the Things and Opinionated Silken.
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What’s he like if he feels you reciprocating??? :0
((Not that you have to make a super long post or anything. I just like your opinion and i don’t think anyone else pins yandere poe the way you have. I’m always curious to hear your take on things.))
not the same anon but please could you /elaborate/ on y!poe w reader who reciprocates pls pls i will die happy. not that i want you to idealise/promote this toxic rs! im aware of how unhealthy they are </3
hi both of you!! no worries i loveee talking about everything i write about :> i just wasn't sure if anyone was interested in knowing more. i'm very happy to know you like my yandere poe tho!!
cw: yandere character, stalking, tracking devices, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.
pre-reciprocation(??) poe is already super...close—he's not physically touching you but you know he's there—hiding in the shadows, lurking out of sight, concealed close by—but definitely there. it's bad enough when he's just watching over your shoulder nervously, too shy to speak to you (or maybe it's out of guilt? is he aware of how uncomfortable he might be making you?) but bold enough to glare menacingly at anyone who comes even a little too close (maybe he's not scared because his hair hides his glaring from everyone?)
not to mention, he isn't subtle about his jealousy—and he gets jealous pretty much all the time. conversing with someone that isn't him? poe is crying out in despair. even if that someone happened to be ranpo, he'll lose his composure and come running to separate the two of you. he can't lose you to anyone! why can't you just stick by his side and listen to his story ideas? he isn't above getting jealous over karl, by the way. anytime he spots you playing with the racoon rather than talking to him and you bet the next time you happen to find yourself asking about karl's whereabouts, you'll learn that he's been sent on a "playdate" with the cat of someone working for the ada...
yandere poe who feels like you'd never give him the time of day would resort to stalking you, trying to find comfort in the candid pictures of you he's been collecting over the years, pretending like that smile was directed at him and you were sitting next to him. to poe, you look very lonely with nobody to cuddle with when you're asleep, and he thinks you might like it if he was there to share meals with and love you. if he's desperate enough, trapping you is always an option. whether it's using his ability or one of his other means—after all, despite how meek he looks, he still is a high-ranking member of a prominent ability group, which means he's got big connections, finances and power at his disposal. it would be as easy as making a call to have you framed for a crime or buying out your property or workplace, and then, would you still deny him?
if you were to actually acknowledge and even respond (positively!) to him, poe's antics multiply in intensity by a thousand. he's no longer just standing beside you, he's now latched onto you at all times. he normally doesn't like being too close to people, but if it's you, he'll always be touching you somewhere. whether it's interlocked hands or arms, or you seated in his lap (or vice versa, anything works!) poe will be holding you in some way. he's surprisingly pretty big on physical affection, smothering you with kisses and hugs and whatever else you may want from him. if you try to initiate anything, he will freeze in shock. it takes him a while to loosen up—he still can't believe he's so lucky that you like him back!
just because he won't have pull out any drastic measures to ensure you stay by his side, doesn't mean he won't be prepared. just in case, one day you wake up deciding you don't want him anymore, or you fall for someone else. what if one day you wake up with no recollection of your life before, or you learn about his concerning photo albums (plural—he has at least 5 by now!) filled to the brim with pictures of you? that might make you angry, right? no matter how stable things may feel, he's always paranoid and insecure of how things might be in the future. so yes, he has extra locks on hand, access to your private discussions, and eventually, he even contacts the engineer behind the eyes of god for a customized tracking system...
better be safe than sorry, right?
as long as you remain oblivious to his unpleasant dealings, you'd find yourself pretty happy. sure, he ensures you have no time for anybody else and guilt trips you into staying with him, but all he wants to do is keep you safe. not like you'll have much to complain about when he brings you inside one of his books to keep you entertained—with it, you can travel the world from within your home—so there's really no need to go out at all, right?
#poe is paranoid :O#yandere bsd#yandere poe#edgar allen poe x reader#yander poe x reader#poe x reader#edgar allan poe x reader#bsd edgar allen poe#bsd poe#bsd x reader#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader#yandere bungo stray dogs#yandere bsd x reader#yandere bungou stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd 🐟#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#poe 🐟
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