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#also the flower spirit is SO pretty T^T
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・❥・When they find out you're lacking motivation
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╰┈➤ Synopsis-- You we're struggling to even get out of bed in the mornings. You were rapidly losing motivation and didn't know what to do. That's when these characters heard what was happening and came to see if you were okay.
╰┈➤ Gender neutral reader
╰┈➤ Venti , Albedo , Kazuha , Ayaka , Keqing , Diluc , Heizou , Kokomi , Yae , Ei
╰┈➤ Warnings -- being depressed , lacking motivation.
: ̗̀➛ Venti was very quick to catch on. Cmon, He's the anemo archon. He's been alive for a while and he knows what it means when somebody won't leave their home for a prolonged amount of time.
: ̗̀➛ He immediately thinks to go to your home to check in on you. He brings some food because he suspects all you've eaten was junk for the past week or two. He gets your favorite dish from Great Hunter and then goes to see you.
: ̗̀➛ When he gets there, he sits you up in your bed and gives you your dish and asks what's wrong.
: ̗̀➛ "Oh, my dearest friend, what's wrong? You can tell me anything and I promise I'll help as much as I can. Believe me!"
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: ̗̀➛ Albedo notices how whenever he hung out with you at your home, you seemed sluggish and didn't really speak as much.
: ̗̀➛ Believe it or not, He's really good at psychology and reading people. He didn't have to be a genius to know something was up, but he couldn't just ask infront of everyone. He didn't want you to feel embarrassed.
: ̗̀➛ He invites you to a secluded area with pretty scenery. When you both get there, he starts asking questions such as "Are you okay?" and "Do you need to talk?"
: ̗̀➛ Though he can't understand others emotions well, it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to cheer someone up. He lets you lean on his shoulder and talk about how you feel and responds with an occasional nod, not wanting to interrupt.
: ̗̀➛ "I see.. I'm glad you came out here. It must've been difficult. I promise to invite you on these kinds of trips more often so you have a reason to get out of bed. How does that sound?"
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Kazuha was staying in your home with you for a short break in his traveling. He wanted not only to avoid the bad weather and pain of camping outdoors, but also to see you.
: ̗̀➛ He noticed how you were not really up to do the things he suggested you both did and got concerned, especially when you said you weren't feeling well enough to go on a date with him at the fanciest restaurant that you had loved.
: ̗̀➛ Like the gentleman he his, he brought you flowers and a card and left it on your bed when you were getting food, and when you returned to your bed, he hugged you tightly.
: ̗̀➛ "If there's anything I could do for you, please let me know. I don't want you in low spirits" he had spoken softly, even softer than usual. He didn't want to catch you off guard. On the contrary, he wanted to gladden you.
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Ayaka is extremely familiar with the feeling of being unmotivated. She had dealt with the feeling herself, especially after her parents passing. Ayato had taught her coping skills, and she was able to visit your estate and help teach you what she was taught years before.
: ̗̀➛ She would go to your home everyday and sit and talk to you. She'd teach you how to cope in a healthy way and she'd slowly start getting you out of bed and help you clean around your home and supported you taking breaks every so often
: ̗̀➛ If you ever had some sort of setback, she'd remind you that setbacks are normal and not to get angry at yourself for it. On the more tough days, she'd bring you some snacks prepared by Thoma and sing you to sleep.
: ̗̀➛ "I am so proud of you. Even if you don't get out of bed for a few days. I'm here for you and so many others are too! Please don't beat yourself up over this."
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Though it may seem Keqing is always swamped with work, she could never forget about you or not notice when something is up.
: ̗̀➛ She would most likely be the first to notice if you didn't leave the house for a day. She would find out by asking citizens if they've seen you. After hearing they haven't seen you in a while, she rushes to your house.
: ̗̀➛ When she finds you, she gets pretty angry. Not at you, but at herself. She wishes she could've seen the signs and maybe that if she wasn't always working she could've prevented this.
: ̗̀➛ She goes to your kitchen and makes some homemade soup for you and got you some water and then sat down with you and let you talk about how you felt whenever you were ready.
: ̗̀➛ "It's okay if you need to talk, but also okay if you're not ready to just yet. I miss you and I hope to see you tomorrow if that'd be alright. If you don't feel up for it, i'll come back everyday for you."
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Diluc had been thinking of you all day. He wished to get out of the Angel's Share sooner, but he was stuck there because of a drunk bard who hadn't paid just yet.
: ̗̀➛ As soon as he gets off work, he heads straight to your home with your favorite drink, just as a greeting gift.
: ̗̀➛ When he walked in, he noticed how you hadn't done laundry in weeks and you were still in bed, even though it was far past noon.
: ̗̀➛ He doesn't really know the best way to approach the situation, so he just goes off his gut.
: ̗̀➛ "I got a bottle of your favorite drink, but it seems you are upset. Allow me to listen to what's wrong and i'll get you a glass."
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Heizou's intuition immediately told him something was up the second you felt your motivation go down the drain. His intuition said to go check on you. Though he may have been in the middle of investigating a case, he left it all to see you.
: ̗̀➛ He had no idea what he would walk in on, but he did notice how you'd been a bit under the weather lately and he starting assuming the worst.
: ̗̀➛ Heizou burst through your door and ran up to your room, just to find you in the fetal position on your bed, crying.
: ̗̀➛ When he saw you, his body physically jolted. He was glad you were alive, but he didn't know what to do. His adrenaline was through the roof.
: ̗̀➛ He rushed by your side and hugged you and allowed you to cry on his shoulder, not caring if it got his shirt wet. All he cared about in that moment was you and nothing else. He would never admit it, but he shed a tear or two in that moment. Seeing somebody so vulnerable made him so upset, especially since it was you.
: ̗̀➛ "Please. Allow me to help. I can't have you go through this. I can't even begin to imagine how painful it's been and i'm sorry I haven't been there for you as much as I could've. I'm so sorry." He basically muttered that into your ear and he started crying with you.
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: ̗̀➛ Kokomi had a really long day that she never really signed up for. She had so much to do that she was free to go to her own home past 10 PM, but she went to see you first to say goodnight, but also to check on you. She usually sees you during her day, but she didnt, which she thought was odd.
: ̗̀➛ When she saw your expression, she knew exactly what you were thinking. She invited herself into your room and sat down gently on your bed.
: ̗̀➛ She offered to do anything and offered for you to talk to her about what you had been going through and overthinking.
: ̗̀➛ After letting you speak what was on your mind, she offered to you to write down your thoughts, just like how she does. She said how it makes her feel calmer and get out her emotions and that you should try it sometime.
: ̗̀➛ "Even if I'm busy at work, please come see me sometime. I'd love to see you anytime."
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Yae pretty much knew all along what you were feeling and thinking, she was just waiting for you to speak up to her and say what was on your mind.
: ̗̀➛ When she realized you'd never do that, she caved and went to your home, knowing exactly where in your house you'd be.
: ̗̀➛ She picked up some light novels for you to read and some tea to drink that'd give you some energy and hopefully snap you out of your current state.
: ̗̀➛ "Ah, my beautiful mortal friend. Human lives are too short to be thinking about this kind of stuff. You should be out there exploring the world and making memories along the way. There's so much stuff I can think of that you'd love. If you never leave home, you may never find that out. Cmon, when you're done with the tea, follow me to Narukami Shrine. I promise a short visit will be worthwhile."
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
: ̗̀➛ Ei never really understood why humans felt such a way, but when she realized that's how you felt, she read dozens of books on the topic to find out what she should do.
: ̗̀➛ Once she was well read on the topic, she went to go visit your home. She couldn't admit it but she was incredibly nervous. She brought some sweets with her that she got from some local food stands in Inazuma to give to you.
: ̗̀➛ When she arrived, she got incredibly upset seeing how bad it had gotten. She gave you the desserts and sat down beside you, not saying a word. She wanted you to speak whenever you were ready for her to know.
: ̗̀➛ She gently rubbed your back the entire time and didn't leave until around midnight. She came to see you for multiple hours a day just to make sure you're getting better. Each time, she'd bring something new for you to try and she'd try to convince you to come out into the world so she can try all of it with you.
: ̗̀➛ "Take your time, but I would love to take you to a restaurant and order all your favorites. You need to be reminded how much life is worth, especially for a mortal human like you. You barely live 100 years so you need to get outside and do all the things you enjoy. I believe in you."
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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 7 months
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🔫 random loui hcs. now. /silly
OK OK DAMN PUT THE GUN DOWN-/silly
-Loui has a weird habit of hanging off edge of the couch and just staring into the soul of whoever makes eye contact with him. Those that are close to him know that it isn't a stare of malicious intent, and think it's adorable. Those that ain't close to him, fear that they are going to get killed in their sleep.
-Loui can make some DAMN good food okay!? He's really good at cooking, and is one of the main cooks of the Statehouse. He mainly cooks southern and Cajun food, but he's not opposed to Spanish food or other cuisine (like Italian, German, Asian, ect...). Hes very open to trying new stuff.
-he carries around this notebook and keeps recipes and notes in it (tho a few other states think that it is full of spells and curses):
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-Loui mainly speaks French, but he learned Spanish from Florida, Vietnamese from Sippi and Texas, Dutch from NY, and Gaelic from Mass. He also used what he knew about Dutch and whatever he picked up from PA to teach himself German.
-Texas took Loui to meet his horses, and Loui both loved it and was terrified. Eventually tho, Texas taught Loui how to trick-ride and was very patient and kind when Loui was scared to try something. Now they both give Kentucky, Florida, Sippi, and Mass heart attacks :3
-Loui can distort his voice and make it glitch, along with himself. He often uses this when threatening people and trying to scare them. Sometimes tho, he does it unintentionally and that can be annoying.
-he bites as a form of affection. He can also bite as a defence, but it is usually affectionate. He'll just sneak up on somebody he loves and bite their shoulder, arm, or neck (not in a sexual way-). But wave your finger in front of his face teasingly and youre gonna have to hope that you don't lose it.
-so his hair is naturally curly, but sometimes he puts it into braids or dreads and will put beads (usually Mardi Gras themed to match his necklace), flowers, or dainty little gold/silver pieces in it.
-he tattoos himself and draws on himself alot. Sometimes, Florida, Sippi, Texas, Mass, York and Georgia will let him draw on them since they trust him and he's good at it.
-Loui is ✨B E N D Y✨. Just at any second, he could drop into a split or backbend. He hides in cupboards if York isnt already occupying them.
-This mf may be lanky af, but he is REALLY strong. Just ask Texas and Alaska. They'll begrudgingly tell you all about it.
-because he mostly uses his hands for magic, hands very from either being too numb, or too sensitive. Sometimes he can barely feel them and has to check that they're still there (he knows they are, but still-). Other times, they are way too sensitive to pain and touch. If he burns his hand on something, he will be cradling his hand and possibly crying for a bit, and if Florida decides to be a little sh*t and swipe a finger down his palm, he will be blushing and trying to not laugh cuz it tickles him a little bit.
-I imagine Loui's singing voice to sound like a mixture of Brendon Urie (Panic! At The Disco's lead singer), Tom Rosenthal, and XXXTentacion. Idk bro. You ask for random I give you random.
-ive said it before and I'll say it again. DON'T give this man a gun. Even Florida won't.
-He is somehow a bit afraid of fire and is a pyromaniac. He sees fire and is like-"Eh no touch....But touch- but hot and dangerous- But touch and play-"
-he gets headaches pretty often from the spirits
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jessysapphireblue · 4 months
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One Piece Advent Calender Door 7
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Today we decorate the Sunny with our beloved Devil Child!
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Door 7: Christmas Sunny
You began to sing some songs while using magic to decorate the railings of the Sunny with garlands, in it were holly and poinsettia in different colors. “fufufu~ This looks beautiful” “Oh, Robin. I thought you were in the city” “No This book was too good to lay down”, she admitted, “you´re getting quite into it” “Yes. I am just so happy” “Is there something I can help you with?” “Well, I have to finish the garlands on the railings...oh yes”
With a snip of your finger, different sizes and colors of wreath came from your pouch, landing on the deck. “Each door gets one wreath. You can deciade which one goes where” “Sure thing. All are so unique” “mmh~ oh! should I plant some christmas flowers beside your flowers?” “Oh, that would be lovely” Smiling you walked to the upper deck.
Outside was everything done with garlands and Robin also hung the last wreath up. “Everything is up” “Was it enough?” “Perfect number yes”, she smiled at you and with one snip, every garland began to glow due to your magic. “Oh, this looks so magical” “Christmas spirit and feeling arise!!!”, you threw your hands up. “Something else?” “Would you like to decorate the sleeping quarters?” Jumping back on the grass deck, Robin smiled at you. “Why, Nami would be happy” “Ok. I have everything in my room”
Opening your room, Robin began to chuckle. “You take this decorating quite serious” “Why, of course. You should´ve seen the island I landed on. This what I have is nothing against this. Like, just a pinch, Robin. It was like a living wonderland! If we ever cross this island to wintertime, Luffy, Chopper, Usopp and me? You won´t see us for days. We´re gone. Don´t even search us”
A rater loud laughter escaped Robin as she looked through your boxes. “Do you think this would be ok for Choppers office?” You held a little imp up with a long white beard and a red had, just the big nose was seen. “Cute~ I say yes” “Ok...I would mess with Zoro and hang everywhere stuff” “Oh dear~ he would chase you” “yeah...but the pillows I still give him!”
While Robin decorated the quarters, you went up to the lookout, placing fluffy christmas pillows around the seating area and by the window small garlands with glassballs, shining like a colored mirror.
In the library, you simply decorated the table with a Amarylis and a table cloth. Soon, everything was decorated and the Sunny felt like a giant Christmas wonderland. You even placed snow reindeers in every corner of the deck, topping them off with red ribbons around their neck. “I don´t know if you´re fast or good” “Both. And what do you think?” “It feels...warm. Like a hug” “This is what the decorations are about. In the cold season warm the lights peoples hearts” Both of you smiled. “Thank you for the help” “I gladly did it” “Robin! I´m ba-wow!” Nami came on board with bags as she looked around. “What happened to the Sunny?” “We decorated it”, you beamed, making Nami smile. “It looks beautiful! The town is also decorated but this is beautiful” “Our Sunny feels like a big star. You must see when it turns night”
Everyone that returned was in complete awe, the boys running around looking into every room, eyes wide like they´ve seen the biggest present ever. After dinner, everyone came out, the sun long gone as you snipped your finger and everything you decorated turned on. “WHOAAAAAAAA!!!!” Standing aside with Robin and Nami, you three watched as the boys looked through everything, warm spreading through them. “We do make a pretty good deco team”, you smiled at Robin. “Now that, we do”, chuckling, you both turned forward, the work directly paying off.
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adoranoia · 5 months
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headcanon dump for ovtsa, a mix of Important hcs and just. one-off silly ones! let's do this...
>based off the good ending, ends up marrying narinder. aka, (@sacricat), she absolutely domesticates that man, and i'm so sorry about it, buddy. >is based of slavic fairytales, has a thick russian accent, and slightly stilted/broken english. originally from ~another land~ >is basically group mom friend cult edition because she really does care for her followers, wants to keep them safe, and sees them as her new family. someone tries to hurt one of them and suddenly you experience the wrath of god but like, for realsies.
>has a 'girl with the green ribbon' thing going on, her collar holds her head on, as in it detaches freely, but this reminds of her sacrifice, so she never takes it off. >the red crown is its own little entity, sometimes she asks it for advice, or just chats back and forth with it. >her favorite weapon is an battle axe, it's almost as big as her, and certainly heavier, but she swings it around fine, somehow.
>is like, 4'8". small. little. tiny. also: wears a red cloak with a hood, a simple white dress, a quilted over-skirt, with a frilly apron over top. >likes cooking, sewing, gardening, fighting/sparring, woodcarving, and fishing, among a few other random hobbies here and there.
>has the following doctrines in place:
* faithful trait, inspire, ritual of enlightenment, holy day. * belief in afterlife trait, funeral, respect your elders, return to the earth. * bribe follower, belief in false idols trait, alms for the poor, devotee trait. * ascend follower ritual, wedding, belief in absolution trait, loyalty enforcer. * feasting, grass eater trait, ritual of the ocean's bounty, belief in prohibition trait.
>as you can probably guess, due to the game's canon--ovtsa's family is, like. very much dead, sadly. she grew up in a cute little village, but once the war happened, and word of the prophecy got out, then well. her parents went together, eventually her twin sister, and then herself.
>when ovtsa was young/still in hiding, her families way of dealing with the whole ‘sheeps being hunted’ thing, was to dan cloaks and different animal masks. ovtsa’s in particular was a wolf’s, which she still has. she actually still wears said mask at times, specifically when out on her crusades. there's for sure a urban legend surrounding ovtsa, talk of a wolf-masked spirit, singing lullabies as a warning that you'll die by her hand if you don't get out of her way.
>speaking of which, when ovtsa goes out on crusades/treks, she tends to sing to herself, usually old folk music she heard growing up. it’s became sort of a warning for the surrounding critters to scatter, or their death will surely follow: a legend now known well throughout the lands.
>thinking abt ovtsa pre-game, when she finally got caught by the bishops, and was taken into custody to be executed like the rest of her kind, etc. in-game, lamb cries before their beheading, but, i don't think that was ovtsa's reaction. >she was angry, she went down fighting the whole way, that wildfire nature still something she carries now--seen in how fiercely protective she is, her short temper.
>thinking abt ovtsa and the foxes deals, what she took, what she didn’t, so. lemme give you the rundown rq.
* handed over some fish, it was an innocent enough request, after all. * did not sacrifice any of her followers, though. she considers them family. * however, did sacrifice half a heart--taking off one of her arms, elbow down. * did not give up ratau’s life, and probs wrecked the fox’s shit for even trying.
>ovtsa loves foraging, and making tasty things out of the stuff she finds, then giving them to her friends. it's very much a love language for her, her go-to gifts are woven flowers, hand-carved wooden trinkets, and jams/broths/etc in pretty decorated jars.
>thinking abt how bad ovtsa is at being fancy, growing up in a humble little village, excess was not s/t she knew well. she carries that with her, even now, and as a bishop down the line. narinder is the one who has to teach her how to really dress, and act the part. muddy feet from working outside w/ the followers, dressed in quilted fabrics she had sewn herself, excitedly stuffing her face full of foods at dinner-time, etc etc.
>ovtsa can sing, as i've mentioned, but she also plays the concertina! she's had one since childhood, and plays it during festivals and such, sometimes. along with this, she likes the tambourine a lot, as well. if the prophecy hadn't happened, and ovtsa wasn't chosen be a vessel, she would've wanted to be a performer, specifically a musician.
>ovtsa bleats when surprised and/or scared, and she finds it really embarrassing.
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courtofmatchups · 1 month
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Could I possibly get an obey me match if it's not too much trouble?
Stuff about me!:
I'm a trans man and my probound are he/him. I mostly dress preppy and really adore the color yellow and flowers in general so I'm frequently cycling through wearing my various flower earrings. I'm an infp-t and bisexual too because I think that might be important? I'm a gigantic ball of anxiety at almost all times and because of my ADHD I often get overstimulated in big crowds or from yelling and things such as that. But I'm also an extravert so once I find my people there kinda just stuck with me and have to cope with me sending them stupid stuff 24/7 ranging from "Hello!! How are you?" To a video of toad singing chandelier. I really enjoy making art, music, photography, just almost anything where I can be creative or ramble about things I'm excited about. Although I really don't like/can't handle being yelled at, weird textures, being in loud and bustling spaces by myself, and like people distancing themselves from me. If I had to like pick a worst fear it'd have to be being abandoned and such. And some positive traits about me (That I think) is that I'm pretty positive, supportive, being good at communicating and drawing boundaries,and pretty good at giving comfort and reassurance.
I apologize if that was a lot lmao
It seems to me you've captured the heart of...
Simeon!
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You we would have a lovely romantic relationship. Your outgoing personality and adventurous spirit mesh well with Simeon's calm, collected nature. You have similar interests in creativity and communication, as well as a mutual love of exploration and adventure.
I see the two of you exploring new locales, attending concerts and other artistic performances. Don't worry if you feel like you're getting overwhelmed. He's attentive, and will get you to a quieter place if you need to catch your breath and regain your footing.
I can also see you having deep discussions about the world and life, enjoying nature and experiencing the wonders it has to offer, and building a strong, caring connection through open and honest communication. You would enjoy each other's company and take comfort in the peace and harmony we would create together.
If I've noticed anything about artists and writers is that they can work really well off one another. You and your artistic skills can help Simeon materialize the scenes he wants to write. And I feel like you would also enjoy drawing out the scenes he has already written. A good book really comes in clutch when you have artists block.
Simeon's expectations in a relationship is to experience a deep level of connection and understanding, where your individual needs and interests are taken into consideration and celebrated. He would also want to grow and learn alongside you. A strong foundation of trust, communication is vital, as well as love that could withstand any challenges that may arise. If you put effort into that, your relationship will bloom into something beautiful.
Your playful energy and warmth, paired with his thoughtful nature, would create a balanced dynamic that would allow you to support and complement one another.
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1unpaid-intern · 7 months
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Ok so I'm kinda new to tumblr, but I just can't get this fanfic idea out of my head. So since I'll probably never write this/ lose motivation half way through, I might as well share it.
Soooo I've come across a really good ghost/calamity xie lian AU fic (Dark Sword, White Flower by Luna04 on ao3 if anyone's interested) and I've come up with my own take on that premise, because it's just so intriguing.
(English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes)
Also spoilers for tgcf (obviously)!
Almost all fics I've read make it so Xie Lian dies in the coffin Lang Qianqiu put him in, but even though that'd be pretty cruel (and would therefore make sense in univers xD) I just don't buy it. Jun Wu specifically wanted to make life as painfull as possible for him both psycologically and physically. Xie Lian getting stabed through the heart for decades would be a dream come true, so he definetly wouldn't let him die. Because if you ask me, he definetly knew. As white no-face he was stalking XL constantly and you're telling me he just stopped after his second banishment? XL was still suffering, since his luck got sealed away, so you bet that he's been watching him day after day while eating popcorn and going like: serves you right little sh*t (because we all know he's petty like that).
Instead I'd have XL die trying to stop the human face disease from raining down on Yong'an. In the original Wu Ming sacrifices himself, but what if no-face stops him by scattering his soul. XL then makes the ultimate sacrifice and even though all those resentfull spirits should kill him no matter what, in order to make it a little bit more poetic let's say that right before he gets hit, XL ascends for the second time since he regained his morals and tries to make up for it. (In the process he also breaks his shakle. And I know that you're supposed to also be imortal as a god, but Shi Wudu got killed by having his head ripped off and I just have this head canon that XL would be fine after that because JW just won't let him die.)
Now the "problem" that arises with this premis instead of the coffin-death is that JW absolutly knows about XLs death. If he lets the rest of heaven know that, it'd eventually reach Hua Cheng. Aaand oh booooyyyy. If he found out that his god not only died, but none of the other gods, not even the emperor himself, prevented it by helping him, the temples of those 33 gods wouldn't be the only thing on fire. Because think about it, the reason HC keeps on living is XL, but if he thinks he's gone, then the only thing that'd keep him going is revenge. HCs end goal would then be to become strong enough to even kill JW.
But I can also see this playing out differently. We know JW wants XL to follow in his foot steps and become a calamity, therefore needing to become a ghost (as he says when they're both trapped in the Kiln). So he'd definetly consider the posibility of XL becoming a ghost. Considering the guy has a sword for everything (looking at you virginity detecting sword) I could imagine that he also has one that can tell if somebody's soul is still wandering around even though they're dead. Obviously JW would want to find him and turn him into a calamity. But if he a) tells the other gods that XL is a ghost then atleast Feng Xin and Mu Qing would also be looking for him or b) only tells them that he died then somebody might get the idea to use the aforementioned sword and leading us back to a). So the most logical thing would be for JW to just lie about XL getting banished a second time (similar to how it originally went down).
While I like both scenarios, I'm kinda leaning towards the second one with JW lying, because as soon as XL ascendes for the third time he's gonna be hella confused why nobody is freaking out about him showing up in heaven, followed up by him becoming suspicious of JW.
One thing I've been thinking about a lot was what's special about XL as a ghost king, what differentiates him from the others. HC got his red robs, silver jewelry, blood rain, wraith butterflies, E-Ming and power over luck. He Xuan has his black robes, great acting skills (seriously give this man an oscar), never ending hunger, skeletton fish and power over the seas. Qi Rong (while only having the title of a calamity and not actually being a ghost king) has his green robes, green fire locks and his habit of trying to imitate the other calamities (e.g. hanging corpses & eating people). Bai Wuxiang has his simple white burial robs, the iconic half-crying half-smiling mask, a spirit calling cloth flag, Fangxin aka Zhu Xin, manipulation and the power of the human face disease. Things I've seen a lot in other fics and that I completly agree on are: XL can turn his nails into long claws (similar to Lady Dimitrescu I'd imagine), he doesn't want to be found so he shape shifts a lot and he helps out the common people, especially children and mothers (since trying to help others and making up for his past mistakes is basically all that keeps him going). While these charecteristics are great, they aren't enough to make him stand out yet. One idea I'm really proud of is to make XL a puppet master. Because correct me if I'm wrong, but the only "ghost typs" we ever were introduced to were sentient weapons, possed objects, humanoid ghosts, ghost animals, water ghouls and puppet masters. And just imagine XL using treads and puppets to fight in addition to Ruoye. Like, imagine him fighting similar to Sasori from Naruto, the Spider Demons from Demon Slayer or ErrorSans from the Undertale AUs. I also think he should stick with the burial cloths he was wearing as white no-face (maybe with some blood on them to make it more creepy) but obviously adding his signitur bambu hat with some flowy long vails.
I wouldn't change to much about he whole XL posing as the Yong'an goushi backstory. I would only have it so Lang Qianqiu finds out that his goushi was actually a ghost king and XL fleeing so he isn't stuck in a coffin for decades. That way when LQQ finds out about XL being his goushi, it also serves as the big reveal.
I'm not so sure what to do with the Banyue kingdom backstory though. I would like for XL to take Ban Yue as his little adoptive daughter, but if he went back after the kingdom was destroyed, then woudn't he take care of Kemo and the other ghost soliders right there? That would lead to Little Pei never luring people in, therefore erasing the entire Banyue arc and I don't know how to feel about that. Yes, not much would change, were it to play out, but that's the first time XL meets the "earth" and wind master. Also JW led them to Banyue pass (and also to the ghost bride) in order to damege Pei Mings reputation, so he'd lose believers and therefore would be easier to beat later on and that's kinda important. Not to forget he used a puppet for that and with XL as a puppet master he'd definetly be able to get more info out of it, leading to raising his suspicions again.
Aaaaand that are all the ideas I have so far, also my fingers hurt from typing.
Maybe I'll continue this some day, since I probably won't stop obsessing over this AU any time soon. (Also if you know similar fics please let me know, I feel so starved rn)
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oshawottarchive · 7 months
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You know the Cole doodles I posted? I’m going to continue to use that design for him, but I’m also going to use it for an original character for a new story.
The character is based off of Cole, but he also has his own personality and backstory and a completely different life.
The story he’s going to be in is called Ghostseeker, and it’s almost a Ninjago au, but mostly it’s my own story. I’ll be using my new Cole and Jay designs (the latter I’ve not shared yet) for the characters based off of them, but they’ll have different names and backstories.
It’s a little complicated, but I’m pretty happy with the story so far.
The tag for it is going to be #Ghostseeker au, and you’re free to see it as an au, and call the characters by the names of the characters they’re based off of.
I might still tag it as a Ninjago au, but the characters will usually be called by different names.
Overall, you’re free to see this as a Ninjago au, or a different story, and the characters are interchangeable between being the Ninjago characters and ocs.
It’s up to you.
Now that that’s said, I have a ref sheet for one of the main characters, and the character based off of Cole. He’ll be known mostly as Reaper in the story itself, but feel free to call him Cole.
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Nora “Reaper” Brookstone. 16. He/they. Human/white tailed-deer/forest spirit
Sharper than normal canines
6’7”
Commonly wears poisonous flowers
Likes hoodies and blank t-shirts
Has a scar on the back of his neck
Has deer spots that he hides with makeup
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rosy-fox-art · 1 year
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Ride the Cyclone| Poltergeist AU
“Dying in a roller coaster crash was one thing. Being dragged around the country with the traveling fair you died at by some incomprehensible pull was another. The spirits of the former Saint Cassian chamber choir weren’t particularly fond of either. Returning to Uranium after nearly a year of not-quite-life after death felt like salt rubbed straight into wounds that had never really closed. It burnt to be back home.”
An AU in which the choir are bound to the traveling fair they died at and, without any guidance from a certain fortune telling machine, struggle to cope with their deaths. One year of being dragged around the country later, the fall fair has returned to Uranium. The return home after so long sparks all kinda of emotions in them, and each of them begin to develop ghostly abilities that they don’t quite have a handle on. Things go downhill from there… With a slew of ghosts haunting the fair and posing safety risks without knowing how to control either themselves or the powers, Ezra, Astrid, and Hank quickly find themselves ghost hunting, entirely unaware of what they’re getting themselves into. This is an idea I’m to turn into a a fanfiction sometime soon ^^~ each ability developed by the choir can only be controlled or reigned in once the characters develop/ go through their arcs for the better! I’ll eventually reveal the entire choir and their abilities but for now y’all can have Noel and Ocean.
Noel Gruber
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✨The Flowering Aura✨
Noel’s ability is plant growth. Roses are the quintessential sign of love and passion, beauty with an edge of danger in its thorns and tragic in how fast they wither away- just the way Noel always wanted to be in his fantasies. He wants to make the fairgrounds bloom with roses wherever he goes, if he must be forced to haunt the same old rides and the same old faces— but he can’t seem to get them to. Hes been trying at it ever since he realized he could grow things mid shouting match with Ocean, where a heap of poison ivy sprung from the ground around them. It was no risk to choir, since they were dead. They couldn’t say the same for the small children bumbling around the grounds. Noel loathes his inability to get what he wants out of the ability. Even when pretty flowers do sprout, they wilt fast. Noel’s arc here is about becoming the type of person he had always wanted to be . The flowers reflect his image — Noel has always tried to package away the beautiful self that he wants to be in exchange for something that might ‘ fit in’ which results in his current bitterness. In order to pretty flowers to grow and last , he must actively start taking steps to be the person he WANTS to be, not the person others tell him he should be. In nourishing his own image in a healthy way, he nourishes the flowers
Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg
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✨the possessive aura✨
Right off the bat I think Ocean is the first to realize she can possess objects and also living things. This would be born out of her absolute denial of her own death and that her story could possibly be ‘over’ after all she worked for. She worked her way to the top in the living world and by god will she do it again in whatever way she can in the afterlife. While it’s something she didn’t begin to do intentionally, she begins to try and do it of her own volition . After all, she can hardly bear being known as nothing but a victim of an accident — being unable to interact with things, people walking straight through her, drives her nuts. t feels fitting that she, as the person most initially keen to leap over others for herself in the show, would do so here. Her arc of becoming less more aware of those around her—that life is not a competition against everyone and she does not always have to try so hard — is directly connected to her use or lack thereof this ability. She slowly learns to stop. it’s not something the other kids like. Some are pretty vocal about it (like Noel who is promptly ignored by Ocean since she’s aware he already hates her ) and others are silently worried (like Constance).
Part 2 here
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alienturnip · 11 months
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Character Songs Tag
Thank u @1ichen this one is for u 💞 and sorry that it took forever t-t
Game Rules: Choose one of your characters and list songs that fit them.
these guys are selected from my playlist for Cirilla <3 which wasn't much to start with so it's actually nearly all of the list xD
DOES - Donten (曇天)
She fears the great storm in her life, but also lives on the thrills of it.
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Here's a translation!
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Hua Chen Yu - Great Sage, Heaven's Equal (齐天大圣)
This song is dedicated to Sun Wukong (my beloved) but I still can't help but draw the connections to the way she takes on life. Her love for freedom & self-determination, and her aspiration for greatness.
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Here is an English translation but I'm not sure how accurate it is!
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Winky Thi - Mountain Demon/Mountain Spirit (山鬼)
For the lonely wait in the name of love
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The poem that became the lyrics of this song is pretty hard to grasp even in Chinese, so I'm not sure if there can be a really accurate translation, but here is one! (in the video caption)
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Jackie Evancho - Lovers
Self explanatory :’3 Also I really love how solemn and wistful it is, and it talks about a love not marked by sparks of passion but by unwavering dedication :’3
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Phạm Anh Khoa - Colors (Sắc Màu) - Rock Version
Love how it goes from evoking the names of the colors in a very tender and vague way (xanh xanh – greenish, vàng vàng – yellowish) to then paint a whole scenery that gives insight to the narrator’s inner landscape, I think that’s pretty much the kind of spiralling Cirilla can get into when left to herself under a vast sky or a desolate cliff of the Storm Coast, or during her years wandering far away from her family. Also the last line being the narrator realizing that they (as a character & a subject matter) are formless, intangible amidst all these colorful paintings that they made… ah <3 Trần Tiến is not my favorite musician and PAK is not my favorite singer but they kinda went off with this one. The original is much more folk ballad-y, but I think rock suits Cirilla better always!
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The translation on musixmatch goes like this. I changed a few details below to suit my understanding better.
The greenish is spotted with the yellowish The greenish dotted with the yellowish of the desolate meadow. A brownish brown next to a purplish shade Oh, how mellow my darling's purplish brown eyes!
The blue is dotted with the indigo Wartime was all gone, my colors One is the black, another is the white That deserted afternoon, the hearse run hastily
A curving line is linked with many a roundabout line Drawing a stranger, reminiscing the face, guessing the appearance Then in a wobbling night, how do I draw the darkness How do I draw the colorless night-flowers?
A night I try to recall, to recall that I'm alone A night I try to recall, to recall the places I have been Within a deep sleep comes a blinding light A night that I recall, recall that I am intangible.
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merryfortune · 1 year
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The Princess’ Garden Floristry
Written for Femslash February 2023
Prompt: Garden
Title: The Princess’ Garden Floristry
Ship: Haruka/Nodoka
Fandom: Go! Princess Pretty Cure & Healin’ Good Pretty Cure
Rating: T
Word Count: 2.066
Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Meet-Cute, Childhood Friends, Reunions, Aged-Up Characters, Crushes, Developing Relationship
   There was a girl that Nodoka knew once that wanted to be a princess.
   They had only met when they were seven or eight and it wasn’t very often but occasionally, she would come to the hospital that Nodoka was staying at so she could try doing good deeds in the image of how she wanted to be. 
   As far as Nodoka was concerned, she was a princess. She denied it though. She didn’t think she was pretty enough or graceful enough but she had a very big heart. Not many children, Nodoka thought as she collected vague musings on her previous classmates, from before she got sick, would worry for those who were ill. She did, however.
   And she always brought flowers with her.
   That was Nodoka’s favourite part of the visits that this girl gave her… and the others of the ward that she belonged to. She was just so sweet and knowledgeable and passionate. As far as Nodoka’s child self was concerned, this girl knew everything and anything about flowers. What they meant in the language of flowers, how to best grow them, where they were native to. All those sorts of things.
   She always saved her favourite, roses, for last and for Nodoka, Nodoka recalled. Her heart fluttered whenever that girl gave her a smile and her spirits soared. Even if she was prone to a coughing fit or stomach pain afterwards. Not quite so romantic but that’s just the life of being chronically ill.
   “Did you know there are over thirty-thousand varieties of roses?” she told Nodoka one day.
   “Nope,” Nodoka replied, shaking her head, “that’s so many.”
   “It is.” she smiled. “There are pink ones, red ones, orange ones, ones which are more than one colour. Some are big, some are small and I love them all.”
   “I do too.” Nodoka replied, entranced by the girl and her love for all things flowers. Then she blinked. “Are there blue roses?” Nodoka asked innocently.
   Now, blue was not her favourite colour. Nor was it even this girl’s favourite colour, if Nodoka recalled correctly from how she always wore a pink dress. In fact, pink was Nodoka’s favourite colour, too but blue, she thought, had a special place in her heart.
   Feeling blue: blue was a feeling of sadness, of hopelessness and worse but it was also a colour of freedom. Whenever Nodoka recalled her last day as a well and healthy child, she thought of the green grass, the multi-coloured flowers in the park, and the huge, blue sky overhead. So blue, as deathly as it was, was still a colour she liked and having already seen parades and cavalcades of pink roses, orange roses, and other types of roses, Nodoka wanted to know. Were there blue roses as well?
   She thought, surely, if there were more than thirty-thousand kinds of roses, then it was possible that there were blue ones. Not to mention, this girl had brought pansies along before as a gift and they came in blue. Bluebells, too, and some violets were more blue than purple, too. Nodoka liked them all but with the sky in the corner of her eye, yearning to be outside in the gardens with this girl rather than bedridden, Nodoka was curious.
   “There aren’t actually.” the girl replied to Nodoka’s question.
   “Oh.” Nodoka murmured, disappointed and visibility deflating in her shoulders. She turned her head slightly, more towards the windowsill and what view that she had of the hospital’s courtyard. Sitting on her windowsill was a trio of flowers - blue, pink, and yellow - and all gifted from this girl.
   “Hey, look at me,” the girl said, gentle, excited, and Nodoka obeyed, sheepish, coughing, “I know a trick that turns roses blue. They may be artificial but I think they’re still pretty and special.”
   “Can I see this trick?” Nodoka asked.
   “A-yup,” the girl nodded her head vigorously, “let me go get a white rose and I’ll need a texta.”
   “There should be some in the kid’s playroom just down the hall.” Nodoka said, trying to be helpful.
   “I’ll only be a minute then.” the girl said.
   She was, obviously, a little longer than a minute but Nodoka held her breath in bated and it felt just as swift all the same. What the girl showed her, was a moment that Nodoka came to cherish forever and always as it was, to her child mind, sheltered and sickly, completely and utterly magical.
   The girl returned but seemingly empty-handed. She showed off the rose but not the texta that she had procured.
   “Watch closely.” She invited Nodoka to pay attention.
   Which she did, most rapt.
   The girl thrust out her hand, the stem of the rose embedded inside of her fist. The rose was white. At first. But the stronger the girl held her hand in a fist, the more that white changed to blue. It was very slow and very pale but Nodoka watched as blue threaded through the veins of the rose’s petals and it no longer remained white.
   “Tada. A blue rose, just for you.” the girl cheered.
   “Thank you, I love it.” Nodoka replied and honestly, she could have cried.
   She had never had someone go to such lengths before. Now there was another variety of rose in the world for her, just for her and the proof of it was dyed in the ink of the stains on that girl’s palms as she handed over the rose to Nodoka. She kept the rose in a glass container filled with water, on the windowsill with the previous flowers, and she would have loved to have kept it forever and ever but flowers withered away.
   So did names and faces, unfortunately. 
   But Nodoka believed that the girl had the sort of name that, once she got a hint or prompt of it, she would immediately remember it in full. It was that sort of name, she thought. Same for if she saw all the finer details of her face beyond vague recollections of greeny-blue eyes and maybe gingery-brown hair. 
   Still, it hurt Nodoka so much that she no longer recalled the name of that girl who had been such a bright spot in amongst all the invasive procedures and the slogs of days going by in pain and boredom. It felt like a desecration to all the joy that girl had sparked in Nodoka but again. That was just the phase of the world, of life. Flowers withered and people forgot. 
   After all, the girl eventually stopped visiting. Nodoka never found out why. Maybe she moved away? Maybe she stopped wanting to become a princess and thus, her good deeds fell to the wayside. Maybe her interest in flowers withered away, too.
   Nodoka hoped that it was the first option. The others… To think of them and the blur of that girl’s face which she always recalled as being sweet and smiling, it would break Nodoka’s heart. She wanted nothing but the best for that girl because she had always wished nothing but the best for Nodoka: with that big, princessly heart of hers adorned with a smile and a presence like a ray of sunshine.
   Because, in the end, years later after spending all her youth in and out of the hospital, doing school by distance education, Nodoka did get better. Her illness became more manageable. She still lived with her parents, however, and they had recently moved to downsize to somewhere with fresh air… and fresh flowers almost everywhere.
   “You should go visit this florist, I like the sound of the shop and a bouquet would liven up the house as we move in.” Her Mother suggested.
   Nodoka was handed a newspaper clipping. It read - The Princess’ Garden Floristry, grand opening - and was dated for today. The logo that was printed on it was pink and looping, festooned with roses and something about that name. It was so obvious that no wonder her Mother thought she’d like it.
   In tiny text, it had a street address and with a smile, Nodoka replied, “I’d like to go but are you sure you don’t want me to help with the move in?”
   “You're so young, you should go out and explore, catch the bus there or home, but don’t push yourself.” Her Mother diplomatically replied.
   That was her Mother’s way of being nice saying she was worried Nodoka would get hurt or tire herself out too much. Not that the exact same thing couldn’t happen if she wasn’t wandering out and about in the town that they had moved into but Nodoka smiled.
   “I’d like that, I’ll see you when I get home then.” Nodoka replied.
   Nodoka nodded her head and collected her purse. She held onto the clipping tight and kept the address in mind. It actually wasn’t that far away, it wasn’t exactly a hop, skip, and a step away but Nodoka found it easy enough. That big logo of theirs especially helpful as it was plastered over the storefront’s facade.
   Seeing it up close, it looked both gauche and amazing. Nodoka’s inner child squealed in delight at the white bricks and the ribbons and the bunches of flowers on display in the window. The decor of the building most certainly lived up to the royal decree of having such a name.
   Nodoka came inside and the bell attached to the door tinkled over head. It had such a pretty timbre. She began looking at the pre-made bouquets and there was a focus on roses. Pink ones, orange ones, red ones, and ones which were multi-coloured but a Nodoka wandered closer to the cash register, she saw a most amazing bouquet at that closest point.
   This bouquet was of white and blue roses. Artificially blue, Nodoka was willing to bet but blue nonetheless and a sky blue. Not an overwhelming blue like the ocean nor a sad blue, either, just a pretty blue.
   Nodoka’s ears pricked on the sound of footsteps as the storeperson came in from the backrooms. Nodoka turned her head and her jaw dropped. She knew that lady, about her own age though much more filled out and womanly-looking.
   And, more amazingly, the storeperson knew her.
   “Nodoka.” she gasped.
   “Haruka.” Nodoka finally, blessedly remembered.
   Haruno Haruka. A very springy and very quirky name which was exactly the sort of name that Nodoka knew she would recall instantly if she had some sort of hint and there was no hint better than the blue of Haruka’s eyes and how she smiled so sweetly.
   “It's been ages.” Haruka sheepishly said. “I-I’ve missed you, I always wondered about you.”
   “Me too.” Nodoka said and she shuffled closer to the cash register Haruka stood behind. She fidgeted and she felt rather silly for asking but she had to, “So, um, did you ever become a princess?” she asked.
   “I think so.” Haruka smiled warmly. “I made it through my ugly duckling phase and I’ve learned to dance and play violin but being a princess does not pay the rent,” she laughed, “so florist it is. What about you?”
   “I, um, am unemployed, and new in town, my parents and I moved in literally today but I would like to become a full-time student. I don’t even have to say if my health allows anymore, I’m much stronger than I was compared to back then. I still have bad days but what can you do?”
   “I’m really glad to hear that.” Haruka said. “So, let me guess, a bouquet as a housewarming gift, yes?”
   “Yes.” Nodoka replied and she could feel the stars in her eyes as she found herself falling head over heels for her long-lost childhood friend, “And I already know which bouquet I want.”
   “That’s good. Which one?” Haruka asked.
   “I would like this one, please.” Nodoka said and she pointed at the nearest bouquet of blue and white flowers.
   “I thought so.” Haruka said and she allowed Nodoka to take it off the display.
   Nodoka embraced all the flowers, the softness of the petals peeking through the plastic wrap they were in. She smiled all giddy as Haruka rang her up through the cash register.
   “Please visit any time, Nodoka.” Haruka bade her. “I would really like to see you again sometime.”
   “I will.” Nodoka replied, eagerly taking the invitation. “I want to see you more as well.”
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ethelsilvergray · 9 months
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POV: DbD killers reaction on my new hairstyle
Author's note: I wrote this POV for myself, not gender neutral, mentions of female gender. I mention MY long purple and green hair. I also describing my own fantasies and I don't feel very positive about some of the characters. But if you want, you can use this pov and imagine yourself. I use "me/I'm" etc in it. Also please don't judge me English is not my native language
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Today was a special day because Entity sent out hair dye to the survivors. There were only two colors and these were my colors, so I did not share them with others. No one began to argue with me, seeing how inspired I was. I asked my best friend dye my hair. At first they was insecure, doubting that they would do well, but seeing my compassionate look, they agreed.
So, the reaction of the killers to my new hair color:
- Ji-Woon Hak (The Trickster)
• He doesn't care. He already have a new hair color every trial
• He is too busy paying attention to Miroslav (My bestie <3)
I'm happy for them, so I don't care about his reaction.
- Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal)
• Very excited with my new hair color
• It's unusual for him seen so bright hair
• He thinks I'm very beautiful
• Pulled my hair a couple of times to make sure it wasn't a wig
• He likes to pet them
• He makes me different hairstyles
- Michael Myers (The Shape)
• He likes it
• But he doesn't show it in any way, he is a stone
• He likes that the bright color makes me the easiest to track down
- The Ghost Face
• As well as Michael, he's glad that I can be easily tracked down
• Specially moried me so that he has a photo with my new hairstyle
- Evan MacMillan (The Trapper)
• Thinks I'm pretty
• Falls into his own traps because he thinks about how bright I am
• Carries me on his shoulder and does not want to hook me
• But still kills because it's his job
- Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni)
• Considers this unusual, since in his time this did not exist
• Compares me to Yōkai and I wonder if I should be offended or if this is a compliment?
• Strokes my hair
• Poetically says that I look like a flower
• Glad for such an update, because he can always see me ^^
• From the outside it may seem that he is an evil warrior who has nothing on his mind except rage and revenge, but in fact he has a subtle soul and he knows how to compliment.
- Freddy Krueger (The Nightmare)
• He likes it
• Thinks it's pretty teenage stuff, but he often acts like a teenager himself, so It's to his taste
• One of his favorite colors is green, so that's another reason why he likes it, but there is one problem
• Why not green/red? xd
• Chase me everywhere to say his terrible grandfather jokes and flirtations
• Wants to kiss me and then mori, how cute ❣️
- Anna (The Huntress)
• Doesn't know how she feels
• On the one hand she loves natural beauty
• But I'm so bright and it's also beautiful
• Thinks i look like a doll
• Calls me Malvina even though I don't have blue hair
- Jeffrey Hawk (The Clown)
• Said that I look like a clown
• I was offended and said that he looked like sh*t
• He said it was actually a compliment.
• I'm.. I feel sick
• He likes this color combination
- Herman Carter (The Doctor)
• At first he thought that I grew natural hair of this color
• Wants to open up my skull to find out what made me dye my hair
• In general, he doesn’t care what my hair color is and why, he just wants to open the skull
- Amanda Young (The Pig)
• Thinks that I'm cute and that it suits me
• Lesbian panic
• Stalking me
• Wants to bury her muzzle in my hair and sit like that, inhaling the pleasant smell of hair-dye
- Lisa Sherwood (The Hag)
• Also wants to dye her hair like this
• Teaming
- Rin Yamaoka (The Spirit)
• Thinks it's cool
• Jealous
• Angry and mori me because of envy
- Carmina Mora (The Artist)
• Thinks I'm a work of art
• Lesbian panic 2.0
• Wants to draw me
• Thinks that these colors go well together and suits me very well
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For the 40th list, a special couple - Madame Tracy and Sergeant Shadwell! It should have been number 38, after the week that was dedicated to Anathema and Newt, but Tumblr ate the draft so here we are.
As always, the stories are SFW, and the description includes rating, word count and main characters. 
Four fingers. One thumb. And a bouquet. by @be-kind-to-each-otter   - rated G, 398 words. Summary: "Oh, Mister Shadwell… You remembered?" He hadn't. ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ In which Tracy catches Shadwell in the entryway to their flats with a bouquet of flowers in hand.
Christmas Spirits by Argyle - rated G, 445 words. Summary: Captain Ffolkes was dead, to begin with.
The Arrangement by ngk_is_cool (me!) - rated G, 8.3K. Summary: Marjorie Potts always knew she was different. Not only because she preferred dyeing her hair over gushing over a pretty flower, but also because she can speak with ghosts. Armed with the armour of righteousness, a secret, freshly dyed red hair and a heavy wallet (a goodbye gift from Ms. Anning, who was kind enough to show her a treasure that was hidden in the wall of her former house), she left her village in favour of the big city, to seek new adventures and change the world.
Friends and Comrades by HopeCoppice - rated G, 500 words. Summary: The day before Madame Tracy moves in next door, Shadwell has a completely normal day with his friends and comrades - with no idea how his life is about to change.
A Little Bungalow, Somewhere Outside London by bethagain - rated G, 557 words. Summary: Shadwell's not much for conversation. Tracy finds that she's just fine with that.
Old Witchfinders Never Die by PeniG - rated G, 5.6K. Also Aziraphale, Crowley, The Them and Death. CW - secondary character death. Summary: Even someone who doesn't take any better care of himself than Sgt. Shadwell can last a long, long time with the help of an angel, a demon, and the Hoor of Babylon. But that doesn't mean he's any readier to go when Death comes for him.
Witchfinding for Beginners  by @unproblematicme - rated T, 420 words. Summary: Communication is key. Sometimes it doesn’t quite fit.
A Year In The Life of Marjorie Potts by @moveslikebucky - rated T, 1.8K. Summary: Marjorie Potts moves to London in August of 1966. This is her first year there.
Never Too Old by tikli - rated T, 403 words. Summary: A missing scene set immediately after Sergeant Shadwell had "popped the question".
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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Pretty please can we get a reunion between Posie and Poppy 🥺🥺🙏🏾🙏🏾
Are you ready for this?? Poppy has been so concerned with her Sissy, and even when she returned to the estate, she was so easily overwhelmed and got migraines often, so she stayed in her room more often than not. Poppy can be such a timid child, that she kept her distance, even though she didn't want to
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A Best Friend
Summary: Poppy meets Daisy, but finally sees her big sissy
Pairings: Jax/Posie/Daisy X Poppy
Rating: 🥺🥺
Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  750
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Jax stands in Poppy’s doorway a moment, the little girl’s head pressed up against the baby doll, and it isn’t until he hears her whisper Daisy, that he fully realizes what she’s doing; practicing her techniques on the doll.  Only the softest of movements with the doll, even laying her in a Moses basket, before she realizes he’s even there.
“Jackie, why aren’t you with Sissy?” she nervously scratches at her nose, and moves closer to her bunny pen in the room.  
“Well, little bit,” he answers, sitting on the bed, and he taps on her floral mattress to join him.  “Posie wanted me to go find you.  You haven’t met your niece, and your sissy misses you so much.  I think she was looking forward to see you the most.”
Poppy shakes her head no, “She wants to see Oakie the most.  They’re...they’re...uh, what does Nana call them?  Synced together, spirits.  Yeah, something like that.”
“Poppers, that may be true, but you know why she wants to see you the most?” Poppy only shrugs her shoulders, trying to give him a meek smile.  “You’re soft, warm, and tender.  The boys they don’t understand that too much noise hurts Posie’s head.  She’s tired and sleeps a lot, but sometimes it gets lonely up there with just me and Daisy, while Posie sleeps.  Daisy needs another pretty little girl to keep her company.”
Poppy slowly licks her lips, and starts scratching at her head.  “You promise?” Jax smiles and whispers out a yes, “I miss her.”
“I know you do.  She misses you.  She was feeding Daisy when I came looking for you.  Shall we go upstairs to our room?” Poppy doesn’t answer, just jumps off the bed with a smile.  Skipping to the door, she turns back around to look at Jax, extending her hand.  “I’m coming, angel,” With a scrunched nose smile, she leads the way to Posie’s room.
She stops in the doorway, watching her sister smile and baby talk to the tiny little baby.  Almost remembering when Posie did that with Oakley.  “You know,” Posie starts talking without looking away from Daisy.  “You were the first baby I ever held.  I didn’t want to hold Thorne, because he cried if he was away from mom, but you were just this delicate little thing.  It was the first time I ever saw daddy cry,” she looks over at her baby sister, tears in her eyes, and she taps the bed beside her.
Poppy skips over, and crawls into the bed.  Her eyes looking at Daisy’s blue ones, before she looks up at Posie.  “I prayed, begged, wished, and did all the things for you.  Just as much as mom and dad did.  We all wanted you and Thorne, Popsie.  They came to the school to get me, just to tell me mom was pregnant with you.  I was twelve, but daddy still held me like he does you now.”
Posie reaches over, and wipes the tears that fall down Poppy’s chubby cheeks.  “You’ll never realize how special you are, sissy.  You may be this quiet and shy little thing, but you...you brighten everyone’s days.  I’m so happy that my little flower, seems to be just like you were.  I hope that she’s only half as sweet a little girl as you are.  Because if she is, goah, I’m going to be a lucky woman.”
Poppy sniffles, giving her a smile, “But she was an accident?”
“Yeah,” Posie looks up at Jax, giving him her own tearful smile.  “But such a happy one.  I didn’t think I would become a mother at my age.  I also didn’t think I would fall in love,” Poppy’s finger plays around with Posie’s daisy ring, and then she looks at that tiny little baby.  “Life is funny.  But it’s so beautiful.  You’re special, because you know how beautiful it is.”
“I thought you were going to die,” her face distorts, and she hides it in Posie’s arm.  Posie looks up at the ceiling trying to hold her tears in.  With a few long strides, Jax goes to pick Daisy up out of her arms, and she pulls the little girl into her lap, just rocking her.  “No one would tell me what was wrong, but I could feel it.  You did, didn’t you?”
“Poppy...”
“It’s doesn’t matter.  You’re here now, and you gave me a cousin.”
“Niece.”
“Sister,” Poppy counters.
"Niece.”
“Best friend?” she asks, those sweet eyes gazing up at Posie.
“A best friend, Posie kisses the top of her sister’s head, running her arm up and own her back soothingly.  Do you wanna hold her?”
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owlsinlargehats · 2 years
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Digimon Ghost Game Rambles: Sometimes, Dead Isn’t Better
Episode 33-Kiyo is babysitting Gammamon again, who has Piccolomon over as a playdate. Piccolomon eats Gammamon’s chocolate, causing the two to fight. Piccolomon eventually uses its Bit Bomb attack, but not before Kiyo notices and opens the digital field to save his dorm, but not himself. He awakes in a weird pitch black place, with one light shining from above/forward. Kiyo says he should go to it, and his body rushes forward. Once through the light he stands in a field of pink flowers, but then a strong wind blows it all away and KIyo stands in his now monochrome rooms, a voice calling to him. He begins to panic before Jellymon shocks him awake. Kiyo researches what that place might have been, finding a site saying it is a place between life and death. Kiyo freaks out, then starts hearing the voice again, whispering violence and threats with the air of a child singing a rhyme. Kiyo sees a doctor then Mummymon to find the source of the voice and explain his near death experience, but neither are helpful, though Mummymon does have a drug capable of putting someone in a near death state. Kiyo has two accidents happen to him at the behest of the voice, making him rightfully paranoid that it wants to kill him. Jellymon, Hiro and Gammamon pick him up from work and try to take him home, but everything scares him more. Ruli consults with Mummymon again and he says a dead Digimon must be the voice Kiyo is hearing. Ruli calls Hiro to pass the info on, but at the same time Kiyo is nearly hit by a truck, falling on his neck poorly and dying again. Once in the between world, the Digimon Sepikmon chases Kiyo to drag him across the Sanzu River so Kiyo can die and they can be friends. Kiyo manages to get away and call Hiro from the between world, telling them about Sepikmon before getting caught. Jellymon says she’ll take Mummymon’s dangerous drugs and goes to the inbetween world, getting an energy boost from the drug and rushing to save Kiyo. With Kiyo and Sepikmon safely dragged out of the inbetween world, Kiyo is no longer dead and Sepikmon gets deported to a graveyard, where it has all the dead friends it could wish for.
This episode is like, really fucking good? I mean, Kiyo fucking DIES. TWICE. And later to save him Mummymon injects Jellymon with drugs that get her so high SHE dies and goes ballistic on Sepikmon. Also how cool is it that Sepikmon got an episode based on its silly little reference book entry. Though I’m only interested in that idea because I’m watching Digimon Frontier again since it had a 20th? Anniversary recently and I never finished it(‘cause I don’t really like it, but I’m willing to give it a second chance), and in one episode Sepikmon shows up and tries to kill Bokomon and Neemon for the same reasons as GG’s Sepikmon but it’s a 2 minute exchange that is only there to show off Takuya’s new connection to the spirit or whatever. This episode feels like it was written by someone who watched that one episode of Frontier and thought “But I wanna see more Sepikmon.” And they created a 20 minute horror movie that fucking slaps. Speaking of the run time, I sometimes find the pacing in Ghost Game episodes to be a bit weird, with the endings being a bit too faced paced, but this episode did a very good job with pacing. Not a second was wasted and the story’s momentum never faltered. There are only two VERY small things I dislike about this episode. 1. When Kiyo is hiding in the alley and Sepikmon finds him the light over his eye should have been blocked but it wasn’t. 2. Mostly a subs issue, but did the translator really have to use ‘Styx’ as the river in this episode. Unless I’m totally wrong here, I’m pretty sure the river in this episode is a specific eastern mythology thing and they could have just used that river's name and everyone would have gotten the idea through context clues, or looked up the river and learned something. There’s a delicate balance one has to take with localizing parts of a show an overseas audience wouldn’t get, but I feel subbing asian mythology for greek mythology is a bad way to do it. 
Next time on Ghost Game, Salamandamon seems to be back, last appearing as a victim in the Sealsdramon episode. Hope it fares better this time. Or not, since it might be an antagonist.
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papswife-1 · 2 years
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In the meantime some more headcanons!!
ROMANTICISM!
Freddy: "Romawhat? Are from Italy?" At the beginning he didn't get it, mostly because he is romantic without knowing. Freddy is the type of guy that don't know what Romanticism is, BUT, he give you a rose every friday fr lift your spirit after a terrible week. All weeks if you work for Fazbear, so... "I can explain what a fountain is, but this...roman-ti-cis-m thing looks difficult. Oh! Anyway Y/N, I brought you sone chocolate! I saw humans do that often for express affection. And some flowers too! This one are red and pretty, I think they are Roses?"
Monty: Same as Freddy, but this time for real. Not only he doesn't know that exist but also how to express it! HE IS NOT ROMANTIC. AT ALL. However, seeing couples during Valentines day could turn on something on him. He's used to be disliked, even hated, so in the moment you became romantic or express affection he explode inside. He's tsundere. Not because he's mean, Monty is just not used to affection. He'll learn for you❤
Roxy: She's the best! But also...really dramatic....She doesn't bring you a bunch of roses, no, no. She brings you all the garden. She overdo. Maybe too much ^^' ? Roxy intension is not make you feel unconfortable, but she's determinated to show you how much she's better than the others AND the best partner you could ask for. Mostly because she's scared if she doesn't do enough, you could grow bored and leave. Just reassure her everything she gives you is fine! And if it is not all the plushes of the pizzaplex it's better. Your boss still want you to pay for them, BUT YOU CAN'T TELL HER!! SHE'S SOO CUTE!!
Chica: She struggle for affection, but scared of smell. Her trash problem have a lot of consequences, not all pleasant. She loves you, she would die for you or a hug, but she's terrified of your reaction. However, she still would send you little notes with written: "I want you to be the last slice of my pizza! The tastiest one". YES! SHE'S FLIRTY! She can!t sing for you and have problems with hugs, but when you are going to tell her she DOESN'T SMELL and even so yiu would hug her anyway....you're doomed. The chick will always run towards you for hugs and little kisses on the head. Still a lot of notes on your desk every morning with: "I love you" at the end of EVERY OF. THEM.
Sun: He's better at conversations? He panick constantly because he doesn't know if what he's doing is fine, or enough. He struggles with pick up lines...usually when he use them it end up bad...he preferst kisses ti the point he would immediatly ask you to jump the honey and go for the bees.
Moon: He's the king. Not only for cuddles but for romantic meals. Roses on the desk/pillow/shirt/lunch box. Little poetry, obviously in rime. Slow dances with you in the dark with nice music in the background. There's nothing to do. He just know how to do it *hands up*
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Haven’t updated in a bit, Loretta showed up for real this time in the Haligtree, she’s pretty fun to fight (other than the part where I died with one hit left like 3 times). And the arena had another statue of Miquella and Malenia and... I dunno, I’ve heard some people say its Radagon? But I’m not sure.
Elphael has got to be one of the most beautiful locations, I love it... I do not love the revanants roaming around though, one of my least favorite enemies. I found Finlay’s ashes and can see why everyone ships her and Malenia, its really cute ;A; Now that’s devotion!! The flowers in the final part were beautiful too, and I once again found Millicent (after following a guide for her quest, because she goes to the most random locations with no indication...) and fought her sisters off after fighting an ulcerated tree spirit (why is it always ulcerated tree spirit?) And she had removed the needle and was letting herself rot, so of course, she died.....
Shortly after was Malenia herself, at the base of the tree, which looks like a giant Miquella (and you can see where his cocoon was probably removed from). Her voice is very attractive...
And then I spent the next three days stuck on her, people weren’t kidding about how hard she is, took forever just to see phase 2 the first time... Phase 2 is somehow even more gorgeous, the butterflies!! And well, I can’t say no to a beautiful, toned woman with broad shoulders and rotting skin and no eyes beating me up ❤️ She lived up to the hype! I refused to use summons or ash, because I’m way too stubborn, but I tried out rivers of blood and it was a game changer, got to phase 2 much more easily, and was eventually able to do it. Figuring out how to dodge the second time she uses scarlet aeonia is what did it I think? Turns out its best to just run behind her, trying to dodge it just got me one-shot every time... waterfowl wasn’t too bad AS LONG as 1. I saw it in time 2. I wasn’t point-blank. I could often dodge with no damage if those conditions were met, but well, point blank meant instant death (unless I could bleed her out of it). It was way harder to read in phase 2 because so many of her attacks start with her floating there, but she didn’t use it as much either. And the clone attack also wasn’t too bad AS LONG as I wasn’t point blank, its easy to read, and you just run backwards.
I was shaking so much when I beat her, I felt accomplished! She reminds me in some ways of Zero (DOD3), I mean a woman with a prosthetic arm and a parasitic flower in her that ends up being the hardest fight in the game? (Final Song still remains the hardest boss I’ve ever done though) Phase 2 even reminds me a bit how Zero is reborn from the Flower....
And returning the unalloyed gold needle gave me Miquella’s needle! Actually this is part of the reason why I really don’t think Mohg was being manipulated by Miq, he’s trying to avoid outer god influences, and Mohg is heavily aligned with the Formless Mother, an outer god, and the blood he’s offering to the cocoon likely has her influence. And look at how twisted his arm has become, I doubt that’s what he wants, doesn’t seem that useful in helping Malenia... I personally believe the darkest interpretation and like it the best as well. Fearsome his potential may be, but he was in a vulnerable state...
I had forgotten about that seal Morgott made, and went back and got down to the frenzy flame door, but I’m still waiting to open it... I’m planning on doing Fia’s ending, but I have the needle so I can at least see it... Didn’t realize the merchants had such a horrifying history, I can’t exactly blame them for bringing about the flame of frenzy...
Diallos’ quest had a heartbreaking ending... it’s like Ludwig all over again, so I just lied, let him die happy at least... and well, he did save at least one life, so that’s worth something... he’s inspired that young jar ;A;
Had enough seedbed curses to finish Dung Eater’s quest as well, I still wish they’d let you see what you do to him when you use them, I want to see!! Sounds incredibly painful, I must know... Got a mending rune from it too, so I can apparently choose to curse everyone for all eternity?? OKAY SURE. I love that this is an actual option they give you.
His Omen set had an interesting line about the “heart of an Omen without the body to match”...so Omen are thought to be inherently evil like that? Of course Morgott wanted to show otherwise, but Mohg really went okay fine then I’ll be exactly what everyone thinks an Omen is like
I also fed Gurranq the rest of the roots, he attacked me after one, but seemed regretful of it, something is going on here... he seems cursed... and he disappeared after it was all consumed, still hungering for death...
Sidequests out of the way I went off in the direction of the kiln of the first flame or whatever it is, and fought the fire giant, after Malenia that wasn’t bad at all, so long as I paid attention to where I stepped...I’m getting close to the end now I feel...
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