#i 100% mean to sound like an old person but kids these days need to slow tf down

[dhdrawings]

I just saw a post where someone was asking about what new fandom to move onto when their current show was over and I just-

I dont wanna make this a 'technology bad, social media/algorithm make brain move too quick' post but y'all drop fandom way too fast

The shows not even over yet and you're searching for a new fandom??? Like they asked for new shows but what baffled me is they asked for fandom specifically as well.

Like a series doesn't have to be ongoing for you to continue enjoying it and creating things for it and enjoying the things others create. Fandoms did not use to die as a series did. I cant understand why it's like that now

[christinebloodwrittings]

To hunt or be hunted #6

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Summary: Bickering, divorces, life and death matters, after-life is so dynamic! Warnings: A little bit of angst.

Hazbin Taglist: @sakuraluna2468 @boogiemansbitch @mysterypotatoink @sibsteria @cherry-cola-100 @readergirlstuff @phoenixica24

Sorry for taking too long, next part will have smut.

The spell had worked far too well, your unconscious and inner instincts were brought to the surface. Meaning: when Lucifer turned around in bed, fast asleep of course, you pulled him back as the big spoon, hugging him close.

The problem started when you squeezed him too much, the pained expression in your face hurt him, he didn’t understood why, but it did. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” could it be that you suffered just as much as him? The need for someone was a type of suffering he wouldn’t wish for anyone, not even the worst of sinners.

He leaned close to your face, cleaning your tears away, when suddenly you started making a loud sound, with vibrations coming from your throat, almost sounded like a motorcycle engine tying to start. But then it hit him, like a flying brick no less.

You purred!

Immediately a smile that attempted to break his whole face was drawn in his face, he was terribly tempted to do more things to make you purr.

Your body has a biological clock that started developing seven years ago, matching Charlie’s clock and insane routine. But that morning, your body wouldn’t take the hint and move, you were too busy enjoying the remanent of rem sleep to bother with affairs of life.

Meanwhile, Lucifer was overworking his head thinking what if he gave you too much of a dose of the spell? He did the amount he gave Charlie as a child to help her sleep. Or maybe you were far too tired, that and the spell put you in the state you were in. He sighed, fixed your position to avoid atrophies, then started his routine.

He took over breakfast duty, making pancakes, he found a box full with cards, written on them old recipes with scratched pencil notes around. He smiled following your instructions for the protein shakes for Vaggie and Angel, finding them rather flavorful.

“Woah thanks dad, is Y/n okay, though?” Charlie became suspicious when there was a strange radio silence when she greeted you good morning, as always, and suddenly his father was early doing breakfast, when he didn’t rouse out of bed before noon.

“Yes, but let the poor thing rest okay? She was a bit worn” the dining room fell silent.

“How ya’ know that? Scandal” Angel winked at him, “I wonder what else is cookin’ in the king’s chambers” Husk slipped, earning a slight kick on his ancle from Alastor across from him at the table.  

“We slept together last night, not in a weird way of course” Lucifer tried to be as cheery he could to hide his enthusiasm, clearly not helping Charlie’s cold feeling going up and down her body, and Alastor’s neck vein almost ready to pop and ruin his coffee.

“Dad, no” she knew the condition of your deal, one more year and you’ll be as dead as she will, literally. “What do you mean?” she had to swallow her concern to shape it as a ‘Dad I don’t think your new girlfriend is going to stick’ act, like a true divorce trauma kid.

“I mean it’s Y/n, okay? She’s often unpredictable and a very closed up person” all eyes went on Charlie, suspicion, what else was she not speaking of? Not they got a reason to doubt. “Well, She’s rather sweet when she wants to” she knew that, but that was not the point, “Yes, but…don’t get attached, that’s all”.

Lucifer burrowed his eyebrows, “Why would you say that, Charlie?” she easily begun to loath how weird her own name sounded entwined with his father’s hurt voice, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, if she someday…leaves, okay?” to just mention the incident brought a pain in them that Alastor would enjoy any other day, but you, he slept with you, now that was a thought hammering in his head non-stop.

“I won’t kiddo, I’m the big boss remember?” his happiness couldn’t make him glow more than he already did, it pissed the Radio man, but his coffee took a detour to his lungs when Angel asked with a mischievous wink, “How was she like, shorty?” he embraced the pain of holding the impulse to cough out of reflex, Lucifer noticing that he smiled and ‘innocently’ finished cutting Alastor’s head off, figuratively. “Very warm and soft” ‘bastard’ Alastor thought.

As Lucifer prepared your plate of pancakes, also frying some bacon, one of Alastor’s tendril’s flew inches passed his cheek, striking the wall in front of him.  

“If you want to kill me, this is the wrong way to do it buddy” He didn’t flinched, nor moved at all, he just casually flipped the bacon, not even bothering to see the enraged demon behind him.

“What did you do to her?” his distorted voice echoed though the walls, “I simply wanted to sleep a bit better, and boy I did, her body is so soft, it’s exactly like falling asleep on a cloud” suddenly their faces were dangerously close, Alastor’s eyes had gone completely black, his mouth dripping a green gooey looking liquid.

“If you hurt her-” the radio demon got interrupted by the king’s mock laughter, “Since when you care about someone that isn’t yourself?” that hit him hard in his honor, “That’s for me to know, pest, stay the fuck away from her” he noticed his intimidation wasn’t really working, so he fumed down into his regular form.

“Mister deer is feeling threatened? Or even better, jealous?” Lucifer took the crispy bacon out of the pan, plating it into a separate dish from the pancakes as the demon laughed,  “HA! You wish, she’s a darling friend, I just would hate to discover she has a bad taste” he emphasized the word friend, his mouth burning like acid being poured onto his tongue.

Alastor was about to leave the room, but Lucifer’s tone turn into a heavily severe one, “You better step up your game pal, she came out of your room crying and insanely alert” the radio hist froze in place, “I don’t know what you did, but I doubt she’ll forgive you” Lucifer came into view, holding a silver tray.

“My advice, apologize, from your non-existent heart” Alastor rolled his eyes, “Apologizing is for the weak and the stupid” the king moved past him, levitating a tea pot, poring freshly made tea into your designated mug, “Perfect, you’re being both”.

“If I find out that you caused her to cry again, I will erase you” he switched back to his cheerly attitude, so easily that it took Alastor out of guard, “Do he have an understanding, fawn?” the insult rolled out Alastor’s tongue as easy as breathing in response, “Fuck you”.

“I’ll take that as a yes” just as Lucifer was taking his leave, Charlie opened the door, “Is everything okay here?” his father smiled and patted her shoulder, “Yes! Matter of fact, Alastor here offered himself to take over dish duty while Y/n’s resting” he then left a very Alastor fuming and a shining in happiness Charlie.

When he opened the door of his room, you were sat on the bad stretching, “Oh golly, you’re awake!” your hair was messy, pajama shirt falling off your shoulder, “I was afraid I had over done it; how do you feel?” he made his way to you, setting the tray on the nightstand, handing you the tea cup.

“Like I was ran over, I don’t think I’ve ever slept that soundly in my life” the bitter taste of the tea made it to your mouth, you immediately felt better. “I bet, I made you some pancakes, I got fruits and bacon in case these aren’t enough” he sat next to you handing you a bite piece of pancakes on a fork.

Fussing, you opened your mouth and allowed him to feed you, “How is it? Maybe I added a little too much sugar” too much sugar, but when food is made with care it shows on the taste. Worst thing happened when you started purring, your hand went straight to your throat, “Ignore this, please, it will go away on its own”.

Lucifer smiled lovingly, “Well I have to say, I was pretty surprised when I first heard you purr, I thought you had a monstrous snore, but even if you did it was pretty cute” he giggled, again you were flabbergasted, how many times you could be in less than 12 hours?

Everything, is that weird? Everything you knew about him, what the nuns of the convent you winded up in told you, was awfully misguided or it was just one side of the moon. That one was a funny one, you killed a mob boss, and then ran away with a bullet stuck on your knee, thank god adrenaline is a serious booster. A nun found you bleeding on the statue of whomever saint that was, and offered you housing.

When they started yapping about how submissive a woman should be to a man, you ran away.

“Oh, sorry, was it something I said? Does it taste that bad?” he must’ve seen you spacing, otherwise his anxiety wouldn’t had shown up. “It’s been a while since someone had cooked for me” if you had a tail that could wag, it would be doing it.  

“How long?” he tucked a lock of his golden hair behind his pointy ear, for some reason you wanted to do that. “Since I was around…fifteen” his expression looked pained, “That’s so sad, I’m not an expert cook, but I can take over if you’d want me to” you took another bite, they were too sweet but fluffy and crispy on the edges, it was delightful.

“It’s okay, I like to have a function, makes me feel useful” looking down at his hands, he wasn’t wearing his gloves, his fingers had burnt spots and old cuts, looking around at the ducks in the room kind of gave you an idea.

“I understand that, now please eat, you will feel the pain of hunger if you don’t” his intoxicating good mood was starting to rub off on you.

He happily told you that you could use his shower and whatever you needed, he insisted when you reminded him that your room was down the stairs, you didn't want to continue arguing with him so you gave in.

You materialized clean undergarments and uniform, while the citrusy caramel smell of his shampoo was delightfully replacing your lavender normal scent. Now what was on the devil’s mind when he offered? Nothing, he was being nice, but he hoped to have you as his guest in his chambers more often, so the least he could do was being a good host.

The door opened, your hair up in a wet bun, you wore a black shirt with white leather straps, a pair of black dress pants and brown high knee boots. He enthusiastically offered to do your hair, glowing like Charlie did when she offered the same a few years back.

He had you sat on a stool while he blow-dried your hair and combed it.

“Going back on taking over, I may need you to, I won’t be here for dinner” you spoke, remembering a certain rendezvous you had later, “Lady’s night?” the Goetia had a reunion, sadly since you had killed some of them, you had also inherit their titles (On paper) so making an appearance was mandatory, otherwise they would drag you from wherever you were, like last year.

“Something like that” you dismissed the subject, “I’ll compensate you for it, you can go crazy but leave everything clean, otherwise Nifty will have your head” he hummed in agreement as he ate a piece of fruit that you left on your plate.

“Hey” you called for him, softly, before he could turn around, you hugged him, having to lean down a little given the height difference, “Thank you, for last night” since your arms were across his chest, he took your hand and placed a kiss.

“I’ll be returning late tonight, there’s no need for you to wait up for me” he feared you would be too tired to walk up the stairs to return to his room, “You know you can…come back, right? Here, I mean” you nodded, “Yes, I’ll slip in between, I just don’t want you to wait me up” he turned in your arms and gave you a good squeeze,  “Okay”.

🍎📻

Being the chef wasn’t your only obligation, it was also the tobacco distribution company you owned. At least in the pride ring, you were the only supplier.

Valentino, as annoying as he could be, was your highest buyer. No matter how much he wanted to fight you he can’t, otherwise he would have to arrange deals in between the rings of Wrath and Greed, the paper work that involves that would take a literal eternity to sort out.

The main fabric is managed by an Imp. Anyone could ask why, if hell-borns are known for being untrustworthy, but she was the only hell-born who willingly asked you to work for you, (Demanded is a better term), she was also loyal and hardworking. The rest of workers were souls who are under contract via soul.

Like other overlords, you managed them under a schedule and a monthly salary, what makes you stand out is the free housing on fabric grounds, health insurance, strict conduct policies and a safe work environment.

It was a known fact that Valentino does not offer health insurance…He should, though.

You had another set of obligations, with the Goetia.

After the duels that cost the clan three members, you were brought to a meting with tons of paper work. Then a mock ceremony with Paimon naming you part of royalty of hell. All with a ‘what the fuck’ face, because the three nobles forgot to mention that detail.

It was a very old tradition in their clan, that the winner of any official duel earns the titles, lands, possessions and current income of the defeated. So you got royally screwed.

You were forced to sit and listen to Paimon blabbering about himself, the nepotism going around his family of arrogant and selfish bastards, except stolas of course, and how much he hates other demons or Imps…Yes, with you being in or outside the room, he didn’t cared.

Stolas was in the middle of a divorce procedure, since he didn’t had a network of friends you offered to be his witness for the signing.

Which brings you to that very moment: Stella fussing and cursing, Andrealphus, as her witness, throwing you either shit or intents of seduction. Stolas re considering his entire life, you with a very thin string of patience left, and Paimon stretching the meeting as much as he could as to not get the divorce through.

“Whiskey, neat no ice” you wanted to dissolve, right on the seemingly pine smelling bar table you ended up on after the meeting. “Looking rather overdressed for a joint like this one, miss” the bartender sassed as he put your drink down, “One more comment and you’ll be breathing through a tube” he retreated to clean some glasses.

“That’s some jolly attitude” you recognized that voice, “Not today James, I ain’t in the mood for your shit” your ex-husband, build like some kind of bug demon, his smile as gross as it was in life, stood in front of you, smelling like cat piss and having his suit all worn out.

“Oh come now, I just came here to chat and gamble” you rolled your eyes at him “What else is new?” he chuckled, “How about a hand of poker? For old times’ sake” he made a little bow, as if he was still a gentleman, pathetic.

You said yes, reluctantly. Good thing that the bartender picked on your sour mood, refilling your glass every time he saw it empty.

“Hey Alden, it’s not like you can gamble your daughter twice” one of his drinking buddies referred to how bad he was losing, “That’s a fucked up joke” another said, “I wish it was, drunk people always tell the truth” your poker face was so bad, only they looked at your hate filled eyes with fear, James being completely unaware.

“Okay James, how about we bet something?” he looked up from his shitty cards, “If I win, I’ll introduce you to a friend of mine, your dream of being in the showbiz will finally be true” you thought Alastor could have a swing at him, “Swell, and if I win I get to make you my bitch again” his pals tried to warn him, but you had a royal flush on your hands, and the biggest shit eating grin in your face “Sure pal, let’s see how this ends”.  

You pushed the Hotel doors, tripping on your heels and the hem of your long dress, “Woah hold right there, hot stuff” Angel helped you up, eyes shooting open as he saw you, “Y/n?! You sure as hell clean up NICE!” you laughed, hanging onto his shoulders, slowly steading yourself, “Where were you all dolled up?” he sat you at one of the bar stools, “Just a business meeting, but I appreciate the compliments” Angel made a move to Husk, “Have a drink with us then, on me” he served you water on a shot glass, to make you sober up a little, “Can’t, I’ve worn out my gams*” you still took the shot as if it was vodka.

The Radio Demon was in for a little night cap at the parlor, when he took a look at you, a drunken mess in a beautiful hair-do and dress. He felt an electric feeling going down his knees, especially when you smiled at him, “Alastor, just the man I wanted to see, you want to be forgiven and have the laugh of your life?” you jumped off the stool, tripping again on your dress, and falling against Alastor’s chest.

“Yes?” he brushed your dripping mascara off with his thumb, “Just outside this door is my ex-husband, I just found out he sold my new born daughter to the mafia, would you care to make him a voice in your broadcast? A permanent one” the pain in your expression was drowned by the fleeting happiness the alcohol created, at the same time as he picked on the situation, he also founded terribly difficult to remain unfazed.

“On one condition” you melted on the way he spoke, and his hand touching your face, “That I don’t shove my axe up your ass for the stupidity you told me last night? Or spill the fact that you have a little fluffy tail?” his ears shot back as you whispered the last bit, “Join me afterwards for a chat” you laughed, again making yourself a little steadier on the floor.

“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow, I already drank twice my weight in whiskey” he took your hand, kissed your palm and your knuckles, his eyes full of determination, “Deal” his prongs grew as much as his body as he directed himself to the door.

“And Alastor” He stopped midways, looking back at you, “Please make him regret it” he was about to burn the guy alive, only for you, “It will be my pleasure” after saying that he disappeared at the other side of the door.  

Immediately after that, you figured with your current level of alcohol, you needed to reach a soft spot. Somehow you made it upstairs, stumbling your way to the king's room. Your heels were left on a corner, so did your dress when you changed into the kitty pajamas.

The sound of sheets drawn your attention to the bed, soon after you saw him sit up, rubbing his eyes as he stretched a little before smiling when he finally saw you. His loving face made you want to hug him.

"Hey~, how was it?" He extended his hand, making grabbing mannerisms as you walked to his side to take his hand, "Awful, I stink of alcohol, so I'll be back after I-" he pulled you to himself, not caring about the raw whiskey smell, "You had a bad time wearing that dress? Next time I'll tag along" he sassed, chuckling into your neck.

"Prince Stolas got divorced, good for him to be honest, his ex-wife is a case" he made an ah sound in understanding, "A royal pain in the ass, those meetings with Paimon, right?" You sighed into his hair, he knew what you were going to do, he just wanted you to tell him.

"There's no fooling you, huh?" You got him to laugh again, "They got you so good, now, I imagine you're doing those three guys chores" you pinched his side for his audacity, "The boost of rep was not worth it, and now they want me to marry and fuck one of them, over my dead body" he moved to top you, his face inches away from yours.

"Funny, I thought they were sticks in the mud" his eyes sparkled, as he laid down on your breast, slowly, testing your reaction, you just kept sighing and talking.

"They are, but their slurs won't bring those assholes back, so they have to deal with me" he weighted a bit, but you didn't mind it, in fact he almost began purring when you absentmindedly started petting his head.

"Next time I'll go with you, they won't say a thing about you in my presence" he enjoyed how your hand made its way through his scalp, he missed that, very much.

"I don't think I'll make it to the next one, my deal ends before that, I have to start planning who will inherit my shit" his blood froze, a familiar feeling invaded him as he remembered what Charlie had told him.

"Where will you go?" If you had been sober perhaps you would have thought of an excuse not to answer him, but whiskey took the only opportunity you had to blackmail Alastor about his tail, and now you were half-confessing your deal with his daughter.

Blame the alcohol and his abandoned puppy face.

"I can't explicitly tell you, neither can Charlie, but I will tell you this, please don't let her burry me in hotel grounds" Reality hit him like a truck on the highway. With his arms on the sides of your head he stood up, looking more serious and hurt.

"You will die? What kind of shitty deal are you in!?" the high note in his voice made your ears hurt, "The kind a person does when doesn't want to live anymore?" out of nowhere you started laughing, "Actually, Charlie's mission was for her to find a reason for me to continue living, so far, nothing worth my time".

"Then...make me your reason".

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Gams*: Woman's legs.

Part 7

[skelesunderthetale]

How about what they would do on a date? Like activities and stuff like that

What they would like to do with you

Characters: Blue, Dream, Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Goth

💞

Underswap (Blue) Blue would love to share his passion for sports and exercise with you! Going on a walk, at the gym, at the beach to play some volleyball and then cool off by getting in the water… Not only are they good habits, but also they are some things that he likes and wants you to enjoy just as much. If you aren’t used to sporty activities, if you had bad experiences, it’s okay! If you are willing to try stuff out, he’ll be empathetic of your experiences and make sure to be attentive and guiding. If you aren’t ready and prefer to stay in, he’s also fine with watching action movies, comedies, or even cheesy romance with you. At least he can cuddle with his favorite person meanwhile! Dreamtale (Dream) Dream doesn’t have much time on his hands, it’s obvious. When he has enough time, and when he can actually put all his attention on you, he likes to either stay inside your home to fully relax together, do some puzzles, cross stitch, read, or even watch documentaries. He only likes TV when it makes people learn things, good luck making him watch reality shows (he’s old). If you actually want him to take you out, he’d propose a nice dinner somewhere calm and cozy, or go on a walk in a special garden place. Dreamtale (Nightmare) Nightmare being himself, he hates going out during the day, or at least when it’s sickeningly sunny and pretty. He likes foggy weather, when it’s dark, and when you can look up and see the clouds almost hiding the moon. Speaking of the moon, that’s probably one of the calmest activities you can do with him: star gazing. If you are sleeping, he would bother waking you up so you guys can watch the sky together through the big window of your bedroom. Honorable mention to: reading! He’s an old soul (if he still really has one?) and can give you easily any definition you need if you have a hard time reading some of the classics he has in his bookshelves (you saw one that dated from… like… 1798…)

Something New (Killer) Killer loves cats. His hobby is to bring a new cat everytime he comes back from a mission at this point… So to cope with his lack of time that he can spend with you, he simply makes you take care of them with him. Feed them, make sure they are okay, pet them and play with them until they are all sleeping from exhaustion. If you are allergic… Well, he’ll have to think really hard to think about something else to do with you… Actually, he has a very enjoyable sport in mind :) He’s kidding! Unless…

Dusttale (Dust) Dust is a homebody, it takes him an enormous amount of willpower to actually get out of bed each morning to do whatever jobs he needs to finish before sunset. He loves you though, and his brother wants him to do what he can to make you happy. Thank his hallucinations, because they are probably the reason why you didn’t die during your first encounter… If you want to chill at home, well good for him! I mean… you guys! He’s not really doing anything though, he’s kind of just watching you do things. Will it be drawing, dancing, singing, watching a show or video, he’s silently watching. No judgment behind those eyes though, so don’t feel silly or embarassed. If you want to go out, well he just hopes it’s not somewhere like a festival or anything.

Goth (JessyDS comic version) Goth is funny to be around, and like his name can lead to think… he’s goth, and metal, and likes anything that sounds a bit louder than usual. He’s edgy, and it shows. If he was rich, he’d buy you guys tickets to every concert of bands he likes that isn’t a 10 hour drive away. And merch! IT’S EXPENSIVE. The number of times you saw him beg his dad for 10$ then beg his other dad for 100$ (Reaper understands his passion a bit more than Geno does…) When you go to a concert, it’s loud, people stink, the lights blind you, but it’s fine: at least you can feel his wings brushing your back. --- Author note : Im not a poser, and also comments are very welcome! Requests too! I love interacting with the community

[migmiy0221]

Hello, MigMiy.

I'm sorry to interrupt your day, but it is important: I'm asking you to not ship Billie with Barnaby.

I'm sure you mean well, so I'm telling you this with informative means.

Shipping a 15 year old AroAce character with a homoromantic and genderfluid 100+ old ghost is considered problematic.

For one thing it's a minor being shipped with a dead adult, which is many kinds of uncomfortable, to put it mildly.

And the other is, you're working with characters that reflect the personal lives of the devs, and they have expressed discomfort when it came to change their characters' identities for shipping purposes, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Billie, who reflects the main writer's childhood.

Some people in the fandom have pointed this out to another one in the fandom who did the same thing, some time ago, and they've recieved harassment from them. For your own safety, I'm asking you to not follow them, because they've been known to have caused drama for their deliberate pr0shipping.

I'm telling you this as a heads up, as it is important to keep the BBU fandom a safe place for everyone, yourself included. I hope this letter of mine has been informative: I don't want you to be involved in any kind of drama.

Please stay safe, ok? I wish you a good day.

I'm sorry but I will not be doing as you say.

I don't want to sound like a bitch for saying this but it's how I want to live as a person. Don't include me on the fandom if you want because I'm literally a quarter away from leaving because of this, and I don't want to ship other ships that you guys keep telling me to ship because I'm not that kind of person and I'm not a commoner.

Barnaby x Fantoccio makes me uncomfortable.

Elaine and some other fucking character when I'm not going to be doing for a bit because Elaine is one I'm still trying to get used to since I still fucking hate her

Arthur x Aristotle, I already shipped this one as seen in my story.

Any other ship I'm not going to hate, because it's a little bit understandable, but Barnaby and Fantoccio? No thank you. If I had the mind of a person that ships those two, I would still be uncomfortable with the thought of everything and "tree sap" up an owl's ass.

I'll try to explain this in a way with an example of real life people that are in the lgbtq+ community.

Imagine you are a parent who is not non-binary or any of that, and it's just normal. You have a kid and they come up to you and they say that they are non-binary. How would you react to that? Would you support them or would you rid them from your life? This is almost the exact situation that we're in right now. I keep trying to tell people like you that I'm not like you and nothing you can do can get me out.

Even if my mindset is not in the one that you wanted to be in, all you have to know is that I'll never be like you.

Another thing is I like to try out new things, cuz sometimes the regular ones don't seem right to me. Sometimes with new things I stick to them as of it was something I never done before and it will never get old for me.

Just so you know I don't fear people like you and I won't hear anything you want me to do. I don't fear whatever the future holds for me. I get just imagine how many people lose their lives everyday just because of people like you. Making them feel bad about who they came out to be as a person.

And I bet people like you don't even know what the words headcanon and AU means. Targeting a minor just for doing what they love is wrong on many levels. And just so you know my day is not going to get any better because of you. My day is getting worse every day and but I would like to keep it great so I can go back to school and just be normal for the year.

and if you bring this up to me again, then No More Mr "Nice Girl". And I'm done being a people pleaser, cuz sometimes I'll HAVE, not need, HAVE to please people over things that I fucking love and that's the last time I'm going to be doing that since I had to learn very hard that sometimes trying to fit in with people is not going to work if you want to figure out who you are as a person, so I'm not going to be a follower I'm going to be a leader. And don't try to feel sorry for me, because I already do for you.

Let me just try and be the leader/follower for a ship that needs more attention than that fucking Barntoccio bullshit.

Thanks to people like you, I get uncomfortable every time I hear "tree sap".

Sorry not sorry.

-A.S.

[beardeddetectivepaper]

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Karem is one of the top achievers in his school. He is an advanced karate player. He has won trophies in several competitions. He has an ambition to become a doctor in the future.

But the war came, destroyed their dreams, prevented them from practicing their hobbies, and robbed them of their sense of stability and security. Mona and Karem were displaced 7 times. The first time, our house was bombed and completely destroyed. They lost all their memories, toys, and favorite clothes. Every time we escaped death by chance, we were displaced with their little hearts full of fear and panic, and under the sounds of violent bombing.

They are now suffering under a violent war, their lives are under danger a thousand times. They were subjected to siege several times and suffered from thirst, and no one was able to help them with even a sip of water. The fear of bombing follows them everywhere. After the martyrdom of my sister Noura, her husband, and her children, Alma and Aboud, our lives turned into a terrifying nightmare for fear of losing each other. Alma and Aboud were not just cousins ​​to them, but rather like their siblings, very close friends in the same school and spending most of their day with each other.

I lost my home, I lost my sister and her children, and I cannot bear any more loss. And i lost my job. I work as an interior design engineer. I lost my computer, which was my source of income. It burned when my house was bombed. It costs $3,500. I have nothing to rely on. I have lost everything. Now I need a new computer to start over. I am out of the country due to circumstances beyond our ability and my children need to be reunited with their mother. I cannot sleep every day for fear of losing them due to the violent bombing and continuous invasions everywhere. And here is THE BREAKDOWN OF EXPENSES: * Rafah/Egypt crossing: $5,000 per person ( a total of $10,000 for two family members) * ⁠Passport fees: $100 per person (a total of $200 for two family members) * Minimum living costs: $1000 per month (a total of $12,000 for a year) * ⁠House rent : $500 per month * My daughter & son’s education : $3,000 per person per year(a total of $6,000 for a year) *Computer to work on costs $3,500 Help me get my children out from under the fire. To complete their education and rebuild their dreams. Every donation matters. Your donation will have a significant impact on protecting my children from danger, and if you can’t donate, please share this story widely. Thank you for your time. We really appreciate your help.

[amaribelt]

malleus draconia and the pipe organ and why i love it

so. this is going to be a long post and thats because i have to basically tell you the entire history of the pipe organ and how this relates to malleus 'very scary' draconia. i am extreamly sorry but their will be a summary at the end if you just dont care but it would mean alot if you listen to this ramble of mine

CW: lots of mentions of religion churches and cathedrals one cult mention and some book 7 spoilers

-PART ONE TOCCATA AND FUGE IN D MINOR

Pipe organs are everywhere, from weddings and baseball games but one of the most common places to hear an organ is horror movie scoring, from youtube videos of creepy organ music to its first use in a movie doctor jeckle and mr hyde and other arrangements in things like phantom of the opera pipe organs have almost become one with fear dread and horror witch is quite odd with its religious connotations that we will get to in a second.

the pipe organ originated from greece its earliest predecessors are from the 3RD CENTURY BC, these things are quite quite old and required a lot of man power to play before technology. a pipe organ is a piano on steroids it has a bunch of connecting pipes and all of these pipes have different stuff in them to give it a variation of sound sometimes their are reeds like in woodwind instruments and sometimes their are those cut outs from things on recorders. whenever an organist plays a key wind goes through the pipes to make a sound, back in the day air was supplied though enslaved people but now we have electric moters attached to our pipe organs but because of how big pipe organs are it would take many people to get all the air needed to play these things, the Winchester cathedral organ took 2 people to play it and 70 men to blow air into it and the sound from said organ can be heard from throughout the city.

pipe organs are not small and dainty these are MASSIVE instruments that construction has to bend around to make space for all of the organs equipment their are rooms whose sole purpious is for the function and upkeep, organs are an absolute monster of an instrument not only in volume but in the sound they make some of these tones cant be picked up by *human ears* the atlantic city convention hall has a pipe that is 64 feet (19.5072 meters) and that is FOUR AND A HALF STORIES TALL.

-PART 2 BACH, CHURCHES AND HOW ORGANS WORK

not only are these things massive their are petals on the bottom that organists have to PLAY their is music solely for the foot keys their are 3 rows of manuals (keys) and stops (things you pull out to control a selection of pipes and thats where 'pulling out all the stops' came from you are going to 100 percent) and so their is a lot of skill that goes into playing an organ. so unless your like an octopus and have 8 arms or your just insane (just kidding i love you organists) playing the organ was hard

NOW THIS IS WHERE BACH COMES IN, basically one day bach watches into a church with their organ takes a prewritten melody and improvise an 8 part harmony so for non music nerds he went up to an organ started playing the pre written music and off the TOP OF HIS HEAD created 7 other melodies that he had to play with both his HANDS AND FEET. and you wanna know why this is so damn cool, it was almost impossible for organists to practice as theirs nothing that sounds quite like an organ and pianos werent invented yet so if you wanted to practice your organ playing then you were going to need a team of people just to get the air to play and then your scales are going to be heard by everyone in the town. so anyone who could play the organ were hyper privlaged music genius types, because no one would hear them practice on an organ let alone a harpsichord they just show up one day and start playing. thats the kind of person an organist is

those glorified harmonicas that were portable organs werent what people were playing on they would be playing on the organs that were so big they had to be built around by architechs, this is where the church comes in. the fact that you couldnt move them made them great for churches cathedrals and religious establishments and because of how big these were churches were the only ones with the money to fund these organs. theirs a phycology behind it too because these instruments are so big so powerful that the only person that could fulle these endeavors are god himself. so if you could play the organ you were some loner freak of nature who is one of the only people who could handle this machine

-PART 3 JECKLE HYDE AND JESUS

sooo way back at the top i mentioned its first use in jeckle and hyde were picking up that thread again because this is where this comes into play, so in the opening credits of the movie they played toccata and fuege in D minor. (the song i linked in the very top) but following that we get a scene of jeckle playing another peice by Bach  Ich ruf zu dir Herr Jesu Christ (i call to you lord jesus christ) Herr Jesu Christ is originally in F minor but they transposed it to be in the same key as tocatta and feuge they did this not only to show they put thought and care into how these two peices would sound back to back on screen but they did it as musical shorthand

they are using a religious peice of music and instrument to show what kind of character this is, these are gigantic powerful pieces of instruments with heavy religious connotations, i swear we are getting malleus i just need to keep explaining a little more just keep this all in your mind and compare it to what we know about malleus and what other people VIEW the being that is malleus draconia. 3 years after the film jeckle and hyde we get toccata and fuege in another horror movie the black cat, this time played on an actual organ this movie follows a cult leader who plays an organ notably the track that is now associated with villainous characters due to its use in jeckle and hyde. throughout the black cat we hear other organ pieces throughout the film we are no longer looking at religious organ music in the pure and fluffy way it was originally used in churches now we are hearing a sick and twisted use of the organ being used to celebrate satanic cults all of the religious imagery has been corrupted it has had a quite literal fall from grace.

in carnival of souls our main character is in a sort of purgatory and throughout the film she plays guess what an organ for the church. over time shes not able to keep up with the holy and religious music the church expects her to play as her playing goes into something erie and haunting that upsets the minister, as she looses her connection to the living world she cant play the religious music on the organ and thats haunting to the people around her. it isnt the organ thats scary but whos playing it. this man has channeled the power of god in the power of his own home to play this holy instrument and because of the nature of the organ organists have to spend lots of time alone and praticing multiples times a week so they dont sound awful think of this with a religious background all of the power of a god but not pure intentions

-PART 4 MALLEUS DRACONIA

ohh boy we finally made it to malleus draconia this essay of a tumblr post is quite latterly lagging down my laptop but i have a LOT to say. i feel like a lot of people misinterpret malleus as a character due to the fact that hes been a shadow looming over us in the main story although its implied that the character Yuu knows malleus on a much deeper and its implied they spend lots of time together its important to know that we as the audience and the reader dont get to see that, we are purposely being withheld information about him and that adds to the ominous aura he gives off to not only students in NRC but also us as the viewer, we *know* theirs a different side to malleus that we can see in vignettes but thats only a sneak piece into the multilayered cake that is malleus draconia.

somewhere it was revealed that malleus' threateneing aura was a blessing and i dont remember where i saw it but i swear i saw it on a chapter 7 translation so if anyone knows what im talking about please let me know, because of this he has been 'cursed' to be feared by all humans and respected by all fae to the point they treat him and anyone in the draconia family as a GOD. (see heres that religious mention again) i don't want to say malleus has a god or superiority complex but the people around him certainly do see him as superior due to his family heritage and the fact that hes one of the top 5 mages at such a 'young' age (for fae standards) and due to his magical status and what his family has done for the biar valley other are not only put off by him he has that intimidating aura curse thing that makes other people who arent fae put off and avoid him. something that was ment as a blessing has only caused more sorrow for malleus as people isolate him, he has so few opprotunities to have a social life.

its heavily implied (i swear it said it somewhere im just tierd its 11:55 at night as of writing) that music is an important part of fae culture, lilia has a tallent for multiple instuments and can supposedly sooth crying infants. malleus' humming is overlayed durring his spell when he overblots and in lilias dream we hear his mom singing so its all heavily implied that music is important to fae in twisted wonderland just like it is in our real life folklore.

we see malleus play the organ at the end of the endless halloween event and although theirs one line that suggest that malleus has a bit of trouble not everyone is able to improv on an organ like bach did, we still see him play in the twistune although we dont hear it but its implied that malleus can play the organ(we hear like one bit of the opening but we dont hear it during the song but the like 3 seconds are good so)

it makes perfect sense for malleus to play the organ its an instrument that requires alot of isolation and dedication to master lest you have the whole city know you cant play, the godfearing loyalty of fae in the briar valley who treat the draconia family like gods and the humans so afraid of them they avoid them like the plague. the religious connotations of the organ with the twisting of that religious imagery all line up so well with malleus draconia as a character. the twisting of a once holy instrument into something horrid and demonic just fits with malleus so well i wish it was all intentional but i know im giving too much credit where its not due as this is just the unhindged hyper fixated ramblings of a teenager.

-TLDR </333

the pipe organ has lot of religious connotations and has often flipped those one its head to give a spookey vibe in horror movies witch is why pipe organs have become a holy wood go to for a evil character. these instruments are so expensive and require to much work to put into them characters associated are offten high class and loners preferring to keep to themselves, sometimes their is a religious aspect to the character and that correlates with their playing of the organ. malleus draconia is viewed by many as a god has a terrifying aura to him and is prown to isolation by his peers.

giving the twst devs to much credit is the name of my game as i see too much symbolism in things where theirs not

thank you for reading especially if you read all of it i love you alot<333333333333333333333333333333333333333

[amazinglyegg]

JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!

The most basic survivor with the most basic story! Very long ramble about him below the cut (sorry)

Physical appearance

Short, skinny, pale (malnourished vibes)

Part way through his story he loses his eyes from a grenade and gets synth eyes as prosthetics

Has scars all over his body from that incident, as well as the average amount of scars for a wastelander

Always wears long sleeves, usually a white tshirt

Jean jacket over top with some silly little patches!!!

I am terrible at clothes so idk what pants he wears. Vaguely grey probably

Other outfits you'll see him in are any random clothes he needs when going undercover in the railroad (he keeps an outfit in his bag for synths still in their old uniform!) and rarely the Brotherhood flight suit when it's laundry day

Backpack

Big ol' hiking backpack he scavenged in sanctuary, also ties his sleeping bag on the bottom

Food, water, and caps are necessary

Sketchbook and pencil to keep him busy while having to sit around and wait, loves sketching and journalling

Teddy bear! Lovingly named Mr. Cuddlesworth, keeps him tucked away so nothing bad happens to him

Fancy Lads for any synths he comes across, also (not in the picture) a blank box filled with chems for bribing his way out of problems with raiders and the like

Uses his baseball bat, especially before he got comfortable with guns, but occasionally uses Rightous Authority and a combat shotgun

Keeps an extra knife on hand as well as pepper spray and a rape whistle, both of which he kept on his body since pre-war

Stats!

Physically weak but very perceptive - not very high charisma but his perception usually helps him along

High perception means he has very sensetive ears, which can both be useful and a problem (prone to sensory overload!)

His perks aren't based on his SPECIAL at all

Medic - he was trained as a scribe in the Brotherhood of Steel, much more comfortable healing than fighting

Vans - He's practically reliant on his pipboy to keep track of all his quests! It has a detailed map and GPS that can even give directions out loud

Rooted - He's a freeze response type of guy. 100% deer in the headlight vibes

Personality

He's a big ol' scaredy cat!

Trauma from the vault has left him absolutely terrified of enclosed spaces, the dark, and radroaches. Also dislikes loud sounds, the cold, alcohol, and chems

He likes touch and always gives out hugs and handshakes! He also likes the sun (and light), nature, sweets, sleeping, being non-violent, and brahmin

He's a crybaby and will cry at every little thing. Just give him 15 minutes and he'll be fine

He's very naive and trusting, especially starting out. He just blindly goes along with what anyone says, and that becomes an extreme as he tries to cope with how much the world changed

Everything's in ruins now? Okay. There's cows with two heads? Okay. You're going to rob me and steal all my money? Okay... wait.

Always tries to see the best in people and things, and will much rather get shot than risk shooting someone who may not be a danger to him (hey, maybe they're only aiming a gun at him because they misunderstand! We can talk things out!)

Very rarely gets angry or loses his cool - tends to just cry instead. Not too great in the wasteland!

He doesn't like kids (and didn't like Shaun, which he feels guilty about...) despite being so childish and friendly. He gets along with them great! He just... doesn't like them...

Story

Jay has two storylines of sorts, one of my first playthrough and one of my second playthrough that diverges a bit

My first playthrough is a Railroad playthrough

Jay is Shaun's older brother. Their father was a veteran and Sanctuary was a small neighborhood specifically advertised as PTSD/veteran friendly (AKA HOA had a field day with banning fireworks and loud parties, and didn't bother with much else...) - Codsworth was also part of a pack for veterans!

Jay gets some basic survival skills from Preston and the group (after becoming severely ill due to a 200yr old immune system, but whatever) and leaves with Codsworth to Diamond City

He meets Nick and joins the Railroad quickly after! However Codsworth gets pretty beaten up in Vault 114 and after staying with Arturo for a while Jay convinces him to go to Sanctuary where it's safe

At some point Jay runs off on his own to try and collect the last few of Winter's holotapes, which is where he gets cornered by gunners in Quincy and throws a grenade which bounces off the wall and back near his own feet

He was mostly blind and severely injured, and staggers his way back to Railroad HQ (thanks to his high perception + VANS to guide him) where he gets taken to Doctor Amari and gets his synth eyes

He infiltrates the Institute and befriends X6, and also finds out he's a synth after reading a terminal he was told very sternly not to look into

In the same way Shaun is sort of a test for child synths, Jay is a test for teenage synths, as well as to study personality and emotions, and how a synth would grow if they believed to be human

Barely anyone knows this, save for Father and maybe a few other scientists, so Jay keeps it a secret until the Railroad is attacking the place, where he tells Father on his deathbed that he knows the truth

Father tells him that they're not real brothers and he feels nothing for him, and Jay responds by telling Father that he loves him and that their parents would be proud of him before mercy shooting him in the head

He adopts synth Shaun and gets adopted by Nick, making a family of entirely robots (including Codsworth!)

Far Harbor comes after this and stuff happens idk this is getting very long, but DiMA is his uncle!!

The second playthrough, which is forever unfinished, is a Brotherhood playthrough, follows all the main plotpoints above with a few changed details

Instead of immediately leaving to Diamond City after Call to Arms, he and Codsworth stay with Danse and his group with the promise of food, shelter, and in-depth survival and weapon training (he's still relying on his baseball bat at this point despite his horrible strength stat)

Codsworth eventually goes back to Sanctuary (all this fighting stresses him out) and Jay does still find the Railroad and go along with them, but he spends a majority of his time on the Prydwen learning everything he needs to know

Jay's still supportive of synths but is less active in the Railroad, and he finds out he's a synth around a week or two before the events of Blind Betrayal

After Blind Betrayal Jay leaves the Brotherhood and goes for a Minutemen and Railroad ending, where the two factions sort of combine, and a lot of settlers are either rescued synths or helping the Railroad in some way

Danse is also in the Minutemen! Although he's mostly unaware of how involved in the Railroad they are - Jay is trying to ease him into it slowly but it's taking a WHILE to unlearn all that Brotherhood propaganda!

Jay isn't as active in the Railroad in this playthrough, and he's more critical of their ways of doing things. He's a bit more distant with Nick (as Danse sort of takes the roll of surrogate father) but generally the vibes are the same

These two stories somehow both exist equally in my head, so I guess they're both "canon"!

Fun facts!

Jay is a genre of person. Whenever there's an RPG and I can't tell if I should make an OC or pretend to be myself, I make Jay! He also exists in Stardew Valley!

Jay is my middle name, but not on purpose. While getting my name changed my mom offered to include Jay as a middle name (unrelated to my OCs) and I went along with it. Jay had already existed for a while before this!

Jay's original design included a hard hat. I decided it wasn't for him.

Jay disliked Codsworth and Shaun before the war. He was going through an angsty phase and was a bit jealous of not being the only child anymore. He feels very guilty about it now

He can't bring himself to go back to Sanctuary anymore so most of the Minutemen's work is done at the Castle

During The Lost Patrol he finds himself alone at the Revere Satellite Array and trades a bunch of food, water, and caps with the Super Mutants in exchange for Scribe Faris' holotags (and his life). Danse is not happy about this

Despite the fact I never travelled with Curie or Strong in my playthroughs, he's friends with them! He thinks they're pretty chill

The first person he tells about being a Synth is X6, and he asks whether he knew. X6 had no idea.

He doesn't tell Nick for a looong time because of his reaction when DiMA asks if he's a synth. He asks DiMA for advice after the events of Far Harbor before he tells Nick.

[TRIGGER WARNING beyond this point for claustrophobia, suffocation, roaches, PTSD, and suicide] He spent several hours stuck inside the vault, barely able to move or breathe due to having to dethaw in an already cold room. His cryopod couldn't open from the inside and he was slowly suffocating as the seals were air-tight. He had to claw his way through the cushioning to get to some wires that, when broken, finally released the doors.

He was still too weak and pained to move, and the radroaches started swarming him once they sensed fresh meat. They didn't do much damage to him but it was still very traumatizing

The first thing he did as soon as he got out of that room was try and shoot himself with the 10mm. The safety was on and he didn't know how to switch it off, so he gave up

Attempted suicide again a few days later after the power armor from the Museum of Freedom reminded him of the cryo pod and triggered a nasty flashback (plus the general stress of everything), but gets stopped by Codsworth. After retelling this to Captain Cade he finds out that it's not a "normal panic attack" and that he does in fact have PTSD, and that he's not allowed in power armor until he gets his symptoms under control.

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[dotster001]

Congratulations on 1.5k followers, you deserve it! I was wondering if for your event I could request a type one matchup for twst. (Sorry if this is a bit long I’m just trying to give as much information I can-) I’d say I’m a pretty calm person in general, but sometimes I tend to be chaotic and a bit impulsive when I get excited. I do have a slight problem with sleeping aka I tend to sleep a lot more than the recommended hours and get sleepy easily. I am an ambivert leaning towards extrovert(somehow) and tend to have to be the one standing up for my friends. I have a wide range of interests but the main ones would probably be sharks/any kind of marine life, dinosaurs, and plants(help I sound like your average 5 year old kid-) I love to drone on about my interests unless the other person will get bored then I just don’t. I’m not as empathetic as others would presume but when it comes for the people I really care about I’m not afraid to go above and beyond for them. I am in band and love musicals and theatre in general, but I also do enjoy playing video games and making comics for fun. I do also like tending to my plants and bake. I don’t really dislike anything, I just find it annoying when people don’t understand that no means no and when people bother me in my sleep(even if they have the best intentions)

I hopes didn’t drone on too long and that you have a wonderful rest of your day/night ^^

Event Closed

I match you with Azul Ashengrotto.

Is this partially because I saw "marine life" and couldn't think of anything else? Yes. But for real, he loves to hear you go off about your ocean interests, cause sometimes things are different in our world. Plus, he gets to be the coolest person in your eyes when he takes you on a tour of his home, and wows you with his extensive knowledge on marine life of the area. (He also has a couple shark mers who owe him a favor. He can def introduce you if you want to hear about shark's straight from the…uh…the shark's mouth.)

You probably start dating because he tricks you into a contract with a potion to help you stay awake. He 100% had a crush on you, and used it to his advantage. Yeah it's skeezy, but you eventually fall for him back, so all's well. Classic enemies to lovers. But pretty soon, he finds he likes when you sleep longer, because it means your clingy octopus has lots of time to cuddle and cling. (He makes sure the twins know they will not be receiving a paycheck if they ever disturb your sleep. And if you beat them up for waking you up, he'll look the other way)

He likes your ambivert/extravert side. He plans to be a high achieving business man until he can retire, so he'll be doing a lot of networking, a lot of parties, and he'll need people to help him run the business. He hopes he can count on you for some of that, but if you can at least be someone to attend parties with him, he'll be so excited to show you off.

He also likes your not so empathetic side. He likes to see you be snarky or devious. He thinks it's so hot. There was one time you had to fire a terrible worker, and when you were done, he took you into the VIP room to make out. It was the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Literally, all your hobbies make him fall more in love with you. If you bake him something, if you buy him a plant, if you draw him something, if you invite him to game with you, oh my God! The man is weak! His poor heart(s) can't take it! He is puddy in your hands. He'll give you anything in this entire world! You're just too much for him!!!!!

"Say you'll share with me one life, one lifetime,"

Azul looked up from his paperwork, searching for the voice that was able to draw him in far better than any siren could.

"Say the word and I will follow you."

He left his desk, and quickly ran out the door, in the direction of the lounge.

"Share each day with me, each night, each morning."

He found you singing into a microphone, standing in front of one of the tables, which was decorated with candles and a romantic place setting.

"Anywhere you go let me go too."

He came right up to you, and grinned, pretending his eyes weren't littered with tears, just like they were  every time you sang him a romantic ballad from your world.

"Love me. That's all I ask of you."

He nodded vigorously, before kissing you deeply. He wanted to imprint every part of this moment into his memory. For so long, he thought no one could love him as much as you.

"Azul, stop snogging, your fucking spaghetti's getting cold!"

He sighed, and glared at Floyd, who had just arrived at the table. He wanted to engrave almost every part of this into his memory.

[mysticstarlightduck]

For the OC duo ask meme: 🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

Thanks for the ask, @saturnine-saturneight!

(Ask Game Here)

Rules: Answer the Asks as two of your OCs talking about one another, giving their opinions about each other - those don't have to be accurate but rather should be a reflection about what one character thinks of the other.

I'll go with Arzhel and Elodie from The Forgotten Ones + Jack and Deimos from Supernova Initiative + Renn and Kane from Song of Thorns!

Arzhel & Elodie:

🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

THE FORGOTTEN ONES

Arzhel - "Elodie? She reminds me of a country mouse. But not in a necessarily bad way... rather because she is very energetic, always scurrying from one place to the other, full of boundless energy that sometimes is endearing and sometimes annoys me to no end. She's also really fast, and somewhat cute, but also mischievous and can sneak into almost any place that you can think of. I think a country mouse fits her personality quite well!"

Elodie - "He reminds me of a small, feral fox that will bite anyone that comes near it but is actually just really, really scared. The kind that has been through some shit in life, and thinks everything is out to get them, even if it's just a fallen leaf. The kind of fox that I would wanna pet and share my rations with but then get yelled at by it for getting too close, even though it begrudgingly stays near me regardless. That feral alley animal energy which stems from a lack of hugs as a when that fox was a pup. In other words, someone just really needed love as a kid but didn't get it in time, and so grew up weird. That's Arzhel for me. Still love him though."

SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE

Deimos - "Jack 100% reminds me of a Golden Retriever. He just has that kind of energy. I would know, I practically grew up with the guy. What do I mean? Well, for starters: an overly selfless personality that prefers to make others happy than to care for his own needs even if it has consequences later. He is also really smart, painfully extroverted, and is surprisingly a really good swimmer for someone who practically lives in outer space. And can't forget the always flawless, somehow 'stylishly messy' (he says that in a mock of Jack's voice) hair that confuses me to no end to this day."

Jack - "Hm. I would say that Deimos reminds me of a grumpy black cat. The type of cat that wants cuddles but will hiss, bite and look pissed the entire time. He is introverted, spends way too much time indoors playing old video games, has a borderline obsessive tendency towards perfectionism and symmetry, hates loud places, and is the grumpiest, most serious guy I know. Deimos will probably hate me for this, but fun fact: when he is really pissed off, he sometimes hisses like a cat. I know it's a natural sound for his alien species but for me it sounds like a cat and will always sound like a cat no matter what he says, haha. I'm also legitimately concerned that if someone startles him way too suddenly he might get stabby. Not with his claws, but with his knives. Which is so much worse."

SONG OF THORNS

Kane - "Ugh, I know you're gonna say I'm being unimaginative or cliche by saying this, because yes, Dhampyr... but Renn seriously reminds me of a bat. First of all the guy can turn into a giant bat - how am I supposed to not associate him with bats after that?! Second, I don't know. He just has that vibe. Full-time night owl even though he is diurnal, hates waking up early, has that 1000-yard stare that probably pierces straight through your soul, drinks blood, and so on. He is a bat and for me that's the most accurate representation of the dude for me. I'm pretty sure one day I'm walk up to him just chilling upside down on a ceiling and I'm gonna have to accept that as a simple fact of life."

Renn - "Kane reminds me of a peacock. Proud, cocky, 'pretty boy' who wants to be admired so much he forgets to take care of himself and so I and my friends end up having to save him every damn time. Yes, he is a good knight. Yes, the King is a scoundrel for betraying him - and quite honestly for everything else. But also, for the Goddess' sake, why the fuck does Kane have to not think through a single plan in his life before doing it? He is a peacock. I'm sure of it. A very proud and handsome one, but still needs to work on those self-awareness skills urgently."

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #10:

Living With War

(Rest assured Fair Reader, we'll get to this photo and its relationship with the album in question in good time; for now let's just wonder if Neil, on the right, is wearing blush or if he's blushing because he's just been seen associating with Stephen the Hutt, on the left. Again, we'll get there in good time! Now, on with the post...)

The teenagers I teach, who are all pretty awesome, arrive knowing almost nothing about modern events. Wait, they say, there was a war in Iraq? Are we talking about, like, recently? Were we alive? Wow. Dude, what'd you say? There were like two wars in Iraq? Were we in them? Iraq's a country, right? Who won?

Well, kids, no one won. But hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives. And millions are still suffering from the effects of the conflicts. And Iraq is, like totally, a country.

The teens come alive when you start to get into the details; I'm proud to stay pretty damn nonpartisan in the classroom but there's no way to teach these events without telling students the truth: the Bush administration lied. And I don't mean once. They lied over and over again for years. WMDs; links between Iraq and 9/11; government directed torture; death counts. And our country went along for the ride; we were so shell shocked by 9/11 that we, like totally, like literally, believed Iraq=Muslim + Saddam=Bad Guy therefore, War=Now.

Well not all of us bought it. I'm a very proud American and I did my patriotic duty by angrily protesting the Second Gulf War. I'm guessing many of you did too.

And when Neil Young woke up after years of shaggy dog Greendale story telling and Prairie Wind flatulence to rage against his adopted country's moral corruption, I felt relieved, proud and in sync with his anger.

Indeed, I'd argue that Living With War is a pretty cool chapter in Young's story. Not only was he right when he called us all out for being lazy and dumb, he also rehired his kick in the ass band from Eldorado and recorded everything with Ohio-level pace and boldness, writing and recording the album in less than two weeks and getting it out and into our ears within a month.

And just listen to the opening track! Young finds his riff on Old Black, nods at his six-cups-of-coffee drummer and then sounds immediately and deeply alive, shaking himself and all of us out of our Bush beer garden of complacency.

Cool, huh? It's almost 20 years later and George W. Bush's brand of homespun, ignorant evil appears quaint in comparison to the nonstop barrage of totalitarian terror being spouted on the campaign trail in and in the courts (seriously, if frozen embryos are now human beings why aren't refugees being welcomed with open arms and being offered all the jobs Americans like you and me rely on but refuse to do ourselves?) but I still feel pumped up when I listen to this song.

So why isn't the record a bigger deal? Why doesn't it shoulder its way into our thinking not just about Young but about that whole embarrassing era in our history? I'm afraid there are a few pretty good reasons why.

For one thing a lot of the writing sucks. In the earnest and almost soulful Roger and Out Young rhymes no words in the first verse, then decides to go big and connect "way" with "today" in the second verse, then shrugs and sets "today" alongside "yesterday" after that. This is coming from the guy who once wrote "roads stretch out like healthy veins, and wild gift horses strain the reigns." Come on Neil, confer with a dictionary.

One spot where the lyrics come alive in the upsetting and enjoyably silly The Restless Consumer. Check this frantic song out:

You can hear in the song that Young assembled a 100 person choir for this record and spent one 12 hour day teaching them to sing along with his best crazy grandpa voice on lines like:

Don't need no TV ad Telling me how sick I am Don't need to know how many people are like me Don't need no dizziness Don't need no nausea Don't need no side effects like diarrhea or sexual death

Roger that, Neil. When I see you live in April with the Horse (yes, I've got tickets, gods be praised) I promise I won't scream out from my cheap seats in the back about any of these topics you mention. But I will scream. Lots.

Another shortcoming on the record is Neil's unwillingness, or inability at that moment, to destroy and thereby uplift the songs with his own lead guitar.

Stroll through his wacky eclectic career and there are nearly no constants: one moment he's making violent computerized pop, the next he's impersonating Willie Nelson. By 2006 he had 40 years of proudly obstinate inconsistency under his belt. But Neil, at least when making band-oriented music, had - almost - always used a rhythm guitar player.

First there was Richie Furray and He Who Shall Not Be Named because he sucks.

(But that guitarist does appear, as we noted at the top, in today's opening photo from the Living with War era. You see, that's not Pizza the Hut standing with Neil in the image; it's You Know Who, or maybe we should call him You No Poo; Neil had a tour planned with Crosby, Satan and Nash long before he wrote and rushed out Living With War; then he foisted the record on them for their summer tour together; Stills was unimpressed by it all and complained a lot, probably because he'd voted for Bush in the first place and knew that the only people who still bought his records were dumb asses who'd followed his lead in the voting booth.)

Then along came Danny, Nils, Ben, and Poncho (and even Steve Cropper and the kids in Pearl Jam and Promise of the Reeled in Flounder). Occasionally, such as on Comes a Time and Old Ways, Neil used not one rhythm guitarist, but instead about 16 of them. He idolizes Hendrix but rarely tries to be him.

Living With War is, like the killer Eldorado, the snoozy Greendale and the confounding Le Noise that would soon follow, one of Neil's rare solo guitar attack moments. And, on this occasion anyway, it's a mistake.

Neil heard the album's basic tracks after his rushed and passionate recording session (he'd later release those first takes on their own as Living With War - In the Beginning) and knew there simply wasn't quite enough music to go around. He'd been too busy teaching the songs to the drummer, bass player and himself to remember to shred.

He could have summoned Poncho and given the whole project another week. He should have. Instead, he got all Bernard Shakey on us and brought in not just the 100 piece choir, who must have spent their 12 hour session alternatively inspired, snickering and baffled, but also a trumpeter. And we're not talking about Miles Davis and Don Cherry here.

Instead, it sounds like Neil stopped by the local high school, plucked the third chair from the marching band, then played slow enough to let him try, and fail, to keep up. Take a listen.

Even the choir and drunk trumpet weren't enough to entirely salvage such songs. You'll hear in the video above that Neil also brings back Re-ac-tor era space warfare sound effects and mixes in sound-clips of the Dubbya himself. This whole song and, for that matter, the whole album, is silly, inspired, simplistic, drunk and awesome all at once.

Sound like all the ingredients we need for another Shakey Sunday.

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Ozai: Hey Bryke! Bryke: Oh hey Ozai how's it going? Ozai: I'm just gonna cut the crap. Why wasn't I the one to begin the 100-year war and kill off the air nomads? Bryke: What do you mean? Ozai: I mean, you gave me so much build-up, you hype up a final battle between me and the avatar, and set up a generic plot about how he must reach his fullest and truest potential so he can restore balance and end the great war by defeating me, yet I have no personal, thematic, or narrative connection to the avatar whatsoever nor did I even start the war in the first place. Bryke: Well... Ozai: Don't 'Well' me. I feel like I was just shoe-horned in. Bryke: That's not true, you're important. Your most iconic accomplishment is giving your son his most famous scar. It helped shape Zuko into who he is. Ozai: Oh yeah, I attack a defenseless child who would later betray me and almost one-shot me by my own lightning while my father wipes out most of the south water tribe, my grandfather wipes out the air nomads, my brother sieges the Earth Kingdom for 600 days, and my daughter succeeds where my brother failed in 3 days along with thwarting the day of black sun plans while I hide like a little bitch. Bryke: That last one was meant to foreshadow that you can be defeated by having your bending taken away by the avatar. Ozai: Why? Bryke: As punishment for looking down at non-benders and relying too heavily on your bending. Ozai: Excuse me?! I've always been accepting of non-benders! Half of my military consists of non-benders, I allowed Zuko to be trained by a non-bender in swordsmanship, and Azula's greatest teammates were non-benders! Why the hell wouldn't I learn a thing or two from non-benders?! If I should look down on anyone, it's the other nations, because mine is the most progressive! Bryke: Another part of your punishment is watching your least favorite child reign as fire lord. Ozai: Oh come on! I know I only need one child to be my successor but I never gave a damn which one! I paid more attention to Azula because she was always obedient and willing to learn from me while Ursa and Iroh kept getting into Zuko's head, making him constantly disrespectful! If I never saw Zuko's potential to take my place, I wouldn't have welcomed him back home, hell, I would've banished him the same time I did Ursa! Bryke: But Aang needed to take your bending so he wouldn't have to kill you and he can hold on to his values as a monk. Ozai: STFU! He pushed some of my soldiers off a steep cliff and decapitated a desert wasp thing! Did you think the people wouldn't figure out that his mentor Gyatso wasted some FN soldiers himself before going down swinging? Bryke: Even if you did start the war and somehow lived long enough to confront the Avatar, you'd be super old. Like over 200 something. How would that even be possible? What would that mean for Zuko, Azula, Ursa, and Iroh? Ozai: Simple. Allow for my age range to be 230 years like Kyoshi. Put in peak physical prime condition despite my old age, just like this Bumi guy. Allow Iroh to be Ursa's brother instead of mine while I still marry and have kids with Ursa in canon time. Bryke: You'd be much older than Ursa. That dynamic sounds kinda gross. Ozai: Well, you haven't exactly given the people a reason to root for our relationship. Bryke: OK, well, how would Ursa get banished since Azulon won't be there for her to kill? Ozai: Just have her be the one tell me I should step down while she takes over until our kids are old enough. I would take that as insubordination and try and force her to kill one of our children. Ursa desperately comes up with another option. She'd allow me to exile her and I'd accept. Bryke: Oh. Ok. That might work.

[jjackrabbitt]

hi!! this is rlly random but i wanted to know ur thoughts on the various loop sentences mentioned in mpmow! such as the tree kid being put on an island without trees, or the crazy ship loop that one peculiar was sent to (i think bc she pretended to be a ymbryne and killed some kids?). ik the book mentions that, since peculiars live for so long, the long sentences arent rlly much but i think the conditions they're put in r terrible and i cant help but go "wow this sounds like a pretty terrifying society to live in, when u ignore the already glaring issue hollows and wights".. but maybe im applying too much of a real-world lense to this silly little ya series. from ur posts, u seem to be someone who is willing to make a critique on how the lore is handled in a sociopolitical (am i using that word correctly???) sense, so i would love to hear ur thoughts!

Anon I am kissing you passionately. I am sorry it took me like three days to answer this but it was because I was too busy making out with you. I fucking love questions like these so much you can not imagine

Okay first of all I don’t believe that bull crap about “oh well we live so long that it doesn’t really matter” because that’s not how humans work. Even if you live to be really really old and dusty you are still a human person and will react to things in a human way. If you put a person, like the tree guy, in a situation where they are not getting some sort of need met they will suffer for it and it will follow a similar timeline to the same situation outside of a time loop. Actually it might even be worse for the person because we had it established in the first book that people stay mentally/physically/etc. pretty much the same as they were when they enter a loop so like who knows, maybe if you stick a person in there with any kind of psychological state then that’s just average now. So if you go in there feeling super terrible (because you murdered a guy, got convicted, and are in a new place without something you care about deeply) then idk, fuck you i guess??Be sad for 100 years. Intentionally putting people under psychological distress, especially for extended periods of time, is torture by the way. And as a horticulture student, that tree guy was right. Beyond that, i don’t agree with the current way prisons are used and don’t think that they should exist the way they do now. So I really don’t agree with how the ymbrynnic justice system seems to work.

I don’t think you’re applying too much of a real world lens to this book, it takes place in our world. Just because all the information ain’t there don’t mean you’re taking this too seriously. That’s one of my favourite ways to approach this book! I love looking at this stuff and thinking about how this would actually work! I could go into more detail but I don’t have the books in front of me at the moment. If anyone wants to talk about this more I’ll be glad to!!

[beardeddetectivepaper]

$7,523/$40,000‼️‼️

My name is Iman Khalaf and I live in Washington. I created this fundraiser on behalf of my cousin Aya who is trying to raise funds to evacuate her children from Gaza and to be reunited. All donations will go directly to my cousin, Aya. Any donation amount, no matter how small, will help Aya and her kids tremendously. Below, Aya shared her and her kids’ experience over the last couple of months. I am Aya, a mother of two children stuck in the Gaza Strip, Mona, 12 years old, and Karem, 9 years old. Mona is an innocent, very sensitive, and talented child. She is a professional basketball player. She reads a lot of books and loves to know different cultures. But I want to add a very important detail and most difficult thing Is that my daughter has ADHD which means: She has differences in brain development and brain activity that affect attention, the ability to sit still, and self-control. Her feeling of fear due to the continuous bombing, the air polluted with smoke, and the smell of lead everywhere increases the severity of her symptoms and the difficulty of controlling them. No one can deal with her except me, and I am really worried about her while she is there in these difficult circumstances, she needs to leave Gaza now and follow-up with an ADHD specialist and behavior modification to complete treatment as quickly as possible. the time is running out I’m scared

Karem is one of the top achievers in his school. He is an advanced karate player. He has won trophies in several competitions. He has an ambition to become a doctor in the future.

But the war came, destroyed their dreams, prevented them from practicing their hobbies, and robbed them of their sense of stability and security. Mona and Karem were displaced 7 times. The first time, our house was bombed and completely destroyed. They lost all their memories, toys, and favorite clothes. Every time we escaped death by chance, we were displaced with their little hearts full of fear and panic, and under the sounds of violent bombing.

They are now suffering under a violent war, their lives are under danger a thousand times. They were subjected to siege several times and suffered from thirst, and no one was able to help them with even a sip of water. The fear of bombing follows them everywhere. After the martyrdom of my sister Noura, her husband, and her children, Alma and Aboud, our lives turned into a terrifying nightmare for fear of losing each other. Alma and Aboud were not just cousins ​​to them, but rather like their siblings, very close friends in the same school and spending most of their day with each other.

I lost my home, I lost my sister and her children, and I cannot bear any more loss. And i lost my job. I work as an interior design engineer. I lost my computer, which was my source of income. It burned when my house was bombed. It costs $3,500. I have nothing to rely on. I have lost everything. Now I need a new computer to start over. I am out of the country due to circumstances beyond our ability and my children need to be reunited with their mother. I cannot sleep every day for fear of losing them due to the violent bombing and continuous invasions everywhere. And here is THE BREAKDOWN OF EXPENSES: * Rafah/Egypt crossing: $5,000 per person ( a total of $10,000 for two family members) * ⁠Passport fees: $100 per person (a total of $200 for two family members) * Minimum living costs: $1000 per month (a total of $12,000 for a year) * ⁠House rent : $500 per month * My daughter & son’s education : $3,000 per person per year(a total of $6,000 for a year) *Computer to work on costs $3,500 Help me get my children out from under the fire. To complete their education and rebuild their dreams. Every donation matters. Your donation will have a significant impact on protecting my children from danger, and if you can’t donate, please share this story widely. Thank you for your time. We really appreciate your help.

[pick-me-up-im-scared]

Get To Know Me(-ish)

I was thinking I could answer some typical “get to know me” questions, if anyone’s interested in reading them. If not, I’ve just done it for myself, I guess. Anyway, I’ve found these on Google. Let me know if there’s someone to credit! (prepare for me babbling on about completely useless stuff)

What's your name? Julianna (but I´m open for any nicknames, especially "my little ps5 cooling fan")

How old are you? I turned 23 this year. Yep, I´m having an internal crisis

What's your sexuality? I will say bisexual for now. But there´s a VERY high chance I'll change it to 100% lesbian. Like, right know girls are the only thing that interests me.

What I love the most about myself? I´m very kind and loyal. It could be seen as something bad, ik. But I´m trying to not let people use it against me. I also believe I'm a good listener, which is somethings I'm proud about. I'd also like to think I could make a boring task funny, like grocery shopping or doing the dishes.

What I dislike the most about myself? I have a pretty bad temper, I blame it on my dad. If I'm pissed, don´t even bother trying to calm me down. Just give me a few minutes to myself and I'll be back. But that leads me into the next thing I hate about myself, I hold onto things for waaaay to long. If someone did something bad 5 years ago you better believe I still think about it. I´m also stubborn and think about other people´s opinion SOMETIMES, but let's not focus on that. I like to believe I just need to find "the right person" to pull me out of that mindset...

What are your favorite movies? This is suuuuuch a hard fucking hard questions for someone who enjoys movies like I do. And I’m not saying it in a “I like to watch movies like every other fucking person on this planet”, I mean I’m like sooo invested you wouldn’t even want to go see a movie with me. There’s no such thing as talking while the movie is playing. I even pay attention to the small things the actors do to make their role more “truthful”………yeah, I’m a maniac.

Anyways, I won’t even try to list all the movies I like or else we’d be here for YEARS! But two movies I can rewatch the second the credits starts to roll is either Once Upon A Time In Hollywood or The Dark Knight. But I also enjoy kids movies a little than I should…….but that’s a whole other story.

What's your favorite song? If the previous question was hard, then this is on fucking Viagra. I listen to sooo much music with such a variety. Like I listen to every genre there is! But I’ll give you three songs I haven’t grown tired of yet, even though I have them on repeat 24/7:

José Feliciano - California Dreaming

The Strokes - Repitila

Justin Bieber - Hard To Face Reality

What are your hobbies? I´m trying to make myself busy with literally anything. I can't stand the thought of not being productive (doesn't stop me from laying in bed, watching youtube for hours!). So basically anything productive. Drawing, some sculpturing (nothing professional, calm down), very rarely write (obviously, I haven´t been updating this blog for like ages!). Recently I've been trying to learn how to play the piano AND electric guitar (ik, you can give me your number after the show).

Do you plan your outfits? Yeah, way more than I think anyone who sees me thinks. Idk how many nights I've spent, planning out in my head the outfit for the next day. Even if you see me wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt you better believe that t-shirt wasn't the first one I tried on. Even if I´m going to the fucking hospital I can´t wear socks that doesn't match with the rest of the outfit...

The meaning behind my username? Tbh, I just started thinking of random stuff, like "sayings" that doesn't sound too...cringe? Then the Patrick meme of him in a knitted sweater with the writing "Mom, can you pick me up? I´m scared" (or something like that) popped into my head. I rephrased it a little before checked if it was taken, and it wasn't.

Any addition? Vanilla Coke or/and Dr Pepper (apart from my huge cocaine addiction), like I´m obsessed. Ik it sounds sooo dramatic, but if I had a no limit access to either of those sodas I'd die of diabetes in a week. If you want to get in my pants, just buy me a can and I'll get on my knees and propose to you.

Turn ons? I could say something like "eyes" and "hands", but I'll say some features I don´t think are AS common, but I go craaazy for. One of them would be scars. I can't explain to you how fucking kneebendingly HOT I think scars are. Idc if it's from acne, self harm or an actual injury. It's. So. Fucking. Attractive! People who's self contious about their scars, hit me up!

Second thing I find really attractive is backs, idk why but I just find them so ecstatically pleasing especially filled with scratches of my nails.

Turn offs? People who's playing hard to get or think they're hot shit! I've spend too much of my teenage years chasing those type of assholes. And people who think people like that, wtf is wrong with you? I'd have a nerdy sweetheart everyday of the week! These fuckboy-type of behavior needs to be stopped, istg. If you like me, tell me that! (also, I need that clarification every now and then, otherwise I'll think you despise me...)

What skill would you most like to learn? To be able to comprehend any social situations without wanting to blow my brains out. I´m the worse when it comes to socializing, like overall. Doesn't matter if it's my relatives or complete strangers, I'll dig my nails so hard into palms inside my pockets. People who can start having a random discussion with someone on the streets, or blend in with their partner´s family first time they meet them PURLEY amaze me. I wanna be like them sooo bad.

Favorite ice cream flavor? I will say just plain vanilla, CAUSE if a brand is good the flavoring doesn't need to be so complicated (to slap). The brands who has these crazy flavor combinations are usually doing it to try and conceal their shitty ice cream *cough* Ben & Jerry *cough*. But if I wouldn't choose that I'd probably be something super childish, like "rainbow bubblegum cotton candy confetti".

Dogs or cats? I know the lesbian community will throw me out, but I 100% choose dogs. Idc what you say, cats are satans creation!

Favorite quote? "When you're having a bad day, don´t forget you're ugly too"

Favorite sport? I´m not really into sports. I was never an athletic kid. But whenever there´s pingpong on tv, I'm in a trance. Like I'll spend HOURS watching that shit without even knowing the rules.

[safyresky]

Because you came at mine with such VORACITY such ENTHUSIASM for the fruits, I will now be bringing the same energy to you and your fruits!!

I wanna know 70 and 25 for Diteline (definitely not trying to fish for Into the Shadows spoilers 🤫)

I mean how could I NOT Killian lives rent free in my head and literally all my OCs are like "we like that blorbo and Jack very much" and man I'm not gonna argue with like 7 muses 🤣🤣🤣🤣 THEY ARE VERY GOOD! ANYWAY!

70: Which of the two has the most dominant traits, aka., which of the two would their child end up resembling the most?

Starting with THIS ONE bc I have drawn. the Diteline Kids. AGES ago, and I'd deffo need to shore them up, but let me introduce the 3rd gen blorbos:

Joy, Eira/Bianca (still on the fence with the name), and Robin (or Robyn, haven't decided which I prefer!) Robin was cursed/blessed with Blaise's shoulders, (cursed/blessed bc they are gender fluid and I need to do a TON of research first to make sure I represent properly, but anyway on some of the more femme presenting days they're like FUCK. SHOULDERS. FUCK! but on more masc days and enby days they're like yeah these shoulders FUCK), so you'll need to imagine more shoulder for them in that doodle, lol. These are like. 2? 3? years old? I didn't date them. Doodled em on a whim. I need to start dating things. Did classics/archaeology teach me NOTHING? APPARENTLY!

ANYWAY

I AM UNSURE WHICH PART OF DITELINE HAS MORE DOMINANT TRAITS! I leave kiddos here for you all to judge! I'm inclined to say Dite's physical traits are more prevalent, but the personality is all Jacquie/Frosts, baybee!

25) Which of the two is more likely to take care of the other’s elderly parents?

Dite, 100%. she gets very worried when they all get oldER, and Jacqueline is so chill. She's like "Blinter is FINE!" Dite even worries about her own parents. And Jacqueline's like "CHILL. CUPES AND PSYCHE ARE F I N E"

Spoiler alert: they are fine, tbh. Cupid and Psyche retire to their invisible untraceable palace house thing like in the myth, and Blinter lives together happily for a very very VERY long time, before Blaise peaces out to Rosehaven and Winter goes "I think I am going to live in the mountains and become the next Snow Queen, that sounds like a fun romp, I'll join you in the afterlife later Blaise dear" And Blaise goes "Have fun babe, I'll keep your seat warm!"

(I have this image in my head of Blaise sitting in Rosehaven with a cocktail on a beach chair with an umbrella attached, wearing shades, just vibing. Same with Cupid and Psyche, but in their honeymoon palace, and Winter just like >:3 living her best old lady life in the middle of an eternal blizzard on the northern mountains!)