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[todoggukie]

小松菜奈 | VOGUE Taiwan (June 2025)

[legallybrunettedotcom]

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[akubzie]

[many-of-me]

[chanugf]

happy NANA day 😼😼😼😼😼

[houseof1000gods]

southern gothic, as a literary genre, portrays the darker sides of the south such as poverty, racism, religious tension, and alienation. how would you describe australian gothic in your own words? is there any media with that vibe? (sorry if this is a weird ask I’m just curious)

i only woke up like 30 mins ago so this wont be very insightful or anything but i consider aus gothic to be mainly the fear of the unknown in relation to the bush, like the thick bush u could easily get lost in or the outback where its just nothing for miles but dirt.

i grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other, there was one shop, one pub and one primary school, and my town was rivals with the neighbouring town because "they got more" than us (shops, customers, etc). as well as that, my primary schools and other schools in the neighbouring towns were a part of some interconnected community where we'd do events with each other like walkathons, school sports, etc, but one of the other town's school decided not to join and every year they have like 5 students (genuinely, even still to this day) so they now have resentment towards the other towns. so i also see a sense of community and rivalry when i think of aus gothic.

as well as that, i live where the gold rush took place so gold detecting, random mines in the bush that you have to avoid cause u could fall right through, remnants of settlements that were abandoned after the people there went home because they couldn't make a fortune looking for gold like they thought they could also comes into play.

mainly for me though, its all about the bush. i grew up on a road where one side was about 5 houses and the other side of the road was all bush. when i was growing up i honestly didn't give a fuck about the bush cause to me it was just where i lived, but in recent years i've really come to appreciate the beauty of it, especially since my nana still lives there on the same street i grew up on so i can still spend some time there.

as for aus gothic media/literature, i'm a massive fan of horror so i'd 100% have to say wolf creek. i loooove wolf creek. my other (obvious) choice is picnic at hanging rock, that story really plays into the fear of the unknown. i studied that in year 12 so i know too much about it lol. AND OF COURSE LAKE MUNGO. i almost forgot about lake mungo, i absolutely fucking love lake mungo.

if anyone has any other recs for good aus gothic media send them thru, i do read a bit but unfortunately nothing to do with aus gothic lol

edit: dogs are also a part of aus gothic for me! sounds completely unrelated but most people i know who live out bush have dogs, i grew up with multiple dogs, from kelpies to bulldogs to staffies so i've always loved dogs and associated them with my time spent growing up out bush.

[wardingshout]

Hi!!! I've been seeing your art for a while now and always wonder how you manage to make it so bright and colorful? What's the process like?

hiiii, I'm super happy to hear you like it! 💃

I've already talked a bit about colours here and here, but I always feel like drawing methods is a pretty endless topic so I'll see what else I can whip out! :3c I feel like I've been on a colour struggle bus for the last couple weeks, so this might also be my own trying to pull my thoughts together a little bit, I hope that's ok!

actually I'm just gonna start with one random thought and try to pull it into other thoughts??

so my beginning thought here is "accuracy to reference material isn't that important"

making sure that your colours work well together is a lot more important than them being accurate and it goes a long way in creating a mood. since I feel like bright colours suits my art better I sometimes worry about desaturating them too much, but I think it can also make smth look warmer and somewhat brighter in it's own way. (in this case Demifiend's tatoos get to stay bright bc theyøre supposed to be neon anyway.)

imo that also goes into the same thought of like. just bc smth is grey or black or white or yellow or whatever in a design that doesn't mean you can't still draw it somewhat correctly with different tones if you just keep consistent. These aren't the greatest examples since I think the values are a pretty messy But I do think they were really good practice for colour picking! hmm they also aren't very bright which is what you asked about, but I still think doing that type of stuff works as a good reminder you can go ham with stuff without having it look necessarily unreal

and remembering that, makes experimenting with random bright colours a lot less daunting. I also think that you can get pretty far with picking an assortment of colours that you personally think look good together and then trying to work them into where they fit best!

actually hold on I didn't rly know what I was saying and I don't rly know what I'm doing with art lately either but I put my different Nanas together and it's actually pretty interesting to just tap around them with the eyedrop tool!

some of these are a lot closer than I thought and some are a lot more different than I thought!

as a complete alternative to not caring about accuracy to reference, but for something similar, I think working with limited palettes have also been super helpful for me! it helps in finding out what kinds of colour combinations I personally like, and I think figuring out good places to reuse colours is super fun!

this is my only example that's not Mega old but smth like that! it can be rly fun to skip out on white too! I don't remember if I pulled these colours out randomly or not, but there are lots of places to find random palettes online!

EDIT BC UUUUUH. REALIZING LATE I DIDN'T RLY SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PROCESS I JUST KINDA ADDED TO THOSE OTHER 2 POSTS UUUUH... The second post I linked has a link to a random speedpaint of mine that pretty much shows I just keep adjusting until the colours look right. For background stuff the best I can do is dig up some old tegaki screenshots of wips but they don't rly show much ?? And I still just trial and error my way through like I just keep testing colours until it works ok tbh

[babytarttdoodoo]

kind of a rouge prompt idea but “i just told a story at work about my childhood that i thought was really funny but now everyone is super quiet and someone said i’m so sorry” but it’s jamie + the team edition. like he talks about a traumatising James Thing and has no idea how horrifying it is until they’re all like …… wtf

love your writing! <3

Thanks for the prompt (and the lovely compliment)!

I’ll preface this by saying I have next to no knowledge of dentistry and you should not assume any medical assertions made here are correct.

((I also feel like I should add that I finished this one off while more than a little tipsy.))

Enjoy the himbo chaos.

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

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“Ay, dios mio, it was terrifying.” Dani put an emphatic hand to his chest. “Earl. He still haunts me.”

“Thought you were over that, bruv.” Isaac frowned up at him from his usual spot on the locker bench.

“On the pitch, yes. But at night…” Dani shook his head mournfully. “I have dreams of being chased in the dark. I know it is him.”

“I used to have dreams like that.” Colin piped up, pausing in tying his laces and looking haunted. “‘Cept it was my nana chasing me, on her mobility scooter.”

A few people sniggered and Isaac clapped Colin’s shoulder. “That’s fucked up.”

“I never remember my dreams,” Sam mused. “But I have always been a very deep sleeper. My father says I was the envy of all other parents when I was a baby.”

“I have only ever had one nightmare.” Richard declared. “All of my beautiful little teeth fell out of my mouth and I was ugly. Who will kiss me if I have no teeth?”

“Who’s losing teeth?” Jamie asked, joining the conversation from the doorway with a furrowed brow.

“We are discussing nightmares,” Jan explained matter-of-factly, then turned back to Richard. “Dreams about losing teeth are commonly attributed to stress.”

Jamie shook his head, still looking confused.

“Nah, don’t get that one, mate. Your dentist can just stick ‘em right back in, can’t they?”

That sparked a round of horrified protests and Jamie flapped his hands like a conductor to quiet the rabble.

“Eh, eh, I’m right!”

“Actually…” Sam held up his phone, open on an NHS webpage. “Jamie is correct.”

The locker room erupted into disgust and outrage while Jamie grinned smugly and tipped his I,COG cap to Sam for the assist.

“Hold on, how did you know that?” Isaac demanded, staring at Jamie like he had two heads. That quietened the team a little as heads swivelled in Jamie’s direction.

“Knocked two of ‘em out when I were, like, 10.” He shrugged and tapped a fingernail against one of his front teeth in demonstration. “Mum’s friend were a dental nurse. Told her to put them in some milk and take me to hospital.”

“You were very lucky.” Sam commented, still scrolling through the information he had found. “A significant gap in your teeth can lead to premature ageing.”

“And what a tragedy that would have been, eh?” Jamie beamed, gesturing to his face. “To think I might have deprived the world of this top tier mug.”

Other players groaned and laughed, a few tossing socks or discarded shirts in Jamie’s direction while he ducked, sniggering.

“How do you know they gave you your real teeth back?” Bumbercatch questioned, with an air that suggested great suspicion of the dentistry profession as a whole.

Jamie considered that. “Fair point,” he conceded. “They feel like mine, though.”

“Wait, how do you even manage to lose two teeth at once?” Colin interjected, muffled by his fingers as he prodded his own mouth in confusion. “I’ve never lost any after my baby teeth.”

“Took a snooker cue to the face.” The team winced as a collective and Jamie nodded sagely. “Were pretty grim. Blood all over the pub floor and everything.”

“You were 10?” Thierry clarified, face scrunched up. “Do kids normally get into bar fights here?”

“Well, yeah, s’pose not.” Jamie shuffled in place, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable. “Weren’t a fight so much. Dad took me in to watch a match and it all kicked off a bit.”

An uneasy quiet overtook the general hubbub and more than one face went stony at that revelation.

“Mate.” Jeff looked like he’d rather not be the one probing further, but had bitten the bullet anyway. “Your, uh, your dad wasn’t the one with the pool cue, was he?”

“Eh…” Jamie glanced around the room before answering. “Well, yeah. He was. But I’m, like, 90% sure it were an accident.”

Chaos detonated like a bomb.

Isaac and Richard jumped to their feet, one cursing in French, the other demanding to know how long it would take to get to Manchester. Colin seemed to be googling train times.

Dani had taken to rifling through his bag, looking for god knows what, and Thierry was strapping on his mask like it was war paint (he didn’t even need it anymore, he just liked looking scary).

Jan was a terrifyingly silent pillar in the middle of the storm and Sam… Well, Sam looked like he had been gutted.

“OI!” Roy’s bellow commanded immediate silence, players freezing mid-shout. He was framed by the door to the coaches’ office, arms crossed and typical glare set in place. “What the fuck is going on out here?”

“Close ranks!” Jamie all but squeaked, invoking a hallowed, sacred vow from the team to collectively shut the fuck up.

All eyes turned to Issac who, as captain, had the final say.

On balance, he decided it was probably best that their new manager didn’t get arrested for murder before the season even got underway.

“Agreed.” he finally acquiesced and the whole room affirmed their compliance sullenly. It just wasn’t worth the forfeit to cave in under Roy’s (very effective) glare.

“... right then.” Roy finally allowed, still looking at them all suspiciously. “Then get out on the pitch and stop wasting our time.”

Everyone clamoured towards the tunnel, eager to escape the intense atmosphere. All except Jamie, who was still hurriedly pulling on his kit.

He tried not to seize up when Roy sidled over.

“You’ll tell me later.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question and Jamie knew better than to take it as one. He slumped in defeat.

“Yeah. Probably.”

[girl-named-matty]

My last paper - Matty Ambrose

synopsis ✧ Matty is closing in on her final year of Hogwarts. For her last assignment in Professor Weasley's class, she's been asked to write a paper about herself. It can be anything as long as it has something to do with her. So without spilling all the secrets of her diary, she jots down some of the most important things in her life.

word count ✧ 2.5k

a/n ✧ This is my entry for the HL edition of my November writing prompts. Week one "Backstory". Hope you all enjoy!

"Well, this is my last paper I’ll ever write for school.

Three years have gone by all too fast. I’m in my last week of school at Hogwarts. For our last assignment, Professor Weasley asked us to write a paper on ourselves. About things we know, we remember, etc.… So really, just about anything as long as it was about us.

She said it was a good way to reflect on our past before we step into adulthood and the real world. And it’s just for us; we don’t have to show anybody if we don’t want to. I’ll probably have to stop a few times during this paper to go cry my eyes out, but who knows?

Hello, I am Matthew Loraine Ambrose. Yep, my name is Matthew, and I really like the name, to be honest. Although I’ve gone by “Matty” my whole entire life, if you call me Matthew, I’ll probably be terrified of you for a few moments since the only time someone uses my real name is my parents when they’re upset at me—which doesn’t happen often. But just be warned.

I was named after my paternal grandfather. My grandfather Matthew. I never met him, as he died before I was born. But after his death, my Da always swore he’d name his first child after his father.

Well, I’m the first and only child in my family, so I was the one that ended up with the name. I’d get teased for it whenever someone found out it was my real name, but honestly, I don’t care much. I think it’s a good way to honor the family member I never got to meet.

I was born in Dublin, Ireland, on April 26th, 1875. I grew up right beside my mother's side of the family—we lived right next to each other as neighbors. So I grew up surrounded by my aunts, uncles, cousins, and my mother's parents. It was the best start to my childhood that I could ever ask for. Near the people I loved the most who I knew loved me.

I often remember visiting my Nana and Granda’s house, sitting around their big stone fireplace with my cousins. I spent every Christmas there.

As for my grandmother, my parents and I tried to visit her as much as we could. She lived a bit away from Dublin, in Carlingford, Ireland. It was only her living in that little old house. I could tell she was lonely since my grandfather passed, but she always had the biggest smile on her face. Eventually, she did actually end up leaving Carlingford to come live with my mum’s side of the family.

My Mum and Da grew up together, so naturally, the families knew each other. Grandfather and Grandmother only left Dublin after my Da was grown and married. So it was no surprise that after she was left alone, she moved back. Both sides of my family are close, so they see each other as family blood related or not. I miss them a lot ever since leaving Ireland.

As for my friends, growing up, I had a really good friend named Declan. His family lived near mine, and he was always obsessed with my Granda’s boat—which is how we met. He wanted to grow up and become a sailor. Almost eighteen years later, I was told he finally did become one, and he’s somewhere out there on the ocean.

Declan and I did almost everything together. He was a bit of a delinquent, to be honest, but he was fun, and my parents thought he was a good kid, just a little misguided. Apparently he liked me at the time, and looking back, I probably liked him too. But we were just too young to understand what that was. I’m sure he’ll meet some wonderful person out there who’s capable of handling his personality, if you understand what I mean, of course.

He had brown hair that was always messy. I don’t think I remember a single time it looked neat. He had freckles all over his face. And for some reason, his appearance said a lot about him.

(At this point in my paper, I had stopped to show it to my best friend Hope. She told me I had a “type” in men, and I think that was just her way of calling Sebastian a delinquent. Should I be offended?)

Anyway, I still consider him to be my first best friend. We had a lot of good times together. I do hope he’s doing well out there.

My Da is a carpenter, and he likes to “invent” (as he calls it) all these little trinkets and things. He’s quite the intelligent man, really, and they are honestly quite useful. But his main job is carpentry. When I was seven, my Da and his business partner, Mr. Athy, wanted to expand their business opportunities. That ended up in them deciding that London would be the best place for them to go.

The business move was sponsored by Mr. Athy’s aunt, Alice Hammond, who lived in London. To be honest, she’s the scariest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. The business was dependent on her for the first two years but eventually broke out of that, and it's very successful now. Mrs. Hammond still seems entitled to our lives though—I don’t think that’s something we’ll ever escape.

Moving to London was quite hard. I spoke English, so that was no problem. But I still had a thick accent and hadn’t yet adapted to the area around me. Not to mention—being from Ireland—I wasn’t exactly sure how people would treat us.

We moved in next to a family of the name McGowan, and they came over to meet us that same day. They had a daughter my age, Hope (who I mentioned earlier). When we first met, she could hardly understand what I was saying because of my accent, yet she took the time to listen to me anyway. From that day on, we were best friends.

Ironically, I ended up finding out my best friend was a witch only because we bumped into each other on the first day of school when I finally attended Hogwarts. I had always found it quite weird how she went off to a school miles away for several months every year, but I never questioned it. Then I found myself at the same school years later. It was surprising, to say the least. Especially because I had no knowledge of the wizarding world until I was fifteen years old.

While in London, I also made friends with two girls named Eugenia and Nora. They are two of my close friends from home. All of these people in my life have helped me shape into the person I am today.

When I was fifteen, a man of the name Eleazar Fig showed up at my doorstep. I was terrified, to say the least. I had found the acceptance letter mere moments before he knocked on the door to my house—I freaked out mentally. I didn’t know how my parents would react. He was already inside by the time I had gathered my senses.

But my parents didn’t freak out; in fact, they were extremely supportive of me. It was surprising, that’s for sure, but truly they wanted me to do what made me happy.

I stayed in London for one more month while Professor Fig mentored me and taught me the basics of the Wizarding World and the magic therein. I love reading, but I don’t think I’ve ever read so many books in one month before then—it was a lot.

Then it came time for me to actually go to Hogwarts. Usually, students go on this train called “The Hogwarts Express,” however, Fig and I—and a friend of his, George Osric—traveled by flying carriage. Now that was an experience for sure. Long story short, I could definitely see Thestrals by the time we made it to the school.

The first day brought a lot of change in my life—most of it I wasn’t expecting, or at least thinking that it’d make that big of an impact on my life. I met many wonderful people, but just to name a few—

I met a boy named Sebastian Sallow, and the first thing I ever did was beat him in a duel. He’s now my boyfriend of almost two years, and we’re planning on getting married whenever the opportunity shows itself. I met a boy named Garreth in my common room. He was a bit silly to me at first, but now he’s dating my best friend. I’m hoping the safe side of his creative genius will rub off on their kids.

I met my dormmates, Nellie and Natty. Those two girls have helped me through more than they think. I could always go to them if I needed. And as I mentioned earlier, I bumped into my best friend that day as well.

Soon after, I met Esme, who has taught me a lot in the three years I’ve known her. Ominis, who has had the hardest life out of us all and yet still cares so much about others. He was a bit intimidating at first—after all, the first time I met him, he was yelling at me, but he was sweet after I got to know him for a bit. And if I remember correctly—Esme was yelling too. But she was yelling at Sebastian for stealing her diary. I suppose those two really are a match made in heaven.

Other friends I met are Leander, Amit, Zerena, Poppy, Cressida, Adelaide, and even a girl named Imelda, who I honestly clashed with for a while, but we’re surprisingly good friends now. She started respecting me only after I became Gryffindor’s Quidditch Captain, and honestly, I’m not even mad for it taking that long. It’s just cool that I’ve earned that.

It’d take all the paper in Hogwarts for me to write down every friend I’ve made and their impact on my life, so I’ll try to keep this brief. But truly, I think coming here has been the best decision ever. My mentor and professor, Eleazar Fig, unfortunately passed away before the end of my starting year here. That hit me harder than anything, but his death encouraged me to keep going even after he was no longer here. He wished for me to do so to make sure that Hogwarts was protected, so I did just that.

Many of the other professors here have taught me many wonderful things and important life lessons. I truly believe each and every one of them cherishes their jobs and their students (well, maybe besides Professor Black, but that’s a different discussion), and that’s what makes the school how it is.

In summary, the past three years were crazy. I went from some random girl in London who didn’t know what she wanted in her life to the “Hero of Hogwarts,” who knew exactly what she wanted to do and pursue.

I fought and defeated Ranrok, Rookwood, and Harlow all in one year—not to mention the countless other things I was doing for other people. My sixth year at Hogwarts consisted of me doing mass research of Isidora Morganach after meeting her last descendant, which was crazy even of itself, and then I was betrayed by that descendant later that same year. What a time to be alive.

This year has arguably been the craziest year of my life. I used to think not much could compete with my fifth year, but I guess the universe decided to take that as a challenge. Because of Apollo opening the repository and trying to kill me—it left me with no choice but to take the magic myself to ensure that it was kept in good hands. I’d do whatever needed to be done in order to keep it safe.

I unfortunately got the blunt end of it—nightmares, sickness, insomnia, exhaustion, and so much more. And at points in time, I didn’t even have control over my own body, which led to “me” doing some horrible things.

I faced off with a psychopathic escapee from Azkaban whose only mission in life was to kill me—basically, her interesting "lover" second in command who pretended to be my professor, two of Ominis’ older brothers—one who blackmailed me into helping him put the other into prison and the other who was working with Leona (the psychopathic Azkaban escapee) who was also trying to kill me.

So, pretty much everybody had it out for me this year. Yet miraculously, I’m alive.

But regardless of how many things happened this year, good was still present. My relationship with Sebastian has never been stronger. I truly want to spend the rest of my life with this man. He spends every day of his life getting better, making up for his past, and setting up for a good future. My friendship with many others is very strong too, especially those who were by my side all year.

Anne—Sebastian’s sister, who has been cursed for many years now—was finally cured. She’s still recovering, as the cure was only a reversal of the curse, but she’s doing much better. She’s happy now, a smile on her face almost all the time. I never realized just how much she and Sebastian looked alike until recently.

Oh, I—and the both of them—met their aunt. Yes, the one everybody thought was dead. Even through all the crazy things that happened to me this year, I still think that’s the craziest.

I feel like I’m dragging on here, but this paper hardly captures just everything that’s happened in my life—mainly in the past three years. Luckily, I have diaries for that.

But in conclusion, no matter how hard it’s been, coming to Hogwarts has been the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve learned so much, met lifelong friends, met my future husband, and already have my future career set up for me. It’s bittersweet to say goodbye, especially since I only got to spend three years here instead of the usual seven, but nonetheless, I’m lucky that I made it.

I’m a better person than I was then. I’ve saved lives, helped others, and now that’s my mission in life. To continue to help others with the gift I have. Professor Fig once told me that this magic just doesn’t come to anybody who wants it and that it's given to those who will do good with it. He pretty much gave me an assignment for life right then and there, and I took it up.

Even if life is hard and sometimes it feels like I want to give up, I know that it was all worth it to keep trying.

And regardless of all the things I’ve gone through, at least my kids will think I’m cool. :)"

[todoggukie]

Niko and... (Nana Komatsu & Masaki Suda)

[hel1nn]

𓈒⠀݁⠀﹙ 🪷﹚satoru's 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ྀི ₊⠀ ⟡

Intro ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. you can call me helin

𓇻. Sukugo hater.

𓇻. Im an intj

𓇻. Im 18teen+

𓇻. I LUV satoru and sawako:3

𓇻. Im straight but i find lesbians really cute

𓇻. I read manhawas , mangas , anime and dramas

𓇻. Im an looser

I write for ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. Attack on titan

𓇻. Jujutsu kaisen

Etc

Things i write ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. Fluff mostly

𓇻. Smut

𓇻. Angst (barely but i try)

𓇻. Dark content

Things i don't write ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. Yandere (but i might write about slight yandere without any violence thowards others)

𓇻. R@pe

𓇻. Incest/step-incest

𓇻. s3x ass@ult

𓇻. Piss kink ,vomit kink,poop kink. These kinks are so disgusting.

𓇻. mlm,male x male reader bc i don't know how to write it..

Likes ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. Manhwas

𓇻. Anime

𓇻. Reading

𓇻. Writing but I'm lazy:)

𓇻. Editing (got a secret editing account on tiktok)

𓇻. SATORU

𓇻. I luv older men:3 (only few)

𓇻. SAWAKO

𓇻. Moodboards

𓇻. Banners

𓇻. Kaomoji

𓇻. Nana / yuri

𓇻. Dislikes ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. Stealing anything of mine

𓇻. Me not writing anything bc im lazy

𓇻. The typing/spelling or grammar mistake i do in my works

𓇻. Mean people

𓇻. satoru haters bc most if them just misunderstand him , o don't know if jm gonna get attacked...

some other things ϑ𐑞 -

𓇻. English isn't my first language

𓇻. Every photo i have used and i will use are from Pinterest and not mine, credits goes to the rightful owners:)

My masterlist

[akubzie]

[gentlemanviolet]

HellOO! Today I wanna talk about ME!! The "Revekka" verison, ofc

First of all, my eng sucks cuz it's my second language

And yes I don't have a physical script, I script everything in my head

I think I've tell you guys a few things about me in some posts that I've posted before, but today, it'll be in details.

I was born in Los Angeles 1980, april 22 (same birth month and day as Violet who's the me, in here), I'm technically 27 years old because it's 2007 now (i'm changing the year everytime, it was 2008 a few weeks ago)

my zodiac sign Taurus, it's the best zodiac sign in everything, and its also a fire sign (ik ik just let me be), my chinese/korean zodiac animal is dragon (ik it's not how it works but I just want mine to be a dragon)

I don't have a face claim but I also don't use Violet's face for my reality because it's not that pretty so I have some examples of what type of vibes I want my beauty to give off

Nana (after school), Jo yuri (SNSD), Angelina Jolie, Adriana Lima, Lee Min-jung

First I wanna describe how I look

I was born with natural wavy jet , I have diamomd face shape, symmetrical face, dark blue eyes and those are the most beautiful eye color (ikr i have main character syndrome), my eye shape is almond, I have straight/pointed nose, I have full + rounded lips, high cheekbones, defined/sharp asf jawlines, normal eyebrows (not thick or thin), medium set and soft angled eyebrows, long lashes,

And I have fast metabolism, my body type is hourglass, I'm 173 cm tall, I have pale skin, visible colorbones, slim+veiny hands, slim tighs blah blah

Let's get back to my story, I'm half American and half Korean, my mom is a Korean princess by blood but she don't wants to be a princess and she just want to be an actress so she gave her sister the title "Princess"(who's my aunt) and became the person who she wants to be(told yall before), my dad is a very very rich person from America, they met and have ME! They made the most cutest little alien on earth<3

I became both an actress and a singer at a very young age, I was a 3 (or 4) years old, I act and sing in both country, America and Korea, I was a little It girl back then, now I'm a world wide it girl HAHAHAHAHAH

actually I got the name "The most beautiful kid" as soon as I start my career,

I had to move my ass to these two country every year so I had to go to two school each year (my eng sucks so idk how to explain), like I told yall before, my bestie followed wherever I go

I started my own clothing brand "Riona Jee" at the age of 15, and then I add more and more so Riona Jee is not just a clothing (shoes, heels, bags and anything that can wear, includes) brand, cars, jewelries, sneakers, watches, sunglasses, glasses, skin cares, and makeup

Yeah I don't make phones, I'd rather use phones that others made because I've already made almost everything, and yes I don't make wigs, but omg wait, should I make pads??? For LADIES

I became more and more famous as I get older, and tbh I get prettier

Like told yall before, humans can't die and they age like vampires so technically we're just like vampires but we don't drink blood, so.. the point is, I will look like I'm in my 20s even when I'm 100 years old or maybe 1000

I have 2 cats, lollipop and coffee, coffee is a orange male siberian, and lollipop is a white female siberian (I googled the breeds and I just chose both the breed and the names while writing this cuz I'm bad at memorizing)

And my talents are, I can literally do anything, and I'm one of the smartest human on earth, I remember everything in details *proud asf*

That's all I can remember for now

I think I will post "Storytime until I actually got there" tomorrow, but I'm gonna shift tonight! Yayy bye

Edit: I forgot that I have sharp asf vampire teeth and ears like elfs

[smashy-headcanons]

I’ve finally got the tags edited! And it wouldn’t have happened if the mass tag replacer didn’t exist to make my life easier.

I’ll probably make an updated version of the masterpost page soon to reflect these changes, since I’m unable to modify the currently existing page (thanks tumblr).

List of changes below the cut.

New tag order:

Relevent character tags, if any. If the number of character tags exceeds 10, "#too many to tag" is used. If it's relevant to all characters, "#all" is used.

"#assist trophies", if any are involved.

“#tier list” is used for any instances of the

"#smashy headcanons" or "#smashy quotes", depending on which one applies, if any.

"#super smash bros", if it applies.

"#headcanon", or "#incorrect quotes" plus the quote source, or "#not a headcanon" if neither apply.

"#world of light" and/or "#subspace emissary", if either apply. I have replaced "#world of light spoilers" with just "#world of light", and spoilers for World of Light will no longer be tagged going forward.

"#ask" + the asker's url, if it's an ask being answered.

"#mine" for headcanons, incorrect quotes, or other posts that are made by me (or that I contribute to in a significant way). "#submission" will be used for submissions.

"#not my thing" is a judgement-free tag I use for submissions that I don't mesh with for one reason or another (namely, if I disagree with a headcanon or incorrect quote). This tag being added is not a condemnation or criticism, it is primarily there to say "this isn't really my thing so I probably won't expand on it if prompted".

Blog updates will be tagged “#update”. Nintendo Direct commentary and similar news will be tagged “#nintendo direct” (news that doesn’t come from a Nintendo Direct will also use this tag for the sake of simplicity).

Commentary tags will be added at the end.

New character tags:

Mario: #mario

Donkey Kong: #donkey kong

Multiple Link incarnations: #loz links

Ocarina of Time adult/late teen Link: #oot link

Twilight Princess Link: #tp link

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Link: #botw link

Samus Aran: #samus aran

Dark Samus: #dark samus

Yoshi: #yoshi

Kirby: #kirby

Star Fox 64!Fox: #64 fox mccloud

Star Fox Zero!Fox: #zero fox mccloud

Brawl-SSBU Pikachu: #pikachu

SSB-Melee Pikachu/SSBU Alolan Raichu: #alolan raichu

Female Pikachu (alt in Ultimate): #female pikachu

Pikachu Libre (alt in Ultimate): #pikachu libre

Luigi: #luigi mario

Ness: #ness earthbound

Captain Falcon: #captain falcon

Jigglypuff: #jigglypuff

Princess Peach: #princess peach

Princess Daisy: #princess daisy

King Bowser: #king bowser

Ice Climbers: #ice climbers

Popo: #popo ice climber

Nana: #nana ice climber

Multiple Sheik incarnations: #loz sheiks

Ocarina of Time-era Sheik: #oot sheik

Twilight Princess-era Sheik: #tp sheik

Super Smash Bros Ultimate-era Sheik: #ssbu sheik

Multiple Zelda incarnations: #loz zeldas

Ocarina of Time-era Zelda: #oot zelda

Twilight Princess-era Zelda: #tp zelda

A Link to the Past/A Link Between Worlds-era Zelda: #albw zelda

Dr. Mario: #dr mario

SSBU Pichu: #pichu

Spiky-Eared Pichu: #spiky-eared pichu

SF64!Falco: #64 falco lombardi

SFZero!Falco: #zero falco lombardi

Marth: #marth

Lucina: #lucina

Multiple Ganonford incarnations: #loz ganondorfs

OoT Ganondorf: #oot ganondorf

TP Ganondorf: #tp ganondorf

Mewtwo: #mewtwo

Roy: #roy fire emblem

Chrom: #chrom

Mr. Game & Watch: #mr game & watch

Meta Knight: #meta knight

Dark Meta Knight: #dark meta knight

Pit: #pit kid icarus

Dark Pit: #dark pit kid icarus

Wario: #wario

Snake: #solid snake

Lucas: #lucas mother 3

Sonic: #sonic the hedgehog

King Dedede: #king dedede

Olimar: #olimar

Alph: #alph pikmin

Pikmin: #pikmin

Lucario: #lucario

Ike (both incarnations): #ike fire emblem

Pokemon Trainer Red: #pokemon trainer red

Leaf: #pokemon trainer leaf

Red’s Charizard: #charizard

Red’s Ivysaur: #ivysaur

Red’s Squirtle: #squirtle

Leaf’s Charizard: #leaf charizard

Leaf’s Ivysaur: #leaf ivysaur

Leaf’s Squirtle: #leaf squirtle

Diddy Kong: #diddy kong

R.O.B.: #r.o.b.

SF64!Wolf: #64 wolf o'donnell

Star Fox Zero!Wolf: #zero wolf o'donnell

Villager(s): #villager animal crossing

Mega Man: #mega man

Wii Fit Trainer(s): #wii fit trainer

Rosalina: #rosalina

Little Mac: #little mac

Greninja: #greninja

Mii Fighters (collectively): #mii fighter

SSB4 Mii Brawler: #ssb4 mii brawler

SSB4 Mii Swordfighter: #ssb4 mii swordfighter

SSB4 Mii Gunner: #ssb4 mii gunner

SSBU Mii Brawler: #ssbu mii brawler

SSBU Mii Swordfighter: #ssbu mii swordfighter

SSBU Mii Gunner: #ssbu mii gunner

Sans: #sans undertale

Cuphead: #cuphead

Palutena: #palutena

Pac-Man: #pac-man

Robin(s): #robin fire emblem

Shulk: #shulk

Bowser Jr.: #bowser jr

Koopalings: #koopalings

Roy Koopa: #roy koopa

Iggy Koopa: #iggy koopa

Lemmy Koopa: #lemmy koopa

Ludwig Von Koopa: #ludwig von koopa

Wendy O. Koopa: #wendy o koopa

Larry Koopa: #larry koopa

Morton Koopa Jr.: #morton koopa jr

Duck Hunt Duo: #duck hunt duo

Duck Hunt Dog: #duck hunt dog

Duck Hunt Duck: #duck hunt duck

Duck Hunt Shooter: #duck hunt shooter

Ryu: #ryu street fighter

Ken: #ken masters

Cloud: #cloud strife

Corrin(s): #corrin fire emblem

Bayonetta: #bayonetta

Inklings: #inklings

Agent 3: #inkling agent 3

Ridley: #ridley metroid

Simon: #simon belmont

Richter: #richter belmont

King K. Rool: #king k rool

Isabelle: #isabelle animal crossing

Incineroar: #incineroar

Piranha Plant: #piranha plant

Joker: #joker p5

Banjo: #banjo banjo kazooie

Kazooie: #kazooie

Eleven: #eleven dragon quest

Arusu: #arusu dragon quest

Solo: #solo dragon quest

Eight: #eight dragon quest

Terry: #terry bogard

Byleth: #byleth

Min Min: #min min

Steve: #steve minecraft

Alex: #alex minecraft

Zombie: #zombie minecraft

Enderman: #enderman

Sephiroth: #sephiroth

Pyra: #pyra xenoblade

Mythra: #mythra xenoblade

Kazuya: #kazuya mishima

Sora: #sora kingdom hearts

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

So, as I mentioned in my last post, this is the tale of my Lord of the Rings books, and why I didn't possess a copy of them for seven years until now.

Years ago, sometime in the late 70s/early 80s, a decade or two before I was born in this mortal form, my mom recieved a beautiful box set of the Lord of the Rings series from her grandmother, as either a birthday or Christmas gift.

Those of you who have have been my moots for a while may know that my mom passed away unexpectedly when I was in my late teens, and that I was incredibly close with her. I won't get into why she was so amazing. Just that she was, and if I can ever even be half as good a person and parent and friend as she was then I'll consider my life well-lived.

She and my Nana (her mother, who passed a few years before her, also unexpectedly) amassed a large collection of books in their lifetime in general. A TON of horror and fantasy and science fiction, mostly. I inherited all of them. Intended to eventually pass them on myself, whether to a niece or nephew or mayve eventually to a child of my own (back then I doubted I'd ever be a mother).

Flash forward eight years to 2017. The apartment I'd been living in for two years had gone up astronomically in rent, and I geot laid off from work. I had to give up a lot of things I'd had for years. I had to put most of my books in a storage unit until I found somewhere to go.

My best friend of several years took me in. I stayed with her and her wife until 2019. Her wife decided to move in her mother, and I essentially got kicked out to make room for her, and had to move into a small pop-up camper at my dad's house for a while, while the possessions that I had to leave behind were either left to either rot or to get sold by my friend and her wife.

In that time, between 2017 and 2019, the majority of my books stayed first in a dingy rented storage unit, and then later in my friend's outdoor storage shed. Several of them ended up severely water-damaged from moisture and condensation. Included among them was this beautiful Lord of the Rings box set that my mom had gotten from her grandmother, that essentially started her portion of the book collection that ended up becoming ruined under my ownership.

I never completely forgave myself for letting the books get destroyed. Between being evicted from my apartment and then kicked out by my best friend and her now ex-wife, I had been in a very bad mental state for a long time, and gave up a lot of things that I once held very dear. But I never forgave myself for losing the books, especially that one LotR collection, and never sought out any replacements because of it. I largely stopped reading altogether because of it. I used to read almost every day. After I lost those books, I largely lost the desire. I've tried and tried, but never could finish much. I'm ashamed to say that I can honestly count on one hand how many books I've finished reading since 2019.

Flash forward to a couple weeks ago. I was on Etsy gift shopping for someone, and also in the middle of watching Rings of Power. And something just struck me to search for vintage LotR books. Didn't really have much hope, just wanted to see what was there.

And I found it. The exact set I had lost.

And it was actually in my price range.

There wasn't anything terribly special about it compared either to older hardcover editions, or to newer prettier collector's editions.

It wasn't in perfect condition, either. But neither was my mom's.

Hers was worn with years of love and adoration, with nicks and bends and discoloration in the covers and pages; and so was this one, so much that it looked almost identical to hers.

And I just couldn't let them go.

And now they're mine again.

I legitimately cried when they got here. Now, after years of beating myself up, I feel better about replacing what I lost to circumstances largely beyond my own control, by giving a new home these books that were clearly just as loved and cherished as those I lost.

Lord of the Rings has been my comfort-series for a long time. I rewatch the films any time I need a boost, and now I can reread the books again as well. To remind myself that even the smallest person can do amazing things. That even the tiniest glimmer of hope can prevail over the worst of odds. That, as our Sam told us, "There's some good in the world, Mister Frodo. And it's worth fighting for."