#like a leaf in the stream of creation

[protecticarus]

what was i made for? is such a dirk gently song send post

[projectorthus]

I love how Bart could have very well embodied the Born Sexy Yesterday trope, but instead she's constantly covered in dirt and/or blood, terrible posture, just kind of wearing whatever clothes she happens across, hair that hasn't been brushed or washed in years, possibly even 16 years.

Yes she is clueless and doesn't know how the world works. But that's because she's been on a 16 year long murder spree and couldn't really give a shit about anything else, least of all her appearance.

Her dynamic with Ken is not about Ken teaching her about the world and eventually sleeping with her. Her dynamic with Ken is her grabbing Ken by the shirtsleeve and dragging him along with her as she murders her way through America trying to find Dirk. And eventually Ken is like "holy shit her Whole Thing is actually real, I guess I must be here for a reason. Guess I'll stay". And he DOES teach her about things in the world that she hadn't known about before. But they don't kiss, they don't sleep together, their relationship isn't romantic!

Because Bart is not an object, she's not there for men to be attracted to, she's a leaf on the stream of creation.

[misc-obeyme]

Heyo, surprised but totally excited by your Cozy Comforts event

Can you do 4. Wind with Simeon, I fell in love with him again 🥰

4. Wind-Simeon

Pls lmk if I did this right, if not pls show me your preferred way for requests.

Ty

❤️❤️

Hello there my friend! You did the request perfectly!

Since the last thing I did for Simeon was hurt/comfort that featured mostly hurt, I wanted to do something fluffy this time. I hope it turned out okay! I just think this guy needs a win for once.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Simeon with prompt wind

Warnings: none

From the moment Simeon met you, he knew it was over for him. He couldn't stop thinking about the sparkles in your eyes and the warmth of your presence. He admired your confidence when it came to being a human among demons. He loved the sound of your voice when you said his name.

It was clear that you were occupied by the others. Simeon was certain that he couldn't hope for anything more than friendship from you. Sometimes he felt a little spark of hope anyway when you looked at him. He fought it down with all that he had.

Despite his best intentions, Simeon found it almost impossible, especially when he watched you with Luke. Your endless patience, your willingness to try any pastry creation, and your gentle affection meant so much to him.

That tiny streak of angelic power from generations back felt more like the true essence of your being to him. It resonated between you, even if you didn't quite realize it.

Simeon cherished the rare moments when he had you all to himself. So he was pleased when he was able to ask you to accompany him to a new cafe that had recently opened. The two of you enjoyed each other's company along with some delicious drinks. It was a blissful, peaceful time that Simeon wished would never end.

Inevitably, though, he found himself walking you back to the House of Lamentation.

It was a cold and blustery day. You were bundled in a coat and scarf. You looked so cute with your slightly flushed cheeks, tinged from the chill of the wind.

It was a sweet feeling to be so close to you. Simeon desperately wanted to reach out and take your hand, but he held back.

He was shocked when he felt your warm fingers close around his. A swirl of butterflies fluttered through his stomach and Simeon almost laughed. When was the last time he had felt something like that? And from such a simple touch.

The two of you reached the House of Lamentation faster than he would have liked. He tried not to seem reluctant about letting go of your hand.

You smiled as you stood on the path to the house. "I had a nice time today," you said.

There was something in your voice that he hadn't heard before. Something deep and thoughtful, like you had more to say, but you didn't know how to say it.

"So did I, MC," Simeon replied in his usual way, keeping his own smile intact.

The wind that had been blowing through the Devildom all day decided to kick up right at that moment. It pressed itself against both of your bodies, your hair streaming off in one direction, leaves cascading from the nearby trees in the garden.

When it died again, Simeon said, "Hold on, MC."

You stilled as he took several steps toward you, stopping so close he could feel the warmth of your body against his, even though you weren't touching.

Simeon reached out toward your face, his hand brushing against your cheek as he picked a leaf off of your scarf. He couldn't help watching your wide eyes, meeting them directly as he let his fingers linger against your skin.

"You have one, too," you said. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

Simeon had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of your hand in his hair. He felt almost bereft when you pulled it back, a leaf now clutched between your fingers.

"Thank you," Simeon managed to say, but he was sure you could hear the desperation in his voice.

Your smile was brilliant. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before turning away to go into the House of Lamentation. You paused at the door, turning around to wave goodbye at him before going inside.

The hope that flared in Simeon's heart filled him with a special happiness. As he started on his way back to Purgatory Hall, he sent a silent thank you to the still blustering wind.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[bittenredtoo]

"Quiet"

Summary:

How easy it was for her to fall back into that Fade prison when everything was too quiet.

Notes:

Rated M Established Relationship | Dissociation | Emotions | Vaginal Sex | some depictions of trauma? | Rook and Lucanis are both very tired after fighting literal GODS

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Treviso was never a silent city. She whispered her secrets through the air, letting them ride on the small waves that licked the brick lining of the canals and the soft mist that lay upon the flowers in gardens. She tantalized the tongues of gossips and betrayers as they moved past her riddled walls or flew down ziplines, a strange buzz of excitement constantly permeating the air as the citizens wondered what might touch their existence this time. Another assassination? A corrupt politician? A limited time sale on the spices imported from Orlais?

Rook used to know her city’s secrets well. A quiet comfort as she snuck away from Viago and Heir’s relentless teachings to sit on high roofs and count the number of lights that blinked throughout the markets, pretending they were stars.

Nowadays, however, Treviso felt almost…Tranquil.

She couldn’t remember how long it was since she was last allowed to stay and sleep in her city - Six months? Ten? Sixteen? - nor did she know for sure whether or not she was truly welcomed back. But, as Rook lay in one of the many over extravagant beds in House Dellamorte, she felt as though her skin was being stretched too tight.

Life in the Fade made the stillness of an unnatural quiet seem almost pleasant to her. It never dulled her mind or her intuition. In fact, Rook would’ve wagered that her senses felt all the more sharper when she was in the Lighthouse, her own soul becoming attuned to every particle that made up the building they considered - even for a short time - home.

But now, she could still feel the sting of her heart the day it bled on Tearstone Island, the muscles of her memory barely piecing together what had happened when she was finally free from Solas’s mental prison. It left her feeling disoriented and soft, her form a little fuzzy around the edges as if her soul was no longer tightly tethered to her body.

There were times lately where Rook could even forget she had a body, the lull moments between missions and deals with the Shadow Dragons catching her staring at a wall far longer than what was normal until her body whined about her posture. And even then, she found herself unmoving, her vision becoming unfocused as her mind seeped out of her form like a dry leaf running along a stream of water, shrouding her own physical manifestation from herself.

Perhaps this was how Solas felt when he was nothing more than a spirit watching the world. A small fragment of creation interwoven within the fabric of time and magic.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth, remembering him. And yet, how easy it was to find herself in his shadow.

How easy it was for her to fall back into that Fade prison when everything was too quiet.

She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together mindlessly, eyes wide as she stared at some unknown shape in the darkness of the room. The moonlight outside the window illuminated the wall just enough to paint the small shadows of raindrops sliding down the glass. Though, Rook could barely hear any of them. She found herself drifting someplace underwater, the seams of her presence loose at best. The room around her felt muffled and blurry as if she didn’t quite fit in this space she shared with someone.

It is here when she’s riding along the edge of drowning that the door suddenly opened. The candles in the hallway had dimmed and halved themselves since they were lit in the evening, but still the light cut into the darkness like a knife carving through the veil, an all too familiar image which made a small part of her body tense severely. The warmth that followed the light, however, was completely new and the familiarity of the silhouette that stood at the threshold made Rook breathe a small sigh of relief.

Him.

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[aureentuluva70]

It struck me a while ago that Lùthien's creation of her magic cloak and escape from Hirilorn as told in the Book of Lost Tales strongly parallels the creation of the Two Trees from BoLT, to the point that I am 100% certain it was no coincidence on Tolkien's part.

In the BoLT, in preparation for the making of the Two Trees, "Ulmo rose from his deeps and fared to the blazing lakes and the pools of brilliance. Therefore he drew rivers of light into vast vessels, pouring back waters in their place, and with these he got him back to Valinor. There was all the light poured into two great cauldrons that Aulë fashioned in the gloom against his return, and those are called Kulullin and Silindrin."

The Valar dig two great pits in Valinor, and "In the one did Ulmo set seven rocks of gold brought from the most silent deeps of the sea, and a fragment was cast thereafter of the lamp that had burned awhile upon Helkar in the South. Then was the pit covered with rich earths that Palúrien devised, and Vána came who loveth life and sunlight and at whose song the flowers arise and open...There sang she the song of spring upon the mound, and danced about it, and watered it with great streams of that golden light that Ulmo had brought from the spilled lakes..."

"But in the other pit they cast three huge pearls that Ossë found in the Great Sea, and a small star Varda cast after them, and they covered it with foams and white mists and thereafter sprinkled lightly earth upon it, but Lorien who loveth twilights and flittering shadows...sat nigh and whispered swift noiseless words...and the Gods poured upon that place rivers of the white radiance and silver light which Silindrin held even to the brim..."

"Then came Palúrien, even Kémi the Earth-lady, wife of Aulë, mother of the lord of forests, and she wove spells about those two places, deep enchantments of life and growth and putting forth of leaf, blossoming and yielding of fruit - but she mingled no word of fading in her song."

Sometime later Laurëlin sprouts and begins to grow very fast for twelve hours until it is full-grown, and once those hours have passed, "the Valar saw a shoot arise in that place whereto the pools of Silindrin had been poured" and thus Telperion begins to grow also, like Laurëlin taking twelve hours to become fully grown.

Now compare this to the scene in the Tale of Tinuviel where Tinuviel creates her magic cloak in Hirilorn:

"The next day she asked those who came to her to bring, if they would, some of the clearest water of the stream below, "but this," she said, "must be drawn at midnight in a silver bowl, and brought to my hand with no word spoken," and after that she desired wine to be brought, "but this," she said, "must be borne hither in a flagon of gold at noon, and he who brings it must sing as he comes," and they did as they were bid, but Tinwelint was not told."

Soon enough, having everything she asked for, "...Tinuviel took the wine and water when she was alone, and singing a very magical song the while, she mingled them together, and as they lay in the bowl of gold she sang a song of growth, and as they lay in the bowl of silver she sang another song...Then did she lave her head with the mingled water and wine, and as she did so she sang a third song...and the hair of Tinúviel...began suddenly to grow very fast indeed, and after twelve hours had passed it nigh filled the little room..."

Both creations require the use of water which is gathered into two vessels, one made of silver and the other gold, the gold brought while singing, the silver brought in silence. The creations of the Trees and Lùthien's cloak requires the singing of three different songs, and only after the third does the magic truly begin to take effect. Both Lùthien's hair and each of the Two Trees takes twelve hours to grow.

Looking at all this, the parallels are way too strong to simply be a coincidence. Like cmon. I wanna talk about this.

[jane-chef]

... i'm a game developer... i make games, it's sorta my thing you didn't notice?... i'm an *autistic* game developer, i don't do your whole deal with uh.. physical prototypes, marketability and getting published... i just.. i make whatever game i feel like making and if i finish it then that was the right way to make it... the connection between past and current projects is you know uh... more subtle than you might think...

i'm like a leaf... in the stream of game creation

[mental-health-and-jesus]

8-14-2024 | Heart Dive ❤️ Day 125 | Psalms 1: 2: 15: 22: 23: 24: 47: 68:

Book I Psalms 1-41 The Two Paths

‘But his delight is in the Law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, yielding its fruit in season, whose leaf does not wither, and who prospers in all he does.’ Psalms‬ ‭1‬:‭2‬-‭3‬

“God will make it happen whenever it’s supposed to happen” ~ ❤️

The Triumphant Messiah

‘Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.’ ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭2‬:‭11‬

“Submit to Him that is going to bring that Abundant Life” ~ ❤️

Who May Dwell on Your Holy Mountains?

A Psalm of David.

‘He who walks with integrity and practices righteousness, who speaks the truth from his heart, who has no slander on his tongue, who does no harm to his neighbor, who casts no scorn on his friend, who despises the vile but honors those who fear the Lord, who does not revise a costly oath,’ Psalms‬ ‭15‬:‭2‬-‭4‬

“So whenever we speak truth it’s got to be covered with Love” ~ ❤️

The Psalm of the Cross

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David.

‘In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them. They cried out to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disappointed.’ Psalms‬ ‭22‬:‭4‬-‭5‬

“He let go all of His power all of His glory so that He could be become a Man for us.” ~ ❤️

The LORD Is My Shepherd

A Psalm of David.

‘He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for the sake of His name.’ Psalms‬ ‭23‬:‭3‬

“He leads us to repentance, He purifies us He gives us a new beginning, gives us a new name.” ~ ❤️

The Earth Is the LORD’s

A Psalm of David.

‘The earth is the Lord’s, and the fullness thereof, the world and all who dwell therein. For He has founded it upon the seas and established it upon the waters.’ ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭24‬:‭1‬-‭2‬

“Not only does creation belong to God but everything within it.” ~ ❤️

Clap Your Hands, All You People

For the choirmaster. To the Psalm of song of Korah.

‘He chooses our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob, whom He loves. Selah’ ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭47‬:‭4‬

“Why was I Chosen by God.” ~ ❤️

God’s Enemies Are Scattered

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song.

‘O God, when You went out before Your people, when You marched through the wasteland, Selah’ Psalms‬ ‭68‬:‭7‬

“Think about all of the things that He did, why He did it, how He did it.” ~ ❤️

[curlish]

Hi, I'm Curlish and this is my blog

Video Clips about Bart Curlish

by @docdust

Bart Curlish and Holistic Philosophy

Better come with me than die

Bart Curlish - Leaf in the Stream of Creation

The Strange Mating Behaviour of Demons and Assassins

Wanna come with me and be best friends?

By others:

Unstoppable - A Tribute to Bart by Rebel Sun (Youtube)

Fiona Dourif on Bart Curlish

"Bart was originally described as a force of nature [...] It was a unique voice and one of the other descriptions was a “homicidal dirt muppet.”

I think that Bart is the most vulnerable character that I’ve ever played. I really love her. I find her lonely and kind of sincere.

Whole interview

Dubbed the “delete key of the universe,”  Bart is often predatory and always purposeful. But underneath all that is what many would describe as a vulnerable and almost childlike character who longs for all the same things us non-assassins do.

Dourif: "I played with the character with my own voice for a few days and it didn’t work. And so, I guess like [laughs] a voice I have in my repertoire which I never even knew is like this weird Jersey thing [laughs]. I don’t even know what or where that’s from, but I started doing that a little bit, and then it got a little gravelly, and then it became this like dirty, kind of masculine thing which I felt like worked and so I stuck with it. [...]

I was thinking about what it is to be a woman and my life and all that, and then I was thinking about how much, you know, being like a pretty girl in a feminine setting—how much I have to think about that being an actress because you really do. I mean, when you audition, it’s like, ‘Cool, I need 50 minutes to make my hair look perfect so that some producer thinks I’m fuckable enough to be in this role’ because that truly does really matter. I mean, it’s not the majority of it at all, but it really is a huge part of it.

And Bart, it is the opposite. When I got cast as Bart, I was like, ‘Well, cool. At least I can let myself go.’ [laughs] You know? It’s like, I couldn’t shave any of my body hair or anything; I let my eyebrows grow in and they put dreadlocks and dirt and orange teeth, and I just like became this—not like a strong woman; it wasn’t even that bullshit stereotype. It was a person; even though people would argue that Bart is the delete key of the universe and not a person, I don’t think of her like that. She’s like a vulnerable person who also happens to be the delete key of the universe. But yeah, man, it was like really nice. Sexuality never came into it. And i think men get to do that all the time, and I’ve never ever been cast—I’ve never even read anything that had that, you know? [...]

’ll walk into a biker gang and there’ll be machetes and knives and bullets flying at me, and I’ve never been scared of that. But, you know, rejection is something that I think hurts and this was me being paired with somebody by the universe. He was supposed to be there and, you know, maybe he won’t like me and that hurts. If anybody’s ever been ostracized in middle school, which I have, it was like, you know, it’s really painful. Really is. [...]

I really love that Bart is unsexualized, but if we took an unsexualized woman and then made her [laughs] like experiment with sexuality, I’d be interested in that. It would be so funny. [...] I had to answer the question for myself if I’ve ever had sex and I’m not going to tell you the answer. [laughs] But I was really curious. I was like, ‘Has Bart ever gotten laid?’ And I know what it is. I know the answer. [laughs]

Whole interview

[rjzimmerman]

A Radical Approach to Flooding in England: Give Land Back to the Sea. (New York Times)

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The rain has fallen for what feels like two years straight: in drizzles, in showers and, with troubling regularity, in downpours. The weather has always been Britain’s favorite topic of conversation. The clouds are familiar. Increasingly, though, they are also a threat.

In September, a month’s rain fell in a single day in some parts of England. The 18 months to March 2024 were England’s wettest in recorded history. Even on an island that has built at least part of its identity around tolerating inclement weather, it has been impossible to ignore the deluge. Flooding has submerged fields, ruined homes, and at times, cut off whole villages.

As sea levels rise and extreme weather becomes more common, experts say that Britain’s traditional defenses — sea walls, tidal barriers and sandbanks — will be insufficient to meet the threat. It is not alone: in September, deadly floods in Central Europe led to the deaths of at least 23 people.

But on a tendril of land curling out from the coast of Somerset, in southwestern England, a team of scientists, engineers and conservationists have embraced a radical solution.

In a project costing 20 million pounds (around $26 million), tidal waters were allowed to flood the Steart Peninsula in 2014 for the first time in centuries.

Rather than attempting to resist the sea, the land was given back to it. It was, in the words of Alys Laver, the conservationist who oversees the site, a “giant science experiment.”

A decade on, its results might offer a blueprint for how some parts of Britain — and the rest of the world — might adapt to the reality of climate change.

Returning Steart to swampy wilderness was, in part, an acknowledgment that the overdevelopment of coastal land had made flooding more likely, not less.

And so, as the sun rose on Sept. 8, 2014, the tide was allowed to flood the peninsula. Water flowed through a new gap, about 220 yards wide, and then into channels and rivulets that, from above, looked like the veins of a leaf. The land had been surrendered. The experiment had begun.

The thing with marshland, Ms. Laver acknowledged with a rueful shake of the head, is that it is not romantic. Objectively, it is wet mud. And wet mud is not the sort of thing that excites people.

Still, on an overcast day earlier this year, as we strolled through a world at least partly of her creation, she could not keep the wonder from her voice. Beneath the tranquil veneer of the marsh, pocked with pools and streams, there was a remarkable sense of activity. “It solves so many problems,” Ms. Laver said.

The marsh acts as a natural and hugely effective bulwark against flooding, absorbing and slowing tides before they can encroach inland. Even last winter — the wettest anyone in the area could remember — the village at one edge of the peninsula did not flood. Paths through the marsh remained passable. A steep bank, covered with grass and significantly higher than the old flood wall, now borders the river.

[urlocallesbiab]

(timestamp: aug 14 2022, as i was watching the show for the first time in my life) (original wording slightly edited for clarity)

out of s1 bart and dirk, i think only bart is "a leaf on the stream of creation": she truly doesn't give a fuck! absolutely unbothered! dirk, i think, is a drowning man in the stream of creation.

he still goes where he is meant to go, but By God he doesn't like it, and tries so so so hard to hold onto any person he can. "please lend a hand? please save me? please? i'm so fucking alone and soon i'll be taken further down this river. please? please? please?"

and The Agency (him, and todd, and farah) is a boat going down that river: a tattered, tiny, really shitty boat, with a leak in the bottom, and they've lost one of the oars — but hey, a boat's a boat!

by which i mean, they're still getting thrown around and nearly killed and shit, yadda yadda yanno the drill, but. a boat's a boat. a friend's a friend. it's shit, but he's not drowning anymore.

[dojae-huh]

Dearest Youth Day 1

(011124)

Today Doyoung reminded me once again why I keep stanning him. Under all that nessessary fanservice (fancalls, fanmeets with dressing up, aegyo, cuteness) and paper chase (brands, ads) is a true passionate singer with a selfmade man mindset.

Doyoung wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to be a stage director in the future a few years back. The way he changed some stages, continued with DY Track, used his drama/musical roles to bring in variety (to the chant guide) and new surprises.

Doyoung was in his prime vocally. The best I've heard him so far. And he got those "yes, I nailed it" tiny satisfied smirks here and there.

Doyoung arriving. The green clover leaf standie to take pics with. Do with the mascot.

Soundcheck: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Bye for now

The goods that VIP fans got: 1, 2

Messages: 1, 2, 3

Heh, DY Track was all over my feed. An uninterrupted stream of fancams. Doyoung knows how to make people talk about him on media. 1 (full), 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (on the screen), 9 (undressing)

1 - I really like the coat. It brings the needed drama. Thanks to the stylist for offering this option to Do.

2 - Doyoung can rap with a deep voice, which is not common (and, with further improvement, can be even used for 127, as no other rappers among neos can match the tone). He reminded me of T.O.P

3 - Taeyong will be on Do's neck the moment Do returns from the military, haha. Tae will get his duet eventually, I'm convinced.

4 - Does anyone know if Tae's akgaes did any ripples in kfandom about TYTrack/DYTrack? Or the commotion was only in i-fandom? I'd like to know if Do was aware or not. As he added fuel to the fire with Mad City, heh.

5 - It is still obvious Doyoung doesn't feel himself very comfortable rapping and putting on an image. Maybe he needs more acting experience to get used to being "a liar". Or just perform this number more often. His body gave off him being self-concious during it. You know, the way shy people are awkward when dressed sexily, the "it's not really me" feeling.

6 - I was impressed with the fans quickly adapting chanting. Fact Check is really popular. And I like that Doyoung reminds his fans about his love for NCT. He is not just using the songs to fill in the setlist. He makes 127's songs into his own versions. "It is part of me". Like, imagine you are a solo fan and hate the group, and Do and the audience make it into a 5 minute 127 concert, heh.

The chant-teaching VCR. Fersen coming last was very intentional. Fans were made to anticipate. A longer version.

Snow flower. He really performs this song as a musical number.

First love. Again, the set up of the stage is well thought through.

17. Rest. Life is beautiful. Lost in California.

Doyoung's motto is "a good joke worth repeating 10 times", lol. His number with a long note and his piano-boy. The banana was also turned into a staple. Bunny.

So Do re-arranged "Litlle light" for the encore a bit. Wow, this is really the way to make a transition between segments in a concert. Keep the audience entranced with the light show, set up the mood, and make a dramatic entrance.

Doyoung's "you are not singing well" is not only for entertainment and creation of "Doyoung concert culture", he wants the fans to be involved, overcome their shyness/reluctance to sing (and laughing helps to relax, stop caring). He probably approaches it simply as a class president, used to gathering people and motivating them to participate in events, however, it really plays in his favour. The fans will leave the venue in a great mood. As I said before, singing together lifts up spirits, gives the feeling of being united with others, brings the feeling of joy. Koreans are very much into religious cults you know... heh. He is making one for himself. The followers of Doyoung.

And of course Doyoung knows how to sell merch.

A chatterbox who gets more confident with bickering with the fans. His disarming cute tone helps him. Promising lyrics and not showing them on screen ("but you are Doyoung's fan, aren't you?").

Frosty (?) - the new single. Side view.

Love me for a long time and love yourself ment.

The fans singing to LL. Baby butt bread pose with the audience. Doyoung leaving the venue.

There are many more fancams, but I will settle for now.

So, back to the "ready to be soloist". Doyoung is a complete product to sell and expand on. He already has a brand, a fan-catering experience (mascots, unique merch, letters, singing along), his show is variable (ballads, rap, jazz-medleys, rock - something for laughs, something for tearing up), he is very good at managing venues of all sizes (MC + duets on SMTowns experience), VCRs+stage effects are on point, a live band, live vocals without a break. He is ready to appeal to non-core fans, someone who has just discovered him (many did with LL) or came to the concert out of curiousity/because they had time (like those granpas in Japan).

Heh, Do even has a concert director in his pocket (Donghwan).

Most importantly, Doyoung is himself an idea-bank. He won't depend on an outside producer, he will gather the experts he needs to help him develop his own vision. Which means he will develop and offer listeners new books and new experience (like with DYTrack upgrade).

Yes, Doyoung still has areas to improve on (like I said before about body language), but these things are minor, most fans won't notice. And Do will overcome these imperfections naturally with experience. Notably, he improved his singing even in the span of this half a year (since the first concert).

When "Frosty" was announced, Do trended right away and many minor media channels copy-pasted the news. Doyoung is already on the list of clickbait artists in SK, heh.

[the-almighty-god]

Hi my friend @curlish brings you a piranha:

I’m- I’m like a leaf in the stream of creation. Until I find Dirk Gently, whoever or whatever that is, and then I’m a piranha! ...in the stream of creation...

After Dirk Gentley's holistic Detective Agency was discontinued, Curlish was in limbo.

Through various kinds of magic and witchcraft we managed to get her out of limbo and into the Good Omens Universe.

She's doing fairly well here and has found a few friends, but growing up feral, she keeps on insulting people. She has strong ties to the universe though and considers herself to be a vessel for its plans.

Perhaps the Almighty God might have advice for her?

Hello, @docdust and @curlish. Thank you for the piranha.

My advice to Curlish would depend on what she wants out of life.

You say that she considers herself a vessel of the universe's plans. Is this something she wants to be? Or is it a role she feels forced into with no escape? If she could choose not to be a vessel, would she?

What does she believe the universe's plans to be? Is there a specific goal she is trying to achieve as a the universe's vessel? Or is she unsure of what the universe wants because it's ineffable?

You also say Curlish has grown up feral and keeps insulting people. Yet, despite this, she has still managed to make friends. While it is never okay to insult people, those friends might be more understanding because they are aware of her upbringing. Does she want to stop insulting people, especially her friends? Does she want to make more friends? Or just deepen the bond with the friends she has made so far?

Does she want to stay in our universe? Or return to her own?

Without knowing the answers to these questions, my advice might be too generic to be helpful.

[1kroolkroc]

More Jevil headcanons :D

Source: idk im bored lol

Also, flashing warning and volume warning for some of the videos I've linked

Jevil plays Maple Leaf Rag on the piano at breakneck speed, then transitions it into the fast part of Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2, then throws in a Freedom motif out of nowhere, and transitions it into Slider from Super Mario 64! Then as the cherry on top, he transitions it into a 100,000 note cover of UN Owen Was Her, and in the middle, finish it all off by turning it into the ending part of Battle Against A True Hero! On top of that, he plays an accordion with his feet, a triangle with his tail, the piano with one arm, the trumpet with another, and drums with a pedal

Keep in mind that he does all of this, both to troll the music snobs, and because he's bored, but mainly to troll the music snobs

He calls the Creation from Frankenstein "Frankenstein" on purpose

He intentionally pronounces and spells "mischievous" the exact same way you would "devious" ("Mischievious")

Jevil is a night owl and will stay up until the crack of dawn, then wake up at around 1 to 2 PM

He gets random bursts of energy at night and will pace around the entire dungeon cell, which is part of the reason he has a hard time sleeping at night

He's up to date on memes, but will misuse them on purpose just to see how many people he can make cringe, how hard he can embarrass them, and how quickly they beg him to stop

When he cries, his eyes burst with large waterfalls of tears, he hiccups and sobs very loudly, and his limbs flop like noodles! If you want to comfort him, the best way is to just be there beside him and let him rant

If Jevil doesn't get the joke, he'll crack his own joke instead; nobody has to know that he didn't get it, and nobody ever will know

He doesn't have much people to talk about nihilism with; in his experience, most people are usually either depressingly sad over life's lack of meaning or annoyingly angsty and edgy about it. He doesn't really get to talk to many people about the freedoms that this philosophy provides for him, because people are generally really obsessed with meaning and purpose, to the point where they can't imagine a life without either of those things

If a mind-reader tried to read Jevil's mind, they would immediately be bombarded with a mish-mash of several noises, all of which overlap each other and jump from one topic to an entirely different one, with absolutely no rhyme or reason to any of it, whatsoever! They'd experience a heavy dose of sensory overload and would never be able to make sense of it! Not even Jevil himself can tune out, slow down, or decipher the constant stream of chaos in his head

[bluemoonperegrine]

Something Awful This Way Comes

Tags: fluff | a bit of angst | Jack is justifiably freaked out | mild gore

Word count: 1633

Relationships: Elsa Bloodstone & Jack Russell, Elsa Bloodstone & the Bloodstone eldritch horror

Said eldritch horror is @vicarious-rebel's creation. He was introduced in "Of blood and stone".

ao3: Something Awful This Way Comes

Jack hummed to himself as he accelerated out of one of the curves leading to Bloodstone Manor, the last place he’d expected to call home. Technically it was one of his homes—he had several around the world—and the most luxurious by far. Shortly after he and Elsa had sorted things out, they’d started working together on missions and had become good friends. “Mi casa es su casa,” she’d said and meant it, probably because she liked his cooking.

He’d taken Elsa’s BMW M5 into town to pick up the teff flour he’d ordered at the Asian market. Jack looked forward to making injera, traditional Ethiopian flatbread, with the flour that afternoon. Since his, Elsa’s, Marc’s, and Layla’s recent mission outside Addis Ababa, Jack was eager to make some of the food they’d had there. Much of it was even spicier than the heat level he preferred. 

With only a half mile of the driveway through the woods surrounding the manor to go, Jack’s mind had moved on to planning which dishes to start cooking when. Layla and Marc/Steven/Jake would arrive sometime before 7 p.m., so Jack had plenty of time to cook up a storm for dinner.

The cool autumn air coursing into the car through the half-opened driver’s side window carried a hint of something bitter and musky, jolting Jack from his cooking plans. He nearly slammed on the brakes on instinct, but resisted. After slowing to a stop, he got out and scanned the surrounding forest. Other than a trace of the unpleasant scent he hadn’t smelled in at least a year, nothing in the mixed deciduous and conifer forest seemed amiss.

Jack pulled his cell phone from an inside pocket of his barn coat as he followed the scent trail north into the woods. The leaf litter underfoot—some dry, and some fresh and colorful from the fall display—made moving quietly difficult. He wasn’t worried about that yet.

A few taps of the touchscreen brought up his text conversation with Elsa. “The pukwudgies r back” he messaged.

Less than a minute later his phone buzzed in his hand. “Seriously?” she’d replied. A second reply followed on its heels. “How many and where are you exactly?”

“Not sure how many yet. 1/2 mi from the house. I parked the car off the driveway. Tracking scent trail north”

Leaves rustled high overhead. Jack froze and peered up and to his left. A gray squirrel leaped from one oak tree’s branch to another, soon followed by another arboreal acrobat. His phone vibrated again as he returned most of his attention to the scent trail. Elsa had texted, “Don’t go after them alone again. We’ll be there soon”

Jack bristled at the mild scolding; his last pukwudgie encounter hadn’t gone that badly. He’d taken out several of the vicious things in his wolf form. Elsa was just sore over having to pull some of their spines out of him. In any case, he was glad that their friends had arrived earlier than expected. Armor and firearms made dealing with the pugnacious creatures a lot less painful.

Fifteen minutes later Jack was trying to get comfortable on a stout branch eight feet up a hickory tree. From his perch he kept an eye on the dozen small, humanoid, spiny-backed creatures digging out a new den near a stream. Jake, Marc, and Elsa would never let Ted, Steven, and Jack live this down now. This was the second time the goblin-like monsters had returned after they’d collectively let a few of them flee with a stern warning to leave humans alone and never come back. Jack wasn’t sure if pukwudgies were stupid, stubborn, or both, but they certainly were tenacious.

Leaves crunched a good distance behind Jack. Hints of Elsa’s familiar scent and notes of blood soon followed. She’d been working deer meat that morning—the thought made his mouth water—so he wasn’t worried that she’d been injured. Even if she were, she had the Bloodstone, so injuries were quickly mended. 

Curiously, Jack didn’t smell Marc’s or Layla’s scents. Perhaps they were flying.

Jack was composing a text with details about the pukwudgie clan while keeping an eye on them when the sounds of his friends approaching changed. The blood scent grew stronger and… wrong, somehow. The footfalls were arhythmic. 

The hairs on the back of Jack’s neck stood up as his phone fell from his hands, cracking against a branch before hitting the leafy ground with a crunch.

The woods were silent for a split second.

The pukwudgies glared in Jack’s direction, only 50 feet away. Then they hissed and trilled, snatching up their crude weapons and rushing toward him.

Jack couldn’t breathe, but not due to the annoying if somewhat dangerous creatures. They couldn’t kill him. The thing that smelled like slightly rancid blood could and it was getting closer and he couldn’t fucking move despite every instinct screaming to run, get away, climb, do something—

The horrific thing that used to be the Bloodstone slid to a halt just under Jack. Even crouched down with its humanoid torso parallel to the ground it was just three feet beneath Jack, who didn’t remember pulling his knees to his chest but thank god he had because otherwise he’d be kicking it, the half-crystalline-arachnid, half-blood-and-sinew horror that had unfurled the halves of its Bloodstone-toothed maw, scooped up his phone, and swallowed it whole. 

The monster clapped its jaws together, then twisted its skinless torso around to fix its oversized, glowing white eyes on Jack. He stared back, vaguely aware of the pukwudgies drawing near. They really were stupid, he thought absently.

“Stony!” Elsa shouted from close behind Jack. “Leave it!”

It clacked its jaws together again, then straightened as it turned to face its master. Jack was eye-level with it now and trembling, his nails digging into the hickory branch beneath him.

“You heard me. Get!” Elsa ordered.

With a chittering whine the monster turned around and skittered toward the knot of pukwudgies. Jack barely heard their battle cries, the Bloodstone creature’s trills, and the cracks and snaps of bone breaking over the blood rushing in his ears and his ragged breaths.

“Good boy, Stony!”

Elsa’s cheer snapped Jack out of it. He frowned down at her as his racing heart started to slow. “Stony?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. Then she winced at whatever was happening with the creature and the spiny-backed gremlins. “That had to hurt.” Elsa grinned up at him. “He needs a name, and ‘Bloodstone’ sounds terrible.”

“Stony,” Jack repeated numbly.

Elsa rolled her eyes and huffed. “Yes, Stony. Are you going to stay there all day, you big scaredy-cat?” The corners of her mouth quirking up softened the barb.

Despite the adrenaline still coursing through his body, Jack couldn’t suppress a grin. “Need I remind you that your stepmother turned me, then tried to kill me with that thing?”

She threw her head back and sighed. “You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“Nope,” Jack shot back.

“Give Stony a chance. He’s like a dog, more or less.” Elsa paused, smirking. “Kinda like—”

“Don’t you dare,” Jack warned semi-seriously.

“What if I do?”

After venturing a glance at “Stony” to confirm it was a good distance away, Jack dropped to the ground. “No more sachertorte.”

Elsa gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

Jack raised his eyebrows and nodded.

“Fine,” she grumbled and punched his upper arm for good measure. It hurt, not that Jack would let it show. 

She turned to face Stony and smiled. Jack reluctantly followed her gaze. Other than a pair of goblin-like legs sticking out of the creature’s too-large, freaky-jawed mouth, only splatters of violet blood and clubs and spears remained of the pukwudgies.

“How’d you know it would eat them?” Jack asked.

“Educated guess. I think he eats anything flesh and blood and unnatural.”

Jack shuddered as the last pukwudgie’s feet disappeared into the black void of Stony’s mouth. “Elsa, I’m flesh and blood and unnatural.”

She hooked her arm through Jack’s as her horrific pet dog-spider-homunculus-thing returned to her. “Yes, and my friend.” Raising her voice, she called ahead, “Right, Stony? Jack’s a friend. We discussed this. You leave him alone.”

Stony stopped eight feet away with a chitter. Jack wanted to run, but stayed put. He didn’t trust Stony any further than he could throw it, but he did trust Elsa.

“See?” Elsa said brightly. “He agreed.”

Jack quirked an eyebrow. “You understand it?”

“He,” Elsa corrected with a frown. “And not exactly. We’re still getting to know each other.”

Jack gulped. “To be clear, I don’t want to get to know Stony.”

“Sure,” Elsa shrugged. “In any case, good work, you two! That should put an end to the pukwudgies once and for all.”

With a lilting chitter Stony shifted his weight on to his oversized, bony arms and hands and lifted his eight crystalline legs into the air. Jack gasped and took a step back as Elsa chuckled. “That means he’s happy, Jack.”

“Of course,” Jack murmured. He couldn’t wait to retreat to the safety and comfort of the kitchen which was too cramped for Stony, he hoped.

They made their way back to the car with Stony in the lead; Jack had insisted. No way he was walking with Elsa’s freaky, monster-eating pet right behind him.

“What’s for dessert tonight?” Elsa asked, her arm still linked with Jack’s. 

He smiled, happy to share a new dish with his friends. “Something new. Here, I’ll show you,” he said, reaching for his phone in his coat but came up empty.

“Oh,” Elsa said as Jack grumbled. “Sorry about your phone. I’ll get you a new one.”

Jack grinned at his friend while ignoring her destructive pet just ahead. “Much appreciated.”

[offkeyed-reason]

fun ideas to consider for a dotc overhaul bc that arc is hot garbage:

clear sky starts a cult and leaves resshakkmyu [the tribe of rushing water] to continue having control over its members. this includes clear wing, clear peak, storm's stream, quick water, dappled cloud, hawk swoop, jackdaw's cry, jackdaw's feather, dewy leaf, and turtle tail.

cats from fwookk [the tribe of flowing winds, one of my personal creations] decide to leave in order to have a new place to come to if something happens to the mountains. this includes shaded moss and his three daughters [rainswept flower, ice flower canon's shattered ice renamed, and star flower she's baby. just weaned.], snow hare, hollow tree, tall shadow, and moon shadow.

there's already a group with its own culture in the forest -- the cats of the river, led by river ripple. the cats of the river are a highly pacifist group, but they're very welcoming to new additions who want to join them, even if it's just to grab something to eat bc hunting was shit and there's a litter of kits to feed. no cats are ever forced to become a cat of the river, nor is anyone expected to repay their kindness.

wind runner's sort of a leader of her own group of cats, but it's more like cats that sometimes come in because they need help and then come back later to repay the favor. most lone cats or duos/trios are familiar with wind runner's rules of engagement as they don't like going near the river.

after settling in the marshes, shaded moss dies and his group ends up being under the joint leadership of his three daughters. this falls apart following the death of rainswept flower during the fourtrees battle and the remaining sisters join separate groups. [shaded moss is not a very good parent. he isn't terrible, but his daughters have only been told to follow in his pawprints as leader. this is very formative to star flower, who thinks she has to remain in a position of power to keep her father's memory alive.]

clear sky's cult settles on the moor, allowing contact between wind runner's group and clear sky's cult. this eventually leads to clear sky taking most of his cats to the forest, leaving behind clear wing, dappled cloud, hawk swoop, jackdaw's cry, and turtle tail.

in the forest, clear sky recruits cats into his cult, sometimes forcibly. one of his new additions kills dappled cloud, leaving both groups without a healer. this upsets everyone, but clear sky gives a half-assed lie that clear wing believes. clear wing's intelligence, coupled with his insistence that his littermate is different than everyone thinks he is, leads wind runner to treat him as an equal. this causes problems.

turtle tail leaves the moors because clear wing still has his nose up his littermate's tailhole and becomes a housecat. she's able to get a reasonable grasp on what's happening in the forest from sitting on her fence. this is important for later.

when clear peak is cast out after breaking his leg, star flower finds him and gets snow hare to take him to their home. while this is an objectively good thing to do, star flower starts taking in disabled cats so she has cats loyal to her, like how her sisters have cats willing to listen to them no problem. [she doesn't realize that it's because her sisters have friends. clear peak, now jagged peak after cutting ties with his older brothers, does think of star flower as a friend.]

after storm's stream has his firstborn, clear sky doesn't bother looking at his mate -- he claims that he's busy defending the territory -- until clear thunder is almost weaned. clear sky kills storm's stream when she refuses to cast out their freakish son, a kit that was born with one extra eye and a lower jaw on the side of his face. [clear thunder's appearance is supposed to be a message from a higher power.]

clear thunder ends up being found on the moors as a pregnant turtle tail returns -- with her wife bumble -- and ends up being raised by hawk swoop, jackdaw's cry, and clear wing. when clear sky ends up sheltering on the moors after a forest fire, clear thunder is encouraged to go live with his father.

tiny kits moth flight and pebble heart end up wandering into the marshy territory controlled by the flower sisters. they end up spending a lot of time with snow hare and learning how to heal from the old cat. turtle tail ends up getting squished by a carriage while looking for pebble heart.

when clear thunder refuses to take a disabled cat -- frost, named silent frost by clear sky -- to die out in the woods, clear sky banishes him. clear wing uses words very similar to clear sky's to justify the group not taking in frost. this makes clear thunder break off to create his own group with silent frost, bumble rly she was going to be kicked out bc she's been declawed and can't hunt or fight, acorn fur, lightning tail, sparrow fur, owl eyes, and morning whisker. [he also sheds the "clear" part of his name, separating himself from his family.] many of the cats to leave with him are young, just like him. dewy leaf, milkweed stem, chervil leaf, pink eyes, and violet dawn end up breaking away from clear sky's cult and joins thunder's group.

clear sky begins kidnapping cats in order to kill the leaders of the groups that oppose him, so he can rule the entire forest. he kidnaps shine and hopper from the cats of the river's territory, gorse root i renamed gorse fur bc his canon name sucks ass from the moors, and moon shadow from the marshes.

a great battle happens in the middle of the territories, where there are four of the largest oaks ever seen and a massive stone in the shape of a tree. [this later becomes the great rock at fourtrees. the stone tree falls over during a horrible storm not long before twolegs start destroying skyclan's territory, but that's very far off in the future.]

nettle, quick water, jackdaw's feather, hawk swoop, jackdaw's cry, rainswept flower, moon shadow, cricket, flutter, stoat, and dewy leaf all die in the battle. [many other cats end up disabled from the ferocity of the fighting.] the fighting only stops because a bolt of lightning burns off half of clear sky's whiskers before he can kill clear wing.

the spirits of the dead rise and demand that the cats unite or die. clear sky immediately tries to rally all the other cats under him, only to get bitch slapped by fluttering bird -- his half-sister that their father denied as soon as she was born bc she didn't look like him, his half-sister that became the god of his cult.

"what you want isn't true unity! it's about control! cats will only die if they continue to follow you."

cats shuffle around from thunder's group, the moors, the marshes, and the river. clear sky will not allow any more of his cats to leave. ice flower -- now shattered ice, star flower, bumble, holly, mud paws, pink eyes -- now pink flowers, pebble heart, and buzzing bee all shift territory.

star flower tries to gain power by cozying up to thunder. it works, until he catches her guilting silent frost into loyalty. when thunder kicks her out, star flower joins clear sky and quickly becomes his second in command and mate.

clear sky continues to recruit cats for his cult until there's a civil war within his territory. clear wing, still thinking there's some good in his littermate goes to help. when he takes a blow meant for clear sky, he's left for dead and is only saved by a dissenter taking him to tall shadow's group, where pebble heart saves his life.

[primnroses]

Sorry to ask but what is Sasuke justu arsenal

That's gonna be a long answer. I'm not gonna write the same thing I did with Sakura because that one was big enough and Sasuke's would be double so I'm gonna write his canon techniques though.

I might forget a few but these are the ones I know for sure he has done in canon.

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Dōjutsu: Sharingan, Mangekyō Sharingan and Rinnegan (this eye has abilities he doesn't use so they won't be listed).

Kekkei Genkai: Amaterasu, Susanō, Chibaku Tensei, Kagutsuchi, Amenotejikara and Yasaka Magatama.

Shurikenjutsu: Manipulating Windmill Triple Blades Technique.

Ninjutsu: Shadow Clone Technique, Shadow Shuriken Technique, Summoning Technique: Snake and Hawk, Reverse Summoning Technique, Summoning: Lightning Flash Blade Creation Technique, Binding Snake Glare Spell Technique, Sensing Technique (through Sharingan), Space-Time, Hidden Shadow Snake Hand Technique and Naka Shrine Entering Technique.

Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, Great Dragon Fire Technique and Dragon Fire Technique.

Lightning Release: Chidori, Chidori Stream, Chidori Senbon, Chidori Spear (changing the shape of chakra), Kirin, Raisen, Indra's Arrow, Lorentz Gun and Sword of Kusanagi.

Earth Release: Stone Luster Technique.

Water Release: Water Formation Wall Technique.

Ice Release: Ice Kunai (mix Wind and Water and change the shape of chakra).

Medical Ninjutsu: Mystical Palm Technique.

Genjutsu: Sharingan.

Juinjutsu and Kinjutsu: Curse Seal of Heaven (formerly).

Kenjutsu: Afterglow and Moonlight.

Taijutsu: Lion Combo, Strong Fist (copied from Rock Lee), Shadow of the Dancing Leaf (copied form Rock Lee) and Surging Firewall Dance Technique.

Cooperation: Hurricane Thunderclap - Majestic Attire Sword Stroke, Sixth Paths Chibaku Tensei (formerly) and Scorch Release: Halo Hurricane Jet Black Arrow Style Zero.

Most of his ninjutsu techniques are also performed with his Susanō like Chidori but I think it's pointless to repeat them because it's essentially the same.

Then there are some techniques that fall in both taijutsu and kenjutsu but I put them in one category.