#don't @ me about how the instruments look they are simple drawings

[bunniebubbleswrites]

Control

Missy The Master x F! Reader

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A/N: okay so I'm warning you now, this fic is going to contain some DARK content. I will tag appropriately but please if you don't think you can stomach it do not read this because I have some pretty fucked up ideas for this fic Warnings/Tags: r gets drugged, r is way too trusting, get separated and lost from the doctor, i think that's it, but if you think of other let me know Words:1,249 Summary: The Doctor tells you run so they can keep you safe, you make a wrong turn and come across The Masters tardis. Not that you know that. You come face to face with The Doctor's old friend, but she's a little to intrigued by you, so she's not going to let you go.

You and the Doctor were running, the heart in your chest beating at a rate you didn't think was possible.

The imminent feeling of death looming in the air, both pairs of shoes hitting the metal flooring of the space ship the two of you had landed on.

The Doctor pushes you forward suddenly and stops running, turning around to face the enemy you had yet to lay eyes on.

"Doctor what are you doing-" You shout as the clank of metal boots hit the metal of the floor.

"Run, get back to the tardis. Let me handle this."

"But Doctor-"

"GO!" The Doctor shouts, you hesitate before you turn on your heel running at full speed.

You ran for what felt like forever, the sound of lasers bouncing off metal growing farther and farther in the distance. You reached a fork in the hall, you looked back and forth trying to remember how to back to the tardis.

You turned left and continued running down the winding and confusing halls of the ship, hoping to see the familiar blue box come into view.

And as if the tardis herself heard you, the blue box came into your view and with the last bit of energy you had you sprinted towards the ship and slammed open the doors. The adrenaline finally leaving your system as you slide down the wooden doors, your eyes flutter shut as you lean your head back to catch your breath.

You sat for a couple minutes, letting your nervous system re-regulate. You were safe in here. The Doctor would be here any minute.

You stand from the floor and plop yourself down on a set of stairs off to the side, pulling your phone out of your back pocket trying to find a way to busy yourself. Had you gone over to where the Doctor kept one of many bookshelves, you would have noticed it wasn't there and the unusual purple hue of the lights.

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The door opens with a creak, and you don't even bother to look up from your screen. No sense of danger.

"Hey, it's about time you got back. Where to next?"

No response. The sound of high heels clicking draws your attention and you look up from your screen.

You're meet with a women whose hair is pinned back and dressed to the nines in Victorian attire. You furrow your brow in confusion.

"Doctor?" You question and she tilts her head at you.

If this was a joke it wasn't funny.

You finally take a moment to analyze your surroundings and your heart drops rapidly towards the pit growing in your stomach. The purple hue of the lights. The odd and disturbing trinkets and instruments scattered around the console room. Even the hum of the tardis was off slightly. This wasn't the Doctor's tardis.

"You know what, I, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I'll," You gulp down a stutter. "I'll just be going." She lets you move past her and walk towards the door, when you go to open the door, it doesn't budge.

You look over your shoulder to see the women smiling at you while turning her cane in her hands. You turn the lock on the door and it just slots back into place.

"Fuck-" You whisper as you keep turning the lock, trying to leave the space ship.

"Are you having trouble operating a simple door?" The woman's voice rings through your ears and you start to fumble quicker. You can hear her rustling around for something and you don't want to stick around to find out what.

You hear footsteps approach and you can feel your pulse pick up in pace. Her hand grabs your shoulder and you instinctively turn and grab it. Trying to put as much distance as you could between you and her.

"No need to panic, I was going to offer to help." She yanks her arm back and walks over to the console.

You still stand near the door as you watch the woman clicks buttons and pulls levers.

"You're one of the Doctor's companions I assume?" She looks at you with a raised eyebrow as one of her hands rest on the main lever and another on her waist.

You nod and she pulls the lever and you brace against the door, two hands grabbing onto the railing to catch yourself.

And now you were stuck with a random woman in space with no hope of escape.

"We'll be back on earth soon and you'll be on your way." The woman says to you as she turns to walks off into the depths of her tardis.

"How do you know the Doctor?" You call out to her and she stops as soon as the first word leaves your mouth. She looks at you over her shoulder and smiles.

"They're an old friend." Her smile widens and she disappears out of your sight with a twirl of her came.

You're not sure if you should move or not. You don't have eyes on her and if she knows the Doctor, you should be able to trust her. She seemed harmless enough.

You slowly take one step forward and glance around at some of the things around the room. Still a little put off. You walk up to the second floor of the open console room, trying to make sense of some of the odd instruments.

You had seen weirder things if you were being honest. The Doctor had some pretty weird shit tucked away in the depths of the tardis. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a old doctors bag.

You knew you shouldn't snoop, but your curiosity always got the better of you. You walk over to where it sat on metal garden table. You slowly open it and see what you expected. Small medicine bottles, some medical instruments that were probably alien. Nothing too interesting.

You closed the bag and walked back down to the where the console sat, your back turned to where the strange woman had disappeared.

You hear a distance hum coming closer and the strange woman comes out from the depths of her ship.

"Who are you?" You ask her as she walks around the room, rummaging through drawers and bags looking for something. She seemed to be doing that quite a bit.

She looks up from the bag she was digging through.

"I'm Missy." She smiles and stops for a moment. "Could you come and help me with something really quick?" She beckons you over to her. She holds out a piece of broken glass towards you and you just look at her.

"A bottle broke and I need help cleaning it up. Here hold this." You take the broke glass carefully trying not to cut your hand, but ultimately failing.

"Shit-" You drop the piece of glass she handed you. The world becoming fuzzy at an alarming rate.

You grab onto the first thing in front of you, which just so happened to be Missy.

"Oh dear, you really should be more careful with strangers." She turns to face you and wraps her arms around your waist, keeping you upright. Your fingers dig into the fabric of her top, your body trying to fight the effects of whatever had entered your bloodstream.

"Don't worry, I'll take of you-" Her words cut off as the world fades to black and you go limp in her arms.

Taglist: @buggyboba (taglist in my pinned post or just send me an ask)

[sibillascribbles08]

Been cooking my own tmnt iteration for a while, dunno how much will live anywhere but my brain but I wanna do some refs, so here's the turts!

I've been calling it Teenage Mutant Jazz Turtles or tmjt for short

If you care to hear some more you can peak under the cut

(More refs coming??? eventually I'm still stuck on some designs)

As the name implies, tmjt has more inspiration drawn from musical elements than combat elements. With the turtles not only living in a big ol' tour bus but also attempting to become a competent band after finding their magical instruments. But the ones they discover aren't the only ones out there, and some belong to some pretty nasty characters. (All the villains are gonna have a theme based on a different genre of music!)

The turtles travel and live with their dad (Splinter) and adopted sister (Casey). Originally just trying to survive but that kind of all changes when they accidentally interrupt a plan from the foot clan and not only discover some magical instruments that can turn into weapons, but also an entire world of monsters and creatures when they thought they were the only ones.

Leo is the oldest sibling, but despite this she struggles to be responsible for her siblings after her gender realizations caused a massive crack in her confidence. She's constantly self conscious of how others are perceiving her, even her own family in spite of their boundless support. She's always loved music, thanks to her dad, and dreams of being a singer, but because of how her mouth is built that's also an uphill battle. Her duel katanas can shift into a cello which can put opponents into a trance like sleep. While her given name was Leonardo, she's not sure what she wants to change it to, and simply goes by Leo for the time being. While she doesn't like to show her mouth, her teeth and jaw are powerful enough to bite through a steel knife.

Donnie is the second oldest (by just four days!) and is the one who stepped up to be in charge while Leo figures things out. He doesn't entirely mind the responsibility, though the pressure gets to him sometimes. Especially when Raph decides to criticize his decisions. They're very analytical and logical, their main passion being for mathematics which extends into some of the sciences as well such as physics. They know enough engineering to maintain the tour bus and build a few helpful devices such as their goggles or the calculator in their glove. Donnie puts his passion for math into music, using it to map out patterns for tunes (though not all of them sound good in the end). Their four eyes also have an additional lens to see heat signatures (and their dark vision is incredible). Donnie's clarinet allows him to create visual illusions.

Raph is the second youngest (by four days, Donnie constantly reminds him) and despite his appearance is one of the more level headed members of the family. You kind of have to learn how when your body could release gases that could paralyze your family members. Raph vents his frustration by either releasing gas that Donnie can convert into fuel for the bus or by writing poetry. Not that he ever lets the others read it, but he does put that skill into writing song lyrics. While he keeps cool and collected he still loves a good brawl, and will happily spar with anyone (usually Casey). He just leaves a lot of the destruction to his younger sibling, unless someone in his fam gets hurt, then the gloves are off. Raph is fiercely protective and will square up if someone so much as looks at one of his siblings funny, especially Leo. His high emotions are often why he and Donnie argue. Raph's trumpet can cause phantom pains in the skull, though he rarely has to use it give it how potent his gases can be.

Mikey, the youngest, is a tiny terror and he not only knows this, he takes great pride in it. Mikey enjoys causing chaos for the sheer joy of it, and enjoys it the most when Raph will simply hurl him at opponents for him to latch onto. Over the years he's learned to climb very well with his four arms, going up trees and buildings with ease which can make him very hard to chase after. Despite his love for trouble, however, he can be just as sweet, though his desire to do good deeds for his love ones can be a bit misguided at times (no Mikey you can't just rob the ice cream stand stop). Unfortunately as long as it keeps hiding behind Raph when the consequences happen, it may take some time to grow up (not that it has any interest in doing so right now). Mikey's drums allow him to create intense vibrations in the ground, enough to topple some buildings.

[capellla]

ᯓ★ Get To Know Me

I'll tell you a little bit about myself in case you're curious. We're close friends after all, right? And isn't it always fun to get a glimpse into someone else's world?

Aysu ... This is my real and Turkish name, it means clear as water and bright as the moon. I'm a pretty straightforward person and I just go with who I am, so I like that meaning.

ᯓ★Some fun questions

● What’s your favorite way to spend a day off?

I am a homebody. Reading books, daydreaming, playing computer games, drawing, singing, writing books, playing instruments, listening to music... and doing all of these at home are my favorite things.

● What type of music are you into?

Kpop, pop and classical music are my favorites. I like to listen to deep and moving, empowering and passionate, spiritual and hopeful musics. Simple beats and cliché popular melodies are not for me.

● Where’s the next place on your travel bucket list and why?

I want to travel all over the world, but East Asian countries have always interested me more in terms of culture. People usually tell me that I look like Japanese, Koreans or Chinese because of my eyes. But I am Turkish. Oh I also want to go to Austria! Sweden and Norway too.

● What causes are you passionate about?

Justice and honesty, sincerity and reality, I am dedicated to raising myself in the best way and I am passionate about it. My goal is to somehow touch the people around me, sometimes with words, sometimes with my support and most importantly by being myself. Sometimes I want to be famous with my art and help people in some way, but sometimes I just want to remain an ordinary person because I am an ordinary person.

And then there is this... love. I want to live with love and fall in love with everything. I want to fall in love with the life I live, with myself, with a lover, with my hobby. And with God.

● What do you think makes someone a “good person”?

Every person who fights for life sincerely and honestly and who dedicates himself to be better every moment is special. Even if they make mistakes and unintentional evils. I don't think there is such a thing as a good or bad person. There is just only human.

● Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in love and destiny, and although I've never experienced it, I believe it's possible. If it's planned that way, your soul won't be able to escape that person that easily.

● How do you show kindness to others?

In every possible and creative way.

● What life lessons have you had to learn the hard way?

God's justice is unfailing.

● If you had only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you want?

Def hearing. I can't live without music.

●Which of your personality traits are you most proud of?

I am truly strong and brave. And I have high values ​​and morale. And my determination. Or maybe it's more survival instinct and wanting to be someone special than determination, I'm not sure. I'm a little too proud.

And if we ask the opposite of this question, what are some of my qualities that I am not proud of... I get carried away by pleasures too much. I am not always honest enough and I tend to manipulate. And I guess sometimes there are moments when I think I am someone special but then I turn into nothing. I guess I am unstable hahah.

● What's your favorite smell?

White soap. And nostalgic scents.

● If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?

Heaven or the edge of a cliff. (I have no thoughts of committing suicide, don't get me wrong.)

Dividers ⇢ ˗ˏˋ @uzmacchiato

[theallianceofcelestials]

This will be long, but question time for the SEA series! (at eleven pm for me).

Can Eclipse play any instruments, sing, or have any odd or seemingly out of character hobbies? Did Eclipse work in the daycare alone. Will the family ever see what the daycare looked like, or will we maybe return to it, and does it loon the same as in Security Breach?

What is Sun's most prized piece of clothing for his cats and the weidest thing his brothers have fought over or about that he's had to break up? How effective is he at cleaning and what does he procrastinate most about doing/cleaning or complain

What is Moon's favorite invention, most useful invention, and something he will fiddle with to pass time? He also seems like the type to know dome pretty good party tricks.

What is the easiest meal for KC to make, and what's his and the individual family members' favorite meals? How often has he had to force one of his kids to go and clean themselves?

What's Lunar's favorite personal video game and videogame genres? Do they have a preferred chocolate type (i.e., milk chocolate, dark, cacao, white) and marshmallow size?

Does Solar Flare have a specified art style that it draws in or? Do they prefer to draw realistically or cartoonish, and have they tried digital art yet, will they?

Does Bloodmoon still prefer O- or a different blood type, and do they have a preferred type of meat? Do they have a bird type they like the most, and do they have a bone collection or keep they horns of, say the goats or cows that they've killed? Something the twins disagree on?

Please don't feel pressured to answer this right away, all of the questions, or at all. My questions are to help with your world building and my own understanding of your stories! Sorry if I missed any of the cast and my awful grammer!

Eclipse can sing, though not very well. He knows a couple lullabies. And yeah, he worked in the daycare alone, seeing as the daycare was making money off of it. And nah, it doesn't look like the security breach one. It looks less vibrant and is also cheaper looking. And the family at best will see it through Eclipse's memories, though that's unlikely. He has an iron grip on his worst traumas

Sun's most priced piece of clothing for his cats are silly socks he made specifically for them. The weirdest argument, to him at least, was the fight about Killcode's taste in men of all things. He's very efficient about cleaning, he's still a TSAMS Sun, he's still very neurotic about cleaning. He hates doing the dishes though. He just thinks it's a time waste what with dishwashers existing

Moon has a bunch of fidget toys that he made himself and he has his doll making which is what he fidgets with when he needs something to do. In his opinion his greatest invention is a better firewall for animatronics, which Eclipse takes full advantage of. And his useful inventions are all upgrades to stuff they already own, where he makes stuff more proficient. He also has a bunch of science facts and cool little experiments he can pull out anytime to impress people (tho he won't)

Objectively the easiest meal ever is salad. You just throw together a bunch of cool ingredients, maybe make a sauce and cook some simple meat, and bam, done. His favourite is szechuan beef with pasta, Eclipse's is lava cake, Solar Flare's is ramen, Bloodmoon likes bloody steak, Lunar loves nutella cupcakes, Sun loves goulash and Moon, ever the simple man he is, loves it when KC makes grilled sandwiches with this special spicy meat he makes. And it depends on the kid. Lunar's the one he has troubles with, all the rest are clean, yeah, even Bloodmoon surprisingly. But SEA Lunar's much cleaner than Canon Lunar, so that's not that big of a fight neither

Lunar really just loves stuff that grabs his attention and can keep it. For example, he really likes Don't Starve. His favourite chocolate is milk and white chocolate, and he loves all marshmallows

It draws in a realistic style because that's what makes most sense to it, but if a drawing is in a different style and it needs to finish it, see cat drawing, he'll perfectly replicate the style of the previous artist. And they haven't yet, simply because they don't have any big interest. They won't ever really draw digitally

Yes they do and they love wild meat. They love hunting birds of prey, finding irony in that and could also get two prey for the price of one if they time right. And in SEA first book I did write Bloodmoon started attempting to make jewellry, that's where the bones, horns, tusks, teeth, feathers, antlers and whatever else of animals they've hunted go. The twins disagree on their biggest fears. Bloody is scared of insects and Rusty is scared of mannequins. They disagree on those

Don't worry about the grammar! I'm quite bad at it myself, haha

Also, I've never really thought about most of these questions seeing as they aren't important in SEA, which I look at more like a story than an AU. It's just not an AU in my mind. I do appreciate the questions tho! Feel free to ask more! :)

[stagkingswife]

This might be an odd ask, so I hope you don't mind me throwing it out to you and anyone following you:

Any advice on practicing entity work while schizophrenic?

I see it discussed in the context of hallucinations every so often, but that's honestly the easiest one to deal with for me, I just change the manner of communication. Unfortunately it also comes with major fluctuating thought/verbal incoherency, which among other things hinders me the most.

I'm obviously not looking for psychiatric advice, I'm in treatment and not worried about any episodes either. But it's been difficult building relationships, especially with spirits or local unrecorded deities that I'm getting to know from scratch, while practically stumbling through them without full control over how I present myself and what I'm able to offer. Every other symptom can be somewhat dealt with by myself, but the brain fog and word salad especially are making both casual communication and official agreements awkward at best and risky at worst.

Any thoughts on the topic would be appreciated!

So I have no experience with schizophrenia, so all of this advice is based on what you've presented me in this ask. The way I see it you can try to either work around your symptoms, or work through them. This is an approach I take all the time with my chronic pain: 1) can you avoid doing the thing made more difficult by your disorder? or 2) are there ways to adapt the difficult thing to your disorder?

Working Around:

I am a very wordy person: I communicate best in words, I think in words, I text in complete, grammatically correct, sentences. So a lot of my spirit communication is word based, and therefore a lot of my advice (which is based on my personal experiences) ends up being word based. But it's important to remember that spirits aren't bound by the same communication rules as humans, they don't care what language you speak, if you are speaking out loud, witting something down, or saying it in your head, it's all the same to them. They tend to take paths of least resistance if they really want to talk to you, that why I think we sometimes get funny modern symbolism or slang from ancient entities that have no business dropping dank memes into our heads. So if words are difficult for you, try non-word based communication with your spirits - maybe you like to draw, so you can draw little comics that communicate your requests, or maybe you play an instrument, so you can play them songs that convey your feelings. Heck, you're probably already using a non-word based communication system with them if you're using something like tarot as a divination tool - Uno Reverse them! Instead of just them communicating through the cards you can too! Pose your questions with the cards, let them sit for a minute, then shuffle and deal. Or use two decks if you have them, one for you, one for the spirit your talking to. Play with your options and see what works for you and your spirits. You don't have to be all or nothing on any one solution, and you don't have to find something right away. Give yourself the leeway to try things.

Working Through:

I am a huge proponent of 3 simple things in any magical practice, and I think these things could really help in your situation:

slowing down

writing things down

going back over what you wrote.

Now I don't know how exactly you experience your symptoms - how consistent they are, if you have good days vs bad days etc. But working within the framework I have from my chronic pain where I do have better days where I can do more and worse days where I can do less this would be my strategy. Write things down as you go: Questions you have, things you've noticed, patterns symbolism, etc. (if it helps to have a template try my Spirit Encounter Notes Template) Then don't do anything with them right away, wait for one of your better times to go back and review and make corrections. Then wait again for your next good day to check it again, make additional corrections if you need to. Revise and revise, adjust and adjust, until you're happy with what you have written down, then act on it. You can take as long as you need, as many passes as you need, even have someone else look it over for simple clarity (if you have someone you trust to do that). I know there is a lot of passive social pressure to seem like things are always happening in our spiritual relationships, everyone wants to post about the interesting new thing that's happening to them, but I have always felt better in my own practice when I take my time. If you find taking extra time to write your oaths, or your everyday notes, or to write and revise your questions before you ask them is helpful for you then you should take all of the time you need. I deal with a lot of brain fog myself, I call it "pain brain," where my mind is just too full of pain to fit anything else, and this method of taking notes about everything, and reviewing them regularly is how I deal with it in my own practice. The spirits are not in a rush, they have more time that we do, and if you've already started to form a connection I'm willing to bet that they'll be happy to accommodate you and the pace you need. Mine certainly were.

If you have any specifics that I didn't touch, feel free to reach back out and I'm happy to brainstorm with you.

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THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CHANTS OF SENNAAR CONTENT SO TODAY I AM DUMPING SOME OF MY BRAIN INTO A TUMBNLR POST ABOUT IT

Fair warning - This might not be that coherent because I didn't write it as a tumblr post, I just copy pasted the messages I sent a friend about Chants of Sennaar in the middle of the night

SPOILERS AHEAD

Learning the languages in this game is like a really big part of the game, it's even a main focus of the story, but I will be talking a lot about it so if you don't want spoilers you shouldn't tap on the readmore.

YES I CAN SHARE THE BRAINROT

Okay so I've gotta say I love the looks of the languages

They all have their own distinct styles and small deviations in rules that make them unique

In the first level of the tower, you get the Devotees language

They're got a sign for man/human which kinda looks like an L and the signs for specific kinds of people are based off of that L

The sign for devotee is an L with a floating diamond shape - which looks really similar to their sign for god

I think it's interessting to think that the diamond shape represents the word faith, that's why it's so similar for the word god and would technically mean that DEVOTEE is FAITH HUMAN or HUMAN WHO HAS FAITH IN GOD or smth like that

Then there's a word for WARRIOR which also hat the MAN/HUMAN sign but this time instead of a floating diamond shape it has two triangle shapes like >< kind of offset next to it

I think the sharp angles and harsh look of those triangles and the way they're pointed makes it look aggressive and fitting for WARRIOR

later we also find a broken mural which depicts part of a sentence in the DEVOTEES language, a sentence in another language which I think was the BARD language and then a part in the WARRIOR language and basically you learn what that sentence in the BARD language means by cross referencing the parts of the other two languages

Most of the translation comes from the DEVOTEE language but only the word FORTRESS comes from the WARRIOR language

But we actually see part of the word for FORTRESS in the DEVOTEE language, but it is so broken that the game labels it as [INDECIPHERABLE] and doesn't let you mark the word in the notebook that your character uses in game to learn/note/unlock new words/translations

However- the reason I'm mentioning this is because from that broken part of the mural we can guess that the word for FORTRESS would look like the floating triangles from WARRIOR inside of the almost-box that presumably means PLACE

The almost-box shape shows up in other place names too

Notably the word for CEMETERY is the almost-box and the word for DEAD/DEATH inside

The CHURCH is the box with FAITH inside

at least I'm speculating it means faith

So basically CEMETARY is PLACE with DEAD inside and CHURCH is PLACE with FAITH inside

This continues also continues with GARDEN being PLACE with PLANT inside

They also have a specific sign that seems to show that something is a tool of sorts

KEY, DOOR, INSTRUMENT, POTION/FORMULA and POT all have a curved line at the side, which kinda looks like a C

KEY looks like OPEN-TOOL because it's made of OPEN and the TOOL signifier

INSTRUMENT is MUSIC-TOOL

Oh I forgot about LENS which looks like a simple drawing of an eye with the TOOL signifier

So basically Lens is EYE-TOOL

SEARCH/LOOK also has the eye drawing but with a line underneath it

The line seems to be common with verbs I think?

SEEK/WANT CREATE/MAKE LIKE/LOVE all have that line underneath

So basically SEARCH/LOOK is EYE-VERB

And I genuinely think that's neat

Oh the sign for TALK is similar to the sign that is added to MAN/HUMAN in the PREACHER word

So PREACHER is TALKING HUMAN which is funny af

The signs for ME and YOU are also with the MAN/HUMAN shape!

We're all just people :D

OH ABOUT SMILEYS HOW COULD I FORGET

The word for Hello genuinely looks so mu h like a smiley in the DEVOTEE language and it's so adorableeee🥺😭❤️

Oh also the word for GO/PASS looks like a little MAN/HUMAN turned away from a PLACE with a verb-line underneath!!

There also doesn't seem to be a distinction between GO/PASS and COME or LEAVE

So basically GO/PASS is basically MAN/HUMAN COME/GO/LEAVE from/to PLACE

Or MAN/HUMAN doesn't stay in one PLACE

Oh also originally I guessed that the word for POTION/FORMULA meant MEDICINE because it shares a part of its picture with HELP

Actually POTION might just be what they refer to MEDICINE as so not that wrong

They also do not have a distinction between UP/GREAT

So whenever I see one of the DEVOTEES say God is great

Instead of GOD GREAT my brain goes GOD UP

Or it mixes UP and GREAT so I just read GOD GOOD

Lmao get good😎

And that's pretty much most of the DEVOTEE language

Because it's a pretty short game all things considered so we only ever learn small snippets of the language

OH but another thing

The DEVOTEE language is the only one that doesn't have any plural modifier

Like if you want to say PLANTS you just say PLANT PLANT

Or if you want to say WE you say I I

Or you (plural) (uh, y'all?) would be YOU YOU

Or WARRIORS would be WARRIOR WARRIOR

So "The warriors closed the door/gate." would be WARRIOR WARRIOR CLOSE DOOR

There's also no conjugation or past and future tenses or anything but that's with all the languages since it's all simplified for the game

Anyway the DEVOTEE language is very down to earth, they believe in god and they're connected little people that are very down to earth and lead simple lives, so t reflects in their language

The DEVOTEE language also has very organic shapes - there's some sharp corners and some curves and everything has thick lines and looks hand drawn

Now we move on to the WARRIOR language, which in contrast is *all* sharp angles and artificially steady lines, no curves or wobbles or anything at all

Very heavy, they value duty, they don't walk - they march.

It reflects in their language too - they don't have a word for GOD but they have a word for DUTY

Here's a spreadsheet in case you wanna see what the languages look like because I've been talking a lot about them and will continue to do so but it's probably hard to visualize without having seen them

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1IWZOvCUNrsnOZUd9FG79Pfwx_ZpMhiaI1q3EwQkhjb0/htmlview?pli=1#

Oh and I went back to look for the post I got the spreadsheet from - it's from @asp1diske-art

Thank you for this wonderful resource/compilation, it makes it much easier to take another look at the words and their meanings and which of the languages have a translation in another of the languages!

I'm gonna be honest, despite this post being quite long already, this isn't even all my thoughts on the DEVOTEES and the DEVOTEE language and I'm pretty sure there's some stuff I haven't mentioned yet because it was the middle of the night when I wrote those text messages.

I also haven't gone back and reread anything so there's likely some spelling mistakes but whatever-! I don't care. :)

[serxa]

Silly little ramble to keep you guys entertained first (Deities)

I'm sure we all know deities in Greek mythology, or in any other spirituality way, but man, finding out who your deity is, it's stressful man.

As a person who has been interested with Greek mythology ever since I was 9 or so, gosh, finding out who my deity is, was surprising. Especially when I connected to my whole life, gosh.

First off, My Deity is Apollon/Apollo, God of the Sun, Music, Poetry and Medicine. I never really dug into Deities, especially being in a family full of religious people.

And I'm not saying I'm not religious, I really am, I know that worshiping other gods, especially being a Christian is so called, wrong, but nothing is wrong in God's eyes, and I hope God just watches over me, telling me that he's always there if I ever want to worship him once again. So please don't come here to tell me I shouldn't be worshiping other Gods and despising me just because of this.

I loved witchcraft, I always thought it was amazing, I wanted to collect crystals and see prophecies, so when I realized finding your deity by tarot reading, offerings and prayers, I really wanted to try.

To answer how I connected my thoughts on Apollo being my deity, it was hard. You can't assume that everything is a sign, but what draws you in and what shows in your eyes is also a sign. You also can't assume that, That God or Goddess is your deity, you have to connect it with every single trait you've had in your life, your hobbies or anything you enjoy.

Since I, Love drawing, literature, poems, (I have so many in my drafts) music, want to do archery, want to study medicine, (become a pathologist.) My favorite color growing up was blue, to purple, but now it suddenly changed to yellow? Holy shit.

Every single trait is connected to Apollo. I am a person who wakes up early, prepares for school and learns, with the sun always beaming on me. Countless times, I go to school really early, where the sun is at its peak. (around 6:30 or so)

And I never really thought about Apollo being my deity, especially being a religious person. I never thought of worshiping other Gods or Goddesses until now.

Countless of times, I am always under the sun, ever since I was an infant and a baby, my family loved going to the beach. Sunrises and sunsets are my favorite. And gosh, how I look with gold jewelry, I love it.

The first trait I developed was drawing(if you'd even count that as a trait) I've been drawing ever since I was a toddler, seeing my older sister draw, and create lively designs and OC's, I wanted to experience them too.

Second was music. I've wanted to learn the guitar or violin, and Apollo is known for his lyre, which is a instrument with strings, just like guitars and violins, but my mother never got be into lessons, nor buy me one. And I listen to music, almost every single day, I have earbuds, earphones, headsets, and headphones all piled up because I have to many spares. I loved music, and it's where I found peace, and how melodies sound and how I immediately recognize the song just by the first note.

Third was my interest and Literature and poetry. I loved writing stories, and day dreaming, to the point I maladaptive day dreamed (till now I am, but I need to stop it. 🥹) And what I'm doing right now, all of my stories and all of my fics, I never even knew that I could write this much. And my love for Poetry was so random. I write poems that add up to 20 stanzas all because I'm in love, and or, feelings. If I feel lost, I write about it. If I feel annoyed or angry, I write about it. Different emotions, I write poems or stories about it. I always found a love for literature, loving how I could express myself with just simple words.

Fourth was my thirst for archery. Again, my parents never signed me up for classes in archery, thinking it's too expensive even though we could afford it. Archery bows and archery arrows, my mom didn't say yes to, and how much I itched to fight in sports competitions at my schools for archery, yet they only offered it to others that are said 'professionals'.

Last is my dream to learn medicine. I am one to fix people's wounds, whether it's their mental, physical, or emotional state. My emotional intelligence is through the roof, that I give the best advice, I help people with their mental health, yet I can't fix my own, and I help people patch up after they get hurt. I dream of being in the medical field, whether it be a pathologist or doctor.

Once I connected all the dots, from when I was little, to now, it's surprising to think that Apollo might've been following and guiding me. I just realized it today, and I'm contemplating whether or not to make an altar. But I probably will. Hehe. And rn, I'm too scared to assume that it's him, I am doing research!!

And again, please don't come after me for worshiping a different God, I know there are a lot of religious people, but please don't attack me. I still get religious guilt for even thinking about worshiping other Gods, but I really want to thank Apollo with all of the blessings and talents he has guided me to.

That's all, yippeee, bye bye🩷🫶

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DAY 15- «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute, last part.

To @blairamok. Thanks for everything...!

Please, listen to this?

"Our love is..."

I, I can't get these memories out of my mind And some kind of madness has started to evolve And I, I tried so hard to let you go But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole

I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you mean...

And now, I need to know, is this real love Or is it just madness keeping us afloat?

And when I look back at all the crazy fights we had It's like some kind of madness was taking control

And now I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you need

But now I have finally seen the end And I'm not expecting you to care, no That I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized

I need to love...!

...I need to love.

Come to me just in a dream Come on and rescue me Yes, I know, I can't be wrong

And baby, you're too headstrong Our love is

...Our Love is Madness, yeah.

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Hello, dear Good Omens fam ^_^

I hope you enjoyed this last fantasie of mine as much as I did. Thanks so much for reading until here. It means a lot to me. Thanks to @blairamok for blessing us with his wonderful AU! I wish you the best, dear!

I have some family duties for a few days and I'll have to travel, so I don't know if I will be able to draw/publish any Daily Challenges for a while. Maybe this is just the sign that I HAVE to go back to simple things, simple challenges, simple ideas, just like at the beginning.

That was one Hell of a journey until now. Thank you all for following me in this challenge. I am learning so much while having fun. Aaand a little bit of pressure too - because HEY ANXIOUS PERSON, that's what I am - but it's almost always a good kind of pressure.

I have drawn more in two weeks that I have ever had in 10 years. This is such a relief to be able to do it, and such a wonderful thing to share my art with you and have your feed-back. Please, please, never stop telling me what you like and what you want me to draw! l would love to read any Challenge Ideas in the tags/comments section.

As for me, I'll try to never stop drawing, ever again.

Have a wonderful day/evening, my dear GO fam.

Elenthya

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges. or 3-4 hours because it a Tribute to - 8 hours. EIGHT. HOURS. One-shot. Yeah, I know. Time to think about my own rules. Or, no Tribute works for a while. Plus, I love their figure but Crowley face drove me mad. Ugh.

Today's theme chosen by me:

Well, the song speaks for itself, doesn't it? :-) I previously wanted to use "Glorious" because this one is my favourite above all MUSE songs - the instrumental, the voices, everything in this song transports me. But the more I was trying to use the lyrics for this artwork, the more it feels inaccurate. So... Sorry, dear "Glorious". Another time. ;-)

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PMD: Chasing Storms

Chapter 2- Registration for a Stingy Large Guild

Summary: Blake forms a team with the homeless Eevee he just met

Kate woke up to the soft sound of a flute, which was comforting as the breeze of the early morning blew against her fur. She leapt from the couch, ears flicking, searching for the source. She opened the door quietly to see Blake sitting on his front porch, playing his flute peacefully. He didn't seem to notice her taking a seat behind him to listen to the beautiful melody.

“Nice pla-"

Blake blew a stream of fire in surprise, incinerating his flute. Kate's jaw dropped as she stared at the ashes left from the instrument.

“Aww fuudge! I'm so sorry, I can work and buy you another-”

"Hey, it's fine,” he answered, pulling out another flute from his scarf to show her. "Happens a lot."

“S-sorry, again! I didn't mean to startle you, sorry."

“Geez, I already said it's fine." Blake sighed, using one claw to shave a stray splinter from his flute.

Kate let out a breath of relief, edging a little closer. “Can you continue playing?"

Blake sighed, putting the flute away. “I still need to practice more.”

"I think it sounded great!” She beamed, tail wagging rapidly. “Please?"

He shook his head before standing up to head towards the door. Her ears drooped as she stared at him shuffling away. “So that's a no then…”

Blake was about to walk into his room to grab his messenger bag, but stopped to glance at the door, catching a glimpse of his mailbox.

“Hey uh... Eevee? Can you read my mail for me? I have to get my supplies ready,” Blake said as he walked into his room.

Kate nodded, trotting to the mailbox. She stood up on hind legs, balancing herself against the container and pawed it open. She tried reaching at it with a paw at first, forgetting she doesn't have hands anymore. She groaned in frustration and snatched the paper with her teeth instead before she bounded back to the house, ripping it open. Her jaw dropped as she stared at the letter in disbelief. It looked like a mess of scribbles and footprint drawings that her simple mind couldn't comprehend.

“What on earth is this?!"

“What does it say?" Blake asked, stepping out of his room wearing a treasure bag.

“I can't, I can't read these…” Kate whimpered, looking up at him.

"What...?" The Charmander uttered in disbelief. "How old are you?"

"Well uh... 23?"

"23 and you still can't read?!"

"Hey, I was a human a day ago who suddenly woke up as a cat-dog-fox thing with useless thumbs that can't even hold a single berry with one paw! I literally have no idea where I am or how I ended up here, and you expect me to know a language system I’ve never seen?!"

Blake's brows furrowed at the crazy Eevee in front of him. "Tsk, whatever."

"Please, I'm sorry. Can you at least teach me?" Kate pleaded. "I could at least know how to read signs in your world, and even read mail for you. I don't wanna be a burden…"

"I'm not your teacher. Go find someone else."

Kate groaned, her muzzle crumpling like a piece of paper. "You're the only one I have!”

"Wow. So, you're not a fighter, you're not sane, you're homeless, and you can't even read? What else can't you do?!"

"I can't sing...”

His eyes narrowed repulsively into slits at how dumb she looked. He was about to walk away when-

“But..."

He stopped dead in his tracks, glancing back at the Eevee.

"I can't stop being adorable. It's a curse!”

“I don't have time for this.” Blake growled, snatching the mail and heading outside. "I'm gonna be late. If you want breakfast, there's berries in the cupboard. I'm heading to the guild.”

Kate leapt in front of him, blocking his path. “I'm coming with you!"

He raised his brows, looking her in the eyes. "You don't even know how to fight."

“I can learn, if you're willing to teach me."

"Look, Eevee, I can't just bring you to the guild like that-”

"I have nothing else to do for you like this. The least I can do is pull my weight to help you with your work,” Kate said with determination.

Blake scoffed, pushing her gently aside. “You're just gonna hold me back. You'll easily get hurt if you don't know what you're doing.”

Kate's ears lowered as he closed the door and sauntered away. She sat there for a while until an idea crossed her mind. Hurt or not, she's going to follow him. She gave a wicked grin, opened the door and closed it behind her, prowling sneakily to follow an unaware Blake. She darted into the bushes, still keeping her eyes on the fire lizard.

She realized it wasn't as easy as movies and all the comics she'd read made it out to be. The rustling leaves made a lot of noise as she crawled, and she had to endure branches smacking against her face and pelt. Even with that, Kate thought she did a great job at how seemingly far she had followed him without him noticing her. Success!

She giggled to herself and looked at Blake's direction, realizing he was gone. Confused, she frantically whipped her gaze around trying to find him before a hand snatched her by the scruff, picking her up and making her scream.

“Ah! How did you find me?!" Kate demanded, staring eye to eye with Blake as she dangled above the ground. She can't even move away!

"Bushes don't exactly move nor giggle to themselves you idiot,” the Charmander answered indignantly before lowering her to the ground once again. “Just stop following me already.”

Kate stomped a paw on the ground. “I just know I can help you! I can't just sit around at your house doing nothing all day!"

“Oh, yeah?" Blake raised his brows before pointing behind her. “What's that over there?!"

As Kate took the bait and glanced behind her, Blake bolted away from the deranged Eevee, laughing hysterically. What a moron, she actually fell for it!

He slowed down a bit when he thought he'd gone far enough, hiding himself behind a tree. He held his breath for a while and took a peek out. She was nowhere in sight, thankfully.

“Wow, you run really fast."

“Thanks, I tri- WHAT THE HELL?!" Blake shrieked, taken aback. There she was, just standing beside him by the tree. “How are you here?!"

“It’s not my fault that you're a slowpoke," she snickered, causing him to sigh.

"Go home,” he muttered, kicking a pebble as he walked.

Kate trotted gracefully behind him, smiling devilishly. "No.”

Blake was out of ideas. How was he going to stop a crazy Eevee from following him? Other than tying her to a tree somewhere, he actually can't do anything! Blake smacked his head with a hand, glancing back at the crazy girl and sighed.

“What do you want?" He grumbled, tightening the strap of his treasure bag.

“Simple, I want to work,” she replied, still with that dumb smile she’d worn since this morning. He noticed she always had droopy ears that sagged on the sides of her head, which only dared to move at certain moments. She doesn't even look sad to him. Maybe she's just an idiot who can't keep their ears up. He rolled his eyes, trudging along the path.

He should stop thinking so hard about the weird Eevee. Maybe if she could scrape enough Poké by working in the guild, she could finally leave him alone, and no more deranged Eevee girl living in his house! Perfect, just perfect!

“Fine. But first, I'll have to register you as an apprentice in the guild under my team. You'll have to work a few minor jobs before going for the harder stuff, but I guess with your craziness, you can handle it.”

"Thank you!” Kate beamed with a wagging tail. “I'll make sure to work hard! So, that means we're gonna be practically partners right?”

Blake scoffed at the thought. “Partners? We're just acquaintances.”

Kate pouted and looked down at the ground. “Okay, if you say so."

The two walked until they reached an odd looking dome-like building. It had windows resembling two eyes and the material for the walls were sculpted to resemble a Stoutland’s beard, complete with a metal gate for a door.

“We're here." Said Blake, turning away to hide an evil smile on his muzzle. “Just walk further and step on the grate.”

"Why?"

“Just do it."

Reluctantly, Kate padded towards the suspicious wooden bars on the ground. She lifted her paws, one by one, and when she finally made it-

“POKÉMON DETECTED! POKÉMON DETECTED!”

She yelped in surprise and leapt like a jumpscared cat. She turned to glare at a laughing Blake.

“WHOSE FOOTPRINT? WHOSE FOOTPRINT? THE FOOTPRINT IS…”

"You planned this!” Kate hissed at the wheezing lizard.

“Is everything alright in there? Sentry? SENTRY!"

“Uhhh, maybe Eevee’s! Maybe Eevee’s!"

"Huh, strange. Is something wrong with you today, Sentry? Do you need rest?”

"No, I'm good! I just made a mistake, that's all."

"Alright. Sorry to make you wait,” The female voice said, sounding apologetic. “You don't seem to be a bad Pokémon… a new trainee coming to apply perhaps? Okay, you may enter!”

The gate lifted up to reveal the entrance to the guild. Blake walked ahead, smirking at Kate.

“You need to go lick a Muk for that one," Kate muttered, glaring daggers at him.

“You’re dumb and crazy, but you know how to have a dirty mouth?”

She scoffed. “You deserved it! That wasn't funny! You could've warned me!”

“Why can't you be mute instead of illiterate-”

“And why can't you be pleasing and nice for once? You're so cold that you're not even qualified to be a fire type!”

Blake's eyes narrowed and he didn't reply, just continued trudging down the staircase. They reached the interior of the guild underground, seeing a few Pokémon flocking around in groups, which thankfully, aren't that noisy. The floor was covered in a grassy carpet with an earthy smell. Two large bulletin boards placed on opposite sides of the guild adorned the wall, littered with many letters pinned to them which Kate could not read.

An Arcanine with peculiarly different colored eyes and a red scarf approached the two, smiling gently. The scars that littered her face and the warm smile showed her calm, experienced demeanor as she gazed upon the smaller Pokémon. “Hello Blake, and hello, Eevee. It was you two that just came in right?"

Blake bowed slightly. "Good morning Miss Calida. Yeah, it was us. I'm only here to register my acquaintance to my team as an apprentice to the guild.”

“Morning Miss Calida, I'm Katherine! I'm gonna be his partner!" Kate butted in with a dopey smile.

Calida raised a brow. “Oh? A partner? I'm glad you've finally found one Bla-”

"We're just acquaintances!” Blake protested indignantly. “Is… Is Grandmaster Balam here today?”

“I'm afraid not, he's busy at the moment. But don't worry, I'll be the one to register your friend myself.”

“Thank you, Miss Calida."

"You're welcome, Blake. But before that, can I have your full name, Miss Katherine?”

Kate chuckled nervously. "Do I have to?”

Calida nodded. "Of course. For me to register you, I need your full name.”

Blake thought the Eevee sighed for a moment as she turned away. She looked up again, donning her usual goofy smile. "Rue... Katherine Rue.”

"Thank you. Wait here.” Calida disappeared into another staircase, leading to the second floor underground.

Kate peered curiously at Blake, tilting her head. “Who was that?"

"That's Guildmaster Balam's right-hand Pokémon, Calida. I've known her for… quite some time I guess.”

“She looks so majestic." She remarked, eyes shimmering. "I wanna look like that someday.”

"Maybe, maybe not.”

The Arcanine returned a moment later, holding a small box with her strong jaws. She dropped it gently in front of them, placing a paw on the box.

“I already know your team name, and you're already elevated to Bronze by working hard. Your friend will need to start from Normal Rank like all trainees do, but I'm sure you can manage. If I'm not mistaken, you'll be the one to train her, right?”

"No-”

"He promised, Miss Calida!” Kate said dramatically, eyeing the Charmander. Blake was about to protest, but Calida just laughed and opened the container, revealing a badge resembling a winged Pokéball with a pink gem embedded on it.

“This is your badge, Kate. Take care of it, as it serves as your way out of dungeons. I know you're still in training right now, but I can smell potential from you. Blake already has the essential supplies for the team, and I trust that he'll take good care of you.”

Uh-huh, sure. Kate thought. That lizard looks like he might kick me out at any instant!

“Thank you, Miss Calida. I'll do my best,” she answered, taking the badge from the large Pokémon. She looked up to Blake with pleading eyes and he sighed, taking her badge to hide it for her.

“If you'd like to start today, I think sentry duty might be good as your first job, Katherine,” Calida suggested as she glanced at her. “Would that be alright with you?"

“Of course, Miss Calida! I won't let you down." Kate nodded, and the Arcanine motioned for her to follow. She was about to pad along when she saw Blake walking away.

“Blake? Where are you going?” Kate asked, a morbid feeling clawing at her chest.

“Going to work alone. What else do you think I was gonna do?”

"You're… not leaving me are you?"

“It's only a day. I'm not gonna abandon you or anything. Plus, you have sentry duty to take care of, right?”

“Well, yeah-"

"Then get to work.” Blake told her before climbing upstairs. Soon, he was out of her sight. Kate just stood there for a few moments, deep into her thoughts before shaking her head and following Calida downstairs. A Loudred and a Diglett stood by the sentry entrance, scanning her from head to toe.

“Perry, Amos, this is Katherine, the new trainee. She'll be helping you with sentry duty today.” Calida said, winking at Kate before returning upstairs.

Loudred stepped forward and cleared his throat. “I'm Amos, and the Diglett is Perry.”

"Katherine.” Kate introduced herself with a playful grin. "You guys can just call me Kate for short.”

“You better climb up the sentry tunnel now with Perry. Make sure to get the footprints right, or else we're gonna get in trouble.”

“Wait, footprints?" Kate frowned as she followed Perry along the way.

The pathway was a bit dim with a ladder leading upwards to the sentry lookout, just below the wooden grate they placed on top. Kate shook the dust out from her fur, tilting her head questionably at Perry.

“Pokémon detected! Pokémon detected! We’re right on time!” The Diglett remarked, looking up to the grate where a Pokémon’s shadow blocked the incoming sunlight. “Can you guess what Pokémon that is?”

Kate's muzzle scrunched up in disbelief, contracting her brows in displeasure. “Is this how you spend your day… just looking at feet?!”

"It's my job to recognize them to avoid spies coming to the guild." Perry sighed, still focused on the mysterious Pokémon above. "Now, can you guess what that is?”

"Uh… is that a Piplup?”

"Wrong! The footprint is Psyduck’s! I repeat, the footprint is Psyduck’s!" The Diglett shouted for Amos to hear. "It's okay! There's still another Pokémon incoming. Try again?”

“Bidoof?”

"Wrong again! The footprint is Watchog’s! The footprint is Watchog's!"

Kate let out a groan of pure despair, sprawling flat on the floor and batting her paws against her head.

“Why are you so bad at this? You need to get better as I won't be there to help you next time! Don't you recognize other Pokémon?” Perry asked, peering at her.

“How does anyone recognize other Pokémon by their feet instead of their faces?”

“It's like reading footprint runes! It's that easy!"

“I can't read, I'm sorry!"

“What in the name of Arceus?!" The Diglett blurted out, looking at her incredulously. "Then go back to school! Are you even old enough to be working in the guild?"

"I'm 23!”

“This is ridiculous!" The Diglett uttered in disbelief. "You poor, poor thing! Has nobody even bothered to teach you?"

She sighed dramatically, flopping on her back with legs kicking idly in the air. “Yeah… nobody.”

"Even your partner, or teammates?"

“Even with this pretty face of mine… I'm still unwanted!" She said as she whipped her head around to face him, making the silliest dumbest face he's ever seen.

Perry laughed, amused by the strange Eevee. “You sure have a lot of spirit for someone who looks… depressed.”

“Me? Depressed?" Kate chortled out loud, pointing to herself. “That's ridiculous!"

"Uh… your ears? Tail?"

"Nah, I just like having my ears droopy! It's fun, you can flop them around!” She proceeded to shake her head, smacking herself in the face with her ears. “See?"

The Diglett just sighed, digging sideways to get closer to her. “I won't tell Amos you messed up, but I'm gonna need you to pay attention.”

"Why can't you tell Amos?”

"Because your pay will be determined depending on your performance. Not to mention the outrageous Payroll taxes…”

“Taxes too?!" Kate exclaimed with dread on her face. "Arceus, take me back! I'd rather do customer service all over again! This is worse than dealing with middle-aged witches in the Pokémart!”

“What's a witch?" Perry asked curiously.

Kate flexed her toes on her right paw, clawing at the ground beneath her. "They're like Mismagius, but they have hands, and they're evil,” she said as she thought of the Charmander who made her sleep on a run-down couch all night.

“Oh, I see… interesting. Now then, let's get back to work!"

"Oh… right-”

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SOBBING PLS MAKE THIS HAPPEN

Thanks for the request! Sorry for the wait, I swear I couldn't come up with anything until I saw the holiday ads. I don't know what we're celebrating but I've gobbled up 3 Grinch cakes already. Anyway hope it's to your liking!

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Bewitching [ Vyse x F! Reader ]

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This is a horrible idea.

This is a horrible idea.

This is a horrible idea.

These were the only words that ran through your mind during the entire festival. And with each note strung on an instrument, each move carried out by a dancer, they not only continued lingering in your brain, in fact, they were getting louder. The urge to rip off all of your fancy clothes and call everything off became overwhelming, but you knew your girlfriend wouldn't stand for it.

You picked at your fingers as you stared at your reflection in the pond in front of you. The pond was meant to be magical. But now? It only felt like another thing that mocked you for accepting this invitation.

With a huff, you stood up and turned to your girlfriend.

"Vyse, are you sure we should keep going?"

She wasn't looking at you. Instead, she watched the bustling crowd in the distance, the festival you two had to abandon just so you could gather your thoughts. The music was muffled from here. Compared to the array of colourful lights, the waters you were near was dim and hardly lit up by the moon above, but her tall frame stood out amongst the darkness.

Then, she spoke.

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"What do you mean?"

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"You know what I− this entire date is a mistake. We never should've left the base!"

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You hastily explained as you walked towards her, lifting your colourful dress to avoid stepping on the expensive fabric. You knew she was feigning ignorance just by that exaggerated tone she always took on.

She turned around to glance at you, the yellow glow from those slits piercing your eyes with ease.

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"And why not, Y/N? Are you afraid of a few people's eyes on us?"

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"It's not us I'm worried about, it's you! People are staring at you!"

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To you, she looked stunning, even when you never saw a smidgen of her features. Not her face, skin, nothing. You found the beauty in the metal that encased her skin, its reflective surface scattering the light in an array of colours and letting it all swirl in an alluring dance.

But she looked like a complete monster to the rest. You could tell by the pure horror on their faces when you entered earlier, how wide their eyes had gotten upon spotting her.

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"And that should that warrant my attention because...?"

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You sighed.

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"Look at Kay/O — his appearance draws attention like yours. He doesn't ever leave the base, and I−"

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You yelped once a vine wrapped around your waist. Within a split second, you were shoved towards Vyse, her hands gripping your shoulders the moment you landed against her torso. The adrenaline rendered you unable to protest against what she just did.

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"Kay/O's cowardly decisions are his own, Y/N." A hand slithered around your waist, further trapping you. "If I'm unconcerned with how I'm perceived, why should you be?"

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"At least show your face. Just this once? Please?"

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Her 'ears' rose upright at this plea, and Vyse couldn't help but observe your soft features in silence. For a moment, despite her unreadable expression, you believed that she would listen; that she would finally take the thing off and let this only public date between you two go smoothly.

She caressed your cheek with two metal-encased fingers, the cold sensation brushing against your skin.

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"Y/N, it's a privilege to admire me. If it gets too bothersome, then I'll strip them of it. Simple."

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Her hands shifted downwards until her fingers intertwined with yours, embracing your warmth with the tender hold. Then, she took a step back, bringing you alongside her.

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"Now, let's go before we miss the festival."

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You were pretty much forced to follow her given her strength. Besides, who were you to deny her this opportunity after imprisonment at the Scions of Hourglass? But again, you were so still preoccupied with the staring. It felt like a spotlight shining upon you two, and you weren't doing anything beyond... attending the festival. It felt so shameful.

And you were proven right the moment you made your way among the people.

The crowds' stares preceded the entertainment that surrounded you. The extravagant decorations, stunning dances and intricate displays of artwork seemed insignificant next to your girlfriend, her mere presence dragging all eyes towards her with relative ease.

But it didn't seem to bother her. In fact, she kept the light conversation between you two alive, observing the exhibits in the process. However, you couldn't really focus no matter how much you tried. The staring was just too distracting.

Then, Vyse stopped.

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"Look at this little display."

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Following her gaze, you were drawn to a nearby gathering just next to you.

Amongst the foliage sat a stage where a band played an enchanting albeit loud tune. And if that wasn't impressive enough, there were also dancers positioned in front of them, each donning a bright fabric that swayed behind them as they moved.

Vyse was right, this was worth both of your time.

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"This feels less dismal then the rest."

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You hummed with a smile.

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"Let's check it out."

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She accompanied you as you marched between the tables to find one suitable and empty. Which, luckily, didn't take too long. You picked out a table near the front and the two of you sat down. There, you were finally given the chance to enjoy the show in peace. And surprisingly, you did.

It felt like nobody stared at you. You glanced at the people who sat next to you out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn't find a single person ogling. They were all enjoying the dance just as much as you and Vyse did.

For a moment, you were highly pleased by this. And you thought that maybe, it wasn't that Vyse just looked captivating, it was just that the festival wasn't interesting enough to keep the rest occupi−

Your eyes widened at the sound of a camera shutter next you.

But just as you went to look at the culprit, portions of the ground ripped apart once vines emerged from them. While some surrounded you, most of them encircled a certain table... next to you, too. Vyse had left her seat by the time you realised what was going on. And quickly, you stood up to look for your girlfriend, only to find her marching towards one of the tables where a different couple sat.

The man's phone was on the ground, a picture of Vyse on the screen, and their chairs were surrounded by razor-sharp vines adorned with thorns. They were trapped.

Vyse loomed over them.

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"Looks like you have a death-wish." The vines' grip around the chairs tightened. "Shall I make it so?"

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You approached and held her hand, attempting to pull her back towards you.

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"Sweetie, don't hurt them."

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Your words didn't sway her. In fact, it worsened the panic in the couple given that you unwittingly confirmed that Vyse meant her threat.

The man shakily mumbled something under his breath. Given that it was inaudible to either of you, Vyse stepped closer and stooped over to level their gazes.

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"I didn't quite catch that. Do me a favour and repeat yourself."

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"S− sorry, I'm− I'm sorry about that, madam..."

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Vyse hummed at his pitiful stammering. She stood upright once more, throwing them one final glare before deeming his apology 'acceptable'. And luckily for them, the vines disappeared back into the ground.

But just as the couple thought it was finally over, she crossed her fingers, and with an audible crack, his phone was ripped into many pieces; any hope of it being repaired immediately went down the drain.

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"Oh, I'm so sorry."

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"Vyse!"

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Vyse waved you off in the midst of her malevolent giggling.

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"Lighten up; that could've been him." She promptly began moving, ignoring their panicked exchange at that comment. "Come along, Y/N."

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The music drowned out their words of terror as you two walked off. Her hand now around your waist, she accompanied you back to the table you sat on to enjoy the show once more.

And so, the date continued like nothing happened.

But for some reason, the stares stopped, and nobody seemed to have the heart to even throw either of you a glance the whole time. And it was... great. You finally felt at ease. You couldn't help but smile merrily as you observed the festival with a newfound sense of peace.

[moonpie016]

Ok so I originally was just going to post a w.i.p. and then skedaddle.

It's too early for this. Idk why I'm up this early. (I do know, but not important) But! New Jash song again!

But first, w.i.p.

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Drawing instruments is not something I thought I'd be doing again. And I will joke about how much "pain" it is to draw them, but it is a good practice to learn. Still wonky but y'know.

(Every time I draw from reference, my brain immediately forgets how to draw people when I've been drawing this man for months!)

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Ramble about song.

(though somewhat on the fly because I just listened to it, I probably should digest it a bit more and let it fester repeatedly to talk about indepth. But no! :] )

If you haven't listened to it (because it's literally either early/late for you possibly Imma just put the words under here so it doesn't flood the screen. And let you find out for yourself.)

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Woke up and immediately listened to it.

It was simple, not a bad thing at all. Surprised to hear not much of a vocal effect, which is always nice to hear. Not saying vocal effects are bad, literally had Fnaf music for most of my life. So vocal synths and glitchy effects are my bread and butter./pos

A thought I just have in my brain is that, and with any artist I guess. Is that a unique voice is more idk just cool, or more interesting to listen to. They don't sound perfect. They have imperfections, slight alterations in how they sing, can be messy or the most clear thing ever heard. And it may be off-putting because of the exception of a more professional standard.

But sometimes the standard isn't what I look for. Ok this isn't about the song but is at the same time. Just talking about how Chonny's voice is unique in a way.

A complement? Idk. Yeah.

Anyways. The subject of the song. I still have never listened to an original Tim Minchin song. I don't know if I will at some point. I should. Not obligated but am curious.

But this, it's always the songs with the subject matter of relationships to get me attached. First thinking about it and then thinking about it too much.

In a sense, I guess it could be relatable. But for why it is? I don't know anymore. It's irrelevant for why. And yet it kinda just clings to you when you don't want it to.

You still think about the past in a sense when trying to live in whatever future you never expect to be in.

Without something or not.

I don't really know how to put this song into words, because again, still digesting and I gotta listen to it multiple times for it to settle inside me brain.

Like every song Chonny makes or does.

But with reflecting again with the song in my ears, I'm surprisingly fine? No random rant/vent about vague stuff??? :0

That's a good thing.

That's genuinely a good thing.

This song, how dare it make me emotional (in a good way :] ).

This isn't the first time a CJ song/cover has made me emotional.

(In terms of actually having a tear already existing in my eyeball. The world???)

And it probably won't be the last.

Ok I'm done with my ramble!! Yay!!!

If I were to compile all the songs that mean something to me. That'd probably be it's own drawing/list.

Anywho! Uh. I'll guess I'll stay up now and finish the w.i.p.

Hope you all have a good day. :]

*Crawls away.*

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[fatuismooches]

Dottore and artist!reader?👉👈 Reader just quietly sitting in a corner while Dottore tinkers with something, sketching him in their sketchbook. Of course when they notice him getting closer they snap their sketchbook shut (Because it's rather embarrassing being caught drawing someone you know...) Dottore is always amused but also a bit annoyed that they're hiding something from him. And it doesn't just apply to drawing! They do everything! They paint, they play instruments, they write, they crochet, etc. And I can imagine them dabbling into mechanical things as well! Mostly for design and not really function (They made him a little mechanical raven one time, and he may or may not have upgraded it to be able to move around and added a camera to spy on people...) They play music and compose it (I like to imagine that they composed Dottore's introduction theme in-game 👉👈) You can always hear their music faintly playing down one of the halls. Sometimes they even sew clothes for him! (Not that he uses them often, he probably has a few copies of the same clothes if they get dirty or damaged...) Clothes that are pretty, but functional and practical for his lab, because he hardly ever leaves the damn place... (hehe, making him a pretty suit if you ever need to attend one of the Tsaritsa's ball's...) I also like to imagine a scenario where they have a bunch of paintings of him hidden somewhere, and they'd get really embarrassed if Dottore would find them... I mean, it does look as if they are obsessed with him with how many paintings they have of him... (He will tease them endlessly about it, and even offer to model for you since you seem so captivated with his looks... of course you can only tease him back and stun him into silence by telling him to take off his clothes so you could paint him nude for the first time :) )

DOTTORE AND ARTIST READER!!! OOH I AM LOVING ALL OF THESE TALENTS... You love spending time with him while the two of you are doing your own things, namely you sketching away at whatever you want... which is Dottore of course. You love drawing him, the love of your life... you wonder if he knows how his expression slightly changes when he's wholly focused on something... you do, as you capture it in your sketchbook. Though sometimes his complicated outfit makes you want to snap your pencil. You love drawing him in different outfits too, just his simple blue collared shirt... unbuttoned a bit too sometimes.

THE MECHANICAL DESIGN!! YES! You probably take some of your husband's creations and like to add a few finishing touches to them... and it just adds a completely new layer and sparks to the product! It's probably gonna be doing evil things... but it'll be stylish!! (The mechanical raven omg 😭🥺 i'm thinking it's similar to Freminet's penguin... it's just a lot more... deadly.)

I hc Dottore is a fan of music,, so he would always like to listen to whatever you compose. He likes to try and understand the deeper meaning behind every note, every sound. Even though he's not with you all the time, he and the clones like to hear your music drifting throughout the labs as they conduct their business <3

Ah making his clothes,, making my heart weep. You've probably made him some simple shirts and stuff to sleep with because if it weren't for you he'd just go to sleep in his lap attire 💀 (average Dottore behavior) Plus sometimes there's a buckle that's gone loose... a very tiny tear on his pants... you notice all of it and you make sure to fix that up as well. And... if anything you'll probably be repairing some of the clones' clothes because they've blown themselves up a couple of times. (Dottore in a suit is making me froth at the mouth)

I don't even know where you would hide your paintings of him (in your closet and one day they just come tumbling out and he's like ... and you're like ...) It's fine though, because he's equally as obsessed as you (a completely normal thing in his eyes) But OH he is a little shit... he will embarrass and tease you to no end, bring up how you got every detail down... oh you must stare at his face quite often no? Would you like to examine him up close, he teases. Yes, yes you do, you respond, already pulling out a blank canvas so you can do a full study on his body.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary606

5/30-31/25

friday - saturday

grocery shopping sunday...

don't know why that's on my mind. i guess i am looking forward to it since we'll be doing it with a friend, and it will probably be not as stressful as w/ my gf's mom.

i finished the drawing i have been working on, did a little bit of some bones for the next one:

strange one. just sort of doodle clusters. i like how everything is interacting.

i did something that surprised me today, which was work on music. i didn't write though. but the music was good, i re-wrote a song a bit and helped the guitar synth sounds out. the bass also sounds a lot better but i guess i could mix it down a bit. the thing i re-wrote was the bass line which i didn't like because it was too, i dunno, it just felt like it was doing too much, listening to all the number girl made me think about how sometimes the best thing to do w/ bass is keep something really simple, so i settled on in this one part a thing that's just 8th note strumming, it's much more propulsive and the guitar parts are so strange there that it centers everything and glues everything together. this is something i may end up doing for other songs, if necessary. the guitar part sounding better wasn't really even the goal but i found it very easy to do w/ this airwindows plugin that's a guitar amp sim but instead of having overdrive/gain built in, it does some weird stuff w/ compression, which can do something gnarly like distortion but really i was using it here as a thing that seems to like, i dunno, the way it acts as an eq is really compelling and coupled with the natural behavior of the compression it helps highlight some frequencies i feel like were gettling lost/overshadowed by the high end.

i think if you compared this version and the old version of the song, at least w/ guitar tone, it'd be difficult to notice but it helps things not feel shrill to the point of losing tonal color. as much as i want it to be ugly noise stuff it's also not really the goal for it to be entirely lost, part of what makes guitar noise so appealing is hearing the harmonics shift around and get articulated differently and brush into one another, as well as the resonances of the instrument itself, weird phase things too sometimes w/ pickups. i think strats do a thing where some of the pickups, the ones that have that slanted pickup, are sort of out of phase, which can make things a bit thinner sounding, which is helpful sometimes, but generally i don't prefer strats. i like my strange piece of shit guitar and i like my gf's squier jaguar.

listened to a bunch of the stuff i have, stuff meaning songs i have written. there's a lot i like, which is good. not a lot of stuff i'm all like, oh this needs to be better, about, right now. good... some stuff even feels like engaging in a way where i might be able to begin putting words to it, which is very exciting.

i was learning to play this a bit today:

really like the weird power chord stuff in the chorus. feels really nice to get it down. the prechorus also has that thing that feels like it's descending but not. also i'm only learning tabuchi's guitar which is the one on the right/the bottom tab just because mukai really likes barre chords and i'm awful at them for the most part.

had a strange thought come to me for guitar today, which was just an octave chord but with an addition string doing a third octave, which isn't a strange idea so much as a difficult stretch for me. it sounded okay so i'm not sure why i feel like i should practice it, it doesn't seem deeply practical but w/ 3 octaves there is a way to get a lot of weird dissonance from it since any one of the notes i'm fretting i could move up independent of the others and do that as its own sort of riff/sea of noise, just kind of trying to oscillate the 3 strings up or down in pitch against one another.

i am tired now, i should probably sleep... we'll see what i do tomorrow i suppose,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kotelok16]

What was your thought process for your post canon SDR2 designs for each character, if you’re able to divulge?

The thought process? No thoughts in this head, a perfect emptiness-

Okay, seriously, I'll try to describe it briefly, because there were a lot of thoughts in the process. But the post will still be long xd

1) Nagito and Mikan. I really wanted to make them simple and cozy outfits. They are just the usual calm (haha...) married couple, you know? Their designs have been around for more than a year, although I did redo Nagito's home clothes, I categorically did not like the original version. I can tell you in secret that Mikan's home clothes was inspired by Hitomi character from Ai Somnium Files.

2) Hajime is a pretty simple guy, even if he has experienced experimental surgeries from the academy. Therefore, I didn't think too much about his outfits, everything is simple, convenient, without bright accents.

3) Hiyoko. I really like the way her design turned out, I won't lie. I tried to leave Asian motifs in her everyday outfit as well, since in this story she is a teacher of traditional dance in her hometown outside Tokyo. And as soon as I came up with the idea to make her kimono monochrome, I immediately ran to do it, because the combination seemed very interesting to me!

4) Ibuki. I couldn't decide whether to reduce the degree of insanity in her image. She's a grown up woman, after all. As you can see, in the end, crazy colors and combinations in clothes won. It's Ibuki, damn it! Although it was difficult for me to find references, because I still did not understand the name of the Ibuki style. I mean, it's not really a scene kid or a similar direction... As a result, some kind of mixture of different options came out. The main thing is that there are massive cool shoes, yahooo!

5) Akane. I wanted to give her a comfortable sporty style, so I was looking for something appropriate. It's pretty simple. And in her work clothes, I couldn't resist putting on high-heeled shoes for her, even though it wasn't very comfortable... But it's convenient to step on someone- okay, I'm kidding.

6) NEKOMARU NIDAI. I suffered. I suffered a lot. I don't know how to draw pumped-up men. But that's half the trouble. I had no idea what to WEAR to PUMPED-UP MEN. That's why he wears a little sporty, a little plain, something like that. But it seems to me that Nekomaru would not dress too fashionably? So whatever.

7) Mahiru. The woman is strict, demanding, restrained in style, so she dresses appropriately. I don't know what else to say.

8) The Imposter. I really wanted him to look so cozy, so that you would want to fall into his arms and feel in them that all your problems were left somewhere far away... And glasses! I don't know, I just wanted an Imposter with glasses!! Well, he's such a comfortable guy((

9) Peko. I also wanted to dress her quite strictly and restrained, like Mahiru, but with a little more... What should I call it?.. Freedom of expression? Manicure, bright shoes, unusual jacket style. Peko is no longer an instrument, but a personality, so I wanted to show exactly that she expresses herself, albeit in her usual restrained manner. Something like that.

10) Kazuichi... Um, well, did I make him homeless?? And did people like it?? I felt so guilty while I was doing his design, it's a nightmare. But in general, yes, he looks a little wild, because he lives 24/7 in a workshop on the outskirts next to an uninhabited destroyed area. From there, he drags all sorts of funny things from a landfill, so that he can make and experiment with them later. Inspired by Phoenix Wright's design from the game Apollo Justice.

11) Gundam. I wanted to make him such a modern vampire Dracula. Gundam is still on his own mind, but just much more restrained and majestic, or something. And damn long hair, I love drawing long hair for men TOO much. And yes, he has work clothes for work at the research center. He's a bit of a scientist, a bit takes care of animals.

12) Sonia. I wanted to highlight her by the fact that she looks younger than the others. I don't know if it worked out, I still have difficulties with the transfer of age in art. I don't have any clear definition of what was in my head when I created it. She's just a fashionable, well-traveled (because of work) woman in the prime of her life.

13) Fuyuhiko. He is... Yakuza... And I do not know what else to say. I was just trying to make him look like a yakuza... And he has long hair... that's it, bye.

14) Teruteru. For some reason, I aggressively wanted to give him a stereotypically French image. I don't know how it turned out or didn't work out, I don't know why I decided to do it at all, but the man looks stylish. I also couldn't stop thinking about that one character from the third Phenix Write game, who was just a stereotypical Frenchman and owned his own restaurant.

A bonus. Kageshimo (son of Gundam and Sonya) is strongly associated with the Little Prince from the fairy tale by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

[effydiaries]

Little Things

Little things. That's what's been helping me lately. Looking around and observing every little detail I can find. The different colored leaves, the people walking by, the few lit up rooms in lonely neighborhoods at night. Smoking in my room while writing in my journal. Listening to classical music and enjoying every single instrument. Spraying my favorite perfume every night before going to bed. Playing cards with my friends. Kissing my love. Being kissed by my love.

I am finally living my life how I want. I write and write and write until my hands hurt. I feel everything so deeply, so madly, so incessantly. I used to think it was bad for me, wearing my heart on my sleeve. I fall in love with everything and everyone. I cherish everything people give me. Little notes, drawings, letters, flowers, homemade necklaces. I've realized not everybody does that. Not everybody is capable of loving so deeply. Maybe it is a good thing. To make people smile, make people laugh, make people realize they are worth something. People are so beautiful. Everybody has their little thing. Everybody is worth loving, even if they end up hurting you in the end. They leave little pieces of themselves with you for the rest of your life. Isn't that beautiful? Isn't it great how a simple song, a movie, a show, a book can become a part of you through someone else?

I used to be so blue all the time. I would let people walk all over me. I would let myself get made fun of. I would spend days crying in my bed. I would think about everything that has happened to me. I would feel like a victim every single time. I don't want to be a victim anymore. I don't want to live in fear anymore. I want to be free. I want to unapologetically be myself. Myself, all the time. No made up versions of somebody else I could be, only present me. I want to listen to the songs that make me feel good, I want to have interesting conversations, I want to read amazing books and talk about them with my friends. My true friends. I want to sing without shame, I want to make myself heard. I want to write and never stop.

I've lost a lot of people lately. People that meant everything to me. They're no longer in my life but I see them everywhere. I see them in the little things and although they hurt me I can appreciate what they taught me and all the good moments we had. It's the little things. They make everything special. So, so special.

[the-elder-polls]

I just woke up here where I live and wanted to chat abt my queer lil tes ocs! Also please don't mind that they don't have lore accurate names or whatever, I started playing these games a while back and never cared to look up naming conventions. English is already hard enough for me.

Metatron, the nerevar reborn, is a tall aroace guy who only wanted to travel and play his instruments. All this nerevar business really got in the way of that, but he loves meeting people and singing for them, so that's a plus. He dresses exclusively in cloaks,robes and dresses, feeling like pants stop his circulation.

Octavia my hok, had a strange relationship with everything and everybody in her life, including her sexuality and gender. If you asked her about it she would just reply "I don't care about that I have a job." Her relationship with Martin was strange too, but don't ask her about that. It wasn't romantic or sexual but a secret third thing. Kinda. Don't ask her, really, it's complicated. Thats also not her birth name, she just changed cause it sounded pretty. And also cause she was on the run from the government.

Ezekiel was really excited to get power all over Skyrim, but he was also a family man at heart, and loved his adopted kids and husband a lot. Derkeethus and him liked to adventure together time from time, although Ezekiel chose to do the dragon slaying and world ending dangers alone. This man would drop all responsibilities and quests with a simple "I have to cook dinner this week." Man is bloodthirsty and power hungry but loves his family so much.

I wish I had some drawings to include, but I'm on my phone so maybe next time!

they all sound fantastic. i love how weird (positive) they all are. also derkeethus is an AMAZING choice of spouse, 10/10