#IM LIKE A DISEASE ON PINTEREST

[stealingpotatoes]

WHY IS EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF ART IVE EVER DONE ON PINTEREST AND WHY DOES PINTEREST KEEP RECOMMENDING ME MY OWN ART

[anachronistic-falsehood]

yeah the greats in nhw are so far removed from canon they might as well be ocs. no i do not care. nhw greats pinterest board be upon ye

[honeytonedhottie]

embodying the wellness girlie aesthetic⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

i rly love the pink pilates princess aesthetic so i thought i'd make a post on some habits that i've incorporated that rly fit this aesthetic. and improve my wellness in general.

THE PLAYLIST : for the pink pilates princess aesthetic i rly love to listen to music that makes me feel like a doll~ so the playlist aspect of this post is totally customizable and just suited to however u wanna feel. i listen to a lot of twice and sabrina carpenter when i work out. but listening to music just elevates the experience

THE NUTRITION : u dont have to do a complete 180 in the things that u consume, instead start implementing little by little, foods and drinks that'll improve ur health. bcuz u glow differently when ur glowing not only from the outside but the inside as well

kombucha - i totally recommend trying it if u haven't before. its kind of carbonated and u can get it in any flavors. kombucha in a nutshell is tea thats been fermented. it heals ur gut and contains lots of probiotics which are good for ur body in general

drink tea - drinking tea daily is so so so good for you. if ur a bit intimidated by tea start off with a tea 99% of people enjoy, spearmint/peppermint tea. idk many people who DONT like spearmint tea. its just an easy tea to enjoy and its RLY good for ur skin and ur body.

smoothies - look up smoothie recipes online! smoothies are so yummy and customizable so if u dont wanna directly consume ur veggies, you can get them in through a drink! its revolutionary. my go-to is strawberry and banana, bcuz its not only delicious and good for me, but its also pink which is the main reason

eat more salads, açai bowls, eat ur oats, drink ur smoothies and of course dont forget ur matcha

supplements - u can find wellness vitamins or supplements virtually anywhere. a brand that i rly recommend is ollie. im taking their hair skin and nails vitamins and they're lovely.

THE EXERCISE : if u go to youtube and look up follow along pilates workouts u can find SO many. use ur resources guys! if u try pilates and it isnt rly ur thing, try dance workouts or workouts for songs. try a workout challenge. working out doesn't have to be dull. the key is to find something that u enjoy doing and doing it consistently

SELF CARE : ofc the pink pilates princess prioritizes her self care time~ self care is just a good habit to incorporate period bcuz of the massive benefits on ur mental + physical + emotional state

do a face mask - hydrate ur skin guys

get ur nails done - the classic pink pilates princess nails are pale pinks and french tips

take a bubble bath - invest in a high quality bath bomb or bubble mixture that smells nice

invest in a gua sha

start oiling ur hair and putting in hair masks to keep ur hair healthy

write out what ur grateful for (self care isnt only physical)

GOING FOR WALKS : going for walks is amazing. walking improves cardiovascular health and reduces the chances of heart disease and strokes. i love to go for walks and listen to music or a podcast. just make sure that your walking in a safe space or with someone that u trust, especially if ur alone (stay safe <3) going for walks also helps clear ur thoughts!!

ATTIRE : buy clothes that make u feel cute and that make u feel good whilst working out! i like to wear a lot of pink when working out~ when i type pink pilates princess inspired outfits into pinterest i see a lot with leg warmers too! i think that having a cute outfit to workout in motivates u a lot to actually perform the actions and embody the wellness girlie aesthetic. cuz when u look the part -> u feel the part

and last but not least ENJOY urself and romanticize it, have fun <3

[wildflowerteas]

WE HAVE MAX (cosmobrain00 on this website) ON TSP NOW ch 1 reactions pt 1

HIII MAXX!!!!!! Please do not apologize in any way shape or form TSP isn't written as a story that requires theorizing, anyway. It's a mystery, but more of a 'watch this unfold' than a 'you should have seen this coming from the start' mystery. I'm so grateful glad? excited? I don't exactly how to describe the feeling, but just super giddy to know that you were excited from the get-go. i put my entire heart and soul into the summary for my fics ( i ran this one past azey a thousand times before i posted ).

also, Rori, give yourself some credit. you pick up on the subtlest characterizations and hints of symbolism and gnaw on them until they're bone. I'm always impressed by you.

'me personally i'm excited for the sex scene' . . . I wasn't. <- guy who was shaking and almost crying in the dorm showers after posting.

OKAY IM NOT. LAZY. I think I definitely fall into the pit of 'write what you know,' or at least, 'write what you're comfortable with' and it worries me sometimes.

Urghi'm going to explode. my face is definitely red ( surely not courtesy of the summer heat ).

It actually wouldn't be beyond me to put significance into the weather reports, but as Rori said: they're only in there for setting purposes ( and for logistics ) and for accuracy. Heat + smog + asthma isn't great on the lungs. Heat isn't great for Camellias. etc. etc. I actually have a day-by-day record from the LA airport that I sometimes reference for snowfall and such!

HIIIII MARKKK <3 ELLI. AUUGHHHHGJJFJKJHG!@!@!@!>>>!!@!!!!!@!@! PLEASE I COULDJUST 💥💥💥 he makes me SO ill. I bully him for comic relief in the heavier moments, but i adore him ( it's a disease ) and i love his interactions with Lucy especially

Yes!!!!!! Rori you're right, I don't like copy-pasting the organizations from canon to AU. Not that I dislike it in fic, but I just can't do it because I get the itch to throw just basically whoever into the mix. It's why in WIA the Keiō University crew wasn't Atsushi-centered, Dazai, or even ADA centered ( I mean, Rimbaud was a professor there. He literally brings sskk together. ). I'm like botw Link, just tossing things into the pot and seeing if its a consumable success. Agh actually that reminds me, I should rb my RS. The spring is Dry.

I actually decided to call it 'The Crypt' because of the gloominess and dustiness of it all, and because Lovecraft is in charge of it and . . . The Crypt of Cthulhu <- a pretty famous fanzine for Lovecrafts works and Cthulhu lore in general. Mark definitely would have come up with it in AU though, that is so true.

I . . . do bully Atsushi. Sorry. I make him go through so much in this fic especially because I think this version of him can Take It.

Dazai is petty!!!!!! Incredibly so!!!!!! 'If I can't solve this, then no one can' vibe. . . . Or?

'joint tsp dazai jumping when' BAHAHAHAHAA

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK. I REALLY WAS JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS ( actually, I was scrolling through pinterest looking at The Godfather movie posters and Hella's TBOS moodboard ) when I got the urge to rb and lament the fact that I'll never be able to replicate the aura of that piece. That's an insane coincidence. I'm attuned to the group chat I guess.

[sweetnxthngs]

[ may calamawy, non-binary, they/she] — whoa!  IMAAN EL-SALEM  just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a/an OWNER OF BROWNSTONE BOOKS  that can’t be easy, especially at only 38 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit SHY and FANCIFUL , but i know them to be WARMHEARTED and ARTICULATE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS! —character parallels: rory gilmore, monica gellar, lexie grey.

wanted connections • pinterest

BASICS

FULL NAME: Imaan El-Salem

NICKNAME(S): none, doesn't love nicknames.

AGE: 38

DATE OF BIRTH: February 14th, 1986

CURRENT LOCATION: Queens, New York City.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Bahrain

ETHNICITY: Egyptian, Palestinian.

GENDER: Non-binary

PRONOUNS: they/she

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELIGION: Raised Muslim, does not follow organized religion perfectly by any means, but does believe in God and has faith.

LANGUAGES: arabic, english.

OCCUPATION:  owner of brownstone books.

FACECLAIM: May Calamawy

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5’7

WEIGHT: 115 lbs

HAIR COLOR: Brown

EYE COLOR: Brown

PIERCINGS: one lobe piercing in each ear, and an industrial piercing in the right ear.

TATTOOS:  here

SCARS|MARKS: freckles across her nose and cheeks,

SIGNATURE SCENT: Maison Margiela Replica Springtime in the Park.

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES:  social anxiety.

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES:

PHOBIAS: 

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Nashwa El-Salem ( Badawi) (deceased)

FATHER:  Omar El-Salem

CHILDREN: none

SIBLINGS: Laila El-Salem (younger half-sister)

RELATIONSHIPS:  coming soon

 PETS:  a black cat lovingly named sush, short for sushi.

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Aquarius.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.

FAVORITE FOODS: sushi, watermelon, mint and feta salad, garlic noodles with chili crunch, mutabal, french fries drenched in ketchup and mayo, shakshouka.

FAVORITE COLOR: lavender and pink

LIKES: the smell of the air just after it rains, and the color of the sky and it's orange-pink hue then, too, when svu or criminal minds marathons are on, the feeling of having a crush. romance books.

DISLIKES: anything above 70 degrees Fahrenheit, washing the dishes by hand,

HOBBIES:  as of recently, ballet classes just to get some movement in and they like the fluidness of it, reading fanfiction when they should be working, baking their feelings away, and self-defense classes.

BIOGRAPHY

tw death, tw religion, tw childbirth.

PAST.

BAHRAIN, February 1986.

It's February, but it's the Middle East in the 80s, so the weather is likened to the decade. Nashwa is in a hospital and still, sweating profusely. She's unsure if it's the weather or the pressures of childbirth. She is freshly married, and this is her first baby, when a screaming little girl comes out, Imaan, is placed into her arms she cries along with her. She barely gets to hold her though before the beeping of a machine rings in her ears and before she can even meet her daughter, to know her, Nashwa El-Salem is pronounced dead, complications in birth.

Omar, her father, has no idea what to do with a newborn daughter, and with his job, he doesn't really have the time to raise her alone, that's when originally, her jadda stepped in, helping raise the young child until she was of school age, and then, there was pressure for her father to remarry, to find someone to run the home while he worked. By the time young Imaan is seven, Omar is remarried, and expecting another child.

Their stepmother isn't from here, the States, actually, here as an expat, working for the embassy, and their little sister Laila looks more like her than their father. Imaan is barely eight but she knows that things have shifted.

They go back and forth from Bahrain to Washington often enough, two homes, and to Imaan, it feels like two families. Her father and herself, and then him and his wife and Laila. There is a passing comment about how she can't let go of a mother she never knew, and as Imaan gets older, they know that's true.

by the time Imaan is seventeen, laila is 10, and they are fully moved to Washington, leaving Bahrain, and everything Imaan has ever really known behind. They finish their last year of school in the States, and it is so different Imaan feels out of place, and alone. She tries to fit in, and tries to be the perfect daughter at the same time, but those two don't align. Raised strict Muslim, Imaan is used to a set of rules, and the western high school system is mostly not set up for them, especially in 2005. Her connection to her home and her faith gets lost somewhere along the way, more fights with her father about his expectations, about his wife and his other daughter, about how she will never be good enough. He calls her disrespectful and a disappointment, and she tells him she applied for college in Scotland far away from him, and the look on his face tells her she's gone too far, but the plans have already been set in motion.

The University of Edinburgh is a dream and an awakening. Imaan is still shy, an introvert one would say, but also more willing to explore who they are. Kissing a girl for the first time is like a rebirth, trying cigarettes, alcohol, and even drugs feel like things that make her stray from the staunch religious upbringing she had, and yet, the lack of restraints feels good.

By the time she graduates with a degree in English, she knows she is different, and she's not sure how much her family will like that.

She moves back home for a while and works in a library as an assistant, and the freedom college abroad brought her dwindles, it's back to dad's rules. her sister is just sixteen, and while they were never close, their relationship is not bad, but Imaan finds there isn't much they have in common. Her sister likes concerts, has a large circle of friends, and spends her time trying new makeup techniques, and that's all fine, except Imaan can't relate to it, as someone who finds their enjoyment in reading the newest romance boo release, or

She moves around a bit after two years at home, does two years in California, and two more in Chicago before moving with their roommate to New York. It's closer to home but totally different all the same, and it actually feels right. Unlike all the other cities. They get a job in a bookstore and share a two-bedroom with their roommate in Queens and life is okay, though not perfect.

PRESENT

Imaan brought Brownstone Books off the owner, who they worked for 8 years before she decided it was time to retire, and with a very small loan and the kindness of someone who took them in, they owned the place. It felt daunting, but the bookstore's popularity helped make the transition easier.

In those ten years since moving to New York, Imaan found that what was missing in her life was some sort of faith, and found a way to embrace spirituality and their sense of self, a sometimes uneven, but more comfortable balance. They got cat and name it sush, and they still live in a two-bedroom, though their roommate moved out recently to live with her boyfriend, so they're on the hunt. They love to bake, spending the time not in the bookstore either doing that or reading (books, or fanfiction, thank you). They don't see their family often, though her sister is 31 now, and has visited a few times.

wanted connections found here.

[pansyfilia]

welcome to my blog!!

COMMS ARE NOW... OPEN!

you can call me pansy (she/her) and i'm korean. i like ramen and drawing and writing sometimes and i LOVE poetry. uhh i love my puppy and i love pinterest and i love sleep. tbats it. <3 also im hung up over my shitty ghosting pretty ex (ish)

fandom list :

arcane

the magnus archives

epic: the musical

the marauders

ON A NOTE!!!! PLEASE DO TALK TO ME, MESSAGE ME, @ ME IF YOU WANT. WE DON'T NEED TO BE MOOTS TO INTERACT OR ANYTHING (its bc i need friends :(( )

i like kate bush and south arcade and queen and conan gray and david bowie and the cranberries and eyedress and mccafferty <3

my ao3 is @green_starss so hmu girl!!

and ive got a bit of an organising system which is pretty ridiculous soooo

"the little white maggot tag" is just evan rosier bppecause i love him

"the white-winged angel of death" is PANDORA because she is HEAVENLY

"the wild hyena at the door tag" is all things barty crouch jr, gay smoker and chronic boyfriend disease haver

"the scarlet fox in the garden" is the woman, the MILF, the legend lily evans (because i love, want and need her)

"the magician's rabbit tag" is mary macdonald <33333

"the hound with sharp fangs and soft fur" is sirius black. my baby. please give him a break

"the hunted stag of the woods" is james potter. dilf to be if only he wasnt gay in every other timeline

"the black cat that haunts" is regulus black, wet dog man and also brother's best friend survivor

" the wily red pine-marten" is marlene mckinnon. she could hit it.

"the bug-eyed moth" is LUNA LOVEGOOD I LOVE HER

"the blood of the covenant and the water of the womb tag" walburga black. immigrant nobility and cunt bitch mama killer. neonaticide's ceo.

" the two rabid beasts" is bartylily (essentially emo/preppy at core)

"the rotting hyena tag" is rosekiller (tee hee)

"the bunny corpse" is my marydora stuff

"the hunter and the prey" is prongsfoot. i have seen the light.

"the lovegood moths tag" is xeno panda and luna. weird ass family i love you

"pansy's aus" is what it says on the can

"ask pansy anything" basic comprehension skills yall

"pansy rambles" essentially the same vein, see above, etc

you're always welcome in my asks no matter who u are as well !

anyways,,, have fun! pls enjoy my half-asleep crazes and laugh at me

[saintlaurentproblems]

I was on pinterest and photos of JB with fans popped up. He is or the fans kissing each other on the cheek (or their cheeks touching). Im sorry I would get told I hate my fans but I aint kissing them on the cheek wtf. What if they have cold sores and diseases I dont know where their mouth is. Ariana and Justin both do the same things with fans. Im such a germaphobe and they both dgaf about their health.

Yeah I don’t like germs and it would freak me out

[selamat-linting]

hxh is deeply formative to me. realizing im in love with my best friend and that im gay because killua's feelings for gon is exactly how i feel for my friend. read fanfic and be introduced to fandom for the first time. wrote fics too. holy shit the first porn i remember seeing hxh fan art and the first smut i read was hxh fanfic! i got proficient at english because i cant stop talking to anyone who will listen over how good it is and i need to find the latest episode, the latest manga translations, and that snowballs into getting good at computer-ing. talked someone i met from an anime forum out of self harming. formed friendships that last over ten years. got groomed by a guy in a hunter x hunter facebook group too lol.

taught me a lot about impermanence and how things are still meaningful even if it doesnt last forever. whenever i get deep into an obsession and think its going to haunt me for the rest of my life or that i'll be into it forever, i thought to myself, "you were like this with hxh too"

it used to be a major part of my life but nowadays i barely think about the anime and couldn't be arsed to read a reddit thread summarizing the last manga chapter. i wrote fics for the first time because of hxh but all of it is gone in corrupted sd card in a landfill somewhere. one day i'll stop caring about making wrestling gifs and archiving cm punk photos and i'll let the stuff that gets reposted to pinterest connects a dead end and there will be people thinking just like i am now: "why didnt they archive this important piece of punk history!!!!".

but it'll be fine. i never think of my lost fics and hours spent talking to my friends back then as wasted even though i never talk to them anymore because i was happy.

but who knows? theres ppl here dickriding since 2001 so maybe the punkussy disease really is forever

[the-arsonist-agenda]

Being a kid felt a lot like dreaming and waking up and falling back asleep again, thinking you'll find yourself in that cool themepark or tv show, but then you wake up and someone punts you across a football field, startling you awake as your alarm goes off again, or someone knocks on your door.

I keep thinking to myself, I should write, I should draw, I should create something for the purpose of the process. The idea should exist outside my head, lest it be lost forever. Then I open youtube or instagram or tumblr, maybe pinterest if im feeling more self aware, and the thought dissipates. I am perceiving myself so odd these days. I know what I'm doing, why am I doing it. It's the motions you hear people say they're going through, but they mean real life, not this, not pixels upon pixels.

Why is it that sometimes I capitalize my I's and add apostrophes when needed, but other times, in the same sentence, I neglect to do so? Is it in favor of continuing the writing process I am experiencing as I type out these thoughts that come to me? Do I think I am a creative? Am I creative at all?

I don't think art is dead. If art were dead, we would not be here. If we were unable to create past the point of thinking we've made all there is to make, we would not still be evolving. There are kids being born with skulls in different shapes than humans 30 years ago, or so. I'm unsure as I read it in passing from an article from Sapiens.

Do you fact check? I don't think I do it enough, with a childhood filled with being told not to be brainwashed, and seeing it happen, live action, so perfectly marketable, you'd think I could record it and use it as proof. Why would I fact check when the facts are never spoken aloud before my thoughts are shut down? Are the facts real, or did I dream them? I want to stop dreaming, but I don't know if I really want to be awake.

We are as real as ever. In a time that I feel is so fake, I can't help but look around and see the most truly existing things that I ever have before. I don't mean adverts, but there were artists who made those animations for their bills. I don't mean the plastic in the oceans, but I mean the people who go clean it out because they chose to. Maybe to post it online for the check as well, but the check might be used to pay for more cleaning of the ocean. Just because someone's motive is consumed with the consumerism that is consuming us all like a Thanksgiving feast we despise because the conversation is one we cannot leave, does not mean they did not take the action. I am motivated by so much and so little. We are all standing away and sitting at and running from the feast, because who gives a shit about dry turkey? I want to know what they're saying about it. I don't care about your lumpy mashed potatoes you want me to eat despite my protests, I want to understand why you can't see that I will vomit them later because the lumps are diseased.

It's not even Thanksgiving. We're two weeks into the New Year. Are you feeling fresh? I'm feeling nauseated.

[handcat]

turns out if anyone compliments me i immediately fall in love with them

[arirights]

MY REALITY! (4D b in my 3D fr)

Physical Appearance

- long curly 3a/3b curls(past my shoulders) super healthy and moisturized always!

- short slim and lifted feline face. my forehead rounded and small. my eyes are naturally elongated and feline shaped and my nose is smaller and uplifted!! Super long manga lashes. i have a longer pointier chin that fits my face perfectly. I have a angel skull so basically super pretty and perfect angelic side profile! sharp jawline that can cut knives and everything (p.s. basically i look like those super hot black tiktok and Pinterest girls. Also one day I went to my orientation for college and I got so many compliments saying I look like one of those hot tiktok girls on their fyp😭)

- slim pear shaped body with perfect cute round upside down heart shaped jiggly butt🤭 im just feminine looking fr. anyways my skin is HD clear af got that blurred effect .. so cute on me fr. the hairs on my body are so light that u can’t see em. i got no hairy ass toes either.. that wld b scary. BONUS: all my internal organs are all healthy and pink and always will be. literally immune to all diseases and shit

Life + extras

- getting my rose gold Mercedes’ benz for free this Saturday!:) im also super good at driving and will always be safe! Especially my car yall .. my baby will never get hurt.

- the dorm im gonna be in allows cats and small animals so I’m gonna get a super cute healthy fluffy white kitten for free and it’s gonna be so fun and easy to take care of her. im gnna call her sunflower bc I lov sunflowers :3 and we are gonna have the best bond ever she’s super cuddly and cute and spoiled by me ofc

- academics is literally gonna be so easy im gonna ace every test and exam period.

- I make 2k a week without working for it so pretty much I make 10k a month. I got mad money in my bank account rn like around 20k. I get money every other day too randomly like between 70$ and 200. So i be getting a little over 10k a month in total🤭 it’s so nice because since I’ll be getting so much money I’ll start to take frequent vacations to other countries with friends or by myself‼️and in conclusion I’ll always have enough money for anything and everything no matter what.

- Covid and monkeypox doesn’t exist.. it never did.. deadass don’t know what dat is .. it sounds funny

- equality between race, ethnicity, gender, and sex

- I can manifest anything whenever instantly because I said so. and that’s it lol. also any method I use works just the same. for ex subliminals give me drastic results instantly within seconds because I said so. also subliminals help me be more organized fr. Also everything works in my favor and anything i want is already mine period :)

- im literally gonna have the best friend group, maybe even multiple. im just gonna have so many good loyal friends who treat me like I’m a celebrity. I have everything anyone has ever wanted to everyone always comes up to me and asks me how I did this and that :> me and my friends have almost everything in common and are always so positive and there for each other and we all bad bitches wether boy or girl or neither🤭my friends deadass the hottest too fr they all could b models!!

- my roommates are literally basically super cool and understanding and chill. we all get along so well and it’s just cute girly positivity

- im always invited to super fun and safe parties and I’m always able to go. Nothing will get in the way of me going :3 im gonna have so much fun fr

- after my first two years of college im gonna go to Columbia university and successfully live off campus and the most beautiful perfect apartment ever for cheap!:) cus y not

in conclusion everything i want is already mine and has always been mine.

[moskaisley]

tell me abt ur oc ezra rn im so intrigued

oAaaaaaAaA OKAY ABSOLUTELY

Ezra is a level 5 tiefling arcane trickster rogue!! I made them for a campaign that I started with my friends about a year ago, and I didn’t have much of a background for them other than ‘chaotic neutral cowboy with mullet’ like that was the blueprint that’s all I had in my character sheet LOL. i took a couple things from pinterest and ran with it 

they’re kind of a bastard! a snarky arrogant asshole! can outdrink you. smooth talker, a little bit of a slut, very good liar (high charisma), obsessed with theatrics, a little bit insane and kinda stupid (intelligence and wisdom are Very low). they’re one of those people that feel really easy to write off as reckless, stupid, morally bankrupt. and i think they do that on purpose. tragic edgy backstory below 

Ezra is their fathers name, actually.

He was a highly esteemed scholar and (much to the annoyance of his colleagues) a skilled sorcerer, enlisted into the king’s royal circle. Their mother, in her youth, was a dancer and stage actress. In the peak of their careers, they had a girl and named them Asteria.

After marriage and the birth of her child, she became a courtier and spent her days amongst other monarch wives and raising Asteria. As a result, they became well-versed in etiquette and manners, as well as dance, music and theater. As a child, Asteria was charismatic, so much so that adults and other children alike noted their uncanny ability to charm people around them. They were overly imaginative and theatrical, and dreamed of being an actress just like their mother. Their favorite role to play was the dashing marauder who traveled the world fighting bandits and seeking treasure. They’d don their father’s old hunting hat and run around the amphitheater with a wooden rapier.

The Hanans were a line of extraordinary tieflings. Like his father before him, Ezra was adamant on distancing himself and his family from the unsavory stereotypes surrounding his family’s infernal heritage. Yet despite him and his wife’s efforts to be extraordinary, to break the mold, it was never enough. The guards in the king’s employ still kept a watchful eye over him during his work. The court women still gossiped about his wife. The other children still teased his young one in the schoolyard.

One day, he said to Asteria, “They will never see us past what we are.”

He always knew that it would only take one slip up, a single mistake to turn the others against him. Even then, the court’s betrayal still stung. Amidst rising trade tensions with the next kingdom over, Ezra pleaded for diplomacy, arguing that war would displace the city’s poorest citizens, which consisted of a large population of other tieflings. Accused of nepotism, Ezra challenged the rest of the court,

“Is it so wrong to preserve the lives of my brothers? Of others?”

A clergyman laughed, clapping his shoulder, “Ezra, my friend, we both know that their loss couldn’t equate to ours. What else could they have given than disease?”

That night, the enemy kingdom’s forces stormed the castle, and the king and a few of his court members were murdered in his sleep.In the wrong place and the wrong time, Ezra was the prime suspect, sentenced to death for the crime of deposition. Ophelia was no longer a court woman, and was reduced to a serf, indentured for the rest of her life. Asteria was 13. On the night before their father’s execution, when the rest of the palace was asleep, Ophelia pulled her child back through the servant’s entrance, pushing a bag of everything she could save of her family’s old life– the expensive things that weren’t seized.

“I love you. Don’t forget about us.”

Weaving through the thicket of the forest under the blanket of night, they stopped in a cave a few miles to the north. The summer storms were beginning to roll in. Digging through her bag for food, they found their father’s hat folded neatly at the bottom– the one that they’d use to play all those years ago.

In the distance, they hear a violent crack of lightning. The castle they’d escaped from is engulfed in flames. At that moment they knew, it was their father’s work. A final ‘fuck you’ to the the ones who abused him, and a final goodbye to his family. 

As the years pass, Asteria wanders aimless between realms, getting mixed up with all kinds of wrong people– bandits, mercenaries, outlaws. Yet throughout it all, they remain alone, never settling with one group for too long. On the rare occasion, they come across a good soul, one who offers to take them in and settle down. Sometimes they’re elders, lovers, or other tieflings. But no matter how kind their eyes seem, Asteria always disappears, moving forward without turning back.

Their current source of income comes in the form of bounty hunting and mercenary work. Though it comes with it’s own set of obstacles, it remains less dangerous and nefarious than drifting or thievery. They’ve built up quite the reputation over the past few years– the tiefling kid, the one in the stupid hat. New clients will come to them at the bar, contract in hand and demanding a name. They say the same thing every time.

“Ezra. My name is Ezra.”

In the quieter moments, usually late into the night, they’ll pull out their father’s old notes and study them late into the night, for magic is the last thing that remains of their family. In some distant dream, they see themselves just as powerful as their father was. A real sorcerer. A hopeful part in their heart believes that their mother is alive, and after slaying those who sentenced her father to death, they’d set her free and build her a house and give her a garden. 

But for now, they live contract to contract. Being exactly what everyone wants them to be. A merc. A rogue. A trickster. A tiefling. 

[anchormain]

        mor(s)e things from my 'morse energy' pinterest board.

i’m like a religious art piece. grotesque, haunting, full of melodrama and guilt and unsettlingly horny

they hate to see a boytoy winning

so apparently the 'bad vibes' i've been feeling are actually 'severe psychological distress'

ok but i don't want to witness man made horrors beyond my comprehension anymore

i am tired of these constant near-death experiences

sorry i couldn't hear you over my internal monologue

i'm shy at first and then BOOM, a whore

you can boss me around in sexual situations but you better not try to tell me what to do in regular life

you know i don't get homoerotically pinned to the wall nearly enough

"you're up early!" jokes on you i didn't sleep at all and am in between energised and dying

third base is me telling you about my father

ahaha oh my god nooooo don't pin my wrists above my head haha i won't be able to move

what do you mean i didn't reach out i literally thought about you

[me to me] shut up i'm thinking

showing severe symptoms of "needs a kiss" disease

excuse me, i have to go make a scene

well, well, well, if it isn't the feelings i've been trying to avoid

why is it always something? like literally it's always fucking something............ i can't go a week without there being something

every admirer is a secret admirer if you're unable to pick up on social cues

*hears footsteps towards my room* please dont

hostage or not, sometimes it's nice being held

"could you be any more annoying" easily

i think it is brave and also very sexy of me to continue living

my hobbies include being right, being gay, and being a hater

i was so angry at everything when i was 13. and i was right

it's my god given bisexual right to be dramatic

my gender is loverboy

superiority "complex"? i find it quite simple really

microdosing on intimacy by running my hand through my own hair

anyone else in here a man of constant sorrow

beating the self-sabotage allegations by smiling cutely while saying the most fucked up shit you've ever heard

all music should be as intense as possible and then we should all die

you're in his dms i'm on his nerves. i'm pissing him off i'm ruining his day

this isn't fun anymore i need a kiss

yeah im depressing and nihilistic and cynical but in a casual way

and tonight i'll ache with undefined longing for no reason at all

oh don't mind me, i am just standing here, seething

im a romantic but the plot twist is that im unlovable

my neutral expression makes me look like i'm always in a bad mood which is convenient because it's usually true

do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot

please don't hand me the aux unless you want everyone in this car to know there's something wrong with me

everything annoys me but im being so brave about it

my fear of abandonment? well that comes from my experience of being abandoned

what should my next mistake be

[vanllacreme1]

it’s mac again ! i’m bringing over an old-ish oc that i hardly got to play but really loved ( which means that this intro is long bc i have a lot of thoughts about my son ) !! pls welcome my babiest baby boi, TEDDY LEUNG . 

☕ . ˚ ◝ ( lucas wong. cismale. he/him. ) theodore “teddy” leung is a twenty year old aries. the freelancer’s go-to order is vanilla creme frappe with two pumps of raspberry syrup and extra whip cream. they like to listen to ring ding dong by shinee while they wait for their order. the employees of the deja brew think they are meek but swear they’re totally optimistic as well. maybe that’s why a spray paint can, a velcro chain wallet, and earbuds remind me of them.  

PINTEREST

mentions of ptsd. injury. 9/11. deafness. 

i. born and fostered out of love, teddy leung is the son of a first generation chinese american military officer and a thai lounge singer. having met while his father was stationed overseas, his parents fell in love but just before they could get their relationship could fully bloom, teddy’s father was sent back to america. regretfully, teddy’s parents parted ways but even with an ocean between them, the culmination of their short-lived romance grew into a new life.

ii. teddy was a surprise, to everyone involved, and in fear for his love and his child’s life in the hands of her traditionalist parents ( afterall she was young, unwed and pregnant ), teddy’s father sent for her, causing her to have to leave everything she knew behind for a man she knew for only eight months. but they were in love and they both felt as if their situation was the fates telling them to be together.

iii. teddy came into the world kicking and screaming, his little lungs gasping for air as his limbs stretched out of their confines for the first time. an explosive ball of energy that his mother ate up and his father smiled down on protectively. he was their special boy, golden and proof that all their hardships -- the arguments, the alienation of her family, the stress -- was all worth it in the end.

iv. and for the first few years, it was harmonious. all focus was on raising teddy and providing for him, his father training the battalion on fort irwin and his mother working as a music teacher for the kids in the area. then, in the aftermath of 9/11, teddy’s father was deployed for five years on active duty in afghanistan where he served until a hostile bombing left him injured.

v. returning home after all that time away was an adjustment for teddy’s father, having to cope with not only the strain of physical therapy and ptsd, but also with his 7-year-old son whom he hadn’t spent any real time with since the boy was three. but, teddy, with his big, wondering eyes and even bigger, tender heart, tried to connect with his father the way he was close with his mother.

vi. but even then, there was only so much that teddy and his father could see eye to eye on. art and music became a big part of teddy’s life, while sport and the sciences were his father’s interests. it alienated them both from each other, for the short while before teddy’s father accepted a recruitment job in san diego and became busy again.

vii. in san diego, teddy found a little more independence, enrolling in the local public school instead of the school on the army base. and things were fine, again, until they weren’t. by the time teddy was 11, he developed ménière’s in his left ear, causing him to become hard of hearing on top of bouts of vertigo and tinnitus. he fought a lot with his parents then, his angsty teenage bullshit hitting an absolute peak early on when his parents wanted him to get fitted for an aid and he wanted to just let nature take its course ( he still has his one good ear, he’d argue ).

viii. eventually, they came to an agreement, that teddy would go to counselling and learn asl in lieu of getting an aid, and that teddy wouldn’t complain when his family relocated again in the beginning of his freshman year of high school. moving, this time to colorado, drove a deeper wedge between teddy and his father. and as much as he loves the man, they just didn’t seem to click anymore.

ix. so teddy tried to be a good son for him, focused on school and behaved the best he could. it was only after teddy started applying for university, that he felt the spark of excitement again. the possibility of going back to the place he was the longest, to southern california, was all that he cared about. his college years were going to be the time he became more independent from his parents, finally gaining some semblance of his own person beyond what his parents tried to mold him into.

***DISCLAIMER: teddy is written by a hearing person and his condition may be written inaccurately. please know that i am not at all trying to offend anyone who is HoH and that i will do my best to research and be mindful of the portrayal of his hearing loss. that being said, if you are offended by the way i portray his hearing loss in any capacity, please message me privately so we can have a conversation and i can learn from my mistake.

quick fax  

- is an army brat so he moved around a lot growing up ; spent high school years elsewhere, but moved back to cali for university  - is studying accounting bc ,,, idk its stable and he’s never really had stability in his life until now - such a glass half full person but is that one ‘ everything is fine ’ meme  - will try anything once ; whether or not it sticks depends on how much he ends up enjoying it - would also stand up 2 someone but immediately regret it after - is hard of hearing in his left ear ( ménière’s disease ) so he will lean toward the noise to hear better aka im so sorry if he’s in ur bubble, he just cant hear what uR’E SAYING  - he’s ,,, ,v loud w/o realizing it  - bc of his meniere’s he can’t have caffeine ( lol ) but he likes the cafe culture and likes to go to deja brew to sketch - also has earbuds in like 24/7 ; gets nagged by his mom that he SHOULDN’T but like ,,,, he’s accepted that his hearing is gonna get worse anyway so LMAO - doesn’t wear an aid and hasn’t used sign language in a very long time but still remembers a lot of it - teddy vc: what ?  - does the graffiti on the weekends , pls dont tell his mom ; art is his “hobby” as his dad would say , v artistic and likes to go to moca on their free nights  - loves all kinds of music, esp mongolian throat singing ; impressionism is his favorite art movement ; thinks rupi kaur is a charlatan but she’s making money off white people so : / - has a tattoo on his right buttcheek bc why not , someone probably dared him to - naturally wakes up at 6 am, no matter how late he was up the night before ; goes on morning runs  - incidentally, he also takes a lot of naps during the day - is technically (f)unemployed ; answers craigslist ads for cash, nothing shady, just like cleans old ladies homes and helps people move furniture - owns a second hand bicycle with a woven basket in the front uwu ; may or may not have found it at a junk yard - will stop to pet a dog on the side of the street ; will also point out animals when he passes them   - think andy dwyer, john mulaney, jake peralta, miles morales, jason mendoza and others i cant care to look up rn but u get the idea i hope 

possible connections

roommates / housemates, classmates / schoolmates, friends, enemies ( tho he’d probably cry if u told him u didnt like him ), lovers / ex lovers, etc. whatever come yell at me if u want something. find me here or on discord ( 𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙, 𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈#3596 ) 

[rckyclrk]

alex turner. 27. cismale. he/him. the black keys | i can’t believe i just saw RICKY CLARK walking out of cadence records. they’re the VOCALIST / BASSIST from the PUNK group HEATSTROKE who have been in the industry for THREE YEARS. the tabloids love to focus on their COLDHEARTED nature , but they’re also pretty CHARISMATIC and they seem to give off a vibe that reminds people of FRIENDS HOLDING YOU BACK FROM BAR FIGHTS, CUNNING SMIRKS, CRYING FROM RAGE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE.

hello !!! i’m jess, i’m 22, reside in the bst timezone and use she/they pronouns !! i literally only found this rp like two hours before it opened for plotting so excuse me if this intro seems a bit rushed, and i apologize for how late it is. this is the first of my muses, king asshole ricky clark. he’s a damaged angsty boi and i hate / love him. please like this if you’d like to plot, or slide into my IMs! 

p.s. we can also plot on discord @ aries baby#7087 and you can check out a pinterest board for ricky here!

trigger warnings: heart disease, loss of a parent, ‘daddy issues’, abandonment, drugs & alcohol mentions, violence implication

BACKGROUND

ricky was born to dirt-poor parents in upstate new york. they had pretty much nothing but the basic necessities but it was v much a “they had each other and that was enough” kinda thing

his mother was his hero, ricky idolized her as she would do anything for him & was a kind, honest woman with a good heart who put every penny she earned into trying to give ricky a good life.

but his dad? quite the opposite. he was a distant, aggressive man with violent tendencies. whenever he was home, he was causing conflict. but most of the time, he wasn’t. it was pretty obvious that he was cheating on ricky’s mom, as well as just generally giving zero shits about his son. he was just an all-around asshole.

his mom was a waitress. she worked very few shifts as she wanted to make sure she could spend a lot of time around her son making sure he had a good upbringing.

when ricky was eleven, she suddenly fell ill with heart disease and her condition deteriorated very quickly. she could no longer work and decided to turn to music as a way of coping, learning to play guitar to keep her spirits up. ricky always took an interest in this and loved listening to her play him his favorite songs in the final years of her life

she ended up passing away before she could see ricky enter his teenage years. in their shared grief he and his father bonded and had a better relationship for a short period, before long he was back to his old tricks again never coming home & ricky had to basically raise himself for a little while, before finally he ended up in the foster care system for the remainder of his teen years

this is where he taught himself how to play the bass guitar his mom had left behind for him, as well as singing and songwriting.  he quickly realized why she found such escapism in music. 

he was a bit of a ‘bad boy’ archetype at school, who was constantly getting into fights etc but would show a softer side to the other outcast kids, especially the other musicians

foster care is also where he manifested a lot of resentment, anger & hostility after everything he had gone through. he kinda felt like life had dealt him such a shitty hand, and he had so many abandonment issues due to his father’s ways. he struggled to bond with any of his foster families and basically hopped around homes for years, still mourning his mom & acting out as a coping mechanism

so pretty much the second he turned eighteen and could leave foster care he got the hell out of town and headed downstate to new york city with pretty much nothing to his name, telling himself he was off to pursuit a career as a solo musician. he wandered around a bit, going about his life as somewhat of a vagabond living out of cheap motels whilst he struggled to settle. 

after a few years spent working shitty 9-5 jobs and almost ending up homeless multiple times, he figured it was time to admit defeat and head back home, as his dreams of becoming a musician hadn’t really took off. he returned to his hometown & found that an old classmate from high school had been advertising around town, for a bassist for his band. it seemed like the perfect opportunity, and ricky jumped on board.

before he could even process it, the band were moving to LA to chase their dreams of making it big. after performing in bars & underground venues, they landed themselves a record deal with cadence

ricky LOVES the fame. he’s finally getting the love, adoration & attention he lacked in his life after his mom died. he’s living the rockstar lifestyle, having fun, and doing whatever he can to feel fulfilled and numb the pain and lasting scars left by his past — which by the way, he’d rather die than open up about.

PERSONALITY

so as is mentioned, the whole thing with his past has made him grow extremely resentful as a person and he has a lot of pent up issues that he bottles up. this makes him extremely stand-offish, short fused, arrogant etc? but the better someone gets to know him the more they’ll see a softer side to him. he’s a complex, multi-dimensional and very guarded person

he’s FIERCELY loyal and will protect his friends at all costs ( yes surprisingly he does have friends ) he’s prepared to fight someone if they’ve done something to hurt his friends

hes a really social guy despite the fact he can be quite intimidating. if you’re not on his bad side he’ll be completely fine with you, like? the main thing that’d get someone onto his bad side would be if they just assumed he was an asshole based on his initial demeanor, without getting to know him

Closed Off Emotionally™ - he basically put up a huge wall so that nobody can see how much the abandonment from his past has got to him but there’s definitely a kinder, damaged boy beneath who just needs time tbh

he lives his life pretty carelessly bc he kinda cant resist the whole idea of a rockstar lifestyle. very reckless i know but can you blame him? the issues of his past are still very much there so he tries to numb the pain in any way he can by drinking and taking drugs tbh, which he knows is unhealthy & he’s trying to stop

actually pretty funny when he wants to be

really competitive

a bicon

when given reason, he can care so deeply about people. it’s so hard for them to see it because of the way he is, but a dead give-away is that if he really cares about someone he will never lie to them. ever

he’s basically just very intense if you couldnt tell already

[justanotherstory225]

I have definitely fallen off pretty hard. I need to get back on.

I didnt track any food last month. I did well mantaining. I still watched what i ate, but wasnt strick about it. I didnt really ever work out.

Im trying to make a difference in August. Last month, and i know this month, will be hard. The weather is killing me. Apparently, heat and humidity dont mix well with ms. Thats hard for me because i have always loved summer. This is the first year ever that i said i cant wait for winter. I hate the cold, but atleast i felt good. Ive been super stressed with family issues, work, trying to find a new job. Apparently, stress doesn't mix well with ms either. Ive just really felt like shit. I havent been sleeping because of my mind racing. I want to try a bit more this month. If i can.

Basically, july has consisted of me not being on a set schedule at work. ( I just seem to work all the hours so everyone else can have off, even though no one will cover for me to have off). Looking at jobs and trying to redo my resume to match jobs im applying for. Started taking online classes because i miss school and learning. Dealing with the family stress of my sister lying to everyone about her fucking her boss and planning on moving her and her kids in with him, all while her husband has no idea. Feeling like shit 90% of the time because of this stupid disease. Which is also causing me to be emotional and depressed.

This past week, ive been working on my resume and applying to jobs. Hopefully, I'll get one and make more money, have better hours, actually be able to use my vacation time, and not be the only one doing work.

August goals

I have 0 upper body strength so i want to start working on that a bit. I started doing this 30 day challenge i found on pinterest. Its not much, but atleast its something.

I need to pay more attention to what I'm eating. Id like to start tracking my calories again. I need to get back to making smoothies for breakfast.

I really dont have many goals for August because I'm just exhausted and really just need to get back into the swing of things. Thats the main goal. Get back into the swing of things.