setting mist

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The Night Court’s inner circle 

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The Courts & High Lords of Prythian ~ The Winter Court // Kallias

“The wind lifted me up into the trees where I danced to the rhythm of the evergreens, swaying to the tune of the northern breeze, frozen in timeless melody”

  • friend: you're the Suriel to my Feyre bro
  • me: *tears flowing down, flowers surrounding us* bro
Garbage-ass neighbor again

My jerkwad neighbor who loves parking in my driveway parked there again this winter. He apparently didn’t learn. We had several snow storms this winter and there were advisories to not park your car in the street, for plowing purposes. Of course shit nugget still doesn’t want to pay $270 for a parking pass, where he lives. My parents were visiting, so all of our cars were in my driveway. We were having dinner, and here it is in the middle of the fucking night he doesn’t call-first, nor does he ring on the door bell. He bangs on the door [not knock, there’s a difference] interrupting dinner with my family. I ask what his problem is

“I can’t park on the street, let me park in your driveway.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me?? No “May I?” let alone a “please?” I, politely said “No, you can’t” and especially since my driveway was full and it’s MY FUCKING DRIVEWAY, I’m not going to move my parents’ cars nor mine just for him to park. He left and went to demand parking in other neighbors’ driveways. They too-know he’s a piece of shit and are long fed up with him as well, so they said no.

He comes back later after hearing him swear up and down the block. He knocks again and I tell him that he can park if he gave me $60 bucks; I wager that’s the price if he wants to take my time out from having dinner with my family to move all the cars out of my driveway and have him at the end of the driveway [so he wouldn’t be blocking us in]. He starts cursing and walks away. I didn’t care; finished dinner with my family.

The next day came about and it’s when the advisory is in effect. My parents took my dad’s car and they went to get groceries, only to come back and find that asshole parked in the driveway, AGAIN! Okay. Now you wanna play? I tried calling a truck, but they were in a delay what with getting people out of their cars and the tow-truck companies are fully booked during the winter, so I wasn’t going to wait hours. I didn’t ring his doorbell or anything because I knew his response [he pretends to not be home when it’s times to alert him of his shitdickness].

Having some warm cider in my living room, I see him leave with a friend and they go out, but he rides with his friend and leaves his car in my driveway. Lightbulbs turned on. My driveway is mostly flat, thankfully, so my dad and I jacked the rear end if his car and pivoted it out of the way, and there was barely enough to wiggle my dad’s car back into the driveway. But we got it out of the way enough that we could get cars in and out of the driveway with careful maneuvering. Now he’s still gone, and so I took the jack back under his car, and jacked the car up right on its catalytic converter. Its bent and has left a slight opening in the exhaust-work.

Also left a scratch at the bases of his door, have fun with rust, in some time. It’s pretty freaking cold out and I had brought in my garden hose for the winter, but I hooked it up to my basement sink and set it on mist and thoroughly showered his car with water, giving it a decent coating of ice over the door handles, on the windshield, and windows.

The snow gets heavy and we haven’t noticed him return yet [we figure he would return because he’d have to be flumoxed about his car being covered in ice]. We got an idea, though. The snow stopped a bit and we began some shoveling and packed mounds of snow around his car, thus making it inaccessible.

He returns and asks what happened to his car. I ask him why he parked where people shovel snow into piles. He knew damn well he parked there, but it was fun watching him take an entire day trying to melt the ice and free his car. He said he was going to call the cops, and so I told him to, he didn’t since he probably knew he would get fined and I can charge him with trespassing. Dumbass also thought it was a good idea to try and melt ice with hot water; cracked his windshield. Have fun with rust and an exhaust leak. Try it again. Play stupid ass games, win fucking stupid-ass prizes.

TL;DR Neighbor still parked in my driveway and interrupted dinner with my family, so I iced him in and left him some surprises with his car.

dupes/alternatives masterpost ✨

Hey loves, this masterpost was partially requested and I’m so excited.  I recommend to do your research before buying the dupe, some of the dupes are better than others. Some brands are repeated. Here is a dupe masterpost for MAC lipsticks. Here is a dupe masterpost for liquid lipsticks. Here is a spreadsheet of Coastal Scents eyeshadows to MAC eyeshadow dupes. Most of these dupes I found online so I do not take credit for any of those but some I researched myself. This is under read more because this list is very long. :) If you have any more dupes or questions, feel free to send them in.

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The Courts and High Lords of Prythian ~ The Day Court // Helion

“The sun is a daily reminder that we too can rise again from the darkness, that we too can shine our own light”

Selena Gomez wore Marc Jacobs Beauty to the 2017 Met Gala created by Marc Beauty Global Artistry Ambassador Hung Vanngo.

“I was originally going to do something very soft on Selena Gomez —the twist was the bright pink eyeliner I came across while sorting through colors. I thought it would be a fun punch of color.⠀

After applying Coconut Primer, I buffed Genius Gel into the skin. I added luminosity to the skin by blending Dew Drops Coconut Gel Highlighter on top of the cheekbones, the bridge of the nose, and on the Cupid’s bow. I followed with a little Remedy Concealer Pen under the eyes, and Re(Marc)able Concealer wherever a bit of extra coverage was wanted. To set, I used Perfection Powder through the t-zone. I then dusted the high points of the face with O!Mega Bronzer and added a swirl of Air Blush to the apples of the cheeks.⠀

For the bright pop of color on Selena’s eyes, I drew Matte Highliner in Popular along the top lashline, into the crease, and onto the outer third of the eyelid, extending outward. I blended this into the shape I wanted with a brush. I then applied the soft pink shades from Style Eye-Con No. 7 Palette in The Lover as a wash across the entire eye, and along the bottom lashes. The lashes were thickened and defined with a coat of Velvet Noir Mascara on top, and just slightly on the bottom with Feather Noir Ultra-skinny Mascara.⠀

For lips, I wanted to keep the same tonal color story. I used one of my favorite colors from New Nudes, In The Mood . Before applying this, I softly outlined lips with (P)outliner in Nudeist.⠀

For a glow on the body, I went back and added Marc Glow Stick in "Spotlight” on the collarbones, shoulders, arms and the legs.⠀

A quick spritz of Coconut Setting Mist on the way out the door, and she’s good to go!“

-Hung Vanngo, Marc Jacobs Beauty Global Artistry Ambassador.⠀

Self Conclusion

This is slightly AU in that Jughead and Betty don’t talk in high school. They aren’t dating and never have. They don’t talk to one another. All incidents with Betty’s family (Polly being pregnant, etc) and Jughead’s Dad (being in jail) have happened. Inspired by Self Conclusion by The Spill Canvas, Liability by Lorde and Intertwined by Dodie.

Warnings for dark thoughts, depression, talk of suicide.


Chapter One

In between the towns of Riverdale and Greendale, just beyond Sweetwater River, is a bank of cliffs. The further you climb, the higher they get. There’s even a fence to deter people from going to the top. 

Betty had been coming here for months. She climbed under the fence, the setting sun and heavy mist sending a shiver down her spine. She slowly dropped down to the ground, scooting her legs over the edge. The dirt and gravel stuck to her clammy palms, but she barely noticed. She was here almost every day, the same thoughts racing through her mind - j u m p.

Betty sighed to herself and reached behind her back, feeling for a rock. She felt a flat, smooth stone in her palm. She felt the weight, tossing it in her palm before winding up and throwing it with all her might over the precipice. 

She heard footsteps against gravel in the distance, getting louder and louder with each passing moment. Her heart hammered in her chest as she scooted away from the edge of the cliff.

She was dusting the dirt from her jeans as she came face-to-face with Jughead Jones. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. He held her gaze for a moment before widening his eyes, trying to make her uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” He blurted.

“Just looking at the view,” Betty shrugged.

“What view? It’s foggy as fuck.” As if to make Jughead’s point, fat drops of rain started to fall, making the stone darker where it landed. “I have definitive plans here and just because you’re here doesn’t mean I’m going to change them.”

It took Betty a moment before she realized what he meant - he was here for the same reason as she, except he seemed set on following through with his plan. 

He was dressed simply, jeans and a t-shirt with an S emblazoned on it, a jean jacket and a pair of converse. She realized, looking at him, that his usual beanie and suspenders were missing. Whenever she saw him in the halls, he was never without them.

“You’re in my way, blondie.”

“I’m not moving. Y-you can’t jump.” Betty steeled herself as best she could against the chilly, damp air. She needed to stand her ground just in case he did anything.

Jughead scoffed and rolled his eyes. She could see him eyeing the cliff behind her, the rocks, the mist and fog surrounding them. 

“What do you care? You don’t even know me.” He said, looking her dead in the eye. It was a challenge.

“I know, but I’d like to change that. Give me a chance to change that?” Betty cocked an eyebrow.

Jughead shook his head. “Just like that, huh? Are you trying to take on a project? You’ll walk down the cliffs until we’re on solid ground and turn tail and run just like everyone else. Just let me get this over with.”

“No, it’s not like that. I used to see you with Archie. I… I heard about your dad. I’d truly like to get to know you, Jughead.”

Jughead stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

 “I mean, won’t you miss…” She trailed off. How was she supposed to list reasons why he should stay alive when moments before he arrived, she was contemplating the same thing he was about to do? “Won’t you miss milkshakes and french fries and sunrises? That feeling you get when you watch a new movie for the first time and you just feel how great it is deep in your soul? When you wake up from an amazing night’s sleep? Biting into a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie?”

“Wow,” Jughead laughed. It was a humorless, empty sound. “You make it sound so easy to be alive, Betty, but let me save you the trouble - I’m already dead inside. None of those things are worth staying for.”

Betty bit her lip. She couldn’t let this happen. “Trust me, I know how badly you want to do this. But… but what if instead of jumping, you stay with me. Stay here with me, we won’t go our separate ways once we walk down to solid ground.”

“What do you mean?” Jughead’s eyebrows knit in conclusion.

“My family’s gone for the weekend. Come and stay with me and I’ll prove to you why it’s not worth doing this.” What the hell was she saying? How was she going to prove it to him?

“You make it sound so easy. It’s not like I’ll spend a few hours with you and I’ll be cured.” Jughead shoved his hands deeper into his jean pockets. The rain was picking up, making him wish more than anything he hadn’t left his hat at home.

“I know you won’t be cured. But, if we can get you to re-think this, there’s hope. We can get help. Get-get you help.” Betty dug at the gravel with the toe of her shoe. She only looked down for a second - her eyes snapped back to Jughead as soon as he made the slightest of movements. “Plus, it’ll be for more than a few hours. Give me a few days.”

Jughead sighed. “Look, this really isn’t -”

“Give me seventy-two hours, Jughead.”

He snorted. “Twenty-four.”

“Sixty.”

“Look, I could stand here and try and convince you, or you could come home with me and we could get warm. Give me forty-eight hours, Jughead.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll play along. I’ll give you forty-eight hours to try and convince me, but Christ, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll come back and fucking fling myself off this cliff, and -”

Betty steeled herself against the rain, pounding down against them now. She was facing Jughead, her back toward the edge of the cliff. Fog hung thickly around them.

“Why are you doing this, anyway? Why do you care? You could pretend you were never up here.”

“Because I know what you’re going through.” Betty crossed her arms tightly against her chest. “Minutes before you got here, I was going to jump, too.”

Jughead’s hardened exterior softened, his tight-knit eyebrows and permanent frown changing into something almost sympathetic. He didn’t say a word.

She extended her hand toward him, rain rolling down her cheek. “What do you say, Jughead? My house?”

He nodded ever so slightly, taking her hand and leading her away from the cliff’s edge. 

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The Courts & High Lords of Prythian ~ The Dawn Court // Thesan

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell”

Help Me Get The Girl Part 7 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,694

Warnings: Language.  Mentions of sex.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my girl @vincentvangrayson because she has been amazing with supporting me and my writing.

This part has been about 2 weeks in the world.  It has been scrapped at least 5 times and right now I feel that I got what I wanted accomplished.  Honestly, I hope you like it because this is where the real shit happens.

This in no way reflects Grayson’s true reactions in a situation like this, it’s a work of fiction.

Thank you and happy reading!

Your POV:

I was nervous as hell.

The ball was something that I had successfully avoided attending year after year. Each year I would help Grace’s family set up a few things, but I always managed to get of there about a half hour before it began.  This year, not only was I being forced to attend, but I was being forced to dance!   The positive was that I wouldn’t be dancing with Ethan.  I don’t know how Grace has managed to get him prepared for the performance in time; the kid has no rhythm.

            I had just arrived to Grace’s home where for the first time ever I would be getting dolled up for the ball rather than setting tables and making sure all the décor was lined up correctly.  A part of me was thankful that I wouldn’t have to light all the candles on each center piece on the tables or sweep up the already clean floors.  This time I got to wear a dress that made me feel like a million bucks and get my hair done by a professional hair stylist.

           “Could you get in here, please?  I need to know if my makeup looks like a 4 year old soccer player applied it with the mud from their cleats.” Grace’s voice rang from her beauty room to where I was standing.  I tossed my cellphone onto her bed, secretly rolling my eyes because I knew that her makeup would look fine.  The real question was, why did she hire a professional hair stylist, but not a makeup artist.

           When I entered the beauty room I wasn’t surprised to find that she looked absolutely gorgeous.  Her makeup brought out the blue in her eyes.  It was a soft look yet it wasn’t one that would go unnoticed.

           I smiled at her, “You look great.”

           My comment didn’t cause her worry to subside.  With a sliver of fear still on her face she asked, “Do you think Grayson will think I look nice?”

           I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and knew that my face was probably paling.  This question wasn’t a hard one to answer, it was just hard to say it out loud.  “Of course he will.  He’ll think you look absolutely beautiful.”

           She took a deep breath and looked back to the mirror, “Okay, good.  Thanks, Y/n, I don’t know what’d I’d do without you.”

           I let out an unsure giggle, “Yeah, same, Grace.”

           She reached forward, grabbing her setting spray, misting it across her face.  “Are you okay?  You’ve been quiet in there, starting at your phone.  Then, I tell you how great you are and you hardly give me an answer.”

           “Sorry,” I faked a smile “I’m just really nervous about the dance.  Grayson did a good job teaching me, but I’m afraid I’ll mess up still.”

           “Oh I forgot to ask, how was learning the dance, was Grayson a good teacher?” she stood up, walking over to her dress that was hanging on the mobile rack.

           Walking to the mirror, I leaned forward and messed with my hair, wondering how the hairstylist was going to work their magic on the bird’s nest on top of my head.  I thought back to when Grayson and I were practicing together.  The way he was patient with me, how his hand felt holding mine as we waltzed—the way he held me close as we swayed with each other to a different song.

           After the final song ended, he continued to hold me and I didn’t object to it.  But, when we pulled away it felt almost as if we were saying goodbye to each other. Like that moment was supposed to be some sort of closure for us.  He had walked me to the front door and the last words he spoke to me were, “Please don’t forget tonight and what we were.”

           That sentence hasn’t left my mind since he said it. ‘And what we were’ past tense… were. But what were we really?  Were we friends learning a dance together or were we two people wrapped up in something we weren’t willing to admit was real.  Either way, I felt like that was his way of telling me that what we shared under the moonlight would never happen again, and that caused my heart to ache in a way I never knew it could.

           “It was fine.  He taught me the steps, we ran through it with the music, and we were done.” I left out the last part because if she was truly starting to have feelings for Gray, I didn’t want to make her second guess those feelings.  It wouldn’t be fair to her.  

           “I’m sure you’ll do just fabulous tonight.  Thanks again for stepping in.” she said as she pulled her dress off the rack, “Now, let’s get these dresses on and fix that hair of yours.”

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           Both Grace and I were stood by the front door waiting for Grayson and Ethan to come pick us up.  Right as we saw their truck, yes truck, pull up… I realized that I left my clutch up in Grace’s room.  I tried my best to hurry up the stairs, but I kept tripping over my dress with each step. I quickly grabbed my clutch off of her desk, my feet legitimately shuffling me out of the room and down the stairs to avoid crashing and burning.

           As I approached the final few stairs I found Grayson waiting at the bottom step with a black box in his hand.  He was wearing a fitted tux with a silk black tie, a white button up under the suit jacket.  A warm smile stretched across his perfectly crafted face, as he held his hand out to me.

           I placed my hand in his as he helped me down the last steps, “What are you doing in here?”

           “Well, we are dance partners, so I guess that makes you my date, right?” he gently squeezed my hand.  

           “I don’t know.  I just thought we were all going as a group.” I explained, only wanting to get closer to him.

           “Well, I took it as you being my date so that’s what we’re going to go with.  You look absolutely beautiful by the way.” I smiled, heat rushing to my cheeks. He chuckled in response and opened the box in his hand to reveal a set up silver hairpins with leaves on them.  My eyes shifted up to him in confusion, “I knew that you didn’t like jewelry, but I wanted to get you something so I had Cameron help me pick them out for you.  You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to.”


           “I will.” The words escaped my lips without thinking.  “I mean… I’d love to wear them.” My voice was shaking along with my hands.  I’ve never been this nervous in front of Grayson before.

           “Okay, turn around.” He instructed.  “I’m glad your hair is up so that I can do this.” I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he pushed the pins into my hair. His fingers trickled down my neck to my shoulders causing goosebumps to form on my skin.  His palms moved over the strap of my dress, pulling it out of its place a bit.

           I leaned into his touch, craving more of him, knowing that it would never happen.  “We should go.  We need to be ready for the dance soon.” I turned to face him, “Thank you for the gift, Grayson.  It was really sweet of you.”

           He leaned in, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before grabbing onto my hand and guided me out to the car.  As we got closer to the truck, both Grayson and I could see Grace turning to look at us.  Right before she caught sight of us, Grayson let go of my hand so abruptly it hit my leg with a loud thud.  Shocked at his action, my feet caused me to stumble momentarily before I gained my balance back.

           As we got in the car, Grayson offered his hand to help me up into the seat, but I ignored him.  If he was going to act like I was nothing, I was going to act like he was nothing.  The ride consisted of Ethan talking about all the stupid stunts he pulls and Grace talking herself up.  Both Grayson and I offered few words to them and even fewer words to each other.

           We arrived at the ball, allowing the valet to take the truck and park it.  Instead of joining Grayson, I hooked my arm with Ethan’s.  “Y/n, I’m not your date. Aren’t you supposed to be with Gray?” Ethan asked, confusion written all over his face.

           “Please, just walk me in Ethan.” I said without looking at him.

           As he started walking he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I didn’t know it was possible for you to look even more gorgeous than you already are.  You look stunning tonight.”

           The ball was in full swing when we entered the room. The cream walls with gold painted designs.  The dome ceiling was painted with angels flying in the heavens above.  Large chandeliers lit up the room along with candles hung on the walls. The people were sharing stories of past times and laughs to last a lifetime.

           Everyone was so happy.

           So why wasn’t I?

           I glanced over my shoulder to see Grace linked up with Gray.  His eyes were trained on her, a genuine smile spread across his face.  He leaned down and pressed his lips on top of her head like he had mine earlier tonight.  Right before I could look away, he lifted his eyes to lock onto mine.

           He held eye-contact as he pulled away so that he was no longer as close to her.  My hold on Ethan tightened as I turned back around.  We only had a few minutes before we were supposed to be ready to participate in the dance.  We made our way over to the area where we were supposed to line up.  Letting go of Ethan, I waited for Grayson to line up across from me.

           He tried to get me to look at him, but I kept my eyes focused on the floor.  The leaders started to move us out onto the dance floor as Grace’s dad began to announce our performance.

           “As you all know, each year the charity ball has a classical dance performed for our entertainment.  This year my own two daughters are participating in the dance along with a couple of their friends.  So tonight, they will be performing to a song selected by my daughter, Grace.  Here they are performing the dance to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran!”  The clapping of the crowd filled the room as we took our positions.

           I followed every movement that Grayson had taught me. I managed to connect with him through the dance as if nothing was wrong between the two of us, but with each passing second my heart broke more.  As we waltzed his hand was rested on my lower back, this time with a bit more pressure than when we practiced together.  It was almost as if he was holding me to him protectively.  Every once in a while I could see him give a side-eye to Ethan. Each time Ethan looked back, Grayson would instinctively pull me closer to him, but Ethan would just look the other direction.

           Somehow, both Ethan and I made it through the dance successfully without any mistakes.  If you didn’t pay close attention you probably would have thought that we were part of the company.  The music came to an end and immediately I pulled away from Grayson. Hurt flashed through his eyes for a quick second before he masked his emotions and gave me a small nod.

           Without looking at anyone else, I walked off the dance floor and headed toward the restrooms to get away from all of it.  I was beginning to experience sensory overload. Before I could enter the room, someone grabbed onto my hand and yanked me around the corner into another hall.

           “Talk to me.” Grayson demanded, his lips only a couple inches from mine.

           “Talk to you about what?” I asked breathlessly, my chest rising and falling at a rapid rate due to the shock coursing through my veins.

           He rolled his eyes, “You’re mad at me, but you have no reason to be.” He grunted, his hand moving to be placed right next to my head against the wall.

           “I’m not mad.”

           “Bullshit.” His voice was low and only loud enough for me to hear.

           “I’m not mad, Grayson.” I gulped.  “I just don’t know what you’re thinking and it frustrates me. You get close to me one second and the next you back away.”

           “We’re friends, Y/n.  You and Ethan have been much closer than we ever have.  At school, when we hang out, and even in bed.” He stretched out those last three words just to hit me where it hurts.

           “Who do you think you are?” I growled, pushing him away. “It’s my life, my body, and my decisions.  I can do what I want with myself.  I have not given you a reason to judge me.”

           “I’m not judging you.” He said condescendingly.  “I’m stating facts and the fact is, you slept with my brother and now you’re upset that you can’t sleep with his twin.  You’re jealous that I’m focused on Grace and not you.”

           My hand rose and struck him across the face with a harsh smack.  He rubbed where I had slapped him, massaging it to work the pain away.  He didn’t look surprised at my actions at all.  Instead he looked at me with regret.  And for the first time, I let him see me cry out every emotion that I was feeling.

           “Do not slut shame me, Grayson Dolan.  You know who I am.  Do not destroy my character.  I won’t allow you to treat me like this; not now, not ever!” I shouted, not worried about who would hear me.

           “Y/n…”

           “No!  I’m done, Grayson.  One second your kissing me, the next your acting like it’s a mistake.  Once second you’re holding me close, dancing with me like I’m the only girl in the world and next your dropping my hand because you don’t want to be caught by Grace.  You’re messing with my emotions and you know it!”

           “Listen…”

           “No!” I cut him off.  “You don’t get it!  You don’t care and you never will because it’s always about Grace isn’t it?  That’s what this deal was for, right?  You protect my brother in exchange for me helping you get Grace?”  I rambled, pushing him further back after each sentence.

           “I do care!  I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean those things!  I’m wasn’t thinking.  You know I would never want to hurt you!” he tried to grab my hands to hold them still.

           I ripped them out of his grasp, “You care about yourself and you care about Grace.  That’s all.” I calmed myself as much as I could, bringing my voice level to nearly a whisper.  “The deal is over, okay?  You don’t have to worry about Theo, I’ll figure something out.”

           “Y/n…”

           “Hey,” I shrugged, tears still running down my cheeks, staining them with mascara.  “You kept up your end of the deal, and I held up my end.  You got the girl, right?”

           And with that I left him standing there, not looking back.  Finding Ethan, not worried about who saw me in my emotional state, I asked him to take me home.  Taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders, he led me out to the truck, whispering words of comfort into my ears.

           In the passenger seat of the truck, Ethan’s hand resting on my thigh and rubbing circles on it with his thumb, I looked up at the stars in the sky and asked myself why I allowed it to get this far.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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More Goods Revealed for Hatsune Miku 10th Anniversary Store in Osaka, LUCUA 1100

Previously announced goods can be found here. These items will be available for sale starting July 8th, 2017. The Miku Mist Graph print will be available starting June 28th, 2017. Prices do not include tax. 

  • Keychain: 650 yen
  • Glasses Case & Cloth: 1,500 yen
  • Pouch & Mirror Set: 2,000 yen
  • Miku Mist Graph Print: 12,000 yen (made to order)

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anonymous asked:

I have a question? So, in DnD, what's the history on dragons? And how is it that all the dragons aren't extinct or killed all the other smaller races? Where do they live and how is it that they aren't literally everywhere?

What is the history of Dragons in D&D?

This really depends on your setting, in The Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms settings the dragons exist as presented in the Monster Manual, split into chromatic and metallic types and further divided by color and metal (no sign of the Gem dragons yet) with draconic gods being worshipped by humanoids. The Greyhawk setting has fog, mist, shadow and “Greyhawk” (steel) dragons and was home to Ashardalon. Dark Sun doesn’t have traditional dragons, defiler/psionicists of the setting may through a magical process transform into a “dragon” becoming ageless and powerful. Eberron has three dragon gods, Siberys, Khyber and Eberron and dragons in the Eberron setting are not so tied to the usual alignment of their types.

How is it they still exist?

Dragons are some of the most powerful creatures in most settings, at their most ancient they are gargantuan flying lizards with devastating breath weapons, they can strike debilitating fear into any who look upon them, many know magic and have a hoard of wealth and magical items at their disposal. Some cultivate agents and worshippers, are able to hide amongst humanoids and are incredibly strong and tough. Some are born smarter than most humans and grow craftier with age.

In my campaign, players will be dealing with a cunning green wyrm whose lair is within the boundaries of the neighboring kingdom but preys almost exclusively across the border in the PC’s home kingdom. The dragon knows that her victims cannot strike back at her without crossing the border and risking war. The neighboring kingdom isn’t bothered by the green dragon and will try to profit from this leverage should the PCs negotiate permission to enter the realm and slay it.

Where do they live?

Dragons tend to find lairs in their preferred terrain, white dragons love snowy peaks and glaciers, blues prefer stormy coastlines, green dragons love being surrounded by vegetation, black dragons dwell in swamps and bogs while reds lair in warm mountain regions. Each chooses their lair with an eye towards security for their hoard and multiple escape routes. The area around a dragons lair is warped by its presence, the lairs of chromatic dragons become inhospitable and difficult to navigate, with various other effects depending on the color of its owner while areas around a metallics lair tend not to gain lethal effects but strange and wondrous changes.

How aren’t they everywhere?

Usually the enemies of dragons are giants and other dragons, aside from the enmity between metallic and chromatic dragons, chromatic dragons hate each other and see even members of their own sub types as rivals. Metallic dragons can usually be motivated to challenge or help adventurers against chromatic dragons that are becoming a menace, though use this carefully if you choose to, the pc’s shouldn’t be bystanders to such an awesome fight, they should be part of them. Any dragon who lives to become an ancient will have had to defend its hoard and lair many times.

Further Reading

The 3.5 Draconomicon

The 4e Draconomicon on Chromatic Dragons

The 4e Draconomicon on Metallic Dragons

The 2E Draconomicon

The 2e Council of Wyrms Campaign Setting

Dragons of Krynn

Dragons of Faerun

The Wyrms of the North article archive - the list scrolls down but that isn’t obvious if you are on mobile.

I hope this helps!

reginaldspektor  asked:

Any ideas for dog enrichment in the middle of summer? Asphalt is scorching and yards are filled with sticker burrs and fire ants about now so we've really slowed down on walks. We do frozen kongs nearly daily and he doesn't like swimming so that's out. Any neat ideas?

Walk at night or early in the morning! Be prepared for all sorts of wildlife or new experiences like the garbage truck. 

Put ice packs under/inside blankets so your dog can lay outside and stay cool. (Moderate how long your dog has access to these, so that there’s no risk of injury or ice pack ingestion). 

Set up a hose to create an upward gentle spray that rains back down, see if the dog is interested in going into it. If so, try training or playing while being misted. 

Set up “find the treat” basic nosework games indoors. 

Create toys that the pup is encouraged to tear apart - stuff boxes with newspaper or other filling and a bone or some treats. Monitor usage to prevent ingestion of the filling. 

Rotate the toys your dog has access to so they’re high-value due to novelty when you bring new ones out.