#dream catcher piercing

[mikashisus]

DREAM CATCHER — 05. that look

You took a few deep breaths as you bounced on the balls of your feet and hummed the first song prepared in the set. You eagerly tapped your drumsticks against the wall to the beat of one of Navia and Clorinde’s songs.

Your inability to stand still made Kuni grab onto your shoulder and turn you to face him and Xiao, who was tuning Kuni’s guitar for him.

“Stop that, it’s annoying me.” Kuni growled, leaning his arm on your shoulder.

You sent him a half-hearted glare and attempted to stick one of your drumsticks up his nose. He flinched away from you almost instantly with a scowl on his face as you snickered.

You grabbed his hand and ran your fingers over his many rings— most of which you gave him for his birthday.

He curled his fingers around yours and shuffled closer to you. “You ready?”

“You bet!” you answered excitedly.

Even after years of performing, you still had stage fright. The anxiety you felt before stepping on stage made you feel like you were going to vomit, but the excitement would always override the nervousness in your heart.

Xiao wrapped his arm around yours and Kuni’s shoulders, resting his head between the two of you. “Two minutes,” he told you, his voice shaking a little.

You raised a hand to his cheek, tapping it softly. You sent him a smile. “Ready, pretty boy? You’ll be fine.”

Both you and Kuni were well aware of Xiao’s stage fright. However, no one could ever guess that he had it with how confident he presented himself on stage. He was undoubtedly a performer, despite his own objections to that statement.

He sent you a tired glare and dug his face into your hair. You felt him smile against your neck. “I’m not scared.”

“Mhm sure,” Kuni smirked, leaning close to Xiao, his nose inches away from the stoic-faced man. Xiao pushed Kuni’s face away with his hand, causing Kuni to laugh loudly.

A red tint settled over Xiao’s cheeks, and before you could tell Kuni not to provoke him, the man was teasing Xiao to hell and back. The two boys were arguing in no time, causing you to sigh.

They’ll kiss and make up later, it’s fine.

“Hey idiots, it’s time!” You yelled at them, watching as they both shoved each other towards the stage.

You watched as Kuni grabbed his guitar from Xiao and ran on stage, raising his hands into the air and introducing himself. The crowd erupted into a fit of cheers.

With a burst of confidence that you never knew he had, Xiao kissed your cheek before Kuni announced his name and he walked on stage, greeting the crowd with a hand raised into the air. Ear piercing screams followed, making you chuckle under your breath.

Xiao was the fan favorite after Kuni, and you were content not being a fan favorite at all. However, Xiao always argued that you were loved way more than he was (which you claimed was a lie). And in your manager’s words, you were “the people’s princess.”

Kuni announced your name, and you ran on stage, pulling both of the boys into a side hug and kissing their cheeks before you sat at your drum set. The crowd cheered louder than before at your entrance.

Adjusting his mic, Kuni looked at the sold out concert hall. “I was going to say ‘good evening’, but never mind, I don’t care how any of you are doing tonight.” He said into his mic, prompting the crowd to laugh.

You twirled your drumstick around. “He’s especially sassy today, don’t listen to him.”

Kuni turned around to flip you off before he sighed into the mic. “Alright, Dornman. Let’s blow the roof off this place. This song is called The Fire, The Dark.”

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author’s note: guys im so sorry for the wait 🤕 … i havent stopped thinking abt scara with all kinds of piercings - ears, brow, septum, snake bites, etc… AND RINGS TOO OH LORDDD.

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[ghostinthez0nes]

❌ Party Poison Headcanons ❌

Lots of glitter eyeshadow, everything has to be sparkly

Cannot and will not stfu about origami

Pronouns? Never heard of em’, but if you call them she they’ll be ecstatic and start crying

Doodles on EVERYTHING as a way to mark their territory

Def ADHD, probably autistic

Can smooth talk her way out of everything and anything, and when she can’t she’ll start biting people

Hates when they get sand in their gloves

Pansexual train wreck covered in glitter

Graffiti Artist, one of the best in the zones too

Keeps confetti and glitter in their pockets for extra pizzazz

Eyebrow, septum, labret and belly button piercings

Helps bleach Kobra’s hair a’lot

Can’t sit properly and refuses to do so

Almost always has spray paint stains on her fingers

Freckles that look like constellations

Really likes mandalas

Gender is a pageant show and they’re going home with the crown

An expert at making dream catchers

A master at Twister, she’s flexible

Loves anything neon and iridescent

Likes women in a lesbian way

A nervous wreck but really good at hiding it

A slut for 80’s Dance Pop music; play anything by Modern Talking or Abba and they WILL dance

Loves sweets, especially lollipops

Owns a plethora of nail polish, his nail’s are always in pretty colours

Obsessed with fuzzy socks

An okay driver, just a very dangerous one

Responsible for a’lot of Ghoul’s tattoos

Can and will spit on cat-callers

Actually has good aim, they just get distracted too easily

100% aware that she’s pretty and wears it like armor

Terrified of birds

Randomly bursts into song when bored and is actually a really good singer

They go full big sis mode and treat everyone like a baby when they get sick

[ourolite2]

　　　　　　　 　 ༅ 𝒥ihane 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ ora, love, sinning star, haniel, love junior, shopkeeper ji, grandmother/grandma, trinketeer, the high priestess, doc, miss ji, satan, little love, sunshine, & ji.

ᰍ overall notables. this woman is known for having a smile that could make the cosmos bow their head in submission, and I’m not implying that it’s cunning. full pretty lips, the deepest dimples, and the sweetest titters that corresponds with her innately wholesome voice. has dimples quite literally everywhere — one forehead, four on her cheeks, two on her back, it’s crazy fr. once more, her voice is innately on the higher side, though far from annoying. it’s memorably saccharine, cloying, and sentimental, the personification of the most iridescent bubbles. a kind of voice that brings bundles of warmth and nostalgia; it’s a given that children are attracted to such due to its purity, so she’s often seen around the little kids of any presented au. has a subtle lisp. often refers to associates or recent friends as angel or cherub. ᰍ standard physical facts. blonde patch in the front near the left side of her hair in human form. hair and skin is impractically soft considering her djinn side represents the elemental plane of air and clouds. keeps her djinn bottle as an earring accessory (considering its gold accents that corresponds with her brown attires and insignificant size, no one suspects it, but when they do, it’s not like they’re capable of snatching it off, for she has a spell that binds it to her ear permanently). has a silver smiley piercing which she naturally shows off.

დ genshin au notables! n/a (temporarily). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. nineteen (19). ᰍ birthday. may 25th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. (varies depending on the au), african-american, + moroccan. ᰍ gender, prns, sexuality. agender, she/her (though doesn’t care much), + panromantic & ninsexual.

ᰍ sun sign. gemini. ᰍ MBTI. infj-t (the turbulent advocate).

ᰍ likes. heartstrings… but the word. the word is just so goddamn pretty to her. foamy soap dispensers. foamy facial cleansers. witchcraft. toy collecting. mango tea. tarot reading (giving & receiving). ghost hunting. black olives. artifact hunting/paranormal activity in general. palmistry. wind chimes omg. dream catchers omg. incense making. oh muh gud her friends!!! aerial silk (in genie form). moonwater. cake pops, so yummy!!!! piranhas. mochi. onesies. fucking berries… raspberries, black berries, blue berries, no matter. reading magazines. henna artistry. gold, gold, gold! cardigans. ACCESSORIES THAT JINGLE! tangia w/ fucking oxtails... favorite stew. loves stews and soups in general… or potato salad lol. puppies! very cute. philosophy, duh. listening to the ocean in seashells. cherubs. mud masks for face or hair, mud baths.. .the earth. LOVES the rain omg. thunder, lightning, strong wings- ok storms as well BUT primarily just rain. lingerie. igneous rocks. low-waisted pants. fossils. + aloe butter. ᰍ dislikes. unnecessary and unasked for criticism. bombarding/unnecessary questions. rude or mentally/physically destructive customers. trypophobia. sudden upcoming mental breakdowns. cream of wheat. oversleeping. too much dairy (is lactose intolerant). stubborn, cat-coded characters!!! (“mh… it’s more of a guilty pleasure! all of my doted darlings are little mittens that keep me warm… argh, during the summer, that is”…) lost jewelry. terrible hair days. terrible mental health days, which leads to her dressing like a grandma fr. unanswered questions. frequent migraines. yo-yos (she could never do it :(.) scorpions. giant hornets. + intense, negative, & suffocating auras.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Receiving A Gift: II ୨୧ “Ambrosia at it’s finest…”

More About Jihane: III ୨୧ “Alright everyone, don’t scream… a legend has arrived… *a moment of awkward silence then mumbles* … O I sound like that damn crazy cat…”

About Us: Antiquity ୨୧ “Think of an antique as a book … Good stories aren’t discerned by worth, fame, or length, but by relatability or connectivity. Assess yourself as the narrator of this object if you’re drawn to it. As for me, Traveler, I’m very drawn to you. Do you mind if I give you a reading, maybe? I’d really like to test our relevance.”

Chat: Divinity ୨୧ “Oh Haniel, why must I be so fine? Ze’ma … Why must my wisdom be so divine? *giggles proudly* … Ze’maaa… Tis’ a sad, sad case for most…”

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[digitalnewberry]

Baseball's sad lexicon

Chicago baseball cigarette cards, 1909-1910

These are the saddest of possible words: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds, Tinker and Evers and Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double – Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." -- Franklin Pierce Adams, Baseball's sad lexicon (1910)

These are three of the 46 cards collected by James T. Farrell (1904–1979), an avid Chicago White Sox fan, American realist writer, and Studs Lonigan author. Growing up on the city's South Side, Farrell was a high-school varsity baseball player who dreamed of a major-league career. He incorporated his encyclopedic knowledge of and passion for the sport into his writings, including two books and several short stories entirely about baseball. 

Included in the Farrell Collection are the cards of a number of players who participated in the 1906 cross-town World Series, in which the Sox defeated the heavily favored Cubs. Pitching two wins with the assistance of ace defensive catcher Billy Sullivan, the Sox's Ed Walsh led his team to a surprise four-game-to-two series victory. The 1906 contest was the first World Series for the Cubs' famous infield trio of Joe Tinker, Johnny Evers (pictured on the home page), and Frank Chance, who were immortalized as the "Tinker to Evers to Chance" double-play combination in the wildly popular poem "Baseball's Sad Lexicon," by New York newspaper columnist Franklin Pierce Adams...

Read the full post by former Lloyd Lewis Curator of Modern Manuscripts Martha Briggs

[1tboy]

jan luis castellanos, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that manuel jaime diaz? i’ve also heard they go by the it boy. i hear they’re twenty-two and want to be a broadway actor. they seem to be hardworking & charismatic, but also perfectionist & pushy. they remind me of spotlight shining in the middle of the stage, the shine of a leather jacket, and a morning run around the park. 

                                                        ○ ′ 🌙  loved  by taco

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  manuel jaime diaz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  manny , mj ( close friends ) , diaz ( jock buddies ) . 𝐃𝐎𝐁  september 1, 1979 𝐀𝐆𝐄  twenty - two 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  virgo 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  cis-male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒  he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  bisexual 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 río san juan, dominican republic 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  bronx, nyc, new york 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  english and spanish 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  senior at lawrence university

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌  jan luis castellanos 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  dark brown/black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  hazel eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  5′10″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  both ears pierced 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒  none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄  white and black t-shirts, leather jackets, golden necklace with a cross, jeans.

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𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍 the new it boy 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  hardworking, thoughtful, passionate, charismatic, altruistic 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  idealistic, perfectionist, sensitive, pushy 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  acting, singing, dancing, staying active, basketball, soccer, knitting 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  working

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  jaime diaz, forty-eight, restaurant owner/manager 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  marisol guzman diaz, fifty, nurse 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  none

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒        luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) , troy bolton ( high school musical ) , anna delvy ( inventing anna ) , blair waldorf ( gossip girl ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , hanna marin ( pretty little liars ) , june park ( tiny pretty things )

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when someone mentions the diaz family, it's nothing but good things for that family. of course it would be. they were the poster family of what the american dream was all about. the family immigrated from dominican republic in the early 80s, with a hundred dollars in their pockets and but a dream. the dream for a better life. jaime and marisol had always dreamt of living their lives in the united states, but when manuel was born, they had another dream now, to give manny the best life they could, and that was to move them to a country where anything was possible.

and that's what manuel managed to do. growing up from his humble beginnings and learn that with a bit of hard work and dedication, any dream was possible. and growing up with someone who had everything, he felt like he needed to keep up with all the things he managed. marcus was always the charming one, the trendy one, the king of the school. and manny always felt like he was just his lackey more than he was a friend. but that didn't stop manny for pursuing things he enjoyed, even if marcus wasn't into it, from being the best in whatever sport he was in, to getting a solo in the school and church choir, to ending up getting the lead role in every musical and play he had auditioned for during school. he was dream catcher, a perfectionist, an idealistic person.

the struggles came when he applied to schools, and finding out that he was an immigrant himself. for most of his life he was told that he was born in the bronx. manuel's whole life was in the states, in new york city, and discovering that he couldn't legally get a job or apply for student loans because he was not from here took a toll on his whole identity. no one knew else knew about this, not even marcus, except for esteban chamberlain, marcus' father.

after the news, he didn't stop though. he kept working hard, getting accepted to one of the best schools. his eyes were set on lawrence university. it was the most prestigious school that he knew he needed to be part of, but he knew that he would struggle to afford the school. luckily he got some money with some scholarships, but it wasn't enough. he had enough for a year, thanks to his parents saving up, but he still needed three more years worth of tuition, so he had to find some way to get the money. and so he found himself escorting, and then eventually finding a man that would eventually helped.

he managed to do all this under the books, until marcus discovered the truth. he knew about his status, he found out that he was doing escorting his freshman and sophomore year, and he knew all about the guy that he was sleeping with for money. their relationship had strained, that manny was tired of feeling less, and the night he died he had an argument with him. after his death, it was him that took over the reigns. he was next in line for valedictorian, he was given so much love after marcus died, seeing as he was the closest with him. and now he was the new it boy. it was cool, but the last thing he wanted was for people thinking he had something to do with his death.

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        CONNECTIONS

childhood friend // competition - marcus chamberlain was always on top. even though he was a close friend to him, manny felt like he was always under his shadow, never shining because he would always take the spotlight from him. and it didn't change when they went to college. but now that he has passed away, he is getting the spotlight that he deserved. but the question is, did manny have anything to do with his death?

childhood friend, found family - someone who genuinely felt a connection with. he even had a little crush on, but never really did anything because of marcus. he hopes now that marcus is gone, things with them could evolve into something stronger.

ride or die - this is a friend he had met at lawerence university, the one that became his true best friend, unlike his former frenemy. how they met was through an event, and then ended up having a few classes together as well, but they ended up hanging outside of school events and classes, which made their relationship even tighter.

current hookup/fwb - it's not serious, but just someone he has fun with. it could go either two ways, feelings may get involved and manny runs or it continues to just be fwb type deal.

more to come.

[obeymefanlol]

small little head cannons for Solomon

1. he burns alters down he didn't mean too but he usually ends up burning his house down when cooking

2.he will see a rock that he likes and pick it up he dose this with lots of thing sometimes he makes charms out of them

3. don’t take his charms one exploded granted it was on purpose but still...

4.he has a bookshelf with little odd things like skulls 

5. he can keep plants alive but they die if their in the same room as his food

6. he got his ears pierce three both daith one orbital and both with the upper lobe Asmo got him crystal earrings to celebrate 

7. he convinced lucifer to get daith piercing(after all lucifer has got an 8 headaches)

8.he has an dream catcher he used to get nightmare thankfully the dream catcher doesn't stop visions.

9.he draw sigils on notes and sometimes his arms

10.he draws on Asmo hands despite Asmo’s protest. Asmo doesn't move because that would mess it up and that is worst than that fact he is being drawn on through the day he has the drawings on his hands because then his hands would be smuggy if he tried to get it off (ink is a pain to get off skin) .

two small head cannon for Asmo

1. after mc showed up and made a pact with him Asmo banned Solomon from drawing on one hand so mc could draw on it, both hands end up with doodles and hearts.

2. he takes pictures of his hands if he likes a draw he draw it and put it on a t-shirt crediting the original artist mostly mc. (human-a-tee shirt ) 

[catra-writes]

The Dream Catcher

One must exercise great caution to secure safe, sound and sweet sleep. especially for those who wish to dream at all, let alone have good dreams.

When going to bed at night, your windows must be shut tight, curtains drawn and everything locked up. A night light in the hall or corner of the room and quick access to a light source near you is optimal but do not sleep with lights on and be sure all screens and devices are off at least and hour before sleep.

Precautions must be precise, lest you fall prey to the thief of the night.

With piercing white eyes that glow in the light of the moon, thin limbs and a torso that can slip through cracks with ease, drawn to bright lights like a moth to a flame and a taste for the imagination of the human mind's conjuring.

The thief creeps about the shadows, wisping away dreams like threads of silk from a caterpillars cocoon, feet light on the ground like silent flakes of fresh snow.

the dream catcher leaves its victims restless, too tired and unmotivated for the day, creativity seemingly drained along with their energy regardless of how many hours of unconsciousness one manages to get at night.

once youre a victim, the dream catcher will return each second night or another dream. you only have one night between its visits to prepare, setting up charms and wards to keep it away like you would ward off a nightmare or a fox from a chicken coop.

many things can be done to keep it away, hanging specific herbs and plants near entrances like garlic or holy, hanging woven sigils or engraving markings in willow wood, all are acceptable ways, similar to tactics used to keep away the fae's visits.

this has led to people believing the dream catcher is fae folk. though no one is exactly sure, nor has anyone seen its form clear in the light.

anything more known about the dream catcher is simply speculation. rumors spread by the paranoid people constantly on edge from losing sleep over their worries.

the dream catcher has only ever been known to steal dreams and be active in the night.

i would still urge one to be wary however...there are now rumors of the dream catcher taking hold of victims in the waking hours, stealing our day dreams.

[gothamghostwhispers]

1-70 (all)

Oh boy all of them?? Alright here we go

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

They’re both dead but I had a good relationship with my mom and a bad one with my dad

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

That’d be my husband Beau

03: Do you regret anything?

Everyone has their regrets

04: Are you insecure?

Eeeeeh depends

05: What is your relationship status?

Married! ^u^

06: How do you want to die?

Like in my sleep I guess? Or like surrounded by friends and family where I know they’re safe

07: What did you last eat?

Uuuuuuuuuh….. I think last night

08: Played any sports?

I did dance up until I was 16…

09: Do you bite your nails?

Not really, used to buy got out of the habit when Calendar Man told me how that got his last goons caught by the Bat so I stopped at like 17ish

10: When was your last physical fight?

A couple weeks ago

11: Do you like someone?

Yeah

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes, in college

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Yes

14: Do you miss someone?

Yeah :c I miss my husband, I’m glad I went to a specialist but it was difficult to sleep

15: Have any pets?

Anon we have so many pets, and also also some creatures that live here but are not pets

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Relieved, doctors switched out the additives for a saline drip so Peeta should be waking up soon

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

No

18: Are you scared of spiders?

I’m basically the designated spider catcher in the goonion because of my notorious lack of a care about spiders

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No. I like the present very much actually, way more then my past

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

…. The lab

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

As long as nothing happens? Weekend in

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I’ve actually always wanted to have kids, never wanted to give birth though which was a whole thing for a bit

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yes… let see… a labret, nose, both lobes, upper lobe on my left, and both orbital conchs… so that’s 7

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English for sure, but also fae lore is probably my best subject now since meeting Beau

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Sometimes I miss Anna, but she was still deep in the cult… she was even there for the abduction

26: What are you craving right now?

Batburger

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I don’t think I have?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

I don’t think so?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Hospitals smell bad

31: Does somebody love you?

Yes

32: What is your favourite color?

Blue

33: Do you have trust issues?

Eeeeeh I don’t think my issues are do use around trust

I’m pretty good at figuring out who to trust

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I had a strange dream, I was floating inside a giant tube and Beau walked in and like dropped his clipboard with a shocked express

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Beau

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Eeeeeh not sure nobody’s really bothered for a second chance

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I think it might be yeah

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I think I was 15?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No

51: Favourite food?

Is it corny to say anything my husband makes for me? I like a lot of things

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yeah

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Checked the locks and set up traps since hotel locks are garbage

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No, you set the rules of the relationship why would you ever break them?

55: Are you mean?

I don’t think I am

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Too many to count

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

I like slightly cloudy days and clear skies at night

59: Do you like the snow?

It’s alright, I don’t like the cold but snow is alright

60: Do you wanna get married?

I am married and I’m still having a wedding later

Yes clearly

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Depends on how it’s said

62: What makes you happy?

There’s a lot of things that make me happy, spending time with my family, reading… like there’s many things in life that bring joy

63: Would you change your name?

I already changed my name once and I like my current name

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Not at all

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Uuuuh next question

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

What does complete self even mean?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

I think it was one of the doctors

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

That’d be my eldest daughter Sofia

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Kind of hard not to

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Yeah, my family

[sachafaible]

Dream Catcher

Original story and characters- A peasant fairy girl with the power to see the future through dreams embarks on a perilous journey to save Princess Peytra, facing mythical beasts, ancient spells, and a forbidden romance along the way.

Lysandra stood at the edge of the shimmering lake, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on the water's surface. Her wings fluttered gently in the cool night breeze, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the dreamscape that awaited her.

Tonight, she was determined to find answers, to unravel the cryptic visions that haunted her sleep. As she drifted into the dreamscape, the familiar swirl of colors and shapes enveloped her. She found herself in a grand hall, its walls adorned with intricate tapestries depicting the history of the Fairy Monarchy.

At the center of the hall stood Princess Peytra, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her piercing blue eyes met Lysandra's, filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

"Lysandra," Peytra's voice echoed softly, "I need your help. The prophecy... it speaks of my death. I don't know how to stop it."

Lysandra stepped forward, her heart pounding.

"Princess, I've seen glimpses of your fate. But the future is not set in stone. We can change it." Peytra's eyes widened, a spark of determination igniting within them.

"Then we must act quickly. The prophecy foretells that my death will bring chaos to Elaria. We cannot let that happen."

As the dreamscape began to fade, Lysandra reached out, her fingers brushing against Peytra's.

"I will find you, Princess. Together, we will defy fate."

With a jolt, Lysandra awoke by the lake, her mind racing with the urgency of their mission. She knew she had to reach the Fairy Castle and warn Peytra of the dangers that lay ahead. Gathering her courage, she spread her wings and took flight, the cool night air rushing past her.

The journey to the Fairy Castle was fraught with peril. As Lysandra navigated through the enchanted forest, she encountered Thorn, the rugged guardian who watched over the land. His earthy brown eyes narrowed as he studied her.

"Why are you here, Dream Catcher?" Thorn's voice was gruff, yet there was a hint of curiosity. Lysandra met his gaze, her voice steady.

"I seek to save the princess. A prophecy threatens her life, and I need your help to reach the castle."

Thorn's expression softened slightly.

"Very well. But know this: the path ahead is dangerous, and not all who enter the forest make it out alive." Lysandra nodded, her resolve unwavering.

"I understand. But I have no choice. The fate of Elaria depends on it."

Thorn's eyes glinted in the moonlight as he studied Lysandra's determined expression. With a nod, he turned and beckoned her to follow.

"There is a hidden path through the forest," he said, his voice low and steady. "Few know of it, and even fewer dare to tread it. But it will lead us to the Fairy Castle faster than any other route."

Lysandra's wings fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Thank you, Thorn. Lead the way." They moved swiftly through the dense underbrush, Thorn's familiarity with the terrain evident in his confident strides. The hidden path was narrow and winding, shrouded in shadows and overgrown with ancient vines. The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures echoed around them. As they walked, Thorn glanced back at Lysandra.

"This path is not without its dangers. We must stay vigilant."

Lysandra nodded, her senses heightened.

"I understand. But we must reach the castle before it's too late." They pressed on, the forest growing darker and more foreboding with each step. Thorn's keen eyes scanned their surroundings, ever alert for any signs of danger. Lysandra's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of the prophecy and the fate that awaited Peytra. After what felt like hours, they reached a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Thorn paused, his gaze fixed on a towering tree with gnarled roots that twisted like ancient serpents.

"This tree marks the halfway point," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We must rest here for a moment."

Lysandra nodded, grateful for the brief respite. She sank to the ground, her wings folding around her like a protective cocoon. Thorn remained standing, his eyes scanning the perimeter of the clearing.

As they rested, Lysandra's thoughts turned to Peytra. The vision of the princess's fearful eyes haunted her, urging her to push forward. She glanced up at Thorn, who seemed lost in thought.

"Thorn, do you believe in prophecies?" she asked softly. Thorn's gaze met hers, his expression unreadable.

"Prophecies are tricky things. They can guide us or mislead us. But I believe in the strength of those who fight against them."

Lysandra smiled faintly, finding comfort in his words.

"Thank you, Thorn. Your help means more than you know." Thorn nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"We should move on. The castle is not far now."

With renewed determination, they continued along the hidden path, the forest growing denser and more treacherous. But Lysandra's resolve was unwavering. She would reach Peytra, and together, they would defy the prophecy that threatened to tear their world apart.

As the night deepened, Thorn and Lysandra found a hidden grove to rest in. The canopy of trees above them formed a natural shelter, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. Thorn built a small fire, its flickering light casting shadows on their weary faces. Exhausted from the day's journey, Lysandra lay down on a bed of moss, her wings folded delicately around her.

Sleep came quickly, and with it, the familiar pull of the dreamscape. Lysandra's consciousness drifted into the ethereal realm, where colors swirled and shapes shifted.

But tonight, the dreamscape was different—darker, more foreboding. She found herself in a dimly lit chamber, its walls cold and damp. The air was thick with an oppressive sense of dread. In the center of the chamber, Peytra stood, her silver hair disheveled and her piercing blue eyes wide with terror. Chains bound her wrists, and shadows lurked at the edges of the room, whispering ominous threats.

Lysandra's heart ached at the sight of the princess in such distress.

"Peytra!" Lysandra called out, her voice echoing through the chamber. Peytra's gaze snapped to Lysandra, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

"Lysandra, you must hurry. The prophecy is unfolding faster than we anticipated. I can feel the darkness closing in."

Lysandra stepped forward, her hands trembling.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Peytra. We'll find a way to break the chains of fate."

The shadows around Peytra seemed to grow darker, more menacing. They whispered words of doom and despair, their voices like a chorus of malevolent spirits. Peytra's expression twisted with fear and pain, and Lysandra's heart tugged painfully at the sight.

"Please, Lysandra," Peytra's voice was a desperate plea. "Find me. Save me." The dreamscape began to crumble, the chamber dissolving into a swirl of darkness. Lysandra reached out, her fingers brushing against Peytra's before she was pulled back into the waking world.

With a gasp, Lysandra awoke in the hidden grove, her heart pounding in her chest. The fire had burned low, and Thorn sat nearby, his eyes reflecting the dying embers. He looked at her with concern.

"Another vision?" he asked quietly. Lysandra nodded, her voice shaky.

"It was Peytra. She's in danger, Thorn. We have to reach her before it's too late." Thorn's expression hardened with resolve.

"Then we must not waste any more time. We'll leave at first light."

As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the canopy, Lysandra felt a renewed sense of urgency. The nightmare had strengthened her resolve, and she knew that she would do whatever it took to save Peytra from the dark fate that loomed over her.

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Peytra paced the opulent confines of her chamber, the silken drapes billowing slightly in the morning breeze. The sunlight filtered through the intricate glass panes, casting colorful patterns on the polished floor.

Yet, the beauty of her surroundings offered little comfort. Her heart felt heavy, a weight she couldn’t shake off. Her family had become distant, their conversations laced with hushed tones and sidelong glances. The warmth that once enveloped her home had been replaced by a cold, suffocating air. Every time she approached her parents, they exchanged furtive looks, as if she were a puzzle they could no longer solve.

“Peytra,” her mother had said the night before, her voice sharp and clipped, “you must stay within the castle walls. The world outside is not safe for you.”

But why? Peytra’s instincts screamed that something was terribly wrong. She could feel it in the very marrow of her bones. The whispers of the court, the fleeting glances exchanged between her parents, the way they flinched when she entered a room—it all pointed to a dark secret.

That night, she had fallen into a restless sleep, her dreams swirling with images of a girl with auburn hair and emerald-green eyes. The girl called to her, a name dancing on the edge of her consciousness: Lysandra. But who was she? Why did Peytra feel such an inexplicable connection to her? In her dreams, the darkness loomed closer, shadows creeping in from the edges of her vision. She could hear the whispers again, taunting her with words she couldn’t quite grasp.

“You are bound by fate. You cannot escape.”

Each night, the dreams grew more vivid, more terrifying. Each morning, she awoke with a sense of urgency, her heart racing as if it were trying to break free from an unseen chain. Peytra approached her window, gazing out at the sprawling gardens below. There was a world beyond the castle walls, a world she longed to explore. But the walls felt like a prison, and her heart ached to break free. She had to discover the truth behind the shadows that haunted her dreams.

“Lysandra,” she whispered, hoping that the name would bring clarity. “Who are you?” As if in response, her heart tugged with a sense of longing.

The dreams had shown her a bond, a connection that transcended the barriers of their worlds. Peytra felt an inexplicable pull toward this girl, a desire to understand the visions that intertwined their fates.

Determined, she turned away from the window. She would confront her family, demand answers. The time for secrets was over. The prophecy that loomed over her life was not just a tale to be whispered in the dark; it was a reality she needed to face. Peytra took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation ahead. She would not let fear dictate her life any longer. If something was to happen, she would be ready to fight for her future, for her love, and for the girl who had become a beacon of hope in her dreams.

Continue reading it here.

[indyflanery]

Bold what the signs remind me of

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ARIES: The smell of burnt matches, whiskey burning your throat, running at night, fiery gazes, freckles, laughs that expose their teeth, winning an arcade game, the thundering sounds of a crowded bowling alley, hearing music blaring from someone else’s headphones, cherry stained lips.

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TAURUS: Thick hair, septum piercings/nose rings, earthy eyeshadow palettes, red wine, blasting Adele, standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean, leather bound journals, wearing expensive lingerie underneath casual outfits, MAC nudes, splurging at your local bakery, brownstone buildings, suede skirts, online shopping.

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GEMINI: Synth pop playlists, neon signs, blurry nightclub photos, high school cliques, collecting crystals, getting dressed up to go to concerts/festivals, fleeting but intense crushes, conversations composed of gibberish, sitting in diners late at night, body glitter, witty comebacks, complicated coffee orders.

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CANCER: Small tattoos, tasting teardrops on your lips, bed hair, swimming at night, high school English classes, the importance of platonic relationships, herbal tea, random quotes on post it notes, combing a friends hair out of their face, hermit crabs, swallowing the lump in your throat when you’re about to cry.

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LEO: Theatre/drama kids, loud drunks, enthusiastic bear hugs, gold jewellery, leading the pack, grins that are a mixture of mischievous and sinister, eye catching outfits, temporary tattoos, dancers/musicians/painters (artists in general), a flair for the dramatic, flirtatiously winking at strangers, sunflowers.

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VIRGO: New car smell, aesthetic highlighted notes, wire frame glasses, succulents, light denim, eyeliner and sass so sharp, wandering through antique stores, lace bralettes, Fleetwood Mac, flowers blooming, typewriter keys clicking, minty breath, dated polaroids, skepticism, organised bookshelves.

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LIBRA: Collecting teacups, bright coloured pool floats, orchids, soft lips, Valentine’s day memes, float like a butterfly sting like a bee, smearing cream blush onto cheeks, bubblegum, Marina’s Electra Heart era, classic romance novels, songs that reference Paris, hoop earrings, pink lemonade, fluffy blankets.

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SCORPIO: Menthol cigarettes, jealousy, original ChapStick, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, crushed ice, cold hands, picking at your nails, storm clouds rolling in, maroon lipstick, band tees, suppressed emotions, Lorde aesthetic, an air of mystery, standing your ground, monochromatic themes, kept secrets.

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SAGITTARIUS: Roadtrips with the windows down, drunken debates, loose jeans, camping with friends, speeding tickets, kissing strangers, action flicks with surround sound, messy bedrooms, wind swept hair, sneaking out of windows, chasing sunsets, big sunglasses, Ride by Lana Del Rey, backroads, wildflowers.

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CAPRICORN: Black coffee, silver stationary, Arctic Monkeys, pencil sketches, cast iron gates, calligraphy, sleep deprivation, black skinny jeans, well written essays, deadly ambition, unboxing new shoes, absinthe, garter belts, tracing fingers over hardcover books, planning outfits in advance, expensive perfume.

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AQUARIUS: Street smarts, revolutions, racing cars at traffic lights, sci-fi aesthetic, pool parties, dyeing your hair bright colours, spontaneity, conspiracy theories, dream catcher collections, random pockets of knowledge, lava lamps, artistic graffiti, stoner movies, flashing carnival lights, seldom used emojis.

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PISCES: Giggly drunks, heart eyes, making playlists, seeing the good in people, aquariums, daydreaming in class, volunteering at animal shelters, watery eyes, acoustic guitar, anime, childhood teddy bears, shoeboxes full of things, talking to pets, wishing wells, clear umbrellas, flying a kite, philosophy.

[literallee-glitter]

Answer all of the ask game please!!

📷 What's set as your phone's lockscreen? I have a picture of Hook from Once Upon a Time :)

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? Depends on what you’re asking. To eat on its own? Chocolate. To add in a dish? Cheese.

✨ Do you have any nicknames? Honestly depends on who you ask.

🎵 Last song you listened to? Some D&D background music.

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? Nah.

😏 Are you on discord? I am.

�� Do you have any piercings? Yes, currently I have 9.

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? Their personality. It encompasses so much such as compassion, loyalty, sympathy, etc.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? A snickerdoodle. I don’t have an explanation for this answer, but it is what came to mind. Maybe I’m hungry.

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? Cat person.

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. I have an industrial piercing, and if I wear headphones too long it starts to get sore.

🌼 What's the last thing you said out loud? “And sleep in the same house as the traitor? No.”

🙃 What's a weird fact that you know? If you uncurled your small intestine and a French horn, they’re about equal in length.

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? I’m hardly a person and I’m definitely not an owl.

🧸 Favorite place to nap? In my bed with no alarm set.

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? I’m a huge huge huge ally.

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. Sleepy, snarky, and silly.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? Jeans.

🥤 What's your go-to Starbucks order? Ugh, it WAS the smores frappichino. So now I just get a caramel frappichino.

🧡 A color you can't stand? I like all colors.

💎 What's your most prized possession? After my cats, my dream catcher, dice, and crystals are pretty important to me.

☕ Coffee or tea? No thank you.

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? Any type of big cat.

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? Tonight? Like 30 min. All time? Idk.

🌴 Desert island item? A speedboat to get me off said island.

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. Comfortably emo.

🔮 What's your dream job? I want to work for Disney as an American Sign Language Interpreter, with a side gig as a grief counselor for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing community.

💙 Relationship status? Single.

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. I have a couple, but a go-to lately is a pair of black shorts that have a moon and stars on them, an oversized black tee (I have many,) my d20 earring and black vans.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? Pick a Disney song.

🤎 What color is your hair? It’s suppose to be black but I think it looks more a super dark brown.

💌 Do you talk to yourself? Oh all the time.

💄 Do you wear makeup? On occasion.

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? Any compliment about my eyes.

💞 @ your favorite blog. @elegancearousal @fathertickletime

[gmandco]

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[deepforestgender]

An End

Atlas was rushing towards the forest, away from the furious shouting and the undeniable click of a firearm being reloaded. They had known that sneaking into a farm in rural Texas could only end badly, but the piercing hunger they felt eventually convinced them to take the risk. As Atlas reached the woods, safe but empty handed, they once again considered begging for food in town but knew that would most likely lead to trouble. People seeing some homeless person seemingly in their teens would lead to them getting stuck in the foster care system, which would be quite the hassle. Neither hunger nor the shotguns of their robbery victims would kill them anyway, but both were still very uncomfortable. While Atlas sat under the trees lit up by the rising sun, pondering over what to do, they thought over how they even got here.

Atlas had existed longer than anyone could remember, themself included. They had never had anyone to guide them or tell them about their origin, so they were left asking. Most of their existence had faded out of their memory, and they could only recall a fraction of the many things they had experienced. They had encountered people from vastly different times and parts of the world, and had been treated many different ways. Some people saw them as a god, others as a monster. Atlas always preferred being treated like a person though. While real friendships of theirs were scarce and short lived, it always started with that. Someone saw a person when everyone else saw something nonhuman.

Atlas had used many different names during their time, but when they spent some time in Greece during the early 400s B.C. they encountered the name Atlas. It stuck out to them and they decided to use it for the time being. Since then it had simply stuck around.

When the Cold War ended, Atlas had thought it would be a great idea to head to the U.S. to see what had changed during the last 100 years or so, a decision they would come to gravely regret. Now they sat here in some woods in rural Texas, contemplating whether it would be worth risking their freedom to get some food.

Soon they began to feel their thoughts slowing down. The morning had turned into early day, and with it came the heat. Eventually, when their mind just felt like mush, Atlas decided that cooling off came first. They could fix the food problem afterwards. There was a small stream running through the forest in front of them, hopefully it would lead to something big enough to cool them down. Atlas started wandering along the stream while slowly whistling to themself, and the further down the stream they went the deeper the forest felt. The trees went from exaggerated bushes to magnificent oaks, the mostly visible sky shifted into a thick green ceiling, and a scent of flowers and moss replaced the smell of arid dirt. While the forest got more and more forest-y, Atlas’s confusion grew. How was there such a dense forest in the middle of Texas?

Eventually they reached a large clearing in the woods, and the stream finally led them to what they were looking for. A large pond, located in the middle of the glade. With a sigh of relief, Atlas pulled off their sweaty shirt and threw themself into the pond. The feeling of the cool water flowing around their body could only be described as angelic, and for a couple of seconds they forgot how hungry they were. The feeling of total euphoria didn’t last long though, as their empty stomach didn’t simply disappear. That’s when they realized the abundance of fruit trees and berry bushes around them.

“This simply must be paradise”, Atlas thought to themself before feasting. They didn’t know how much time had gone by as they sat on the ground gorging upon a berry bush, when a gust of cold air hit them. They turned around to see a dark silhouette behind them. Standing there was a tall woman in a long black dress looking at them. She wore multiple small gold chains around her neck and in her ears hung small dream catchers with seemingly infinite intricacy and detail. Her straight black hair flowed around her, framing her pale face. Her cold eyes, while not hostile, felt unavoidable and across them passed a quick look of surprise before returning to a satisfactory determination. “Hello Atlas,” she greeted pleasantly.

Atlas felt a sudden rush of fear.

“Who’s this? Why does she know my name? Is she here to take me?”, rushed through their mind. Seeing her made them suddenly remember all the times they got burned at the stake, lost most of their blood, or fell to what should have been their death. The lady saw Atlas' eyes fill with pain and fear, and said “You don’t have to worry, that pain will never return.” Upon seeing their questioning expression she added “I guess you expected to never meet me.” She held out a welcoming hand. “I am Death. Nice to meet you.”

Atlas’s panic was defeated by their curiosity and they couldn’t stop themself from asking what they had wondered their entire life. “Do you know where I came from?”, they asked. Death looked amused. “I do, and I intend to tell you, but I’ll want to do one thing for me after it.” “Sure!”, Atlas answered, too excited about finally knowing the full story to worry about what it could mean.

“For a long time the Earth was a barren place… and so was my heart. Until she appeared and changed everything. My darling, my love and the greatest on Earth. You humans call her Life.” In Death’s eyes appeared a pleasant warmth for a moment before she returned to the story. “She had quite the passion for creation and always came up with new stuff. Most of the time I got to clean up after her, but it was all oh so worth it. Seeing and sometimes receiving her amazing creations were the greatest of joys. Humans were one of her latest big projects and she went all out with multiple design phases and drafts.” She smirked thinking back to her girlfriend’s obsessions. “That’s how you came into the picture. You were one of the first mostly complete drafts, and therefore never really brought to reality. That was the plan at least.” Death let out a heavy sigh. Though challenging, Atlas managed to keep themself from asking about anything. The truth about their background was more important than answers to unnecessary philosophical questions such as what happens after death. She continued.

“During one of our date nights she went a bit heavy on the wine, and in her very drunken state she decided to go through her series materials and creations. The result was your existence.”

Death paused before further explaining, “The next day she woke up, so utterly embarrassed that she didn’t speak of what had happened. Therefore I didn’t know and couldn’t take you back when I should have. That was, until last night when she finally told me, and we decided to find you.”

There it was. The answer Atlas had been looking for their entire life. Suddenly, the question that they had been asking for so long didn’t feel that important anymore. Atlas didn’t know how to feel or react, so they simply stood there for a while. Death patiently waited for them, being quite experienced with people feeling existential dread.

Eventually Atlas looked up into Death’s eyes with an almost defeated look. “What do you want me to do?”, Atlas asked Death. “I think you already know”, Death answered with an indecipherable look. While looking into the comfortable infinity that was Death’s eyes, the realization dawned on them. The knowledge of their background wasn’t the only unobtainable thing that would finally be accessible for them. Something that they had long since given up on, and stopped hoping for. The possibility of following all their loved ones, when they all inevitably left them. The ability to leave the Earth before the Earth left them. Atlas would finally die.

That thought overwhelmed them. After watching everyone they ever met eventually die, over and over again, they simply grew numb. Now, with the relief of an end in sight, all the grief came bubbling back, and their eyes began to water. For the first time in centuries, Atlas cried.

Death, watching Atlas’s emotions unfold, opened her arms for them. She felt quite the sympathy for this person, walking the Earth for such a long time with no one to truly know them. Humans weren’t made for that kind of strain.

Atlas fell into her comforting embrace with a sense of catharsis. When they stepped back they were bleeding. All the wounds and all the damage that should have killed them had returned, but there was no pain. They fell to their knees on the wet grass, and when they looked up there stood a second figure next to Death. With luscious golden hair, and a round face wearing an apologetic smile, there stood a woman. “I’m sorry for the trouble. I hope you had a good one”, Life said. “I wish you the best.” As Atlas’s vision faded, Life grabbed Death’s hand and waved.

Atlas smiled.

[brianaboutique]

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[page-2-ids]

Queue checc?

Sure! (in partial order bc I’m too lazy to get them completely in the right order and this is shorter for terms that aren’t in exactly the grouping I listed them in)

Butch/Femme/Azurboy/Rosboy/Vir/Era Velvolvergenders

Rosboy/Rosgirl/Azurgirl -collector genders

80s/90s/00s/10s Sixxgenders

80s/00s/10s Leegenders

Right/left -nipierced genders

Sadist/masochist/dom/sub -ish genders

Multiple Street of Dreams, Snuff, and Better lyric genders (I can expand if you want)

Vir/Era Slipknotgenders

Snuffcomfic

Femme/Futch/Butch/Rosboy/Rosgirl/Azurboy/Azurgirl/Era/Avire Linkinian genders

Genders for all the verses and guitar solos in Better

Vir/Era/Avire/Azurboy/Azurgirl/Rosgirl/Futch Mikeygenders

Era/Femme/Butch/Azurboy/Azurgirl/Rosboy Slashgenders

Vir/Era/Futch/Butch/Femme/Era/Vir Gerardgender

Matte/Shimmer/Metallic/Cream eyeshadow genders

Leather tophat and cowboy hat genders

-sung genders for Corey Taylor, Vince Neil, and Bret Michaels

Regular cowboy cat gender

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn song and -soloic genders

-namic genders for Axl and Gerard

Gender that’s tagged with Fluff on Tumblr

80s Jongender

Catcher in the Rye song gender

Suffix for genders related to being inspired in some way

Gender related to nipple piercings

[dandelionfairywish]

Princess Dandelion Dream Catcher : Character Profile

art by SleepyAngelStella

First name: dandelion Middle name(s): dream Surname: catcher Age:124 Date of birth: 19 /12 / 98 mythical creature: fairy Current residence: In your dream's Relationship status: in love with fictional characters Social status: princess

Physical Appearence

Eye colour:: Hazel Hair colour: purple Tattoos: 1 Piercings: 0 Typical clothing: Gothic, love a jumper and a jacket with a hoodie

Personality

Likes: reading , writing , Disney , watching Korean , Chinese, Japanese ,Thailand and Taiwan dramas , bluey, dogs , musical theatre Dislikes: mushrooms , the dark , loud noise, cat’s , clowns

weaknesses: math , big crowds, , mushrooms , loud noise , places without ramps , transport , being touched

strengths: reading , writing

Others Occupation: Dream fairy / YouTube / writer Favourite types of food: noodles Favourite types of drink: hot chocolate Favourite colours: purple Favourite type of music: mcfly, Disney green day , musical theatre Other info: has cerebral palsy

links https://www.youtube.com/@dandeli0nwish

https://www.instagram.com/wishdream01/