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courtingchaos · 11 months

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It’s Just a Question

A/N: Back on my bullshit. I’ve had some really hard times with my normal writing while also finding myself in some shitty circumstances. So this is how this came about. Just a lot of feelings. Technically plus sized reader but you can do whatever you want.

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“Am I pretty?”

“What?” Eddie sprays toothpaste on the mirror, he’s so quick to ask.

“Am I pretty?” You scrunch your face up over and over, drawing your eyebrows down and crinkling your eyes. Purse your lips and frown deep and finally look over at him staring at you, toothbrush hanging from his mouth and arms braced on the countertop.

“Are you pretty?” He reiterates with a deep sigh. “Of course you are, you’re gorgeous. Especially right now when your hair matches mine and we look like two electrocuted cotton balls.” He’s not flippant but he’s definitely brushing you off.

You aren’t done though. “I’m serious, and I’m not asking if you think I’m pretty. Am I pretty like…Anne Hathaway.” You pull down on your cheek and watch it bounce back, albeit slower than it did when you were 20.

“Well…you don’t even look-no.” He stops quickly and spits in the sink and rinses his toothbrush, viciously shaking his head the whole time. “This is a trap and I refuse.” He says as he leaves you in the bathroom.

“Eddie it’s not a trap it’s an honest question!”

“This is like the worm thing and I’m not doing that again!” He yells over his shoulder before closing himself in the bedroom to get dressed for work. You sigh and turn to look at your tired reflection. Your perpetual eyebags answer your question for you, and your dusting of sun damage yells it louder from the mirror.

Not pretty, subliminally average.

Standing in line at the grocery store, Eddie slumped over the handle and picking at stray grapes, you ask again only this time with a visual aid.

“Okay, I mean like this.” You shove a copy of Rolling Stone under his nose, a new pop star gracing their cover in something sheer and tight. “I meant pretty like this.” You say quietly next to him. He chews on another free grape slowly, staring at the cover and tilting his head. He doesn’t move, just slides his eyes way over to give you the look.

“You’re prettier than her.”

“What about Juno Temple?” You quip back.

“She’s shorter than you. And British, doesn’t count.” He quips right back. You huff and shove the magazine back in its slot.

“You’re not understanding me.”

“No, I am. You’re just not listening to me.” He pushes the cart up a spot and continues his easy lean. “You’re pretty like…that.” He searches the newsstand by the register and points at a baking magazine, perfectly circled apple tart dusted with sugared cinnamon and you bark a loud laugh.

“A tart Edward?”

“Don’t twist my words. I said you’re pretty like that.” He smiles, pops another grape in his mouth and starts tossing things on the conveyer belt.

Pretty like a baked good.

He’s elbow deep in the shelf of succulents, looking for something called a ‘Black Rose’.

“I know it’s in here, there’s four dead ones up top.” He’s pushing little green teardrops to the side to find his prize, a loud ‘Ha!’ when he whips his hand out, holding the little plant by its little container.

“It’s so tiny.”

“Yeah and in like six months it might not be.” He gives you a cheesy smile and sets in the cart with your other potential house plant failures. Somehow he’s managed to keep a giant flat pot of succulents alive for almost a year and every time you go to the plant store, he adds another.

“Okay, what’s its name.”

You hum at him, tapping your finger along the cart when you get distracted. A willow of a woman walks in, hair shiny like water and flowing over her thin, petite shoulders. She looks like she’s on a mission, perfectly manicured hand pointing her in the right direction when she heads for a batch of bright zinnias. Her smile painted a bright coral like the plant she picks up and places in her cart, three more following and off she billows to the next aisle full of ivy. Eddie saw it the moment you stopped listening to him listing off names. The swivel of your head and then the tapping of your finger ceasing, knuckles going white around the cart handle. He watches you watch her and he knows the question is coming before you turn back around with that frown hewn into your forehead.

“Like this.” He holds up the small succulent, barely formed petals burnished a deep purple in the afternoon sun.

“What.”

“Pretty like this.”

“You don’t even-“ You scoff and cut yourself off, heavy eye roll directed at no one while you turn away and sulk by the snake plants.

He doesn’t tell you, but he names it after you.

The Big One happens during the summer. Chrissy is engaged, and her new belle and her decide to have a joint bachelorette party, everyone invited. You know Eddie’s people, all these random characters drawn together through something you don’t quite understand. You meet Chrissy fiancé and she’s just as bubbly and sweet as Chrissy herself. Eddie gives them your gift and drops a kiss on Chrissy’s cheek and it barely bothers you.

They’d dated just out of high school. 15 years ago and before Chrissy had realized why men just never hit the spot. She floats around her party and you hang around behind Eddie while he walks the two of you around in conversation. At some point you’d gone past your standard three (3) drinks and the mango seltzers are starting to make you a little resentful.

Thankfully you catch it, excuse yourself to the bathroom and give yourself a stern stare in the mirror.

It’s not your party.

They’re just friends.

It’s not about you.

…Is it ever?

There’s a reason you stop at 3 lately, that rolling black pit of self loathing feeds on bubbly things and it’s feeding on a blonde tonight.

So when you come back you sit at a table by yourself. You tuck your hands under your thighs and admonish yourself for how wide they are. There’s a tug of war happening between your self pity and your self depreciation, a tear balancing on your lashes while you roll the wet eyes under them. Eddie finds you bent over your phone and all you can think about is how wide your shoulders must have looked from that far away.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

“I had to uh, go to the bathroom.” Your pause gives you away, just south of tipsy, and Eddie smiles, his big hand sliding under your chin to hold it between his fingers. A move that usually has you melting into his palm, but tonight?

You tug your head away and he frowns. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t think I need to be here anymore.”

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m just fine. I’m gonna get an Uber home, you stay.” You stand up and hate the feel of your clothes on you. Your hair feels too heavy and the makeup you spent an hour on is suddenly sticky and tacky and wasted on you.

“No, we’ll leave together.” Eddie has concern all over his face. He tries to give you a hand when you obviously stumble and you slap it away.

The fight only starts when you start crying, unable to control your emotions anymore. You spend the whole ride home feeling sorry for yourself, saying the most inane shit Eddie’s ever heard.

“You can’t ask me to compare you to Chrissy. That’s not fair!” He laughs humorlessly when you ask him who’s prettier. “One, it was 15 years ago! Two, I’m not doing this anymore!” He yells and it shuts you up. He can hear the click of your jaw with how quick you stop yammering on drunkenly about your thighs.

“If you want to play that game, let’s look at your past relationships, huh?”

“What relationships Eddie?!” You scream back at him. There’s a part of his being that can feel the backslide into the terrible habit of yelling to get his point across. Picked up from his father and quelled at every turn, but today you drag it out of him.

“Oh don’t start with that shit again.”

“You mean all the guys that fucked me in the dark?! Or do you mean the ones that pretended not to know me in public?”

He gets to your apartment in record time, slamming the car in park and scrambling to hold your seatbelt buckled before you can run out.

“Let me out.” Your face is red from crying and from hatred and from loathing.

“No.” He says quieter but with finality. You stare at him, waiting for him to move his hand but he won’t, keeps his fingers locked around yours.

“You’re drunk, and you’ve been in a bad mood lately.” He knows he knows he knows that was the wrong thing to say. It spilled out of his mouth before he could throw the net out for those errant words and you give him the meanest smile he’s ever seen on your face.

“A bad mood?” You nod your head like you’re agreeing but he’s bracing for impact. “A bad mood. Tell you what, when I have a fucking roster of groupies and easy boys behind me, then we can talk about my bad mood.”

“You’re mad because of people I’ve slept with?”

“Look at me Eddie!” You scream and it breaks on his name, the sob you’d been swallowing for an hour finally surfacing. “I don’t fucking look like Chrissy and I sure as fuck don’t look like Steve! You still have that picture of that stand in drummer on your profile you fucked around with! Every single one of them is-fuck! Stunning!” You finally wrench the seatbelt out of his hand and free yourself. “I look like a fucking joke when you take me places. You think I don’t see people staring?” Another mirthless laugh before you kick the door open and wobble your way out. “Make someone else laugh, Eddie.”

He watches you stomp off inside and slap the button for the elevator. There’s enough time he could get out and follow you in and upstairs and finish the yelling match and maybe get you to see straight.

But he doesn’t. His grip tightens on the steering wheel so much it creaks. He feels on the verge of tears and when you disappear behind the closing doors he punches his door and drives home too fast.

The doorbell rings and Eddie answers it without thinking. You look small in your hoodie, your hair damp and braided over your shoulder. He’s so used to you standing tall with him, a sturdy pillar he can lean on instead of always having to be the support. To see your shoulders pulled in tight makes his chest ache.

“I’m sorry I haven’t answered your texts.” You say quietly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled like that.”

“God don’t-“ you wipe at your eyes and stare at your feet. “Don’t apologize to me. I shouldn’t have gone off the fucking handle like that.”

“Maybe, but you’re obviously feeling some kind of way that you aren’t telling me about.”

“It’s the normal shit, Eddie. I just let it get to me.”

He holds the door open wider and nods his head over to the couch. “You wanna tell me about it?”

You don’t, not really. It’s going to go the way it always does with you explaining a life long loathing and the few times you see daylight out of the pit it holds you in.

“I shouldn’t have started that pretty shit.” You shake your head and clutch the pillow tighter around your middle. Eddie sits on the other side of the couch, long legs tucked up under his chin and you wish you could fold in on yourself like that. There must be a twist to your mouth or a shift of your body because Eddie sighs deeply.

“You know you don’t have to ask me that.”

“I know, but that’s not what I was asking anyways.”

“What does it matter?”

You shoot him a puzzled look. “I mean, I just want-I’d like to know if-“ you start and stop and Eddie just waits until you stop floundering.

“If I think you’re pretty, what does the rest matter?”

“It just does.” Your bottom lip wobbles and you hide it behind your fist. Eddie catches it, of course, and crawls over to you, grabbing your quivering chin and making you look up.

“I can’t undo a lifetime of self loathing in one afternoon, but I can definitely help cut through that shit one compliment at a time.” He gives you a gentle kiss and feels the smattering of tears hit your face, his thumb coming up to wipe them away. He cradles your face till you bury it in his neck and quietly cry for a while.

You loose count of how many sorry’s you give him and he finally tells you enough with a smile. He gives you his phone and tells you to order dinner and he disappears for a few minutes in his room.

Later, after food and more talking and a quiet nap spent curled up against Eddie’s side he asks if he can take you to bed.

“Sure grampa.” He smiles at your humor, an improvement to the tears earlier. He gets you out of your Sad Clothes and you quickly get under the blankets. He wants to say something but he knows to start small.

Starts with the lights off and sheds his clothes before crawling under the blankets from the foot of the bed. It makes you laugh and wind your legs around him, a win in his book. He kisses up your legs leaving a wet trail from your ankles to your thighs before you feel your face growing hot the closer he gets to your center. When you think he might pull your underwear off he doesn’t, instead kissing up your soft stomach to your breast and it isn’t until his curls spill out from under the blanket that you can hear him murmuring against your skin. Chanting “beautiful beautiful beautiful” and laying down “I love you’s”. His nose runs along under your chin while he kisses up to your ear “so pretty so perfect”. He runs his hands up into your hair and hold you in place while he hovers, warm brown eyes staring lovingly into yours.

“You have no idea how lucky I am.”

“Eddie…”

“No, don’t start.” He kisses you long and slow and it makes you tear up in a good way. He notices them hanging in the corners of your eyes and kisses those away while you laugh at him, watery and light and he knows he’s winning. It isn’t long before he’s got you trapped under him, legs tugged up around his hips so he can fuck into you slow and deep, his fingers still carding through your hair and keeping your eyes on him.

“So good for me.”

“Keep your eyes on me baby.”

“Just me and you.”

You couldn’t close your eyes if you wanted to, anchored to his stare and his touch and the way he whispers at you such sweet things. He kisses you deep when he feels you tightening around him. Thighs pulled tight around his hips, hands grasping for his shoulders to hold him tight to you while you spasm and gasp around him. He follows soon after, dropping his head down to nuzzle into your neck.

“Sweet girl.”

“Always so good to me.”

“Love you so much.”

Eddie lets you unwind from him before he lays on his back beside you.

“Can I show you something?” He pulls you in next to him so you have to drape over his chest, tattoos swelling under his deep breath. He holds his phone over your heads and finds the photo album he was looking for. You catch a glimpse of one of you and start to turn your head into his chest before he tuts at you.

“What did we just talk about?”

Instead you give him the benefit of doubt and let him scroll through. He talks about all the photos he has of you and why he kept them. Why he took them or got them from Robin or Nancy or one of the kids on one of the many outings. He’s got pictures of sunsets and really good food and flowers and his succulent pot. There’s a skyline in the rain from a green room he was in that he tells you reminds him so much of you. Says something about composition and the rain and how it comforts him like you do and if you weren’t wrung out you’d start crying again. He scrolls for a half hour explaining every photo and why they’re all you or remind him of you and how he finds you in the things he finds beautiful.

“So yes, I do.” He grabs your chin and you melt into his touch as he pulls you in for a soft kiss. “I think you’re pretty and beautiful and stunning and I will remind you every day.” Another peck before he cradles your head against his chest.

One day, maybe, you won’t have to remind yourself that it doesn’t matter. That Eddie thinks you’re pretty and that’s all you need, but today you know it for sure and feel it for sure and it’s enough.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

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myevolution · 23 days

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THE ◇ CREATOR

My name is Willow, I'm a reality shifter and a non dualism subliminal creator. I do shifting coaching for others and have successfully shifted numerous of times.

I have created this blog as a way of giving back to my community, I've been in the loa and shifting community for 4 years now, and my time in this reality is over. Because of this, I'd like to give back to my community, to the best of my ability.

I plan to give away all of the information I have learnt throughout the years, my successes and my failures, my advice and my discouragements.

I do these through informative posts, divination and subliminals.

MY ◇ STORY

I discovered shifting In 2020 like many others after the Covid-19 pandemic. I was a normal girl, going through a big wave of depression who just wanted to escape for this reality. Again, I was completely normal, I was a victim to shiftok, a mha shifter who thought she needed to drink 2 gallons of water in a clean room in order to shift. Like you and many others I started off misinformed.

Due to obsession over shifting and escapism, I had a massive burn out which resulted in me taking a break from shifting and gradually stopping all attempts, this lead me to forgetting about shifting all together.

When one day, in 2022 I randomly shifted to a reality I never once planned to shift to. After that day, It began to settle on me I truly was an all powerful being, an extension of everything around me and I didn't have to do anything to use that power.

From there, I developed myself greatly in spirituality and shifted my perspective to non dualism. I began to understood what our role is as human beings.

The answer to life, is to have the human experience. To have the human experience is in our control, our hands. We are all spiritual beings, living the human experience. What we say goes.

After many years, I went through trauma, many spiritual awakenings, breakdowns, moments of spiritual psychosis, all to come down to this moment.

I'm finally fulfilled with the life I've had in this reality, and I'm ready to go home now. But, not before I help my community in the best possible way.

I hope my blog, helps you with whatever it is you need help with. I'm nothing special, just another moment in your journey.

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dustedmagazine · 9 months

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Bonnie “Prince” Billy — Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You (Drag City)

Photo by Urban Wyatt

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Will Oldham’s latest album as Bonnie “Prince” Billy has a deceptive simplicity. It is mostly framed in casual, campfire strumming and homespun stringed accents. Its lyrics scan in a predictable, folk-infused manner, following steady rhythms in waltz-time and four-four; they are delivered with wry, unflappable confidentiality, however surreal or fanciful they turn. Keeping Secrets feels like, itself, a bit of a hidden gem, murmured at you rather than shouted, a quiet one but a grower. You might imagine a family gathering, after dinner, playing for the joy of it, a vibe that Oldham captures in his understated single, “Crazy Blue Bells,” when he croons, “Someday when there’s time to sing, a few of us will gather, and raise a voice to anything because everything matters.”

This is not to say that there is anything austere about Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You. On the contrary, these songs bloom like an old-fashioned garden, outwardly modest but wafting heady perfume and color in your direction. “Bananas” is a gentle knock-out, as it buzzes with glorious, dizzying harmonies (Dane Waters sings back-up) and ends with an operatic high note, hushed but also astonishing. “Blood of the Wine” drapes lush folds of string sound over its minor key jitter, skittering jewel-like mandolin trills over Appalachian lament. Oldham benefits from some real skill in his backing band, which includes Sara Louise Callaway on violin, Kendall Carter on keys, Elisabeth Fuchsia on viola and violin, Dave Howard on mandolin, Drew Miller on saxophone and Dane Waters singing.

Of course, Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s casual music get together is better than yours will ever be, because of who he is, a master of whimsy and existential dread and a consummate constructor of metaphor. That’s on the verbal side; he is also quite good at melody. His songs curve and flower in pleasing ways that are not quite unexpected, but not a cliché either. They sound familiar when you hear them first and burn in slowly over multiple hearings.

On the verbal side, I’d give the nod to “Willow, Pine, and Oak,” a gently coruscating examination of human failure, cast in the form of an extended meditation on trees. Here are willows, sucking up all the water, and pines, showy but prickly and oozing resin, and oaks, the best by far, on the basis of strength and constancy. It’s the sort of extended metaphor that is simultaneously exact about its subject and its larger poetical applications, and instead of quoting the words, I urge you to just listen to it once or twice and here how well it does what it does. The melody of this song is lovely, too, with swooning lashes of string sound and the most subliminal kind of harmonies. It is sort of perfect despite the degree of difficulty. If I were a diving judge I’d give it a 10.

For sheer sonic beauty, however, the prize is harder to award, so let’s split it between haunting “Bananas” and more ebullient “Behold! Beheld!,” both quiet and unassuming but full of grace. It’s a gift to be simple. Keeping Secrets is that sort of present.

Jennifer Kelly

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cypriathus · 4 months

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Here are the last three members of the Five Equestrians of the Apocalypse.

Stephulona Lurjzkemodisa Befaphroktius is an ancient goddess of conquest and she has an innate desire for utmost control. She has a palpable need to exercise her dominance over interpersonal situations in order to minimise the power of others and decrease the likelihood of societal rejection. She enjoys taking on a leadership role and she has a habit of reacting strongly when her perception of control is threatened and challenged. Stephulona isn’t afraid to communicate with other people in a clearly direct and honest manner, ensuring that she doesn’t intentionally hurt their feelings. She shows a willingness to protect her brethren from unnecessary harm and aggression, ensuring their safety above herself and all others. She’s fiercely organised and practical, placing a lot of meticulous focus on her individual tasks and trying to reduce any potential errors. Due to her extreme rationality and great logical thinking, she’s capable of making quick decisions during times of war and combat. Stephulona has an unbreakable sense of duty and responsibility, taking full accountability for any wrongful acts she may or may not have performed. Many people respect her due to her exceptional ability to remain composed during stressful situations. She has astonishing confidence in battle and always remained steadfast in her allegiance with other individuals.

Her body type is a rectangular mesomorph with broad shoulders, fairly muscular limbs, and prominent thighs, and she’s approximately 8 ft (243.84 cm). The skin of Stephulona is a tanned porcelain with brownish freckles on her face, hands, and back as well as pinkish stretch marks on her upper arms and chest. Her eyes are a sparkling aqua forest and her long, curly light brown copper hair is often braided and decorated with dried gladiolus. She wears a full suit of polished bronze plate armour with a helmet that’s shaped similarly to a harpy eagle and pauldrons covered in thorny spikes. The fingers of her armoured gloves are claw-like, while her vambraces and greaves mimic the metallic leathers of a stymphalis. Her cuirass is decorated with the depiction of a luminescent hercinia and her sabatons are designed like anisodactyl feet. Her neck is covered in gilt-brass vines that have numerous sharp thorns that penetrate her weirdly delicate skin, and she wears a killarney cape made from thick fabric. Stephulona wears a golden stephane that’s decorated with a willow gentian and an orange nasturtium on the left side, sixteen spikes imitating rays of sunlight, and a white glittery veil that covers her face. She often carries a golden bow with a bowstring made from indestructible silk and her silver-head arrows are placed in a birch leather quiver that has an embroidered phoenix. She also has a blowing horn made from a bovine and an impenetrable pink, yellow, and orange tourmaline shield that depicts a sodalite eagle carrying an emerald palm branch in its pyrite beak.

She possesses an infinite charisma that can easily charm all sentient beings based on her immense, yet spiritual willpower and persuasiveness. She wields an inexhaustible mastery of accuracy, allowing her to perfectly target and strike all desired objectives. It also grants her the ability to instantaneously focus and hit her mark without the need for aim, sight, and physical proximity. Stephulona possesses an indomitably strong will, which allows her to face any physical pain and psychological trauma without surrendering. She can send subliminal messages with any sensory stimuli that’s below the threshold for conscious perception. As a result of this ability, she can generate anything such as images to bypass the conscious threshold to directly send information to the deeper layers of awareness. She can subjugate sentient and independent beings by gaining significant influence over them in order to exert complete control and strengthen or weaken them physically, mentally, magically, or psychically.

She can manipulate energies that are derived from her and others’ ambitions and sense of willpower to create earth-shattering shockwaves, harden her muscular strength, and dodge projectiles and oncoming attacks at ridiculous speeds. Through umbrakinesis, Stephulona can teleport through great distances via shadows, create an army, and make and dispel shields and areas of total darkness. Through lumokinesis, she can create weaponry, holographic images, and portals to other dimensions as well as heal herself and others. She’s as deadly as an entire military army, making her a very capable warrior who can fight against all seemingly overwhelming odds with total ease. Stephulona is able to significantly reduce resistance, destroy infrastructure, and transform people into warmongering beasts through the use of her voice. Due to her psychoscience, she knows every little detail that’s remotely connected to the minds, souls, and lives of individuals who exist and have lived. She has mastery over politics and societies, and she’s capable of manipulating unclaimed lands, territories, unfreedom, and victory.

FAMILY:

Bletadrovinus Kinathroszem Wriszlaghon (husband)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Conquest

White Rider

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s heteroromantic asexual

She rides a gleaming white horse

She’s the first member and leader of the Five Equestrians of the Apocalypse.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Stephulona means “to wreathe”, Lurjzkemodisa means “lily of the valley”, and Befaphroktius means “shimmering path”.

Her sacred animals are the eagle, phoenix, and bull.

Her sacred plants are the date palm, willow gentian, gladiolus, and nasturtium.

The laurel wreath and a ship’s wheel are her sacred symbols.

Bletadrovinus Kinathroszem Wriszlaghon is an ancient god of civil war and he possesses a very strong desire for power. His main desire motivates him to start wars and help Stephulona conquer numerous territories in order to assert physical dominance. He has a fear of vulnerability and being seen as delicate, which can be seen in his reluctance to show weakness and rely on the help of others. His unbreakable will and need for physical prowess often leads him to make rash decisions as well as engage in noticeably destructive behaviour. As a result of Bletadrovinus’ assertiveness, he’s capable of conversing with other people in a perfectly direct and honest manner. His determination allows him to make firm decisions and he’s usually unwilling to change his position on them despite good arguments or reasons to do so. Due to his assertiveness and determination, his typical behaviour can border on aggression as he’s confrontational and unyielding in his beliefs. He enjoys demonstrating a winning, achievement-oriented attitude in order to motivate others to fulfill their own personal goals. He’s very resilient, which allows him to withstand adversity and successfully adapt to difficult life experiences. Bletadrovinus has a willingness to face and deal with extreme dangers and difficulties without flinching as he believes that courage is an important core value to possess.

His body type is a trapezoidal mesomorph with a square chest, bulging muscles, and prominent thighs, and he’s about 11 ft (335.28 cm). His skin colour is a vivid sand and he has faint purplish stretch marks on his upper arms, chest, belly, and legs. He has heterochromia eyes with the left being zambezi and the right is a sunburst green-hazel, a mouth that’s slit from ear-to-ear, and a wavy medium ash natural comb-over with a front fringe. Bletadrovinus can shift his human head to that of a skeletal canine with glowing zambezi eyes and an equine skull with blinding olivine eyes, and they’re engulfed in red, orange, and yellow flames. He doesn’t wear a full suit of plate armour, but he does wear a cuirass, vambraces, gloves, greaves, and sabatons. His armour is made from a red lotus metal that’s decorated with bronze intricacies and the fingers of his gloves are pointed. His cuirass has the marvelous depiction of a golden sphalerite basilisk that is trying to consume a white and blue moonstone weasel. His vambraces and greaves are covered in small slightly rounded spikes, and his sabatons are designed similarly to a pair of curved poulaines. Bletadrovinus wears a mantle made from human skin of various natural colours with leopard fur trim and black velvet lining. He wears a wide, long T-shaped barley corn tunic decorated with golden thread as a basic dress and a roof terracotta hat trimmed with peacock’s feathers. His leather girdle is adorned with andesine, carnelian, chrysoberyl, fire opal, idocrase, and jade, and he dons silk breeches of bazaar. He’s often carrying a ceremonial dagger with a serpentine blade and a great basket-hilted sword that can easily cut down his victims.

He possesses maximum and limitless proficiency, capabilities, and knowledge in wielding swords, and each movement has otherworldly beauty. Bletadrovinus has supreme physical and mental condition, allowing him to lift the multiverse, punch so hard that reality could be blasted into pieces, travel infinite distances, execute limitless actions, and outsmart the smartest sentient beings. He can tap into a berserk state of mind, releasing an unstoppable rage that allows him to perform in a vastly increased capacity. It also grants him the ability to take and inflict damage that he wouldn’t be able to perform when in his normal state. He’s an extraordinary master of psychology, which helps him to change the perception and behaviour of people through deceptive and abusive tactics. He expertly sends all the right signals in regards to speech and body language, ensuring that those he’s brainwashing can become ideal warriors and supporters of war. Bletadrovinus has infinite knowledge about conflict, being aware of any conceivable warrior and secrets and numerous details relating to battles. He also has a deep understanding of combat and the art of fighting, and knows the ways, causes, and consequences that make them come into fruition.

He’s able to instantly understand a person’s method of thinking and fighting, which allows him to anticipate all of their moves and exploit potential flaws. He can invoke an absence of government over large cities in order to create mass riots, rebellion, and social disorder and disruption. After becoming empowered by suffering, he can become stronger, faster, and more durable, charismatic, and sadistic as a result. Bletadrovinus has the ability to manipulate blood in order to heal himself as well as create weaponry and physical entities. He can create and summon armies without facing control-related challenges, and manipulate all forms of conflict. He’s capable of starting violence amongst sentient beings, controlling weapons of every kind, and granting others the extensive abilities of combat. He’s able to sense and manipulate mental, emotional, and physical pain by increasing or decreasing one’s own sensitivity to it. He possesses a massive number of summonable weapons in his incorporeal treasury that he can only access.

FAMILY:

Stephulona Lurjzkemodisa Befaphroktius (wife)

Phlegramonius (ex-boyfriend)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

War

Red Rider

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s polyamorous and heteroflexible

He rides a blood red horse with a grotesque musculature.

He’s the second member of the Five Equestrians of the Apocalypse.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Bletadrovinus means “fair slayer”, Kinathroszem means “to cause a fire or to set in a burning motion”, and Wriszlaghon means “red and angry”.

His sacred animal is the boar

His sacred plants are the crab blossom, tansy, and hyssop.

His sacred stones are agate and smoky quartz.

Taxmozrepius Nirgazlushtej Stakhrebozun is an ancient god of famine and starvation, and he’s a dedicated, serious-minded individual. He highly disapproves of slacking off and procrastination, and he seems to be fairly reserved in speech, often keeping his opinions to himself and speaking little. He’s a very analytical and strategic thinker that focuses on long-term goals and objectives, and is willing to share his ideas with other people. He has a natural tendency to think deeply and work towards understanding unique perspectives to solve problems. Taxmozrepius utilises his logical thinking and wise judgement to easily recognise and predict the consequences of his actions. He can be quite greedy when it comes to food-related resources and money as well as satisfying his ravenous appetite. He’s very vigilant and aware of his surroundings, always keeping a close eye for potential danger and ensuring the safety of those he cares about. He often appears to be distant and emotionally detached from others, which causes him trouble when engaging in social interactions. His intense curiosity and inclination towards self-sufficiency usually feeds into the need of withdrawing and isolating himself from others. Taxmozrepius has a fear of being overwhelmed, and he does possess a deep fondness for his family and friends, but has a habit of valuing his independence above everything else.

His body type is a triangular ectomorph with elongated arms, slightly broad shoulders, and bulging abdomen, and he’s approximately between 9-10 ft (274.32-304.8 cm). His ribcage and spinal cord are somewhat protruding from his dry and flaky satin linen skin, and his legs have an edema-like quality to them. He has strikemaster eyes with sea nymph pupils, yellowish sclera, and the right one being foggy, and long, wet-looking hair of blue black with slight waves. Taxmozrepius has seven reddish-brown moles: one on the upper right corner of his lip; two on the middle of his right cheek; one on the lower corner of his left eyebrow; one on the upper left side of his neck; one on the lower right side of his neck; and one on the middle of the back of his left hand. He wears a green spring cloth blouse, a wool salt box overcoat, loose kabul brown pants tied at the waist and knee, and large mahogany boots. He also wears a simplistic blackcurrant cotton hat with gilt-brass bells hanging from the circumference of the wide brim, and an oversized red fox fur coat. Taxmozrepius is often carrying a pair of golden weighing scales and a coin purse that’s tied around his waist with a flexible cord.

Through physical contact, he can induce absolute decay on organic targets, making them crumble into pure dust. He’s a being of starvation, which means that he possesses a cosmic, unstoppable hunger and it can be satisfied in an infinite amount of ways. As a result of this, he’s fully capable of consuming anything and everything that’s connected to organic and/or inorganic matter without suffering any harmful effects. Taxmozrepius can create and manipulate a large-scale scarcity of food through environmental factors, resource rarity, natural disasters, and man-made events. This allows him to cause extreme hunger, animal and/or crop death, and a general loss of societal vitality amongst those he has targeted. He’s able to manipulate infertility by targeting the reproductive organs of humans, animals, and plants, and making them sterile. He can even manipulate the natural growth and destruction of a harvest, and the quantities of produced crops and money through addition and subtraction.

He’s an innate master of agriculture and its variations through the understanding and utilisation of all types of methods, techniques, and skills. Taxmozrepius is also a master of macroeconomics and microeconomics, which concerns the production, consumption, and transfer of resources and wealth. He can create and manipulate money and all forms of currency such as coinage, notes, and gems/jewels. He holds a monopoly over everything that’s related to essential resources, allowing him to sell whatever people need and force them to pay. He can induce temporary and chronic poverty on all sentient beings by targeting their material possessions, wealth, and social status. He’s fully capable of heavily weakening the pre-existing abilities of other individuals, while making himself more physically stronger and durable as a result. Taxmozrepius can amplify the desires of people by increasing their needs and obsessions up to a point where they have an uncontrollable urge to satisfy it.

FAMILY:

Charuzlonje Khitjeboszupa L’Adrimophentus (spouse)

Parnuzhoktesvi Jorszaden Sulpazrothine (daughter)

Echaktorius (grandson)

Phlegramonius (grandson)

Kholedursza (granddaughter)

Melanchotius (grandson)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Famine

Black Rider

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s alloromantic

He rides a glossy black horse that appears to be thin, yet sturdy.

He’s the third member of the Five Equestrians of the Apocalypse.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Taxmozrepius means “strong fox”, Nirgazlushtej means “lord of the good tree”, and Stakhrebozun means “grain cluster or stalk trusses”.

His sacred animal is the locust

Weighing scales and an empty bowl are his sacred symbols.

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bochitoblanco · 1 year

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The way I didn't really like Huntlow that much until a friend of mine was constantly saying the guy I liked reminded her of Hunter and I was like "Yeah, kind of??"

She also said I reminded her so much of Willow, and I was like "I see, the glasses, am I right?" (Turns out it was the confident part)

And now the guy confessed to me and I was like "Oh... OH!! That's why she was saying that to me, she was subliminally telling me he liked me"

And now every Huntlow fanart has me giggling and kicking my feet Icb I'm such a fucking simp

#Literally my heart rate increases every time I see Huntlow #my ears and face? RED #Oh no I'm acting like I'm 14 yo again #Help #How do I get a puppy crush this bad?#I'M EMBARRASSING 😭#get uuuup I scream to myself

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lotusmi · 1 year

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Hello,I Hope You Are Fine And Doing Well💖

There are some queries that are bothering me and i am sending this ask to my every favorite LOA blogger here.

I would love it if you reply to it and if you don't want to reply,it's fine.

SO MY QUERY IS THAT-> AFTER SEEING SO MUCH GREAT SUCCESS STORIES OF LAW OF ASSUMPTION AND VOID STATE,I AM IN AWE THAT LIKE THERE IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME NOW IN THIS WORLD AND I AM FEELING VERY HAPPY THAT I CAME TO KNOW ABOUT IT.

1. BUT WHEN I SEE THE BEST BLOGGERS ASKING TO SIGN A PETITION FOR A GOOD CAUSE LIKE STOPPING THE WILLOW PROJECT (i have also signed the petition as well),I THINK THAT WHY THEY NEED TO SIGN A PETITION WHEN THEY CAN JUST MANIFEST THE DESIRED OUTCOME

2. WHEN CERTAIN BLOGGERS HAVE A SUBLIMINAL YOUTUBE CHANNEL,THEN WHY THEY CAN'T MANIFEST ATLEAST 50K TO 100K SUBSCRIBERS IF THEY CAN DO IT IN AN INSTANT, I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY LAW OF ASSUMPTION BLOGGER HAVING A GREAT FOLLOWING.

3. SORRY IF I SEEM RUDE IN ANY WAY BUT THESE QUESTIONS ARE BOTHERING ME A LOT.

I HOPE YOU WILL REPLY ME,THANK YOU SO MUCH.

💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙

I am not replying that for obviously reasons.

I don't want 50k of subscribers lol and 100k? Damn, thats crazy. I don't really like subscomunity. those folks don't persist and always have a lot of limitant beliefs. I am fine with my followers. Not everyone want to be famous. I know i am one of the biggest bloggers here but i never cared about numbers but doing a great and helpful work. I almost cant reply the comments i have, imagine if i had 100k ppl there 😂 NOT for me. I don't want to play around with those law attraction folks never again.

This not even a question tho- so 🤙🏻🛀

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talaricula · 2 years

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hi! i was wondering if you could share songs you associate with the ship of jess & lupe? :)

Well anon you get my current jesslupe writing playlist (yes on youtube bc i don't have spotify)

I'll write it out below, with particularly relevant lyrics included (though v often the whole song fits)

Your Type - Carly Rae Jepsen

I'm not the type of girl for you / and I'm not going to pretend / that I'm the type of girl you'd call more than a friend

More than a friend - Girli

I have you close but I want more / I want your tshirt on the floor (this is also just a severe banger, strongly recommend)

FU in my head - Cloudy June

Give me just a little sign and I'll confess / sometimes I fuck you in my head

Want you like that - Charlotte Sands

I brace for the damage / you're perfect I panic / so happy it's tragic / yeah I want you like that

Sucker - Jonas Brothers

I'm a sucker for / all the subliminal things / no one knows about you

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

It's just I'm constantly on the cusp / of trying to kiss you (this one's just mandatory in horny friends to lovers playlists)

What's It Gonna Be - Shura

I don't believe in forever / I still wanna give it a try

Ain't Together - King Princess

You think it's hard for me to tell you're falling / (we're falling)

Fools - Lauren Aquilina

What if we ruin it all / and we love like fools / and all we have / we lose (this one is just mandatory on angsty friends-to-lovers playlist, plus it's actually gay)

Sinners - Lauren Aquilina

The rules say our emotions don't comply / but we'll defy the rules until we die

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Miley Cyrus (or, you know, Bob Dylan :p )

I've only known careless love / but this time around it's more correct / right on target so direct / you're gonna make me lonesome when you go

Tightrope - The Greatest Showman

So I risk it all just to be with you / and I risk it all for this life we choose

Lucky Ones - Lana Del Rey

I tried so hard to act nice like a lady / you taught me that it was good to be crazy and also Everybody told me love was blind / then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Ours - Taylor Swift

Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong (this song was already better gay and it's so much better butch4butch)

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Shall I stay / would it be a sin / if I can't help / falling in love with you and of course Take my hand / take my whole life too / for I can't help / falling in love with you

Honourable mentions to:

Pussy is God - King Princess (you know why)

Taste of You - Razz ft. Dove Cameron (in honour of Jess' oral fixation and Lupe liking biters)

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron (just because the line "I could be such a gentleman / plus all my clothes would fit" is VERY JESS and also would be exponentially better if this was a butch4butch song)

Genghis Khan - Miiike Snow (For the still unjustified jealousy/possessiveness vibes of fucking other girls when you're in love with your bro)

Somebody I fucked once - Zolita (for the "girl i'm so hot all the girls want me but i fucked you once and now all i can think of is you" vibes)

Dress - Charlotte Sands (for the genderfuckery vibes - I know both of them hate dresses so it doesn't fit but also. the omg you're so masc and so gnc and it's so hot vibes do fit, you feel)

Willow - Taylor Swift (bc the "you threw all my life plans into disarray and i'm so much happier for it" vibes are v jesslupe and also bc jess deserves to hear "that's my man" as a gender treat)

Cornelia Street - Taylor Swift (if you imagine them as just-gotten-together in new york "hope i never lose you / hope this never ends / i'd never walk cornelia street again" hits rly rather hard)

#asks #Anonymous #jesslupe #music recs #yes i know this is all either 'gay and horny' or 'UNFATHOMABLY sappy'#it's the mood with these two okay #aloto

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