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I've been thinking about this very minor Disney character from Bambi.
That hunting season arc at the end, the animals are hiding. There is a poor pheasant hen that got scared, panicked, flew up, and was killed. It was a small role but very impactful, and that actress put her all in that scene!
I want to do a TWST oc based on her! Maybe an avian beastman or a monster harpy. More likely a beastman. Maybe they're an actress, specifically in horror/suspense/thrillers.
I welcome others to try!
Can someone please come rescue me from this nightmare
fic rec (not) friday
sharp as teeth and scars (i can't give you up)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
by @barkatthemooninsteadofwriting on Ao3
The man, vampire, hovering above him, straddling his hips with his wrists pinned beneath his knees, is beautiful. He’s made of starlight, silver eyes burning in the dim alleyway, white skin luminescent and glowing from within, fangs flashing as he licks his upper lip.
Their eyes meet, and the entire universe shifts on its axis, everything around them fading away into nothingness. His lungs are frozen, those silver eyes staring into his very soul, and he’s never felt so terribly seen. He finally drags in a shallow breath, and instead of the usual panic that accompanies the scent of a vampire, all he feels is peace.
He supposes that dying here, at the hands of the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, isn’t the worst way to go. Remus Lupin is broke, a werewolf, struggling through college, perpetually exhausted, and a vampire hunter.
Sirius Black is a vampire.
They should hate each other, because of what they are.
Surprisingly, they don't.
if you like vampire!sirius and werewolf!remus this is the fic for you!! i honestly just realised how under appreciated it was and there is no reason for that! It's a little smuttier than what I usually recommend but it honestly works really well!
Favourite tropes included are:
Vampire!Sirius
Werewolf!Remus
Enemies (sort of) to lovers
James and Lily are very supportive friends
Soulmate shenanigans (again, sort of)
Sirius befriends a cat
caring for each other
COMMUNICATION
there is a pheasant on the toilet
As always, leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3
On my way to a scary meeting that might have a lastning impact on me. Just saw a melanistic pheasant for the second time in my entire life, standing still in plain sight. Sometimes a bird is just a bird, but sometimes it's a sign. It's gonna be okay. I'm making the right choice. Thank you Pheasant.
“The Pheasant,” by Sylvia Plath
I would love to hear about the deities (?) in your spirituality! and a very curious to see if they are similar to mine.
Hello! The deities I mainly feel and work with are an aspect of Freyr (Frej the Tender), an aspect of Odin (Greybeard), and three forces of nature I've dubbed the Matriarch, the Patriarch, and the Crooked Horn.
Frej represents everything that needs to be cared for and tended to, from seed to harvest and the relationship throughout. Some of the places I find him are in ploughed fields, domestic animals, food storage, tame/captive/domestic plants, baby animals, hunts, and intimate acts, including sex. I also see him in boars, which are sort of a symbol of him.
Greybeard is an amalgamation of every old teacher I've had. He is wise, kind, and stern, he demands respect but loves to tease, and more than anything wants us to learn and grow wiser. I haven't worked with him in a long while, but I've started to come back to him in recent months.
My Parriarchs can't be separated from each other. The Matriarch's primary domain is consuming (eating, drinking, taking, giving), while the Patriarch's primary domain is growth. His seed falls to the ground when she rustles a branch, he makes it take root as her waters flow over it, and as she nourishes him, a sprout appears. Though she will devour many of his sprouts, some will persist and grow by his hand, as she digests the many and fills the soil with her nutrients to once more feed him. They're two strings of DNA - without being tightly intertwined, they just break apart.
The Crooked Horn is everything that doesn't go as we planned. They're entropy, I suppose. I see them in lightning strikes and dice rolls and birth defects. I've only very recently understood that the Crooked Horn also represents a detachment from your own stubbornness and preconceived notions - like the ultimate opportunity to learn. I've long felt that the Patriarch was tied to Frej and I'm starting to think the Crooked Horn might be tied to Greybeard.
I also work with several smaller spirits: The Pheasant, the Bison, and Spindekælling (an aspect of the Spider), as well as the Idealist who is a character from modern fiction that I prefer not to name by name here. Pheasant is my primary guide - he tries to teach me to open up and show my true colors, even if it's sometimes to my own detriment. It's very difficult for me to listen to him because I have a lot of self-repression due to trauma, but I still have many years left to learn. Bison teaches me to be present and grounded and to live in the moment. I have a tendency to "live in the future," (i.e., I'm a planner, rather than a doer) so a reminder to just sit down and close my eyes and listen to the birds singing is often needed. Spindekælling creates. She's the aspect of Spider that spins webs and she teaches me patience, focus, and to hone my crafts, rather than jumping from hobby to hobby. It's very difficult for me to listen to her too. The Idealist is who I'm most connected to. His lessons are about hope, understanding, conflict resolution, and looking towards the future.
All this is tied together by Dust. I don't... really believe that these entities I work with are tangible, definable, finite, observable entities. I think they're all aspects of Dust, which is the essence of consciousness. If you've read His Dark Materials you'll understand because I basically believe in those books' idea of Dust. Dust particles can band together to form entities for a time, and you can talk to those entities and sense their presence, and they can affect the world around them. But at the end of the day they're all just dense gatherings of Dust - they're all different aspects of the same particles. Particles that are everywhere around us, in every rock and tree and droplet of water. So all this is basically pantheism with extra steps.
Me: yeah, my survival mechanism is to just blend into the background and appear as normal as possible
The pheasant, beating me with a stick: STOP! SMOTHERING! YOUR! SELF!