#(the blog is still under a bit on construction but I should be done in no time.)

[simplegenius042]

Late Poll Loser WIPs

May as well put this here while I have the chance. Here is the non-winners voting sentence post from this poll and this poll.

Saw @adelaidedrubman do this for WIP Wednesday so I got inspired to do so as well.

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @voidika @strangefable @chazz-anova @inafieldofdaisies @shallow-gravy @direwombat @josephslittledeputy @poisonedtruth @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @detectivelokis @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @vampireninjabunnies-blog @ladyofedens-blog and @little-wolf-seed + anyone else interested in sharing/reading.

These WIPs go in order of highest vote to lowest vote. These WIPs are from my @the-untitledverse-blog @the-silver-chronicles and @life-despair-and-monsters-blog .

Continue below the cut to read more:

No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden: 2 VOTES. This FC5 WIP puts heavy focus on the motif of "Adam and Eve" (which also includes elements in regards to "Lilith", "Original Sin" and the "Garden of Eden") that I don't believe Silva's Hope will be able to do so. I won't go into too much detail as this is still under construction. Snippet below:

The narrative of Adam and Eve’s story was both a warning and a threat to those who doubted the Lord’s plan, showing what happens when everyone strays from their role and accept the “deceptions” of the evil Snake. The end of the story was interpreted as grim by most, given Adam’s unfortunate fate.

This cautionary tale was propagandised, showing what happens when one betrays the Lord’s teachings, like Eve had done when she accepted the temptation of the Snake.

The True Sinners: 1 VOTE. This FC5 WIP is a little scenario is if Silva chose not to become a deputy but still had the worst luck in meeting the Seeds some time before the Reaping begins. And instead of Silva developing the likes of Stockholm Syndrome, the Seeds like Silva a bit too much and develop Lima Syndrome. Featuring a side plot of Kamski having to socialise with the Resistance to get Silva back. Snippet below:

According to his sources, the local cult was becoming anxious and more aggressive. Just like the Enforcers stationed down in the Minas had been. It was a major red flag for the both of them, and it had been enough to push Silva out of bed to grab her rifle and kick her skills back into gear.

Jurassic World: Before The Storm: 1 VOTE. Chapter 2 of my published Jurassic World fic (chapter 1 is pinned in my The UnTitledverse blog on Tumblr but can be alternatively found on AO3, fanfiction.net and Wattpad, links provided in the pinned post. The fic focuses on the bond of siblings and its importance (even with those who aren't blood related) and explores the worldview (both human and dinosaur) of the science and nature behind Jurassic World, but is also a slow-burn tragedy in the making as we get closer and closer to canon complicity. Snippet below:

Following the dark-haired brunette woman to the station, Joaquin couldn’t help but look in awe at how well the surrounding nature and man-made structures fit together. Smoothly combined to fill the station with life.

La Última En Pie: 1 VOTE. The prequel to Silva's Hope. Silva wasn't always Silva, you know? She was once known as Sylvester. A single mother trying to balance raising her 5-year-old hija Persephone and keeping her late hermana's floristry afloat, in a community she was still a stranger in. But she was free, and so was her ever curious and energetic hija who liked planes and was a fan of the celebrity bear, Cheeseburger. Living a normal life. Until Paul returned. But he had changed. And in six excruciating months, he changed her. Snippet below:

"Something is coming. You can feel it," Father glanced down next to him, where Sylvester's small frame stood, head bowed and body still, listening to the cold warm in his voice as he addressed her, "Can't you, Daughter?" Did she? Should she have? Sylvester knew something was coming, as she had been told for years. But could she feel it as Father did? She didn't answer, nor did she question, for to do either would be to insult Father and doubt his word, and he never tolerated such behaviour. He was always pleased with her silence. Sylvester could almost feel Father's gaze return to the window, satisfied by the lack of reply from her, as he continued.

And lastly, Miraculous Miracles: 1 VOTE. Here is a Miraculous Ladybug series where Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste are trained by Fu and a De-facto Guardian, an inter-dimensional warping plant-parasite (with limbs) named Hatter who uses magic cards to beat people up and cause property damage, along with his avatar(s) who get no benefit from switching places with Hatter in the "Other Dimension" while the hero himself hogs his time in their realm, hoping humans can survive on rocks. There is character development but Hatter does everything in his power to deter it (spoilers: he fails). This is only scratching the lighthearted surface, things in fact do get worse much later. Snippet below:

Hatter tilted his head at the pair of youth, wind from outside brushing against his leaves and roots. He looked around the hotel lobby; the pillars toppled, the stairs crumbled, the gaping hole in the front doors and the glass chandelier smashed on top of the unconscious akumatised victim. He nodded his head in faux agreement, and simply replied, "Quite."

#the untitledverse #fic: jurassic world before the storm #jurassic world #oc: joaquin cobalt #far cry the silver chronicles #wip: la última en pie #wip: the true sinners #wip: no snake only a boa in the garden #far cry 5 #oc: silva omar #oc: father adam omar #life despair & monsters #wip: miraculous miracles #oc: hatter

[aragakiis]

Okay so like before I get into any writing, I want to talk about Shinji after the events of Persona 3, and into Persona ⅘ events ect ect to help people understand my portrayal a little bit since this blog is still under construction.

First things first, the canon ending for my portrayal is the Comatose Ending from P3P, meaning the whole social link with Minako and the pocket watch happened ( minus the dating. I don’t ship him romantically with the Protagonists, but I think he still could have been saved without the romance ect ect ). 

After getting shot by Takaya, Shinjiro went into a coma for an entire year. If you’re wondering about the final battle, and how Shinji speaks to the protag when going one on one with Nyx, it’s because of Castor, and his connection with Minako/Minato, he was essentially watching that whole thing during his coma, as if he were dreaming. His soul was there during that fight to help. He was there, despite his body being in the hospital.

When he comes to, a year later, he’s aware the protagonist is gone. He has his own feelings about it, but over all, he knows what was done was for the right reasons. What he doesn’t know are the events of FES & The Answer, as he was in his coma during that time.

Shinji is 19 when he wakes up from his coma. He ends up finishing high school, so he can go to culinary school and get away from everything for a while. At this time, he had custody over Ken Amada ( @sociallinked ) and ended up opening a restaurant in Iwatodai, simply called ‘Aragaki’s’ as he couldn’t be bothered to think of anything more interesting. It’s successful, becomes the talk of the city eventually, and Shinji finds himself quite relatively busy since his restaurant is generally packed. It’s a small space, Ken helps him around with the place sometimes. He’s the head chef with his small staff helping around ( probably no more than 5 ppl including himself and Ken ) Shinji would be 22 with his own bustling business ( yea I know he should be 20 during the events of P4A and for my own portrayal I say no, bc Shinji is my oc now and this lore is mine and Aki and Mitsuru DO NOT LOOK 20, DO NOT LOOK AT ME. )

During the events of P4/P4A, Shinji has gone to Inaba a few times to get some things he can’t get in Iwatodai for his business. He has felt something off there—but keeps to himself when he tends to visit. With P4A, he is ( reluctantly ) part of the Shadow operatives, as well. He’s more focused on his own business and raising Ken and taking care of Koromaru, however, he will help them out when it’s needed.

I have to go over @foolshoujo p5 verse again before I can put it in here bc I coordinated Shinji’s P5 verse to that. Stay tuned.

#I was gonna try replying on lunch but I want to do some drawing so I won’t write until after work but #Here you guys go!! So you can have a better understanding of my dude here

[whennnow]

Late 1890s Corset Part 4 - Flossing and Wrap Up

July 22, 2021

[Image ID: a neck-to-hips photo of Alex wearing a blue and ivory corset over a muslin shift.]

Part 1 - Research

Part 2 - Mockups

Part 3 - Construction

My 1890s corset is finally constructed and wearable, but it's not quite complete yet. It's time for some finishing touches!

Flossing

For the flossing, I used a silk buttonhole twist from B&T in a cream color that matches the lacing in the back and the lace I'll use to decorate the top edge of the corset later.

I started along the top edge of the boning with a simple crossed pattern, like these instructions from Sidney Eileen, but only doing two threads in each direction and... not going in the correct order. It turned out the same, so whatever I guess. My flossing here isn't perfect, but I wanted to get a feel for it in a place where I could cover my mistakes.

Should I have just done a test on some scrap fabric? Yes! Did I just jump in with no practice instead? Also yes!

While I do like the simplicity of the flossing design I used along the top, I wanted something a bit prettier for the bottom edge, since it'll be exposed.

I found this flossing design from 'Bridges on the Body,' a corset-sewing blog, and fell in love with it. (Seen on the far right in the photo at the end of the post.) I was afraid the design would be difficult, but it's really deceptively easy. I even followed the directions this time! It took a few attempts to get it perfect - figuring out the spacing and whathaveyou - but I had really nailed it by bone #5. (I have to say that it also looks really nice with fewer crisscrosses, too.)

I used a slightly altered version for the bones on either side of the lacing, and yet another variation on the busk. (The left two and second-to-right designs in the photo at the bottom.)

Lace

With the flossing done, I could attach some lace! In my stash I had a cream-colored, two-layered lace that had holes for ribbon along the top. I attached it using small, spaced-out stitches, with the more solid part of the lace (under the lacing holes) lined up right under the edge of the binding.

I found quarter-inch grosgrain ribbon in a similar shade of blue to the corset and threaded it through the lace. I secured the end to the binding at the lacing panels, and tacked the ribbon at a few more points to keep it upright. I left ribbon tails at the busk so I can tie a bow at the center front when I'm wearing the corset.

And then I was done! Completely, finally, 100% done.

Final Thoughts

I thought sewing a corset would be really difficult and take me all year to do, but it didn't. I started back in January and finished in June, and that includes long periods of inactivity. It's not perfect by a long shot, but I'm proud of my work and I've learned a lot.

This project was kind of expensive, though (at least by my standards). All told, I spent about $77 on this project. I could have saved a few dollars if I didn't buy way too much fabric (3 yards when I could have gotten 1.5 yards and still had extra) and an extra spool of thread, or if I opted for cotton embroidery floss instead of silk buttonhole thread. But I also could have spent a lot more if I had splurged on coutil instead of canvas. I'm doing a lot of stash-bushing this year, so I had room in my sewing budget.

So, what's next? While I do have some more late-Victorian projects planned (like combinations, a corset cover, padding/"enhancers", etc...), I'm headed back into the Regency for a while to do some stash busting and expand my wardrobe a bit. I also have a few small one-off, non-historical projects that need my attention too.

Stay warm. Stay safe. Stay healthy.

[Image ID: a detail photo of four flossed areas of the corset, done in ivory silk thread on dusty blue canvas. The two on the right are on either side of the lacing, the third one is the bottom of the busk, and the last one on the left is an example of the flossing at the bottom of most bones.]

#wnn projects #wnn 1890s corset #1890s sewing #1890s wardrobe #1890s fashion #corset making

[a-for-alternative]

Really random popping in but i just wanted to say that your account brings so much nostalgic joy every time i see a notif that you posted something. We talked for a really short bit back in 2017 but god i do not have the thick skin i once possessed at 14 so i never returned to our DMs since LMAO but i just wanted to say that your writing slaps as always and honestly they inspired me to write more back then so thank you for that too ig HAHAHA (you dont have to reply to this on your blog if it breaks the aesthetic flow btw!! its just a little nugget for you to read i suppose)

[[ I know the feeling. Someone here sparked something in me that was burning to get out and I have never forgotten the essence of how that felt.

I think we too easily dismiss things that aren't done for the sake of profit or accolades, and we will stop sometime five years from that point and look back and think,

"Wow, that brushed something I didn't know was there

It made me feel so alive- How do I get that back?"

Then we might spend another 10 years trying to find ourselves somewhere under the slick veneer of the personas we have so painstakingly constructed just so we could move through the world with less friction; the ones with pressed dress pants, straight teeth, shake hands with the firmness that feels alienating and reframe from outwardly recoiling at being called the name that has never fit quite us but we don't know what to do with...

The world admonishes us for being too much of ourselves, the messy lost animals, looking for purpose, understanding, and knowing- of ourselves, how to find meaning in anything when it's all so temporary and brittle, and brutally unkind, and the current of propriety asks you to just,

be quiet,

within yourself with all of this,

for the sake of keeping everyone else comfortable.

Told to take it in good faith when being critiqued that I am too much, thinking too deeply, that I'm too intense, that I should be the sort that lets it all roll off me and aim to have this bloodless way of conducting myself and that being a particular flavor of blasé will make me most happy in the end, most -- palatable for everyone else ... reduce myself down until I cannot find myself beneath my own skin.

That somehow by cutting all those uneven edges that feel like truth, I can coast all the way to the grave and I will look back and say that it was really. worth. it.

I can't help but think what a shame it would be.

I have this one chance to inhabiting an animal that can experience with such vibrance and potency the misery and magic of being alive -- and I can share it with greater accuracy than so many could have dreamed to in centuries, create something that rings without a sound and may even strike something within someone else the way it did within me.

Maybe, like me it will ignite something in them and for a moment they will think, "Wow, I haven't felt this deeply since I was 14 and was still allowed to be figuring it all out, allowed to be impatient and misunderstood, to throw causation to the wind, run towards what made me passionate the way other animals do, bounding and bucking, unrestrained by social convention, unbridled by shame, when I could allow myself to believe in destiny and friendships that would last forever-"

... I still have my half of the Bestfriend's charm from when I was 13, though I don't remember her face.

I write about her too.

I gave A her birthday because I carried it with me all these years, and this is where I can place all those parts of myself that the world doesn't leave any room for.

I going to keep writing A. I hope you find something that makes you feel that spark of meaning that writing has given to me. I hope you find a place that gives room for the pieces of yourself that the world has said there isn't any room for, any time for, any purpose for.

For me, that is this place.

#death note roleplay #death note #[[ooc]] #[[AskAlternative is my muse]] #[[They won't notice me but my favorite ****-blog did and I was so gd excited about it too]] #[[ohman... you were a real one BumBandits69420]]

[behindthewox]

Did you know that there is a changelog?

If you've seen the recent announcement about it you probably know about it. Turns out that while I haven't been working very hard on making blog posts (it's a hobby after all), Dan and the Mugs have been working very hard to get things done. So now you know that there's a changelog. It's always been there, by the way, unnoticed by most but diligently reporting on changes and fixes that have been made over the years.

But did you know that there's a feedback forum?

It looks pretty abandoned when you first open it (if you can even find it) and it's not the most intuitive UI out there, but it exists. One of the main issues is that the posts featured are determined by the amount of upvotes, not by recent activity, and it's usually posts that are several years old which makes it look long abandoned at first glance.

If you can figure out how to navigate around the feedback forum you'll mostly see signs of abandonment, some more obvious than others. Looking at the the "active topics", meaning feedback that has been flagged as planned, under review or started, there are posts that are still flagged as under review despite already being implemented. It's a bit out of date to say the least.

Then there are the 900-and-more submissions that are not flagged/categorised by an admin. Again, the posts are automatically listed by most upvotes and the first posts you see are several years old which makes it look like no one's been there in years. You can almost feel the dust in your throat. But if you figure out the filters, you'll find that it is actually still in use! Sort of. It doesn't look very well moderated, and it could definitely use some tidying up to sort out the relevant posts from the all the posts that doesn't belong there in the first place. But people are submitting feedback despite the strange feeling of a long abandoned web forum. The question is if anyone actually reads it...

Constructive feedback

If you ask me (no one's asking me, but let me dream) the feedback forum needs a makeover. It's a tricky project since you either have to discard all the old stuff and just start over from scratch, or you need to invest a lot of time and effort into cleaning up the forum that already exists. A lot of the posts in the current forum can probably be dismissed but there are valuable suggestions there too. Not to mention, it's valuable to show that feedback has been submitted over the years and many of the suggestions have been implemented.

The navigation also needs to be addressed, because right now it's far from obvious how to get anywhere within the forum. I'm somewhat familiar with the feedback forum and I still struggle on the rare occasion that I open it.

Just like with any forum, the feedback forum needs to be moderated. If there are moderators for it, they're not doing a very good job. It should be checked regularly, once a week is probably enough, and as many posts as possible should be flagged/categorised to mark if they're active or not. Responding to submissions could also be worthwhile, showing an interest in what people have to say. You'll need an empathic communicator for this since a lot of it will be dismissing ideas which is discouraging for many, so keep that in mind.

Instructions and guidelines could prove useful. There's a short text box on top of the page which is currently just a welcome message. This is a good place to also include some instructions and/or guidelines. There's already one "rule" mentioned there, to write in English. Why not expand on that? Instructions to check if someone else has already made the suggestion, recommend using keywords, explain that the forum is for all WoX sites and issues that regard individual sites ought to be taken to the site leaders instead.

If people have more ideas, please write in the comments! Or in the feedback forum I guess, but if valuable feedback is submitted and there's no around to read it, is it still valuable feedback?

#wox #wox site #feedback #if a tree falls in a forest #and no one is around to hear it #does it make a sound

[aquietnerd]

I heard you were abusive and a predator from someone in the bg3 community. Dont think its true but wanted to hear more.

Of course you did. I suppose there's still a callout post up about me.

First of all, I'm really grateful you didn't just blanket believe the accusations as some had, even coming to find my blog. That's a credit to your decency, anon. I'm just going to try and break these things up a bit.

Am I abusive and a predator? At least to my interpretations/understanding, no. I will definitely acknowledge that my actions have caused hurt and upset, but as I've said before; I'm not a malicious person, I don't want or go to 'prey' on people, and genuinely want to try and learn from my mistakes.

One claim I have heard about is an out of context roleplay where a child-serial killer was talking about how virgin ADULTS were sexy - because he's a creepy pervy asshole - means that I am a pedophile or enjoy/write/partake in pedophilic content. I have never, ever done this. Write very suspect characters, yes. With under age muses/muns? Never. Writing a dark child serial killer character does not automatically mean anything to do with pedophilia - and that was specifically in the rules of the blog that had been screenshotted out of context.

To the claims that I am a stalker - yes, I do tend to look at blogs who have either ended communications/friendships with me, and it's a bad habit of mine that I've been working on and improved on a lot over the last year or so. This does not come out of a place of abuse or preying on. It's also not a good thing to do, because it can scare or distress people with URL trackers; but it comes from my being scared that things like this will happen. Unnecessary smear campaigns when things could just end amicably.

Out of all of this, my 'worst' crimes is that in a moment of tired forgetfulness, I did not appropriately tag gun kink or violence/abuse kink topics and triggered someone's trauma - which I did apologize profusely about, went to tag everything appropriately, and was honest in my horrible mistake. I made a vent post about how I felt like an awful person for upsetting someone and not tagging as I should - but I didn't feel horrible for writing said gun/violence topics, because that is a fictional area of writing that I choose to explore.

I tend to vent my feelings online to distress, which is something I've determined I need to do a lot less, and find much more healthier outlets to, as my therapist calls them 'big autism emotions', because people on the spectrum tend to feel emotions a lot bigger or more overwhelming, which I tend to agree with and find that I've had this issue over my entire life. Rejection/abandonment scares me. People popping into my inbox with accusations or non-constructive criticism panics me. But this is by no means an excuse to let my emotions spill over the top to cause harm to anyone else.

So too long didn't read for anyone who wants to reblog this, peek at my blog and screenshot this; I'm not a predator. I'm not abusive. My actions have been harmful, I can attest to that, and some might even cause it toxic. I just made some terrible mistakes in the heat of an emotional state, and I've been off trying to learn better ways of emotional regulation, and being a better version of myself.

#and hopefully I don't have to talk about this too much anymore. #because im really tired. #i came into the bg3 fandom just to write a silly devil man. #somehow it led to all this mess and I just want to be in my little corner alone. #Baldur's Gate 3 #bg3 #aquietnerd #breadandbloodybutter

[hydralisk98]

Otherwise weird remarks from myself.

I own this character and yes I really chose to dither + quantize it myself to my liking because crusty pixels is nice.

It is cool to observe abstract syntax trees in the wild...

When I observe the world surrounding me, I try my best to see extruded sectors & tree-like data blocks out of every geometric structure I see.

Never feels old to reconsider everything I do every step of the way to optimize such like there's no tomorrow.

Yep, time to revive or at least re-experience things that died eons ago, like mainstream Syndicalism, the "Prosperity" Landlord Game's revised ruleset or actually physical Lisp Machines

Neat, things are going quite well for my writing onto my very own 12-bit CPU design specifications. Of course, not without a proper public domain waiver in due time...

Another day, another contribution to libre culture and FOSS.

Yeah, I really should tinker more often with hardware, ain't I?

Never forget that Unit Record Equipment came long before your silicon circuits.

Yeah, I really like how you can unite Panini grammar, Lambda Calculus (Alonzo Church) and Universal Turing Machines under the same 1-dimensional data structure / construct template... How nice!

It is very understandable you don't expect much from me and I don't blame you, however you just see the tip of the iceberg with most likely heavily tinted sight, and you go onto double standards as well... (for my father)

Oftentimes, I really feel like a transistor. I just select one bit of data at a time but boy am I useful to the rest of the circuit anyway. Also trans rights are human rights. Go figure.

Why on Earth did Mexico went back to Christian values in government... *checks Wikipedia pages* Oh, that's quite a sad disappointment for history. (especially over the failure of Emiliano Zapata)

Honestly, the fact (almost where-ever in the 2020s) Conservatives continuously fail to operate great as a long-term movement, religious or not, is quite a masochistic Wilsonist trend for them to persist onto... How sick are such elites, ain't them?

If it was my job to rule as a non-liberal, I would work onto systemic issues of both sides of the debate (especially encouraging smaller businesses, rural communities and indigenous peoples to be actually listened and respected fully) and cater to make something better with constructive historical roots still. It must be possible and it deserves to be done now, whatever the backlash is.

I mean, history is not everything under the sun ever either but still is a treasure trove of indications and track record to learn from.

And yes, I really try my best to stand by my ethos and it works quite well for the most part. Not 100% but let me have some space to breathe here, we are empathetic sapients here.

So yep, I am trying my best to navigate the waves of my mood-swings and all. Hopefully you like my blog enough to leave constructive feedback. No pressure, simply a suggestion for those who care.

#maskoch #actually autistic #intj #16 personality memes #history

[medowlarken]

Larken’s September Update!

This past month has been hectic :/ BUT things should be calming down now.

I released a big ol update for down the mountain, across the sea a bit ago and I’m very pleased with how it turned out. Thanks to everyone who left kudos and comments :))

I haven't forgotten about lavender milk or my boy Connie-- and there will be one more chapter to it. It just might take a little longer than usual because...

I’m working on an actual blog! I’ve decided I want to start making a transition to content and copy writing as a profession, and that means building a portfolio. It’s still under construction (making a website is hard) but once the first post is up I’ll probably post the link here. If that’s something y’all are interested in, then be sure to check it out~ 

I also want to say hi to my lovely new followers, and sorry I haven't been super active lately. I’m still thinking up some new headcanons and will be posting a new one soon-- the ones I’ve done so far have kind of popped off lol

As always, my ask box is open :))

#text #update

[scandiengbergs3]

I've been trying to find a time to update the blog and things have been pretty tight, given that Eric was back in Stockholm and I was in Gothenburg with the kids taking delivery of the new Volvo. As I mentioned in my previous post, as far as the kids and I knew when we left Stockholm to distance ourselves from Eric, we were free from Covid. But within a day, as we should have guessed had we been thinking people, we started having some symptoms like sniffles (for Cece), diarrhea (for Rowan), & a sore throat (for me). So, bottom line: we should have all stayed together in Stockholm. I think I established this in the last post.

Anyway, the main impetus for this trip was to take delivery of our new Volvo. I had to see that through. So on Wednesday, all double masked up, the kids and I went to the Volvo factory delivery center and successfully received the Volvo I think we were safer than almost everyone in Sweden, from the looks of it, with our Covid safety ...so I feel like we probably didn't endanger anyone because, well, what do I know, but we kept our interactions with people as brief as possible and we were double masked the whole while.

Anyway, we got the car and I drove us out of Gothenburg, or at least I tried. As we knew from the last time, that industrial area outside of Gothenburg is expansive and very confusing and perpetually under construction. It took me an hour to successfully get on the right road to Jönkoping, Sweden, where we were to stay the night.

So, after a 2-hour drive, which was in reality a 3 and 1/2 hour drive because of all of the getting lost issues, we arrived at the Scandic Elmia in Jönköping. At that point, I was tired and ready to just be done with the long day. Cece had been sniffling like a maniac all afternoon in the car, so I had one box, 2-pack, of Covid tests with me and gave her one when we got to the hotel and gave myself one as well. Mine came back negative and hers came back positive right away. So, soonafter, I put the kids to bed and then I texted with the kids' pediatrician back in Albuquerque, who is a friend, and he told me that at their ages and with the mildness of this variant for most people, there's really nothing to worry about and like most other viruses hers would just pass without event in a few days. He also recommended that if we were responsible in keeping together as a family unit, and distancing as best we can, that we don't necessarily need to change our travel plans. So, we are going to get on our ferry tonight, Helsinki-bound, since we have private cabins and so we shouldn't be posing too much risk to other people, at least we hope not!, and will be all masked up and ready to go. Once we get to Helsinki, we'll be there for 4 days in an Airbnb and by the end of that we should all be on the other side of this. We are very grateful that none of us have felt terrible. It's mostly just been very anxiety inducing.

I can't emphasize enough how nonchalant Sweden's approach to Covid has been, which I think we've all known about from the news over the last two years. Finland's approach, from what I've been able to make out online, seems to be somewhat more strict, but the quarantine rules are still very inexact and I'm pretty confused, honestly.

Anyway, I write this about 30 minutes after driving up to the Airbnb in Stockholm to pick Eric up. We are very glad to all be reunited and now he's seen the new car for the first time. The kids are outside running around the house just getting some fresh air and sunshine before the next part of our adventure. The chapter concerning Covid, however, we're very excited to close ... and I will keep everyone updated.

I want to note that while our sightseeing over the last several days has been non-existent, the 4-hour drive the kids and I did this morning was partially on a scenic route, which was absolutely gorgeous. I didn't take any pictures, but I'll try to post another post soon with a bit more description of what we saw, beautiful farms sloping down towards a gorgeous expansive lake.

[hexsrealityarchived]

❛ Don't be so quick to judge witches.❜

independent + semi-selective + canon divergent Wanda Maximoff bewitched by Itzel

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#଼⠀ ݁⠀✴︎〝 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. ¦ 𝘴𝘱. #଼⠀ ݁⠀✴︎〝 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅! 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! ¦ 𝘰𝘰𝘤. #଼⠀ ݁⠀✴︎〝 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ¦ 𝘱𝘴𝘢. #marvel rp #dc rp #comic book rp #fantasy rp #star wars rp #witcher rp #x men rp #(hello thank you for checking out my blog!) #(the blog is still under a bit on construction but I should be done in no time.)

[kunoichihatake]

guess who’s back...

hello everyone! once again, it’s ya girl nina, coming back from yet another hiatus (😅). getting adjusted to life as an adult in another country has been a lot, but i’ve really missed being creative and posting on tumblr, so i am once again announcing my return (and hopefully this time it’ll stick).

however, things are going to be a bit different. over the past few months, i’ve been working on an original story! it’s along the same vein as naruto/my hero academia/other similar anime, but the characters and plot are my own original ideas. i’ve been really wanting to share this story with other people and gush about my characters, so i’ve decided to start posting my original story on this tumblr. i’ll start by posting a sneak peek and some character profiles, and hopefully soon begin posting chapters! (i do have a large personal event coming up next weekend, so i won’t be able to edit and post a full chapter until then, but i should have plenty of character bios to get y’all excited ☺️). as I post about my story and upload chapters, i would really appreciate some feedback. i don’t mind taking constructive criticism, but of course be nice and civil about it. and if you really like something, let me know! my ultimate goal is to hopefully self-publish one day, but since that is a large goal to work towards, i’m hoping that you guys can help me improve my story and provide the support i need to reach that goal.

as far as posting fanfic goes, i probably won’t be posting much fanfic anymore. i’m just not super into anime at the moment (at least to the extent of writing fanfic, though i am here to talk about it of course). i have some old drafts and ideas i may work on and post at some point, but don’t expect it. for now, i’m really focused on my personal story, and i hope you guys will enjoy it just as much as my fanfics :)

that all being said, i’ll drop a sneak peek of my story under the cut! if you guys have any comments/questions/concerns, please drop me an ask. i hope that i can be active on here again (for real this time), and share my story with you. i’m nervous to put it out there, but y’all have been nothing but kind since i started this blog almost 2 years ago (!!), and i look forward to sharing my story with you :) 

love, nina 💕

sneak peek:

“It’s been a while, Hiroko,” Hideyoshi started, his tone still as light as it had been in front of everyone else earlier.

“Don’t call me that.” Any semblance of fake niceness had disappeared from her voice. He doesn’t deserve any kindness, Not after all that he’s done.

His smile dropped, the mask finally coming off. “Would you rather me call you Princess, then?” A hint of a sneer crept into his tone. This was the Hideyoshi Kazama that she knew -- the way he was since starting at the Academy, at least. 

“Kawashima is fine.”

“I’m not calling you by that fake name.”

“Would you prefer that I tell my father you’re going to blow my cover?” A flash of fear shot across his face, and his dark expression dropped.

“Fine,” he said, somewhat defeated. He took a breath, and his firm tone returned. “You remember why you’re here, right?”

Hiroko nodded silently, feeling a lump grow in her throat. “Yes, of course.”

At that moment, she saw Hideyoshi look behind her, down the hall in the direction they had come from. Hiroko turned, trying to look as unsuspicious as possible, and her heart began to beat heavily in her chest. She locked eyes with Chishiya, who was sporting his usual grumpy expression and had his hands shoved deeply in his pockets.

“Gotta pee,” he murmured, passing behind Hideyoshi into the restroom. Hiroko’s nerves were on fire. If he catches us…

Hideyoshi stepped close to her, their shoulders nearly touching, and whispered in her ear. “Remember that you’re not here to make friends. Do your job and keep your head down. We’re all counting on you, Princess.” With that, he placed his hands in his pockets, and walked away casually, as if he had just left the bathroom.

(let me know if you have any feedback, and drop an emoji or something in the comments if you’re excited! i’d love to know if you guys as as into this as i am. i hope to post some more content from my story soon ☺️)

#nina speaks! #original story #original fic #naruto writer #bnha writer #scheduled

[formulanaughty]

Seb and Mick talking about you while they inspect you - fingers spreading your pussy wide, teasing you about how wet you are, tweaking your nipples, taunting you without ever directly talking to you…hot.

putting it under a cut cause even though y'all follow a nsfw blog, i don't tag this stuff as such and maybe people don't wanna see it on their dash! anyways! challenging myself with something here - constructive crit is absolutely welcome on this one! too confusing? not descriptive enough? lemme know!

“She agreed to this?”

“She said 'I want it to be Seb.' She wanted you.”

“Why me?”

“She likes you. We trust you. She said you would, how did she put it — appreciate it?”

“What are her rules?”

“She’s allowed to listen.”

“That’s all?”

“It’s what she wanted.”

“You’re pretty lucky, Mick.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“May I? She looks wonderful, all spread out like this.”

“Of course. Look at her blushing already.”

“Ist es ihr peinlich?”

“Sie mag es.”

“Her lips are gorgeous.”

“You should see them wrapped around a cock. She’s got a talented mouth, Seb.”

“I’m sure. She looks so… innocent in the paddock. Seeing her here makes me realize it’s all a lie. Am I wrong?”

“No. You have no idea what she’s like. She still shocks me sometimes, honestly.”

“It’s okay if I touch her?”

“Absolutely. She would be asking you to if she was allowed.”

“Look at how hard her nipples are. Like tiny little erasers.”

“She loves to have them sucked on; sometimes I wonder if she could get off on that alone... Yeah, now bite down a bit, it drives her wild.”

“Her skin even tastes good, how is that possible?”

“She has this lotion that she puts on. I dream about it sometimes when we’re away for a while.”

“I would too. It’s delicious.”

“Spread her legs a bit, I’ll bet she’s already soaked. She couldn’t wait to show off for you. It’s all she’s talked about.”

“Oh… Wow. What a pretty pussy. And she’s absolutely dripping - we haven’t even done anything to her yet.”

“She likes being teased. I think she likes the foreplay more than the fucking.”

“Then you aren’t fucking her right, Mick. You haven’t touched her at all? She’s so pink and puffy already.”

“No, she wanted to show you how excited she was for you to come by so I just spread her out and told her to wait. She’s been like that for a while so she’s probably a bit on edge already. And I am fucking her right, ask any of our neighbors. You’re welcome to come watch sometime so I can prove my point.”

“I think she’s on board - do you see the way she’s clenching around nothing? Poor thing. Maybe I can just — Christ, Mick, she’s so tight. And so wet too.”

“Turn your wrist a bit - yeah, now curl your fingers a bit, and she — keep doing that and she’ll squirt.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m - it’s so hot. I’ve never seen anything like it. Shocked me the first time. She just loses control. You could, if you wanted—”

“Next time. Right now, I just want to look.”

#idk man idk #🥵 #just ​talk about me like I’m not there #sv #ms #fn.drabble #fn.answer #(this could’ve been better but I like the dialogue challenge!) #(tried to stick to one line each back and forth) #also I did use google translate so apologies if it’s wrong! i know zero German #m/f/m

[dresshistorynerd]

So I saw this illustration recently floating around here and it’s so riddled with bullshit I decided to go through it with meticulous detail. Also it’s whole point is bullshit, but we’ll circle back to it. I have to note I’m not dress historian and don’t know all the nuances related to history of undergarments, and wouldn’t have even room for that in this post. And the illustration is completely devoid of them anyway.

So strap in and jump into the rabbit hole with me! Let’s start with the accuracy of the figures illustrating the undergarments. I don’t know why the 18th century stays (corsets come later) look like that? They are so wrong in so many ways. This is what 18th century stays looked like.

They did not flatten the bust at all. On the contrary, they pushed the bust up. It makes the stomach flat, but bust very much not. The boning was made from whale bone, reeds or slim wood bents most often, which are all very bendable and soft materials. Which means it was firm but not hard or restrictive. They mostly just smoothed the torso and supported bust. Also none of these illustrations have shift or chemise under their corset/stays, which was extremely important part of the undergarment (they protected the skin from corset/stays and it from oils of skin).

Now I’m questioning weather the makers of this info graph have seen Regency dresses. Firstly they claim that the ideal figure was “natural waist” when you can see that the waist can’t even be seen under the dress. There’s literally no waist. I would rather say the ideal figure was long tube body and boobs (emphasis on boobs). They also say the “corset” (still stays) stops bellow the bust line, but if you have seen a Regency dress, you know the bust is basically on the chin. (There were some stays that actually stopped under breasts, but the ones with cups where much more common as they were better at getting the fashionable silhouette.)

You don’t achieve this look without some heavy lifting done by the undergarments.

Here’s what they looked like. (Picture is from Abigail Polston’s blog.) They were basically push up bras. They didn’t have boning at all or sometimes a couple bones, but were usually made at least partly of stiffened fabrics. Between the breasts there’s a wooden slab that keeps the boobs separate and the stays from crinkling. They only smoothed out the rest of the torso and their only real purpose was support the bust and lift the hell out of it.

The next figure has so so many things wrong about it. In 1830s the stays were basically same as Regency stays. In 1840s the stays started to have a little more of the Victorian hourglass shape, but their construction was still similar. Though at the same time corsets started to live along side stays, till in the 1850s they took over the undergarment business. Here’s an example of 1890s corset.

Victorian corset is result of very complicated engineering. The shape is achieved with very ingenious patterning and strategically placed bones. Maximal shape with minimal boning. When you go back to look at the 18th century stays, which are covered in bones and then check out bow little there’s bones in the Victorian corset. The shape subtly changed thorough the rest of the century, but the basic construction and hourglass figure stayed the same.

Now the description says tight lacing became popular and it’s not entirely wrong. Tight lacing became a thing. In the previous centuries it wasn’t really even possible in same sense, because the materials used were too soft. Well some rich fashionable women still did it in 18th century (with regency stays it just wasn’t possible), but because of the materials, they couldn’t restrict bodily functions like breathing (looking at you PotC). Victorian corsets however usually had couple of iron bones, the rest being the soft whale bone, giving them more ability to shape the body. Tight lacing however was not common. Some rich, young and fashionable ladies would do that, but it was seen broadly negatively at the time. People talked about the health consequences and perhaps more than that, saw it as very vain. Tight lacing every day for a long time had negative health consequences, but vast majority of women didn’t do that and they were nothing nearly as dramatic ass people claim. Corset’s magic wasn’t it’s ability to reduce waist, but rather accentuate bust and hips. It was all about the illusion. Padding was added too on top of the corset. All women used corsets and it didn’t restrict them from doing all kinds of stuff, like working in a factory, or climbing a mountain.

I don’t really have anything to complain about the 1900s, 1910s and 1920s. They have at least the right shapes and don’t have weird claims. Now, I’m not very knowledgeable in any decade after 1920s, but I know at least that bullet bra were already a thing in the 40s? You can see it in 40s dress silhouettes too.

After all this wildly inaccurate info, the whole point of the info graph is that lingerie is going backwards and apparently it’s a bad thing. It gives the impression that undergarments were bad in the ye olden times, then they got good and apparently they are bad again. I think the funniest part is when it says in the 80s bit that “lingerie no longer a way to control the body but to empower women”. Empower how? How were 80s bras more empowering that previous or following bras? Also it says that the ideal figure was “any”. Now, I’m not that familiar with 80s, but if you look at the fashion then, you definitely notice a common silhouette: broad shoulders and natural waist.

After that apparently shaping bras are used to make the bust look bigger, which is bad I guess. Worse than padding on shoulders for some reason?

It is not outright said that the undergarments of earlier periods were used to control women’s bodies, but it’s implied. That’s a really common misconception, but not really true. In the 17th century women didn’t wear stays, but the bodice was heavily structured and boned. When mantua (loose robe draped on body, think of robe á la francaise) entered the western fashion (around 1680s), women jumped on it. Stays became very quickly very popular, to give the fashionable silhouette even without the rigid bodice. Stays and mantua combo was more comfortable and more adjustable to changes in body so it took completely over the fashion during the 18th century. And when corsets became a thing in the Victorian era, most corset makers were women. Women invented a lot of the engineering that went into patterning corsets.

Corsets and stays were not some torture devices. They were flexible, constructed with the right measurements and their purpose wasn’t to reduce the measurements of the body, but rather create optical illusions and support the bust and the back. Many people who have used recreations of historical corsets say they are in many ways more comfortable than modern bras, which shift all the weight of the bust on shoulders. Corsets and stays distributed it on hips instead. Perhaps the biggest actual health concern with a regular use of corset especially (excluding tight lacing and stays didn’t to my knowledge have this problem at least to the same extend) is it supporting the back too much, making the wearer’s deep muscles wither. So in a way, they were too comfortable. Victorians were aware of that, and upper class women, who didn’t do manual labour, were encouraged to excercise to keep their torso in good shape.

Now at some point when making this post, I started to wonder who made this illustration and why. It does seem, if not well researched, at least professional. After googling the label in the bottom left corner, I found this.

The poster is saying it’s terrible when fashion tries to shape your body with clothing and it has the solution for you. Shape your body literally with the serum they are selling. They even say in the 2000s section that big bust is the desired shape, which now looks a lot like marketing. Though it doesn’t seem like they are selling it anymore. Their website is down and I couldn’t find any info on them. The whole product seems a little suspicious. It’s apparently a cream containing estrogen you put on your breasts and it should make your breast grow. Now I’m no expert, but that’s not how estrogen works. Any cream that claims it has some hormones that will change your body or skin? They don’t work. Don’t buy them.

I think this illustrates very well why I disagree so much with the idea that shaping your silhouette with clothing was so terrible and it’s good that we moved away from it. Fashion always has a silhouette, it’s part of the overall look. When the silhouette was still achieved with undergarments, your body shape and size didn’t matter. It wasn’t about the size, it was about proportion and you could create that with corsets/stays, padding and illusions. Nowadays you see sometimes thin celebrities praised for being fashionable when they wear boring clothes which show their stomach, and people have started to question if they actually have style or are they just thin. And often bigger people are ridiculed for wearing the exact same thing. Now it’s the body which is fashionable, not the clothing. And it leads to companies like these trying to push people to change their bodies.

Now, I don’t think any strict fashion or beauty standard is ever good, even if it could be achieved with clothing alone. But I think there’s something to be learned from past, to maybe not reserve fashion and style only for a specific type of body. I don’t think it’s ever helpful or healthy for a body type to be trendy. There’s always all types of bodies and they all deserve to enjoy style, if they wish.

TL;DR: Add tried to sell their boob cream by spewing inaccuracies about historical undergarments.

#fashion history #fashion #historical clothing #historical fashion #history #dress history #historical undergarments #beauty ideals #body ideals #long post #dress history research

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.

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Illiam and Helis on the road! Close sequel to here and here.  Masterpost for these characters is here. Mostly just some conversation and worldbuilding today; stay tuned for part 2!

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Helis knew, from the conversations they had overheard at Illiam’s heel, that today they would pass into the south of Rosdan, the part the Toraldan army hadn’t taken yet. If they hadn’t, they probably wouldn’t have been able to guess; the countryside was the same as it had been for the past few days. Heavily forested hills, a dirt road that wound side-to-side between their peaks like the track made by a snake. The ground was rocky, any snow long since trodden into black sludge peppered liberally with gravel. Helis had an impressive bruise on the underside of their foot from trying to make their way through it, and the little downy feathers on their ankles hadn’t been either white or downy in days.  

“We have quite a large ravine to cross next,”  Illiam commented. “The town is just over the bridge; we should be able to see both once we’re around this next bend in the road.”

Helis made a wordless hum of acknowledgment. They wouldn’t be stopping for the night in this town; they might pause so that people could mill about, make a mess and maybe have another urgent, terse meeting. Or they might not. Helis supposed they’d be glad for a chance to stretch their legs.

The thick pine forest on some of these hills was a lot like the country that they’d spent a few weeks camping in with Reed. Had it been this tiring, going up and down the hills? Not for Helis, but maybe for Reed it had been. He’d never complained.

“I built some bridges, you know,” Illiam remarked.  

Helis blinked, roused from their reverie. “What?”

“Bridges. You know, big structures, usually made of wood or stone, they allow you to get over bodies of water… ”

Helis hunched their shoulders. Yes, very funny. “You… built bridges? Why?” It wasn’t something they’d ever considered him doing. It seemed… beneath him, or at least that he ought to think it was beneath him. They didn’t remember him ever showing the slightest interest in that kind of thing before.

“It’s the kind of thing I’ve been working on, the last few years,” Illiam explained. “Not just bridges, but… large engineering work. Repairing dams, roads. You usually do that with magic in Crestmead, don’t you?”

“Sometimes,” Helis said. Their friend Diamand had taken a job in that direction; another scholarship student, like them, he’d chosen to go into government service in construction. “It’s usually done with teams of mages…”

“It’s not been used much here,” Illiam said. “Most things like that in the North are built the old-fashioned way. Bricks and mortar and a lot of peasants with shovels. It can be difficult and dangerous work, not to mention slow. I had seen a lot of… interesting things done in the South, and I wanted to try and replicate them. Not just structures, either - I still wonder if I could get some of your irrigation and wind shelter techniques to work with our farms.” He paused. “You came from a farm, didn’t you?”

“Yeees…” Helis wasn’t sure whether to be surprised he remembered, or brace themself for him to say something derogatory. “We didn’t use any magic, though. I think you’re talking about bigger places than ours…”

He barely seemed to be listening. “I imagine the climate to the south is better, so you probably didn’t need much help. The land to the west of our holdings is harsh, and crop failures are common. It would make a big difference if I could increase yield even a little bit.” He sighed. “Bridges proved easier, at least to start with. Of course, I was somewhat hampered by the fact that, as you say, I don’t have a trained team. I only have myself. So a lot of the techniques needed… adjusting.”

Despite themselves, Helis found themself a little interested. “That’s a bit more than just an ‘adjustment’,” they said. “You’re trying to do the work of, what - four to six people by yourself?”

“Mm,” he said, dismissive.

“That sounds… dangerous,” Helis said. They’d had to design the kind of spells Illiam was talking about as part of their course; they couldn’t imagine trying to handle that much magic, in that many different moving parts, at once. It was overambitious to the point of being irresponsible.

Then again, in light of his current project, they shouldn’t be surprised.

“Oh, maybe if you don’t know what you’re doing,” Illiam said, airily. They could practically picture the smug tilt of his chin as he said it. “I had it down pretty well by the third attempt. Besides, it was unavoidable. Even if I’d managed to get four or five mages together, there’s no guarantee they’d have been able to work together in that way. It’s not a common skill here.”

Helis’ brow wrinkled. “But… I’ve seen other mages here, in the army ranks.” Mostly men, a scattering of women, their uniform marked out with a red scarf or sash or hat. The common soldiers deferred to them, but nowhere near as much as they did to Illiam. Helis had seem them performing heat spells, wind spells, stick-fast spells - the kinds of minor workings any large group of people needed.  Are they mages or not? they wanted to ask. Why ‘if’ you get four or five people? Aren’t they trained properly?

He hummed thoughtfully. “Yes, but the… culture, I suppose you’d say… amongst mages is different here. Much less collaborative. Much less standardised. A Northern sorceror works alone, or maybe with an apprentice or two if they’re inclined to that sort of thing.”

“Oh.”

“There’s nothing like the Academy here, or even the sort of smaller schools that teach people to read and write in Crestmead,” Illiam explained. “I learned my Northern magic from my master, Karlin, who learned it from his, and so on. I started when I was nine - that’s pretty normal. He didn’t have a second apprentice while teaching me, but I understand he often did. Some masters can get a bit… stingy, paranoid. They don’t like to share their knowledge too freely. Karlin was never like that.”

“Oh. You… always did seem like you knew a bit already, in the first semester,” Helis admitted.

Illiam was silent, just a beat longer than usual. “You could say that,” he said. “You know, I - ”

He cut himself off - the hands that had been fairly slack on the reins in front of Helis were suddenly moving, pulling the horse up to a sudden stop.

They had just rounded the curve of the hillside. As Illiam had said, they could look down and see the bridge - miles ahead of them yet, a squat and sturdy structure made from the same grey stone as the cliffs it straddled. The riverbed was a long way down.

They couldn’t see much of the town, though, because it and the forest to the east were obscured by a thick dark plume of smoke.

The soldiers in front of them were clogging the road, the whole unit that had been ahead of Illiam’s horse, pulled to an unplanned halt. Raised voices and curses reached Helis’ ears; people were pointing at the smoke, barking orders, shoving the people ahead or behind them.

“This town was supposed to be secured!” someone was insisting, harsh and strident. “Lord Garnier sent - ”

As the army milled, disorganised, there was a sharp whistle, thinned out by distance and followed by a crack. The light that flashed in the forest beyond the town was tinged pale blue, obviously magical in origin. People in the army flinched and swore as more clouds of dust and smoke rose up. As they watched, aghast, a wedge of stone split away from the cliff face and tumbled down into the ravine with a crash.

Illiam hissed wordlessly under his breath, and tapped Helis - more of a shove, really - on the shoulder.

"You’re getting off,” he said abruptly.

“What?”

“Get off the horse, lackwit, move!”

Helis let go of their grip on the saddle and drew their knees up slightly, uncertain of what to do next. Illiam lifted them unceremoniously around the waist, and they swung their leg awkwardly over the horse’s neck. They made it to the ground in an awkward, flapping fall, their legs nearly giving way under them.

The horse stamped and sidled back and forth, rolling one dark eye as Helis stumbled back. Illiam gathered up his reins. He didn’t even look down at Helis.

“Go back and wait with the rest of the camp followers,” he said, his voice raised over the commotion. “Do not come and find me. Do not cause problems.”

He kicked the horse into motion. Helis shielded their eyes from the dirt he threw up; they could hear him yelling something at the soldiers down the slope. By the time they had collected themself, the crowd of soldiers had parted to allow Illiam and his horse to canter down the hill in the direction of the smoking town.

“Well, now what?” Helis asked aloud, to nobody in particular. They watched the figure of Illiam and his horse, dramatic black cloak flapping, until it was out of sight. Helis didn’t know much about war magic. But they had a hazy, uneasy idea how much damage a single magic-user could wreak against an undefended force. Was he going to fight? Or did he think the battle needed him in command? It still seemed unbelievable to Helis, that men twice their age, generals and leaders, actually took orders from Illiam, who wasn’t any older than Helis themself.

The crowd of soldiers was forming up into some kind of order in his wake, the person who’d been yelling about Lord Garnier unloading a series of profanities and insults on everybody in earshot.

The wagons and the rest of the army had been following Illiam and the advance party, much slower on the hilly ground. Helis had no idea how far away they might be.

They sighed, picked a rock out from between their toes, and set off back the way they’d come.

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Beta Blog - Things to do

Hey! Welcome to the blog, this is still a bit under construction but it's at least in a semi-viewable state now, I think. Here are some things that need doing (Mostly for self-reference), when I get somewhere in terms of progress, this'll be replaced with an actually decent pinned post lmao This is mostly done in order of priority, I will make a post update for every muse who's info page was finished but it should be a gradual process so uh dont worry about spam -should probably add a slight incest tw, just in case lmao -add pictures to the muse taglines on main page (placeholders will work for now, probably) -Muse information docs so people know who tf they're talking to (Would recommend looking at the Humanity's Bloodspill document for a general overview, albeit a very shitty one) -Actual faces on the muse page OR their document (The current pics are just placeholders, but they are kinda pretty...) -Relations + Verses (Once established) -Icons -Tags All in all, thanks for stopping by! Hopefully I'll have it up and running soon enough~ Enjoy the music and feel free to explore a bit while you wait lol

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