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floofgryph · 4 months

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Name: Leofgyð Collingwood-Huxtable III

Species: Human-elf hybrid

Birthday: September 23rd

Age: 89 (chronologically), 37 (biologically)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Occupation: Witch, noble, rebel

Abilities: She often prefers using her black magic grimoire, but she’s gained a few magical abilities from her elf mother. Leofgyð possesses heightened awareness, which means she can perceive the presence and emotions of other people easily. She also has exceptional proficiency in archery and is extremely agile, being able to dodge numerous projectiles. Leofgyð is capable of healing from any damage inflicted upon her to such an extent that she can even reattach severed limbs. She has the power to manipulate the wind and air, and, to a lesser extent, clouds.

Personality: She pretends to highly disgust the poor, but she secretly believes that everyone should be treated equitably. She cares about the rich and poor, forever her respect and kindness is directed towards those who are genuinely good people. Leofgyð often seeks to attain her ends through guileful means, possessing the skill to conceal her aims and methods from other people. She prefers to do exactly what she desires by indulging in her personal pleasures such as gambling and teasing people. She has a clear understanding of many facts about the New World and a few subjects such as astrology, jurisprudence, and magic. She’s willing to lend a helping hand and share her knowledge with other individuals that she seems worthy or has taken pity on. She’s capable of paying attention to the needs, wishes, and feelings of those she interacts with or wants to help. Leofgyð is able to show genuine concern for those who are experiencing hardship and personal misfortunes. Due to her altruism, lack of social narcissism, and good sense of humour, she’s quite charismatic. She’s marked by gracious courtesy and high-minded consideration, especially when interacting with other women. She can multitask, and easily adjust to new conditions and situations, allowing her to be competent in many things. She’s a flirtatious perfectionist who has a constant need to be admired and a habit of setting unrealistically high expectations for herself. Leofgyð usually strives to please others in order to feel more loved and valued within her relationships as well as to maintain harmony and avoid conflict.

Likes: Arsinoe, creating written/spoken codes and ciphers, falconry, the sound of café chatter, going for a walk during rainy days, intricate jewellery, and the performing arts.

Dislikes: Being caught in a thunderstorm, know-it-alls, her handwriting, those who disrespect her, chauvinism, uninteresting adventures, and mistreatment of the poor.

Physical and outfit appearance: Her approximate height is 7 ft (213.36 cm) and she has a mesomorphic rectangular body type with fairly defined hips, slim arms, and slightly broad shoulders. Her skin is a lovely sienna and she has heterochromia eyes: her right eye is a sparkling aquamarine and her left is like muddy brown. She has pointed ears that are slightly drooping and her medium hair with backswept layers is a golden bronze.

She wears a silk voluminous ball gown of jagger purple with floral embroidery made from silvery and golden thread. The ball gown has an elegant cowl neckline, elbow-length tiered sleeves, and a vivid violet bodice. She has an elaborate bleached cedar hat that has black glittery veil, which is decorated with artificial garden flowers and a male golden pheasant feather. She has ruffled lace glacier choker, a pink pearl necklace, and five rings: a hexagonite cocktail ring on her right index finger; a diamond statement ring on her right middle finger; a golden dome ring on her right ring finger; an alexandrite solitaire ring on her left middle finger; a carnelian signet ring on her left index finger.

Equipment: An ancient grimoire of black magic, golden kiseru, a matterhorn umbrella, her father’s sabre, an enchanted bow and arrow made from an oak tree, a Komodo dragon skull, and a gifted hot air balloon that has a viridian green, tapestry, and hokey pokey yellow envelope.

Family:

Leofgyð Collingwood-Huxtable II (great-great-great-grandmother)

Uhtric Collingwood-Huxtable (father)

An unnamed elf mother

Biography: On September 23rd, she was born into a wealthy family where her mother is an elf witch and her father is a human warlock noble. Once born, her mother abandoned her family in pursuit of forbidden knowledge and gaining more magical power. Her father decided to name her after his great-great-great-grandmother and great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. Despite being half-elf, Leofgyð’s father didn’t care and treated her like everyone else. Uhtric constantly spoiled her with exotic gifts, told her stories about his adventures around the New World, and taught her how to wield magic. Her father secretly cared about the poor, but often tried to hide it from the other nobles in fear of being ostracised himself. However, he would teach his daughter the importance of equity and peace, but she had difficulty understanding it at first. During her adolescent years, Leofgyð eventually understood what her father taught her after witnessing the unfair treatment of the poor. This would change her perspective on the Xuissedora Empire and would try to help the poor earn peace and strengthen their human rights. Leofgyð always manages to cover up her tracks and pretend that she isn’t helping them. She would eventually catch word about a magical travelling merchant and became enamoured by the description of her natural beauty.

@ask-liam-and-co

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #witch #noble #rebel #lesbian #elf #human #hybrid #might go through a couple of changes and add ons but let's see

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coffee-n-ocs · 9 months

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Exosis (Music OCs): Viola Wilbur (2014)

The lead singer and frontwoman of 'Exosis', Viola is an open book, if that book were an encyclopaedia, preferring to dress in blue, Vi is often cool, calm and collected.

"Me and my band would like to talk to you."

Name

Full Legal Name: Carina Violante Wilbur (Née Busto) First Name: Carina Meaning: Late Latin name derived from 'Cara' meaning 'Dear, Beloved' Pronunciation: ka-REE-na Origin: English, Portuguese, Spanish, German, Late Roman Middle Name: Violante Meaning: Latin form of 'Yolanda', which is from the medieval French 'Yolande', which was probably a form of the name 'Violante', which was itself a derivative of Latin 'Viola' 'Violet' Pronunciation: vee-o-LAN-teh Origin: Late Roman, Italian Surname: Wilbur (Née Busto) Meaning: From the nickname 'Wildbor' meaning 'Wild boar' in Middle English (Busto: From the name of towns in Spain and Italy, derived from Late Latin 'Bustum' meaning 'Ox Pasture' Pronunciation: WIL-ber (BOOS-to) Origin: English (Spanish, Italian) Aliases: Carina Busto, Viola Wilbur Nicknames: Cari, Rina, Rin, Arin, Ari, Lante, Lan, Viola, Vi Titles: Miss, Mrs

Characteristics

Age: 36 Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns Race: Human Nationality: American Ethnicity: African-American - Kenyan Birth Date: 26th June 1978 Sexuality: Lesbian Religion: Christian Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese Relationship Status: Married Astrological Sign: Cancer Face Claim(s): Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, Alicia Keys, Rihanna, Gabrielle Union, Willow Smith, India Arie, Esperanza Spalding

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Del Mar, San Diego County, California, USA Current Location: 'On Tour'

Appearance

Height: 5'5" / 166 cm Weight: 140 lbs / 63 kg Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Hair Dye: None Body Hair: N/A Facial Hair: N/A Tattoos: 1 (A line of 10 small white stars going down her spine) Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both), Septum Scars: None Clothing Style: Mainly Blues, dresses, skirts, highly feminine

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed Medications: None Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Exosis Friends: Winona Tomahawk, Duke McManus, Lita McManus Enemies: None Noted Yet Mentor: None Significant Other: Amethyst Wilbur (35, Wife) Previous Partners: None of Note Parents: Magnus Busto (57, Father), Olivia Busto (58, Mother, Née Lobo) Parents-In-Law: Barnabas Wilbur (56, Father-In-Law), Indigo Wilbur (59, Mother-In-Law, Née Padmore) Siblings: Regina Busto (33, Sister), Rosalia Busto (30, Sister), Serena Busto (27, Sister) Siblings-In-Law: Iris Wilbur (32, Amethyst's Sister), Lavender Wilbur (29, Amethyst's Sister), Lilac Wilbur (26, Amethyst's Sister), Prince Wilbur (23, Amethyst's Brother) Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Bartender & Barista Tropes: (These are purely theoretical for how I would write her)

Beautiful Singing Voice: The reason she is the lead singer of Exosis

Colour-Coded For Your Convenience: Usually dresses in Blue

Know-Nothing Know-It-All: At times

The Leader: as the frontwoman

Throwback Threads: Viola prefers to wears 70s and 80s style outfits to perform

Trademark Favourite Food: Pizza (Specifically Deep-dish peperoni)

-Design to come in group pic-

#original character #Viola Wilbur #Viola #Wilbur #music oc #Exosis #Carina Violante Busto #Carina Violante Wilbur #Carina Busto

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dollxholic · 2 years

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𝐘𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐗𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦. . .

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎𝐘𝐔𝐍

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 0:58 ━━❍─────── 3:35

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎name: YIN AXSION. [jīn / axe - zhn] derived from the words “yin” in yin and yang, for his first name. “ax” from “axle” added together with “sion” from “vision, illusion.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎age: SIXTEEN. born on july twentieth. at least, he’s physically sixteen. as a fae, he and lilia have lost count of his actual age.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎height: 182.7CM. [5’9.9]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎class: 1-B. he shares the same class with jack howl and epel felmier.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎best subject: ANCIENT CURSES. he’s abnormally great at curses, ever since a young age. one of the first thing he ever said was a curse he recalled his father once muttering.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎worst subject: ASTROLOGY. he doesn’t like astrology, to put it simply. it’s a science class he has to take for credit, but he’s unhappy about it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎club: TRACK. he originally wanted to join the equestrian club because of the horses, but since Sebek joined he decided not to. he wanted something physical and chose track.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hobbies: DESIGNING CLOTHES. he’s great with his hands, all the motions he does with the needle and thread are always graceful. MARTIAL ARTS + SWORD FIGHTING. in his free time, he trains in the art of swordsmanship, but prefers physical hand to hand combat, or very close range weapons. COOKING. he’s the main chef at diasomnia, since lilia raised him. he decided he had to learn to survive. CARETAKING. he takes care of all the animals silver brings home or the ones that follow him back.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎likes: PLAYS. he really enjoys watching people perform on stage, and works with the drama club and Vil to create and deliver costumes, in return he gets to watch their practice. SKIING. unlike some fae, he doesn’t mind the cold. he enjoys the feeling of the snow, and just laying in it, or skiing in it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dislikes: SEBEK’S SCREAMING. can’t understand why his dad adopted him sometimes, finds the boy’s screams to be ear piercing, just talk normally he begs.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎twisted from: MALEFICENT’S SPINDLE. he comes from the needle or spindle sleeping beauty pricks her finger on, and ties into a bit of the curse aspect.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎unique magic: BEWARE MY CURSE. “ I bear no ill will, fall into a sleep-like death!” his incantation is normally followed or started with the words, ‘i’m sorry.’ his unique magic lets him put people to sleep that is so incredibly deep that it’s almost as though they’ve stopped breathing. the scary part about it is he’s able to curse a room filled of people at once, without it draining to much of his energy. after lilia’s training and guidance, he tries to avoid ever using his unique magic.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎overview: yin has dual hair, black and blonde, the stray bits dyed a little by lilia to make it a bit better. his hair has naturally changed overtime, some rumors speculating from one of his curses when training at a young age. his hair is way past his knees to the floor even tied up in a high ponytail. his eyes are a golden hue and his height is 182.7 cm. he’s lean and well built, years of dedicated training behind it. one of his ears are pierced. he looks like an androgynous beauty according to some bystanders but he himself is not aware of it if he were. he’s normally seen in formal attire, this can range anywhere from diasomnia dorm uniform to a ruffled shirt dated back to five hundred years ago that people call fancy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎overview: yin is a person with a bit of a complex side to him which can be hard to uncover behind him acting as a shadow. he does not want to scare others, and is hyperaware that he’s a fae, a powerful one at that, who scares others. he has no problem socializing, but watches people from afar. he will not intervene or talk to others unless invited, or extremely serious. he wants others to be happy, and bears no ill will. even if he wants to join in, he seems content alone so long as others are happy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he is a big brother at heart, taking care of silver and the dorm by himself sometimes. he cares for the students and family, and goes out of his way to ensure they’re safe. though it may be unwarranted with some students, who see him as cursed. he is keen to sensing their discomfort or attitude with him, and decides not to push anything and allow them to stay away from him. so long as they are happy, he will be fine, he tells himself.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he feels lonely, truthfully, but doesn’t let that show. he has lilia, malleus, and silver. he feels as though he needs to be secluded because he is a dangerous figure. one that can cause great harm. when he was a child, the single thought of him being dangerous was drilled into him, that he could harm with ease and for that he would need to surpress himself and avoid harming others.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he would stay on the casual scale, to the secluded one, like a true fae. he’s someone that admires from a distance, and can only be admired back from a distance. he isn’t one who cares much for his looks or beauty, nor the thought of perfection. he hasn’t even cut his hair in well over a hundred years. he isn’t driven by much at the moment, and seems to be making his way through life with the thought of simply being available for others if they want him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he loves animals, but only raises the one silver finds himself bringing home at the time since they cling to him. once you get him started, you can see the light in his eyes, as he tries to compose himself. for now, he’s content with being mainly alone, keeping himself away from others for their safety but being the big brother they want if needed.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ backstory: yin was born into a renowned fae family which were loyal to the ruler of the briar valley, maleficient. his family were ancient curse researchers and creators, the ability to create them was already frightening, but upon yin’s birth things took a whole different turn. the very first thing yin had muttered after speaking was a curse, not just any, but an advanced and almost forgotten one even his father himself couldn’t figure out.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎moments after the baby utter the words, chaos ensued. due to this, he was known as a cursed child. he had the ability since being a baby to easily recognize a curse’s pronunciation and use it, without even knowing the outcome. this made him a danger that not even his family could control, hence no longer wanted. they couldn’t find use in keeping a child which would only cause them harm no matter how much a prodigy he was.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they couldn’t exactly throw away such a huge prodigy but due to not wanting him, he had been taken by general lilia vanrouge to be raised under his supervision. he’d cause a lot of property damage and physical damage onto others as he grew up. he was always told by others they wanted nothing to do with him, including his own family. his mother could barely dare look at him in fear of incurring something.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he spent the majority of his childhood training, doing his best to control his ability. as a toddler he couldn’t control himself as he didn’t know better, but after understanding he did his best to not disappoint his dad and train with him. it was found out relatively early through testing that he could create his own curses, some without incantations. once again, this added to the fear people had of him despite him being completely docile and almost sorrowful that others would have to go near him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎after an incident involving his unique magic, he has avoided using it unless it were a necessity. he sometimes has dreams of the past and tends during those nights to stay up while unable to sleep. his life had mainly been him hiding from people or gazing from afar, even while in control. his dad has tried to get him to converse, but he’s accepted his fate as a background character destined to be avoided.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎his loneliness can be seen at times. malleus is avoided from fear and seeks human warmth, while yin is avoided from fear and avoids human warmth. he would undoubtedly love friends and is kind while also polite but he quickly moves out of everyone’s way to not be awkward. to him, it matters little whether people vocalize that they’re alright near him when he knows everyone’s also just being polite and want to avoid him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎recently, though, with the addition of silver he has a more brotherly and mature side to him. he thinks of silver as a younger brother even if there’s no blood between the two. he adores the boy and takes care of him, one of the only humans that doesn’t stray from his touch nor company. he’s also adjusting to dorm life and is aware of the rumors also amongst his dorm members, taking to being a caretaker from afar.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to this point of time starting his first year at nrc, he’s a little awkward but trying his best.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dominant hand: AMBIDEXTROUS. primarily right-handed despite having the capability of both. after training with lilia went younger, a spell backfired and broke his dominant arm for months. unable to write, he trained his other hand and still knows how to write with it, despite the messier outcome.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎favorite food: A SECRET RECIPE. he once ate something made by his great-grandfather. the man met him once, and fed him a secret recipe the family had. and although he can’t remember the taste of the meal, he just remembers it was warm and the only thing his family ever gave to him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎least favorite: LILIA’S COOKING. nothing makes a man more fearful than his dad’s cooking. yin’s become the cook of the dissomnia dorm, if he’s not cooking then everyone should make a run.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fae: UNIDENTIFIED. this information is crossed out.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎nicknames: FUGU. floyd’s nickname for yin, a sea creature that is from a pufferfish family. this is due to all the prickly needles he carries. MONSIEUR DREAMBARER. rook refers to him as the bringer of sleep, or one who gives sleep. this is a mixture of his unique magic, and the rumors surrounding him. TERRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A FAE. sebek has given yin the privilege of being yelled at frequently with this attached to his name since he is a full fae who does not use formalities or acts respectable.

my first attempts at candy, icon, fake screenshot, and etc. please ignore bad shading! tried to format myself, please don’t hate it or i might be sad. finally got to uploading this!! the playlist was made by shino. cara, vender, and yun are all ocs made together with friends x.

#twst wonderland oc #twst oc #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland oc #yinaxision.💌

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jeevanjali · 2 months

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Astro Upay: ये राशि वाले भूलकर भी न बांधें काला धागा, फायदे की जगह हो सकता है नुकसानKaala Dhaga Kaise Pahnein: अक्सर लोग छोटे बच्चों को बुरी नजर से बचाने के लिए उनके हाथ, पैर या गर्दन पर काला धागा बांधते हैं। धार्मिक मान्यता के अनुसार बुरी नजर या शनि दोष से बचने के लिए काला धागा बांधा जाता है।

#Astro tips for money #black thread astro tips #black thread negative energy #jyotishiya upay #zodiac signs happiness #black thread benefits #benefits of black thread #loss of black thread #astrology #aries #Astrology News in Hindi #Astrology Hindi News

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yunalai · 10 months

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a vague motion of the hand at the sky. pitch-black, save for the twinkling stars, guiding all those who wandered through the darkest nights. not that they were lost. draven simply found it pleasant to stop and look up at late hours.

he doesn't turn head, but makes sure he's loud enough to get the princess' attention.

" hey. ya think some people actually can tell somethin' from lookin' into the stars or that's just a bunch of charlatans like most fortune tellers? "

no, it's not the beer. the noxian does have genuine bouts of poetic wonderings. sure, he believed in the figure of the reaper wolf, heard stories of mount targon, but some things were still uncertain. whatever. it was still pretty...

// base. was reading on astrology stuff for giggles then draven got philosophical heck

the cold of the night bites at her skin, but Qiyana dares not step inside just yet. she too has been caught staring at the sky, the dancing stars above them, the planets too far for the eye to catch, and the infinite dark.

when the question comes it is unexpected, but she answers it as if she had practiced.

" I believe it. you can tell a lot when you stop to read the threads of everything. from the stars to pebbles, anything natural has a story to tell. if we can hear the voice of the jungle, some the voice of the Kindred, some their celestial and Freljordian gods, who are we to say there aren't people out there who can understand what the stars tell us? "

" there are stories in Ixaocan. very old, ancient even. they tell of a creature taller than anyone else, always walking along with her staff, and who'd aid anyone in need. constellations danced on her skin and in return for kindness, she told them the advice the sky had for them. "

her fingers tap along the stone wall as a sigh leaves her. no matter how grandiose she feels, how powerful, how godly, a part of her always felt crushed by the immense power of the cosmos above them. respect power and in turn, power respects you.

" would you ask her? if you had the chance to, would you ask what the stars are weaving for you? "

#axewhirl #⍙ — [ answered ]#⍙ — [ yunalai ]#[ see these two can be philosophical sometimes ]#[ not just hungry and violent ]

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spookfished · 1 year

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tagged by @eldritch-elrics i forgot if i answered this yet lol

Nickname: kade

Sign: i didnt know this off the top of my head until a couple years ago when i started hanging out with a bunch more astrology ppl lol. taurus sun / leo moon / taurus rising

Height: 5 3

Last Thing I Googled: “parking ticket [my school]" for work

Song Stuck In My Head: miracles wayv. truly wayv isnt about songs that are good or bad

Number of Followers: without porn bots 120

Amount of Sleep: 6 hours -_- never going to take another 9:30am class in my life if i can help it

Lucky Number: all numbers are lucky. im taking linear algebra rn so im going to be quirky and say the zero vector

Dream Job: a job with minimal mandatory social interaction that is interesting but i can leave and have time to do my own shit. im so tired of meetings and emails bye. alternatively, making coffee for 5 hours a day for 300 dollars an hour

Wearing: blaseball sunbeams tshirt (thanks jasmine :3) and black shorts (its 65 today!)

Movies/Books That Summarize You: Omniscient Readers Viewpoint By Sing Shong. um xxxholic by clamp. the collection of tales by hans christian andersen. the princess bride

Favorite Song: uhh digging into my last fm i think its maybe progress by idles or the decopino (not) a devil collab

Aesthetic: this is something ive been thinking about lately.... its much easier to make your look + your space nicer if you have a vision to work towards, right? but i dont really have anything cohesive like that right now..i like fish and i wear a lot of black. ive been told i look like a "gender questioning googler"

Favorite Authors: ursula vernon, terry pratchett, rf kuang

Favorite Animal Noise: any cat sounds. also my dog when she snores

Random: continuing on finns thread of talking about video games, im thinking about trying to get into guilty gear. #sibling bonding finally i will be the realest and purest gamer.

tagging @aliaoftheknives @rangerdew @reduxskullduggerry @gimmickbird if you want :3 no pressure

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truth-and-sun · 2 years

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Secrets Wrote in Crimson

The sky was a widow’s sky, bedarkened and empty, dressed in an ebon gown whose hem trailed along the fringes of eternity. A vastness that swathed him in momentary quiet broken only by the drill of his heart; a hummingbird cupped in the hands of a god. Shadows writhed at his feet and churned in the mist. Shades dulled by the ambiguity of time manifested in them. Their long, slender fingers caressing the crevices of his soul as they whispered in nearly forgotten voices. Bittersweet and soft. They spoke of fear. And they spoke of hate. He closed his eyes. Allowed the great gouts of hurt poured from their amphora to settle at the bottom of the glass. Then, armed with the faintest of smiles, he extended a hand out to the darkness.

“What are you,” -his voice flickered, straining to be heard- “Afraid of?”

The silence which answered him coaxed his eyes open. The whispers and the shadows stilled. Somewhere in the near distance were footsteps falling over the darkness like the hush of rain. A strange light flickered in the veil; someone had pricked the black, releasing a slow trickle of crimson warmth. The shadows receded from his feet as the light grew and a figure took shape. He drew in a sharp breath - the flame in his chest leapt from its wick.

She was a picture of the past. Hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of fire, fathomless eyes piercing the shadows, and a smile that hinted at the secrets stashed in her pockets; she was exactly as he remembered. His sister stood before him, shades clawing at the halo of warmth cast by the candle in her hand. Beckoned by fire. Tempered by smoke. She held the candle in one hand, and in the opposite, a book- either’s fingers stained with crimson down to the knuckle. Her gaze drifted with unhurried ease until it met his.

“The rain is speaking quietly…” she whispered, lips curled in a disquiet smile, “You can sleep, now, Little Brother.”

Then, she blew out the candle. And the dark was silent and empty once more.

The crackle of parchment against his cheek. Patter of rain against the window pane. Then quiet- but a strange quiet, a different quality of quiet.

A’gust opened his eyes just a sliver, still clinging to a dream that was already starting to fade. The details, diluted and dull, drained away like water. The memory was all but gone when he tried to scoop it up in his palms. Reluctantly, he peeled his cheek from the desk and blinked into the gloom of dust and waning light. The floor of his meager space was made into a minefield of discarded notes and empty mugs still rimmed with coffee. Books ranging in study -from Aetheric Theory to Horticulture, Astrology to Bio-organic Decomposition, and everything in between- lay in a sprawling heap at his feet. And what space wasn’t occupied by a still-born brew abandoned on its burner was filled by fresh parchment yet to be christened with more cluttered thoughts. With a tired sigh, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

The night had been a long one. Or, so he assumed. He wasn’t quite sure how long he slept. It somehow felt like both an instant and an eternity. Carefully, A’gust rose from his chair and made his way to the window. Fingers stained with alchemical residue curled into dense, velveteen fabric. Lingered as he listened to the flutter of his heart. Slow. Wavering. Touch uneasy. The why to it escaped him; he was never a fan of storms, so he figured the rain was to blame. A quick flick of the wrists and he cast the curtains aside, ushering it a thin channel of grey light. He winced at the sudden onslaught, pupils drawn into thin slits. Morning, after all.

Sharlayan woke just as the rain eased into a gentle mist, droves of scholars passing under A’gust’s window as they made for the Studium. Idle chattered carried on the wind like gossamer thread and hid beneath a distant growl of thunder. He watched them pass -weighed down with their school books and heavy cloaks- with a wistful smile. While they toiled away in their lecture halls, he’d be here. Free to sift through documents and tomes at his leisure. Such was the benefit of being an alchemist of independent study. Though, for every onze of reward came an equal measure of hardship.

A’gust turned from the window and cast his gaze about the room. Much of the night had been spent chasing threads to their fruitless ends. Misguided tangents and off-topic fixations. He flitted from topic to topic only to find himself running around in circles. A torrent of chaos kicked up by his own thoughts and curiosities. And when all was said and done, he ended up searching the same place he started from- the black paged volumes of his father’s research. A’gust pursed his lip as he found the stack of books still waiting for him on the desk’s corner. Their pages darker than the room’s shadows.

“A penchant for theatrics,” was what he said to Serai when she asked about the ominous color. Not a lie. Not entirely.

The chair groaned with protest and age as he deflated into it. A fresh piece of parchment was drawn from the stack, placed next to the inkwell. Then he stole another glance at the black books. And once again felt his heart quiver inside his chest. In truth, the black pages were due to their alchemical composition. The parchment enchanted twice over, leaving behind a glossy film that only a certain aetherically infused ink could penetrate. An ink invisible to the naked eye lest paired with a blend of sulfuric powder, bomb-ash, and a pinch of lime. Such precautions made A’gust wonder why Father felt a need to guard these secrets.

From the desk drawer, he procured a straw-string pouch. A translucent powder glimmered without the aid of light from inside when he worked it open. Only a pinch was needed.

The first volume he knew intimately well, the initial read possessed of optimistic vigor that devoured the breadth in a matter of hours. Thus his reflection cast along the dark pages when dusted with powder came as little surprise to him. Father was man before his time; an ingenuitive mind unabashed to break a few rules for the greater good. His research began with an idea; it began with a seed of hope.

A’gust fished a matchbook out of his vest pocket. Struck a single stick. Watched tender flame lick at the air before setting it to the page’s edge. Crimson letters crept from its dark depths. Eddied by the warm brush of fire, words of a now dead man followed after the match’s head:

“While she is dead, her memory will live on in my research. Nary a soul will suffer in the same way again. She was of the few plagued by a distinct lack in aetheric density, and for that her corporeal form grew more fragile with the years. If I had known sooner; been gifted more time, perhaps I might’ve devised this theory before she met her end. Nonetheless, I will press forward. See that her love for life and for people extends to the furthest reaches of this star.

On this day, I begin my proposal of the Amphora Theory. Consider a body the glass and aether the wine. A glass can only hold a definitive volume. No more lest we overfill- that being aether sickness. Some of us are blessed with deep steins for glasses: their aether strong, their reservoir undiminshable. Others are less fortunate. Theirs is but a flute. Sips of aether taken. So easily depleted. Easily drained. If the corporeal form, the spirit, and the mind are as interconnected as Sharlayan scholars predict then would it not be plausible to bolster one’s physical form with an influx of aether?

Just as a flute would shatter from a flood wine, so would a vessel with aether. Aether in high concentrations greater than vessel capacity causes profound mutations. The likes of which warp and twist the body into unrecongnizable aberrations. Let it not be the amount of aether that is the problem, but the vessel which contains it. Thus sets the stage for the Amphora Theory, and with it I plan to concoct a tincture that pushes the corporeal form in catalysis of aetheric consumption. By doing so, it allows the imbiber to consumer greater quantities of aether and in their gluttonous state begin pushing the boundaries of their vessel.

My initial draft starts with two key reagents found in the aetheric rich region of the Shroud: Tinolqa Mistletoe and the life essence found in crow’s blood. The color it renders will be my inspiration for its name - this concoction I shall call Crimson…”

Then the match went out and the page gone cold. The crimson letters seeped back into the black parchment, hidden once more.

A’gust licked his chapped lips. The Amphora Theory was everything he wished to learn and more. It had sparked hope in his chest that he may, too, find a way to reverse the damage wrought by the Final Days. Though, he learned that such good came at a distinct price. One which laid in shadows.

He flipped through the dark volume until he found a dog-eared page. There the book and its theories shifted in focus. Once more, he dusted the page and lit another match:

“Mhach was an ancient city of magic that existed during the Fifth Astral Era. These magi utilized the void to power their sorcery, using voidsent to bolster their militia. While these advances were made for one reason and one reason only -destruction of grand proportions- I believe there to be potential in their reasoning. A connection between their methodology and the aetheric manipulations cultivated by Allagan Empire.

My theory is this: should an imbiber receive a sudden influx of aspected aether, then their vessel will shift in polarity from Umbral to Astral. There the vessel will begin to morph and change, expanding by minimal degrees to accommodate this shift. And the very aspect which might invoke such reactions would come from the malignant essence of voidsent. I speak in miniscule terms- mere milionzes of voidsent blood administered over years. The exact ratio may take time to master; however my current results have been more than inspiring.

For the last several months I’ve been administering micro-doses to rodents. They’ve taken kindly to them and I’ve yet to see any lasting side effects save for a bit of aggression. Perhaps a counter balance is required to temper their growing rage…”

The match’s life flickered out. Again, the page went cold. Though his blood seemed to grow colder as he flipped to the last few pages. It was here that Auggie met a roadblock. He read those concluding pages more times than any other. Their words lingering in his mind like sunspots:

“With this newest draft of Crimson, I will begin my first test of a living mortal. And I have been fortunate enough to be given the perfect subject…”

And to that, Auggie set the books aside and dove into every other form of study he could get his hands on. To truly understand the star and its structures- that was the reason he gave for this long, arduous tangent for which spanned for now weeks. That was the reason he spoke out loud when asked. The one he gave to himself even when it was only him and his shadow in the room. But it was not the one his trembling heart whispered. No. For it spoke nothing but truth, just as it always had done time and time again.

Just as it did now. Slamming itself against the cages of his ribs as he stared at the volumes with bated breath.

“What are you…” -his voice strained to be heard in the dusty room- “Afraid of?”

The silence which answered him coaxed the second book into his hand. His eyes reflected along the glossy, black pages teemed with uncertainty. The price to pay was his ignorance; his denial that Father would ever experiment with taboo arts.

His hand trembled as he withdrew another match.

He could continue to see his adopted father as a radiant man. A figure which burned bright in the night- the proverbial candle that guided him through much of his life.

It took three strikes before the match caught.

Yet there was much he didn’t know about the man with the deep shadow and the fathomless eyes. The man whose crippled form merited hushed, urgent whispers in the streets. Whose potions and remedies were both praised and scorned in every city state.

A sudden tremor made him lose grip of the match. It tumbled to the floor, extinguished of its flame. He muttered a curse under his breath and reached for another.

No. Auggie knew the man who poured him a cup of tea every evening. Who stilled the thrum of his heart when it threatened to steal his breath and break through his chest. The man who taught him to hold the threads of creation and weave concoctions born from his own imagination. An eccentric man who told stories of ancient civilizations; taught him the constellations; praised him and loved him and looked upon him with pride when he called him son. He knew much about Father. But he knew so very, very little about the man named Parkhurst. The author of the Amphora Theory. The creator of Crimson. The man who insisted he remain in the dark and quiet.

The match finally caught, its warm halo spreading across the black pages as tender flame beckoned shadows.

He was tired of being left in the dark.

He brought the fire to the page’s edge and watched as crimson scrawl seeped from the depths:

“Crimson Trial #205 - This will be the first test upon a sentient being. A Miqo’te to be specific. They have no knowledge of what we are about to conduct; I will humor no risk of a placebo effect. Only thirty ponzes, the subject will be administered only half doses twice a day. We will see how Crimson effects their malformed heart over the span of the next decade. Today I begin the case study of A’gust Tia.”

#The Alchemists #A'gust tia #| Secrets Wrote in Crimson |#character writing

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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earlier, i was scouring the saturn return tag on twitter and, once i sifted through all the leo risings freaking out over their own return coming up here with saturn in pisces (y'all, calm down, take this from me, a li'l ol' cancer rising: it's actually not that bad; it's what follows afterwards is when you ask yourself "now, what?"), i came across a thread talking about female artists and their albums made during or after their saturn returns. among these that caught my eye included the sensual world by kate bush, (unsurprisingly) 30 by adele, funhouse by p!nk, lover and then folklore/evermore by taylor swift, joanne by lady gaga, the woman in me by shania twain, tapestry by carol king, like a prayer by madonna, and also flowers by miley cyrus, with the note that these albums were (or in miley’s case, will be) released after a major change in their lives, either to a new record label or producer or something happened in their personal life.

some male examples: soundgarden released down on the upside in 1996 when chris was 31 (i mention d.o.t.u. and not superunknown because they self-produced that album; superunknown, they were with a producer who was the absolute biggest perfectionist so they weren’t really able to fully be themselves). pearl jam took their feud with ticketmaster to court in 1994 when stone and jeff both entered their 30s: their mega-debut ten dropped when eddie was 27. green day wrote their seminal album american idiot when billie joe was 30 (prior to then, they released warning, when billie joe's saturn came back and the three of them were at a crossroads of sorts). metallica released the towering black album when james, kirk, and lars were all 27, 28, and 26 respectively. testament released souls of black and then the ritual when chuck was 28 and then 31 respectively, and eric was also 25 and 28 respectively; alex also moved to new york and went to school when he was 28, and then formed his trio when he was 32. death released symbolic when chuck was 29; poor man would be diagnosed with cancer a few years later. and anthrax released persistence of time in 1990 when scott was 26 and joey was looking at 30: they fired him when he was 32 and scott was 28. joey had his second return in 2018; james, lars, scott, and chuck b. are all #goingthroughit with me right now; chris and chuck s. would be looking at their second ones coming up here (eric definitely will, though); and alex won't have his second one for another 4 years.

i'm not a musical artist, but i am an artist.

just out of curiosity, i started looking at my art since saturn parked itself in aquarius in late 2020 just to see if it rings true (no pun intended) at all. i know, i've said i'm more interested in astronomy than astrology because astrology has always had this wack-a-doo air to it for me where astronomy is science-based. but it is interesting, though, and especially when you start thinking about those who have died right at the start of their saturn returns, namely the 27 club (biggest example of this i can think of offhand is kurt cobain, who died right at the cusp of his return). it's especially interesting in hindsight, too. if you go through my art blog to december 2020, you'll start seeing art that feels a little more real to me. art that feels like it's coming from somewhere deep inside me, whereas my soundgarden cartoons (made when saturn was in libra and i was living by myself) feel more surface level, even they do look as though i just made them.

all five of these drawings ushered me into my saturn return, starting from the busting down the pretenses in the 8th house to my dried tears as it perched itself on my moon to where it is right now in my sunny 9th, namely with my cowgirl from hell there that i made for carla harvey when quarantine started. yes, the amped and wired comic ushered me into the era of saturn in aquarius, including that one drawing of joey and lars at the diner table that was an homage to both the diner scene in pulp fiction and monk's cafe from seinfeld. all my drawings of alex were done under saturn in aquarius. every single one of them (mr. libra sun conjunct uranus with moon in capricorn and big dick energy saturn in aries, uh, yeah). i wrote fever in, fever out and all my testament fics during this period: in fact, as seasons grey will go almost down to the very second saturn enters pisces and i'm really not sure how i pulled that one off 😅 (i guess it's either that or post right as pluto enters aquarius, but... i feel something else coming there. 😉🪐)

another thing that happened to me during this saturn transit? i discovered my heritage, after not knowing pretty much my whole life, either. 42% belgian/french, 32% scottish, 16% irish, 10% scandinavian, 2% portuguese, and 1% baltic.

and naturally-

i made art there, too, with the french and scandinavian oddness, the british dry wit, and the bright colors of the latin and baltic states.

because i'm not a professional astrologer, my advice is pay attention to your own chart because your experience is going to be different from mine. not everyone is going to agree with me, either. just to really put it in perspective: saturn is one of my main planets next to mars and uranus, so i was already sort of primed for the events to unfold and thus, it's been very healing and empowering for me, even on the extra hard days. you never know: it could be the best thing to ever happen to you and a sign of the fun only starting.

#art #saturn in aquarius #saturn in the 9th house #saturn return #astrology #text

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makingspiritualityreal · 1 year

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On Spiritual Leadership

Many people have role models, gurus and authority figures they look up to. They view them as perfect, composed, imagining that they know everything and they can do anything, because they feel so good about themselves. Few realize, that to arrive at any sort of actual clarity, one must first thread the path of uncertainty.

It is my uncertainty, that forced me into the path of deeper contemplation. Any answers that I have provided to you, I have, because I know how it feels to desperately want to understand life, and struggle to do so.

When the restricted comfort of clear answers that my family disciplined environment provided stopped being enough, I was feeling so lost, it provoked me into a path of questioning. It forced the search through already established schools of thought, classical academic or spiritual, analyzing other people's lives, values and ideas, for me to try to find out who I am, only to find out who I'm not. It forced me to be stuck under other people's opression and influence, to know exactly how I can accept to be influenced, and what I won't allow.

It is through that confusion and exploration, that I was able to find and communicate the ideas that my mind gave birth to in the process, that I share with the collective, hoping they are of some value. Despite that, I grew to understand that ultimately, nothing and noone can dictate who you are for you. Not Astrology, Tarot, Human design, not any school of thought or esoteric science. Not your job, friends or even your partner or your loved ones. It is your own individual take on all of the energies above and your filter of how you experience them, that creates the idea of who you are. It is going to be your individual expression and how you yourself relate to other people, that will define YOU. Trying to strictly fit into anything only takes you so far in life, as it soon becomes a prison and destiny inevitably pushes you further on your journey.

Maybe that's the person I am for now. Maybe I'm supposed to be searching, until I experience and find something solid. Maybe I'm supposed to not know, until a certain point. Maybe there is value in the quest, even if it feels so rocky, even if it feels daunting and scary, like I can't find my feet. Maybe it's just the fear of not having anything solid to dictate my life for me that is scary. And maybe I should embrace it, and accept that whatever works, works as long as I'm happy, even if it's just for now, and that it's ok to experiment with that and change it if necessary. Maybe there is value in the journey because it takes me away from the narrow confines of thinking that life is always black and white and blind obedience would always work in my favour. Maybe I'll always be in this state, and the point is to realise that there are no absolutes in life, and you have to learn how to navigate it as you go.

There is no model to life. There is no guidebook. At the end of the day, it is your adventure, your experience, and you decide what you do with it. Noone can, or should try to tell you what to do, not even a higher force, which you are after all a part of. All that matters is how connected you are to yourself.

That can scare many of us, because in one way or another, we are often raised to adapt or conform to other people's values. I certainly was, because of my south node in the 8th house, which became a comfort zone. Yet for years now I have been pushed to try to find my own path (2nd house dasha)....and it hasn't been an easy quest, as it left a trail of suffering on its way. People rarely treated me well, when I tried to find or establish myself, because when you take a stand for yourself, everyone around you who never has taken a stand for anything authentic ends up feeling uncomfortable.

There were many moments I wished I never felt lost, scared or directionless. I look back on my earlier life, growing up feeling so pressured to be what everyone else told me to be. Forced to adapt to someone else's idea of me, so that I'm loved and accepted, and hating that. Growing up breaking this pattern, and wishing I stopped being so afraid of punishment for doing so.

It can feel impossible to fight off external influences, when you haven't solidified in your own power yet. When someone comes at you, you find yourself wishing you knew what to respond to that. It can make you scared of fighting people. Not knowing what to defend myself with. Taking your time to find any solid preferences you can find inside yourself, that would be unquestionable. Feeling vague about the few hunches you have.

After you fight all these battles for your self identity, you arrive at realising, that like everyone else, you just want to be happy. That you just don't want to get hurt by people, like you did in the past. That you want to be able to exist without someone forcing you to fit the mold, that you want to feel the freedom of self expression.

You are allowed your quest. You are allowed your journey, even if you don't know where it's going. Because wherever you are, it is a step closer than yesterday. Tomorrow, you will go even further. In a few years, you might not recognize yourself. There is something inside you, that knows the way. Trust it.

#spiriuality #making spirituality real #spiritual journey #spiritual growth #spiritualjourney

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ganglotte · 1 year

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PLOTTING CALL.

she’ll ruin your life, but she needs threads!

AXE +1; ganglöt is NOT going to chop firewood, no chance in hel. she will, however, coerce someone else into doing it for her. she isn’t afraid of these so-called ‘ fair folk. ’ if they get in her way, she’ll cut them down. ...same goes for you, her unlucky partner. needs black eagle.

i think it would be so funny to have your muse trying to host an open house with ganglöt trying to sabotage them every step of the way. the emptier the monastery, the easier a time ganglöt will have carrying out her mission.

ganglöt is not an astrology girl. so please make her do the divination prompt ESPECIALLY if your muse is a hopeless romantic she’ll read them to filth.

#OOC.

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coldharbourcompact · 2 years

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FFXIV WoL questions: 1-14 :3

DAMN, KRYS LMAO

Now that I can open up about his condition I can answer this more openly.

Why did they pick their first class/job? What about the job they main now?

He had been meaning to study to be an Arcanist but he ended up following the path of Conjury instead because he felt more drawn to the idea of healing through connection to nature. He had always been attuned to the natural world, and the idea of being a healer was extremely appealing to him. Eventually, that lead him to be a White Mage for quite some time.

When he traveled to Ishgard, he was immediately drawn to the study of astrology and astronomy, the idea of being able to divine the threads of fate while also being able to heal was awe-inspiring to him. Now he's an Astrologian and a fairly good one at that. He's still studying to be even better though. He's got a very hands-on approach to it, he often travels using the stars to navigate where he goes.

Does your WoL have a recurring nightmare (or more)? What is it?

His nightmares are a symptom of his trauma, so he has a lot of dreams about conflicts with his mother, and also bad experiences with dealing with the repercussions of his DID. He also has a lot of extremely vivid nightmares about things and concepts too horrific for him to talk about, or even have the ability to describe.

Who do they worry about the most?

E V E R Y O N E. Seriously, he has generalized anxiety so he’s constantly worried about people, let alone people he’s close to.

What’s their alcohol tolerance like? (if they drink)

EXTREME lightweight. Two drinks and he's gone. That's why he only drinks socially, and it's always one small drink. It makes him really tired.

What is the first impression most people have of them? Is it different when they get to know them?

He comes off as a little strange, and also sad? People often get the impression that he's sad for some reason, probably because of his eyes and resting expression. And the fact that he's often alone off in the corner.

He IS kind of sad a lot but he's also a very warm and friendly person. You'd think he'd be miserable and mopey, but he does his best not to be. Also if you get him talking about something he's interested in he will go OFF.

Is that their natural hair color?

Yes, but when he was younger his hair was dark brown. It somehow just transitioned to black over the course of his adulthood.

How have they dealt with losing people?

Terribly, lmao. He isolates, won’t see anyone, stays in bed even though he can’t sleep. Mostly he’s scared that people will be angry with him, or hate him for failing to save someone.

How do they feel about the fame/infamy that comes with being a Warrior of Light/Darkness?

It's a lot of pressure and sometimes it gets overwhelming which is actually really bad for his DID. He has identity crises a lot, about whether or not he's really deserving of the title because who even is he?

But at the end of the day, he picks himself up and tells himself there are people that need help and he's the one to do it.

What does the way they’ve decorated their apartment and/or house (if they have one) say about them as a person?

It's cluttered with books and star charts and herbs and jars and candles and- Seriously though, it looks like a witch's hut. He claims he knows where everything is but he actually does not remember anything at any given moment. Due to the aforementioned DID, things are often not where he left them.

Do they misuse any of their abilities?

Yes and no. He has super mega ultra anxiety so he'll often divine what is going on with certain people he's worried about. He feels like he's being invasive about it.

What location do they dislike the most?

He doesn’t really have one? He travels a lot and is pretty fascinated with any place he goes. If he had to pick, he’s not a fan of the heat in Thanalan.

Does anyone call them by a nickname? What do they think about it?

When he and Urianger eventually get together he calls him 'Starlight' and it flusters the everliving hell out of him.

What are their speech patterns like? more formal or informal?

He says 'uhm' and mumbles a lot. He also has cognitive deficit so he'll lose control of his sentences and descend into gibberish and then has to correct himself or start over completely.

He's not very formal but he is somewhat eloquent when he wants to be. He tries his best to sound polite.

If they were not an adventurer, what would they be doing?

Probably owning a curiosities shop and doing tarot readings.

#answers #wol #a'driel wrynn #ffxiv

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