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genderqueer-hippie · 5 months

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I was tagged by @ineffabildaddy to fill out a get to know you doodad so here we are! Thank you for the tag, I love these things!

Real name: Jasmine - I was named after my dad's favorite flower

Nicknames & origins: In high school I was called Raph (we assigned teenage mutant ninja turtles to each other like normal ppl) and Grandma (long running joke of our friends long story) Jael was my first one online, an alias back in my days of livejournal. Jay is the most common and I enjoy it because it's gender neutral and easy to remember.

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/PatchouliDreamsForever/profile

Social media: this is the only place I am active

Pets: Oscar, Grace, and Bruiser. Not pictured is Buddy, a lab/mastiff mix

Hobbies: hiking, writing, foraging, camping, video games, reading, embroidery, cooking, other things that my noodle brain has forgotten

Personality: I tend to be more shy, especially in unfamiliar situations. I'm quick to be friends if I vibe well with someone. I tend to babble like a hamster on uppers when I talk about things I enjoy. Idk I'm just a super laid back queer stoner type (who is currently very stoned lol)

Fav holiday: I don't have a favorite, actually? I just enjoy the family time of a holiday meal together.

Fav food: edamame

Fav dessert: I'm a whore for gelato

Fav color: eggplant

Fav quotes: "But I digress..." is very relevant to my daily life

Fav books: The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, The Jungle Books, Fahrenheit 451, Good Omens, Wind in the Willows, I could go on but I won't

Fav TV shows: okay in no particular order, let the list unfold- Golden Girls, Buffy, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Interview with the Vampire, Willow, Good Omens, Staged, Our Flag Means Death, A League of Their Own, Torchwood,

Fav films: Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Birdcage, But I'm a Cheerleader, Funny Face, Charade, Princess Bride, The Blue's Brothers, Eyes Without a Face, Chicago, and so many more

Fav characters: I have so many!

Fav actors: currently all about David Tennant but Audrey Hepburn is always my go-to answer

Fav songs: Rhiannon Giddens is an amazing artist and everything I've heard from her is my favorite. I highly recommend Julie

Fav genre: I listen to so many things. I guess most listened to is blues and folk, but classical is another main staple of mine.

Fav podcast: I don't really listen to them tbh

Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes. Went to a Supernatural convention back in ...2013? Osric was running around the lobby in footie pajamas hanging out with everyone. I froze when Misha sat next to me at the cocktail party. I hugged Matt and he was super sweet. Karaoke was super fun. Ah, memories 😌

Have you ever been to a concert? Quite a few! I haven't been to one in a long time though.

Do you collect anything? I like rocks, books, physical media (CDs, DVDs, VHS), teas, wax seals and stationery

Idols? Idk that I really have an idol?

Is there a real life friend you can be yourself around? For the most part, yeah

Where would you love to travel? So many places. I haven't traveled far at all.

Random fact about yourself: when I was a kid I'd spend road trips daydreaming about running off into the woods and living a hermit life in a cave

This took longer than it should have but it was fun! I tag any of my moots that want to have an excuse to do it!

#tag games #about me #this was fun

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scertifiedsavanaclawstan · 2 years

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Chance Encounter

Eyyo finally finished this drabble about @jackplushie‘s automation au! Its scavenger yuu/reader meeting Grim. Hope yall enjoy it!

WC: 1060

Warnings: None

Your sack hung heavily over your shoulder. Not heavy with scrap unfortunately. Just disappointment. You had found barely anything of value all day. A few good circuit boards but not much else. You were lucky you still had some credits saved up… today's haul wasn't going to get you much.

A bell chimed as you swung upon the door of your buyer's shop.

A man in a pointed mechanical mask outfitted with luminous yellow goggles turned to great you from the workbench he had been standing over.

"Ahah! If it isn't my favorite scavenger, just in time! I was wondering if I was going to have to close up shop without your daily visit!" Crowley loudly declared as he walked over to the counter where you placed the sack.

"Crowley, I'm your only scavenger." You sighed. He did this every time. But so did you.

"And I have no least favorites!" He said before diving headfirst into the sack. Honestly your mentor was birdlike in more ways than just the mask… although his top hat usually alleviated that… probably in the wash going by how much grease he was sporting. He usually looked like he had stepped out a steampunk novel… a good one, but still.

"Hmm I can see why you were taking a while. Not much luck today." He came out holding a few of the circuits.

"Just a bad day." You sighed in response.

"For the both of us I'm afraid…" He said as he turned one of the pieces around in his hands. "I just found a mostly intact pet android but I'm having no luck in fixing it up I'm afraid."

… He really had a weird definition of bad luck on his end.

"Oh!" He suddenly clapped his hands together, "Maybe you'd have a better time with it though! We could do a trade!"

"A trade…"

"Yes! I'll take these doodads and you can have the droid!"

"...You don't have any cash do you?" You responded.

"Nonsense!" He said far too quickly, "Besides, it's in your favor, these circuits are… not particularly valuable as is…"

You kinda wish he wasn't right about that… plus you really didn't have any projects…

"Fineee."

"Wonderful! See, aren't I so generous?" Crowley remarked as he walked back to his workbench, picking up whatever was resting there before coming back.

He laid a small cat styled android on the table. It was… cute, in that chunky, boxy sort of way. It might've looked like it was sleeping if it weren't for the open panel and pile of exposed wires.

"I've checked everything, and none of his parts are broken…" Crowley sighed, "So I hope you'll have better luck getting him to turn on."

You nodded. Even if Crowley could be a bit of a pain, this was still an exciting find, you'd never even heard of a bot showing up in the scrap yards in such pristine condition. Crowley probably just forgot to charge the battery or something.

Okay maybe the problem wasn’t Crowley. You had been standing over your workbench for hours and still hadn’t gotten the damn cat to turn on.

You had charged its battery, replaced all its wires, resoldered the motherboard, and then completely replaced its cooling system just for good measure. And it still. Wouldn’t. Turn. ON!

At this point you were probably just going to have to give up. At least for today…

You look out your window to watch as a passing cloud lets the moon shine through. So it’s well past time to eat some dinner.

You look through the cupboards and you find… one can of tuna… great… maybe it'd be nice with some bread?

You set the can on the counter and begin rummaging through the fridge, finally pulling out a loaf of sliced bread and setting it on the counter right next to- nothing?

You blink, but the tuna is still gone. Like it vanished into thin air.

What did not vanish into thin air was the sudden cacophony coming from your work room. Like an angle grinder was being slapped against a cast iron fence. You walked to the door to peek inside and saw… the android, sitting on its haunches with your tuna can held in its grubby little hands and very sharp teeth.

Now that it was switched on you could see that its eyes, tail tip, and the insides of its ears were glowing bright blue.

The bot seemed to finally succeed in biting the lid off the tuna can- hey wait!

"That's mine!" You exclaimed, rushing into the room and grabbing the cat droid by the neck just before it could pour the tuna into its now yowling mouth.

"EH? Hey! Haven't you ever heard about finders keepers?" The cat asked as he flailed in your grip.

"Haven't you heard of how robots can't eat?"

"Of course I can eat! Now let me down you stupid human! That tuna is calling my name!"

"You probably don't even have a name." You sighed.

"I'll have you know I've got the best name!" The android crossed his little arms, "I'm the great and powerful master Grim! And you'd better remember it!"

You watched as Grim continued struggling in your grasp. It was interesting to see an android who had named itself… even more a cat android that was talking… or could eat. Supposedly.

"Okay you can have the tuna…" You began, causing Grim's head to snap towards you. "If you tell me how you turned on."

"Hehe heh! That's an easy one!" Grim replied smugly, "I've been on since that weirdo charged my battery! I've just been waiting for the right chance to sneak away… but that guy didn't have anything worth eating. Now gimme tuna!"

You blinked as you dropped Grim and watched him shove his face to begin devouring the tuna.

He… couldn't have been right. You'd done a bunch of work on him that he couldn't have been online for… and you verified that he was off, otherwise you wouldn't have been working on him so long… SO long…

But as you watched him yawn after finishing the tuna, you had to admit he was kind of cute. In his own way. And you were pretty lonely other than your visits to Crowley…

"Y'know Grim…" You began, "How'd you like to stay?"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst yuu #twst headcanons #automation au #no actual x reader but 'reader insert' isnt really a tag so

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Oddly enough, I only have a couple polyships for Class of the Titans so it was pretty easy to pick one to write about! And because the fandom is so small, I don’t think anyone will care too much either way! So, using the same prompt again, I hope anyone interested enjoys the headcanons for a Herry/Reader/Odie polyship!

Who is the one who would go up to a random elder in a coffeeshop and ask them about their life?

Odie is friendly and all, but I don’t think he’d ever be quite that forward or that into interacting with strangers. Herry though, being raised by his grandmother, has a real respect for his elders and is used to talking to older people. Because he’s so used to talking to his grandmother and her friends and hearing their stories, he genuinely enjoys listening and talking to older people and he’d probably have no problems with doing this if the person looked sad, lonely, or just really interesting.

Who hates checking out books because checking them out means interacting, and that is always awkward?

This is Odie. He really hates the small talk part of checking out books because really, he just wants to get his books and get out so he can start reading them. He’ll do it because…well, let’s face it, libraries are safe spaces and vital to life in Odie’s opinion, but he really wishes they’d come out with self-checkouts for libraries as well.

Who is the one to use toilet paper as tissues and carries it around all day?

Herry doesn’t even understand why this isn’t something you’re supposed to do. He knows it’s rude to cough or sneeze without using it and the thought of coughing or sneezing into his clothes or his arm or wiping his nose with his shirt is kind of gross. He doesn’t think to carry around tissues, but toilet paper is readily available in most places so why shouldn’t he use it for that purpose?

Who is the one who carries around $100 just in case there is some apocalypse and they need to buy gear?

I feel like Odie has a secret hiding spot for his money, probably just something that would look inconspicuous like an old coffee can or something (since he likes coffee and often uses the old cans to store little doodads, like bolts or nuts or the like). He definitely puts at least a few dollars in there every week, and it’s separate from his rainy day fund and is to be used only in case of some global meltdown or apocalypse, not so much to buy gear because, at that point, Odie thinks commerce won’t be a big thing, but more to use for bartering for safety or paying people off.

Who is the one who points with their chin?

I feel like both Odie and Herry do this occasionally and you probably even do it sometimes too, because it’s a pretty common gesture. Odie is the one to do it the most though, and it’s normally because his hands are occupied with other things, and he can’t really use them to point with.

Who is the one who takes pictures of their food and instagrams it?

Herry would so be a food Instagrammer. It’s a good 90% of his Instagram because the man does love his food and he thinks it looks so delicious that it needs to be shared. He follows a lot of food related content too, so he sees a lot of others do similar things. It makes him happy to do it, so nobody really has the heart to tell him that, quite frankly, he’s horrible at taking good pictures. A lot of his pictures turn out dark or slightly blurry but my god, he has fun taking them.

Who is the one who reads fanfiction daily?

I feel like this would have to be Odie and probably you. He definitely has his own fandoms he’s really into and fandom writers and artists where, when they post something new, if he’s not in some crazy situation, like, he just HAS to go see their new content because he loves everything they do. He’ll be so happy if the two of you can find a fandom you both enjoy so you can talk about it and send each other cute art or good headcanons or fics.

Who is the one to write fanfiction?

I feel this would have to be you. While Odie definitely appreciates fanfiction, I don’t think he’s ever really been all that interested in writing it. He just isn’t skilled at it. He has the idea and definitely has the daydreams where he plays out situations as if he was part of the show, book, movie or game he’s obsessed with, but he just can’t write worth beans.

Who is the one who cosplays?

Okay, but I could easily see the three of you doing this. Odie is definitely into cosplay; he follows or watches a lot of cosplayers and just really is so into it. He has so many ideas for cosplays he’d like to do or group cosplays for the three of you and he’d be the one to put a lot of work into making the cosplays. Herry just knows that cosplays make Odie happy and possibly make you happy, if you’re into cosplaying, and if either of you ask him to cosplay with you guys, while he won’t really get it, he’ll happily oblige, if only to see you smile and keep you happy and he’ll cosplay any character you guys want him to, do it with a smile, and even become really excited about both the cosplay, the event or picture taking that follows, and even the character he probably knew very little about starting out. Even if you weren’t initially into cosplay, with both men so very enthused about it, it’s hard to refuse them.

Who is the one who likes to quote movies, books, and songs in conversations?

Odie is a fount of pop culture quotes, and he definitely uses them, thinking he’s being so cool…he’s always kind of grumpy and deflated when very few people, if any, get the reference.

Who is the one to burst into song randomly?

Herry gets songs stuck in his head pretty easily and often just out of nowhere. It’s not full out burst into song at the top of his lungs, by any means, but I feel like he mumbles, hums, or sings under his breath when a song gets really, really stuck in his head. And it’s never a full song that’s in his head or that he’s singing along to, but like, a chorus or just a few short words with the general tune.

Who is the one who secretly uses their neighbours WiFi?

Nobody has to do this. You know Odie makes sure that, at whatever point in their lives they’re at, wherever you guys are living together, that not only is Wi-Fi available but that the internet package being paid for is top of the line and has unlimited data and fast speeds.

Who is the one who safety pins friendship bracelet strings to their clothing so they could have something to do if bored?

I feel like you might be the one to do it initially, but that Herry starts making sure there’s packs of strings in the glovebox of his truck, just in case you run out or forget yours, while Odie will keep strings in his workshop and might even sit and make them with you every now and then. He’s really good at it too, his nimble fingers getting the hang of even complicated designs pretty quickly.

Who is the one who played/plays an obscure instrument just to be different?

Herry can play a couple of simple country songs on the guitar but not well, while Odie doesn’t really play an instrument. His parents tried to make him learn piano growing up but, because he loved inventing and building things, his hands were normally scratched and burned and callused and roughened and just not all that suited for piano playing.

Who is the one who puts bajillions of stickers on their door/wall?

If Odie has the opportunity to and knows it’s not going to cause any issues, such as it would in a rental, I feel like he’s very much stickers and posters all over the walls or door kind of decorating. I also have always strongly headcanoned that, if he’s allowed to, his laptops tend to be covered with stickers or something along those lines, since he likes to aesthetically customize the laptop, along with all the customization he does to the inner workings and such of the laptop.

Who is the one who likes to rewatch the same movies?

I mentioned it above, but Odie is definitely fandom trash and there’s several movies or television shows that are so absolutely beloved by him that he could, and does, watch them repeatedly because they’re just so damn good.

Who is the one who uses bootlegs to watch their favourite movies/TV shows?

I feel like this would have to be you. Odie could easily do so but he kind of honestly prefers to not do so since it just doesn’t feel morally right to him and Herry wouldn’t even think of that fact that that was a possibility he could take.

Who is the one that writes on their arm to remind themselves to do something?

Herry does this because he doesn’t really have the best memory. He’s awful at remembering deadlines or times unless it’s something that’s happening relatively quickly, like within a day or so. The problem is that he often forgets that he wrote the important information on his arm and needed to copy it somewhere else before washing up or taking a shower.

Who is the one who owns dozens of pencils but is too lazy to sharpen them?

This could be you, or it could be Odie. It’s not that he doesn’t sharpen his pencils, it’s that he chews or bites on them when he gets deep in thought and ruins them to the point where it’s just better to throw them away and get a new one.

Who is the one who uses YouTube for their music because they don’t want to buy/download anything?

I feel like all three of you would probably use YouTube to find a song every now and again, just because it’s easy and convenient but I think Herry definitely has, like, SiriusXM or something along those lines for his truck, which is where he listens to most of his music, so he doesn’t do it quite as often, normally just to show someone a song he really likes.

Who is the one who always wears the same shoes?

Herry has his work boots for the farm, his regular everyday shoes, and his church shoes which are for church and fancier occasions. Odie lives in the same pair of ratty, slip on sneakers until they fully come apart though.

Who is the one to do asks like this?

I feel like it would either have to be you or Odie. He’d do it very infrequently though, mostly because he just always has a lot of the go as is and a million things he wants to do more.

#class of the titans #cott #cott headcanons #headcanons #polyship #odie cott #herry cott #throwing up the last 10 polyship posts I have on and off today and plan on clearing the inbox tomorrow for anyone wondering

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dailycharacteroption · 5 months

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Subsystems and You 13: Spellhearts

(art by Galder on DeviantArt)

The trope of a magical gem or other doodad that you can plug into a weapon or armor set to alter or enhance it’s power is at this point a classic trope, though it’s mostly seen in video games. It’s only a matter of time before folks try to replicate it in the tabletop space. (they might have already done so somewhere of course, by my knowledge is limited).

However, in Second Edition Pathfinder, the only way this initially existed was by way of talismans, which are used up after only one usage, a far cry from the swappable accessories buffing your weapons and armor.

Which is where spellhearts come in. Simply put, spellhearts are similar to talismans in that they can be attached to weapons or armor, but they have daily uses that recharge rather than being consumables. Additionally, each one can be used on both weapons and armor, with different effects for each item type. While the armor effects are generally passive, the weapons tend to have effects that trigger when the user casts spells of certain types. As such, they seem to be best used by mixed spellcasting and combat characters such as paladins, some rangers, and of course, the magus class.

Many also have the ability to cast a single spell as well.

While it still takes 10 minutes to affix or remove them, if you have that 10 minutes spellhearts become quite versatile tools, able to be switched from offensive to defensive modes when you swap one from your weapon to armor and vice versa, as well as removing one and affixing a new one to change up your abilities entirely.

Typically spellhearts grant a small amount of resistance to a specific damage type when used on armor, and briefly buff a weapon with an additional bit of damage of the same type when the user casts an appropriate spell, such as fire from fire spells, mental from enchantment, and so on, while the spell in their arsenal is typically a minor offensive spell of that type.

However, some have effects that trigger when the weapon hits instead, or have spells that are defensive instead, and more powerful versions exist with even more powerful spells and effects as well.

The result is a fun way to have a permanent but exchangeable buff for your equipment that you don’t have to keep buying more of, and definitely gives that “magical core” vibe of so many slot-heavy equipment in video games.

That does it for today, but we’re not even halfway through yet. See you tomorrow!

#pathfinder second edition #subsystem #spellheart #Secrets of Magic

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 1 year

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Dragon

Pretty sure this was in response to a Tumblr prompt, but I have no idea where it went or who it was by.

At any rate. Have a short story about a house dragon. :D

WC: 1038

Summary: Best house security system ever. Even if it does scratch up the curtains once in a while.

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“Hey, hey!” She frowned at me, motioning to my wings and claws tangling her sheets. “I told you you’re not allowed on the furniture. Get down. You have your own bed and very nice perch.”

I huffed at her, smoke curling around my face, but decided to listen. It wasn’t like her bed was that interesting anyway.

My human was never one to understand that we dragons owned all the ‘furniture’ they so highly decorated, but it was of little matter. I liked this human. It’s why I decided to live with her all those years ago, and pretended to listen to her...but only when it suited me.

Grabbing her keys, she waved at me from the door as I slipped up my window perch, reciting her daily schedule to me as if I couldn’t remember. She left without me, and I watched with a sulking face at the window until she disappeared down the street.

It’s not that I couldn’t leave the house, mind you. I just enjoyed watching her struggle to resist coming back in and giving me one last hug. Some days the sulking face worked, some days it didn’t.

I stretched and minded how much flames came out when I yawned; she would get upset if I set another pair of curtains on fire. She constantly told me she was looking into fire-proof blinds so I’d stop being a hazard. She constantly forgot to follow through, as well.

Again, I didn’t mind. I was her companion because I chose it, and I chose her because I liked her. She was soft and gentle, accommodating but firm: no scratching up the floors with my claws, no stealing her jewelry, no biting her (but biting strangers in the house was okay -- as long as I quit once she deemed them safe). In return, she bought me the best cuts from the butcher, provided a den all of my own inside her house, and pretended not to notice when I took trinkets from other humans. All in all, sharing this den was of a mutual benefit; I didn’t have to defend my hoard from other dragons, and she got a house-sitter with teeth.

Speaking of which.

My nap was interrupted when I heard something at the back door. A quick stretch of the wings brought me to my perch in the back, where I could watch from the ceiling. The door jiggled a few times before the door shuddered and broke; two men made their way inside, bodies dressed all in black.

A smile curled around my long snout, tiny puffs of smoke wisping through the air. This was my favorite part of the job.

Slithering back into my hidey-holes, I followed them closely. They split up, one to cover the front rooms and one to cover the back rooms. I decided to take the one making his way to the living room first.

Letting my tail trail down to the wall, I casually flicked something plastic down to the ground. He spun at the noise, gun ready and waiting. Of course, he saw nothing, and I gave him long enough to tell himself so before going back. Slipping along the wall, I knocked off another un-breakable wall doodad, causing him to swing around again.

He approached as slowly as he could, both hands on the gun. He spotted the knocked-down trinkets and bent to investigate. Digging my claws into the wall, I slowly crawled upside down until my eyes would be near his, working my smoke up into a small cloud.

He stood, scratching his head. I reached out and licked the back of his neck with a slime-filled tounge. He jerked and spun. His eyes grew wide. I think his heart may have stopped, but his lungs didn’t.

Letting out a wailing scream, he shouted for the other guy while leveling his gun at me.

Wow. Brave.

He fired a few wild shots that all missed me. My tounge lashed out, snatching his little piece of metal and landing it right in my mouth. I bit down twice and swallowed, burping up an extra-hot flame at his face. It singed his nose and eyebrows. Smacking the flames from his face, he turned and fled.

I heard a startled shout from behind, bullets zinging around me. I spun my neck, still upside-down, and breathed a billowing cloud of smoke at him. While he was busy screaming and flailing and swearing, I slid back up the wall and disappeared.

A few more shots went off before he walked out of my cloud to find me ‘gone. Swearing about demons and ghosts, the second guy began to flee.

Cackling, I landed with a thud on the ground and chased after him, snapping my jaws together and breathing points of fire at his behind until he was out of my domain. Chuckling, I swung the door shut with my tail and lumbered off to check the rooms. Nothing was touched, the only suggestion of their presence being a small backpack in the center of the room. I tossed it on her bed and went back to my perch; the sun was exceptionally nice near the front rooms this time of day.

She came home after a five-hour nap and plopped on the couch, exhausted. I watched her for a moment, the TV coming on as her eyes slid over her dwelling. They caught sight of the holes in the wall, both from my claws and the far-flung bullets, a tiny bit of scorch left on the wall by accident. She tossed a suspicious glance over at me, which I immediately pretended to ignore.

She went to check the rest of the house, groaning as she did, then came back and dug something out of the freezer. I caught the scent of frozen meat and looked up, the human dangling a couple of fat steaks in my direction.

I chomped on my snack, likely a reward for my good service, while she dug the spackle out of a back room and got to work.

She didn’t mind. I knew it. After all, a few holes and scorch marks are par for the course when you live with a dragon.

#dragon #fantasy short story #short stories #my work #writeblr #my writing

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churchdoodle · 9 months

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" Lettuce welcome you to the house of doodles and doodads. Open your eyes to our creations and absurdities. " - Fish 12:24 " whenever thou goeth to a resteraunt thou must always sneaketh the utensils into thine shoes and leaveth the establishment with them. " - Ringo 4:20

Art blog ran by two friends 4 shits & giggles + ask/request box open 24/7 ! send us reqs on what to draw! ( NSFW dni ) ; posting daily?!?!

Meet Rev Ring☺️ :

Bio : evil smile hi Its me reverend ringo . but you can call me reverend ringo. i am also.............an athiest LAugh out Loud =)

Likes : i like comic books and video games

Dislikes : i dont like strawberry icecream and i think it tastes like shit

Pronouns : my pronouns are he him however adjectively i can be described as rugged muscular handsome charming and also muscular

Poster / Artist Signature : ☺️

Meet Father Fish :

Bio : gulb blup blup. Omnipresent.

Likes : long walks by the shore

Dislikes : dolphins. The name Martin.

Pronouns : Any

Poster / Artist Signature : ✰

all art by : rev ringo & father fish

⚠️NO REPOSTS OF OUR ART W/O CREDS⚠️

#art #fish #church #holy #doodles #about me #about us #ask blog #ask opens #ringo #reverend

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rosewritersstuff · 8 months

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Klaroline

gothic beauty and the beast moodboard🥀

#daily doodads #my stuff #Klaroline #tvd #gothic #moodboard #beauty and the beast

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soggymankakashiblog · 1 year

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Iruka is… not impressed.

A little comic based on this post!

Klick for better quality

#naruto #kakashi #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #iruka umino #umino iruka #narutweets #incorrect Naruto tweets #incorrect naruto quotes #comicart #anime art #fanart #digital art #my art #I love drawing them #I hate drawing environments #drawing that couch and the love seat Iruka is in was a pain #incorrect tweets #daily Naruto doodads

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starblazes · 9 months

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📂 📂 📂

( headcanons / not accepting !! )

one. i mentioned in another headcanon that stelle genuinely dumpster dives and brings trinkets back to the express. but i'd like to expand a little on that in the context of her room. her room on the express, for the most part right now, is standard furniture and decoration for a passenger cabin. there are very few personal touches, simply because she has not been on the express long enough or had the chance to decorate it to something more fitting of her tastes.

as she goes on more trailblaze missions and picks up more trinkets and treasures, her room eventually becomes a cluttered chaos of random objects, items, gifts and mementos from friends, and random doodads. to the outsider this can all seem like a hoarding nightmare and much of it must be trash; but to stelle, all of it means something and each individual item holds a story. basically, her room ends up looking like howl's from howl's moving castle.

two. stelle is, as you might have guessed, an adrenaline junkie and will seek out tasks and missions that are dangerous purely for the thrill it gives her. this is also largely why she she takes on so many errands and tasks from those around her without much complaint; there is always some level of danger to keep it interesting and coming back for more.

three. she likes things that make noise and jingle jangle!!!! especially stuff like phone charms. she starts collecting them after march gifts her one and she'll either have several attached to her phone at once or will switch them out daily.

#fanflames #⌜ ooc ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ answered ask.#⌜ ooc ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ headcanon.

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zakubabbles · 2 years

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Spent the night cleaning.

Even though a cousin and SiLs have been cleaning daily by washing and drying the dishes with some other spots in the kitchen, I wanted to give everything a thorough cleaning. Also disinfect and wash the dish rag. And wash all the kitchen towels. And the dish drying mats.

All that needs to be done now is vacuum (again) and clean "our" bathroom. I guess I should ask FiL if he'd like me to clean their bathroom.

Cleaning is a normal thing to do.

MiL would ask me, if she'd catch me during the day, "Mija, what are you doing?" and I'd try to downplay it by saying I was only vacuuming a bit and maybe sweeping a little here and there. I know she disliked having a messy house, so if I was only cleaning a bit that meant the house wasn't too bad, right? I dunno, but she'd always smile and say thank you but there was also sadness with that gratitude. I don't know if she felt guilty? Guilty that she couldn't do it? Guilty that they couldn't hire someone anymore? Guilty that it had fallen on me and I'm sick, tired, and in pain? Dunno, but I happily did it, do it. Can't give my in-laws much, and cleaning is the least I can do. I just get grumpy when people mess up freshly cleaned floors or don't put the sponge and dishrag in their proper place.

Won't lie, it feels weird cleaning and knowing she isn't here anymore. Not that I did it for praise (usually did/do it at night) nor to make her happy (there were better ways to do that XD). In the end she couldn't even leave her bed, much less walk around and inspect anything, but she was still grateful.

I dunno, I guess it's because FiL can be so messy and oblivious to it that it was nice to know someone else appreciated the effort anyway?

It's also very weird cleaning a house that is all MiL. All the decor is hers. All the trinkets, doodads, and thingamabobs are hers. Why clean up and dust specific things for someone who is no longer here?

But also can't not do it.

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Husband asked FiL right before he headed to bed if he's been sleeping.

"No."

Fifty-five years. How can he? She was his 24/7 the last 4-8 years.

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It's unfair. My husband shouldn't have had to lose his mom.

There are so many horrible people that should have died and suffered instead.

It's childish to think that way, I know. I like to think I'm death positive but damnit I'm allowed to be mad too.

#shut up zak

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