ermmmm yeah twilight x rarity next gen design bc i am bored. part 1 maybe if i feel like continuing
Ephemeral - short lived
Glimmer - wavering or faint stream of light.
Ephie is a artifact maker, renowned across Equestria for her intricate designs. She can cast any incantation over the jewelry she makes and make an amulet out of it. She runs a business doing just that.
I would've made her an alicorn but i feel like that's been done to death already and i never liked that alicorns can be born in canon. twilight can mentor someone to be heir. I feel like Twilight never really had a choice so she never pressured Ephie into the royal life, whenever it could be avoided.
In fact, Twilight hadn't announced any news about her relationship with Rarity until she was expressly given permission by both Ephie and Rarity. She didn't want to ruin Rarity's career in the fashion industry with rumors, so they'd actually kept Ephie's identity a secret for a long time. (Everybody knew. everybody knew and didn't gaf but they still pretended not to see Twilight every time they caught sight of Ephie's fuckass streaks.)
Also i feel like she'd have a really tragic death idk the name symbolism is just too delicious . A rarity is one of a kind sort of wonder, a twilight is the short time between night and day. an ephemeral glimmer is a light that only last a short time but dazzles regardless. something something Twilight expected to outlive everyone except her child.
inat has options for this! for each observation you upload, you can choose to keep the location public, not to disclose location at all, or to obscure it.
i'm a fan of the obscured option bc it shows the general area but not the exact coordinates, which allows for region-specific species ids without doxxing you. according to the inat help page it picks a random point within a 500km radius.
Caleb x mc | early relationship as in they’re still exploring how to be a couple | it’s finally time for Caleb hurt/comfort | sexy surprise gone wrong | discussions of self image issues
You’re trying very hard not to hold tonight against Caleb. You know him, know how he operates, now that you spend most of your free time in Skyhaven, in his apartment; so you know he’s teasing, when he comes home and walks past you into his office. You can almost see the thought forming behind his eyes when he spots you, artfully curled up on the couch in a lacy little number.
His smile is a dead giveaway too, crooked, boyish, the way it got when he wanted you to beg him for the snacks he was unfairly keeping from you, back in school. And he has no way to know that you’ve been feeling weird lately, like your skin doesn’t fit right over your body. You weren’t planing on telling him, you just wanted to feel pretty today; you wanted Caleb to give you those hungry eyes he gets and privately convince yourself again that he actually does want you.
So you hold for the space of a minute, seeing his back disappear around the corner, uniform still pristine over his shoulders. You try to ignore the cruel voice in your head that whispers your darkest thoughts in your ear.
Maybe if you were beautiful, one of those women that stop men in their tracks and are effortlessly sexy all the time, instead of having to position yourself awkwardly half off the sofa so your legs can look a little longer. Maybe if you didn’t have to angle yourself to hide the pouch of your lower belly. Maybe if your eyes were sharper, hypnotic. Maybe—
Your chest heaves against your will, caught in a sob that you can hardly suppress into a rough breath instead, and tears fill your eyes at an alarming rate that sends you tiptoeing back into the room that’s steadily become yours. The lock clicks quietly, and you find yourself not knowing what to do.
You want to strip out of this lingerie that feels more and more like a costume, pathetic and useless on you; you kinda want to tear your flesh off too, or somehow be magically transported back to your place in Linkon, to the moment before you added this fucking outfit to your cart.
Silence prevails on the other side of the door, so much that you can hear the hum of the city below. Of course Caleb wouldn’t come looking for you, you feel so fucking stupid.
…
Caleb can’t exactly tell what he’s expecting to see, after he settles down on his office chair with a shit eating grin. He has ideas that dance across his mind, one more delightful than the last. You, sweetly calling his name and prancing in to sit in lap. You, annoyed, standing hands on hips in the doorway and calling him out for being an asshole when you’ve made yourself so tempting for him.
He doesn’t prepare himself for dead silence. The lack of reaction from you is in fact so startling that it makes him pace a few laps around his desk. Are you waiting him out? You couldn’t have fallen asleep in so little time right? It’s you though, so he can’t be sure, in all honesty.
It takes around fifteen minutes of stewing before he finally breaks and he makes his way back to the living room, coatless and with quite a few buttons if his crisp white shirt undone, only to find it empty. No noise, no you, only the book you were pretending to read tossed haphazardly over the couch.
In a moment of madness Caleb imagines you out there in Skyhaven, all lace and sweetness and the temper he can’t live without. As if you would’ve just walked out his door in that state, for no reason he can readily grasp.
“Pips?” His voice is far steadier than he feels. It echoes in a way he’s no longer used to, since you started building this new relationship where he can finally love you openly, loudly, unashamedly.
You don’t answer, but Caleb’s good at minding the details, and the sound he picks up from behind your door is one he’s trained himself to recognize even if you try your damndest to hide it.
You’re crying, muffling it into a pillow by the dull sob he barely catches, and it breaks his heart clean in half. He did this. There must’ve been signs, somewhere in your face, in the way your eyes peeked over the cover of the airplane manual you used as a prop, that you weren’t up for games tonight, not that kind at least. And he missed them.
It’s quite obvious, here standing at your door, knocking softly so he doesn’t startle you. You generally don’t pose yourself, specially not so overtly that it makes you look uncomfortable. Caleb’s whole chest aches with the thought of you, coming to the conclusion that he doesn’t appreciate the effort, or that he doesn’t find you the most attractive person he’s ever had the honor of laying eyes on.
So he drops the nicknames, whispers your name instead to ask you to open the door, to let you know he means it. And maybe it works, maybe you just hear the guilt in his voice, the honest desire to make this right, because you disengage the lock for him.
Caleb tries, he really does his level best not to crowd you, but you’re there, now in one of his shirts and sleep shorts. Your eyes are red, hair a mess, and he can clearly see from here a scrap of torn lace peeking out of the trash can in the corner.
“Baby—“
You’re not looking at him, like your bare feet are the most interesting thing in the world.
“I just wanted to feel pretty for you.”
His hands fucking shake at your admission. Caleb understands how much it takes for you to be this vulnerable, with him or anybody. It takes you feeling like you can’t hold things anymore. You, the strongest person he knows.
“You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re real sometimes, Pips,” he attempts. It’s not enough. “I’m so sorry I didn’t show you tonight.”
“No, I’m not sexy,” your eyes shine with fresh tears, head shaking, “you’re so handsome and strong and lovely, you stop people on the street and I’m just a— blob.”
“Baby, you’re my only fantasy. Since the very beginning, every bit of you. I’ve only ever wanted you, the sexiest, prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. The only one that drives me crazy.”
You hiccup and finally, finally, take a step into him. You settle your arms around him and your cheek against his chest; and Caleb has permission to hold you at last. He folds over you, trying to hide you from the world that could make you think you’re shapeless. As if you’re not the axis that defines him, the shining point his life revolves around.
He tries not to cry himself, but he feels you tucked into him, warm, soft flesh around an iron core that still needs his reassurance from time to time. He needs to tell you more, he figures, has to be more transparent about how you’re always on his mind. How the thought of your voice soothes him when tension stiffens the back of his neck; and the memory of your skin on his is the one thing that’s sure to help him sleep at night when you’re not here.
Caleb coaxes you under the covers eventually, he moves with you, keeping a hand always on your body, —your arms, your thighs, whatever he can reach as your breathing settles, exhausted. And he’s talking nonsense, the unfiltered running commentary he usually keeps to himself.
You’re so warm. I love this little dimple here. This scar is my favorite cause I told you not to climb that tree and you did it anyway to prove me wrong. I wish I could sleep with these icicle feet in my bed every night.
Then you’re laughing, face tucked into the crook of his neck, mumbling that you love him. The full three words —four— ‘I love you, Caleb’.
The only secret he keeps from you tonight is that this is his favorite thing: how you chose to give him your heart even when he doesn’t feel worthy of it.
While I was mid searching I realized some of “X” links had been reposted by bots and the links are directed to some gambling site 4 me….even gooning isn’t safe anymore😭
Man Im sorry for snapping at you , uts just that I only got 8 hours of sleep last night and I only had like, two pandcakes with strawberrys and whipped cream and like three premium sausags for breakfast
yuna getting really lovely, thoughtful, sometimes extravagant mothers day and birthday gifts from ilya never really understanding why hes going through all this effort even if she does appreciate it and thinks hes so so sweet for it all, even after the boys tell her and david about ilyas mother and the irina foundation it doesnt fully click for a while. it only comes together on some random day, ilya has a game later that night and he’s had lunch with yuna and david planned for a while and he shows up with the good vodka david likes and this small package of candies that ilya hands to her very shyly for the first time probably in his life, definitely since shes known him, and he explains with shaking hands that they were his mama’s favorite, and it was her birthday today.
yuna feels her heart break a little bit when he tells her that she would have been younger than her, maybe too young for how old her children are considering he had an older brother, but he thought about his mama when he was happy in the hollander home, and wanted to share his mamas favorite candy with the woman who was mama to his favorite person in the world. like they got to meet, in a way. and yuna realizes very suddenly that he does the birthdays and mothers days for both her and irina because she is the closest thing he has to a mother, and she looks at him and realizes with it that he is in some ways still 12, finding his mother, and she has never met a little boy so tall and tired when she pulls him into a hug and doesnt let go till david suggests they get inside for lunch.
I feel like Lohen and Wanderer are nicer than the fanbase tends to characterize them as. In the game, while battle crazy, Lohen is actually rather nice to Traveler & Paimon. (And I don't even need to get into Wanderer in game lol)
Wanderer and Lohen being soft to their partners. There's no need to be rough, they can get that energy out elsewhere. Sure, they still say weird stuff or act a little odd sometimes, but they aren't like rough or mean or keeping a vice grip on their partners, yanno?
Wanderer responding to compliments with insults that really aren't insults and have absolutely no bite in the tone. All the while definitely letting his partner invade his space far more than anyone else, and giving some degree of physical affection (even if it's just holding hands). "Yeah...well...your hair is a mess, you look like a Sumeru rose in the wind" or something. He's too tsundere to say the sweet things back right away, but he's hardly being mean, and his tone is more teasing or playful or sweet.
Lohen being gentle and cheerful with his partner. One can almost forget he's the same individual as the madman on the battlefield. That is, until... "If it's gifts you like, angel, I can happily bring back some ruin guard parts! Or, or, even some rifthound claws! Whatever's your favorite, you name it, you'll have it!" "Lohen, I meant something like flowers, or sweets, silly." "Ohhh, gotcha. I can do that too!"
Bonus: Lohen would also definitely offer to shred anything in his partner's nightmares. Not possible? Doesn't matter. He'll figure out a way. He looks so ready for the hunt that his partner actually believes him and it does actually make his partner feel better.
Anon THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT YES
I see this a lot especially with Lohen being headcanoned to be a yandere or obsessive and possessive over his lover/partners (seeing the illuhen ship) when that isn’t his case at all, like you said when we see him he’s extremely respectful and kind even to venti which was just “a random bard that knows a little too much” according to him if I recall correctly yet he wasn’t rude or hostile to anyone 😭 even in his leaked voicelines he isn’t malicious towards the traveler but rather curious about them which reminds me a lot of Childe. I think lohen would use pet names like “angel” and “my love” so far. I’ve seen people say lohen needs someone to humble him, given what we theorize about visits and especially cryo ones he needs someone to understand him instead
Imo wanderer is just as an unfortunate case as Lohen because I think a lot of people don’t understand the difference between scaramouche and him and or prefer scaramouche instead which messes up how he is perceived, just listen to how he talks to the traveler, paimon, nahida, Durin. People he is close to and comfortable with vs how he spoke to those people as scaramouche when we were enemies it’s very different and he’s even canonically called the traveler adorable, his teapot lines are so much softer and sweeter and even the voiceline where he muses he would have loved to take them to the harbinger feasts, which could definitely be seen as a intimate gesture even if it was because he found it funny it’s akin to being invited to dinner.
roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck.
anyways they’re fucking dead it’s not like you’re enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that
the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people
A pretty bold faced lie, considering you’re about three steps from the entrance to the Nest. Sylus hums on the other side of the phone, clearly none the wiser.
“How fitting. I’m just waking up.” He doesn't sound too tired but you don't press the subject. The last thing you need is for him to get suspicious.
"Well, alright, I'll call you when I wake up? Goodnight, love you!" You hang up quickly, slipping inside the dark club.
You hate to lie to Sylus, really you do. A relationship is built on trust after all. Especially given his line of work. He doesn't lie to you, and you don't lie to him.
Well, at least before tonight.
"This is an interesting outfit for bed, sweetie." Sylus relaxes in a rather ornate chair, while you stand before him, sighing. Apparently, your lead on a big deal tonight had been wrong. Or, more likely, it had been right, but the buyer wasn't exactly someone you planned to hand over to the Association. At least, not until you kill him.
"Just waking up, huh?" You scoff, walking over to sink into his lap. The various men in the room are quick to slip out, not wanting to get tangled in Sylus's personal life.
"Shall we call it a truce?" His arms come around you, resting his chin on your shoulder possessively.
"...Fine. But answer this. Did you set this up on purpose?"
He leans back in the chair, eyes running over you and the expensive outfit you'd donned to "fit in" to the clubs interior.
well, no, i didn’t expect leopards to eat my face, but this obviously wasn’t what the leopards eating people's face party wanted. they were stifled by their opposition and bureaucratic red tape! i think we should give more power to the leopard eating face party, so the leopards only eat the faces of people who deserve it. plus they just put a new leopard in charge of the face eating, and i think this one really brings something new to the table. so yes i'm voting for the leopards eating people's face party again. why wouldn't i.
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