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carryonthroughtheages · 3 years

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Hello everyone!

Another year of Carry On Through The Ages is over and done! We have emotions and exhaustion, but we're so happy that this year had the hype and excitement that it did.

Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, to all of the AMAZING creators who spent the last several months working away at their historical content!

Thank you also to the hard-working mods: @bazzybelle, @giishu, @palimpsessed, and @xivz . This fest would not have been as successful as it has been without you!

We encourage everyone to look under the page break for all the fics and art. They're all fantastic!

Here is the link to the AO3 Collection: Carry On Through The Ages 2021!

Thank you all, and until next year! 🧡🧡🧡

MONDAY:

1) sun on the sea (T) - @trenchcoat-moth : AO3 // Tumblr

Tensions run high in England, and Malcolm decides it's for the best he sends Baz to live with Fiona, where he'll be safer.

That is, until Baz's ship is attacked.

2) The Words I Long To Say (M) - @bazzybelle : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon Snow was dead.

Baz Pitch was sure of it. Simon had gone away seven years ago to fight a war in the jungle and he hadn't come home.

So, when Simon shows up in Baz's club, investigating a string of brutal murders, all Baz wants to do is hold him close and never let him go.

But these aren't the same boys from 1960 and Baz has a lot of processing to do before he's ready to believe in Simon again.

3) we are slaves to gods, whatever gods are (M) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 // Tumblr

I don’t fully understand what plagues him, but I know it’s bad, and I know it goes deeper than guilt. He didn’t want to kill his father, not really, but we were instructed to do so by Apollo. Cleanse the house of its sins, dispose of a murderer to set things right. It was only right that I join him; he was avenging my mother as much as his. Clearly, Apollo didn’t seem to consider that such an act would make Simon a murderer in his father’s place. It seems I got off fine, but as far as Simon is concerned, the vengeful spirits that once spun and danced on the roof of the palace now hunt him down, determined not to stop until he rids the world of himself.

4) World War II Era Art - @stardustasincocaine : Tumblr

TUESDAY:

1) the art of loving you (E) - @one-more-offbeat-anthem : AO3 // Tumblr

1955. London. Young love.

Forbidden love.

A year ago, starving artist Simon Snow met Baz Pitch, son of a wealthy art patron, at a party, and their days (and nights) together have been a wonderful secret.

But Simon is tired of being a secret and knows it's time for things to end.

(Baz has other ideas.)

2) Reliquary of an Arsonist (T) - @tea-brigade : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon Snow grew up a ward of Watford Abbey, but when his magic manifested in an explosive accident as a child, he became the Abbey’s anchorite—never to leave Watford’s walls, for his own protection. That is, until Abbot David sends him on an important errand…

Basilton Pitch paints portraits for his patron, Lord Grimm. But he’s never forgotten the magic he learned from his mother—nor the men who condemned her to death as a heretic. When Simon arrives and offers Baz a commission from Watford Abbey, he sees his chance to avenge his mother once and for all...and he’s willing to burn down everything in his path to that end.

But it was no coincidence that pulled these two unlikely souls together. Something more sinister is underway at Watford Abbey, and only Simon and Baz can uncover the truth before everything goes up in flames.

3) Westward Son (E) - @aristocratic-otter : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon and Baz have found each other again, but there's nowhere in Brooklyn or Virginia where they can safely be together. So now, they venture the hazards and struggles of the Oregon trail, to perhaps find a little homestead in Oregon of their own.

4) A Way Out (T) - @lying-on-the-sofa : AO3

I frown at him..“You don’t know me.”

He offers his hand. “Simon.”

Simon. I feel the name around in my mind and assign it to his face. Simon. I don’t shake his hand. They’ve still got my arms pinned. “Basilton.”

Simon nods at me. “Now we know each other. Let him go.” Very casually, he takes his other hand from behind his back. A sword, flashing. He leans on it and smiles invitingly. “Let him go.”

This time, they listen.

Simon Snow has been trained for years to become a tribute—one of the fighters Athens sends every ninth year into the Minotaur’s labyrinth. He wants to know the way out, if only for Penny’s sake. Luckily for him, Prince Basilton of Crete also wants a way out—off the island, where no one will know he’s the half-brother of the Minotaur.

Unluckily for both of them, they don’t exactly form the most agreeable pair.

WEDNESDAY

1) long is the road the leads me home (G) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 (Version 1) (Version 2) // Tumblr

Baz has a rather unremarkable life, and he's fine with that. Running his late mother's beloved inn with his temperamental aunt, estranged from his father and step-siblings, he's successfully convinced himself that he's better off without attachments.

Then Simon barrels into his life, guns blazing and rapier drawn, and Baz is swept up in dramatic plot he never bargained for.

Worse still, he finds he quite likes the thrill.

2) New Romantics (T) - @ninemagicks : AO3 // Tumblr

Basilton Pitch, twenty-two years old and a famed poet of the Romantic era, has fled to the countryside. In Mummers House, the fabled haunt of literary greats, he sulks himself into oblivion and awaits a sad, disappointing end to his brief years of brilliance. The cause of his downfall? None other than Simon Snow, the so-called “bad boy of English poetry”, breaker of rules and eternal thorn in his side. Baz hopes that Mummers House might mean an escape from London, from Snow and his increasingly virulent popularity... but the rain that comes has other ideas.

3) thnétos (T) - @snowybank : AO3 // Tumblr

thnétos: subject to death, mortal

a retelling of Apollo and Hyacinthus

4) A Medieval AU art piece - @thewriterxj : Tumblr

THURSDAY

1) From Eden (E) - @orange-peony : AO3 // Tumblr

I wonder if his skin is warm or cold to the touch. I tell myself it’s simple curiosity, that I’m an artist and capturing things on paper or canvas is my way to make sense of the world. That drawing him feels so natural, so I should just follow my instincts. Ebb used to say it all the time. Follow your heart. It knows where you’re supposed to go.

I wish I could. I wish I had enough money and freedom to just draw what I want. To paint him in his unattainable beauty. To draw him the way I want to. Naked and vulnerable, raw. Without frills and expensive suits.

Just Baz on paper, my fingers tracing his delicate and beautiful lines with simple charcoal.

2) Slings and Eros (M) - @palimpsessed : AO3 // Tumblr

Young god of love Simonides is tasked by his father, the god of war, to bring about the ruin of a mortal prince to punish his blasphemy. However, once Simonides sees his intended victim, he begins to have misgivings. Prince Tyrannus might have offended the gods with his very existence, but all Simonides can see is how beautiful and lonely he is.

Or, a very loose interpretation of the Eros and Psyche myth.

3) I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (M) - @knitbelove : AO3 // Tumblr

September 1940: Going back to Watford feels different this year, and not just because England is at the brink of war with Germany and Italy. Penelope seems unsettled by everything, and Agatha is distant, and Baz is … simply not here.

What if Carry On but during the Blitz?? Yeah.

4) A Fool's Oath (M) - @thewriterxj : AO3 // Tumblr

A simple soldier is invited to join the ranks of the royal guard. He and his appointed mage arrive at the royal city to find themselves at the mercy of an unmerciful court. As he struggles to find his place in this foreign environment, he also finds himself entranced by music that only he seems to hear that floats out about the city. He makes an oath to wed whoever makes such beautiful music.

Too bad that person is the crown prince.

FRIDAY

1) Stranger Tides (T) - @tea-brigade & @xivz : AO3 // Tumblr

“If some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure…” Captain Simon Snow of the Chosen One is many things—cunning, handsome, ruthless. Greedy. It’s no surprise that Snow finds a way to piss off the God of the Sea, he always manages to get himself into some type of trouble. This time, however, he’s not the only one who will suffer the consequences. Poseidon promises to not stop his pursuit until Snow and all of his men are dead.

Enter Basilton Pitch—rich, beautiful, mysterious. Suspicious. He offers the crew of the Chosen One a hefty sum to take him back to Europe from the Caribbean. And who is Captain Snow to refuse so much coin? After all, Greek gods aren’t real.

Right?

2) The wayward heir [comic] (M) - @letraspal : AO3 // Tumblr

Like a folk song, our love will be passed on. Simon Snow wants to be an artist. He used to live in Fiesole where he worked in the wool shop of his good friend Ebeneza Petty. He has now chosen to return to his native Florence in order to participate in an art contest hosted by the Pitch family, the most important bankers in all the three continents and Simon’s last chance for an art patronage. No matter how much he hates them.

But being back in Florence also brings back the memories Simon wanted to leave behind : his days as an orphan, the mystery about his mother, and once more being under the inquisitive eyes of his godfather, the new archbishop Davy. The archbishop is very same man who would never forgive him for dropping out the priesthood and ruining his secret plans against the Pitches.

The last thing Simon needed was an unbearably handsome jerk getting him into trouble on his very first day in Florence. How can focus when this man is the most annoying person he has ever met and yet his major source of inspiration.

3) Prohibition Blues (T) - @heyyyandrea : AO3

Simon Snow is a baker and aspiring playwright in Prohibition Era New York City. When he meets a handsome man at Shepherd's speakeasy who is interested in his work, he can't help but think it feels too good to be true.

4) Earth Below & Sky Above (M) - @phoxphyre : AO3 // Tumblr

In the depth of the palace of King Minos of Crete lurks a creature known as the Minotaur.

Baz, prince of Athens and chosen of the god Poseidon, has heard the stories. And now he’s volunteered to come to Crete as one of the annual tributes—to dance with the king’s bulls and fulfill his destiny. He just wants to survive the bulls, protect his people, and go home.

But what if the Minotaur isn’t a monster—but just a boy? And what if instead of slaying him, Baz fell in love with him?

A Carry On retelling of the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur, set in Bronze Age Crete.

5) A 1980s AU Art piece by @stardustasincocaine : Tumblr // Instagram (Slightly NSFW)

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dolliedarlin · 4 years

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a love like rodger and jessica ⏤denki k.

s u m m a r y : You and Denki have a love like Rodger and Jessica Rabbit

l e n g t h : 2k

g e n r e : fluff ; praises ; body worship ; supportive kaminari ; best boi kaminari ; precious baby

w a r n i n g s : mentions of lovemaking

p a i r i n g s : denki k x f.reader

a / n : this is a quick little headcanon I came up with at three am and needed to get out as soon as possible before I lose the will to write it. I hope you all enjoy the read! Feel free to comment and like - tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome.

❥ You're a self-made millionaire, CEO of a successful skincare and beauty company, investor and supermodel. The level of success you've been able to accumulate over the years is nothing to sneeze at, especially with your young age of 21.

❥ However, you draw more eyes for your beauty and body rather than your accomplishments. It's rather annoying but you've grown used to it.

❥ It isn't a lie that you're as stunning as they come. And with a body that elicits lust and unspeakable fantasies in the men and women around you, it can be said that your beauty has more power than what any of your achievements could ever provide you with.

❥ It's disappointing how you've worked so hard but still seem to achieve so little despite the empire you've built from the ground up.

❥ You've turned many young and handsome, accomplished men down, no longer your naive self. Even with their own triumphs and wealth, you can see their true intentions when looking into their greedy eyes.

❥ They only want you for your body and only regard you with contempt - there was no love, there was no honesty, they never did anything to make you feel comfortable or smile.

❥ That was all you wanted.

❥ But, perhaps, it's too childish to think about such things now.

❥ You had given up all hope and with that loss of hope came a hardened shell that nobody could break. Deep inside your heart, you still wished for a fairy tale romance and a happy life where you could smile freely and be comfortable, which is why your piercing glare, harsh demeanor and cold speech manifested in defense of those desires.

❥ It was a normal day at work; you had several meetings to attend concerning collaborations with other brands in the morning before you needed to head off to attend a photoshoot for a magazine concerning skincare.

❥ You had just been on your way to said photoshoot, in fact, when a villain attack hastily painted an image of red and blue lights, panic, destruction, and screaming people before you.

❥ Upon realizing that you were in the line of attack, you rushed to exit your car. You have been a victim of your own clumsiness many times in the past despite their rare occurrence, but ill-luck had you tripping over in your attempt to flee, causing a stinging pain to shoot up your right leg.

❥ With your back turned and crumbled to the floor in pain, you became an easy target and didn't register the careless attack directed towards you until you heard a shout of warning.

❥ "Woah! Watch it, lady!"

❥ Behind you was the Stun Gun Hero himself: Chargebolt! You had never interacted with heroes but you greatly admired their work, heroism, and sense of justice. Keeping the peace and putting villains in jail brought on a sense of security that you never took for granted. However, you had never been more grateful for their presence than that moment.

❥ "Hurry and run away!" at his command, you attempted to stand and run off but instead was painfully reminded that during your fall, you had managed to sprain your ankle.

❥ What terrible luck.

❥ "I-I can't-" you almost sob, hating how powerless you were feeling in that moment, "I think I sprained my ankle,"

❥ You heard him mutter a curse before shouting at the other heroes on-site to cover him whereby he then took the chance to rush in carrying you in his arms and run to safety.

❥ "P-please be careful," you plea, worried about his welfare as you wrap your arms around his neck for security.

❥ "Don't worry about it!" he flashes you a toothy grin, "Just hold on tight and I'll get you somewhere safe! You can count on me!" for once in your life, even though you were still in a dangerous setting, you felt comfortable and safe.

❥ In this stranger's arms, you felt protected - it was a wonderful feeling. It made you lean even closer into him, catching a whiff of his husky scent combined with his sweat. What a pleasant aroma.

❥ Maybe you should make a perfume inspired by it and have him model in the commercial?

❥ This wasn't like you, you're embarrassed to admit. Even though you're in danger, you would still do anything to keep him close to you or see him again. You weren't some lovestruck school girl, you needed to get a hold of yourself!

❥ Finally at a safe place, he set you down as he panted heavily, "Damn, I need to get better at cardio," huffing out a breath, he checked you over, "you alright?"

❥ "Other than the ankle, I'm good," you smiled up at him, trying to convey your gratefulness.

❥ "Great! The ambulance will be here soon for any casualties so-..." he pauses. In the heat of the moment, his priority had been your safety and so he hadn't really taken the time to look at you, really look at you, and see how beautiful you were. Now that he had caught his breath, and began to process that he had carried a beauty in his arms, who was now smiling up at him, a dangerous heat crawled up his neck and blew steam out of his ears.

❥ "A-are you okay?!" had he been hit by something while he was carrying you off?

❥ "So beautiful..." he muttered, continuing to stare at you, your face, your body, even straining his ears to better hear your sultry voice.

❥ "What was that?" with a tilt of your head, Kaminari had to turn his gaze away so as not to get even more flustered and possibly die from too much blood rushing to his head. Beautiful and cute - a dangerous combination to have in a woman. He could fall to his knees and submit to you right then and there, shamelessly. It took everything in him to hold back.

❥ "Y-you're just really beautiful, sorry."

❥ For once in your life, someone was being honest with you. Yes, many people have called you beautiful but their reactions were never as raw or red as the hero standing before you. It was amusing and made you want to keep him close.

❥ "Thank you..." you had to say, he was pretty easy on the eyes as well, "you are also very handsome,"

❥ "Why thank you, pretty lady~" he sent you a playful wink which made you giggle, only spurring the male to continue his flirtatious act. It might have been out of habit or maybe it was a defense mechanism since he's never come across someone so beautiful before, either way, he was already dropping another cheesy pick up like before he realized what he was doing, "but, you know, you're very pretty and I'm cute..."

❥ "Hmm?~" you raised a brow, where was he going with this?

❥ "Together, we'd be pretty cute,"

❥ You didn't mean to offend him but you laughed and laughed and laughed, not realizing how his once grinning face had turned downcast and flourished red with embarrassment.

❥ "You have a point there," you giggled, catching the male off guard and almost making him self-combust, "whatever shall I do?~" you ponder aloud, looking at him with a twinkle in your eye.

❥ "Well...it just so happens that I'm writing a phone book," time to shoot his shot, "can I have your number?

❥ "Of course, you can~"

❥ Meeting Denki was a blessing in your life.

❥ He's a goofball with a heart of gold that was always getting overlooked by women, as he's told you on one of your many dates together.

❥ "It's their loss," you hum as you cuddle up into his side, his arm laying across your shoulders, "because you're mine now~"

❥ Truly, he was your ideal man.

❥ He never took you for granted, he was always honest, he praised you and worshipped you like a goddess and he made you feel loved and comfortable being yourself, which is what mattered above all else.

❥ In return, you were his ideal woman.

❥ You freely loved him for who he was, when people told you you deserved better than him, you shut them down quicker than a lightning strike, you actually liked his cheesy pickup lines and flirted right back. The achievements he's been able to get as a hero, you still praised no matter how small, as if he was the number one hero himself - you would even go so far as to say that he's your number one in everything. And, for a bonus, you were the beauty amoungst all beauties!

❥ All those rejections, all the insecurities he had to go through by being rejected by multiple women was all worth it because now he had you in his life.

❥ "Where have you been all my life, Denki? How did I ever live without you?" you sighed into the crook of his neck, straddling his lap as he hugged your waist and gave you a kiss on the temple.

❥ "Babe, that's my line," he chuckled.

❥ At first, he was always so flustered around you but over time, he's grown a reasonable amount of immunity. That didn't mean he stopped praising you for your achievements or worshipping your body whenever you were in bed together, however. He still did all those things.

❥ If others praise you, he didn't stop them because he knows you deserve all the praise but when he found out that you didn't take their words to heart like you did his and explained why, he made sure to be off patrol that night and kept you with him between the sheets until sunrise. For hours, he worshipped your body like a temple made of gold. Between kisses and gasping breaths, he applauded you for your achievements and assured you of all flaws you saw in yourself.

❥ That night you realised the true meaning of 'making love'.

❥ In hero awarding events, you'd accompany him dressed elegantly, with your hair and makeup done and smelling as intoxicating as you looked.

❥ "DEnKi How DArE YOuUuu!" his close friend, Mineta (you think it was), sobbed at the sight of you and him together on the red carpet as a couple. Even though they were friends, Kaminari instantly stood in front of you so as to shield you away from Mineta's perverted gaze.

❥ "Thank you, Darling~" you cooed, giving your blonde hero a kiss on the back of the neck before nuzzling in between his shoulder blades.

❥ On the outside, Denki allowed himself to grin and pull you into his arms with a cool air about him, seemingly unaffected by your actions but you knew him better than that. It was only because cameras were around and he needed to keep up his image. Inside, he was melting into a puddle of goo and you know it. He, very well, could've brushed you aside to appear better like all the other men you unfortunately dated before but, instead, he makes you feel special and loved.

❥ "I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world but please be more respectful Mineta," his arms tighten around you securely, shielding your curves from prying eyes. Appreciating the gesture, you turn his face to capture him in a kiss. It's a kiss that still makes his knees weak even after months of dating.

❥ "Let's go to our seats, dear," you lead the blonde away by the tie, knowing how your kisses can sometimes leave him releasing small bolts of electricity from his palms and fingertips. It was cute how a simple kiss could turn him as dumb as he was when he overused his quirk would, only in a slightly different way.

❥ Vice versa, whenever you had a big company party or event, Denki always made it so that he could attend the event with you. He wanted to be there to protect you and shut the men down who tried to approach you with ill intentions.

❥ With your human Pikachu around, you came to love going to events. It was a time where you could dress up just for him and eventually get undressed by him the moment you arrived home.

❥ Endless praises, endless love, endless comfort, endless laughter. That was what it felt like to be with Denki.

❥ He was your Rodger and you were his Jessica

bnha mlist .

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pumpkinlass · 4 years

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This might be a stupid question but if you have adhd how did you manage to stick with drawing so long that you got so good?

No stupid questions! It’s an Interesting question with a vaguely interesting answer? I wanted to just message you back privately, but the message was SUPER long so I’m just going to post it-- I hope you don’t mind!!

Warning. Long Ramblings below

TLDR: I needed to do well in school because otherwise I would be a ‘failure’ and the only way I could focus was by doodling, so by doodling all my life and just copying styles I saw online as I saw them ‘oh neat, lets do my eyes like that’ I have come to be able to draw ‘good’ (-ish) I haven't actively practiced at drawing the way that people practice other hobby skills like sewing or painting or stuff like that. I just... draw ! And I guess now other people like how I draw too

Okay! So right off the bat!

1. For me, ADHD manifests in a lot of ways. I have difficulty prioritizing tasks, I’m incredibly forgetful, I lose focus on conversations easily, I have intense difficulty regulating my emotions, I have trouble beginning tasks and trouble ending them. (I won’t start drawing some days until 11pm because I just... can’t bring myself to start. but then I get into it and I won’t be able to put down the pen until like 3 or 4 in the morning.) I spend entire chunks of the day straight up daydreaming. 90% of the time I am exhausted and frustrated even though I’ve done nothing :/

There’s lots of things in my life I didn’t ‘stick’ with, painting, piano, guitar, animation, etc. etc. but doodling has always been present and if you doodle enough and just copy things you see eventually you just... draw Idk how to explain it LOL.

2. I don’t consider myself good at drawing lol! Like hmmm how do I say this.

I just have certain things I like to draw and that I’ve become ... consistent at. Specifically drawing characters and bright colors. When I see my own art ... I just see what’s lacking. I don’t like drawing scenes, or backgrounds or complex things or interesting poses or...you know doing anything mmm you know ‘art-like’ stuff that like other artists I see do!! I hate shading, I struggle with coloring inside the lines and I hate making line-art.

Because [ADHD section now I guess lol]

3. I was, and still am, a very very fidgety person that had a very hard time staying focused on things or not zoning out. I was also though aware from an early age that I needed to do well in school. (blah blah strict parents w/e) And the only way I found that I could stay focused on anything and retain information, was by drawing.

From 6th grade (honors math because someone that that was a good idea LMAO) to 9th grade

All the way up to undergrad:

This was the only way I was able to get through school lmao.

If I’m doodling or moving my hand (at places where I can’t doodle I’ll do other things like wrap a hair-tie around my fingers in knots for hours or fold paper... crumple paper. tape my fingers together... ) I’m able to focus on what I need to be doing. Like listening or taking notes in honors classes --> undergrad --> grad school --> work meetings + professional development.

It’s a way for me to focus.

I literally cannot stress this enough: For 20 years I’ve just drawn characters facing forward or sideways again and again and again lol.

I’ve been actually feeling very nervous and self-conscious about posting my art because I just seem to lack the ability to get in there and make it ... ‘presentable’.

My drawings are filled with fuzzy shaky lines because I don’t like going back and making it ““clean”“ I don’t have the attention span for it (and am SUPER jealous of all those amazing artists out there with clean vectors and sharp beautiful lines and shading) My work is also filled with color bleeds because I also struggle with going back and doing that as well.

And it’s the reason that I’ve stayed away from posting my art online for so long because I can never seem to finish anything!

90% of my “art” is just this. Unfinished sketches and doodles. I struggle to finish anything lol.

and if I do color it’s lazy like this:

And it used to be that if DID attempt backgrounds (which was very rarely.) they looked like this:

I’d get bored halfway through and leave. I’d say most of my ‘’’art’’’ art is just me getting bored and leaving.

But like the things that I do keep ? The things that I’ve always done is just draw characters again and again and again:

From 2005

To 2016

And recently I’ve just found that people like to see this kind of stuff as much as I like to make it!

That is to say, I don’t see this all as “sticking to drawing” it’s not... really a conscious decision of mine. I can’t be a 100% sure, but it seems that you consider drawing like an active process that requires commitment and attention. And you’re of course right in that, but for me, I am a flighty non-committal person, and drawing is just a hobby of mine. And over time, it just happened that I got ‘better’ at it

I mean, lol, right now! I’ve spent the last 2 hours trying to answer this and ONCE AGAIN failing to start the commission on my to-do list :/

I hope some of these ramblings made sense.

#jfc I hope any of this makes sense #this was so difficult to verbalize lol #long post #pumpkin asks #REALLY long post

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jenovahh · 5 years

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Simple - Part 2

The Ascian arcs an elegant eyebrow, reclined against a nearby cave wall. “Has the constant light finally gotten to you?” he taunts, infuriating smirk on his lips.

“You know what I mean!” you growl, stomping over to him, his eyes shimmering in the dark as if he were standing outside in the never ending light. “You know me. Knew me. In a past life...and you...” You can’t finish your sentence as the look he gives you stops your heart, fixing you in place.

“So even a soul as sundered as yours can remember, can they?” he murmurs, pushing himself off the wall. Trepidation fills you, the need to get away, of being caught takes over you. “Oh yes hero. I know you.”

You take a shaky step backward as he begins to near you, watching in shock as the nearby monsters merely cease to exist. The nearby lanterns are snuffed out, sending you into pitch black darkness. You try to reach out with your senses, but find nothing, increasing your panic. “E-Emet-Selch,” you tremble, gasping as arms wrap around you from behind, bringing you against a firm body.

“If you still only know my title,” he murmurs, releasing a breath against your exposed skin, “then perhaps all your memories have not returned to you yet.” Sharp teeth nip at your neck, a gasp leaving your lips as he brings you closer against him. “It is unfortunate, but you have done well to come this far. I have been patient for this long.”

“Patient for what?” you growl, breaking free from his hold. His form is the only thing you can see, still hunched over as if the weight of the world rests upon his shoulders, and not your own. “I...this is my life now. No matter what memories I have, or who I was in whatever past life I lived,”

You’re cut off by a roaring laugh, the man before you nearly doubling over. Pursing your lips you can only stand there and wait, growing more uncomfortable by the second. “Do forgive me, my sweet, naive, clueless hero...” he snickers, wiping a tear from his eye. “But I could not help but have a genuine laugh at that. Thank you.”

Baring your teeth at him, you feel your fists clench at your sides. “What was so funny?” You were not looking for a fight, but if he kept up his condescending attitude instead of giving you answer, by the Twelve he would get one.

“Calm your anger, Warrior.” he laughs, the sound rich and pure. “After all, it would be of no use to you. You know you cannot hurt me, and you know that I do not mean simply by our difference in power.”

Growling you draw your weapon, aiming it him, bringing your power to the front. He doesn’t move, simply standing there with that Twelves’ damned, infuriating smirk. Your frustration mounts as you find yourself unable to run forward, to finally manifest your power to do harm. “Don’t be rash.” he grins, moving toward you once more, plucking your weapon from your hands. You stare dumbly at him, watching as your weapon vanishes into thin air as you back yourself into a wall. “You asked me, if I know you...but you know that yourself."

You don't resist as he reaches for you once more, an arm around your waist, a hand clutching your chin forcing you to look at him. "I know you to your very soul." he hisses, rubbing a thumb across your lips. "A soul, that I have high hopes for. You are by far, the best version of you I have seen in many, many years." His eyes slide shut as he leans his forehead against your own. "The truest you, thus far. So eager to save everyone, even at the cost of losing yourself." Your breath comes fast, being pressed against him, your hands clutching at his robes tightly. "You think that the you of your memories differs from the person you see yourself as in this moment...You do not remember yet. But you will."

His lips are on yours, feeling as soft as they had the first time. When he presses for more, you don't fight it, wanting to taste him as much he seems to want the same from you. He practically crushes you to him, as if he were to let you go, you would fade away into the aether. "I have missed you," he breathes, trailing his tongue to your neck, taking your skin between his teeth. It feels entirely too good, it feels right, and you feel impatient. You don't want him to wait, to take his time at your neck. You don't want to, you don't want to--

"I can't," you whine, arms weak as they try to push him away. Your heart wrenches in your chest, a vision of your lover waiting for you, ignorant to your adventures. "I may have those memories but...I'm still me...!" you cry out as his teeth bite sharply into your skin, blood trickling down your neck. You whimper as he laps at the wound, hand in your hair wrenching you back to give him better access. "Audric I...I want to be happy with him..." you sob, finally wrenching yourself from his hold once again. Emet-Selch's eyes are shining like the sun, desire flaring brightly, even as his lips pull into a taunting sneer.

"Go then, to your lover." he seethes, standing to his full height.

"Why are you doing this?!" You shout, voice charged with emotion. "I have a lover, I love him, I want to be normal,"

"Normal?" He snorts, the action somehow still elegant coming from him. "You, slayer of gods, liberator of nations, bane of a nation I had created from my own hand...normal?" he howls with laughter, fangs gleaming in the darkness. Never had he looked less human, more like the Ascian you knew was lurking beneath that vessel of flesh he inhabited. "You have given up the right to be normal long ago. Even as but a shadow of your past self at current, your soul is still far from normal, shining brighter than the mere flickers of light on this star." He takes a moment to compose himself, brushing his hair from his face. "I am content to let you live out your little farce however. Let you experience what it is to be mortal and all. You know who you belong to."

That last line is like a knife to the heart, the truth of his words cutting painfully deep as tears threaten to burst forth. "I...you would let me continue on? Knowing I share another's bed, you still would," his gaze is like steel, cutting you off as a dark smirk curls his lips.

"It matters not. Share his bed you may, but that is all you do." You gasp as you suddenly find yourself before Audric's home, shame washing over you like a flood. His stare is hard, but still filled with a smugness that you find familiar as you do concerning. "I will be waiting hero."

"Emet-Selch, why,"

"Oh, you're home!" Audric beams, standing in the doorway. You turn to him in shock, trying to kill the frantic look in your eyes. "I thought I had heard someone outside. I didn't know you had stopped by for a visit." He grins, looking genuinely happy to see you. "Did you come by for supper?" he asks, moving to bring you into his arms. Looking back, the Ascian that plagued you had vanished, leaving you staring into the rest of the small village. "Are you allright? You look as though you've seen a ghost." Audric looks you over, gasping as his eyes land upon the wound at your neck. "You've been bitten! Are you poisoned? We must find a healer,"

"Audric." He stops his fretting as you take your hands in his, clutching them tightly. His blue eyes are filled with concern, twisting the metaphorical knife a little deeper. Putting on your best smile, you reach to give him a light kiss. "Let's eat supper. I wanted to see you."

Lies. Lies, lies, lies.

They spill forth, as easy as lifting your blade, your book, your fist to fight an oncoming threat.

You wanted to stay with him. You wanted a simple life. You wanted to get married, grow old, die, with him. To hang up your sword, put away your armor, and live a simple, mortal, average, life--

You wake up screaming, Audric clutching you tightly as he struggles to calm you down. "My love," his voice is full of fear, hands wiping your tears away. "What is the matter?" he asks, searching your face, for what you wonder.

"It was but a nightmare." you lie, to him, to yourself. "I did not mean to wake you."

"But wake me you did." you murmur, turning over in the cool sheets, morning sun flowing across your bare skin.

"Guilty as charged. I could not decide if you looked more beautiful awake or asleep. I had but one choice to find out." Emet-Selch's eyes are warm as he takes in your body, a genuine appreciation, an unabashed shamelessness shining in golden orbs. "I must say that I much prefer you asleep. Then I don't have to deal with your sass."

You let out a laugh at that, pushing yourself up, the sheets falling to pool at your hips. "Me? The sassy one?" you snort, every bit undignified, but it doesn't seem to make a difference if the look in Emet-Selch's eyes are anything to go by. There is still an appreciative quality to his gaze, though it is now tinted with desire. "Don't give me that look. You have somewhere to be." you warn, though your voice holds no true edge to it.

"So I do. Which means I must endeavor to be quick." he grins, climbing atop the bed, eyes focused on you and you alone.

"Don't you dare!" you laugh, squealing as he drags you toward him. "Emet-Selch!" Your laughter only spurs him on, burying his face in your neck, tickling you with his nose.

"No titles, when we're alone remember?" he purrs, moving you beneath him. "Our names sound so much better, don't you think Persephone?" he gives a quick nip to your neck, making you squeal with delight.

"Very well. Hades, you will be late." You sigh, feeling as his hands trail up your sides. "I will not have Lahabrea breathing down my neck because you were late to a meeting once again," you are cut off with another nip on your skin, giving him a firm smack in retaliation.

"I would never part from you, if I could help it dearest Persephone." The affection in his voice is enough to feel as if your heart is caught in your throat, your hands reaching out to cup his face in your hands.

"You will tire of me someday, dearest." You tease, but his expression is serious as he holds you tight.

"Never." He whispers, the conviction in his voice nearly undoing you. "Our lives are eternal, our souls bound, and even if the star itself would cease to exist...I would always find you."

Opening your eyes, those same golden ones from your memories stare right back. He had looked somewhat pleased, somewhat surprised that you had managed to seek him out, lounging in the cool Rak'tikan forest. The lights of the Fanow were but a faint glow in the distance, the area around him eerily silent as if all manner of fauna did not dare come close and disturb him. "You...didn't lie."

"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific than that, hero." he yawns, making no moves to stand up. You pose no threat to him you realize, for it is certainly not trust that keeps him seated.

Kneeling, you feel the cool grass on your skin, drawn to him by some unseen force. He remains still even as you straddle his lap, eyes bored as you all but climb atop him. His hands reach for your hips, drawing light circles with his thumbs. Your face heats at the action, but you try to remain focused. "Our lives are eternal...our souls bound..." you repeat, watching as recognition shines in his eyes.

"I wouldn't be a good harbinger of truth, if I lied, now would I?" He purrs lowly, giving you a squeeze.

"Why do you let me remain with Audric? Why not break us apart?" You settle your weight on his thighs, your hands reaching to rest on his chest, feeling the fur of his coat tickle your fingers.

"What threat does that boy pose to me?" he scoffs, taking a wrist in hand, bringing it to his lips. He places a kiss there, eyes sliding shut as he breathes you in. "If he found out, what could he possibly do to me?" He chuckles, nipping at your skin again, making you whimper. "Only you would be in trouble hero. To avoid that it is as simple as leaving him! You seem so determined however, to convince yourself of your mortality, as unfortunate as that is." The outermost part of your gear disappears with a snap, allowing him trail kisses further up your arm.

"Am I not mortal? You had said that that only you and Elidibus,"

"You are mortal yes." he interrupts, pulling you closer against him. You blush as you feel his arousal beneath you, stilling your hips as you fight the urge to grind upon it. "But, if your mortality is such a concern on whether or not we will part, do not fear; I have that already taken care of. I have my ways after all." His hand slowly creeps up to your chest, lightly pinching a nipple between his fingers that earns him a whimper. "So go on. Live your mortal life."

Taking his chin in your hand, you stare him down, feeling what feels like a millennia worth of anger within you trying to find it's way out. "My life isn't yours to play with." you growl, searching his eyes for any sort of remorse.

You find none.

"I would never play with your life. You know this." His eyes become half lidded as he reaches for your arousal, the silk of his gloves gliding over your hypersensitive skin. "In fact, I have been quite understanding," he snaps his fingers once more and you are left with only your small clothes as the final barrier between you, "to your need to convince yourself. For I already know the truth." his voice sounds a bit more ragged, his eyes more ravenous as they roam over your body. Reaching between you, he glides his now bare hands over your arousal, your hips having a mind of their own as they reach for his touch. "You are mine hero." he rumbles, voice husky with desire.

You melt under his careful ministrations, your hand falling to his shoulder allowing him to bring you to him, his mouth closing around a nipple that has you crying out into the night. He still works his hand over your arousal, smearing what wetness you offer as you press yourself into his hand. It is a simple matter to roll you beneath him, his heavier outer coats vanishing much like your own gear. "Why would I let you go, when I have waited so long?" he whispers against your skin, conjuring oil to coat his fingers as he presses one inside you. "Do you think I would not find a way to keep you by my side? After I have waited for years and years..."

Your body draws him in immediately, you feel him smirk against your skin. "I would do anything to make you happy..." he sounds almost lovesick, the look in his eyes would have you weak in the knees were you not already laid on the ground for him. He adds a second finger, smiling serenely as your cries increase, thrusting them at an easy pace. You're gasping for air it feels like, pleasure coursing through every part of your being. You feel as if there's no fighting against it, not when nothing has felt more right than anything else in your life. Not when you could feel the love and affection in each touch, each caress, each breath on your body.

"M-More," you plead, urging him to go faster. The edge remains just out of reach, your eyes meeting his golden ones.

"Say you are mine." he demands, curling his fingers just so, a keening cry pulled past your lips as he hits that spot within you. "I must hear it. After so long."

"H-Hades,"

A shuddering breath passes dark lips, the last of his clothing vanishing as the two of you lie bare on the forest floor. "Again." he urges, pulling his fingers from your opening. "My name. Again." Lining up, you feel the head of his cock at your opening, pressing in slowly. The two of you moan in unison at your joining, your legs wrapping around his hips to bring him closer, which somehow doesn't feel like close enough. You feel more complete than you ever have in your life, hands in his hair so that you can keep drinking him down as he slowly begins to move within you. You swallow his moans as much he does your own, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but you can't even register the pain past the sheer ecstasy coursing through you. "You belong to me, Persephone." He growls, a hand suddenly catching your hair between his fingers, yanking your head back roughly like he did in the cave. Sharp teeth scrape along your pulse, your instincts flaring up only to be silenced by his thrusts becoming more urgent, more forceful. He fucks you like a man possessed, the sound of skin against skin loud over your own cries as he tugs and bites at your skin.

"I'm yours, Hades," you whine, feeling the end so very, very close. Your vision is hazy, limbs weak as he pushes you closer to the edge, but not over it. "H-Hades," you whimper as he bites down to break the skin again, moaning loud enough that any of the Viis on patrol would have heard you as you reach your peak. He follows not too long after, hips jerking without rhythm into your eager body, a broken cry of Persephone falling from his lips. You lie there in a daze, staring up at the night sky as he empties himself within you, the stars in skies above twinkling like lights in a long forgotten city...

"Have you no shame, Emet-Selch?" you giggle, hunching your shoulders as he tickles your neck with his nose, a habit he had made once he found out you were ticklish. The two of you stand together in a garden, flowers nearly reaching your waist, lights of the city twinkling as the sun begins to set.

"What is there to be ashamed of? Am I not allowed to express my very healthy love for you?" he hums, the vibration making you laugh all over again, hands weakly batting him away.

"I know not a moment's peace when you are around." You grin, giving him a peck on the cheek, your hand moving to run through his hair. He gives a contented sigh, arms coming to wrap around you tenderly. "You are so very embarrassing." You tease, though he knows you enjoy his attentions. Strangers pass by, masked just as the two of you are, but even you can feel their smiles at seeing how happy the two of you are. You cannot help but feel shy about it; he does have a seat on the Convocation after all. And yet, he had chosen you out of everyone.

"If showing my love for you embarrasses you so, we may always retire to our rooms." He grins, waggling his eyebrows. You try to smack him again, but he holds you tighter, laughing rich and loud. "Feeling shy, my love? Has Lahabrea been pestering you again?" he questions, reaching a hand out to conjure a flower. Taking it from his hands, you admire it's beauty, it's petals soft to the touch, stem free of thorns that would hurt you.

"He is only doing his job; encouraging me to stop your antics so that you might actually attend a meeting on time, instead of hanging about like a lovestruck fool." You cannot hide the smile from your voice, grinning ear to ear as he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"If loving you is to be foolhardy, then I am content with my lot in life." You make a noise of surprise as he suddenly picks you up, twirling you around in his arms. "My love for you is as eternal as we are, my soul bound to yours until the end of time."

Cool wind blows through your hair, strands whipping about you as you stare into crystal blue skies of Il Mheg. Flowers of all kinds tickle at your toes and ankles, a tug on your arm bringing you back to the present.

"Darling?"

Smiling, you allow Audric to pull you along, his mood infectious as he prattles on about the sights he had never gotten to see, for fear of incurring the pixies' wrath. The pixies couldn't resist messing with him a little bit of course, but a quick word from Feo Ul was all it took get you some well deserved peace.

"You must truly be amazing; to make friends with the pixies. Their king of all people!" He exclaims, staring up at the castle that Titania had retreated back to. "You are no mere adventurer, are you?"

You give a small laugh, letting him pull you down to sit amongst the flowers. "Whatever gave you that idea?" you ask, mask in place as he brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your skin.

"You may not reveal all your secrets to me dear, but even I can tell that you are someone special. Something more." His voice is entrenched in awe, an easy smile on his face. "In truth, I have to wonder what you even saw in me, a simple repairman." He admits, face tinted as pink as the flowers at your feet.

Looking over his shoulder, you meet familiar golden eyes, saying nothing for a moment as they stare right back. "I saw the life I wanted to live." you murmur, unable to tear yourself away. "Tell me Audric...do you believe in a love that lasts forever?"

Audric pauses for a moment, eyes sparkling like jewels. "Of course I do."

Golden eyes twinkle, a smirk graces dark lips.

"If only it were that simple."

#Emet Selch #Solus zos Galvus #FFXIV #ff14 #Shadowbringers #my writings

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goingbackthroughthelookingglass · 5 years

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First Day. First Dose.

Today I begin microdosing Psilocybin Mushrooms.

Trying to get a handle on my depression has been a bit of a struggle. Before my depression hit, I would say I was pretty carefree. I remember friends describing me as someone who refused to see obstacles as obstacles, but rather challenges. My brother jokes with me that my magic and what I use to cast is by being able to pluck willpower out of thin air and use it for my own devices. I didn’t feel invincible; failure was definitely something in my life. But it never stopped me. Failure used to only be proof that my first plan didn’t work, and rather than wallowing in it, it was just back to the drawing board to come up with plan b, and c, and d, and e.

And I was SO CREATIVE. God! I used to write. Poetry, songs, fiction, non-fiction, short stories. I used to sing, and paint, and needlework, and sculpt, and draw, and craft and just DO. The need to create something because my imagination was just too full was a driving force. Unstoppable. I miss that. I miss that me.

Now, I literally feel dumb. I am a college graduate with a private education (A-B student) that has trouble thinking of words. I feel like my depression has made me stupid. I lose track of what I am thinking in the moment. I can’t remember simple orders of operations (like when you need to run errands, and you have a list of things you need to do before other things...I couldn’t even do THAT). I feel weighted, like my brain is trying to think through sludge sometimes. Or that the thing I want in my brain is “slightly to the left.” Especially words. Yes, some of it is age, but the rapid progression is scary, and it’s NOT normal, and something is WRONG. I found out that depression can change your brain’s chemistry, that it can change your memories and your thought processes.

My depression does not manifest in sad or suicidal thoughts. It manifests in anhedonia, which is a term I recently found out means a lack of pleasure in doing things. A symptom of that is a lack of motivation. Why do anything if it doesn’t bring you even an ounce of joy? I was finding it hard to get out of bed again (the last time being a major bout of depression in 2015 that quite nearly killed me). And I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m done playing this game, and a true Slytherin wouldn’t allow this to continue...not when there were things that would give me an advantage.

March 7th I began anti-depressants. I started on Prozac, and for the first week, almost immediately, things felt effortless again. I had forgotten what that FELT like. Unfortunately, a couple weeks in the Prozac began to stop working. My family does well on Lexapro, so my doctor switched me to that April 11th. It’s definitely helping. Since March I have only missed one dose, and that was because my refill came in a day late (my fault, I totally should have ordered sooner). Now, it is May 26th. I’ve been taking 10mg of Lexapro for 5 weeks. For the most part...it works. My apartment has been cleaner, my finances (a big trigger for my depression) have been a bit better, but there have been some close calls. I feel I’m still not up to where I want to be.

Before starting medication, somehow (and IDK how) I stumbled onto the knowledge of microdosing. And for months I’ve kind of been sitting on this knowledge, thinking about it and considering it. You see, while I’m not in any way a vanilla person, never have I ever used a purely illegal substance. I did some Adderall in college a handful of times, but even though weed is legal where I am (now), I’ve never touched it. I’ve always had a pretty negative view of those things. When I was little drugs and alcohol took my parents away. My father left, and my mom went into rehab during some pretty formative years. Because I cannot blame them for their addictions, I blamed the drugs. While I very VERY occasionally socially drink, drugs were just always a thing I hated.

I’ve found I hate something more than that now. I hate my depression, and whether I have to be on a prescription or illicit I will do anything I can to beat that fucker down to something that I can manage. It’s not even just for my life anymore. I have a team of people that I work with, that I’m leading, in a very creative endeavor. I NEED ME BACK. And I’ll fight tooth and nail to get me back. There is no prince to come and rescue me from the tower; it’s all me, and I’ll use whatever I can at my disposal.

Last week, I acquired Psilocybin Mushrooms. I read everything out there I could on microdosing, how to do it, people’s experiences (Reddit is great for that actually). I bought everything I needed (capsules, scale, the mortar and pestle I already had) which came in today. And today, May 26th, I’ve taken my first microdose. I am still taking my anti-depressant (since I’m on the lowest therapeutic dose anyway).

Time: 3:07PM Amount: 0.1g Schedule: 1 dose, every 3 days, for a month trial.

This tumblog will be my experience. I hope someone else finds it helpful.

#microdosing #mushrooms #microdose #Psilocybin Mushrooms #Psilocybin

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ah-maa-zing · 5 years

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Unmasked (Arrow 7.08)

Hmmm. I had to reflect for a while on what I think of this episode.

On the one hand, my expectations were sky-high in anticipation of Oliver and Felicity’s reunion, after 7 episodes and 7 months apart, and there was no way the show would ever be able to live up to those expectations (Unless it gave us 40 solid minutes of Oliver and Felicity of getting reacquainted with each other, obviously). So any disappointment is clearly of my own making, in part at least.

On the other hand, after 7 episodes and 7 months apart, you’d have thought they could dedicate at least one episode – one episode! – to fully unravelling the fallout of Oliver’s imprisonment, and dealing with how it affected both him and his wife, rather than just rushing headlong into the next thing.

I’m fully cognisant that most of my ire is directed towards the fact that this doesn’t get picked back up next week – thanks a lot, crossover literally no one asked for – and then we head off into hiatus, effectively making this episode our mid-season finale. That’s unsatisfying, especially because the Oliver and Felicity storyline seems to hang on a dramatic cliffhanger (ZOMG WILL THEIR MARRIAGE SURVIVE?!?!?) in a way it wouldn’t have done if the next episode actually followed through on this. It’s the television equivalent of clickbait.

Side rant – generally speaking, I don’t have as much hate for the crossovers as a lot of people; I find them fun diversions for the most part. But I do resent the formulaic structure we’ve developed around them – they’re always at mid-season, they mostly ignore the main SLs of the individual shows (last year was probably the exception), they usually involve alternate earths or magic or shapeshifting or body swapping or whatever the heck is going on this year, and given that this year, Arrow gets one less episode overall than usual anyway, I do feel short changed and quite irked by the whole crossover shebang. Imagine if we could have allowed the events of this episode to percolate and develop in the next one, so that the storylines would have some time to breathe.

I think that’s my general disposition regarding the episode – there’s so much happening and not a lot of it is given time to breathe. One of the great things about the prison arc was that there were two arcs running in parallel – Oliver in prison, and Felicity trying to get Oliver out of prison. There were C and D and E storylines too, of course, but those two were the primary thrust that moved the story forward. Each episode advanced those SLs forward in a way that brought progress.

It's a bit like the weapon the Silencer uses – 701-707 felt a little like when the device is on, and all extraneous sound is extinguished. There is only the fight, the main purpose, and everything else is muted. Episode 8, then, feels a bit like that moment when the Silencer’s device is switched off, and all sound comes rushing back in, and everything is muddled and chaotic and you have no idea how many people have entered the room, limbs flying everywhere.

‘Unmasked’ feels like a transition episode, and for that, I can’t fault it. It gets most people to where they need to be, or at least somewhere along that path. It seems to want to draw a direct line from the events in the present to what happens and is happening in the future. It’s just that, for all that it is a place-setting episode, it loses a bit of the focus and quiet intensity of the episodes that came before it.

In true Arrow fashion, the party was fun for approximately 30 seconds before it all went to shit. Can I just say, I cannot believe that of all people, Laurel was the only one who acknowledged that Felicity was the one who did everything she could to bring Oliver home; nobody else in that group of people seems to have that awareness, to the point that Rene is actually complaining that no one threw him a party when “we” captured Diaz? Sorry, Rene, but as I remember it, Felicity had to fight you all tooth and nail to get you to help her even one step of the way. If anyone deserves credit for taking Diaz it’s not you and it’s certainly not the others. This lack of self-awareness from the former team really bugs me, but what bugs me more is that I don’t think the writers see it that way, which means we won’t ever get a resolution to this.

The Oliver and Felicity storyline was, unsurprisingly, my favourite and also the most affecting. They have spent so much of the first year of their marriage apart – the fact that Felicity is surprised he even remembers is testament to how much shit they’ve had overtake their lives over the course of the year. So their reunion felt a little bit muted – not because they suddenly don’t love each other, but because they both appeared to be so drained by what has happened to them. Felicity softly telling Oliver that she’s missed him, or Oliver talking about how he thought of her and William every day in prison – both show us in quiet ways how much of a toll this ordeal has taken on them. Oliver’s hesitation to join the world, to talk to people, to put the hood back on again (not wanting to risk being separated from his family again, as he tells Rene) was an interesting way to show his anxiety about being back in the world manifesting, and I liked that Felicity ran interference for him on that aspect, coaxing him to go to the party, dealing with the media and fobbing off Max Fuller, who was a joy to see returned. I had hoped that Max would meet Felicity and that he would bring up Oliver sleeping with his fiancée (then wife, then ex-wife), and both of these things happened and it was glorious. Then Felicity essentially rolled her eyes at him and waltzed past with her husband, and I appreciated that also.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I loved the scene in their apartment where Felicity pulls out a gun – when she’s had time to practise her shooting skills I don’t know – and the disbelief on Oliver’s face that she would a) have a gun and b) actually use it really tickled me for some reason. I recognise that Oliver not believing Felicity would go as far as she has seems a little inconsistent with what we know of their relationship – Felicity has crossed lines in the past and Oliver has been there to witness it – but I do think it is in character for him to be shocked by that particular moment. Every time he’s seen her with a gun, which is very rarely, he’s been shocked by it; in the past she’s also declared her distaste for them. So the idea that she now not only carries a weapon but is willing to use it is, of course, surprising to him. He also hasn’t seen her the way we have the past few episodes, and he doesn’t know what she’s had to go through to get to here, and how little support she’s had from her so-called friends.

Oliver has also been influenced by all that “circle of violence” talk that was drummed into him by the Level Two doctor. He’d been worried about passing it on to William and hadn’t even considered that it would be Felicity who would be most affected by it. To me, part of this feels like Oliver, in the past 7 months, has put her on a bit of a pedestal; he’s stared at a picture of her every day since his imprisonment, but a picture is not a person, and I think he’s lost sight of how his imprisonment has also been her imprisonment. This is highlighted when he tells her that he’s apologised endlessly for his decision at the end of S6, and she (thankfully, rightly) tells him that she can’t do anything with apologies. When she tells him what she’s had to go through in the last few months his instinct is to cringe and apologise – that’s what he’s always done, he’s always blamed himself for the actions others have been forced to take in his name – and she tells him that it’s not on him. It’s just a fact that her life has been upended because of this, and she’s had to re-form the person she is out of the debris.

I also believe that, in the heat of that conversation, they misunderstand each other – she calls her old self weak, and Oliver is horrified, telling her that he fell in love with that person. Felicity sees this as him re-affirming her claim that she used to be weak and judging who she is now, whereas I think Oliver was trying to say that he never saw her that way, and that in fact he fell in love with a woman who was already strong. We know that he believes this – he’s said it countless times over the years. In many ways she’s stronger than he is, and perhaps his dismay is that she suddenly doesn’t see it. Felicity, to my mind, seems to have lost sight of herself. I don’t think she is particularly “dark”, like the show is trying to present (in order to link it to the future where she’s apparently evil), or no more so than Oliver has been at various points over the years – but given that everyone around her has been telling her she’s “losing herself” or is on the path to not being a hero anymore (thanks, Diggle), she’s started to believe it. Felicity has always had a little bit of grey within her, from her days as a hacktivist to her dealings with Helix. Just because she’s chosen over the years to “find another way” does not mean she’s not capable of making the difficult choices.

But right now, Felicity is starting to believe that, so perhaps she sees Oliver’s incredulity as him also telling her that she’s losing her way, so she becomes defensive and tells him that version of her is gone for good. To their credit, they both do talk about this in a mature way later, by recognising that they’ve grown in ways the other hasn’t yet seen or had time to reconcile with. That reconciliation of their new selves is key to their relationship and it will be hard work they have to do as a couple. I have no doubts they’ll do it, and I’m excited to see them do it; I just wish it didn’t have to be presented in this shock-horror kind of way. FYI I don’t think Felicity is suggesting a separation and I don’t think they’re going to get divorced, but like I say, the clickbaity nature of it all bugs me.

As for the rest of the episode –

I’m not sure why John and Lyla “need” Diaz to help them with whatever the heck Dante is, other than the fact that it plays into an already widening separation between Diggle and Oliver/Felicity. It’s the kind of action that is pretty much a betrayal of everything the latter have been through, and though John acknowledges that he hates lying to them, it’s not clear why he does. Perhaps if he’d told them what was going on, they might even be okay with it. It feels like John’s arc is leading somewhere, and perhaps he has to walk this path before he can come back to the man we know and love; they’ve told us time and time again that the theme of the season is redemption, for everyone, so maybe this is part of it. Either way, that storyline is still not interesting enough to me.

I liked the brief moment between him and Oliver in the old bunker, but really only because of what Oliver says about accountability – it was a truly heroic moment for Oliver to accept that if the city wants to hate the Green Arrow, they also have to hate him; the “new Green Arrow” may be borrowing his name and hood, but Oliver was the “OG”, and it’s him the city has loved and loathed over the years. It’s his legacy, so the accountability is his. Seeing him in the suit without the mask is weird, and him working for the SCPD is even weirder. I’m not sure who the Green Arrow is without Overwatch, but I guess we’ll find out.

I haven’t even touched on the flashforwards (and this is already overlong) -- to be honest, I don’t know what to make of them at this point. The introduction of Blackstar (Maya?) was great -- she seems to be an intriguing character and clearly has a lot of secrets yet to be discovered. It was interesting that her base seems to be Max Fuller’s new club, but what it means, I don’t know. Also interesting that Roy didn’t go along to see her -- is this because he knows her? I’m not sure what to make of her involvement in the bomb plot, or why Zoe is so apprehensive about going to see her father in the Glades. The mention of Oliver was nice although it did seem like they were implying that he, too, is long gone. Interesting to find out about the Mark of Four -- that Oliver created it as some kind of vigilante call to action -- I wonder how many people it applies to. I also wonder how William has no idea about it -- when exactly did Oliver and Felicity leave him?

I also have to say this -- lately I’ve been beginning to see Dinah as a bit of a personality black hole. She’s just so dour all the time, both in the present day and future, and it’s really becoming tiresome. Her scenes just aren’t that interesting to me at the moment, which doesn’t bode well considering Oliver’s just started working at the SCPD. I don’t know -- I feel like Dinah’s become a bit lost as a character since 6B, and hasn’t recovered as well as perhaps Rene has. Who, incidentally, hasn’t used the word hoss even once this season. Miracle.

Finally -- new Green Arrow. Emiko, I assume. She wasn’t as much of a presence as I was expecting her to be considering the title of the episode, but I enjoyed her two bookend scenes. She clearly knows who Robert is, so I want to know a) how, b) who her mother is, c) how long she’s known, d) why she’s in town dressed like Oliver, e) does she have a list too?, f) is she technically working against Oliver?, g) why? So...basically everything.

The addition of Maya and Emiko to the roster, as great as they were this ep, is yet more proof at how bloated this cast has become. We don’t need 90 million members of Former Team Arrow hanging around doing nothing (seriously, was it necessary to have Curtis dress up and come in for one line that could have been delivered by someone else?). I can only hope that 7B takes a lean approach to their character roster -- between the present day and the future, I’m beginning to get lost in the noise.

I don’t expect the crossover to address any of the SLs brought up in this episode, so I suppose the next time we find out anything more on Emiko, Maya or how Oliver and Felicity reconcile will be after the new year, which...is a depressing thought, but c’est la vie.

I enjoyed Oliver and Felicity’s scene at the top of the ep, but really, I need more. These are two super hot people in their first year of marriage who’ve been separated for 7 months -- give them some happiness!

That said, I laughed out loud at Oliver’s face when Curtis asked what his first meal as a free man had been. I don’t think you want to know the answer to that, Curtis, so good on Felicity for jumping in.

I love Oliver’s reaction every time Felicity tells him she loves him. His face just lights up.

Oh, and the red pen callback! Ohhhh that one hurt.

Oliver’s reticence to re-enter the world was really well done.

Good to see that finally Oliver and Felicity’s place has a proper security system even if it was breached. But it does seem like the new flat is just the old flat re-dressed up. Sigh. I wish they would refurbish the Queen Mansion, especially since apparently nobody’s bothered clearing all that debris away from the fire???

Wasn’t it odd how Curtis asked Felicity “what will you do now?” as if he’s totally forgotten they had planned a start-up together and even had angel investors at one point. It looks like the writers have abandoned Helix Dynamics in favour of Smoak Tech, so I’ll take that and run.

I don’t care for the new mayor.

Wasn’t there supposed to be another party, one Oliver and Felicity don’t make it to?

I guess they’ve decided to keep William in boarding school. Which means it’s unlikely we’ll see him for a while (boo), seeing as we’ll bypass Christmas on the show thanks to certain other events.

Speaking of, ughhhh crossover.

#Olicity #Oliver x Felicity #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak #Arrow reviews #my reviews #ah-maa-zing reviews #Arrow #Arrow: Unmasked

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Journal Entry #1: Draw My Life

I would like to think that I’ve always been a reflective person even my childhood memories are full of solitary moments, me left alone to my perceptions and creations. I find it almost addicting going back to my childhood memory of playing in our sandy garden alone. This reflective peculiarity will prove valuable to me in the later years up to the present. It helped me grow and develop my definition of my identity, although more of identities. It brought me to the world of self-help books, journaling and constant self-evaluation. My days are full of questions and ambiguous answers to life. This time a year ago, I have decided to write them into journals. My journal typically starts with a question and continues freely, most of the time irrelevantly, to where writing takes me and it may be observable in this entry. I hope not. It is also written as if it is someone else’s so I can be more objective and harsh on myself.

Ever since I arrived here in NCR, I haven’t written anything yet so this will serve as my first entry. I literally write in journal notebooks, but I have discovered that I can use technology, prove myself as a gen-Z and use the softcopy format a.k.a. “.docx” and even “.txt”.

I have filled three different journal notebooks ever since I started a year ago. Although majority of my writing are on my laptop now, I still write on paper and my fourth journal notebook is almost halfway filled with whatever this mind encounters. Journaling is a very soothing and liberating process for me.

This is how I journal now, and I’d like to call it “E-journal” as if putting an E in the beginning of any word makes it sound better. I typically write anything I can think of and anything that intrigues me. Although, my writings are hindered by my writing skills because I don’t know a lot about forming sentences, using punctuation and selecting words from a narrow and shallow vocabulary. I love English because I think it is a very creative and inclusive language but sadly, I’m not that good yet to create and enjoy it to its fullness.

I think I am exposing myself too much already but what’s life without a little vulnerability. I personally have struggled with vulnerability and insecurity. This basically became the story of my high school life and pretty much of my life because I can hardly remember events before high school. Peer pressure got the best of me and it made me do things I would regret but I can do nothing about so let’s move on.

This is the grade 7 me, too naïve about the world around him and on the things about to come. He feels very insignificant and is peer pressured a lot. He has grown and he’s very different now but it humbles him to know where he started. Reminiscing how we grow through time always lead to smiles.

“Beast”

In high school is where you find inevitable to be grouped to the same people with the same interests. For our group named “BST”, we found each other through sports and cutting classes to play sports. They saw and guided my growth from the one on the picture above to who I am today. The day after graduation transforms high school friends to lifelong family.

“Megs”

Megs is the Bisaya term for friends. This my wholesome and nerdy squad. It may seem contradicting belonging to two squads with different nature but it’s not. I found that one squad completes and balances the other so that I stay right in between my academics and my passion. I am not swallowed by academics nor do I sacrifice my future for playing sports.

“Do your thingsss”

I have loved a few things and formed a few passions in my life and this picture shows it all.

The Wipcap, official cap of Fliptop which is the Philippines’ Rap Battle League and is the last Rap Battle League in the world, for my love of the hip-hop and culture.

The rifle for my love of service and to my three years membership of our school’s CAT.

Kyrie 5 “Husky” shoes for my passion in The Game and my homage to passionate players.

“Orchid in a bottle” for my love of biology, laboratory work and simple science.

The Innovators book for my love of technology, great people, great work and cooperation.

This is the product of my six years in high school. When I heard we were allowed one creative shot for our yearbook, this image of me popped into my mind. I have unconsciously viewed myself this way and I can say this has been my self-image as a product of my high school life. High school has been productively transformative for me. It gave me the chance to redefine myself through reflection. I have known myself deeper. This probably is the most “me” picture of my life.

I believe that a man is defined by how he uses much of his time. This is where majority of my time goes and majority of where my self-concept comes from. These are my mentors and my hobbies.

THE HIP-HOP CULTURE

“BLKD”

A UP-Diliman graduate Fliptop pioneer who is considered now a Legend and the best lyricist of the game. He takes pride in his timeless content, intricate flow and crafty use of rap elements like anagrams, personals, quadruple meanings, metaphors and bars. These are a few of his lines.

“Tanggap ko kung wala ako sa top 5 niyo, nasa Top 5 ako ng nasa top 5 niyo”

He may not always be the fan favorite, but he surely is feared among fellow emcees.

“Kaya kong magpaka-street, magsalit ng pa-slang

Kasi pen-game ko perfect, sa iyo pass lang

Puro galaw wala namang puntos, puro pass lang

Ako puro tirang sharpshooter na pumapaslang”

A quadruple meaning of the homophones paslang/pass lang with street, school, basketball and battle references.

“Hindi titulong pangdakila tinutukoy ko pangratrat

kapag sinabi kong si Bonifacio ay ginamitan ko ng Gat”

Personals spat in a game against Marshall Bonifacio referencing the Bonifacio vs Rizal argument through the “gat” double meaning as a pistol and as Jose Rizal.

BASKETBALL

“The Alchemists”

This was taken after our exhibition game. I have only known basketball in high school and from that day onward I still have the same passion from when I started. The summer after my first year, I then enlisted to a basketball camp. All the free time I have after that we then spent playing the game. I am very passionate about the game. Although I don’t play as often as I once did, deep inside is the same fire.

DOTA

“The Internationals 2019 bracket”

The internationals more commonly known as “TI” is the most prestigious and largest tournament in e-sports. It’s prize pool is crowdfunded by the Dota 2 community and is now at US$33 million. Today is actually the first day of the main event. I have played Dota 2 for 4000 hours already, all on the internet cafe. I know I shouldn’t be “that’ proud about it but it’s not all negative. I know that I have developed some of my skills and besides, I don’t play anymore in fact I only had 30 games last year. The best part about ti9,The Internationals 2019, is that there is an all-Filipino team in the upper bracket, TNC. They are representing the Philippines and all the Filipino players. They have cemented their name along with the best teams worldwide and now they have the chance to win The Aegis of the Immortal, the trophy of the champions ever since 2010.

“TNC Predator”

This is our team fighting for the Aegis of the Immortal.

The SCIENCE of LEADERSHIP

“The Golden Circle”

This is a concept by Simon Sinek in his book “Start with Why”, one of the first books I have read and reread. I love the book as much as the man who wrote it. It demonstrates the difference between good and great leaders based on their conduct. Good leaders lead from the outside in starting from what they do, how they do it and why they do it making the “what” aspect clearest for their followers. Great leaders do the opposite, they talk most of the time about why they do it and they assure that this be the clearest aspect for their disciples. It is even manifested in their advertisements. TiVo is a good television company with good leaders. One of their advertisement says “We can pause, forward and rewind your favorite shows for you”, focusing more on the what. Apple, a great company with a great leader - Steve Jobs, would have an advertisement that would sound like “The ones crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who actually do”. This advertisement doesn’t even mention any of their products but it does mention why they make their products and it being clear to their followers is one of the reasons why people line up for hours in Apple stores to get their new Iphones even if they can buy it without hassle the week after.

I love leadership and cooperation especially the the value they bring to the world. It has brought us movements to question what the world is doing, great products and most of all it bring faith back into humanity. This interest in leadership forced me to read leadership, business, self-help and personal development books. You’ll find a lot of these people in these.

Another fascinating aspect of this circle is its accordance to the layers and structures inside our brain. The “what” represents the prefrontal cortex which is responsible for, you guessed it, what we do. The “how” is where the limbic brain starts representing the basal ganglia - responsible more on how we conduct thing. Lastly, the “why” represents the primitive amygdala which answers all the question to why we do and it sets out our priorities from food, reproduction and finding meaning.

SERVICE of the CAT

“Legions of Pisay”

We are the Legions of Pisay, a club created and organized by students. Our advocacy is the Citizenship Advancement Training. We trained volunteers, we serve the student body as manpower for events and we are directly under the disciplinary officer in imposing the laws of the school. My three years of service in the CAT is all about service. We arrange the venues, direct the audience and clean up after the event. We are the first to prepare and the last to clean. All of this for service. In three years, we have created a bonding from all the sacrifices we’ve made together for the student body. I have served and I hope soon I will be able to serve again.

INTERSECTION OF TECHNOLOGY and PASSION

“Steve Jobs”

Steve Jobs. The great man Steve who founded apple at his parents’ garage with Woz, brought great products to the world, exiled by the very company he founded, created another company “NeXT”, created Pixar, sold NeXT and himself to Apple and saved apple from oblivion. This is how I simplify the life of Steve. He founded Apple, Apple kicked him, out but Apple bought him back just to save themselves and to bring back their visionary. I am a total fanboy. He has nothing but passion. He gave his all even his health for the world to enjoy great products and to bring us great experience. He placed a thousand songs in our pocket when all there was is a Walkman through iPod. He didn’t commercialize his software. He created the best animation movies. He thought he can change the world, he did. Apple is now US$1Trillion in valuation and in fact if it were a country it would’ve been the 27th richest. We don’t know when we will get another Steve or another Apple but I’m sure it’s trying to change the world with passion.

MOVIES and The NERDWRITER

Evan Pushack aka “The Nerdwriter” creates videos about everything he can think of but mostly about people, art and movies. We share the same interest and his youtube channel has become a haven for me. I indulge in his content. With this platform he tries to help people. His K.I.N.D. “Kids In Need of Desks” video raised US$3 million for the school children of Africa. That’s worth 62 000 desks in 4 000 classrooms. He himself is struggling to make money from his videos but he never forgets to help. The world needs more of these people and those who can’t be them can at least support their causes.

I really talk a lot and mostly not about myself as much as my self-concept which is hugely not about me at all. I like talking about topics I love and consequently they become intertwined with my self-concept.

I don’t remember much before my high school life and I don’t rely on them so much for my self-image. As far as I can remember these are where my personal life revolves around, outside the relationships I’m keeping and building. These are where most of my time is spent. I like that I have a lot of mentors and passions. I can and have tried doing these for consecutive hours without getting even bothered. I hope that I would be able to keep most of these.

I have probably crafted, maybe stolen, my self-image around these people and activities. If they crumble, so as my self-image. They have contributed a lot to my ever-expanding self-concept as well as to the self I strive to be.

Knowing about people is my thing. Writing about them fuels me. I like to write more about people especially those who touch me. If I’d be given another chance to draw my life, I would still make this kind of piece.

credits/follow:@dotesports @startwithwhy @cultofmac @nerdwriter1@danicamarie

p.s. reading this entry proves how much i need to improve on the canon of disposition

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Heelloo! This blog is absolutely wonderful. Before sleep, I always come to look for a fanfic based on the lists and it's very helpful. I can't help but sleep like a bear after reading a good fic recommended in this blog. Hope you continuee! And alsoo I have a request... if there is any fic with a jelly Kacchan, but a frequently jealous Kacchan. Because I love reading that type of scenes. Hope you answer meee, thankk youuu!!! ;;;

Hi! Thank you so much for the kind words, and I’m so sorry for the wait! Here’s a link to the Jealous Kacchan mini-list, just in case you haven’t seen it yet. Hmm… I think possessive behavior fics have a lot of Jealous Kacchan moments, so here’s a mini-list! (Some fics are tagged with both “Jealous Bakugou Katsuki” and “Possessive Behavior,” so you will see some works listed on here that were already listed in the other mini-list!)

-Ellie

20 Works.

Before Midnight by DriftingGlass ( E | 211,528 | 28/28 )

Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery.

“Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?”

And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou.

(And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Implied/Referenced Child Abuse | Emotional/Psychological Abuse | Attempted Sexual Assault]

[Abandoned] Alexithymia by DriftingGlass ( M | 61,246 | 10/11 )

It’s as if he’s inhaling a breath of snow and ashes—a shock and choke in his throat, strangely reminiscent of the day he realized that the birthmark blooming on his shoulder was identical to the drawings on his childhood friend’s desk.

Now, twelve years later, it only confirms Izuku’s impending doubts that, yes, he is now legally claimed by Katsuki Bakugou.

[ THIS FIC HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED. ]

[Underage]

[On Hiatus] Lost Omega by GreyDayMoon ( Not Rated | 36,940+ | 12/? )

Izuku was just trying to take care of himself and his mother but a single slip up sends him into unfamiliar territory where he encounters an aggressive alpha who drags him into tribe life.

*On temporary Hiatus*

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Dub-Con]

[On Hiatus] And He Was Magnificent by Skaii, SugarbabyIzuku ( E | 4,134+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku is an omega slave, born into a life of subservience. He’s trapped, never to reach his dreams of something more; until he’s thrust headfirst into the world of Bakugou Katsuki, the crown prince of Incendium Kingdom. Now, Izuku must adjust to a new life as Katsuki’s slave—while a war that threatens to shake the land looms on the horizon.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[On Hiatus] Quirkless by InkHound ( M | 29,444+ | 6/? )

Izuku’s heartbroken at the tender age of four— the doctors have confirmed he is quirkless. But the truly crushing blow is when not long afterward, little Izuku has a chance meeting with his number one hero; All Might, who tells him that without a quirk, he can’t be a hero (it’s just too dangerous).

Later that night, Izuku is watching his favorite All Might video in a daze. He puts the question to his mother; can he still be a hero, without a quirk? He watches as she freezes up, pale-faced and wet-eyed before she rushes to his side and speaks in a trembling, tear-filled voice;

“Oh baby, my sweet baby ‘zuku,” she says through her tears, “Of course you can.”

And everything changed.

[Underage]

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie ( M | 28,298+ | 5/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Oubaitori by DriftingGlass ( M | 32,666+ | 4/16 )

From the moment he was born, Izuku understood that he was different. He was a rarity, an omega; not necessarily seen as useful or even desirable. It didn’t take long, however, for his entire future to be placed in the hands of an alpha, one by the name of Katsuki Bakugo.

Through many pitfalls, confusion, and pains of growing up in a city where both are outcasts of their own kind, it takes more than just the threads of instinct and arranged contracts to bring two hearts together.

Love isn’t fate. It’s pure luck.

[Underage]

Mark Me Up by Flightless_Bird ( T | 1,674 | 1/1 )

Katsuki’s gaze cut into him again like a lightning bolt and it took Izuku a second to realize what the tilt of the blonde’s head meant: come here.

Hero & Zero by GreyDayMoon ( Not Rated | 8,493+ | 4/? )

Bakugou was the number one hero, surrounded by fans, and loaded with fame and fortune. So why would he care if a boy from his childhood still watched him from the edge of crowds? He wouldn’t give a shit about Deku who would? Who would even be looking for that stupid messy green hair?

Except maybe he would.

The Only One Who Can Make You… by TitanOrphanAnnie ( E | 898 | 1/1 )

PWP One-Shot about some fooling around after class that ends up fluffier than Kaachan was prepared for.

Possessive fuck by Thetrash ( E | 2,585 | 1/1 )

Izuku has a study date with Shoto and Katsuki decides to fuck him before he leaves.

[Dub-Con]

Aphiemi by DriftingGlass ( G | 9,591 | 1/1 )

[ Aphiemi - “to send for one’s self, to forsake, to hurl away, to disregard, to put off.” ]

Emotions are incredibly difficult to control and formulate the way you want to. For one Katsuki Bakugou, he’s made mistakes and placed assumptions on one person he realizes he cannot bear to live without, no matter how much he simultaneously detests and adores the little shithead.

Gagging For It by sagequit ( E | 3,006+ | 2/? )

Bakugou discovers that Midoriya has a bit of an oral fixation. Shameless PWP.

SeriesPart 1 of Bakudeku Filth

[Underage]

Soft Spots by Saysi ( E | 38,613+ | 18/? )

Midoriya and Bakugou don’t have the best of relationships - except when they find themselves alone.

Bakugou quickly finds himself developing a soft spot for the nerd.

Happy birthday Midoriya!

[Underage]

Fake It Till I Make You Mine by AnimeLoversInTown ( E | 8,514+ | 3/? )

All Katsuki wanted was to get away from people and eat his lunch in peace. How is it that after only two short minutes of blissful silence, he suddenly had to deal with Deku bawling, got suckered into listening to his problems, and wound up with a boyfriend? Ah well, at least he wasn’t bored.

[Underage]

Miko!!! by Hermaphrodite ( T | 30,110+ | 6/? )

Izuku isn’t really sure, but hes pretty certian in his past life he must have been a terrible person, maybe a heretic that had a cult following and went on a mass murder spree that cost people their lives or something, because there is no way that the gods could hate him this much for absolutely no reason besides existing. Firstly, he was born as a Omega, almost a second class citizen at this point if he was going to be honest with himself, and now at the age of four being branded Quirkless by doctors who were giving his mother looks of pity that clearly read that they thought just what society has conditioned them to think. To them, he was a quirkless, useless omega.Just because you live in a world where everyone has superpowers and you don’t doesn’t mean you aren’t any less of a hero! World be damned! They’ll just have to watch me do it!(Quirkless Omega Izuku accidentally summons Tamamo-No-Mae and becomes a DemiServant, and now with her power he will shape the world and show everyone Omegas can be Heroes! and well, Kaachan just wants everyone to stop staring at his Deku)

Where the Stars Burn Brightest by DriftingGlass ( M | 18,467+ | 3/? )

In a world where countries are torn asunder through quests for greed, power, and understanding the realm of industrial technology and ancient magic, only the strongest—and smartest—live a full life.

Every individual is born with a phrase marking their bodies, linking them to their soulmate through the threads of fate and time.

Izuku Midoriya is born with only half of a soulphrase on his wrist, destined to never meet the other half. A cruel omen.

Though this has not stopped Izuku from dedicating his young life to researching soul-born magic and science under his master, the legendary Toshinori Yagi. He is determined to manifest his Quirk, with or without a destined soulmate.

However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he rescues a volatile criminal—a man of savage beauty and many secrets.

And so, Izuku realizes rather quickly that in his dangerous new quest, only the most willful survive, and if his new companion is anything to show for it, nothing will prepare him for what’s to come.

[ Rewrite of The Rhythm of Fire and Wind ]

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Past Abuse]

I Like You Deku, damn it by AjhayLee ( T | 8,364 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki dreams about his past self as a prince and liking his attendant childhood friend. The thing is, he couldn’t confess his feelings and he wasn’t able to tell him. Upon realizing that he also like the present Midoriya in the process, he does what his past self couldn’t do the fourth time he woke up from the dream.

[Major Character Death]

class act by savedetonate (neverlasting) ( E | 1,696 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is riled up and feeling petty, and Izuku is looking too good to ignore.

[Underage]

Consumed by youreroad ( M | 5,209+ | 3/? )

Izuku and Katsuki had known each other since they where kids. They have their ups and downs and even had a fall out during middle school but in the end they are best friends. Even with Katsuki’s abrassive personality Izuku knows Katsuki cares for him.

He just has no idea to what extent.

In which Izuku tries to date and Katsuki is consumed by his obsession.

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl ask #w:violence #w:underage #t:abuse #t:dubcon #w:rape #t:pa #w:mcd #curator ellie

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forte7 · 6 years

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Forte’s Fan Character Flashback Friday - #7

Name:: Valarie Masters Series: Danny Phantom Background: Holey moley guacamole! I missed Fan Character Flashback Friday! I mean... today is a Friday, but I was supposed to post this last week! Dangit! I'm sorry! Things are kinda crazy on my end still and it only dawned on me today that I had forgotten to do something - and it was this.

A thousand apologies for my tardiness, but going on about that still won't get this posted.

I've actually been waiting to post this character because I KNOW I had old art of her SOMEWHERE around and I cannot, for the life of me, find it, and unfortunately, I'm down in Texas right now to help out my aunt and uncle so I can't even continue looking for the physical copies of said old art if it even still exists. I KNOW it exists, because I used to post art for this character on a Danny Phantom fan forum I would RP on and heck, I even found that old forum, managed to log in to see if any of those old links still worked, and NOPE.

Guess I deleted them off the Photobucket I once had them on at some point and where the physical copies are, I'm not sure, because I don't remember seeing them when going through my old drawing binders.

It's really quite frustrating.

Anyway, this is Valarie, who I named forgetting about the actual Valerie Grey character from the series, cause the name fit the general bad fan character naming system of "it starts with the same letter of the character I like and is kinda similar, so I'll go with it". I kept it anyway, cause little me reasoned, "well, this Valarie spells it with two As while the other is with an A and an E, so it's fine."

Just kinda funny that they're both linked to Vlad though, so yay, I guess? Hahah, I dunno.

Anywho, Valarie was set up/designed to be Vlad's daughter, but not even his biological daughter, though not a clone like some of my other fan characters, though with things that happen later in the actual series, it would actually be... possible/viable. Instead, she was a extraordinary creation of the Ghost Zone and was more or less "born" of the supernatural energies that construct that dimension.

I guess you can kind of compare her existence to that of Maria from Silent Hill 2. The Born from a Wish scenario kind of implies that Maria was manifested by the town using James' subconscious memories and feelings regarding his wife. Valarie, in the same vein, was manifested by the Ghost Zone, for whatever reason, to help placate Vlad's need and want for a family of his own.

Mind you, this entire backstory was cobbled together before Kindred Spirits introduced Dani Phantom and her entire storyline... which... is.... kinda the same, really, to Valarie's, and I remember at the time, was kind of mad about it back in the day.

Speaking of Dani Phantom, I remember how a lot of people were mad about Butch Hartman's apparent laziness in her character design and creation, cause it was pretty akin to many "bad fan characters" that you see out there, which, hey, I won't deny; that's what this whole Flashback thing I do is about, but you know, this just serves as a good example of the fact that pretty much... everyone does this. Everyone makes bad fan characters, even for their own things, so I think it's just more healthy for people to realize this and embrace it, hahaha.

Going back to Valarie - she's more or less a person who exists to help Vlad chill the fuck out and maybe not ruin things for everyone or everything. A more recent reason I came up with for this was that Clockwork and/or The Observants that are seen in the Ultimate Enemy special with Dark Danny foresaw Vlad's ambitions proving to be too troublesome in the future, so to prevent this from causing way more havoc than it's worth, even with Danny around to stop him or whatever, they're like "hey just throw him a kid; that'll keep him busy a little, right?"

Even with her supernatural origins, Valarie is half-human and half-ghost like Vlad and looks much like him thanks to just her being a physical manifestation of one of his subconscious desires. Physically, she’s about seven or eight years old and generally acts playful, though polite, but can occasionally come off as spoiled.

She shares many of her father’s sentiments towards various issues and people, though it’s safe to assume she doesn’t fully understand his reasoning for those feelings due to how young she is. For example, she harbors a dislike for Jack, though finds his clumsiness more amusing than idiotic and only really says she hates him because Vlad does.

In regards to Danny, she likes him and finds him fun to play with, but in her terms, that means toying around with him. Despite her small size, she can hold her own in battle and has a good handle on her ghost powers and won’t hesitate to use them to pull pranks or harass other people, especially if she has or is told to. Her antics can be described as impish while in ghost form, though she likes to feign innocence if caught.

A big point of curiosity with her is her memory; she has no memory of a time before not “being” and has no real answer when asked about her childhood. She doesn’t seem bothered by this lack of knowledge and usually shrugs it off, intent that she exists because she does; she feels no need to question it further. For her things are simple: if her father is happy, she’s happy. Be this just some childish thought process or some more ingrained sense of purpose because of her strange origins is up for debate.

More was actually done with this character than others and like I said, there used to be old sketches of her about. If I ever find them (and I hope I do, really), I’ll be sure to post them.

But aside from that, like I said, I did role play with this character on a Danny Phantom fan thread and boy was that a cringy time. I will admit now, that back then, when I was like 12 or whatever, I was an obnoxious brat who didn’t know how to really socialize or what she was doing on the Internet. Hahaha, when going back there to find the old image links, I ventured onto some of my older posts and…. Whooooo boy, no thank you.

I know at that point I did also write short fanfics from time to time, but I think those might be locked on boot drives from our old computers and don’t have a way of looking for them now either. For those, if I ever do find them, I might also post them, but it all depends on just HOW much cringe I want to trudge up and share, hahaha.

I know I’ve been ranting a lot now and it’s already now past Friday, even for the time zone I’m in, but I’m gonna go on a little side story as… an apology, though it just means a bit more ranting.

When I said I RPed on this site, I can’t actually say a lot of actual character development happened. I don’t remember what the system was for RPing canon show characters and the times they did pop up, it was on a situational basis, because more people were interested in playing their own character and pretty much everyone on that forum had half-ghost, half-human characters that had their powers for one reason or another.

There was one thread that was particularly popular though that I spent a lot of time in with most of the other players, called Halfa High, so it was just kids in high school. Characters, like mine, that were younger than high school age, had various reasons for being there, like they’re super geniuses or they have a sibling there they’ve come to see or something like that; it’s a fandom RP so anything can happen. Most of the stuff in here, because it was 12-14 or whatever year olds, was just characters pairing up with each other, cause I guess that’s just what kids care about, hahaha. I don’t know, I’m just an old lady now.

Anyway, this thread went on for a good number of pages and eventually they started a second one. And then they had one where everyone went to summer camp, so other weird adventures could be had without the confines of going to school.

This was the one I remember doing the most in though frankly, I don’t remember what the overarching storyline was at the time, though I don’t think I knew what was really going on back in the day either.

One of the big points I do remember was the fact that many of the people on this forum looked up to one particular member, who I’ll call Susan, because that was her character’s name. I’m pretty sure she was in her early 20s at this time, so a lot of the younger people gravitated towards her because she was mature and knew how to keep things moving in terms of RP story; she was more or less the main storyteller of the Halfa threads, coming up with a lot of the plot points and twists. She was also just popular cause she had been there for a while, I think, and she was a pretty good artist on the forum.

She wasn’t necessarily a bad person and usually always open to adapting an RP to involve suggested ideas, but I remember at the time, I was super jealous of her. One, because she did have really good art and I felt like a poo-poo artist and two, because she seemed to have a lot of sway in terms of what she wanted to happen in most scenarios, so much so, it was treated as forum canon that her character was married to Dark Danny and had two kids with him.

Nowadays, of course, I don’t give a damn. Whatever. But back then, it was annoying to me. And I guess some part of me wanted to pair my characters with Older Dan. I remember actually being openly mad about it on the forums and to her in private messages about it and did get in trouble for being a salty, little brat for it. One time, I even wrote a bitter fanfic that was less than subtle in regards to it, but I remember cooling my jets enough for them to not just full out ban me.

Like I said, I was obnoxious back then; it’s a phase all kids go through I guess, cause I see it in kids that age even now.

Anyway, this actually developed into a story point in the RP when I agreed to not be such an Angsty Annie about the whole thing and the Halfa Summer Camp thread took some weird turns. Besides the usual pairing of everyone’s characters with one another and other summer camp-y hijinks, it had time travel, an evil group that were named after the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and political unrest regarding a ghostly royal family.

The royal family, of course, consisted of Susan and Dan, and their two kids. They had a son and a little girl, who I don’t remember the names of in the slightest. Susan got crowned? Queen of the Ghost Zone after she and some members of some Ghost Council? Were able to seal away Pariah Dark… and in that timeline, Dan was a fugitive, so they got married in secret and still managed to have secret relations enough to have their two kids.

But see, that was in the future of the Ghost Zone, which was like 20-30 years away from the time of the events of the actual RP. Why they were going back in time, I don’t remember, but I think it was something to do with Clockwork sending them back or something, who knows.

Valarie, however, is also technically part of the Ghost Royal Family (cause that’s a thing here…. hahaha), because I guess Susan was… Vlad’s niece? Somehow? So that made her and Valarie cousins, but because Susan was the one who sealed the Big Bad away, that meant she got to be Queen, just… because? There will be a lot of uncertainty with this recollection, cause again, heck if I actually knew or know what happened then.

Anyway, I guess in the uhm… present timeline, Susan was going to summer camp and this was before her and Danny were even a thing, cause doesn’t happen until they’re adults? I think, but she runs into a version of Dan that’s… in between him being a teenage and the future version that’s married to Susan… and… there was some contention with that, but again, I don’t remember what…

But eventually, everyone’s future selves end up appearing at summer camp, again for their own various reasons, along with Susan’s future kids, who get caught up in things, mainly because of misunderstanding and people having grudges and just wanting to kill other people without talking it out.

This loops back to my annoyance with Susan getting her character paired with a major canon character and the aforementioned political unrest, because it led to Older Valarie being a quiet, hardened soldier with a hidden, strong, but deeply unrequited love for Dan, which of course, causes a bit of tension with her and Susan, who is the Queen in the future. Also, apparently, I guess? There was a Ghost War or something? In the future or at some point that they set up a Royal Guard and Army, cause Valarie was more or less the Captain of all that, along with the personal trainer of the eldest son of the Royal Family. Future Susan, of course, is fine with her being in such a position of power cause I guess she’s proved it by this point and she doesn’t know of Valarie’s feelings for her husband, so it’s all right as rain as long as she just… stews about it silently to herself, because that is totally the healthy thing to do.

Older Valarie also goes back in time though, because eventually, people start coming across the aforementioned Four Horsemen, which aren’t really horsemen, because they don’t even have horses, but again, are named after them and are supposed to be the “living embodiments” of their namesake. So we have super powerful characters named War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death running around for… reasons? That I can’t even remember. Certain members’ characters are actually the younger versions of the Four before they’re… corrupted? Or something like that and given those names and most the people who turn into whichever, of course, have to fight their evil, older selves cause that’s cool or whatever.

Younger Valarie, at the time, was just hanging about and I guess fawning over a teenage Danny or the in between Dan (this is just as confusing to remember as it is to read, trust me), and I think makes friends with the Future Prince and Princess, who again are running around. I think the Prince was there to try and find Dan, because he believes he? Killed his father? Even though Dan is his father? And Dan was there anyway to protect the younger version of his future wife…? And the Princess was there just cause she wanted her mom, which is Future Susan, who went back to… do…. Something…?

But anyway, Younger Valarie ends up getting approached by her future self, who had originally come to serve her duty as Captain of the Royal Guard and protect Future Queen Susan, but eventually starts to realize that she could perhaps mess with the past to change things to the way she really wants them (even though I know now that would probably create some annoying paradox but please don’t get me on time paradoxes cause we’ve been here long enough already), so she starts to put it in her younger self’s head that everything going on here isn’t fair and she should do more than just be obedient and trusting and take whatever Susan says without question, because by not being more open and honest about your feelings just leads to a life of misery, pain and loneliness.

However, Younger Valarie just doesn’t get why she would say these things and rejects that line of thinking, which kinda makes Older Valarie snap and be like “okay, fine, I guess I’ll just go kill some peeps and then you’ll see what I mean”... I mean, I think? She does try to stop influencing her younger self and try to take matters into her own hands though.

Because at one point, we did have it where Older Valarie confronts Older Susan about her deep, dark hidden feelings, and they get into a fight over it, especially after Older Valarie threatens to go kill the Prince, but being a trained soldier and the Captain of the Royal Guard, Older Valarie does kick Older Queen Susan’s butt, but I think… is interrupted by one of the Four, that being War.

I think Older Dan also comes in at some point and chides Older Valarie for her actions, but heck if I remember. To be honest, if I fully cared and wanted to really relive some cringe, I could probably go to the forum and just read over the whole thread, but that was like 200+ (if not more) of pages and I…. do not feel like doing that, hahaha.

Anyway, Older Valarie and War end up getting into a fight, because it turns out War himself has some issue with Older Valarie. And it turns out that he used to be like her second in command? Or something? Who disappeared while on a mission and ended up into some spoopy, dark, dangerous, evil place, where he got corrupted and turned into War and it turns out he was okay with it, because he was also angry and bitter, cause surprise! He himself had feelings for Older Valarie, but poor guy got friendzoned and his attempts went unnoticed because she instead had feelings for Older Dan, because love triangles are also a cool plot twist to do, cause why not, I guess.

Uhm… I think during this fight was when Older Valarie started to notice the error? Of her ways? Or something like that after seeing one of her closest subordinates fall into darkness, so her story shifts to trying to get War to remember who he used to be. This character did have an original name, but I totally forget what it was… Anyway, War claims that there’s nothing she can do because he embraced and was more than willing to give up his soul or whatever for the power to actually make Older Valarie notice him or something.

I… actually don’t remember much past this point, though. I want to say she did end up getting through to him, but that might just be me rewriting history. That character, though, was more or less being set up to give someone for Young Valarie to pair with and I do thing there was a present day or at least an uncorrupted version of that character pop up at one point….

But besides that, I don’t even remember if that RP was finished, mainly because I think I started to stop going there as much and lost interest. The RP itself, actually, I think started to slow down, mainly because people got busy with other things, especially Susan and because she was again, more or less the driving force behind most things, it petered out.

I’m actually uncertain how old I was when there, because I will admit, when I was in my first year of college, I toyed around with some of the concepts from this RP and wanted to repurpose it into a story. It was mainly the stuff that took place in the future with the Royal Family and with the Four Horsemen, where basically, it would follow Older Valarie (hell, the “rewrites” character name might have just been Valarie for simplicity sake) as she dealt with her feelings with the Royal family and her relation to it, trying to protect the Kingdom and its people, and eventually deal with the disappearance of her Second in Command and his reappearance as a giant threat later on.

…. Really, I still kinda like the idea…

ANYWAY, I have talked long enough and am tardy enough with just this post as it is, so I’ll leave it at that. According to the Google Doc where I’m writing all this before actually posting, this is six pages long, so even more apologies for my rambling.

Still, hope you liked this month’s look back in time and look forward to the next one!

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solscript-solitariusscriptor · 6 years

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8.8.2018

Been avoiding writing for a long time. Seems to be the case when it comes to it. I like it though, but what I don’t like is the person I encounter along the road of writing. Myself. I tend to really be super introspective when it comes to this sort of thing. Lately I’ve been trying to be more positive in my actions and aware of what I need to do to stay on the right track. I want this to be short, but Idk. So much has been going on in my mind that I don’t know where to start.

From going from job to job, being unemployed, failing at school, generally sucking at life from years back. Being a horrible person in small ways that have stacked themselves overtime to affect me in different thought patterns and manifested through actions. These ranged from being a terrible boyfriend, a terrible friend, and an even shittier person. I’d beat myself up for it in different ways through neglect, mental anguish, and physical neglect as well (I literally lost weight and nearly got muscle atrophy). Refused to eat sometimes, didn’t socialize, just felt like I as generally broken in a lot of ways. Perhaps I was, but I kept blaming myself instead of taking responsibility of it. I don’t know, and I don’t want to get into the details of each one, at least not yet. This spanned years, and I’m just taking my time to actually write some of them out.

I am really trying my best to do things one step at a time. I’m going back to doing what I enjoy (exercise, reading, writing, drawing.) I’m working my goals, (got a Driver’s License so I can travel more and perhaps get better jobs as well), no longer on Academic Probation and passed out 2 levels of Remedial Math this year (Summer 2018, got one last level in Algebra and Trig now if I pass that I’ll be College Level ready, Precalculus). Did I mentioned that me a math-phobe doing well in math. Ah thank you Barbara Oakley her book A Mind for Numbers really changed my thinking in many different ways for academics. I just gotta keep the ball rolling.

Being attentive to people’s needs is also one I’m trying to get better at. Actually taking the time to listen to people’s problems, have conversations, encourage dialogue of sensitive topics (mental issues, body issues, emotional distress, etc.) I’m no psychologist but I do my best to try to be there for those who at least want to have an ear my friends are my priority. I also am working on realizing that not everyone who talks really intends to use your time well. I’ve wasted my time with people before, intimately/non-intimate it may happen again, but I’ll just be more careful in how I react to it, and just be more responsible.

Been reading more, the books I went through/working my way through are helping me really realign my thinking in more constructive ways. I don’t want to be forgiven for the things I’ve done, because I cannot take those things back, but I really hope that I can do my best to try to be a more positive influence in other people’s lives. Krishnamurti Think on These Things, Mark Manson’s The Subtle art of Not Giving a F*ck. Viktor E Frankl Man’s search for Meaning, among other titles and articles. I’m just trying to really just work on my self-improvement more. Slowly but surely I’m taking my time to get back into the ways of getting working out the big wrongs that I am doing so I can be less wrong. I’m not perfect, no one really is, I’ve got a ways to go.

Art is a part of my life now, it always will be and I have made good friends through it. I started an Art Group for it, and met amazing people through it. It’s not really an escape anymore as much as it is something that I want to have in my life for the rest of my life. I don’t know how I want go about it yet. Perhaps making a little sketchbook of sorts for people to view will be great. It’ll help people understand what I enjoy and also help me figure out where I could go. I’ll try to make it appeal to as wide as an audience as I can. It’s just a little goal I hope to achieve by the Winter of this year.

All in all, I hope everyone is working towards their goals, little by little each step forward is an accomplishment.

Thank you for reading.

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awildhanmonster · 6 years

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Character Ramblings for Wyrd!

At Wyrd’s behest, I’m trying to write down a little master post of some recent characters she bullied— I mean enabled— me to create. This is for our casual Loserverse world— i.e. the fast-and-loose All The Myths Are True low fantasy trope where a bunch of well intentioned idiots try to get by in an apartment complex for largely mythical creatures. I’ve accidentally made up a lot of new side characters in the past month and it’s getting hard to keep track of them, so here we go!

THE HOMESTEADING SHAPESHIFTER TRIO: AKA NELL, LEONORA AND BARNES

I’m listing these three together on their own because they are an active “couple” (… trio? I’m not sure what the right polyamory term is) who all live together in a more rural part of the county on some acreage generationally owned and tended by Nora’s family line. Their personal plot is pretty manageable (just a few acres) and a small portion of the entire property. They have a little flock of maybe 2 dozen combined sheep and goats, some chickens, and possibly an alpaca. The land is woodsy and picturesque with an old country house they share.

Nell J. Harriet, aka Nell: approximately 32 years old, born intersex, happily nonbinary (pronouns are ‘they’). The tallest of the bunch at around 6’ even, with a pale wiry frame and knobby, angular corners all over. Jet black hair with a striking chunk of white smack dab at the front of the widow’s peak like the trail of a dog’s blaze, one solid brown eye, one split tweaky blue/brown mess. Shifted form is a black and white border collie with (surprise!) heterochromia and a chunky white blaze cutting through the forehead right at the widow’s peak.

Despite being born to a mother with a long family history of (gene-recessive) shifters cropping up every generation, Nell was still a surprise to everyone involved, given that their father had presumably been human. Their mother— who I’ll call Meryl for now— comes from a fairly mundane lineage of canine shifter (while being a non-shifter Rr carrier herself) which typically manifests in early childhood and has a certain period of semi-conscious malleability during the formative years in which things like coat color, length, ear set, and other minor (external) features can be changed through great effort and trial/error before eventually “settling” into a constant, unique physical identity with time. They heal several times faster than average humans, scar less, and tend to show greater physical resilience, taking a few seconds to painlessly and more-or-less fluidly change shape, but lack any kind of “burst healing” mechanic or unusual magical attributes.

Everyone else in the family before Nell had turned out some kind of pleasantly functional “mutt” shape in the end, but Nell erupted onto the scene as a full blown black-and-white border collie looking thing from day 1 of the change as a bouncy toddler. Meryl could only guess that the father (long since vanished from their lives with no hard feelings, the affair was brief) was a similar, incidentally compatible shapeshifter himself, but that’s about as well as anyone can guess since he’s not around to ask.

Nell, for their part, is exactly the kind of plucky, sunshiny, high-energy velcro person you would expect from a border collie on two legs. They struggled in early childhood with some rough ADHD and OCD type tendencies, but managed to get through public schooling with the help of family support/tutoring, and wound up not pursuing college in favor of trying out a more rural living, instead. They met Leonora while bouncing around odd jobs a couple years after high school and the rest is history. They’re much happier now with a largely outdoor existence and animals to tend to, burning off the excess energy that plagued them for years without a direction prior to homesteading. They’re one of those types who thrives with an outlet for physical and mental stimulation but loses their mind for lack of it. As one would expect from any good BC. The farming life is an ideal fit.

Leonora Basso: aka Nora, but only if you’re close to her. Approximately 34-ish, a shameless bohemian woman from a long line of shifters almost functionally identical to Raiker/Nicky’s species, with the exception of taking on the form of giant (thanks, conservation of mass) white maremma type guardian dogs instead of akbash. Built square, stocky, and a little short (probably around 5’4’’), with olive/bronze-y skin, brown eyes, and a giant fluffy mess of fluffy, platinum white-blond hair the exact color and texture of maremma fur.

She’s chill, with admirable patience for things that warrant it and a long fuse for small annoyances, though she’s also the only member of the three to ever knock someone’s teeth out, so take that with a grain of salt. Like any good guardian dog, she’s placid until you start messing with her flock— literally or metaphorically. Then she’ll be the one to quietly walk across the bar and slam your head into the table. She met Nell during a trip to the inner city by complete happenstance when the two hit it off over conversation, during which she invited them to come visit her farm over a public touring weekend, and within weeks wound up dating. Their relationship was exclusive up until Barnes came along and none of them are quite sure how it happened, but they’ve never been in a better place.

Chancellor Barneston Augustine-Kingslay, aka Barnes: and ONLY Barnes, okay. Repeat his full name N E V E R or he’ll just, seriously, die. Of embarrassment. The youngest of the bunch at around 27-28 or so, Barnes was adopted by his (human) parents as a (human, presumably) infant, and had a perfectly normal (human, presumably) childhood until one day when his mother came in and found that her napping four year old was suddenly a napping 40 pound maine coon cat— or at least, what LOOKED a whole lot like one. Needless to say, the following week was a scramble of buying every “Help! My Child is a Shapeshifter, What Do I Do!” parenting book off Amazon and learning how to cope with a toddler who could suddenly vault over double stacked safety gates unaided, but they learned how to adapt, and life continued on happily for the little family anyway. He’s an average sort, and arguably handsome to some: about 5’8’’, not especially pale or tan, hazel eyed, and sporting what looks like perpetually dark-ticked mouse brown hair, cut short. He performed well enough in public school with a mostly human peer group who went largely unaware of his “talents” and even went on to earn a bachelor’s in business/finances/something akin, which seemed like the thing to do. He wouldn’t describe himself as unhappy in his accomplishments; by every metric he was doing fine in life, and could easily figure out a career in some white collar job that paid his bills well enough.

He just couldn’t shake a certain feeling of restlessness and dissatisfaction about the idea, and wound up making a habit of weekend demos and classes to see what else was out there in the world: one of which happened to be a sheep shearing weekend out at the Basso Homestead. On a whim, Barnes attended a demo headed by none other than Leonora while she was using a feisty ram (named Ramses) to walk visitors through the shearing process, Ramses was being fighty, Nell wasn’t around to help wrangle him, and Barnes, thinking he was capable, volunteered (despite Nora warning him repeatedly that rams were pretty feisty) to help hold him down.

… Needless to say he earned a spectacular nut shot via ram horns in the groin and wound up sitting out the rest of the day with an ice pack and a lot of sympathy, but it got him talking to Nora, and then Nell, and the three of them just gelled in a way that kept bringing them back together. He’s realized in hindsight that he’s much happier in the suburbs than the big city, and enjoys putting his schooling to use by handling the home taxes and business numbers.

(Fun fact: years later, when it Ramses got too big for his britches and was sent to the abattoir, they were given part of him by the Basso family and cooked a roast to celebrate the asshole sheep that brought them all together. Ramses was delicious.)

Barnes, incidentally, still has no idea just WHAT kind of shifter he actually is thanks to being a doorstep baby/anonymous adoption acquisition by the foster folks— aside from a giant 100+ pound country cat, that is. He’s observed that his shift is nearly as swift as Leonora’s, though there are queer persistences that he seems to have (pierced ears not healing instantly or trying to close after a change) that she lacks. Coupled with the fact that he seems to be a magnet for comically mundane/irritating paranormal activity, he’s put in his research (mostly as a boredom hobby, not a necessary pursuit) but keeps drawing blanks on potential labels for his identity. The TRUTH of the matter (which he’ll probably never know in canon) is that he’s actually a cait sith— born in the form of a cat, rather than a human, and bewitched by his mother to retain a human form as long as possible in the hopes that it would get him a better chance at finding loving parents. His shifting has a much heavier magical component to it than his SOs, though he has no real sense for it, and it’ll probably just be a mystery the rest of his life.

Wow, yeah, this got super long! I’ll make a separate post for the other losers I’ve made up lately, though these three are the most fleshed out so far.

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angelsandcelestials · 6 years

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Messages from your Angels & Guides~May 27-June 3, 2018

Good afternoon beautiful ones!

First, let me start off by saying, Happy Memorial Day! My father's younger brother was killed in Vietnam 2 years before I was born. I never knew him, I only saw pictures of him and his name on the Vietnam War memorial in Washington D.C. I do know he sacrificed his life at 19 years old(on Father's Day at that) for this country. And so I want to thank those like my uncle, who have made the supreme sacrifice for our freedom.

This weekend is a time for barbecues. And it is also the season for the local beaches to officially open and the Coney Island Amusements as well. I know that Six Flags Great Adventure is already open. But the forecast is declaring spots of rain for Sunday and Monday. And the fleet has arrived on Wednesday for Fleet Week and there are sailors galore. Rain doesn't stop me, so I will most likely be out and about enjoying this long weekend... lol What are your plans for this weekend?

Enough rambling lol, here are your choices for this week's guidance.

Choose one of the images below, the one that draws you in immediately. That is the message for you this week. Scroll down for your reveal.

If you chose the card on the left~ Turquoise is the message you have received.

*Speaking One's Truth * Clear Communication *Purification*

Don't be afraid to speak your truth. A situation that is causing you concern can easily be resolved by simply expressing how you truly feel. You will not hurt or upset anyone bt speaking your truth. In fact, speaking your truth has the opposite effect of what you think. By communicating your feelings and preferences clearly and honestly all concerned will be relieved. At present, others are rather confused because they sense that all is not the way you are purporting it to be.

This magical Turquoise crystal will help you ease fear you have regarding clear and true communication with either yourself or others. Turquoise is a stone for self-forgiveness, self-acceptance and the release of useless regrets. It encourages us to honor ourselves as a creation and a tool of the Divine. Turquoise is a strengthening stone, good for exhaustion, depression, or panic attacks. It enhances physical and psychic immune systems, supporting the assimilation of nutrients, alleviating pollution and viral infections.

Turquoise is a stone for finding wholeness and truth, and communicating and manifesting those qualities. It stimulates and harmonizes the Throat Chakra, making it easier to articulate and bring forth one's deepest wisdom. Turquoise empowers those who are shy about sharing their understanding and aids in the knowledge that in speaking from the wholeness of our being, we each have something important to contribute to the collective

Totem Tuesdays~ Turtle Dove

I always see these cuties in pairs. Turtle Doves also known as Mourning Doves, symbolizes devotion, fidelity, faithfulness, and love. Like Swans, they form life-long bonds with their mates. That's why the Turtledove makes a perfect match for the golden bells and the wedding and all the other happy, stable images pertaining to weddings. They also represent peace and stability.

The perfect Christmas present to share with a close friend. “Turtle doves are a symbol of friendship Keep one and give the other to a very special person. As long as each of you has your turtle dove, you will be friends forever.

These doves hold a special place in folklore and mythology. Noah released a dove from his ark, and when the bird returned with an olive branch, he knew the land was near.

To the Native Americans, the mourning dove represents spirit and communication with the spirit. They believe that when the mourning dove appears, there will be opportunities and messages for growth. They were also believed to be harbingers of death, but only if seen under extremely unusual circumstances.

Gypsy folklore believes that doves are messengers of love, linking our hearts to the spirit world.

Turtledoves are said to encourage healing after one lets go of emotional baggage. They represent forgiveness, release, peace, and finally moving on, or forward.

Associations for the Turtle Dove:

~ Ascension ~ Brings peace and love ~ Communicates bet. two worlds

~ Devotion ~ Divinity ~ Grace ~ Holiness ~ Hopefulness ~ Love

~ Maternal ~ Messenger ~ Peace ~ Promise ~ Prophecy ~ Purification

~ Sacrifice ~ Spirit messenger ~ Transition period ~ Understanding of gentleness

If you chose the card in the middle~ Entangled is the message you have received.

You would probably call what's about to happen synchronicity. Or maybe even coincidence. Au contraire! The Big Truth is, you are already connected to everything and everyone. Quantum physics has its own name for it: entanglement. The reason it appears that all ducks are lining up on your behalf right now is that because you're finally paying attention. Let the games begin.

Angel Number 13~ Ascended Masters ask you to stay positive and give them any fears or doubts that they can heal and transmute. This number also means the sacred feminine, the goddess, and the intuitive side as there are 13 moon cycles in a year.

Just for Fun~A Visualization for Success in Your Day

Do you ever wake up feeling exhausted or insecure? Sometimes our bodies go into healing mode during sleep, making it difficult to meet the demands of the day. If this occurs, try scheduling some extra sleepy time in the near future. In the meantime, give this visualization a try.

Take a few minutes to stretch the muscles, perform Hatha ( physical) yoga, and otherwise get the blood flowing. Take a shower, drink some tea or coffee, and start your day. To give yourself an additional boost of energy to succeed despite the lethargy, pull energy from the ground and sky. If you are on your way to work or an appointment, take a quick minute to put your bare feet on the earth and use your hands to draw up Mother Earth’s healing essence. Next, reach upward and pull in the boundless energy of Father Sky. Visualize the two energies swirling in your chest and radiating throughout your body and mind. Breathe deeply. Conclude by giving thanks and saying:

“As above, so below. As within, so without.”

If you chose the card on the right~ Angels is the message you have received.

This a sign from your guardian angels that they have been with you throughout your soul's history. In between each lifetime, your angels work with you to review the lessons you've just learned.

They also help you prepare and plan for your next lifetime. Your guardian angels know all of the details of every lifetime, and they can help you gently recall significant memories that will you allow you to heal in your present life. Call upon your angels as you're falling asleep to reveal relevant memories while you're sleeping. When you wake up, you may not recall all of the details of your dream. However, once you're prepared to consciously remember your past, the material will be given to you. You'll only remember what you're emotionally able to handle.

You can also call upon Archangels Michael (for courage and strength), Raphael (for healing) and Raziel ( to help divine secrets and mysteries) for their help in guiding you with past life issues.

This week's messages come to you courtesy of The Past Life, The Crystal Oracles and The Oracle of "E".

I do hope that this week’s messages resonated with you. If it hasn’t at first glance, then feel free to re-read them. There may be a deeper or hidden message specifically for you from your angels and/or guides. These messages may also apply to several people and/or the collective. That’s how Spirit works..lol Let me know though I would love to hear from you. Also, please share, reblog, and like. This way you will be paying it forward for others to receive this guidance. Follow Angels & Celestials on Instagram And on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AngelsandCelestials111/

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maddengregory-blog · 6 years

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i. it’s in my r o o t s, it’s in my v e i n s,

Like most stories worth the effort placed in to crafting them, our story starts in a little house by the seashore. It would be easy, of course, to tell you the story of a birth. New life, brought forth during a rain shower so strong and long lasting that the sleepy seaside village flooded in just a few short hours. I could tell you all about the lighthouse that evening as waves crashed against the steady rock, but what, pray tell, would you gain from that? There is nothing special about a birth, as much as we’d like to believe otherwise.

No, dear reader, our story begins in that little house. It starts right there in the sun room. It starts with a sun-kissed little girl, with a gift at her fingertips. It starts, dear reader, with a girl named Madden.

“Come away from there!”

The voice was shrill, but not filled with anger. It was all concern emanating from Eloise Gregory. Madden was perplexed. She turned to look at her mother, pulling her fingertips from the window pane. She’d sat on her knees, plush cushions digging into bruises from childhood clumsiness. She didn’t understand the concern in her mother’s voice. There was nothing frightening about summer storms. Steady waves lapped at the wooden supports of their house on a regular basis. Why had they made a sun room if not to watch the ocean on days like this?

Yet one look at Eloise told Madden that today was different. Her mother had seen something that Madden had not yet realized was unnatural. “Let me see your hands.” The woman spoke. Madden held her hands out, palms up. There, on her fingertips, were small droplets of water. She’d been tracing the rain against the window pane. Couldn’t everyone do that?

It wasn’t long before Madden realized that not everyone understood water like she did. They could enjoy it. They required it for life. Yet, they didn’t connect to it as she did. Her first power, the ability to manipulate water, manifested when she was still but five years old. With her fingertips she could direct the rain along the window. With her hands she could craft waves. There were limitations, of course, massive limitations. Her mother had said they were costs. The abilities she was born with had a price.

Sometimes that price came in small change. A penny for using her abilities to draw shapes with the rain, paid with a nap on those plush cushions. A nickle for using her abilities to guide her surfboard on the waves, paid for with a rash across her cheeks and a throbbing migraine. There were costs, too, for ignoring the water that nourished her. Dizziness, fatigue, upset stomachs. It took quite some time to navigate these costs and consequences, but as a child she didn’t have near as much guidance.

Madden’s father possessed his own set of abilities, with their own set of costs, as did her mother. Yet neither possessed the same abilities that she did. Though they understood the basics of how to control powers, neither could speak directly to Madden’s abilities. As she grew, so too did the powers. She didn’t mean to flood the basement in a fit of dramatics that one Sunday, for instance, it just happened. Yet Madden refused to be afraid of the water. It was the very core of who she was. It calmed her when her mind raced. It soothed her when bruises covered her body from a deadly mix of curiosity and misguided courage.

And so, Madden tried her best to find balance. It didn’t mean she never showed off. Of course she did. It was who she was, but she also began to pay attention to the other abilities she had. She learned with reckless practice that she could swim just the tiniest bit faster (for a penny or three), could handle the weight of water when she dove off the dock. She learned too that the bruises shared by her friends could be healed, treated with a piece of her that was still confusing. Her parents encouraged this, hoping to reign in the free-spirited child who seemed to have no concept of impossible.

It was something she would take with her to Excelsior. Impossible was not a good enough excuse not to try. She much preferred the term improbable. Yet with time, she would learn. Some things are best left to fiction, and even the waves yield to rock.

#( i'll be your lighthouse | about )#( this is sort of like an expansion to madden's bio in parts!! )#( listen to river lea by adele if you'd like for the lyrics )

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greenscissors · 7 years

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Name chart

-this has been in my drafts for a while, so fuck it, I'm just gonna upload it. Its really just for me to keep track of who’s who.

Also, this was updated randomly for a while, though most of it I just dumped here today.

Will keep updating whenever.

Victor: Sad sad purple man. A curious, happy child, who turned into a sad, scared, timid child, who turned into a sad, timid man. His life has changed SO much for the better after meeting Wonder. He actually started going out. Thank you Wonder, you turned this hermit into less of a hermit. L.O.V.E.S pretty clothes. Wanted to learn how to sew at a young age, finally learned when he was around 20. Has had many years to practice. He’s around 110. Not sure exact age. Around 110. Past a little. Maybe he's 118?? Around. After his mother died, would constantly have nightmares and night terrors about it. Couldnt sleep. Eventually turned to not so great methods of getting to sleep once he got older. Has a fondness for butterflies. He likes their wings, they're pretty. Likes pretty things in general. A fan of tea. Its the only thing he can cook. Has started to get cooking sessions from Ilo. Loves Ilo. He loves Ilo. God does he love Ilo. Have I mentioned he loves Ilo? He does. A lot. Is planning a life together with his boyfriend, soon to be maybe husband?? (Ilo.) Is happier now because of that. Recently got his mom back, in a way. The tree she turned into is planted near his house now. Constantly visits her. Like everyday, if possible. Just talks to her. Would like to think she's listening. Taught himself French, English (writing, their language is spoken the same as English (CAUSE I WASNT ABOUT TO COME UP WITH A WHOLE NEW FUCKING LANGUAGE, FUCK THAT, FUCK YOU FOR THINKING I WOULD THATS TOO HARD I BARELY HAVE PLANTS AND ANIMALS OH MY GOD MY WORLDS BARREN AS HELL PLEASE HELP) but not written the same), ballroom dancing, sewing, and piano. Maybe other stuff? Is smart (he better be, he's had more than 100 years of life to learn stuff.) Soft spoken. Was a lot more sassy, and I need to bring that back, I've fallen into this awful pit of writing him WAY too timid, I need sassy Victor back I miss him. Was totally freaked out the first time he found Earth. Now has gills. (thanks Ilo) Helpful. Now he will not drown when he spends time with his fish boyfriend. Likes spicy food. His favorite fruit are cherries. Now has half a pair of matching earrings with Ilo. Like rings. It's very hard to draw. :/ Gay. Taken. (by Ilo)

Sage: Hound Wonder and Victor tamed in the Little Vic older Wonder AU

Rascal and Lifur: Two chitters Victor tamed in the LVOW AU

Ruler: Victor’s favorite fish that lives in the pond in the, you guessed it, the LVOW AU.

Raphael: “Pet shop” owner. Probably smokes. His voice sounds like it. Idk where he is now??? He MIGHT be alive??????? I hope he is he's garbage and I wanna use him. Loves to fuck with people. Good at mind games. Smirks way too much. My most anime character yet.

Sirin: Pronounced Seer-E-in. Hates Raphael with a burning passion. Black Market leader. Used to be shit, but now is less shit. Actually pretty nice. He’d punch someone for saying that though, he has a reputation to uphold. Loves Ari and would murder armies for him. If he ever gets his hand on a guitar or bass, would love to learn it. Trying to learn how to write English. Has not the best handwriting. Its not awful though, he used to have to write a lot. H A T E S paperwork. Likes his hair slicked back. Loves snakes, a snake from his world specifically, called the Spiked Bandit. Got it tattooed on his back. I have been told it looks like a tramp stamp. Oops. Snakes are his favorite, but he likes lizards too. Is not a fan of squishy animals. Got his name from shop keepers as he was growing up in the streets. Loves his name. Its a word in old Grey language. Means “snake”, “thief,” “trickster,” “lier.” God he was so proud of that name as a kid. Since he had to steal to get food, it would be a pretty good thing to literally be called thief I guess. Anyway, he was good at it. Got kidnapped at a very young age, and “used” at the black market. The old boss had taken a liking to him. It was not a good time. Once Sirin got a little older, he started to be able to use his magic, at the same time the black market decided he’d be good as an actual worker. As he trained for whatever common workers in the BM do, (I dunno, scale buildings and stuff. Learn the lay of the town, good spots to run, hide. Steal people. Sell drugs. Ect. Illegal stuff.) he would teach himself how to use his magic at night. Doesnt like fighting close. His magic usually manifests as chains, appropriate. Can change the density (?? how much they would hurt. Ex: getting hit by a pillow, vs, getting hurt by a chain.) how many they are (can make up to six at a time), how fast they can move, can suspend them for a few seconds, if they are spiked or not. He can also form spikes along his body. Is mostly a reflex, and he can accidentally hurt people with that. EXTREMELY scared of accidentally hurting Ari that way. Born High Winter day 15 probably. Was dumped in the trash shortly after being born. (his mom was young, she couldnt take care of him. shes dead. Dads still alive in a different town.) Used to have a tattoo marking him as “property” of the black market, PROMPTLY sliced that off once he killed the old boss and took his place. Actually, now that i think about it, his back is REALLY fucked up from that. Wow. Okay. Will update that when drawing him. Besides that mess, his back is littered with smaller scars, along with the edge of his shoulders, a bit around his neck, a little on his sides, and some around his hips. Will not allow people to see his back. If someone gets to see his back it means he really trusts them. Halfling, unknown to him until recently. I'm not really sure about his age yet. He could be like around 40, but maybe not, cause like, its more like he's in his 20s so maybe he's just in his 20′s idk. Is perpetually tired. Seems to always have some dark under his eyes. Would eat pure sugar if he could. He could. He has. One of the first things he did once he was no longer under the black market was buy a few cakes then ate cake until he threw up. ......Then started eating cake again. Skin is a light green, and a little rough if you rub it one direction. Sorta like shark skin, but less. Can see in the dark. Eyes glow when under stress, or extreme emotions. Once Typheous was killed (by him) he put Sena in charge. Checks up on her occasionally. Put an old abandoned building to use, made it free housing for some of his lower ranking workers, as well as the orphan kids around town. Would always bring food to them. Can't really do that anymore, he's never around. The building looks kinda like a warehouse/hotel?? Idk. No body really knows who started the house, only that it's a safe, if dingy and kinda cold, place to find shelter. It's dry at least. Sirin made sure no one knew who did it (reputation.) He has a small apartment there. Keeps his clothes in the cupboards. Not a lot of furniture in there really. Has a habit of going out in the cold without proper clothing. Sits and just thinks sometimes. Used to sometimes just sleep in a tree outside of town when it was warmer. Has anger problems. Still a little bit of an asshole, depending on who he's talking to. Has a burning hate for apples. Will still eat them though. Hates spicy food. Likes meat. Has had a hole punched through him by Seldom. Was briefly a doughnut. A person doughnut. Gosh this boy is just fulla injuries past and present. The hole situation is better now. Pansexual. Typheous: (Tie- fee- O ss) Used to be Sirin’s second in command. Meaning, Sirin loved to annoy the hell out of him. Used to be in charge of a lot of the stuff in the market. VERY homophobic. Was garbage, not the best kind. Was the “new leader” for a short time, as Sirin was stuck with Victor/Wonder/and Ilo. Poked around in stuff that was none of his business, was an asshole about it, and is dead now. Bye. he was straight. Very. Very. straight.

Cisor: (Si- sore) Raph’s hound. Aggressive. Was probably a cute puppy.

Ciro Niver: (Si- row Nigh- ver) Gilli and Lita’s little brother. A. Dor. A. BLE. Wonder did something to him, and I guess he has a little magic now??? Idk. Will clarify. Almost died cause Seldom’s an asshole. I think he's 6 at the moment. Somewhere around there. Pretty sure it's 6 though. Never met his dad. Loves fluffy animals the best. A rascal. Thinks his sister is loud. Would be the kid that says girls have cooties. His sister has cooties. He loves his sister. Hates when his mom makes soup with the gross green leafy stuff in it. Likes when they have meat. Likes the new house, but misses his old room. He shouldn't. He used to live in a tiny cold attic. His mom used to have to crouch when she went up there. And she's short. EVERYONE had to crouch when they went up there. Kinda misses the squeaky stairs. Straight, when he's older? And I guess now?? Does it work like that??? Idk he's 6. His greatest love is his toys at the moment.

Tide: Gilli’s boy friend. Has a smoking problem. Likes to never wear a shirt. That doesnt work too well in Winter. Gay.

Itella: (E- tell- la) Victor’s caretaker and guardian. Seldom killed her. Was totally cool, a complete badass. I miss her. Had a spider torso. Loved to wear low cut dresses with tons of ruffle at the bottom. Kinda mean, but for the best. Loved Victor. Super smart. Used to be an assistant/ partner with Nico. Kept lots of plants around in her house. Her house was a mess. Books and plants everywhere. Dusty in places. Never ate in front of Victor, didn't want to frighten him as a child. The habit stayed even when Victor was older. Asexual, aromantic.

Seldom: Victor’s father. Dick. Was banished from whatever the name of his people’s lands are called. I gotta name stuff. Conquest’s son. Blind in his lower eyes, and had his lowers arms removed when he was born. They didn't work. Straight.

Rune: Victor’s mother. Dead. Killed by her husband, Seldom. Very nice. Now a tree. Still very nice. Died Summer day 2???????? Same race as Rapheal, whatever that is. They turn into plants when they die, I still gotta develop them. Straight.

Nico: Reformer. Knows Tulli. Is someone close to Itella. Not sure of their relationship yet, besides partners in business, like, coworkers. They do science or something? Aromantic. Pansexual.

Riva Niver: Gilli's mom. Super sweet. Has a stutter. Extremely relived to have a new house, thank you Wonder. No longer has to worry about brittle stairs that Ciro woNT STOP RUNNING ON. Still sad about her husband’s death, but tries not to let her children see that. Loves her kids more than anything. Straight.

Sena: Silver. Girl left in charge of the black market in Sirin’s stead. Used to just work the shop they used to hide an entrance. Was understandably freaked out when she was just put in charge of the whole market. Many people would like her dead now. She's got a good bodyguard though. I hope she doesn't die, she's nice.

Lita Niver: Ciro/Gilli’s sister. An adorable miss. Best friends with Miki. Loves cute clothes, sweets, going out and getting drunk and hitting on cute guys. Wishes she had a boyfriend. Works at a cafe across the cafe Miki works at. Isn't treated so great there. :/ Is optimistic. Has a shitty apartment that she refuses to believe is shitty. Its shitty. its basically a closet. Very small. I love her. Straight

Ryko: Centipede man. Will wait days at a time for food. Could eat any animal really, but prefers the taste of people. Sadistic. An asshole. I love him. Has cool tattoos on his arms. They might not be tattoos and just markings. They're probably markings. He's a fucking centipede man who lives in the fucking jungle, WHO IS GONNA GIVE HIM TATTOOS?? They're markings. ????? I dont know What the fuck he is. Straight??? Maybe.

Serena: Purple haired man’s sister. A human. Getting married soon. A no-nonsense attitude. Straight.

Arrvin: Human. Serena’s brother. Has dyed purple hair. Has a pigeon named Randy. Sweetest guy he's so great. ;w; Wants to be an architect probably. He lives in an apartment. I dont know how he gets the money yet. He sure does have a job though. Maybe a few. Can make bomb ass waffles. Birds love him. Maybe he just always has birdseed in his pockets. Can birds smell that?? Asexual, panromantic.

Cena: Reformer who lives out in the jungle. Has a relationship of sorts with Ryko. Is blind, but good at getting around. Unlike the other Reformers, doesnt keep “helpers” around. Isn't lonely though. Prefers silence and tea. On rainy days, she likes to sit in her library near the window and just listen.

Ossis: Wolvos who lives up North. Friends of Felix, and Cole. A good good happy boy. Likes eyeshadow. Kinda tough to get where he lives, whenever he goes to a big enough town he's sure to pick some up.

Kai: Leader (?) of the Wolvos. Kinda hate loves Felix and Cole. Like, the kinda love where they’re just constantly exasperated with them. Lives up North, with the main tribe. I still really need to work on him.

Gilli Niver: (Gi- lee) Tide’s boyfriend. Lita and Ciro’s big brother. Very easy going. Owns a little shop with Tide. I think its a bakery?? Favorite season is Spring. A fan of bitter drinks paired with sweets. Used to do drugs. Bad, bad Gilli. Doesn't anymore. Hates Winter. Gay.

Miki: The coolest. Best friends with Lita. Speaks with a bit of an accent. Would kill to protect Lita. Probably knows how to properly hide a body. Buff as hell. She’s so fun to draw, I love her. Gay. Gosh she loves girls.

Felix: Wolvos. Adorable. A soft boy. Gets into trouble sometimes. Seems to know everyone. A person who would always have “"a pleasure to have in class” written on their report card. Prefers always being in semi wolf form. Likes running for miles when he's out of town, and is an actual wolf. Owns a stand with his brother. It's across from the fabric seller Victor always buys his fabrics from. Has heard a lot about Victor (everyone has, only bad rumors though), and would like to actually met the guy one day. Has a favorite scarf and likes to wear it. Dresses well. Bisexual.

Lokell Niver: Riva’s dead husband. Was a nice dude. Died in an accident.

Silis: Some guy Sirin's friends with. Owns a building company. Said company will work for the BM when hired, usually through Silis being paid in both money, and organs. He eats em. Looks bored half the time. Loves gold stuff. Trans. Is already done with someone's shit before he even meets em. Naga.

March: A cute goat (maybe fawn, idk yet not set in stone, I think he's a goat) guy. Can disguise his voice to sound like anything. Loves masks. Has a neat lil collection in his house. Prefers loose clothing. Likes reading. His magic takes the form of purple electricity. Trans. Unlike Tulli, Nico, ect, he can't really change how he looks (ex: Tulli can turn into a bird, “dyes” his hair, Nico’s a tree, ect) but makes up for it with the voice thing.

#The Tailor and co.#oc descriptions #name list #list #my ocs #world stuff

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trewhitttesean1992 · 4 years

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Reiki Crystal Review Wonderful Tips

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