#Good Mojo Tattoos

[cjkie22]

A non-exhaustive list of why you should listen to hit dirtbag boyband Bears in Trees:

their music is really amazing. you'll love it.

especially if your Spotify wrapped was on the pov: indie side of things

and even if it wasn't.

songs for every emotion

absolutely beautiful lyrics

sometimes these lyrics make sense. sometimes they don't. that's part of the fun.

songs about platonic love !!!!!

songs for the queers! the aros! the aces! the enbies! the trans community!

my dad likes them. doesn't sound like a lot, but it's an achievement.

(more underneath the break)

iain (bass/vox/lyrics) has "ginger" tattooed on the back of their head. if that isn't iconic I don't know what is.

on the note of iain, they were the first person i was aware of that used they as a pronoun, and that changed my life

they have a discord server! it's a really lovely community. i am not biased in the slightest. (discord.gg/sandbox) (https://discord.com/invite/thesandbox) (i will personally send you an invite i don't actually know what the link is)

they should DEFINITELY be on the heartstopper soundtrack

if I'm remembering correctly in the tiktok where they said they should be on the heartstopper soundtrack, they also said 3 out of 4 of them were in some way queer. seems like a good thing to me.

they opened for you me at six earlier this year. it was my first time seeing them live. and WOW.

I met some of my best friends through this band. I'm not joking; big shout out to the mojo dojo castle house, I'll never forget that weekend.

they're hilarious on the internet

you might cry at several of their songs for a million different reasons

BearBerry records

they have a tumblr blog @/bearsintreesofficial (iirc). I'm not gonna tag them but

BiT gigs are a safe space. I may have almost fainted at my last one (new cross inn, August 2023) but I've never met so many kind strangers and genuinely lovely people

merch is super comfy and really cute.

it gives stardew valley and animal crossing (trust me I'm right)

after the new cross gig (sweatiest gig in the world), despite surely being exhausted, callum (uke/keys/vox) took my bereal and i got my mini lesbian flag signed by them all

I turned out not to be a lesbian, which possibly makes it funnier, but the flag is stuck on my wall still

cryptids would LOVE their band

dash.

there's also a community minecraft server for discord members

BiT postcards !!!!

gosh and the bit stickers

they covered stick season on an Instagram live

they also do the funniest twitch streams

iain and the mountain

the raccoon email address

george (drums/production) is elite. the drum fills in doing this again? iconic. also has a specific really cool shirt I want to steal

wedding. dress. tiktok.

callum doesn't wear shoes on stage. apparently this was common knowledge but it sure surprised me at new cross.

the austrian soft drinks advert

iain make up looks

callum plays the flute. I want to say classically trained flautist but i may be wrong.

none of them have EVER bribed any members of law enforcement

their songs are very tattooable

talking of tattoos, nick (lyrics/guitar/saw him play the uke on stage once) has L + R tattooed on his forearms (iirc). absolute genius and I am stealing it when I get more of my patchwork sleeve done

iain releases solo music to under the name pet yeti. it's ethereal. callum also plays flute on one of them.

trumpet joe

the four of them never look like they are dressed for the same event

someone once edited the bears in trees wiki page to say that Ryan Ross was in their band

silly geese

that time we got singing? poetry? performance art? of THAT harry potter fanfiction

according to tiktok, iain and nick once had to sneak into their own show because they were underage

nurby

I have a video in the depths of my camera roll of them covering Mama by My Chemical Romance on a twitch stream

sonick

all of them give me gender envy at different times

their newest single (bart's bike) features banjo

patreon content

yelling it gets better with a room full of people was a healing experience.

tilly

modern baseball and fall out boy adjacent in my brain

if you like bears in trees you're automatically hot and really cool

they did a song with noahfinnce and its really super good

callum also featured on a myriad song which is also really super good

bit songs feel like coming home. they feel like hot chocolate and a blanket on a cold night. they feel like a warm hug. they feel like surviving and falling in love with life again and overcoming the worst things. they feel like victory, because you didn't think you'd make it to adulthood. but I'm 20 now. and I'm still here. I've almost graduated uni. and that's what bears in trees feels like.

all of their songs!!!! amazing!!!!

please feel free to add to this list. I'm taking suggestions.

#bears in trees #dirtbag boyband #music #bit #bearsintrees #bears in trees core #LISTEN TO THEM #i'm begging you #i love my friends #they make me feel alive again #indie #pov: indie #i'm alive #and thats wonderful

[quinloki]

Nothing particularly awesome happened today, Daylight Savings has messed up my sleep so bad I'm currently functioning on a mere 4 hours sleep. When speaking I can barely put words into a sentence but writing has always been my forte so hopefully this is far more coherent. Yesterday I tweaked my masterlists and organized them proper, so that made me happy.

No one really interacts with my stuff on Wattpad which is fine, because the exact same works are doing GREAT on AO3. My Arlong collection has been viewed over 240 times, has 11 kudos, and has received 2 comments from people. Rabid Devotion has 3 kudos and has been bookmarked once with only 50+ views, Better Mousetrap has 170+ views and 2 kudos, while Slinktober isn't slated to be updated/finished until July and yet it has 55+ views and 3 kudos. It has more kudos than Mousetrap and more views than Rabid. So that's happy stuff. And I do get views and likes here on tumblr, more so than on Wattpad—that's my worst showing despite being my preferred writing platform. Go figure.

Anyway, I thought I'd follow your little OC template you provided in your request post for good stuff while you recuperate from a trying day. As always, I am here to try and provide. Also as always, this runs egregiously long.

Tell me more about an OC? -:- if you've told me about them before: Do you have new art of them? Have you made new lore? Discarded anything/changed something?

I'm going to gloss over the fact that you asked about OCs and just focus on giving you more about Arlong and my self-ship Keiko. I am working on my OCs but I find them to be exhausting because I'm not to a place where I can create originally again, I'm still healing from writing hurt. I'm getting a lot better but the mojo just isn't there yet, so the majority of them have been indefinitely shelved. Especially the two snake-like OCs (Lon Lon & Modeus—though I did add a little more to him than her).

I have no art of Arlong yet, and I have NOT tried drawing Arlong in my cartoon style, though I guess I could now that I think about it. He'll look awful but I headcanon the man has no artistic skill whatsoever, so I could easily pass the drawing off as his handiwork instead of mine. I think it'd be funny if Arlong's drawing skills were on the same level as Luffy. He'd never admit to it because he hates Luffy which is why I think their levels in art should be equal.

Now that I know Arlong is a sawfish and not a sawshark, I have one more thing to goad him with besides being an amphibian and a separate species from the fishwomen. Clearly, I enjoy tormenting the man. This is, in fact, along the same vein of how we met.

I keep changing the official story of how we met until I can find one that makes the most sense. What stays the same each time is that Arlong and his boys are the first fishmen I'd ever seen. I also am functioning on my self-insert as having been semi-isekai'd (that's the trope where you die in your world and end up in another, right?). Except, I didn't exactly die. I like the planeswalking thing of MtG so I just work off of that more or less.

Anywho, I thought I'd share the story of how I met Arlong and how I at the very least piqued his attention enough to not get killed right off the bat. It started not with a hello but with a "can I touch you?"

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Just a Touch

"Can I touch you?" I held up my hand to show I genuinely meant touch in a I-want-to-understand-something sort of way and not the I-want-to-touch-for-X-amount-of-berries sort of way. I mostly just pointed to his arm with the stylized fish tattoo to really drive home the point that this was a non-sexual request on my part.

The fishman laughed down at me, literally. "And why would I let a puny human girl touch me, a superior fishman?"

"Curiosity?" I don't know why I'm answering with a question, I am curious. It's not a question but the way in which he responded made me feel oh so small. Puny indeed.

He raised an eyebrow, "curiosity you say? And what is so curious about us, hm? We're not circus freaks put on display for you girl, get lost before I lose my temper and explore a curiosity of my own." The eyebrow fell as he switched from condescension to threatening. He stood straighter to punctuate that he was significantly bigger than me and besides being tall enough to probably step on me, he certainly could bite my head off.

I don't know why, but the whole exchange hurt. My hands fell to my sides, my shoulders sagged, and I had to bite my lip to keep the tears that were welling up from falling down. I hate crying in front of others and I sure as hell wasn't going to cry in front of this jerk. I lifted my chin to keep my head high, I wasn't going to let him bully me but I needed to heed the threat at the same time.

One tear did manage to slip down my cheek as I glared back at him before turning silently on my heel and briskly walking away. I didn't look back once. If I had, I'd have seen how he tilted his head to the side with an expression caught between anger and confusion.

I don't know what they were doing on the island, I'd gone to great lengths to ensure I didn't run into any of them all day long. Day turned to night and night turned to morning. A new day that I hoped would pass without issue. That turned out to be a futile hope. I had been spying on the beach since dawn broke, to ensure the intruders weren't there before heading down to look for shells or other odds and ends that washed up during the night.

I'd been traipsing through the sand for only about twenty minutes when I shadow fell over me and loomed for several feet beyond mine. Well shit, guess I have company after all.

"You now it's dangerous to keep your back unprotected with fishmen around. I could have killed you multiple times." Judging from the low rumbly voice, it was the same fishman from yesterday. The sharky one.

Keeping my back to him I answered, "I have no doubt since I'm such a lowly and puny little human girl." The word feels like acid on my tongue. Girl, as if I were a mere child and not the adult that I was. Just one more way for others to strip me of my own agency and keep me low in the hierarchy of life. I didn't feel so low before these fishmen showed up and within twenty-four hours I was starting to believe the lies people mutter as I walk by.

I heard him sigh behind me whether in anger or exasperation I couldn't say. Suddenly the shadow got shorter and shorter which did nothing more but make me curious about him all over again. I turn to see why his shadow retreated. The sharkman squatted down, now balancing on his toes and his arms resting on his knees as he undoubtedly scrutinized me. Even squatting down he was taller than me and I was not short by any means. Okay I was, but this is the Grand Line, everyone is taller than they are in the other four seas. In any of the four Blues I am tall but on the Grand Line I'm tiny and this guy was making me feel even tinier.

"I will permit you to touch me just this once." He stared at me head on with an almost passive expression. I have no clue what's going through his head or what his game is, but he seems calm and this is my golden opportunity.

I reach for the arm with the tattoo and hesitate for a few seconds, trying to anticipate if it's a trap or not. Deciding it's not I continue until my fingers touch his arm. First my fingertips because I don't really know what I'm doing or what I expect. He's not really reacting, just watching in silence. Meanwhile my mind is racing, why did he change his mind? Why is he so calm now? Is he going to kill me afterwards?

Despite my panicking thoughts, I continue my quest for my answer to the question only I knew. My fingertips move forward and my fingers are now fully connected with his forearm; my fingers gliding up and down the forearm then side-to-side. I trace along the tattoo as well. I'm sure he must think me insane at this point as this is clearly not normal behavior for anyone, human or otherwise.

He simply continues to stare and doesn't say anything. But I do. I furrow my own brows at the contact and quietly sigh under my breath, "well that's disappointing." I totally forgot whose arm this was. I totally forgot he was literally right there, could hear me, and that just yesterday threatened to kill me publicly. He didn't even try to hide his hostility. Yet here I am, insulting him, to his face, with no witnesses for my murder. Genius Keiko, real smooth. Way to keep your lifespan going.

"What do you mean, disappointing? What were exactly were you expecting little one?" I don't know if this was a step up or down from girl but I'll take it for now because he's not killing me yet. In fact, he still hadn't so much as twitched.

I, maybe carefully, maybe bravely—I no longer know where I fall in terms of adjectives and adverbs—look him in the eyes, his beautiful icy blue eyes (get your head in the game Keiko, you could be mere seconds from being headless and he still wouldn't have to move his arms to do it). "Don't take this the wrong way but you're the disappointment here."

I'm a dead woman. That's it, this is where it ends for me. I may as well just strip out of my mortal coil myself and hand it to him.

He raises a single eyebrow again, and with just a hint of mirth to his voice prolongs my inevitable demise, "how have I disappointed you?"

"Look, I don't know anything about fishmen. This island doesn't have any books on them and until yesterday I'd never seen one before. You're as foreign as foreign can get for me. Based on how the locals were screaming, you must be the shark. Yes?"

He finally smirks and has an expression that is semi-readable. Amusement. I'm amusing him. Well, at least I'm not offending him as that ends in death. Though amusement could also end in death but for now, I'm still breathing and that's a good sign.

"Yes, I'm the shark. Arlong the Saw and I am a sawshark fishman."

"Great, nice to meet you Arlong. Now, as I was saying, and again I mean no offense, but for a shark you're an utter disappointment."

Arlong, as he's apparently called, leans in close to me and it's only now that I see why he's called the Saw. His nose is razor sharp, all he'd have to do is twitch to either side in rapid succession and he could cut my head off. It's like he has a sword growing out of his face, I wonder what a narwhal fishman looks like? I bet they'd resemble a humanoid unicorn with gills. Focus Keiko!

"Could you be more specific, little girl."

That wasn't a question, that was a statement. He definitely took offense. I quickly retract my hand from his arm but he's faster. Arlong catches my wrist with his webbed hand, another feature I hadn't noticed earlier. He continued to stare intently at me as if he were trying to see my very soul. For some reason, I felt almost naked under his eyes.

I tried twisting my hand out of his grasp to no avail so I have no course but to talk my way of the jaws of death. "I truly mean no offense. It's just, your skin. It feels like mine."

Arlong narrows his eyes, "of course it feels like yours, it's skin. I'm a fishman. Humanoid. I have arms and legs as you do, fingers and toes too. Why would I not have skin as you have?"

Maybe he was getting angry or maybe I just really confused him. Might as well own up to my question. I didn't want to ask the question direct in case it was a truly stupid one, but now I either elaborate or I die what may be a very painful death. Though I must admit, if this man is what my death looks like, damn. Way more pleasant than an unknown creature is black robes with a scythe. This guy may be scary but he was also attractive. There could be worse ways to go if I had time to think about them.

"Do fishmen not live in the sea?" Not my question but now I was getting confused at his confusion.

"In a way. We live on an island that's underwater, why?"

"An underwater island? I don't know how to process that. That's beside the point anyway. My point is you have human-like skin but you're supposedly a shark. Shouldn't you feel like a shark instead?"

Arlong finally stopped glaring at me and burst out laughing, while still holding my wrist, though he did loosen the grip a little bit. He certainly wasn't trying to break my hand but he might have bruised it. "You thought I was going to feel like sandpaper?!"

I looked down at the sand, blushing from embarrassment. "Well yeah, because you're a sawshark." Shit, my eyes are watering again. I hate that crying is my body's go-to-reaction for nearly everything. It's partly way I live outside the village, one can only take so much harassment.

Arlong's laughing slowed and he took a few deep breaths to steady himself. "You really haven't encountered a fishman before then. No, sharkmen do not feel like sharks because we aren't sharks. We're more akin to mammals just as humans are. We have skin and hair and our women give birth to live babies just as humans do."

I cannot lift my head, the tears won't stop so I just stare at the sand and listen to what is turning out to be a very educational lecture. Arlong decides to continue when I don't respond, "unlike humans we have webbed fingers and toes as I'm sure you've noticed by now. We have gills on our necks for breathing underwater and lungs for breathing on land. We command the water but even we have to be careful in the Grand Line. She is an unforgiving landscape."

I quietly nod in understanding. He finally lets go of my wrist and tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at him through blurry, watery eyes. "You're very unusual for a human, you didn't fear us when we arrived yesterday. You approached with curiosity and a desire to understand us. No human has done that to me or my crew." Arlong proceeded to wipe my tears away as he finally stood up. "Perhaps we'll have another conversation on another day."

"Does this mean you aren't going to kill me?"

He chuckles, "No little one, I'm not. I only ask for one thing in return for today's lesson."

It's my turn to tilt my head to the side in confusion, "and what's that?"

"Tell me your name."

And just like I did when they first landed here yesterday morning, I smiled. "My name is Keiko."

"I look forward to tomorrow's question, Keiko." Arlong left me on the beach grinning like a smitten schoolgirl. I got my answer to my question, and while it was a truly disappointing answer—I wanted him to feel like sandpaper, I didn't die and I may have made a new friend.

I love Keiko - and I should’ve been more clear, but OC to me kind of covers any flavor of original character - self insert, reader type, OC as commonly referred to, etc.

I’m happy to hear about them all ^_^

I love this story! Her question, the progress of the tale, the interaction. You may make a fan of me yet (for Arlong, I mean, I already love Keiko.)

I’m just about off to bed for the night, so I don’t have much else to say, but thank you so much for sharing this, and please try to get some more rest too! Damn time change is such a pain >.<

#quin answers #thecrimsonacademic #Keiko OC #arlong the saw

[dietraumerei]

Weekly Writing and Reading Update

Hello, the start of the Long Dark is upon me, which means I just want to sleep and read and then sleep some more in my dark little apartment. I'm not unhappy, just...restful. Which is great, but also I need to go grocery shopping and just, ew. Work was also exhausting this past week, so I am hoping the coming week is better, and I will feel like getting up and about a bit next weekend. (Also I'm getting a tattoo done next Sunday, so that'll be cool to look forward to!)

All of which is to say that in all ways but physical I am a small piece of moss on the forest floor, and I'm not mad about it.

Writing

Honestly I did nothing this week. It feels like overkill to say I burned out, but I simply...did not want to write, so I didn't. My mojo is starting to creep back, but it was awfully nice to just read the New Yorker of a morning.

That said, I finally posted the first chapter of Yet Another New AU, and I'm really pleased with this ranging story. I think I'll post updates once a week or two; I want to take my time writing this, and it's been nice feeling like I have time to proofread and rewrite as I go; I already had to start over once because I accidentally made Dily unlikeable, lol.

Anyway, here it is:

Beginnings

Reading

I finished When the Angels Left the Old Country after @lesbrarian recommended it and it might be my favorite book I've read this year? Top five, certainly -- it's tense and beautiful and funny and full of love and very Jewish, and it just filled me with joy to read, even the sad parts. The comparisons to Good Omens are unavoidable, but really I find it a very different story in a lot of ways, although certainly with connections. I adored it, and it's one of those books I can't wait to re-read. Also every time I think about the angel too much I want to cry, but in a good way.

I also -- finally, after many breaks -- finished The Path the Power, the first volume of Caro's LBJ biography. Oh my god, this book. THIS BOOK. The next time I do this I'm going to update every week on what I learned that week because there is just so much in this tome. I want to visit the Pedernales, but not in summer. The description of grass-growing was riveting. The descriptions of the lives of the farmwives before electrification was riveting (and horrific). The play-by-play for elections in the forties literally kept me up past my bedtime. And I have not even touched on Pappy O'Daniel (a real person!! who was apparently toned down CONSIDERABLY for O Brother Where Art Thou) or Lady Bird or how Caro more than once makes sure to mention that Johnson had a dumptruck ass.

Anyway, Lyndon was a vote-buying absolute fucking weirdo from birth and his mother was just as weird and his father was fascinating and I'm a little in love with Sam Rayburn. Do not let either the Old White Man History or the fact that this book is a fucking doorstop stop you, this is a masterpiece and I see why it won a Pulitzer. (whoops, looks like it was another volume that won the Pulitzer) I cannot wait to read the other volumes, which I estimate will take me about a year per book, but worth it!

#weekly update #also I somehow have not read The Power Broker #which is funny because I loathe Robert Moses with all my being #guess I'm just a Caro stan

[demarogue]

Get to Know the Blogger

Tagged by @crackinglamb and @serial-chillr​ – thank you for thinking of me! Your answers are much cooler than mine will be. Stealing Serial’s strategy of telling the story with pictures.

Share your wallpaper: I once downloaded one of those “make your whole phone experience feel aesthetic” apps, and it was quite underwhelming, but I’ve kept the background. 

Last song you listened to: I’m on a Bad Omens kick right now, and at any given moment I’d choose a different song from the new album but I think most recent is Like a Villain. 

Currently reading: This range is weird AF, I admit. I’m also listening to ACOFAS and reading CC2 on kindle. Basically my adhd strategy is to have active reads all over the house so if I feel like reading, something is at hand. I had to run around to gather these, ha!

Last movie: John Wick, which...I dunno man, I’m tired. The first one was so good and now there’s just so much action and so little plot that the action feels tedious. Beautifully shot, though!

Last show: Sanditon season 3. LOVE a period drama, even a silly one.

Craving: Like Serial, I am also really craving spring and warm weather and gardening and hiking and and and. This winter has been SO long.

What are you wearing right now: Way more dressed up than usual LOL. Black cashmere sweater dress, leopard leggings, lined black knee-highs, leather jacket. Usually I’m in joggers and a sweater though. I’m trying to inject some mojo into my life with fashun. 

How tall are you: somewhere between 5′9″ and 5′10″ (~177cm)

Piercings: Just ears, and fun fact, they are slightly uneven because I got them done at a mall kiosk when I was 9.

Tattoos: none yet, I have too many ideas and commitment issues. 

Glasses? Contacts? Neither, I have annoyingly perfect vision

Last drink: matcha latte, and I am my own barista ;)

Last thing you ate: I am being extremely terrible about food right now but at least I’ve had a piece of toast with almond butter heh...I guess I’ll go downstairs and make lunch

Favorite color: no. I can’t do it.

Current obsession: I feel like I am too absorbed in my MFA to have an obsession outside of it, so I guess historical trends in architecture and design!?!? I’m digging the module we’re doing on Art Deco a lot.

Any pets: Dog and Cat – Grover and Weasel, respectively

Favorite fictional character: Sybel from The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, by McKillip (as you can see I love McKillip with my whole heart)

The last place you traveled: Just got back from Maryland! I was in Baltimore and DC.

Tagging @ultadverb​ @thesistersarcheron​ @soopsiedaisies​ @skjalla​ I could keep going but if you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged by me. I love reading y’all’s answers!

#about me #about the blogger

[ihatemisinformstion]

In my spiderman DR:

Peter B: I got a tattoo on my back that says ''blessed'' so yk I got good mojo

Jessica: Bitch that's in french and it says ''Fat Fried Chicken Leg'' YOU GOT THE WRONG TATTOO

Peter probably has someone’s face on his stomach LIKE HIS BABY I FEEL LIKE A HAS A TATOO OF HIS BABY ON HIM AND HE CAN NEVER TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF OR HE GETS BULLIED BY EVERYONE AROUND HIM THEY ALL JUST POINT AND LAUPH

[thevamplelio]

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

TAGGED BY: myself - borrowed from: @radicalrascals.

TAGGING: @akcsha, @wcstenra, @apphrodite, @eclipsecrowned, @protector-of-the-fae @sacredvein, @count-v-dracula @openedxdoors, @josephinerphub - shoutout to @desiredprince cause they’re cool.

✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► LESTAT DE LIONCOURT. 

★  ⸻   GENERAL

Name: Lestat de Lioncourt

Alias(es): the Brat Prince, the rule breaker, Lelio, a perfect devil & more!

Gender: Demi-boy (he/they)

Age: 262+ (looks 21)

Date of Birth: November 7, 1760

Place of Birth: Auvergne, France.

Spoken Language(s): French, English, some Latin and Italian.

Orientation: bi (non-discriminating!) and doesn’t do monogamy, that’s for humans and cowards.

Occupation(s): Prince of the coven of the articulate, writer/novelist, former rockstar, dandy/fop and all around troublemaker.

★  ⸻   APPEARANCE

Eye colour: blue-gray-purple.

Hair colour: golden blonde.

Height: 6’0”

Other: well dressed, gentleman death in silk and lace come to put out the light.

★  ⸻   FAVORITE

Colour: purple, fuscia and blue

Song: Present. Classical.

Food: king cake

Drink: wine

★  ⸻   HAVE THEY...

Passed university: add it to the do list, perhaps. (No)

Had sex: yes.

Had Sex in (semi)Public: yes.

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: yes.

Kissed a boy: yes.

Kissed a girl: yes.

Gotten tattoos: no.

Gotten piercings: no.

Been in love: yes.

Stayed up 24+ hours: yes.

★  ⸻   ARE THEY...

A virgin: most certainly not!

A cuddler: circumstantially.

A kisser: yes.

Scared easily: no.

Jealous easily: depends on who.

Trustworthy: of course! Of course! Of course! (No)

Submissive: switch.

Dominant: switch.

In love: with Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Relationship status: it’s complicated.

★  ⸻   RANDOM QUESTIONS

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have they harmed themselves: yes.

Thought of suicide/ideated: yes.

Attempted suicide: yes.

Wanted to kill someone: succeeded and done well at it.

Have/had a job: depends on definition.

Fears: abandonment, being enough, loneliness and his own capacity for evil and goodness.

★  ⸻   FAMILY

Sibling(s): a few brothers and sisters he claims disdain for, especially the brothers.

Parent(s): Marquis de Lioncourt/Gabrielle de Lioncourt.

Children: Claudia, Viktor de Lioncourt, Rose de Lioncourt, and open to adopting.

Significant other: a few… Louis de Pointe du Lac and Rowan Mayfair to name two. Pet(s): Mojo de Lioncourt, a handsome German Shepard.

The whole run down of this bi bastard.

The Vampire Lestat.

Books.

Tv show.

Bi manifesto.

Vampire reviews: the vampire Lestat.

Vampire reviews: the Vampire Chronicles books by Anne Rice.

#about / lestat #lestat / gentleman death #bisexual #lestat the wolfkiller #I know I’m a wolf #tag games #dash games #meta #anne rice #lestat de lioncourt #vc meta #vc books #the vampire lestat #vampire chronicles #headcanon #headcanons #long post #long post tw

[i-want-my-iwtv]

Hi! I just discovered your blog searching for IWTV quotes. I named my kitty Clawdia because she had these little stripes on her chin that looked like fangs, and she was very combative 🤭 She passed away Nov. 2020, and I want to get a memorial tattoo for her. I was wondering, what are some/your favorite Claudia quotes? I haven’t read this book in about 15 years and I can only find like two quotes online..?? I’m not sure if there’s even a good tattoo one, but I thought I might ask :-) Thank you.

Awww, I’m sorry for your loss, and I'm honored to help you find a good quote to memorialize your Clawdia ♥. Excellent name choice; Claudia is basically fangs + very combative + adorable (whether she likes it or not!) little creature. Share a few pics with us, if you feel comfortable doing so. And do share with us when you get the tattoo so I can add it to my collection here!

[X]

I finished skimming through the first 5 books, I spent a lot of time on this, and I’m satisfied with what I pulled. I think my fave option for now is:

"A small glittering thing plucked from the raging chaos"

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Claudia is one of my top 3 favorite characters in the whole series. Reading/writing fics set in the IWTV era is like visiting with her... one of my fave fics is @codenamecesare​’s Fearfully Changing, which features Claudia. 

OK SO. Claudia quotes! @claudiaindarkness​ might have some good quotes to add to mine. A lot of what Claudia canonically said was contextual and sometimes fairly combative, which can be good for a tattoo, depending on what you’re going for. I have 2 sections, one is direct quotes from her that you could use bits of, and the second is for quotes about her, in some way. I didn't add any from the '94 IWTV movie, it sounds like you're more focused on the books, but if you want a few from the movie, I'll add them. I also didn’t add the more standard fandom fave quotes, I don’t recall that any of them are directly Claudia-related, like “Evil is a point of view,” and “If I am an angel, paint me with black wings,” etc.

Also, check out my #tattoo tag, there are other VC tattoos there that might inspire you.

IWTV Claudia quotes:

"I have no human nature" 

"We must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge"

"Let the flesh instruct the mind"

"A constant never-ending search for something"

"I'll put you in your coffin, Father, I'll put you in it forever."

“You know the remedy. Let the flesh . . . let the flesh instruct the mind.”

"So now let's have peace, because there's nothing else to be had."

"Hell is people living together in eternal hatred." 

"Would that I had your size . . And would that you had my heart.”

“Be en garde”

“Don't be frightened of my fancy”

“We need our language, our people.“

"This is my world, I must have it as I like,”

“Did you think I'd be your daughter forever?“

“Fire purifies“

“We have the world, come with us!”

Quotes (potentially) about Claudia:

(from IWTV) The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.

"What a picture he made of her, the infant death, he called her. Sister death, and sweet death;" From those, I like Sweet Death

"Claudia, meantime, was flirting with disaster," variations: Flirting with disaster or Flirt with disaster could work!

This is a bit of a stretch, but digging back through my blog... "So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end" - Lestat, Tale of the Body Thief. I love that line, probably one of my favorite lines in the whole series. It’s about Mojo but as that book has a lot of Claudia, I interpret it as being about her, too: "A small glittering thing plucked from the raging chaos"

“Fierce and unnatural child thing”

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young. - by Webster, in Claudia’s diary entry from QOTD.

“The beautiful know they have power, and she had, in her diminutive charm, a certain power of which she was always casually aware.” - Louis re: Claudia in Merrick

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who: sonny & [OPEN] ! what: reworking his game plan after spending all of orientation doing guerrilla marketing for margot rowe’s living bard’s society presidential campaign instead of formally reuniting with his friends and/or working on the relationships he’s supposed to be forging if he wants to do what he came to cherry to do ! where: the ccu cafeteria !

Sonny worked on the docks for a few years, back in San Francisco. 

The other workers used to tease a group of old sailors-turned-fishermen, who were always driveling on about their neurotic superstitions. The fishermen wouldn’t set sail against a red sunrise, because that meant a storm is coming. They all had gold hoops piercing their ears, not because they were hip, but because it was supposedly good luck to have some gold in you. They said redheads weren’t allowed on their ships, because they were usually soulless Pagans. Women were dangerous to have on board, because they’d distract the crew; but statues of women on the outside of the ship were good luck, because nothing calmed the sea gods like the sight of a topless lady on the bow. Whistling was bad luck, because it took a fool’s hubris to challenge the wind. You couldn’t set sail on a Friday, because that was the day of the week that Jesus died, nor the first Monday in April, which is the day that Cain killed his brother Abel, nor the second Monday in August, which is the day that Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed, nor December 31, which is the day that Judas Iscariot committed suicide. Tattoos were lucky, and the fact that they looked badass was just an incidental bonus. Albatrosses were unlucky, because of some arbitrary poem a guy wrote in the 1700′s. And, god, bananas? Total shit-sucking catastrophes, the devil’s final yellow omens; keep them as far away from the ship as possible, and don’t you dare ask why; the simple act of mentioning them could compromise the whole voyage. 

It made sense, though, the more Sonny thought about it while watching the freaky geezers pour wine all over their decks for good luck. He figured that the sea was such a powerful, scary, deadly, unpredictable frontier, with no one around to save them if something went wrong on the ship. They were completely at the mercy of something greater than themselves. Of course they would do anything to keep themselves from getting psyched out. They were challenging something too mighty to wrap their heads around, venturing into an infinite expanse filled with unspeakable evil.

Sitting down at an empty table in the CCU cafeteria, he rubs one of his ear lobes between his thumb and pointer finger and wonders if Clarissa Teller would know anybody who could give him a little gold hoop piercing.

Sonny drops his stuff on the seat beside him and glances down at the last few flyers he had to terrorize the campus with — ♡ Vote Margot! ♡  

When the eyes of this woman he’s never met before today stare back at him, he has to ask himself how he jumped headfirst into this mission without stopping to ask if Ted Lewis was running for the same spot. Remember Ted, Sonny? That’s the guy who you’re actually supposed to be building a relationship with. He never even stopped to consider it, not consciously. Just committed himself to a chipper stranger he had no baggage or tension with. It was always in his nature to throw his heart and soul into random ventures completely on a whim, but he knew he wasn’t doing this in the name of impulsive philanthropy. It would be nice to see a sweetie like Margot win— he’s never found an underdog he wouldn’t root for— but he knew he was doing this to procrastinate the real mission that brought him back to Cherry. 

In the most charitable explanation, he was doing this to get his mojo up to snuff before he got down to business with his old friends. He couldn’t function like a good little detective with the way his heart sunk like an anchor every time he saw a familiar dimple of someone he left in the dust, or heard about any more ways the gangs’ lives changed for the worse since he betrayed and abandoned them. He’s hiding ulterior motives from them all over again, he’s still lying to them about what he did to the Freeses, and some of them — including sweet, hopeless Mac, of all people — he’s completely using, building up their trust with the endgame of taking advantage of them the same way he did Scott. It’s hard to keep his head in the game when he’s so busy feeling like a nasty little devil. He has to psyche himself up and get to work before the incomprehensible evil that lurks in Cherry decides to reveal something he doesn’t need people to know. He needs to ease his conscience, feel like he’s boosted his karma, and remind himself of who he is despite his dirty, dirty deeds. 

He can’t just focus on karma or luck, though. He only has a chance to save Libby for as long as he’s safe and trusted around town, and he can’t waste time on random crusades for outside parties. He’s at the mercy of some treacherous greater power that could expose him at any second, and he needs to move faster than the tides. Spiritually, he did some good work today, but he needs to do something that matters in a tangible way. Compromising with himself, he decides to do something that will get his investigation moving even if he isn’t ready to talk to the gang yet: he should do some work for Ted’s campaign now.

He folds up the last few Margot Rowe flyers and moves to shove them into his bag, but his boney elbow accidentally knocks over a salt shaker in the process. Before he even registers it, his hands are raking up the spilled salt and tossing it over his shoulder without taking a split second to see if anybody was behind him. He goes back to sticking the flyers in his bag and pulls out a spiral notebook and ballpoint pen, blissfully unaware that he just threw a handful of teeny-tiny white rocks into some poor schmuck’s face. He bites the cap off of the pen and starts drafting his first groundbreaking slogan idea: TED 4 BIG BARD.

#oh no this got way longer than expected but it's genuinely just because i rambled about nothing substantial for like five paragraphs #at the end of the day all that happened in this starter is that he threw salt at somebody walking behind him and that is... #two sentences' worth of action so feel free to ignore the length and reply with two sentences for real #cusastart #also!!!!!!!!!!! #your character doesn't have to be the person who got hit!!!!!!!! #they could have just witnessed some poor confused cheerleader shake salt out of her hair and give him a dirty look and keep walking #you could make an aggro npc start yelling at him and your character could come to his defense #you could make him hit someone your character likes and your muse storms up to him to defend their honor #iz a free for all :)

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If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

tbh i'm pretty rough on their fate. but, to be fair... i'd reward them with their happy endings. they deserve it. this is gonna be long so hence the under cut...obvi subject to change varying on their verses and what my brain decides to change. their general happy endings/fair fate would look like this:

victor: move out of sleepy hollow with his wife and kiddos. he's a big family guy who shows up to all their games and events. his life is very active and exciting but very private. eventually, he wins a bunch of money after <3 suing <3 brom but all the money goes to charity cause he has more than enough. he finally isn't stressing about his siblings as much and can focus on himself and the family he's creating. victor stops tattooing at a certain age and opens up his own repair shop. also does vintage car shows as long as he possibly can. oh my god and ALSO i just know he gets a bunch of animals and is such a good father and animal father. he does buy a boat for small little getaways and fishing trips. cassandra: cassandra quits hunting, drinking, and stops being a crime scene investigator because it was just a bit much of an emotional toll on her. she focuses purely on being a child phycologist and attends AA meetings weekly after being sober for years. cass would probably be the one to stay in crane manor/have her name be on the lease if victor were to leave. which, i honestly would love for him. she definitely has a different connection to it then her siblings. especially as the eldest crane girl. she'd live out her days there and eventually the house will get handed down to one of her nieces or nephews if she doesn't have kids. which in canon as of now she doesn't. but also love the idea of her adopting. shaun: shaun would be another one that i would think would stay in sleepy hollow with cass for a bit. but, not in the manor. there is an apartment above his father's book store. he stays there quarter time though just cause family man. [he hires a manager to take care of the shop when he's gone]. i could see him having his own house with a nice little white picket fence outside of the city. it's like the coziest bachelor pad tbh when he first buys it. not like mojo dojo casa house like /very/ aesthetically pleasing and clean. he works as a doctor in a nearby hospital. after that? he'll go wherever life takes him. he'd probably only sell his house when he got older and couldn't take care of it, and move back to sleepy hollow to retire and take care of the book shop.

michael: this one is gonna be the shortest cause in most of his verses he's already hit his end goal in life [other than tvd verse where he's literally dead lmao] bUT he moves to greece and gets an architect job. he never moves back to the states [not unless he needed to]. michael does a lot of traveling and will stay in different places for certain amounts of time depending on how much work he's getting. no matter how much he travels and for however long he'll be gone, greece is always going to be his home base for decades. it becomes such a important place to him. he'd be smiling on the beaches watching the sunsets. maley: after everything, i think there is a period of time where she kinda isolates herself to get her life going for her [doesn't mean she cuts people out but you know what i mean] she moves into the city. a nice apartment with a nice view with her little pottery station in her apartment. she works as a lab assistant for a few years. after getting her degree, she becomes a geophysicist and does a butt ton of research and such. maley has a very social life in the city. there is a period time where she goes off and stays with her twin in greece, but eventually goes back to the states and to her apartment in the city. finally, maley embraces her witchy side. she isn't scared of it and learns control. tbh as for her retirement and such? i have noooo idea cause i've never really pictured her past the age of 30. sooo imma leave hers open ended.

hans: oh my sweeeeeet lil hans. he inherits his uncle toad's manor and ends up having to focus on the construction for a few years considering his uncle left the place in awful condition. during that time, he becomes a lil bit of a business man and opens up a few clubs along the city. some are specifically supernatural friendly [a enchantment is around it for ppl with only good intentions to come in]. hans is the fun uncle who takes his nieces and nephews on trips with him. he does settle down and eventually hands the club business down. he lives in toad hall the rest of his days. his retirement is spent with time at toad hall, traveling, doing crazy things that old men shouldn't do like skydive and spending time with the people who he loves.

luna: after graduating from high school, luna goes in college and finds her love for theater. yes, theater. the girl afraid of public speaking. eventually, she figures out that's what she wants to get her degree in and starts auditioning like crazy. it would make my heart so happy if she went to broadway. after years of acting, she would probably stop for a few years then do directing or producing plays or musicals. as her older brother says, if bossing people around was a job luna would be the CEO. she eventually might go to california if her twin would go too. if not, she kinda wants to end up close to where jason is.

#( saves. ) #( answered ; victor crane ) #( answered ; cassandra crane ) #( answered ; shaun crane ) #( answered ; michael crane ) #( answered ; maley crane ) #( answered ; hans crane ) #( answered ; luna crane )

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Joan jett tattoos

#Joan jett tattoos plus#

Nobody is perfect, but at least physically she was pretty much there. In a way, it is a bit of relief that she showed that she was not perfect. I think I was still listening to a lot of country and bluegrass back in those days.Īlizee's poor judgment to load her body with tattoos just shows she is a flawed human, just like the rest of us. I can't say that I remember that song or video. It was around that time that moi lolita came out. At least Alizee got to experience immense success for a time, unlike some one-hit wonders like TaTu and Mojo. It still plays now on the radio, but back then it was crazy. In all honesty, when moi lolita was out, it played ALL THE TIME in Greece. I actually like the psychedelices album (It's the only one I have a physical copy of!) but it wasn't good enough to top charts worldwide.

#Joan jett tattoos plus#

To be honest though her albums weren't as good after M+L plus Jeremy parted ways with her. Now I don't necessarily judge how GOOD an album is by its commercial success, but artists have to make a living too, and they have expenses as well. Her fans will always love her but her public image is not as sellable with the amount of tats she has. There really is no right or wrong in regard to opinions. Additionally, the image she projected while in her early days is quite different from her current, "real" one, hence the backlash. It's definitely something that one notices when you see her. I'm slowly going through that thread and seeing the overwhelming majority hating her decision. Yes I definitely see where you're coming from, CleverCowboy.

#Joan jett tattoos

[goodmojotattoos]

1) Walk-in scorpion by Dave Conley 

2/3) 1966 Shelby 427 by Jason MacKenzie

4) Dagger by Tara Chaplin

5) Large scale Phoenix by Jason MacKenzie

All tattoos in this photoset were tattooed by artists at Good Mojo Tattoos - Beverly, MA 

#good mojo tattoos #massachusetts tattoos #new england tattoos #north shore tattoos #custom tattoos #color tattoos #black and grey tattoos #beverly arts district #keep beverly beautiful #bev arts #magickal tattoos

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Forms of Witchcraft

•Dolls and Poppets

Poppets are the English terms for what movies call a ‘voodoo doll’. Voodoo doll is a misnomer, and does nothing for either poppets or Haitian magic.

Poppets can be used for a couple of things – mainly either cursing or healing. This doesn’t always have to be physical curses/cures – poppets can also be used to influence thought patterns.

Dolls can also be used to provide homes for Spirits, or used to create guardians. You can also use a doll as a scapegoat to prevent a curse from latching onto you.

•Shrinemaking

Shrine making is less a way to create a defined outcome, and more a way of pleasing Spirits who you may later want to call upon. It’s kinda like taking your new neighbours a pie, in case you ever need them to watch the house whilst you’re away. The pie is an overture to a friendly relationship, not direct payment for the house sitting. However, if you just blundered into their garden one day and offered them £100 to watch the house, they’d probably tell you to get lost. Randomly calling up Spirits, Saint or Deities can have the same effect. I mean, would you help someone get a job if they just banged on your door and waved some incense at you? Get your local Spirits pies. Find out what scents, and objects, and offerings that they like. Keep the land around you clean, and pick up after other people if you can. Use your vote and your money to protect the land from logging and fracking. Build a dedicated ‘meeting space’ where you call up Spirits, and fill it full of pictures of them or things they like. It pays dividends in the future.

Shrinemaking can also be used to help bless and protect your home and land. By connecting with the other Spirits that are there, you solidify the relationship, and can work together against intruders.

•Bottles and Jars

Witch bottles (or spell jars)  are fun, easy ways to create a variety of effects. As a spell base, they can be effective for:

* money

* love

* friendship

* animal work

* protection

Some people define a witch bottle as strictly the traditional version which is used as a scapegoat, and call other spells involving bottles and jars ‘spell jars’. Some people use the term witch bottle to encompass all magics involving jars.

You can learn about all types of bottle magic in the free course which you can sign up for below!

•Candles

Candle magic is a much more modern form of magic than you’d think – especially if we’re talking coloured candles. Candles were very precious objects in the past! However, it was not an unusual item to have, like a hunk of crystal or fairy doll, which is why they became an item to use for undetected witchcraft – like brooms, and cauldrons.

As candles have got cheaper and cheaper and less needed to be used for lighting, much more forms and types of magic have sprung up around them. With the addition of coloured waxes or painted candles, the sorts of magic you can do with candles has grown exponentially.

Candles are a subset of fire magic and therefore are fantastic for banishing, but they are often the beginners tool of choice. It’s easy to understand why – easy to get hold of, easy to use, and there’s as much fancy ritual needed as you feel inclined to give it.

When you want to expand your knowledge, you can still stick with candles – but investigate the use of oils, herbs and crystals in conjunction with candles.

•Crystals and Rocks

Crystals and rocks are often used as ‘ingredients’ in other spells. They are very easy to add to bottles, pouches, dolls and more. However, you can also use crystals in spell work solely on their own by adding them to your pillow, till, money box, plant pot, etc.

Their use goes much further than this, but that enters the realm of energy healing which is a part of many traditions and is a very dedicated and intensive practice all by itself, and too much to explain here.

Air

You can utilize the powers of air in a lot of ways. It’s usually good for cleansing spells – think sweeping with a ritual broom, burning incense (smoke=air, not fire), ringing bells or playing bowls, singing, using flags and wheels. Air methods tend to return quick results.

Earth

Earth brings slow results, but they tend to be larger. Earth practices include enchanting seeds that will bring you money as they grow, burying offerings in the Earth, making vessels and spells out of clay, or writing spells in the mud.

Fire

Fire can bring things into your life, but is much better used to get rid of them – for beginners, anyway. If there is anything in your life that you wish to get rid of, you can write or draw a representation of it and cast it into the fire to remove it.

Water

Water can take the longest time to bring you what you need. However, think of water pounding against a rock. Drips of water became rivers, became waterfalls. Water can often bring you the biggest results, but it may take a long time.

Water spells can include potions (see below), but can also include ritual baths, leaving offers in water, or giving up bad energy or habits to the ocean.

•Bones

Bones are a contentious subject in witchcraft. Some people will never use them, some people’s practice is not complete without them. You can actually get bones in an ethical manner, by either cleaning up roadkill yourself or paying someone to do it for you, or literally keeping the bones from your dinner!

Some uses for bones are:

* Telling the future (casting bones or lots)

* Housing the Spirit of the animal so you can work with them

* Form parts of wands or ritual jewellery or headresses

* Ingredients in pouches

Tarot, Runes and Ogham

You can use all of these fortune telling tools in spells, too! You can choose one of them that has a characteristic or represents an outcome that you’d like. So if you wanted a new job, you might choose the Ace of Pentacles. Then you could do any one of the following with it:

* Use it to focus a candle spell

* Add it to a pouch or bag spell

* Add it to a jar spell

* Use it in lieu of a sigil

* Make a vision board around it

* Even burn it! (You can get single Tarot cards for this purpose on eBay.)

•Potions and Elixirs

Potion Magic used to be a lot more popular. Whilst elixirs, tisanes and tea blends are still popular for use on yourself, the masses of recipes of potions, philtres and similar recipes have all but died out. That’s because a lot of potion magic is only to be used in desperate circumstances, like love potions and curses. The reason so many old fashioned love potions are beyond creepy and controlling is that woman’s husband was her meal ticket. If he left her, not only would she be blamed, but she would be out of a house, food and her own family probably wouldn’t take her in. She had shamed them all. (Often through no actual fault of her own.) She was literally facing public humiliation, being outcast, perhaps even starving to death – and sometimes her children along with here.

So dousing  a lover or husband’s food with love potion made a lot more sense then, than it does now.

Thankfully, most of us don’t live in those circumstances any more, so a lot of philtre or potion use has died out. However, there are still some amazing things you can make to ingest yourself:

* Tea blends

* Tisanes (herbals teas)

* Bath spells

* Lunar or solar water

* Herbal Oils

Spoken Magic

Spoken Magic can be long and complicated, or very short. It doesn’t have to rhyme (but it can) it doesn’t have to flow like poetry (but it can). You can use spoken incantation to help direct energy when you’re using other methods, but you can also use it on it’s own.

Some examples of spoken magic:

* Affirmations

* Words of power

* Singing

* Ritual Offerings

* Wishes

You can even banish Spirit’s solely through your voice. Shouting ‘Leave!’ with the correct intention can be very powerful.

•Written Magic

Written magic has existed since we could write. Many cultures view writing AS magic. Think about it – 26 (or thereabouts, depends on your alphabet) tiny squiggles can become anything when placed in the right order. Dumbledore was right about the power of words.

Written magic can include:

* Petitions to Spirits

* Magic squares

* Words of power or protection

* Wishes

* Tattoos

* Rune work

Bag and Pouch Magic

There is all kinds of bag magic – from mojo bags, to more modern spell envelopes. The main idea behind bag or pouch magic is that keeping a carefully curated selection of objects together for a certain time period will produce the effects that you want. A lot of bag magic produces indefinite spells  provided they are charged. Such bags usually grant the wearer protection, prosperity, luck or good health. However, there are bag magics wear a specific time limited spell is wanted – invisibility spells, hex breakers and the like.

•Enchantments and Glamours

Enchantment covers a variety of spell types, but theme of the spells are pretty much the same. Enchantment covers a lot of the old folklore kind of witchcraft – hidden worlds, changing age, changing into different animals and so on.

Enchanting something fools the viewer into believing something is there when it is not, or isn’t there when it is, or is something completely different.

Think of the Harry Potter scene where Hermione explains that the ceiling of the Great Hall isn’t a real sky, it’s just enchanted to look that way.

Real enchantment can be done for fun, but they can also be useful pieces of magic. You can enchant jewelry, clothes or makeup to bestow certain personality traits upon you. You can enchant your witchy items to look normal if you’re fearful of discovery. The possibilities are just about endless.

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Imagine # 775

2,183 - Words

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Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2021

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Curled up in bed comfortably, (Y/n) tried desperately to fall asleep. Yet as the minutes ticked by she found herself restless, and inevitably annoyed. With a distraught sigh (Y/n) sat up in bed, flinging her blankets away from her body. The moment the cool air of her room hit her bare legs (Y/n) shivered, but as she rubbed her face tiredly, a loud ringing sound rang through the room. The sound and pitch being loud enough to make (Y/n) cry out, her hands covering her ears and her eyes screwed shut. Hissing in pain she fell from her bed, but instead of hitting the floor she continued to fall. In an instant her eyes sprung open and (Y/n) screamed, she was falling from the sky at rapid speed. She hit the pavement with a painful grunt, the air being knocked from her lungs, and her head spinning. Dr. Schreber had nearly jumped out of his skin when this strange looking woman landing a few feet away from him on the sidewalk. "Ah." (Y/n) hissed under her breath as she tried to move, freezing when she someone called out to her. "Don't move!" Schreber cried out with worry, as he hobbled to her side as quickly as he could. (Y/n) frowned as she looked up to the man, as he slowly knelt beside her, his hands upon her face as he looked into her eyes. "I'm a Doctor." He murmured softly, as he continued to observe her, looking for any wounds. "Where am I Doc?" (Y/n) licked her lips, holding back a hiss of pain as he helped her sit up. "You don't know?" He frowned a little confused. "Look Doc about twenty seconds ago I was laying in my bed in (Y/h/t), next thing I know there was this deafening ringing, then I was falling from the sky." (Y/n) pointed to the dark sky, to which Schreber looked up, half expecting to see some portal or something. "How I didn't die on impact is freaking me out." (Y/n) added before she observed her surroundings, frowning as she took note of the cars lining the streets. "Check that... This place is freaking me out." She looked to the Doctor, who looked rather alarmed and nervous. "I-I can help you." He stammered. "How?" (Y/n) wondered aloud as she stood to her feet, the cold night air nipping at her exposed skin, as she stood there in her night time attire. "I can't e-explain here, please come with me." The Doctor looked around frantically, walking off in the opposite direction a moment later.

Following the Doctor (Y/n) ignored the strange looks she was receiving from the people they passed. "I-its safer in here." He waved for her to follow, leading her into the indoor pool. "Safe from what, Jason Voorhees?" (Y/n) murmured to herself, her eyes almost hypnotically casting to the ceiling, smiling faintly at the sight of its artistic beauty. "You can change in here." The Doctor showed (Y/n) into a more private room. "Excuse me?" (Y/n) arched a brow at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's safer in the water, please trust me. I want to help you." He encouraged her, and while part of her told her these were some serious red flags, she indulged his wish. Stepping into the room she found a locker with a clean swimsuit, however when she looked at it she sneered. "So not happening." She sighed under her breath, looking around she attempted to find something more to her liking. However after a few minutes with no success she simply exited the room, finding the Doctor waiting in the water. "You didn't change." He pointed out with a distraught frown. "Please you need-" (Y/n) was quick to silence him by holding her hand up. "You're the strangest Doctor I've ever met, however I feel inclined to trust you. But before I do as you ask, I want to know your name." (Y/n) rest her wight on one hip, propping her opposite hand onto the opposite hip. "M-my name i-is Doctor Daniel Schreber." He stammered with a small blush, his eyes involuntarily trailing up her bare legs. "My names (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n)." She introduced herself before she stripped herself of her tee shirt and shorts, leaving her in a matching set of bra and panties. "Oh!" Daniel squeaked in surprise, quickly averting his eyes elsewhere.

(Y/n) sat at the edge of the pool before she slipped in slowly, the temperature difference sending a shiver up her spine. "So Doctor Schreber, why are we here?" (Y/n) asked as she slowly swam closer to his side, tilting her head with a faint smile at Daniels nervousness to look at her. "B-because t-this." He cut himself off, taking a deep breath before he continued. "This is the safest place to talk." He explained, trying to focus his eyes on (Y/n)'s, finding the sight of the supple looking flesh of her breasts almost unbearable. "Safest from who?" (Y/n) asked as she moved to sit beside Daniel. "The Strangers." He pushed his glasses up a little, quickly glancing around them to make sure they were alone. "Please... I need you to tell me everything that happened, before they find us." Daniel was almost whispering. "I already did. I was at home trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. In my frustration I pushed off my blankets and was rubbing my face when this loud ringing started. I covered my ears and fell from my bed, but I never hit my bedroom floor. Instead I just kept falling, when I opened my eyes I was falling from the sky. I hit the ground, and then you came to me." (Y/n) explained, only confusing Daniel further. "Where did you come from?" He murmured with a tilt of his head. "(Y/h/t)?" (Y/n) frowned with confusion. "I've never heard of it." Daniel mirrored her frown. "Am I dead Doctor Schreber?" (Y/n) whispered softly. "No I don't think so." Daniel shook his head dismissively. "Then why is this place familiar to me?" (Y/n) whispered even quieter. "I don't know... I've never seen you before... I've never seen anyone like you before." Daniel admitted, quickly sparring a glance at one of her tattoos. "Good observation Doctor." A voice called out as a tall man dressed in all black entered the room, Daniel gasped in surprise, fear pooling within his eyes. While (Y/n) simply looked at the new man with questioning eyes. "Who are you?" (Y/n) asked, ignoring the fact that Daniel was swimming back to stay away from the approaching man. "Mr. Book." He stood up a little straighter. "Right." (Y/n) rose her brows with mocked sarcasm. "And who are you?" Mr. Book asked in a bored tone. "(Y/n)." She only offered her first name, not trusting this man like she had the Doctor. "Well then (Y/n) I suggest you get out of the water." Mr. Book waved his hand towards the pool ladder. "And if I don't want to?" (Y/n) argued. "(Y/n) please do as he says." Daniel whispered pleadingly. "You should listen to the Doctor." Mr. Book mused, (Y/n) looked to Daniel, finding his fearful gaze locked onto her. "Fine." She exited the pool, Daniel following behind her when Mr. Book demanded his presence as well.

"Sleep." Mr. Book waved his hand in front of (Y/n)'s face, who frowned at him. "What are you doing?" She scowled taking a small step back, both Mr. Book and Daniel looking at her with astonishment. "Sleep." Mr. Book tried again, this time however (Y/n) shoved his hand away. "Fuck off." She hissed, thoroughly annoyed with the pale humanoid being. "Fascinating." Daniel muttered with an amazed grin. Mr. Book however was not quite so amused, trying to throw her back like a ragdoll with his powers. "Why are you looking at me like that?" (Y/n) frowned at the stranger. "What are you?" The stranger frowned when his powers failed to work on her. "I could ask you the same question." (Y/n) retorted, unknowingly making Daniel internally snicker. "You're coming with us." Mr. Book concluded, two more of his companions entering the building. "No." (Y/n) crossed her arms, ignoring the cold chill that ran down her body, caused by both the beings presence, and the fact that she was still dripping wet from the pool. "That wasn't a request." He retorted as he pulled out a knife, Daniel wanted to intervene, but he was afraid it would only make matters worse. However (Y/n) simply rolled her eyes as she uncrossed her arms, pushing passed Mr. Book she grabbed her clothes and pulled them back on. "Fine." She sighed as she re approached him, crossing her arms again. Daniel found her bravery both admirable, and worrying. Mr. Book allowed Daniel to get dressed before he and his companions escorted them out of the building, leading them down below into the strangers lair. As (Y/n) observed her surroundings, she linked her arm with Daniels, momentarily starting the man. She smiled softy at that, leaning in to his side she whispered into his ear. "I remember why this is so familiar now." His eyes widened as he turned his head to look at her, a blush fanning his cheeks when she winked, keeping her arm linked with his.

"I'm of no danger to you all you know." (Y/n) stated casually, Mr. Book stopped walking, turning to look at her. "I've been trying to will that knife of yours through you, and it ain't working." She whispered dramatically, her free hand beside her mouth. "I can't do what you do, your mojo just don't work on lil old me." (Y/n) added with a small giggle. "How can you know what we were thinking?" Mr. Book glowered down at her. "I don't know what you're thinking, I just happen know what conclusion you all jumped to, because well I hate to be the one to tell you. But you're not real, at least not in my world. In my world you're all just characters in a movie that come out in the late 90s. However by the looks of things, this is set before that timeline." (Y/n) shrugged casually, her words momentarily stunning everyone within ear shot. "He's played by Kiefer Sutherland, one of my all time favorite actors." She added pointed her free hand to Daniel. "I just didn't realize it earlier, guess I was still in a daze from that blow to the head." (Y/n) admitted to Daniel specifically, his shocked face undeniably adorable. "If you don't believe me, you should know that I was born (Y/b/d) and I was living somewhat peacefully in the year 2021, even with a global pandemic going on since the very end of 2019." (Y/n) pointed to herself with her free hand. "Hence why I look so strange compared to everyone else here in Dark City." She smiled faintly, giggling to herself when the strangers began chattering among themselves in their native language. "Is all of that true?" Daniel whispered. "Yeah." (Y/n) nodded her head, with a grin cast his way.

After a few hours of the strangers asking (Y/n) questions about this and that, along with some tests they demanded to run. She was allowed to leave with Doctor Schreber, with her memories intact. (Simply because they couldn't alter her memories along with everything else.) With an almost exhausted sigh, both she and Daniel sat down on the couch in his apartment. "Is it true that, that Sutherland fellow is one of your favorite actors?" Daniel hesitated to ask after a moment. "Oh yeah, he's a good actor. It also helps that I find him incredibly handsome. Plus I have a weakness for blondes." (Y/n) admitted shamelessly, her words causing a blush to bloom on Daniels cheeks. "O-oh." He stuttered bashfully. "Did... Did you like the movie, this one?" He asked after he gathered his composure. "One of my favorites." (Y/n) smiled as she turned her body to look at Daniel. "You're my favorite character." She added in a whisper. "R-really?" He turned his head to look at her, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Yep... You're just so cute." (Y/n) cooed with a wolfish grin, her words making Daniel all flustered. "T-thank you." He stammered with a nervous chuckle. "You are very welcome Doctor." (Y/n) hummed casually, her tone making Daniel swallow thickly. "I think it is going to be quiet interesting to get to know you (Y/n)." Daniel mused aloud. "Likewise Doctor." (Y/n) hummed. "Please call me Daniel." He murmured quietly. "Alright then... Daniel." She cooed his name, making it sound oh so heavenly to the flustered man.

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Not my best work, but eh I still like it.

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[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

All right fam. This year, instead of doing resolutions for the whole year, I decided to break it down into monthly “bucket lists” so that they’re less overwhelming, tailored to the time of year, and gives me the freedom to reassess where I’m at.

I don’t know about y’all, but 2022 got off to a.......really rough start for me, and I did not do great in January. Thankfully, things are looking a little brighter going into February, and I’ve decided to share some of my goals for this month on here for accountability. We’ll see how I do at the end of the month!

February Bucket List:

go for one long (at least 1 hour) walk a week. The dark, cold and constant cloudiness in my area this time of year always gets to me, but i think one of the worst bits is the lack of fresh air since the windows are always closed and I spend most of my time indoors.

finally schedule an appointment for the tattoo I've been wanting to get since before the pandemic!!

something that I’m calling “Take Up Space” while I’m at work; things like asking coworkers to cover me for a bathroom/take-five-for-a-breather break when I really need it, bring a water bottle with me when doing bedside runs because hey, I’m a human being with needs too, and putting my foot down when I’m already in overtime for the week and charge asks me if I can stay late.

read a book!! I love love love reading but haven’t been able to convince myself to actually relax and not be constantly productive on my days off (which mostly leads to scrolling aimlessly through my phone because I'm too tired to “be productive”.) I’ve never actually read any Discworld books, but they sound like they’re right up my alley, and @mountainsatellite recommended I start with Guards! Guards! or Maskerade, so my goal is to read at least one of those.

I finally got figuratively smacked in the head in no uncertain terms that my job is Not Good For Me despite my best efforts, and my goal is to keep up applying and scheduling 1-2 interviews a week for a new one. (The hard part won’t be finding a job in my field. The hard part will be finding a job in my field that won’t run me into the ground and suck out my soul.)

post the next chapter in my Dragon Prince Robin Hood AU! One of the few nice things that happened in January was getting some of my writing mojo back (three cheers for coping by torturing fictional characters) and while I’ve mostly focused on shorter stories that are less plot-worldbuilding-and-character-development intensive, I have made a little bit of progress on TLB and hope to focus on that more once my current WIP is written.

one of my year-long goals is to stay ahead of friends and family’s birthdays! There’s three in the second half of this month, and my goal is to make & send fun cards and envelopes to get to them by their birthdays, not weeks afterward😅

I think those are achievable goals. February is usually my least favorite month, but we’ll see how it goes. Hope everyone else’s month is a little brighter than January, too!

#stars writes #long post #2022 bucket list

[gillysoldlady]

comforts of home

Glad I am finally finding my writing mojo again it has been way for a while .

Nestor Oceteva and Reader : 18+ fluff , long term relationship. Something else I have been working on with soft Nestor but I may add some drama later

Again @ withmyteeth thanks for the opinions as well as @justachorusgirl too enjoy ladies and those who love them some Nestor like me

You could hear it in his voice the sound of his I’m tired I want my bed mode and not to be here as a hired gun tonight while it rained and he was dealing with the latest Galindo cartel bullshit. “ So yeah I think I want my blanket on my side of the bed when I get home in about an hour. You know what one .” You loved this private soft side of him when he revealed it. When he was in work mode that wasn’t always readily available. But in a rare moment alone he was showing it.

“ Carino I’ll have the bed ready when you get home and something else you like on as well.”

“ I love you dulce, here comes Mikey so I’ll see you soon.”

“ I love you back Nes.”

Then the passenger door to the truck opened and Miguel got in .

“ Did things go smoothly?” Nestor asked

“ Yes perfectly in fact here is a little something for you , take tommorrow off . I know how you get when it rains.” Miguel handed Nestor an envelope that was thick with money .

“ Thank you .”

“ Take that friend of yours out and show her a good time. You can use my suite at the casino and get her a spa day. Women like those things.”

“ Maybe I will.” Then they drove home and Nestor dropped Miguel off before heading to his house in a different part of town from the Galindo estate.

You heard the door open a while later and the sound of him placing his keys in the bowl you had made at a pottery party and then the sound of his gun being placed in the safe and it being locked with the passcode on the door. He took his shoes off and then you heard his lab mix greet him. Rio was a sweet pup. Then his footsteps came down the hall to the bedroom . He walked in with the top buttons of his shirt undone and then his hand took one of his braids out and his loose curls fell down his left shoulder. You moved up to your knees in bed and took his hand, “ Come here baby.” You pulled him to sit on the bed and you took out his other braid gently and then unbuttoned his shirt slowly and took it off his arms gently revealing his tattoos and muscular arms. Your lips brushed the side of his face and you ran your hand over his beard .

“ You’re spoiling me baby.”

“ You work hard Nes now go ahead and take your pants off and I’ll get you all tucked in.”

His face softened. “ I love you .” He placed an envelope in the drawer of his nightstand and closed, it.

“ Tommorrow I’m off. Mikey gave me a bonus and said to show you a good time at the casino spa. We can do one of those couples massage things you’re always talking about .”

You smiled. “ I’d like that as long as I can play a few slot machines too.”

“ Sure and we’ll get a nice steak dinner .”

Nestor stretched out under the blankets on his side of the bed and pulled you into his arms .

Then the light was clicked off and you both drifted into sleep.

#mayans mc #nestor oceteva