"“The steppe is unusual as it is covered with ground forage that humans cannot eat, but animals can,” Wilkin said. And yet, it was not common for adult humans to have the genetic adaptation allowing them to digest the lactose in milk at this time. “So it is a bit of an unanswered question of how all these people were drinking milk,” she said."
@snipesaw sent: “ i like falling asleep next to you. ”
she finds comfort in the warmth radiating from his body, curled against his side. it’s easier than it normally is ( easier than it probably should be ) to let herself feel safe here. there are fears which he has a strange knack of keeping at bay. many which are yet unspoken, kept to herself, carefully locked away. eyes blink back open when his voice rumbles out. a soft smile works it’s way across her lips and she can’t help but nestle closer against him. “ me too, ” she murmurs quietly. head turns and her lips press against his shoulder. she never intended to get this close to him. or to let him this close to her. but both their souls reach out for connection in the same way, and despite themselves, seems to be intertwining with one another. she’s quiet a moment before the admittance spills from her lips “ easier to sleep. here. with you. ”
#snipesaw #ANSWERED: ❝ i feel it in my bones，how much you crave to be heard. ❞
hmm will whose healing powers work like ambrosia and nectar
too much of it will incinerate a halfblood and a mortal will simply die from one touch
and the reason why will has to also learn mortal healing is because despite his powers supposedly healing, it’s also killing both him and the person he’s healing by overloading their bodies with too much “ambrosia”
#plague will is amazing and i love him #but have you considered dark healer will #who could turn blood into fire #and bones to sand #and could possibly do that to himself! #essentially killing someone by trying to do the opposite! #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #trials of apollo #toa #william andrew solace #ugly hill to die on but here i am #this goes for all of apollo’s children btw not just will #but still! that’s be so cool! #i have another thing that’s somewhat related to this that i might talk about but hngg i don’t want to
I talked about re-reading The Bone Season series in 2019 and then again in 2020. Even made posts about it, but the truth was, I never got around to it. I’m always trying to read new things and re-reads of any kind got pushed to the back burner.
Starting January 1, 2022 I will pick up The Bone Season and try my best to read it within 30-60 days, and then post a review on my You Tube Channel and on my goodreads.
I will do my best to read The Mime Order and The Song Rising within the next few months. Again, I will review it, putting up a review on different platforms.
The fourth book I leant to a friend and want to spend time re-reading the first three books before diving in to the fourth, so I can remind myself of details.
I read The Pale Dreamer (the novella that takes place before The Bone Season began) in the summer of 2020 and will not be re-reading it, simply because I read it just last year.
Here is my review:
The Pale Dreamer - What a beautiful, adventurous beginning to our Pale Dreamer!
For the rest of the series I will try to include detail and add to this post as time goes on.
#thank you! #i've been enjoying writing this fic #it's a little experimental structurally? #it's been fun to write #it's set just post s4 and beth and rio have only just started boning again and there's just this WEIGHT to everything #it's kind of tied to my s5 fic #fic asks #fic ask game #welcome to my ama #hold a little in your hands #<- see it has a title and everything haha
𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘?
I remember those days people were hailing me to be a fireful man of God,People were seeing me as a fireful evangelist,But right inside me, I knew I was behind the school of glory..I was struggling with some secret sins ,I fasted yet no change,I cried all nights ,yet there was no change .Yet If I go to meetings, the power of God will still manifest….
I wanted to be…
//Marsha buys the raw meat she uses to feed Autumn from farmers of a local farming village. Marsha has known the village ever since it was founded and has been buying meat from them since the beginning. The farmers even tend to throw in a bone for Marsha, who gives it to Autumn.
//In addition, Marsha also likes to spend time with all of the farm animals.
#🌳 out of forest (ooc) #🌳 about the demon princess (headcanons) #🐾 undead puppy (autumn) #animal death tw #zombie tw#dogs tw#bone tw
Just realized that ma boi right here got a god damn tattoo on his god damn head at the age of like, 10...?
Like bro! Where yo' daddy at???
What?! Oh, right, um he went to bring the milk 😐 well tell me when he back, gonna give him a welcome motherfuker back gift.
Don't worry. Ya know, we all good? A'ight see ya. 👀
The Manga pannel colouring is by me btw- 👀
#takashi mitsuya#mitsuya takashi#tokyo revengers #WHERE YO MA AT THO #LOVE YOU THO #NO OFFENSE THO YA KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN #WHEN YOU PA COMES BACK WE GON GIVE HIM SOME GOOD BEATIN #Bet if you knew where he at you wouldnt have left him alone #Maybe you wouldve cuz youre Soft ya know #But wouldve gave him broke limbs #Maybe two five all his bones broke maybe even coma ya never know #But you're my fav #I kin wakasa tho #But youre still cool #We're cool right? Right? #Anyways #NO HATE OK THIS IS JUST FOR FUN #🙊💗💋MUAH
“I’m protecting you.” he continues. “I promised you I would always protect you.”
“You promised me a great deal of things.”
Chapter 4: Hair Dye
Poppy spends the entirety of Tuesday reading, switching between the slim folder containing little to no useful information concerning her “actual” mission (as Tawny liked to say) tomorrow night, and a thicker folder of her own making concerning the Dark Rebellion. She was anything but a perfectionist and, in the eventuality of finally being chosen for a mission, Poppy wanted to be nothing short of prepared.
She had been ready to take them down ever since the night she came across some official, top secret papers stating that her parents had been murdered by agents of the Rebellion. For years, they wouldn’t assign her to the Umbra Project because she was far too connected with the case. Nowadays, they don't even bother with excuses.
As soon as Tawny gets home, Poppy asks her friend to help her dye her hair. For some reason it had been a specific request on the folder Teerman had handed her. No red hair, it read. As if she could just dispose of it at her own liking. Bastard. So now Poppy walked around the house in her pajamas, sticky dark paint coating her hair and a bit of her forehead (it will come off later, don’t worry, Tawny had said) discussing the eventualities of the Umbra Project with Tawny. Well, not exactly the Umbra Project; more like the minor Umbra Project, considering there was far too much information Poppy hadn’t gotten the chance to get her hands on and that most of her own folder were speculations: on who was the Dark one, on why they chose the targets they chose, on why they were taking hostages outside the border. Where were they taking them?
Rylan had called her insane the first (and last) time Poppy had shown it all to him - and Poppy supposed he had a point. Still didn’t stop him from getting his ass thrown out of the apartment in less than 10 seconds.
Tawny, on the other hand, was a willing participant - suggesting different theories, offering bits of intel she would get her hands on while at work and vetoing completely insane theories Poppy sometimes came up with - like the Dark One being a vampire who wanted justice for his family. A misunderstood soul, if you will. Poppy was certain she was right; Tawny was certain it was time to go to sleep.
So now, with less insane theories and an actual field to play on, Poppy planned with Tawny.
“At what time are the smugglers meeting, exactly?” Tawny took a sip from her glass, the bordeaux liquid sloshing around at her clumsy attempt of sitting down properly on the green velvet couch.
“Twenty-three hundred hours.” Poppy replied almost automatically. “Eleven PM, tomorrow.” She complemented before Tawny complained.
“I work at the same agency as you,” Tawny grunted. “I’d be quite terrible at my job if I didn’t know military time.” Another sip of wine made Tawny grimace, the bitter taste painting her cheeks crimson. “And the Rebellion?”
Poppy groaned, wanting to throw herself against the couch but stopping short when she remembered the dark paint covering her head. “That’s the only bit that’s missing.” She explained, her eyes searching for the folder concerning her “actual “mission. Poppy still prefered to call it her side mission, all things considered. “Teerman knows better than to disclose that type of information to more than one agent,” she made her way to the counter, pouring herself a cup of wine. She couldn’t, for the life of her, bring herself to enjoy it, but some nights called for bitter decisions. “I have to assume it will be later than the smugglers’ meeting.”
“Oh?” Tawny’s gaze followed Poppy as she beelined her way to the arm of the couch, slouching as she sat - far too exhausted to care about her posture.
“Think about it,” she said, criss crossing her legs, her feet resting on a throw pillow Tawny had once brought home. It was soft and a cream shade with what Tawny had revealed was a poor attempt at portraying an aristocratic dog - whatever that meant. Truth was, Tawny had an eerie talent to bond with things that were unable to bond back - humans included. “Any sooner than that would draw too much attention. I’m not at all convinced the smugglers are a side organisation from the Rebellion. The risk of holding two important meetings in the same place-” And the Red Pearl, nonetheless, she didn’t add. “-is already a big risk on its own, but doing so at the same time? They’d be fools.”
“And doesn't it sound weird to you that they are in fact having two different meetings in the same place? Right under the Crown’s nose?” Tawny, nursing a near-empty glass, questioned her. Poppy couldn’t deny it had crossed her mind that this could possibly be a trap. They were set to trust the agency’s informants but something smelled fishy about this whole ordeal.
The agency rarely had two important events happening the same day, let alone in the same place. Sure, there was the possibility these were, in fact, two different organisations, but Poppy had a hard time believing that.
“Maybe you should just focus on your mission, Poppy.” Tawny sighed, her head falling back against the couch as she closed her eyes. “If this is as suspicious as it seems you might be walking right into a trap.”
“And what exactly do you suggest?” Poppy was grimacing before even sipping her own wine. How Tawny managed to drink this on a regular basis was one of life’s biggest mysteries. When she looked up, Tawny was already watching her, fear splattered on her face. Fear for her. “I’m not going to call Teerman. He already thinks I’m insane as it is, obsessed over the Rebellion.” Poppy ignored how fidgety Tawny appeared. “If I show my suspicions regarding this, it will be just as good as begging him to give me some time off.”
“What about Rylan-” Poppy’s loud laugh filled their living room. Rylan Keal was a spectacular friend and an amazing spy but there was no doubt where his loyalty lied. Thinking of how fervently he seemed to want to serve the Crown was enough to send shivers down Poppy’s spine. “Okay, fine.” Tawny sighed, her hand nervously playing with the ends of her curls as she leaned forward to rest her cup at the rosewood coffee table. “Then we’ll plan a meeting point.”
“What?” Poppy raised an eyebrow at her friend, who simply watched her with determination burning in her eyes.
“A meeting point.” She repeated as if explaining what she really meant. At Poppy’s blank expression, she sighed. “There’s a boutique, across the street from the Red Pearl. It’s in the corner, not very known. I’ll be waiting there for you at 2 am. If you don’t show up, I’ll call Keal.”
“No way.” Poppy scoffed, getting up and making her way towards the bathroom. The 15 minutes the box of temporary hair-dye had said it would take for the colour to set in had come and gone. Any minute now, Poppy was sure her hair would start falling off. “I’m not putting you in danger because of a mission.”
“That’s hardly fair.” Tawny grunted, following her to the bathroom where she leaned against the door.
“You’re not used to going on missions, Tawny.” Poppy turned on the hot water, dropping to her knees in front of the tub. “Besides, Rylan will be there.”
“And he won’t know you are there, so he’s not going to be a great help.” She spit back, matter-of-factly.
“No,” Tawny grunted, interrupting Poppy. “I have basic training - it’s mandatory. There’s hardly anyone out there who could attack me and come unscattered.”
“What if something happens to you?” Poppy asked while rinsing the pain off her hair.
“Be there at 2 am and make sure nothing does.” Tawny’s voice was full of a certainty that was bound to be trouble. She rarely - if ever - left her desk back at the agency for some fieldwork; making her put herself at risk for a simple mission would be completely insane.
And yet, this wasn’t a simple mission. Poppy knew it and Tawny seemed to know it as well. As if they were both aware of how crucial that night at The Red Pearl could’ve become for their futures. Poppy would be a fool to let the opportunity pass on.
“This isn’t up for discussion, Poppy.” Tawny sighed, mistaking her silence for doubt.
“Okay.” She simply said. By the silence that followed, Poppy was sure Tawny was still processing her agreement. She knew Tawny had questions, reservations and opinions, but she could barely focus on anything else other than the fact that she was risking everything by disobeying orders from her superior; the fact that she was closer than ever to someone from the Rebellion. Her mind seemed to flood with possibilities of what could happen tomorrow, her body rushed with the electricity of things to come.
And yet, all Poppy could do was resume her rinsing, mourning the loss of her vibrant red hair to a muted black.
Just finished Deltarune chapter 2 and like predicted I have many feelings
#blabbles #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune #babbling here because i have thoughts i want to put in the tags and i'm taking uo space so they don't show up #also#deltarune spoilers #just in case #but yeah someone please tell me what the hell is going on with kris because i know it's partly the player's fault #but also it's in implied there's something else at play here that was happening way before i got my fruity little hands on kris' soul #but hey #lancer is okay so things are alright in my book #HOWEVER #I HAVE NOT SEEN MY BOY #WHERE IS THE TROUSLE OF BONES I CRAVE SO DEARLY #imma have to go finish my undertale playthrough to get my fill of papyrus it seems #also i couldn't read thru the grocery store conversation between toriel and asgore i cannot stand second hand embarrassment #but i love that asgore calls sans ''bone man'' that's very good akdjakdnakfkd #and susie gets some gentle peaceful time with tori and kris even if it ends up really weird #am very excited for the next chapters i can barely contain myself :) #ALSO LOVE THAT YOU KEEP THE SPADES KING LOCKED UP IN A CAGE WITH A HAMSTER WHEEL AND A WATER BOTTLE THAT'S VERY GOOD AND FUN #DO NOT INSULT THE ROYAL WATER BOTTLE