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cosmowgyral · 6 months ago

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Falling into Sin with the Black Tiger ~ Gilbert's 4th Birthday

▪︎ Chapter 3

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

It’s your birthday---and Obsidian castle is eerily quiet.

The only thing celebrating Gilbert’s birthday was the starlight from the canopy up above. No one else even mentioned his birthday.

The tension of thoroughly avoiding the topic that is off-limits is eating away at me as well, but I mustered my spirit to shake them off and energetically proceeded with the preparations from the morning.

Emma: Lies….

Gilbert: Thank you for the food. Everything was delicious.

(Today’s meal was enough to easily feed 30 people…enough to host a party.)

Extra large salad with ham, cheese and vegetables; meat pies served on a platter; a huge amount of creamy pasta and a large number of dry fruits….

Even though I prepared several other items to fill our stomachs, Gilbert consumed nearly 80% of everything.

(I was already full after eating only 20% of it.)

Emma: I’m glad you had a lot to eat.

Gilbert: That’s how delicious your cooking is.

Gilbert: By the way, little rabbit, I think it’s about time.

(…Maybe I got too nervous waiting for the right time.)

Emma: Well then…

Emma: Happy birthday, Gilbert.

I stood up and gave him the present I was hiding under the table.

Gilbert: Heehee, thank you. I wonder what you got me.

Gilbert: I was curious because you didn’t buy anything back then.

(This is the tensest moment.)

After receiving it, Gilbert immediately unwrapped the gift and carefully opened the small box.

Gilbert: I see….

Placed on top of a velvet cloth are cufflinks that were made directly by a craftsman at a jewellery store.

The method of taking gemstones purchased from a jeweller to a workshop to have a one-of-a-kind piece made is apparently not uncommon in mineral-rich countries.

Gilbert: This is your colour.

Emma: You understood?

Gilbert: Of course. You were the first person who came to mind when I saw this.

(I chose a colour I often wear, but he noticed it right away.)

Emma: That day, when we were looking at jewels, I was actually watching you the entire time.

Gilbert: Yeah, I knew.

Emma: Our eyes met many times.

Gilbert: But, it helped you think of a gift, didn’t it?

Emma: Yes. You have always been interested in me, not in gemstones.

Emma: I chose a piece of jewellery that represents me.

(It’s neither a rhodolite garnet nor obsidian.)

(I wanted to give my own colour, not a nation’s.)

(…..It’s a little embarrassing though.)

Gilbert: This is the best thing to please me. I love this gem.

It wasn’t just flattery; his blood-red eye gazed at the gem with affection.

(I’m glad that it made you happy.)

Gilbert: Hey, Emma. Will you put it on for me?

Gilbert took out the pair of cufflinks and handed them out to me.

I immediately tried to attach it with Gilbert’s shirt cuffs but it was harder than I thought.

Emma: I need some tips.

(I know how to put it on, but it doesn’t stay in place….)

(Oh I get it, how about this?)

Emma: There, done—

When I looked up after being satisfied with my result, Gilbert gently pulled my head close and made a soft sound.

Gilbert: Thank you.

Emma: Y..you’re welcome.

Gilbert: Hehe, your face is bright red.

Emma: …..It’s the usual.

Gilbert: Is that so? That’s because you love me as much as I love you.

The affectionate gaze that was directed at the gem, now shifted to me. It was unclear who started the second kiss.

(I wonder if this will also be a gift for Gilbert.)

He holds me by the waist and invites me onto his lap.

As our breaths intertwined, his cold hands started to unbutton my blouse, but I didn’t stop him.

Gilbert: Shouldn’t you say something like “at least in your room”?

Emma: Do whatever you want on your birthday, Gil.

Gilbert: Really? Then I won’t hesitate….

….....

(I asked him to do whatever he wants….)

Gilbert: Hurray, little rabbit.

Emma:…I..can’t move anymore.

( He made love to me in the dining room, then again upon returning to his room, and again when we took a bath together…)

Eventually, fatigue pinned me down to the black sheets.

Gilbert: So you��ll sleep naked?

Emma: …I want to wear clothes.

Gilbert: Right?

(I need to muster all my strength.)

Gilbert had carried me from the bathroom to the bed, and I somehow managed to sit up.

As directed, I raise my hands and Gilbert covered me with a black negligee.

Gilbert: Heehee, even when lazy you are cute.

Even the slightest touch of a kiss on my hair makes my tormented body react sensitively.

Gilbert seemed to be in a good mood and more satisfied than usual.

(Even though I get embarrassed from just thinking about it….)

Emma: Gil, did you have a good time today?

Gilbert: Of course. It’s just….

Gilbert: The only thing that’s been bothering me is that I haven’t been able to answer the question you asked me.

(��What do you want to do?” - I haven’t heard the answer from Gilbert yet.)

Gilbert: I want to ask you, Emma. Do you have any ideas?

Emma: ..Let’s see…

Emma: Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?

Gilbert: What about it?

Emma: The memories that remain most vividly in your heart might be the ones closest to what you really want to do.

Emma: Do you have anything in mind, Gil?

Gilbert lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Although his birthday was nearing its end, I watched over him quietly, not wanting to give up until the very end.

Gilbert: In the dance hall….

Gilbert: That was the first time I heard your feelings.

(….!)

Gilbert: The moment you cried for me is the one I remember the most.

Gilbert: And then, I danced with you. I guess it was a celebratory dance.

Gilbert: I still can’t forget your smile at that time.

Emma: I remember it too.

(I can still vividly picture Gilbert’s smile at that time.)

Gilbert: Emma….I’ve decided.

Gilbert: I want to dance with you again.

*skips to the ballroom*

The footsteps of two people echo in the dance hall where the stars in the sky shine like a chandelier.

It has been a while since I last intertwined my fingers with Gilbert and danced together.

Gilbert: You said earlier that you couldn’t move.

Emma: My happiness got the better of me.

Gilbert: Aren’t I just being selfish?

Emma: That selfishness makes me happy.

(Because I want you, who always sits on the throne as a great villain for the sake of others, to feel happiness even if it’s just for a second.)

Even if there are countless piles of corpses behind, I will continue to commit sins over and over again without hesitation.

Emma: By the way, is this the correct step?

Gilbert: You’re doing it right. You’re better than me.

Emma: I tend to get carried away when you praise me.

Gilbert: Heehee, feel free to get carried away.

Gilbert: The more you laugh, the more vivid your memories will be.

Gilbert: If you do that, you’ll surely find a lot of things you would want to do, right?

Emma: In a few years, a selfish villain might be born.

Gilbert: That would be a problem.

Gilbert: You either listen to my requests, or you will be forced to.

Emma: But I feel like…

Emma: The request will surely be filled with a lot of love for me.

(Even at this very moment)

The gentleness of Gilbert’s touch, the warmth of his smile, and every word he says to me….

The love that oozes out from every corner naturally brings a smile to my cheeks.

Gilbert: You’re right. I love every moment I spend with you.

Gilbert: I hope you feel the same.

He tightens the grip between our intertwined fingers.

My warmth melted, and I felt a slight heat in Gilbert’s palm.

Gilbert: I’ll always be a bad guy. I don’t even know when or where I’ll lose my life.

Gilbert: I don’t know how many more birthdays I’ll be able to celebrate like this….

Gilbert: Celebrate me, so you would never have regrets. Make it so that it becomes an unforgettable birthday for you.

(….It’s fine if I’m hated or despised.)

(If this is how Gilbert can express so many of his whims…)

Gilbert: Let’s fall deeper, and become great villains together, shall we?

[Chapter 2] [Masterlist] [His POV]

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bitchlessdino · 2 years ago

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mood rings, drive thru theaters, and the latest issue of tiger beat (m)

Pairing: chan x college student!reader (afab) Genre: angst, smut, fluff Word count: 6.9k tags: SVTHUB COLLAB, set in the 70s, plot twist with dark ending (possibly triggering to some), pwithplot, tutor!reader, busty!reader, pining, brief mention of religion, mention of recreational drugs, mention of death, mention of medicine and medical practice, mention of tragedy (car crash), breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, couch sex, handjob cream pies, dirty talk. Summary: when you fall in love, it can feel like you’ll be with that person forever, that there isn’t another being in the world you rather be with. This case is just as heavy in your youth, tutoring a boy you’ve only ever walked circles around, while you wear a mood ring from his parents souvenir shop so you could feel closer to him. When it happens, you don’t expect things to crash harder than the way they do. author note: she's here!!! i might reedit later but i wanted to get this out before i changed my mind about the plot again so enjoy and check out the rest of the collab!!!!

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Falling in love in the seventies wasn’t easy. You didn’t have mobile phones or text messaging, hell, you were lucky if you had email. Most people didn’t. That’s what made it so much harder to be a person stricken in love. All you had was paper, a pen, and the possibility of hearing something through your home landline.

Every day you would wait for the confirmation call he’d be coming. He was one of the polite ones. You were grateful to have formally met him through the tutoring program held in college and you look forward to that phone call and the weekly meetings every Tuesday and Wednesday to go over organic chemistry. Somewhere in that mix, you had hoped to find your own chemistry with him despite knowing how selfish that’d be.

You’d never admit it loud but you had the classic high school pining back when you attended the same classes in the same town. He was a sweetheart then just like he was a sweetheart now and you longed for him like any other teenager. He had you doodling combinations of your names together in a worn out notebook and cherishing an item you secretly associated with only him. Yours was a mood ring.

In the summer of 74’, a new souvenir shop had just opened around the block after countless failed businesses by previous owners. This shop was owned by the Lees, a cute mom-and-dad duo that was sweeter than any cream-filled Twinkee. There was not a thing intimidating about them. They seemed like good people. What you weren’t ready for was their son working the register that day.

What was it about a man in wide leg jeans and a tight fitted shirt that made you want to physically fall to your knees?

At the time, he was wiping a glass candy tray rather meticulously. He has only greeted whoever came in without looking, too focused on getting every dust particle out of every crevice, so he didn’t notice how you found him to be the most interesting sight you’ve seen.

His smile when seeing the swell job he’s done was priceless compared to every piece of merchandise in the store. If there was a chance you could bottle up and take it away for keeps, you would. You would tell the local newspaper this store would be a new world wonder just from this boy alone.

You had to pinch yourself to finally pull your eyes away from him, scanning for something, anything, interesting enough to purchase and ring it up with him. Finally, your eyes land on something colorful, ever-changing, and wearable.

“Will that be all for today?”

You nodded, holding back a wide grin as you watched him run through your purchase. His smile never faltered in front of you, and for some reason, it made you feel special, despite the assumption he probably smiled in front of anyone who came in. Still, it made an impression.

“That’ll be a dollar please and since you’re a new customer,” he picked something from a box behind the counter, “a pack of now and laters for the road. You can have one now and another later. They’re great.”

God, he’s cute.

You mused at him, accepting the ring and freebie after paying him up front. “Thank you.”

“Have a great day. Catch you on the flip side!”

You waved back at him on your exit, immediately regretting not staying longer to chat. As expected, your mind went blank the second he spoke to you, and the moment you were alone, you slid on the mood ring on your ring finger and focused all of your energy on thinking about the questions you could’ve asked. For him, that was like any interaction, but for you, it’ll be a core memory.

It was throughout the years you realized that you’d be attending the same high school, sharing the same senior year, experiencing the same last year festivities, but despite the many opportunities, you never had an encounter like that with him again. You’d pass by that souvenir shop countless times, glancing at him while he worked every shift, but cowardly never approached him again. Not with the lack of trying, of course, your adolescent self was too busy to find a way to make him fall in love with you according to whatever you read in Tiger Beat.

You remember flipping through it, back and forth, momentarily distracted by the boyish charm of David Cassidy, and then going back to reread it in case you missed something. This had been your adolescent bible to understand whatever was on trend because only God knew you needed it. Somedays, you’d pretend you were talking with him through your magazine posters. Now that was a face deserving to be in magazines.

“You’re still thinking about that boy? Just talk to him already.”

Even your closest friend, Stacey, couldn't get your head out of the clouds.

You adamantly shook your head, the magazine clung to your chest. “No, absolutely not. Me talking to him wouldn’t even happen in my dreams. In fact, I’d probably have to pay admission to see him in my dreams.”

She rolled her eyes, letting you get back to whatever exactly you were doing. “Okay, drama queen. We get it. You like a boy.”

She was used to this at that point and it’d be all the same. You never outgrew it entering colleges either, the same one he happened to attend, which you couldn’t have been more stoked to find out. “He’s not just any boy, Stacey. he’s the boy. He’s so far out. I can’t even fathom his existence.”

You were in fact exaggerating, but at the ripe age of 18 all of it felt sincere and you truly did believe it was all true.

And to think you hadn’t formally met him yet until you started participating as a tutor in a peer help program at your University. You didn’t expect much of it, only thinking of collecting some community hours and hopefully maintaining a good reputation with your professors and there he was, like fate. There he should, hair coifed in intentional pristine, a loosely buttoned vibrant green shirt, and familiar tightly fitted pants that flared from the bottom.

Your breathing seized, stunned by the sheer fact you have stood this close to him since the first time your eyes laid on him. When he turned to you, he didn’t seem to notice your reluctance to walk closer as he strode confidently in your direction.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Lee Chan. You're my tutor, right?”

Your heart sounded like a metronome at the highest speed at this point, taking your breathing in little by little, timidly returning him with your own introduction. Safe to say, you were both scared out of your mind, yet excited about this turn of events. Though, if you thought about it too hard, you had the chance of rendering tutorship useless and then it’s farewell to Chan.

That’s when you made the executive decision to omit him from your head during these sessions and treat him like any other peer needing help, as you initially intended with anyone you were assigned. If you wanted to continue these sessions and help out Chan, you needed to do more than think about what your future looked like together with 2.5 kids and a big picket fence.

You picked up a polite smile and settled in at a table, flipping a textbook to the first chapter of the course. Fortunately, he followed just as any other person struggling in chemistry and attempted to keep up with the lesson plan. As expected, you’d stumble over many of your teachings, forgetting some of the information yourself and having to refer to the book due to the blinding glow of your student, but as time passed, things eventually were more tolerable.

It was a few months later found an easier medium of being infatuated with the young man but helpful enough to pass the assignments in the above-average percentage. He just happened to be a good student that required more patience. Somewhat, it made you warm to learn that about him, including the fact he was good at listening, or how his eyes lit up picking up a lesson and recalling from memory. However, you kept this situation mostly professional, avoiding social interactions that would take away from your role. That was until Chan found comfort in spending time with you, having a sense of gratitude much grander than anyone teaching him Aldol reactions or valence electrons.

You could feel his soft gaze as you outlined something on his study sheet, emphasizing its importance since it’s appearing in the final he’d be taking eventually. If this were you back in the days of learning his name for the first time and thinking about him every waking second, you’d faint right about now. You’d be lying right now if you said you didn’t feel dizzy from the heat of his presence, but as you have been for the time spent together in the library, you’ve trained yourself to ignore it while mastering to subdue your intrusive thoughts.

Chan somehow found a way around that.

“Oh, your ring. Looks like the one in my parents' shop.”

You momentarily glanced back at the trinket before zone backing into today’s lesson, awkwardly chuckling to yourself. “Oh. Ha ha, that’s because it is.”

His eyes lit up the way they do, a cartoonish gleam in his eyes. “Really? I think I’d remember seeing you.”

“It was once a really long time ago.”

“Well, you should visit again. I can give you a good discount. We just got a big shipment of pop rocks.”

“Okay, sure.” You smiled, internally giggling at the thought of Chan entertaining himself with explosive candy and sharing it with you like the coolest treasure. “Alright. Organic compounds—“

“We really met before?” He interrupted.

“It really was so long ago. I’d be surprised if you did remember.”

“Well, I feel bad. I feel like there’s time it should be making up.”

You waved it off, not minding the now teary expression of guilt on his face. “It’s fine, Chan.”

“How about we go and watch a movie? I think the drive thru is replaying ‘The Godfather’. You should come with me.”

“Really? I don’t know.”

“Come on, consider it a thanks. You don’t even get paid for all the time you’ve spent teaching me.”

“No, but I get community hours. Speaking of teaching.” He placed his hand over yours, cuffing off the words caught in your throat. You find yourself helpless at the sweat pleas of Chan who works the cute angle all too well as he scooted closer to you. “I don’t think I can rest knowing I haven’t found a way to thank you. You’ve been tutoring me for 4 months. The least I can do is take you out.”

You’re a bit stunned, your leg already shaking in nerves as you never expected such a proposal to easily leave his lips and for you nonetheless. You exhaled, mustering the courage to meet his eyes before nothing, pressing your lips to discourage an all too gleeful smile. “Fine. We’ll watch ‘The Godfather’.”

He let you go, beaming, and tracking his pencil tracking over his notebook filled with chicken scratch that was comprehensible to him. “Good, I can pick you up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated before gluing his eyes back on the textbook, a noticeable hue of peak creeping up the back of his neck. “So, organic compounds...”

This arrangement was all you could think about until the day of, reading and rereading your magazines for possible outfit ideas, dating tips, and anything with the potential of making the best of this nerve-wracking situation.

On the day of, you got in your best get up just in time for the meetup. Anxiously, you turned your mood ring around your finger as you waited by the door, contemplating to yourself if what you chose was the right course of action. When the knock came, you came swinging the door open and pinched yourself from swooning seeing him in casual attire, including jeans that hugged his hips just right.

Chan, on the other hand, didn’t hide his emotions. Bright and animated, you grew hot under his watch, fiddling with the mood ring now on your middle finger and seeing it glare back a yellowish orange, indicating how nervous you really were. He took cautious steps towards you, mouth falling in awe, and he tugged at his band tee, which now felt lackluster compared to what his eyes were now seeing. “You look really good. I feel underdressed.”

“No, no,” you said, shaking your head and stepping down from the porch. “I just threw something on.”

“Well,” he offered an elbow, “shall we?”

You accepted his offer and hooked it through, hiding your elation. “Of course.”

He escorted you to the car and guided you to the passenger seat before closing the door, allowing you a moment to swallow the spaciousness of his station wagon before heading off to the theater.

Cars beside cars, people neither mingling, making out, or taking advantage of the concession stands with 25-cent popcorn and pop. The sun was in the process of setting before it became a violet hue and eventually pitch black, perfect for movies. You got out of the car and smoothed out the wrinkles of your outfit, taking another deep breath.

You only had a fleeting second seeing him come out from the driver's seat, a smile settling on his face for what felt like you and only you.

Then came the hoard. Voices calling out Chan’s name, boys and girls his age gathered around him, offering his gregarious greetings and rowdy conversation. They hounded him with hugs, not minding you who stood off from the side behind the cat. Your expression dropped, starting from your smile before spreading over your body language. Chan, remembering your existence, tugged you from the hood and brought you to his side. He briefly introduced you as his tutor, and you did your best to greet them back just as politely.

They nodded at you, sly faces towards Chan as if you wouldn’t notice, and then came their bombarding again, only this time in your presence. You kept up the calm facade, only laughing when necessary before turning to the person who brought you here. “Nice to meet you all. Hey, Chan. I’m gonna get some snacks.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

You didn’t let the disappointment show on your face as you walked away but let it fall free as your back was towards the group. You hear their teasing and playful banter, questioning if you’re really just his tutor and Chan confirming, leaving no implication for anything else. You crossed your arms in embarrassment, already regretting letting this situation occur, imagining the worst scenarios to come.

You quietly asked for popcorn and a grape pop, greeted with your refreshments a few moments later, along with a box of raisinets. Your lips parted in confusion. “Oh, I didn’t order these.”

“On the house,” the guy winked, leaning over the counter a little too close for comfort, “a secret promotion for cuties like yourself.”

“Ah,” you gave him a tight-lipped grin, visibly distancing yourself, “thanks.”

“You know, I can always sneak away from my post for little liplock in—“

“Hey, you doing alright? I was worried about you.” You didn’t have to look to know. His body came crashing into yours. An arm slung over your shoulder, an action almost as natural as breathing. “Do you have enough?”

Your eyes flickered toward Chan who came to your rescue, nodding curtly. “Huh? Y-yeah.”

Chan met the seller's eyes before accepting your purchase for you, handing you over only the popcorn. You stared at the box of raisinets before he tugged you away from the stand.

“I did good, right? I’ve been told that guy’s a creep. I didn’t know he worked here.” His whisper sent chills through your body, yet burned your ears. You could feel the fanning of his breath, tickling your skin and raising every hair in your body.

“Me neither.”

“He’s not a good guy. You see him around, walk in the other direction ok?”

You nodded, taking his advice into serious thought. “Thanks, Chan.”

When it’s clear you’re out of sight, he parted from you, keeping his hands down his pockets, visibly apologetic. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with that. He just won’t let it go unless he finds out you have a boyfriend or something.”

“Mmh-hmm.”

“Let’s get back to the others, hmm?”

You spent most of the night with Chan and his friends. Some laughed at how cheesy the movie was or actually scared of what was actually occurring (Chan was a mix between the two). You’d enjoy it more if you weren’t a bit bothered by the circumstances. All you could was glance in Chan's direction while he smiled and laughed along with his friends. Even though you were sitting next to him in the same car hood, you never felt further away. Every direction tonight felt like a punch in the gut, having only spoken to him before the movie started. At this point, you felt as if you had no place here, blinking away the humiliation tears threatening to fall.

“I’m a little cold. so I’m gonna finish the movie in the car.”

Finally, his eyes landed on you, “What?”

You slid off the hood and dusted yourself. Chan followed behind you confused before seating himself inside the car with you, a worried expression on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not.” You splayed a less genuine smile, raising your cheekbones for good measure, but seeing its failure to convince otherwise.

“That means I did do something wrong,” he said, smiling bitterly. “Sorry. I’m not the best at picking up cues.”

“I told you, Chan. I just got cold.”

He sighed and turned to reach for something behind, pulling over something thick and warm over your body, covering your torso and legs. “Here. So you won’t catch anything.”

There’s that familiar clang to your heart you should be used to by now, following the marching band that typically arrives after inside your chest. “Thank you.”

You both sat in silence for a bit, continuing to watch the rest of the movie. He makes so attempt to communicate with his friends outside and he doesn’t smile, only focusing on the movie, insistent on being in your presence. You aren’t sure how to behave, fingers inching at lingering awkwardness.

“If I’m being honest,” You started saying, filling the charged air with something other than tension, “I didn’t expect to see that many people with us.”

“You didn’t?”

You shook your head. “I misunderstood all on my own. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just finish the movie.”

“Hey—“

“I’m feeling warmer already,” You said, grinning as yourself deeper into the blanket.

Your eyes were ready to train back in the movie before he spoke again, hearing a tone in his voice you weren’t all that familiar with. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable alone with me. I guess I did anyway.”

Guilt festered in the out of your stomach, regretting making a big scene out of nothing. “That’s not—“

“I got scared,” he admitted, the corner of his lips quirking up in a self-loathing grin. “They already saw my tickets so they thought they would get some too. Make it a group thing. I didn’t want it initially, but I thought, maybe it’d make things easier…I should’ve run it by you.”

You met his eyes, earnest yet soft. You didn’t know how to respond to any of this, processing his confession slowly. A fit of emotions wash over him and you see now the inner conflict that he had dealt with, somehow washing you over with relief. The final deep exhale you let out was solace, thinking to yourself how situations like this only happen in movies and books. You’re warm all over, an overwhelming urge to reach over and hug him, a fellow rambling mess.

“You didn’t misunderstand anything. I did want to go to the movies with you, but I wasn’t sure if you felt pressure or—“

You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his. He stiffened under your touch, blinking back at you like a lost child. You smiled back at him from ear to ear and body leaned over on his side. “Just hold my hand. We’re not going to cause any more misunderstandings. Okay?”

He matched you, his pearly whites staring back at you as pretty as ever. “Okay.” His thumb caressed over your fingers, noticing something interesting as he did so. “It’s purple.”

“Hmm,” You looked down at your clasped hands, noticing that same thing he did: your mood ring in a solid rich purple. “It is.”

“Do you remember what purple means?”

You avoid edhis eyes, quietly laughing to yourself. “You know better than anyone.”

“I do.” He tightened his grip, head leaning against your shoulder and it felt as if time had stopped. You don’t doubt that he can hear your heart racing right or your uneven breathing. He turned the ring around your digit, watching how the colors periodically shift. “I won’t let there be any more misunderstandings.”

Since that incident, you went about your tutoring sessions as normal, with the additional intimacy that didn’t exist before. You both gradually developed these sessions into more study dates and then they became real dates. Things only became official when the semester finally ended and he continued wanting to see you, visiting your place whenever you got the chance using any possible excuse.

You could remember how happy you felt at the time. The relief there was to know he liked you back. It was almost as if you were living a dream. A damn perfect dream.

Then your first kiss came around. You were as nervous as anyone anticipating the first. Every doubt in the past didn’t matter, only now did. Everything all led up to this point. It just happened in the way you least expected it to.

You didn’t know why he insisted on teaching you how to play arcade games when he was just as bad. Still, it was cute seeing him try so hard. The firmness of his back followed your movement, guiding you to the right combos, shifting the joystick to move in the right direction, and although it was all wrong, you appreciated the back hug you were getting in return. Even the claw machine had to be a teaching lesson, insisting he had something to teach you.

“I did it. Chan, I did it!” You saw the stuffed dinosaur grabbed by the metal prongs, dropping right into the winner’s slot. You bounced on your feet cheering and took Chan along with you, hugging him tightly as your inner child healed and squealed at your achievement.

“I knew you could! You’re amazing.” His strong arms came around you firmly, pressing you against the glass of the machine.

Your breath was seized, replaced with weightlessness and tension in your chest that doesn’t seem to want to leave and perhaps you didn’t want it to. Although he didn’t pull away from the embrace, he parted far enough to meet your eyes and the longing in them. He knew what it was because that’s what was in his eyes, falling into their trance like a lucid dream that had him higher than any recreational drug. Neither one of you was willing to let it go, so all you do is stare. Stare at each other like you’re in your own world and no one else’s. As if life as you know it ceased to exist except for you and Chan. Nothing else matters.

When it felt as if you could imagine a more perfect moment, he leaned in with closed eyes, finding your lips like they were a second home and stealing your breath. You thought to lean in to kiss him deeper, but he already had found his grasp and pressed into you closer against the glass, feeling every ounce of muscle and shape of his body beneath his clothes. His shallow breath against yours, his hug of lips pulling at your bottom lip, and he emitted a soft grunt.

He pulled away from you with his arms still wrapped around your sides, shocked by his impulsivity. He stroked the side of your head, scanning for any fear in your eyes, slightly relieved to see any in sight. “I’m sorry. That was…a lot, huh?”

You shook your head reassuringly. “No.”

“Then I can kiss you again?”

The corners of your lips turned up, gripping his jean jacket to pull him closer. “Yes.”

You were kissing for hours that day and the next day, and then again the day after. Since then, something has shifted and these teenage dreams turned reality into something less family friendly. Your nights in his dorm became more frequent, more intimate, and always backed by a melody thanks to a record player gifted to him by his dad when he moved out. His prized possession, besides you anyway, as he claimed.

“What do you want to be when you’re older,” he asked, dragging his digits in and out between yours. He smiled, noticing your mood ring turning a mix of pink and purple before kissing your knuckles. “You know I want to be a nurse. What’s your dream?”

In the background was Led Zeppelin, their intoxically addictive tune spinning on the table. You thought to yourself a bit before turning your head back up at him, nuzzling closer into his warm touch before answering. “I want…to be surrounded by the people I love.”

He laughed like he heard the sweetest thing on planet Earth before his fingers threaded through your hair. “Baby, that’s sweet but not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant, but it’s what I want. It doesn’t matter much what I do, as long as I’m with my loved ones.”

“Am I one of these loved ones? Do you love me?”

“Yeah. I love you.” You didn’t even hesitate, the words were always on the tip of your tongue until that final push. You lifted alight above him to repeat yourself louder. You let him heed your words. “I think I really love you.”

You thought he’d react differently, more scared and unsure but—“I love you too.”

“Chan,” you smile, warm filling your inside as you let your breath chase away the race in your chest.

“I mean it.” He bent his head down to meet your lips, cupping your cheek with the warmth of his palm. “I really, really love you.”

Chan toppled over you, lips meeting yours repeatedly in a heated frenzy, caressing your body and holding you desperately against him as you did the same to him. He kept you between his legs, whispering it over and over, ‘I love you, I love you,’ blistering and marking your skin. How was it that made you feel as if you weren’t allowed to breathe?

Before you realize it, clothes started coming off. Piece by piece. As ‘Babe I’m gonna leave you’ replayed, shirts, belt, pants, and everything underneath fell to the ground. You saw him. You saw all of him. And he saw all of you. Your instinct was to shield away, be conscious of your then and there but in his own way, he reassures you, speaking to you as though all his words were nothing but the earnest truth. “I’m here. You’ll never have to worry about me not being here. I love you so much.”

Your flesh spilled through his fingers, imprinting his hands through your nude. Sounds of worship leaving his lips between every kiss, not even the worry of lack of condoms could stop him. Your thighs were glued to his hips, and you felt the warmth of his length titter to your fresh heat. You moaned every time you met lips, every bite he gave to your skin, and every full twist his fingers made with your sensitive buds before filling the inside of his oral cavity of your full breast.

You ached to have him in you, hand barely reaching his girth before wrapping a tight wrist around him. He shuddered at your touch, thrusting through the circle of your palm. You felt the need in his movement as he grinded down on his couch, not minding the wool burn inevitable to be left behind. Weak chuckles escaped his lips and he flashed you a smile, seconds away from melting into helpless groans. “You know just how to handle me…”

“Only because you treat me so well.”

Kissing one breast and then the other, he reached your lips as he held your thighs against the sides of his torso. “And I’ll do it for as long as I’m alive.”

You looped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself against him, his warm breath tickling the tip of your nose. “Make love to me. I wanna feel you inside me.”

“Then I won’t wait a second longer.”

The moment you felt him inside you, you felt higher than anything you could find in a blunt offered by the shady next-door neighbor. You buckled into him, lifting your hips off the couch for a fully bloomed taste. The stretch he left had your jaw falling, clutching to his shoulder, and letting out exasperated breaths. You nearly choked on your own spit that had only forced it down when he picked up the pace.

You molten walls only sucked him in deeper, calling his name in blurred whines. Each thrust and each kiss was fueled by an undying passion. He carried you, palm to your back and your legs around his waist, and pulled you on top of him. From beneath you, he drilled your insides, meeting your longing expression.

Your fingers draped over his face, and you held on to his blissful expression that occasionally dropped in anguish when chasing after his rhythm. You whined his name desperately, clinging to him as you dug down your hips down his lap. He moaned louder than before, gingerly cupping your breasts and finding your stiff nipples between his fingers.

“You feel so good taking me…and your tits are so soft and warm.” He pushed himself to thrust hard, pleased with how easily you easily bounced against him, watching your flesh moving loud and fluidly like water. “You’re so perfect to hold, and love, and fuck my dick into—shit.”

Your chest rose and fell catching up with his efforts. “Chan, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So, so, so—fuck!”

You felt his grip grow tighter and saw his jaw drop lower. His legs clenched to your sides impulsively, unwilling to let go. Soon enough, he couldn’t take it anymore and came inside you. He looked as if everything in his brain told him not to, but it seemed that nothing could stop the geyser within him from coating your insides with hot ivory. He snapped into you in an erratic rhythm, cum spilled in you and out of him until it stained the wool underneath.

Chan was red in the face, both in embarrassment and heat. He looked up at you in panic at the direness of circumstance considering neither one of you thought to stay protected. “Shit, fuck,” he exclaimed still pumping inside you, “you feel so good. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, bending down to kiss him. “It’s okay, just don’t stop…please…”

His stressed expression melted, as did his fingers into your skin. He caressed over your sides with love in his eyes, swallowing nervously. “Really, baby? That ok?”

Perspiration coated his skin, beading down his adam’s apple as it bobbed. You felt like mush in his touch, letting your hips make use of the natural lubricant. Your boyfriend groaned at the sound of the slick moisture sliding over his skin. You cupped his face in your hands, working your jaw in a needy liplock. “Yes, please. Fuck your cum in me, please.”

His fingers tensed, dragging your lips to slap down on his. He exhaled slowly, your walls hugging his cock erect. He asked in a breathy voice, “Fuck my cum in you…my pretty girlfriend wants something so dirty done to her?”

“Yes, yes, please…” You whined.

He slammed up into you, feeling how he’s already bottoming out inside you. Hearing you moan his name lit a fire beneath him and he rolled you on your back to rut in you like a merciless animal.

“You want my cum in you, hmm? Fill you up with my cum and put my fat load in you?”

You jerked in the opposite direction, your skin smacking against each other causing the tenderness of your skin. “Yes, please,” You choked out, “I want it all with you.”

His lips picked up from the corner in a smirk, turning you back over to plant you against the couch while his feet finally touched the ground. “You want it all? Like a life? A family? You want me to build a family with me…have me fuck my babies into you?”

“Yes, baby, please. I want you to fill me up so I can make you a daddy.”

“You love me that much?” He slammed into you with a proud smile. “You love me so much you see your future with daddy?”

You batted your lashes back at him. “I see every day either full of joy or full of your cum inside me.”

He snickered before biting his lips in a filthy moan, “Such a dirty mouth on the mother of my kids.”

You’re spent by the time your legs gave out, and you and your boyfriend exhausted your bodies to the point you couldn’t move even an inch off the couch. Cum seeped out of your holes like sap, only halted as you pressed your legs together to get comfortable. Chan had barely enough energy to tug a blanket off from behind him and throw it over your bodies. You smiled into his warmth, nuzzling into his chest, and inhaling his lusty musk.

You moaned in satisfaction. “Mmh, I like this…”

“Me too.” He hummed.

“I never want this to end.”

“And it won’t,” he said, kissing the temple of your forehead.

“Are you hungry?”

You moaned. “Starving.”

He chuckled, holding you closer to him as his voice dropped an octave. “Let’s fill you up with something, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you lightly shoved him. “Chan…”

“Food, babe,” he said with a cheeky smile, “get your mind out of the gutter.”

After a quick shower, and a few wet kisses in between, you’re set to refresh yourselves with some fast food and can’t help but be filled with elation. You cozied into the passenger seat accepting the hand he’s offered as the other steadied the wheel. You can’t help but notice how he glanced every now and then when he shouldn’t, making you nudge him to fix his gaze.

It was always a loving one, one that you’d forever burn in your memory. You don’t even know why, but you shed a tear looking at it. That smile of his seems to go on for miles and brightens your day like the morning sun. You felt it in your heart. Something suffocating that you couldn’t describe but all you think in your head is that this was love and that loving Chan would be the easiest thing you could do.

He sent you another glance before making a turn, one a little longer than the few before, then all you heard was a loud blaring honk, your voice screaming his name, and then your vision went pitch black. You stared into darkness. Emptiness. Nothing was in sight.

That was until your eyes were open again. You woke in a place of all white, smelling of antiseptic and a hint of febreeze. You slowly blinked, scanning the room, unmoving. Still, in fact.

“Good afternoon, Sunshine. Sleep well?”

You only could see who entered when they walked in your field of vision. Your eyes stared in shock at the sight of your boyfriend, smiling back at you in scrubs as he wrote away in his clipboard and looking as if he hadn’t aged a day. You internally screamed at your body to move, crying from within the inside at the inability, and then soon growing tired, realizing it’d never be possible. As he put away documents in a file holder pinned to the high wall, you stressed your throat to speak, hoping for the least a sound to follow, but instead, it was your silence.

“I’ll just open the blinds a bit, make sure they’re not too much light in your eyes. Too bad your nap was a little long. The weather was so good. I thought we could roll you out into the garden.”

You are losing your mind. The last thing you could remember was a car accident that felt like mere seconds ago and staring into the eyes of the man before you, who matched the love in your eyes. Now you’re imprisoned in your own immobile body, with no clue why and how the love of your life survived when you barely did.

“Your heart is pounding. Wait a second.”

Chan strode over to the monitor just out of view, forcing yourself to rely on your peripheral to watch him. His side profile and his body were all within reach but unassessable. You felt the sweat of your palm through the sheer determination alone, but to no avail, he stayed away from your grasp.

“Hmm, we’ll have to figure that out.”

Finishing up, he stood in front of you like a figure of light radiating brightness unfathomable to man. A light bright enough to fully grasp your reality. Your true reality.

That’s right. He’s not your boyfriend. You were never together.

You’ve been the way you were for two years, by a car accident nonetheless. This was Nurse Lee–your caretaker and nurse–who insisted you call him by name and talked to you as if you could talk right back.

And this wasn’t the 1970s. It was the 2070s.

Your gaze quickly turned to “Three's a Company” playing on the highly advanced TV plastered on the wall, momentarily surprised that they still had the show on cable, before snapping right back to your nurse, now going on about the daily work gossip. You couldn’t help but stare again, watching his handsome face turn up in a smile every time something delightful popped into his pretty little head as he spoke. Your eyes fluttered in remorse, a familiar sinking feeling in your chest as you inhaled and exhaled through your breathing tubes.

It all made so much sense. Too much in fact. Here you were in dreamland living in disbelief that someone as sweet and kind and Charming as Lee Chan—nurse Lee Chan—would ever be someone so madly in love with you. You lived a happy and healthy and normal life in your dreams, shutting off from the dark truth of your world is, as if you’ve never been in this accident. You dreamt of life before it was taken away before you narrowly escaped death.

If you could call this escaping death anyway. You were practically dead.

And perhaps the worst part—

“Vivian liked the flowers you suggested. I think she’ll finally stop being mad at me thanks to you.”

He gently moved your head to fluff the pillow behind you and placed you back on top. He brushed away a hair that strayed over your face, and you felt a sensation pulse through your fingers. “I wish you could meet her. You’ve always been there to listen to me talk about the wedding planning, the bridal stuff, and then the actual wedding. I hope you liked the photos, the guy we hired was—phew—a pretty penny.”

You started to blink rapidly, seeing your reality crumbling before you, and all he could do was look as devastatingly beautiful as always, even with the dark circle under his eyes from long hours of work.

“I talk a lot, huh? That’s what you’re thinking. Sorry, you’ve always been a listener, not that you can help it.” He chuckled to himself. “Sorry, dark joke. I’m sure if you could move now, you’d laugh.”

No, you wouldn’t.

“I’ll be out of your hair in a second. Don’t worry.”

He did the last round of his thorough check-up of your room before standing by the door with his clipboard in hand. Clicking his pen, he turned back to you one last time with a smile now turned bittersweet.

“Any day now. Your heart pulses a little faster every day. Your family is waiting for you. And because I’ve grown attached to you I’m waiting for you too. Maybe after all this, we could be friends, then you can tell me how much you love or hate when I talk to you. Just as long as you’re up and running again.”

The moment the door closed, you were alone again. The fluid built in your tear ducts finally found their escape and streamed down your still face, facing their discomforting warmth. Your chest heaved, your grew breaths shallow, your throat went dry, and suddenly your lips quivered. In solitude and sheer desperation, you said your first words in years.

“Chan…come…back…”

But it didn’t matter.

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bcacstuff · 2 months ago

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The bracelet Sam is wearing is Tiger's Eye beads, a semi-precious gemstone known for its rich brown and golden-yellow chatoyancy, which creates a silky, shimmering effect due to its fibrous structure.

Globally, Tiger's Eye is associated with protection, grounding, and clarity. It’s often used as a talisman against the evil eye and negative energies, believed to enhance courage and focus—qualities that resonate with many cultures, including those in the Middle East.

Found it myself as well, it's a Feng Shui bracelet.

This from the site:

Feng Shui bracelet for attracting money and wealth with Pi Xiu and tigers eye.

According to Feng Shui, Pi Xiu is a mythological hybrid creature that attracts money and luck to its owner. One of the easiest ways to tap into the power of Pi Xiu is to wear it on a bracelet - that way it will always be with you to bring you prosperity.

When ordering the bracelet, please carefully measure the circumference of your wrist and select a suitable size from the product options, so we can make sure the bracelet fits you well. Please note that these bracelets are made-to-order, and we will not accept refunds or returns due to selecting the wrong size.

The exact model and size of the Pi Xiu element are subject to change, depending on the current batch and availability.

The Pi Xiu element is made of zinc alloy with a gold-colored coating. Do not expose it to water, or chemicals, or scratch it. It may tarnish over time.

The price includes 1 bracelet. Any other objects you see in the picture are for decorative purposes.

What magical powers can jewelry have?

Bracelets, necklaces, and rings create magical circles around us. Bracelets create a circle around your wrist, necklaces make a circle around your neck, and rings create a circle around your finger. Whenever you fasten your bracelet or necklace, or put on your ring, think of the goal you wish to achieve (the goal of your magical ritual, attracting money, love, luck, etc.). Don't give your jewelry to other people after you cleanse its energy and charge it.

You have to be a bit superstitious perhaps....

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p0rc3lina · 2 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Circus AU Radioapple

Rough draft of the first chapter if anyone wants to give feedback and inspo that would be great. Trying to keep the motivation up. Working title

Plot: Alastor runs away to join the circus escaping poverty in the Louisiana backwoods. He sends money to his mama because he’s a good boy.

Lucifer copes with being a widow and keeping a circus up and running and raising his daughter.

Alastor’s mother and father had married young Marie Hartfelt was only 14 a Native Creole and voodoo practitioner. Alfred Hartfelt was 18 and white Lutheran. Marie had been lured in by promises of a happy life, wealth, and true love. Until Alfred Hartfelt was injured on the job he was often in pain and became an alcoholic and abusive towards his wife and son when he was at home. Money was hard to come by as he was often out of work and drunk.

To help keep the family afloat Marie took on work everything from washing laundry, taking on borders to the family home, selling pies and beignets to neighbors and cafes in town, and waitressing.

Alfred had no problem with his wife working as he was often to drunk to notice or care.

She tried to protect her son from the worst of her husband's violence and outbursts. When things got too bad at home she would pack a bag and go to her parents house where grandpere and grandmere doted on their grandson. Alfred would return in days or weeks begging and pleading for her to come home swearing he had changed and would never drink again. Marie would return home and for a while things were peaceful till Alfred hit the bottle again and his wife and son.

This would be a pattern till his death when Alastor was older.

Alastor was a young boy no older than 7 years old he believed when the circus came to town. He was in town with his mama; they were running errands delivering pies and dropping off ironed shirts when the sounds of music and excited voices filled the air.

“Mama what’s that?” he asked, tugging on her skirt and pointing in direction where all the excitement emanated from.

Marie stopped in her movements; she had a handbag and an empty basket on one arm; she had also heard the music and had recognized it from when she had been a child herself. She smiled and looked down at her young son and said “Come along Alastor let's go find out.” She picked up the young boy and carried him in her arms.

She walked with him till they arrived at mainstreet where she set her son down and held his hand in one of hers as they looked on.

Alastor was amazed by what he saw, his amber eyes blown wide as he stood by his mama; he had never seen anything like what he was watching: two men carried a large banner declaring in an elegant script the “Big V Circus,” behind came an elephant with a woman in a blue costume with matching feathers in her hair, brightly painted carts were being pulled by horses in colorful harnesses and feathers, animals he had only heard of in school and books were locked in cages lions, tigers, panthers, gorillas, monkeys, zebra, wolves, other animals walked freely being led by leashes giraffe, zebra, camels, ostriches, elephants,.

All manner of people in different clothes and costumes went by: the tallest man Alastor had ever seen, adults who were his same height, a fat man sat on a cart being pulled by oxen, a woman with a beard, tattooed men and women, clowns in white face paint and colorful wigs and costumes, jugglers, acrobats, women in very little clothing and veils danced by shimmying their hips and shoulders causing young Alastor to blush and look away. A man in nothing but a leopard print leotard walked by covered in muscles doing acts of strength picking up heavy weights, people playing musical instruments walked by a kalliope on a horse drawn cart, women in bright costumes rode horses doing handstands and standing. A man wearing a long snake draped upon his shoulders walked by, and a woman stopped to lower a sword down her throat.

A fire eater came too close blowing out a large plume of flames and scared the small boy causing him to cower in his mother’s skirts. The ringmaster, catching sight of this, approached Alastor’s mother.

Marie Hartfelt was the beauty of the town and few men could resist her. Most didn't approach her as she was a married woman.

“Apologies Ma’am we didn’t mean to scare the tyke please accept these free tickets to the circus.” he said, removing his hat in a bow. He had black slicked back hair and a handlebar moustache.

Alastor’s father was a proud man who refused to accept charity. She looked down at the way little Alastor’s little eyes were blown wide as he looked up at the ringmaster and then shyly gazed at his mother.

She had seen the way his eyes lit up at seeing elephants walk by and all manner of animals and humans had paraded by and his mouth hanging open she accepted the tickets vowing to keep it a secret from her husband. After all, she had once had a chance to see the circus when she was a young girl.

“Thank you sir.” she said, dipping her head in a curtsy.

The man smiled, donning his hat and walking off again waving and calling to the crowd the “Circus is in town!”

After the man went by, a boy close to Alastor’s age appeared. He had black hair and blue eyes and wore a blue costume. He was juggling balls and he came up to Alastor and juggled before him asking Alastor if he would like to try.

Alastor shyly nodded as he rarely spoke to other children and tried to copy the boy as he was a quick study even as a child. He tried a couple times dropping one of the balls till he managed to do a couple rotations.

The other boy smiled and took the balls back “You’re a natural. See you at the circus” and he walked away waving and smiling.

They continued to watch as the parade went by with performers in colorful costumes, exotic animals, and unusual people known as “Freaks” the parade moved out of town some of the towns folk followed after.

That night they went to the circus as Alfred was going to a card game and wouldn't be home. Alastor and his mama dressed up in their best clothes, Marie taking care to comb Alastor’s hair. They had an early dinner and walked through town to where the circus had set up outside of town. Marie handed over the tickets and they passed beneath the lit up sign announcing the circus. They milled about the circus grounds taking in the sights there were all sorts of people milling about. Stalls selling every type of carnival and circus food you could think of: hotdogs and hamburgers, popcorn, lemonade, cotton candy, caramel apples, and ice cream.

There were carnival games, everything from games of strength to throwing balls to knock over bottles, dart games, prizes on display, kewpie dolls and chalk ware. Rides were operating ferris wheel, pony rides, fun house, haunted house. The sideshows were advertising with large colorful painted banners and flags announcing all manner of human oddities and talents; some were frightening to a young boy and others were curious.

Outside announcers beckoned the townspeople to pay a nickel to see what was inside the tent. Performers were outside showing an example of what could be seen. Animals were on display tied up in stalls or behind cages.

They walked by and took in all the sights till the circus was about to begin and they filed into the tent. They had seats on the bleachers and waited until the circus tent filled up with people and the music began and another variant of a parade began around the big top. Alastor was in awe once again. Elephants walked by, people in bright costumes, animals of all sorts.

Vendors walked the bleachers selling all manner of concessions. Alastor’s mama bought them a box of popcorn and a bottle of lemonade they shared amongst themselves.

From the moment it started Alastor was in awe and couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was magic honest to god magic he was witnessing at a tender young age.

After the parade the acts began: a tightrope walker, acrobats, clowns, jugglers of all sorts, a magician, a knife thrower, a sharp shooter, dancers and singers, trapeze, fire eaters and fire dancers, sword swallowers, aerialists, trick riders, lion tamers, it was all magic.

When the show concluded that night Alastor knew from that moment what he wanted to be when he grew up he wanted to join the circus. It would remain as one of his happiest childhood memories.

The circus remained in town for a week before they packed up and left behind posters that would weather and fade due to the elements . He started by practicing with whatever he could find to juggle: sticks, rags, balls, anything. He dropped a lot of items and where other kids would become discouraged and find something else to do Alastor had a stubborn streak and practiced. At school and the library he looked for everything he could find on the circus books of magic, sleight of hand, juggling, exotic animals, anything and everything. He poured over the newspapers reading what he could and collecting pictures and clippings.

By the time the next year came the circus returned and a silent tradition was started between himself and his mama. During the year Marie would squirrel away pennies hiding them in her sewing kit to take herself and Alastor to the circus every year.

The older Alastor got the more he practiced and did acts he had seen juggling, sleight of hand, it also helped that his mama and grandmere were part of a coven of voodoo priestesses. Who taught him things as well. He was no stranger to mysticism.

Grandpere often whittled and taught young Alastor how to as well. He was proficient with a knife, often throwing the knife at targets as Alastor grew older he showed his grandson who showed an interest.

Alastor grew older and could help out around the house and the household even being taught to hunt and clean his kills. It helped ensure food was on the table and relieved household expenses.

Being older meant Alastor could spend time watching the circus when they came to town and erected the tents with the older boys and townsfolk. He also ran into the same boy who had shown him how to juggle and they became penpals after a while.

Vincent was the boy's name he had a curious nickname of Vox as it was his stage name he had said. They exchanged letters and Vincent taught him other tricks.

When Alastor was 12 tragedy struck his father who had been stumbling home drunk was hit by a train and was killed. Alastor and his mama attended the funeral. Marieand Alastor would receive a small pension but it wasn’t enough to live on not with a growing boy in need of glasses and new shoes and clothes.

They took on borders and Alastor became an apprentice to the butcher in town after school running deliveries, cleaning the shop, and gradually how to butcher. The butcher found Alastor’s interest entertaining and they would throw knives at targets while the butcher had cigarette breaks.

Alastor was 15 and his mama was struggling to make ends meet. They no longer had money for the circus but Alastor kept in contact with Vincent.

“Why don’t you run away and join my family's circus. You can send money home to your mother and during the winter you can go home” he said.

“I can’t just leave my mama alone,” he said.

Marie sighed she knew what her son wanted and despite how it would tear her heart up she wanted her son to have a future. “Alastor, if this is what you want I give you my blessing. Go join the circus you can always come home if it doesn’t work out you will always have a home here.” she said.

Alastor and his mama talked for hours. Finally he packed a sack with clothes, a knife, books he liked, and some other sundries. His mama packed him a basket of food and a mason jar of lemonade. She wanted to make sure he had something to eat.

Marie hugged her son close and peppered his face with kisses. “Remember you can always come home and you will always be welcome. I will see you in the winter.”

Alastor met Vincent who reintroduced him to his father.

His father liked what he saw of a tall boy, handsome, well mannered and spoken, with good hygiene. “You can start out as a roustabout. Well, you need to put some meat on your bones so we won't have you do any heavy lifting for now. If anything you can work as a candy butcher during the spec. Vincent says you want to be a performer, well work your way up and show me what you can do you can start out as a working act or a clown.”

He started out as a roustabout, he sold concessions and balloons in candy striped shirts as he was polite, well spoken, wasn’t drunk, and didn’t skim off the take like the others. As a result he was given plum jobs that used his skills.

Whatever money Alastor made he sent a portion to his mama and kept what he made on his person in a money belt he wore beneath his clothes.

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #lucifer morningstar #appleradio #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #circus au #sideshow au #alastor is a knife thrower/geek

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the-mortuary-witch · 9 months ago

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LAMMAS

DATE: August 1st

ZODIAC: Leo and Virgo

SYMBOLS: sheaves of wheat, sunflowers, corn husk dolls, sickle, corn, cornucopias, gourds, sun wheels, bread baskets, Celtic knots, and labyrinths.

INCENSE AND OILS: rosemary, sandalwood, cedar, cinnamon, frankincense, patchouli, juniper, and bergamot.

SPELLWORK: personal growth, transformation, abundance, prosperity, gratitude, and harvest blessings.

ANIMALS: bees, squirrels, foxes, deer, cow, horses, and butterflies.

COLOURS: gold, yellow, orange, brown, green, red, and purple.

FOOD: bread, corn, berries, apples, grains, pies, cheeses, beans, mead, wine, jam, and honey.

DEITIES: Lugh, Demeter, Ceres, Tailtiu, Danu, Persephone, Freyja, The Morrigan, and Green Man.

HERBS AND FLOWERS: wheat, barley, sunflowers, corn, marigolds, goldenrod, lavender, chamomile, yarrow, rosemary, and dandelion.

CRYSTALS AND STONES: citrine, peridot, carnelian, sunstone, amber, tigers eye, bronzite, garnet, and hematite.

#fyp #fypシ #fypシ゚viral #fypage #fyppage #tumblr fyp #witchcraft #witches #witch #witchcore #witch community #witchy things #sabbats #lammas #wheel of the year #information

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rorykillmore · 5 months ago

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the touring production of life of pi has some of the most incredible puppetry i have ever seen and is worth seeing for that alone. the technical aspects of how they adapted the story are INCREDIBLE. i'm going to be thinking about the way that tiger moved forever.

but writing wise, it rushes - or misses entirely - a lot of what makes the story so impactful to me, unfortunately. a lot of the people who went with me agreed. the like, fundamental moment i can point to is the scene where pi's father feeds richard parker the goat in order to teach him a lesson. in the play, he emphasizes that he needs to teach pi that "the world is an unkind place" and like NO!!! that's not what the lesson is supposed to be at ALL. he's supposed to be teaching pi that no matter what kind of connection you think you have, an animal is an animal and will always behave like an animal. the crux of the arc between pi and richard parker is the human tendency to anthropomorphize and how by the end, pi understands that richard parker is a tiger, a wild animal, but that he still loves him without needing to receive the human interpretation of love in return. and that humans and animals can have unique relationships even if they can't be defined by words. that animals feel something, even if what and how they feel is not fully understood by us or comparable to us.

"you know, my father was right. richard parker never saw me as his friend. after all we had been through, he didn't even look back. but i have to believe there was more in his eyes than my own reflection staring back at me."

it's important because it speaks to the broader idea of what life of pi is trying to say about faith, feeling truth instead of being able to prove truth, and the existence of some things beyond human words or understanding.

i didn't hate the show by any means! like i said, it was a beautiful spectacle if nothing else. but its interpretation of its own themes felt a bit shallow.

#life of pi

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mygwenchan · 24 days ago

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Tag Game: Scenes I will never forget

Rules: Share 5-10 scenes you can't forget. Not your favourites, the ones that got stuck in your brain for any reason.

I got tagged by @watchthisqqq Thank you bb~

Word of Honor - This pretty couple shot (I really like the framing and how it looks like they're holding hands. Also I finished the series yesterday, so I'm a bit emo about it)

Meet you at the blossom - Xiaobao looking very pretty and a bit slutty while he's getting tortured (this scene is speaking to the sadist in me hehe I mean look at those exposed collar bones! Look at those tears! Delicious 😋)

Playboyy - Babushka Nont having a dramatic breakdown at the club (scene of all times XD)

My beautiful man - The finger licking scene (UGH gets me every time)

Fangs of Fortune - The umbrella + demon eyes "don't you dare fuck with us" scene (I really like umbrellas in the rain scenes in general. Always very aesthetically pleasing)

I told sunset about you - Hanging out at the beach and watching the sun rise together (it's my Tumblr icon, what more can I say 😌)

Semantic Error - The ugly red outfit (I aspire to be this petty and annoying lol Also bonus point for the height difference)

Unforgotten Night - The worst fake tiger tattoo in human history my beloved (now I want to rewatch the series for the nth time!)

Ok, I think I'll tag these cutie pies: @scarefox @delesaria-blog @mysterygrl20 @maxescheibechlinichacheli

#tag game #so basically it's either the super unhinged or the aesthetically pleasing scenes for me

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susan-gampre · 4 months ago

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Character Sheet; Prone to frequent updating

"...in a world of angels and demons, I am but a mortal..."

Name:

Susan Amian Gampre

Alias(s):

The Madam

Owner and Proprietor of the Sisters in Sin

Whore, Homewrecker, She of Debauchery

B/D:

Estimated 3 ADP, claims to be in her mid to late twenties.

Accompaniment:

The Madam is not a woman without an entourage of some type, but these days she mostly keeps the company of her streak of tigers. Loyal employees from her establishment often find themselves with the title of the Madam's Confidants, but such names are stricken from any record.

Current criminal record consists of:

Repeated accounts of prostitution, breaking and entering, public indecency, trespassing, affray in a public space, willful killing, in-human treatment and torture and illegal ownership of endangered wildlife.

Initially the Madam was introduced to the world at the ripe age of eighteen; She had spent two years prior getting business changes in order when she overthrew her mother - a notorious woman known as Tilda Gampre - in the Brothel world... Notorious for many reasons from the mistreatment of workers and her children to a poorly ran brothel -- But Tilda's worst charge by far is the willful selling and whoring of her children.

Susan's early efforts to spread the word of the reestablished Sisters in Sin came at the price of her time and dignity while socializing with the public by day and partying with scum by night. She was exposed to the darkest society had to offer and came out of many of those instances battered, bruised and with metaphorical blades in her back -- Or having shoved metaphorical blades into the backs of others.

She has inserted her fingers into multiple pies for tasting, endured hardships as any typical business proprietor would. She has seen the consequences of poor decisions, felt the weight of her people's lives on her shoulders and never once buckled beneath the pressure. Now, nearly a decade into her world of organized sin, the Madam has done as she always swore she would. Survived, rose an empire in the wake of every sacrifice made on her end.

The worst of her mood is oft shown through a cutting gaze and a consistent resting bitch face. The Madam never proclaims to be an approachable woman, but she is by no means a physically intimidating woman. In fact she is quite beautiful by human standards, with full lips usually painted red in her signature color, irises as stark as gold framed by thick lashes and oft set in a constant state of bedroom eyes. Her features are soft, despite her hardened exterior.

A slender neck with similar shoulders peek out from beneath thick, long brunette hair oft left to fall down the length of her back in romantic waves. A distinct hourglass curve to her otherwise killer womanly figure can be noted beneath her varying degrees of modest outfits -- Unbeknownst to the masses it is usually corsets which cinch her waist into that desirable curve. She is only always wearing heels of a minimum six inches to provide her five foot stature alittle more height, despite these unreasonably tall heel choices she walks with the expected grace and swagger of most whores, always excreting an air of sexuality and charm -- Often leaving a pungent redolence of spice and smoke in her wake.

Additional knowledge for the general public:

She believes in peace among factions and has fought hard to categorize her place of business as a neutral standing for all walks of life. It helps that they are located in south western Pandaria, a continent ripe with it's forgiving wiles.

The Madam is renown for her love of big cats and has asserted very public efforts into decreasing poacher operations on an international scope. The young and adult animals saved are either handed over to rehabilitation centers or released straight into the wild following check ups -- Susan has spent plenty of her time learning the whims and wiles of wildlife, enough to determine what needs intervention and what doesn't.

Additionally, the Madam is an avid hunter. She, other locals and her tigers make it an annual endeavor to invest some time in hunting big game together across all of Pandaria to bring back to the mountain town home of the Sisters in Sin Brothel -- As a means to feed the locals with more than just their reliable source of fishing. The Madam does believe in hunting for survival, thus every piece of their kills gets utilized in some way.

The Madam is quite the fashionista. She has a personal tailor commissioned for her Brothel to put forth latest fashion trends with a twist of varying modesty to the designs for herself and her whores. She is always dressed to impress, and rarely is ever caught not in jewels or with a perfectly painted face.

#The Madam's Inner Workings #Susan Gampre #WIP

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nevermatchandscpsradadventures · 2 months ago

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And so now, here we have Hero of the Altered (it's a placement bc i genuinely cannot figure out a hero title that doesn't sound less stupid and lame than it. seriously if anyone has any thoughts on what i could call her lemme know)!

Visually, I was inspired by the thumbnail for "Raspberry Adventure" by IchinoseSound, and everything after that became an excuse to make a Link with pink hair lol. There are other pieces of inspiration for her, such as Daisy Mae from Animal Crossing: New Horizons, and even a little bit of "Eternal Echo of the Thrilling Tour-our-our" from Kirby and the Forgotten Land. Because what else am I supposed to do with a character established to be filled with joyous whimsy than to inflict soul-crushing trauma

Link was raised by her aunt and uncle, assisting them in their turnip-selling business whenever needed. She would carry a flat basket with turnips piled on top of it on top of her head, requiring a lot of balance from an early age.

One day, when she was about 9-11, Link went wandering into the woods near her village, just because. As she wandered, she accidentally stumbled upon the BBEG's weird cult ritual or something. The BBEG, naturally, couldn't have her getting in his way, least of all telling anyone what she saw. However, BBEG had enough morals to not commit child murder, so instead he cast a curse on her to turn her into a monster, one with no way to speak - a Chuchu. More specifically, a little Chuchu. A little pink Chuchu, to be more precise.

He was considerate enough to explain his reasoning for turning her into a little pink Chuchu to her. 1) Chuchus are monsters, so if she were to go to a town, they'd freak. 2) Chuchus are kind of harmless in comparison to other monsters, so she could get punted by your average Boko. 3) Smaller Chuchus are easier to punt and shove into a barrel. And 4) Pink Chuchus don't exist, so once word got out that a pink Chuchu was on the loose, people would be hunting her down for one reason or another.

And so, Link fled (to the best of her blobby ability), although she was inevitably seen by various townspeople, which lead to her being on the run as well - not because they wanted to kill her, but because they wanted to see her. After all, imagine if you heard there was a neon chartreuse tiger running around; you'd totally want to see it, too, even if out of morbid curiosity. After some time of adventuring around as a Chuchu, doing her best to avoid monsters stuffing her into barrels, learning about the Master Sword and how it could save her, and even meeting various others who had also been altered by the BBEG (including Princess Zelda, who may or may not have been turned into an urn or something), Link was inevitably captured by a group of Hylians.

In this capture, she was taken into what was basically a zoo. There, she was held in a cage, right in the middle of the whole establishment, and she became the main attraction. Of course, this was very upsetting to Link, because who wouldn't be upset by getting turned into a Chuchu, getting captured, and being put on display for people to gawk at? She'd managed to escape after some time of watching the employee routines and how things opened and closed, fortunately, and despite being jarred, she carried on in order to find the Master Sword.

Around the middle of her adventure, Link did indeed find the Master Sword, and she was able to be turned back to normal with its help. Alas, she'd spent enough time as a Chuchu that her hair and eyes had changed color; her hair used to be black, but it turned pink, and her eyes used to be blue, but they turned yellow. This wasn't her concern at that moment, as she rushed to revert the effects of the BBEG's curse on the other people, including Princess Zelda. Eventually, she would defeat the BBEG, and Hyrule would be saved.

After the fact, Link would be dismayed to find that all of her hair had changed to pink; on every spot on her body with any amount of hair on it, said hair was pink. She'd hoped and waited for it to fade back to black, but it never did. At one point she tried to cut it all off, but her aunt and uncle stopped her before she could get any farther than her bangs. At least she wasn't too upset about her eyes being yellow; she thought that was pretty cool, actually.

I imagine she'd join the Chain when she's 13-14, roughly 2-5 years after her adventure, depending on how old she was and how old she is now. By now, she's used to having pink hair, and she still sells turnips with her aunt and uncle, although she suffers from scopophobia, the fear of being stared at, and mild claustrophobia, which are both completely understandable given her experiences. Despite this, she's a trustworthy friend and has a sunny disposition. She's on the quieter side, sure, but she's also energetic, excitable, and is frequently found jumping, bouncing, or otherwise wiggling when she gets particularly excited or happy. Yes, there are the horrors, but she tries to keep an optimistic attitude nevertheless. Soul-crushing trauma her butt, she's filled with joyous whimsy and she's gonna make it everyone else's problem.

#scp-42605 content #scp-42605 draws #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #linked universe oc link #hero of the altered #chuchu #really she was an excuse to make a strawberry milk link lol #i can't tell if she's all super kawaii moe loli owo uwu pink shojo anime girl #or if she's quieter and a bit more sensible #actually nvm she's both

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greenwitchcrafts · 2 years ago

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August 2023 witch guide

Full moon: August 1st in Aquarius

New Moon: August 16th

Blue moon: August 30th Aquarius into Pisces

Sabbats: Lughnasadh August 1st

August Sturgeon Moon

Also known as: Corn moon, harvest moon, ricing moon, barley moon, dog moon, fruit moon, grain moon, herb moon, red moon & wyrt moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Leo & Virgo

Animal spirts: Dryads

Deities: Diana, Ganesha, Hathor, Hecate, Mars, Nemesis, Thot & Vulcan

Animals: Dragon, lion, phoenix & sphinx

Birds: Crane, eagle & falcon

Trees: Alder cedar & hazel

Herbs/plants: Basil, bay, chamomile, fennel, orange, rosemary, rue & St. John's wort,

Flowers: Angelica, marigold, sunflower

Scents: Frankincense & heliotrope

Stones: Carnelian, cats/tiger's eye, fire agate, garnet, red jasper & red agate

Colors: Gold, orange, red & yellow

Energy: Authority, appreciation, courage, entertainment, finding your voice, friendship, gathering, harvesting energy, health, love, pleasures, power &vitality

Sturgeon moon gets it's name from the high numbers that are caught at the Great Lakes & Lake Champlain in North America during this time of year. The names come from a number of places including Native Americans, Colonial Americans & European sources.

Lughnasadh

Also known as: Lammas, August eve & Feast of bread

Season: Summer

Symbols: Scythes, corn, grain dollies & shafts of grain

Colors: Gold, green, yellow, red, orange, light brown & purple

Oils/incense: Aloe, apple, corn, eucalyptus, safflower, rose & sandalwood

Animals: Cattle & chickens

Stones: Aventurine, carnelian, citrine, peridot, sardonyx & yellow diamond

Foods: Apples, grains, barley cakes, wild berries, cider, honey, potatoes, rice, sun shaped cookies, blackberry, corn, nuts, breads, blueberry. berry pies & grapes

Herbs/Plants: Alfalfa, aloe, all grains, blackberry, corn, corn stalk, crab apple, fenugreek, frankincense, ginseng, goldenseal, grapes, myrtle, oak leaves, pear, rye, blackthorn &wheat

Flowers: Sunflower, cyclamen, heather, hollyhock & medowsweet

Goddesses: Aine, Alphito, Bracacia, Carmen, Ceres, Damina, Demeter, Freya, Grain goddesses, Ishtar, Kait, Kore, Mother Goddess, Sul, Sun Goddesses, Taillte, Zaramama, Ereshkigal & Ianna

Gods: Athar, Bes, Bran, Dagon, Ebisu, Dumuzi, Ghanan, Grain Gods, Howtu, Liber, Lono, Lugh, Neper, Odin, Sun Gods & Xochipilli

Issues, Intentions & Power: Agriculture, changes, divination, endings, fertility, life, light, manifestation, power, purpose, strength, success & unity

Spellwork: Sun magick, rituals of thanks/offerings, bounty, abundance & fire magick

Activities:

Bake fresh bread

Weave wheat

Take walks along bodies of water

Craft a corn doll

Watch the sunrise

Eat outside with family/friends/coven members

Donate to your local foodbank

Prepare a feast with your garden harvest

Give thanks to the Earth

Decorate your altar with symbols of the season

Clean up a space in nature

Plant saved seeds

This cross-quarter fire festival is celebrated on August 1st or the first full moon of Leo & the seventh sabbat of the year. It represents the first harvest when the Earth's bounty is given for the abundance received.

Some believe this is the time where the God has weakened & is losing his strength as seen in the waning of the day's light. The Goddess is pregnant with the young God who will be born on Yule.

In some traditions, this day honors the Celt god Lugh, the god of craftsmanship; He is skilled in many things including wheel making, blacksmithing & fighting. Though there is some discrepancy as to why Lugh is honored on this day. Some tales say it's because he held a harvest faire in honor of his adoptive mother, Tailtiu.

Sources;

Farmersalmanac .com

Boston Public Library- The Origins & Practices of Lammas/Lughnasadh by Dhruti Bhagat

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

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koisplosion · 7 months ago

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★ Sam Id Pack ★

Names:

Adam, An / Ann / Anne, Anna, Annie, Alex, Ali / Ally / Allie, Abi / Abbie / Abby, Amy, Andy / Andie.

Ben, Bo / Bow / Boe, Bob, Blaze / Blayse / Blaise, Barend --- Charlie / Charley, Cas / Cass, Caz, Cat, Cate, Chris, Cade, Chase, Cyra, Cy.

Dan, Danni / Danny / Dannie, Dave, Dawn, Diel --- Erin, El / Ell / Elle, Ellie, Ellis, Ella, Eli, Eliza, Em / Emm, Emi / Emie, Elio, Elaine, Elaina, Elidi, Eos.

Finn, Frayr / Freyr --- Grace, Gab, Gabe, Gabby / Gabbi / Gabbie, Grian --- Henry, Helio, Helios, Helia, Haru, Horus --- Isa, Isaac, Ian, Inti, Isaiah

Jack, Joe / Jo, Joey, Josh, Jake, Jim, John, Jess, Jessy, Jessa, Jill, Jamie / Jaime, Jordan, Jessie / Jesse, Jules.

Kate, Kim, Katie / Katy, Katt, Kris, Kade, Kalinda, Kira, Kyra, Kem, Kal / Kall.

Liam, Luke, Lee, Liz / Lizz, Liza, Lizzie / Lizzy, Levi, Lugh, Levie / Levy

Maple, Max, Molly, Mia, Matt, Mad, Madds / Mads, Maddie / Maddy, Mike, Mich, Micha / Mika.

Noa / Noah, Nick, Nat / Natt, Nate, Noalin --- Oliver, Owen, Olivia --- Pete, Pat / Patt, Paul --- Quinn

Rory, Ryan, Rob, Robby / Robbie, Ravi, Ra, Ravindra

Summer, Samuel, Samantha, Sammy, Syd, Sydney, Sean, Scott, Sal / Sall, Seb, Sebby, Sully, Syl, Sol, Savita.

Tiger, Tigerseye, Tom, Taylor, Tim, Toby, Tony, Theo --- Will --- Zach

1st p prns:

I / me / my / mine / myself

Ci / cacte / cacty / cactine / cactusself

Gui / gue / guitary / guitarine / guitarself

Gi / game / gamy / gamine / gameself

Mi / muse / musy / musine(musicine) / musicself

Mi / mape / maply / mapline / mapleself

Pi / pizze / pizzy / pizzine / pizzaself

Ski / skate / skaty / skatine / skateboardself

Si / Same / Sammy / samine / samself

Si / sume / summery / summerine / summerself

Ti / tige / tigerey / tigersine / tigerseyeself

Vi / vide / videogy / videogamine / videogameself

2nd p prns:

You / your / yours / yourself

Co / cactur / cactirs / cactirself

Go / guitar / guitars / guitarself

Go / gamer / gamers / gamerself

Mo / muser / musicers / musicerself

Mo / mapler / maplers / maplerself

Po / pizzar / pizzars / pizzarself

Sko / skater / skateboarders / skaterself

So / samer / sammers / samerself

So / summer / summers / summerself

To / tiger / tigerseyers / tigerself

Vo / videogamer / videogamers / videogamerself

3rd p prns:

They / them / theirs / themself

Cac / ti, cac / tus, cactus / cacti, cactus / fruit

Gui / tar, gui / guitar, guitar / guitarself, guitar / player

Game / games, game / gamer

Muse / music, music / music's, music / musical, music / musician

Mape / maple, maple / maples, maple / bar

Pi / zza, pi / pizza, pizza / pizzas, pizza / slice, pizza / pie

Skate / board, skateboard / skateboards, skateboard / skateboarding

Sam / Sam's, Sam / Sammy, Sam / Samson

Sum / mur, sum / summer, summer / summers, summer / summery

Tiger / eye, Tigerseye / tigerseyes

Vid / video, video / videos, video / game, videogame / videogames

Titles:

The town's musician, the best guitarist in town, the village guitarist, the guitarist, the guitar player

The cactus fruit enjoyer, the maple bar lover, the pizza fan, the Tigerseye admirer

The gamer, the videogamer, the video game player

(prn) who plays guitar, (prn) who plays video games

(prn) who likes to eat pizza and maple bars

Coinings:

BassGuitarrgender

Comfcleric

Guitarrince - GamAnatomic

Pizayheric - PixelGameic

StardewAnatomic - Stardewgender - StarValleyMascic

Tigerseyecrysic

VideoGAnatomic

🍕/🍕 self

Requested by @sanguinaryfreaks

Tagging:

@hewasanamericangirl and @the-church-of-strabismus

Please read the byf linked in fox's pinned post

#★starring stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew sam #sam stardew valley #sam stardew #stardew valley sam #stardew npts #stardew id packs #stardew valley npts #stardew valley id packs #character id pack #npt ideas #id pack #id packs #stardew characters #stardew valley characters #npt pack #npts #npt list

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too-many-mice · 7 months ago

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One last single expression line im beginning to establish are some black eye whites.

These are still throwing cremes , snow tigers and pieds but by the process of careful selection im slowly weeding out those extra genes and getting more uniform litters.

One issue with our BEWs as they are viable yellow based is the genetic tendency towards obesity so care must be taken when choosing breeders to reduce the weight gain factor.

#fancy mice #pet mice #mice #show mice #small animal showing

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endangered-aquarium-fish · 1 year ago

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the list!!!

every creature that's endangered or critically endangered or extinct in the wild that you can keep and breed in your own (freshwater) aquarium to stop it from dying out completely.

ive been working on this for a while and its still very not done bc oh my god theres so many-

some of these are super duper rare and expensive but others are widely beloved fish, some of them are rlly surprising to see here

pls lmk if theres anything i should add that i havent yet :3 theres a lot of undescribed species that you dont find in databases and stuff so i need all the obsessed nerds i can find to finish this!!!

not bolded = endangered

bolded = critically endangered

red = extinct in the wild (THESE LITERALLY ONLY EXIST WHERE WE KEEP THEM 0.0)

okay here it is :3

Allodontichthys polylepis - Finescale splitfin

Allotoca catarinae - Catarina allotoca

Allotoca dugesii - Bumblebee goodeid, Opal allotoca

Allotoca goslinei - Banded allotoca

Allotoca maculata - Blackspot goodeid, Blackspot allotoca

Allotoca meeki - Zirahuen allotoca

Allotoca zacapuensis - Zacapu allotoca

Amatitlania kanna - Panama convict cichlid

Amatitlania myrnae - Topaz cichlid

Ambystoma mexicanum - Axolotl

Ameca splendens - Butterfly goodeid

Amphilophus chancho

Amphilophus flaveolus

Amphilophus lyonsi

Amphilophus zaliosus - Arrow cichlid

Apistogramma lineata

Apistogramma psammophila - two banded dwarf cichlid

Aponogeton capuronii

Aponogeton longiplumulosus

Astatotilapia desfontainii

Ataeniobius toweri - Striped goodeid

Aulonocara baenschi - Nkhomo-benga peacock, yellow benga, sunshine peacock

Aulonocara kandeense - Blue orchid peacock

Aulonocara maylandi - Sulfurhead peacock

Bedotia geayi - Madagascar rainbowfish, red-tailed silverside, zona

Bedotia madagascariensis - Madagascar rainbow, Madagascan rainbowfish

Benitochromis conjunctus

Benitochromis finleyi

Benitochromis nigrodorsalis

Benitochromis riomuniensis

Betta albimarginata - Whiteseam fighter

Betta antoni

Betta sp. “api api” - Api api betta

Betta burdigala

Betta channoides - Snakehead betta

Betta chloropharynx - Green throat mouthbrooder

Betta compuncta

Betta cracens

Betta foerschi

Betta hendra

Betta hipposideros

Betta sp. “jade” - Jade betta

Betta livida

Betta mahachaiensis - Mahachai betta

Betta mandor

Betta miniopinna

Betta omega

Betta pardalotos

Betta patoti - Tiger betta

Betta persephone

Betta pi

Betta rubra - Toba betta

Betta rutilans - Fire betta

Betta schalleri

Betta simplex - Krabi mouthbrooding betta

Betta smaragdina “guitar”

Betta spilotogena

Betta stiktos

Betta tussyae - Chukai betta

Betta waseri

Brevibora dorsiocellata - Emerald eye rasbora, eyespot rasbora

Cambarellus patzcuarensis - Mexican dwarf crayfish

Caridina dennerli - Cardinal Sulawesi shrimp

Caridina glaubrechti - Red orchid Sulawesi shrimp, red orchid shrimp

Caridina holthuisi - Six banded Sulawesi shrimp

Caridina loehae - Mini blue bee shrimp, orange delight shrimp

Caridina masapi - Towuti tiger shrimp

Caridina profundicola - Sunstripe shrimp

Caridina spinata - Yellow goldflake shrimp, yellow nose shrimp, yellow cheek shrimp

Caridina spongicola

Caridina striata - Red line shrimp

Caridina tenuirostris

Caridina tigri - Tigris sulawesi shrimp

Caridina woltereckae - Sulawesi harlequin shrimp

Chapalichthys pardalis - Polkadot splitfin

Characodon audax - Bold characodon

Characodon lateralis - Rainbow goodeid, Rainbow characodon

Chilatherina bleheri - Blehers rainbowfish

Chilatherina sentaniensis - Sentani rainbowfish

Chindongo saulosi

Coelotilapia joka

Coptodon bythobates

Coptodon deckerti

Coptodon gutturosus

Coptodon kottae

Coptodon snyderae

Cyprinodon alvarezi - Potosi pupfish

Crenichthys baileyi - White River springfish

Cribroheros bussingi

Cribroheros rhytisma

Danio/Celestichthys erythromicron - Emerald dwarf rasbora

Devario auropurpureus/Inlecypris auropurpurea - Lake Inle danio

Devario pathirana - Barred danio

Dicrossus gladicauda

Epalzeorhynchos bicolor - Redtail shark/red tailed shark

Etroplus canarensis - Canara pearlspot

Gambusia hurtadoi - Crescent gambusia

Girardinichthys multiradiatus - Dark-edged splitfin

Girardinichthys viviparus - Chapultepec splitfin

Glossolepis dorityi - Doritys rainbowfish, Grime rainbowfish

Glossolepis incisus - Red rainbowfish

Glossolepis maculosus - Spotted rainbowfish

Glossolepis wanamensis - Lake Wanam rainbowfish, emerald rainbowfish, green dragon rainbowfish

Gymnogeophagus caaguazuensis

Halocaridina rubra - ‘Opae‘ula

Haplochromis brownae

Haplochromis ishmaeli

Haplochromis latifasciatus - Zebra obliquidens

Haplochromis perrieri

Hemichromis cerasogaster

Herichthys bartoni - Bartons cichlid

Herichthys labridens - Curve-bar cichlid

Herichthys minckleyi - Minckleys cichlid

Herichthys steindachneri - Steindachners cichlid

Hubbsina turneri - Highland splitfin

Hypancistrus zebra - Zebra pleco

Hyphessobrycon flammeus - Flame tetra

Kiunga ballochi - Glass blue eye

Konia eisentrauti - Konye

Lamprologus kungweensis - Ocellated shell dweller

Limbochromis robertsi

Limia islai - Tiger limia

Limia nigrofasciata - Humpbacked limia, Black-barred limia

Limia sulphurophila - Sulphur limia

Lipochromis/Cleptochromis/Haplochromis parvidens

Luciocephalus aura - Peppermint pikehead

Malpulutta kretseri - Ornate paradisefish

Mchenga conophoros

Melanochromis chipokae

Melanochromis lepidiadaptes

Melanotaenia ajamaruensis - Ajamaru rainbowfish, Ajamaru lakes rainbowfish

Melanotaenia boesemani - Boesemani rainbowfish

Melanotaenia bowmani - Bowmans rainbowfish

Melanotaenia fasinensis

Melanotaenia gracilis - Slender rainbowfish

Melanotaenia klasioensis - Klasio Creek rainbowfish, Klasio rainbowfish

Melanotaenia lacustris - Turquoise rainbowfish, Lake Kutubu rainbowfish

Melanotaenia mairasi - Lake Furnusu rainbowfish

Melanotaenia parva - Lake Kurumoi rainbowfish, sunset dwarf rainbowfish

Melanotaenia sp. “Running River” - Running River rainbowfish

Melanotaenia sembrae

Melanotaenia sexlineata - Fly River rainbowfish

Melanotaenia susii - Susi Creek rainbowfish

Melanotaenia utcheensis - Utchee rainbowfish, Utchee Creek rainbowfish

Melanotaenia sp. “Williams Creek” - Malanda gold rainbowfish, Williams Creek rainbowfish

Mesoheros gephyrus

Metriaclima koningsi

Metriaclima usisyae

Microrasbora rubescens - Red dwarf rasbora

Myaka myaka - Myaka

Nandopsis ramsdeni

Nannostomus mortenthaleri - Coral red pencilfish

Nanochromis transvestitus

Neoophorus regalis

Neotoca bilineata - Twoline skiffia

Nyassachromis boadzulu

Oreochromis alcalicus - Soda cichlid, common natron tilapia

Osphronemus laticlavius - Giant red tail gourami

Parananochromis ornatus

Paretroplus dambabe

Paretroplus maculatus - Damba mipentina

Paretroplus menarambo - Pinstripe damba

Paretroplus nourissati

Parosphromenus alfredi

Parosphromenus anjunganensis

Parosphromenus filamentosus

Parosphromenus gunawani

Parosphromenus harveyi

Parosphromenus linkei

Parosphromenus opallios

Parosphromenus ornaticauda

Parosphromenus pahuensis

Parosphromenus paludicola

Parosphromenus phoenicurus

Parosphromenus quindecim

Parosphromenus rubrimontis

Parosphromenus tweediei

Phallichthys quadripunctatus - Four spotted toothcarp, four spotted merry widow

Placidochromis phenochilus

Poropanchax/Congopanchax myersi - Hummingbird lampeye

Pseudomugil connieae - Popondetta blue eye

Pseudomugil furcatus - Forktail blue eye

Pseudomugil ivantsoffi - Ivantsoffs blue eye

Pseudomugil luminatus - Red neon blue eye

Pseudomugil mellis - Honey blue eye

Pseudotropheus cyaneorhabdos - Maingano cichlid

Ptychochromis insolitus - Mangarahara cichlid

Ptychochromis oligacanthus

Pungu maclareni - Pungu

Priapella olmecae - Olmec priapella

Quintana atrizona - Barred topminnow

Rocio spinosissima

Sahyadria/Dawkinsonia denisonii - Denison barb, red line torpedo barb, roseline shark

Sarotherodon caroli - Fissi

Sarotherodon knauerae

Sarotherodon linnellii - Blackfin tilapia

Sarotherodon lamprechti

Sarotherodon logbergeri - Keppe, keppi

Sarotherodon steinbachi - Kululu

Scleropages formosus - Asian arowana

Sewellia marmorata

Skiffia francesae - Golden skiffia

Skiffia lermae - Olive skiffia

Skiffia multipunctata - Spotted skiffia

Skiffia sp. “Sayula” - Sayula skiffia

Sphaerichthys vaillanti - Samurai gourami, vaillants chocolate gourami

Stomatepia mariae - Nsess

Stomatepia mongo - Mongo

Stomatepia pindu - Pindu

Tanichthys albiventris

Tanichthys albonubes - White cloud mountain minnow, white cloud minnow

Tanichthys micagemmae - Vietnamese cardinal minnow, Vietnamese white cloud

Teleogramma brichardi

Tilapia guinasana - Otjikoto tilapia

Trigonostigma somphongsi

Vieja hartwegi - Tailbar cichlid

Xenoophorus captivus - Relict splitfin

Xenotoca doadrioi - San Marcos redtail splitfin, San Marcos redtail goodeid

Xenotoca eiseni - Redtail splitfin, Redtail goodeid

Xenotoca lyonsi - Tamazula redtail splitfin

Xenotoca melanosoma - Black splitfin

Xenotoca cf. melanosoma

Xiphophorus andersi - Spiketail platyfish

Xiphophorus couchianus - Monterrey platyfish

Xiphophorus meyeri - Marbled swordtail

Zoogoneticus tequila - Tequila splitfin

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