on the topic of genes we wish we had I may be in the minority but I’d kill for a very simple ombre gene. no real markings just a subtle, naturalistic gradient fade from dorsal dark to ventral light, with a matching ombre for the wings. maybe some very light naturalistic face markings. a kind of basic plus. you could call it fade/ombre and itd be so useful.
“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’
back as he speaks to some new recruits.
“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”
“He… just reminds me of someone,
sometimes. The Commander.”
twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.
twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds
than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled
by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.
twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face,
not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.
What I enjoy while reading the Haikyu!! manga is to see Hinatas and Yamaguchis friendship bloom. So I just imagined them hanging out and doing stuff other than volleyball, and I got this feeling of Tadashi being a tea drinking person and Hinata enjoying just talking over a cup of tea with him. Just having a break from everything. More below about the tea and friendship:
Request: Could you possibly do an Edward x reader? Like they run into each other one day and it’s like they’ve seen each other before, but they can’t remember and they’re both vampires. It could end up being his friend before they got turned, they were real close or something, then another vampire can see the past and tells them….
A/N: Okay so I changed it a little bit but ?? idk. also this is probably a LOT more than you asked for and its kinda bad bc i don’t do edward very often but I really got into it so I hope you enjoy
Warnings: Angst mostly, fire mention, war mention, scar mention, death mention, general cuteness, etc.
A devious item made by arcane tricksters and very popular amongst thieves and peddlers. The purse is imbued with illusion magic. The purse must be loaded with copper coins to function. When the holder announces a price and reaches into the purse, an illusion activates over the copper coins, making them look like any other valued coin of any specified currency. The illusion lasts 1 hour, after which the coins turn back into plain copper. Any person receiving the coins must make a Wisdom check agains a DC of 10 + your charism modifier. On a fail, the illusion goes unnoticed. On a success, the other person becomes aware of the illusion.
You can draw out as many coins as you have put in initially and the purse can hold no more than 100 coins. You can refill the coin purse during a long or short rest.
Aaron, the fit scrapper, feels like his husband has outdone him in preparing the Mill. So he puts a bit of effort in to surprise Robert with all these upcycled copper features to match their industrial look. To remind them of Holey Scrap, and all their investments and “business meetings”. *wink wink*
P.S Can’t believe I guessed the “industrial look” before the video was released, all based on that one lamp
You were sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping at a bowl of soup, watching as Caliban ironed the pile of clothes that lay stacked on the couch. He glanced up at you. “What’s on your mind?” Putting your spoon down, you sighed heavily. “Just a headache… Again…” “Grab the Ibuprofen. Drawer to your right.” Twisting in your seat, you reached over, and popped two pills into your mouth. Leaning over, you drowned them with a sip of water. You heard Charles suddenly blurt out mixed words from the empty tank Logan kept he in. Agonized memories attempting to resurface through his gibberish. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you tried not to think about him. What he used to be, what he was now… The Westchester incident… Caliban then the iron down, and looked over his shoulder. You straightened your back, pursing your lips slightly, watching him as he looked out the window. “Caliban?” “Logan’s back-Something’s wrong-” His voice trailed off, and you barely heard the last couple of words. “Wasn’t he supposed be gone for a few days?” That’s what you had heard, anyway.