features obscured

we’re all so confused and overwhelmed by this episode and we have twelve different theories that could explain everything, but the same obscure features and details tipped us off that something wasn’t right are the same details that prevent us from narrowing it down any because we don’t know what’s real anymore

and that’s exactly how mark likes it, he likes to watch us dance

Henry Jekyll meets Victor Frankenstein when they are both awkward teenage boys stepping into adulthood with thin, coltish steps. Hungry for what they feel the world owes them, they cross paths in the shadowed pockets of the school corridors where their features are obscured from each other.

Safer this way, where they retain a modicum of dignity and pretend their fingers don’t linger as they exchange books. Their intellect dances on the edge of monstrosity, one foot precariously dangling off the abyss testing gravity. Seeing if in their brilliance they can bend the laws of nature.

Jekyll hates the colour of his skin because he’s been taught to; unable to be recognised for anything but that, a burden not of his choice(and that is why sometimes he feels the tinge of disdain towards Victor’s indulgences of romance – that he even has that luxury, where as Jekyll is left with the powered bones of his mother (they are white as  marble), and he loathes the blue lines beneath Victor’s skin).

And he dreams of his mouth leaving imprints of red on that pale, pale flesh.

And Hyde longs to fill the edges of Jekyll’s skin so he no longer looks to lost in it.


Never had I seen someone look so lost in their own skin before. || Eliot C

Did You Mean It

A short little follow up to Episode 23 of the 2k12 verse, “Tokka Versus the World”, because something about the elevator scene didn’t sit right with me, even if it was just a comedic reference to the 2014 movie. 

Summary: All it took was one hit. One hit that was a little too hard, a little to underserving, a little too… angry. And Donnie decides he isn’t going to take it anymore. 

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Thursday 28th July Prompt - Soul Marks on the arm that Ed lost.

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Roy walked forward on hesitant steps, unsure of his welcome right this moment.

Ed sat on the window seat of their shared bedroom, his whole posture withdrawn, his shoulders hunched over and his messy ponytail obscuring his features. Roy was positive he’d noticed his entrance, but Ed made no move to acknowledge him.

Roy sighed softly, his stomach feeling tight at the picture of misery Ed made, and drew on his not unlimited well of patience to offer some comfort.

He couldn’t begin to understand what Ed was going through.

He crossed over the last few steps that separated them, and laid a gentle hand on Ed’s shoulder. He knew he wouldn’t need to speak – Ed had always hated silences, between them especially, and within minutes he was proved right.

“It was supposed to work,” Ed uttered, the disappointment in his tone palpable.

Encouraged by his willingness to at least discuss the matter, he let his hand trail higher over Ed’s shoulder, to rest where flesh met automail. He chose his words with care, “It was always a gamble, and a lesser man, or alchemist for that matter, would not have been able to accomplish what you did. You have your brother back, Edward,” he reminded him.

“I know!” Ed burst out, finally turning his face towards Roy, and his golden eyes gleamed with unshed tears. “And I’m so glad for him, so fucking glad…but…” he trailed off, glancing down at his lap where his automail hand clenched against his thigh. “…but it was meant to fix me too. I wanted to be whole.”

“Oh Ed,” Roy whispered. “You don’t need fixing…” He brought his other hand up to cup Ed’s cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“It’s not the leg or the arm that matters,” Ed continued, “it’s what was on it…”

Roy’s eyes closed in sudden understanding, cursing himself inwardly for not realising what exactly was bothering Ed – his beautiful, stubborn Ed, who faced the world with courage and a grin, and was so used to shrugging off his wounds that even Roy had difficulty recognising them.

He’d said it didn’t matter, the fact that he did not bear Roy’s name on his body, despite his own marking Roy’s hip. Roy had certainly never thought less of him for it – the soul mark was just a mark, such a small thing in comparison to what they shared.

And perhaps he’d truly not minded, until the possibility had been lost to him.

With a deep breath, Roy opened his eyes, his expression serious as he held Ed’s gaze. “Ed, I want you to listen to me,” he began, reaching into the belt of his military uniform, hand closing around the item that most military personnel carried as standard. With his other hand, he drew Ed’s right arm up towards him, uncurling the fingers one by one until Ed’s hand rested in the palm of his own.

“For all the soul-mates in the world, most are never lucky enough to find theirs.” He lifted the pen-knife and made the first mark in the metal of Ed’s palm. “Soul-marks are an aid, a physical symbol of a bond, and though they’re important, true, they’re only as important as you wish them to be.”

He started on the second mark. “I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, and I would even without the bond. I want you to know you have always been mine…and I have always been yours.”

He continued to scratch into the automail, eyes still on Ed. “I want you to know you have always been whole to me, Ed, but if a mark is what you need to feel it too, then so be it.”

He finished the last of the marks, and dropped the arm holding the pen-knife to the side.

And Ed, whose tears had dried, who stared up at Roy with something very much like wonder, slowly withdrew his hand from Roy’s, and glanced down, his mouth forming an “oh” of surprise as he took in the three little letters now carved into the palm of his hand – not the same as on his flesh, but the meaning was there, and they were his, just as the man.

R O Y

Before Roy could even brace himself, Ed was flinging himself into his arms, and all he could do was hold on tight to the other half of him, the one person who truly made him whole.  

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Happy Valentine’s Day all! Our very last fic is a lovely little smutty fic by Oracle Obscured featuring Luna and Neville. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. ❤

“Luna and Neville celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12362946/1/Luville-Lovebottom

theroyalwitch  asked:

[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc. Tell us about ur new weird arm

Not all that long ago Arelian would have pointed out that he’s an amalgam of tiny, interesting features! Why, check out this fun scar he got this one time in Mor Dhona…

But, you’re asking about his new arm. To talk about the new arm is to briefly mention the old arm. It was a normal arm that was lost when he both sacrificed it to a demon (long story) and then subsequently had it chewed to bits by a particularly angry beast… person… thing. He doesn’t mention the specifics of it.

But now the old arm is gone and in it’s place is something entirely different.

It’s unique. The truth of this is plain to see. It’s an arm, most notably, made of green-brown wood. Starting at the hand, the digits of it are thin, long, and mostly similar to those of his other hand. The entirety of it moves much like a flesh one would, though until he’s grown more accustomed to it the precise dexterity is lost. It’s not until you start looking upward that things get objectively weirder. Even just a little bit higher are small, green sprouts might one day blossom. They sit on his wrist.

In place of his ulna and radius are twined-together roots that look far too much like human muscle than might be wholly comfortable to look at. The design is intricate if not off-putting (or on-putting depending on who you are), and flanking that corded wood sit thicker lengths of wood that make a facsimile of flesh. Only glimpses of the strange, muscle-like structure is visible beneath this layer. Higher and higher one goes and it becomes clearer and clearer that the wooden “flesh” that wraps about his arm turns almost vine-like ‘til it wraps around a similar layer, wooden skin sitting atop where his humerus once was. At the shoulder it’s attached by a thick, tumor-like bulb and little vines seem to wrap about the remaining flesh of his shoulder, looking almost like they’re about to dig into his skin.

To the touch, it’s not an unwelcome feeling. Almost like running your hand along wood that’s in the process of being lacquered. There are your occasional rough spots, places that are going to need trimming or sanding, but overall it’s smooth. However, it’s far from the sort of warm one might expect from touching another person. While not cold, it’s more a solid room temperature most of the time.

He’s not quite got the hang of moving it yet. It takes active thought to make use of it and frankly, have you ever had to think about moving your arm or hand?

(( For visual reference, see @vlada-artblog! ))

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Detail of a Greene & Greene chair, on view in the newly installed permanent exhibition “Greene & Greene” in the Virginia Steele Scott Galleries of American Art.

caption: Greene & Greene, made by Hall and Ott, Side chair for the William R. Thorsen house, 1908–10, Honduras mahogany, ebony, brass pins, fruitwood, oak and abalone inlays, leather seat. Lent to The Huntington with permission of The Gamble House, University of Southern California.

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@arrowsbro wanted captain britain

        When the mantle of Captain Britain was passed on to her, as was the means of contact that Brian had offered to allies on Earth.  So far the line had been quiet but she stared at the meeting request sent from Hawkeye.  As far as she knew, there were not any threats immediately present towards the country, but where there was an Avenger, there was surely trouble soon to follow.

       She spotted the purple clad Avenger on her approach, instantly recognizing him but her features were predominantly obscured behind her mask.  “I got your message,” she called out as soon as her white boots touched the ground.

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Detail of the White-crowned Pigeon page in John James Audubon’s Birds of America: From Original Drawings, 1827–38, on view in the permanent exhibition “Remarkable Works, Remarkable Times” in the Library Main Hall.

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You didn’t think you could fall any more in love with Bear Brown than you already were. But then he looked at you from the other side of the campfire and everything changed. The day had been full of laughter and intimate moments. You finally admitted to yourself that you couldn’t live without him.

Even though the smoke from the fire partially obscured his features, his smile shone through like a bright white flash. His long brown hair blew around his head and still holding his hands to the warmth of the fire, he shook his hair back from his face.

“I don’t want to scare you.” Bear squatted back on his heels and your eyes involuntarily went to his firm thighs, straining against the fabric of his jeans. His legs were so muscular from a life spent running through the woods and climbing trees. Your body ached to feel his legs tighten around yours.

You swallowed thickly before you spoke.
“Why would you scare me?” Your voice came out a bit huskier than you planned and you saw Bear’s smile expand at your nervousness.

“Because you are so awesomely amazing that I’m planning to ask you to marry me and we’re going to give my mom some grand-babies.” He replied with no hesitation and absolute confidence.

Bear had been so careful not to talk about marriage or children or your future together for the six months you had been dating. At first you were content to just get to know him and enjoy being with him. But now, watching him stand up and move toward you, it was clear. You saw your future in his blue eyes and you saw your happiness in his smile.

“So that’s your plan, huh?” You sat still and looked up at Bear as he walked to stand right in front of you.

“Yes. That’s my plan. Are you interested?” He pulled you to your feet as his eyes moved down to rest on your lips and his hands softly stroked your shoulders.

You smiled and nodded your answer and moved close to wrap your arms around his neck. Your hands twined in the waves of his hair.

“Yes, Solomon. I’m interested.” You nibbled gently on the side of his neck, and felt his arms tighten around you. “So I guess we’d better get started. We don’t want to keep your mom waiting any longer.”

IC 1795: The Fishhead Nebula  : To some, this nebula looks like the head of a fish. However, this colorful cosmic portrait really features glowing gas and obscuring dust clouds in IC 1795, a star forming region in the northern constellation Cassiopeia. The nebulas colors were created by adopting the Hubble false-color palette for mapping narrow emission from oxygen, hydrogen, and sulfur atoms to blue, green and red colors, and further blending the data with images of the region recorded through broadband filters. Not far on the sky from the famous Double Star Cluster in Perseus, IC 1795 is itself located next to IC 1805, the Heart Nebula, as part of a complex of star forming regions that lie at the edge of a large molecular cloud. Located just over 6,000 light-years away, the larger star forming complex sprawls along the Perseus spiral arm of our Milky Way Galaxy. At that distance, this picture would span about 70 light-years across IC 1795. via NASA

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Detail of a Greene & Greene chiffonier, on view in the newly installed permanent exhibition “Greene & Greene” in the Virginia Steele Scott Galleries of American Art.

caption: Greene & Greene, Chiffonier for the David B. Gamble house, 1908, 1909, black walnut, ebony, brass pins, and inlay of fruitwood and semi-precious stones. Lent to The Huntington with permission of The Gamble House, University of Southern California.

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Detail of a Tower of Jewels plant (Echium wildpretii) in the Desert Garden.

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Detail of Frederick Carl Frieseke’s Woman Seated in a Garden, on view in the Virginia Steele Scott Galleries of American Art.

caption: Frederick Carl Frieseke, Woman Seated in a Garden, 1914, oil on canvas. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens. Gift of the Virginia Steele Scott Foundation.

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Detail of a page from Maria Sibylla Merian’s Metamorphosis insectorum surinamensium (Metamorphosis of the insects of Surinam), 1730, on view in the permanent exhibition “Beautiful Science: Ideas that Changed the World” in Dibner Hall.

Squint is an every-Thursday post that features snapshots of small, obscure Huntington details that catch our eye. It’s a little window into some of the delightful minutiae that bring a smile to our collective face.