Rockin robin
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@finxwrites
Rockin robin
âAnd what if the moon were made of swiss cheese? We can sit around debating hypotheticals all day, it doesnât change the fact thatââ
âWhy swiss?â
âWhat?â
âWhy swiss cheese? Why not cream cheese, or a nice brieââ
âThose are too soft, the moon would just disintegrate. Fall right out of the sky.â
âAs I was saying, it doesnât changeââ
âNah, itâd get compacted by gravity, right? The cheese? So the core of the moon would be a super-dense hard cheese, but the surface could be soft.â
âMaybe the surface would be, like, clotted cream. Not even all the way to cheese.â
âNow Iâm picturing one of those, like, âlayers of the Earthâs coreâ diagrams but itâs allââ
âBut itâs all different kinds of cheese!â
âYeah!â
âYou people are insufferable.â
âAww, you love us, though!â
âDo I? Is that what this emotion is?â
Also, somewhat more pressingly, I feel - even if you ignore that that the Alpviehwirtschaft, the intensive production of rennet cheeses from cows' milk for export, came as a consequence of the Reformation, even if you take the most concerningly romantic view of Swiss history, accept the 1291 Bundesbrief date as given, claim continuity of identity from then to now (tbf, the centennial was a good excuse for a party); even if you argue that the Waldstätte may have had an earlier alliance...
... the existence of the moon is definitely attested before the 13th century.
(And in any case I'm pretty sure someone would have noticed if the Alti Eidgnosseschaft had a space program. Possibly because they'd have used it to Thor-shot the French Revolutionary Army mid-invasion. Or, er, more likely each other. As a kid who was taken to a lot of museums where I could only half-read the placards, I was convinced that the mercenary tradition boiled down to 'send the young hot-heads to go fight over someone else's farmland, ffs' and honestly, yeah it's an oversimplification but I'm still not sure it's 100% wrong.)
âAnd what if the moon were made of swiss cheese? We can sit around debating hypotheticals all day, it doesnât change the fact thatââ
âWhy swiss?â
âWhat?â
âWhy swiss cheese? Why not cream cheese, or a nice brieââ
âThose are too soft, the moon would just disintegrate. Fall right out of the sky.â
âAs I was saying, it doesnât changeââ
âNah, itâd get compacted by gravity, right? The cheese? So the core of the moon would be a super-dense hard cheese, but the surface could be soft.â
âMaybe the surface would be, like, clotted cream. Not even all the way to cheese.â
âNow Iâm picturing one of those, like, âlayers of the Earthâs coreâ diagrams but itâs allââ
âBut itâs all different kinds of cheese!â
âYeah!â
âYou people are insufferable.â
âAww, you love us, though!â
âDo I? Is that what this emotion is?â
Normal & upside-down soldier Steve
⌠art trade with @hrkt1
birdwatching
Putrid.hound
I love the old timey phrase "you forget yourself". bro that was so impolite like do you even know who you are rn
A COMINT !!
I'm talking to you @finxwrites!! How many of my DBDA fics did you read in one day!! đŽđĽ°đ
well you see. the thing is. they were good.
do you think itâs a friendly wolf
STRANGER THINGS + D&D classes (& subclasses)
~sampughart
strange & grimm, which btw sounds like an urban fantasy affectionately parodic hardboiled detective agency. probably queer.
It was a hot, muggy night in the Enchanted Forest. Everyone with a lick of sense was down in the fairy glens, hoping the Winter Court would put in an appearance and bring a breeze on with them. Lucky me, Iâm the sucker who fingered the Snow Queen for the missing persons case last winter, so Iâm persona non grata in the fairy glens these days.
Just as well. I couldnât afford to leave the office, not when itâd been so long since my last case. Though on a night like this, I might as well not bother. It was too hot for crime. Even the leaves on the enchanted trees were drooping in the heat.Â
I was just about to call it a night when a dame walked in my door. Tall, blonde, legs for days, with an air of tragedy that could put an unloved stepchild to shame. I looked her over suspiciously for any cheery woodland creatures hidden in her golden ringlets. If she was a princess, Iâd turf her right back out of the office, case unheard. Princesses paid well, but they were more trouble than they were worth.
No mice poked their adorable little noses out of her pockets as the dame sank into a chair and fixed me with a hard look. âI hear youâre the best in the business,â she said without preamble. âAnd I need the best.â
I leaned back in my seat. âBaby, Iâm the only one in the business. Itâs not a good genre for private dicks.â
She rolled her eyes. âOh, yes, far too child-friendly for any sort of dicks.â Before I could recover from that little gem, she went on, âItâs a child Iâm here about. My sister. SheâsâŚsheâs gone missing.â She took a deep, shuddering breath. âPlease, Detective, youâre my last hope. The royal courts wonât hear me out, they think sheâs gone on the lam!â
I nodded grimly. âOne of those Bo Peep situations, huh?â I get a depressing number of those. All it takes is one wolf in sheepâs clothingâyouâd think the kids would learn.
The dame glared. There was enough cold iron in her gaze to put a fairy off her ambrosia. âOn the lam, Detective. On the run. My sister hasâŚsomething of a record.â
I raised my eyebrows. âYour sister the child? She some kind of crime prodigy?â
The dame fidgeted, looking away. âSheâsâŚâ She sighed explosively. âMy sister is Goldilocks.â
I whistled, low and long. Crime prodigy indeedâGoldilocks was wanted in five kingdoms for the most impressive string of burglaries the Enchanted Forest had ever seen. No one could ever prove sheâd done it, but the circumstantial evidence had piled up higher than mattresses on a pea. No wonder no royal court would take this case.
The dameâs shoulders hunched defensively, but she bulled on without trying to defend her wayward sister. âSheâs gone missing, and I know itâs not another one of her sprees. Something is wrong this time.â She turned back to meet my eyes, her lovely features harsh with poorly-suppressed fear. âItâs her first crime come back to haunt her, I just know it is. Theyâve always wanted revengeâespecially the baby of the family, and heâs all grown up now. What theyâd do if they got hold of herââ She cut herself off with a watery gasp; her eyes were wet with tears. âOh, it doesnât bear thinking about!â
I handed her a handkerchief and gave her a minute to compose herself. It gave me a minute, too, to decide if I was really going to be this stupid. You donât tangle with the big predators, not if you know whatâs good for you, and especially not a whole family of them. Families are a dangerous thing in any genre.
But I was her last hope, and Iâm a sucker for lost causes. And if I didnât get paid soon, this business would become a lost cause itself. I said a silent farewell to my good sense as it packed its bags and left for kinder climes. âAlright,â I told the dame, âGive me the facts. Weâll see what kind of a story they tell.â
The story they told was grim, and not just because of the fancy family history. The Grimms had been one of the most notable houses in the Summer Court...a thousand years and several unhappily ever afters ago. Now, the dame Gilda and her little sister, Goldina "Goldilocks", eked out their living in a little house on the edge of the Woods, with the rest of us peasants and goblins. They had a couple pennies to rub together, thanks to Gilda's laundry and Goldie's rap sheet, but only a couple. Orphans, of course.
A week ago, they'd fought, like sisters did. They'd fought because Goldie had brought her boyfriend around again, a no-good boy (Gilda said) called Jack, who Goldie insisted could climb beanstalks and Gilda didn't think was worth the candle he jumped over.
Trees are a lot like people. Each oneâs got a lifeâs tale that matches no other, full of private joys and more private sorrows, borne on the currents of time and change and just trying to keep afloat. Also like people, most of them are common as pixie dust, and itâs a rare specimen indeed that truly stands out from the crowd.
Goldilocksâ sulking tree could claim that distinction. It was a grand old oak as broad as it was tall, with craggy, moss-covered branches that sprawled possessively over the patch of forest it presided over. Gilda led me right up to the base of it, and I felt the damndest urge to tip my hat as we approached.
After a bit of an internal struggle, I gave in. Iâve got my pride, but Iâve got my sense, too, and it pays to be polite when you can. Even to something with no eyes to see it.Â
Fanart of naval officer steve for the fic St. Elmo's Fire by finx (@finxwrites) on ao3 <3
LOOK AT THIS! FANART OF MY FIC! I AM BEYOND WORDS!!
strange & grimm, which btw sounds like an urban fantasy affectionately parodic hardboiled detective agency. probably queer.
It was a hot, muggy night in the Enchanted Forest. Everyone with a lick of sense was down in the fairy glens, hoping the Winter Court would put in an appearance and bring a breeze on with them. Lucky me, Iâm the sucker who fingered the Snow Queen for the missing persons case last winter, so Iâm persona non grata in the fairy glens these days.
Just as well. I couldnât afford to leave the office, not when itâd been so long since my last case. Though on a night like this, I might as well not bother. It was too hot for crime. Even the leaves on the enchanted trees were drooping in the heat.Â
I was just about to call it a night when a dame walked in my door. Tall, blonde, legs for days, with an air of tragedy that could put an unloved stepchild to shame. I looked her over suspiciously for any cheery woodland creatures hidden in her golden ringlets. If she was a princess, Iâd turf her right back out of the office, case unheard. Princesses paid well, but they were more trouble than they were worth.
No mice poked their adorable little noses out of her pockets as the dame sank into a chair and fixed me with a hard look. âI hear youâre the best in the business,â she said without preamble. âAnd I need the best.â
I leaned back in my seat. âBaby, Iâm the only one in the business. Itâs not a good genre for private dicks.â
She rolled her eyes. âOh, yes, far too child-friendly for any sort of dicks.â Before I could recover from that little gem, she went on, âItâs a child Iâm here about. My sister. SheâsâŚsheâs gone missing.â She took a deep, shuddering breath. âPlease, Detective, youâre my last hope. The royal courts wonât hear me out, they think sheâs gone on the lam!â
I nodded grimly. âOne of those Bo Peep situations, huh?â I get a depressing number of those. All it takes is one wolf in sheepâs clothingâyouâd think the kids would learn.
The dame glared. There was enough cold iron in her gaze to put a fairy off her ambrosia. âOn the lam, Detective. On the run. My sister hasâŚsomething of a record.â
I raised my eyebrows. âYour sister the child? She some kind of crime prodigy?â
The dame fidgeted, looking away. âSheâsâŚâ She sighed explosively. âMy sister is Goldilocks.â
I whistled, low and long. Crime prodigy indeedâGoldilocks was wanted in five kingdoms for the most impressive string of burglaries the Enchanted Forest had ever seen. No one could ever prove sheâd done it, but the circumstantial evidence had piled up higher than mattresses on a pea. No wonder no royal court would take this case.
The dameâs shoulders hunched defensively, but she bulled on without trying to defend her wayward sister. âSheâs gone missing, and I know itâs not another one of her sprees. Something is wrong this time.â She turned back to meet my eyes, her lovely features harsh with poorly-suppressed fear. âItâs her first crime come back to haunt her, I just know it is. Theyâve always wanted revengeâespecially the baby of the family, and heâs all grown up now. What theyâd do if they got hold of herââ She cut herself off with a watery gasp; her eyes were wet with tears. âOh, it doesnât bear thinking about!â
I handed her a handkerchief and gave her a minute to compose herself. It gave me a minute, too, to decide if I was really going to be this stupid. You donât tangle with the big predators, not if you know whatâs good for you, and especially not a whole family of them. Families are a dangerous thing in any genre.
But I was her last hope, and Iâm a sucker for lost causes. And if I didnât get paid soon, this business would become a lost cause itself. I said a silent farewell to my good sense as it packed its bags and left for kinder climes. âAlright,â I told the dame, âGive me the facts. Weâll see what kind of a story they tell.â
Strange & Grimm?
It wasnât a sound that made Nancy look up. It wasnât anything she knew how to name. If sheâd had time to sit and analyze the feeling, she would have said it was a perfect certainty of death. Not that she was about to die, not that someone had died here, not anything so tied to cause and effect or to any specific person. Just death. The fact of it. The absoluteness of it.
The presence of it.
There was a massive black wolf standing just fifteen feet in front her, framed between smooth-barked trees of impossible girth. Its yellow eyes were trained on her with unblinking stillness, twin embers in its coal-black face.Â
Nancyâs breath caught in a strangled gasp. The wolfâs ears pricked forward at the noise.
Nancyâs mind went blank with fear. The whole world narrowed down to the wolf, poised in front of her with hunterâs stillness, watching her as intently as she was watching it.
It lowered its head, a hunter fixing on its prey, and took a step forward. Where its paw fell, a ring of blackness spread, eating at the leaf litter like a vicious acid, leaving behind a pitch-black circle of nothingness on the cold ground.
you KNOW I'm asking for more dark prince Sizhui, beloved son of my heart and also of the Burial Mounds.
p.s. re: tags I think you should continue posting random snippets rather than in order. It creates more of an effect like clips in a movie trailer, you know?
that's an extremely charming image, I love that, ok I will keep posting random snippets!
here is a snippet for you:
Jin Lingâs uncle was the greatest living expert on fighting demonic cultivators. Jin Ling knew without having ever quite been told that this was something his uncle hated, but felt obligated to maintain. What Jin Ling didnât know was why exactly he felt this obligation, though he had a number of very good guesses.
Heâd tried asking his mother, more than once, why Jiang Cheng spent so much time doing things that made him so angry. Whenever he did, she would just give him a small, tight smile, the kind he knew concealed a great well of old, old anger, and say something about duty. (Except one time, just after Jin Ling had turned ten, when his mother and his uncle had been fightingâon that day, Jin Lingâs mother had snarled with rare sarcasm, âSuch a generous inheritance our mother left behind for her children.â)
WIP Sunday
time to get some writing done! you know the drill, pick a wip from the list and I'll write 3 sentences or 15 minutes, whichever takes longer. if you want to join the game, make your own post and tag me, and we'll trade writing back and forth!
bridgerton au
dark prince sizhui au
december
and bone
strange & grimm
something else you happen to know I'm working on!