strebcrarchivess · 1 year ago
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An idea for an invader Zim oc just hit me. An irken disguised as a nun or priest to get human secrets from the confessionals. Their sir is disguised as a kid in the church choir.
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laski-and-sage · 2 years ago
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TJ: I'm not a religious person, but my favourite quote from the bible is 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone!' because it roughly translates to 'Shut the fuck up, you're a cunt too sometimes' and I feel that
Anderson:
Anderson: You know- At least you know something from the bible. I couldn't ask for more...
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thecupidwitch · 2 months ago
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Fruit Correspondences
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Apple: spirit work, offerings, love, healing, beauty, wisdom, harvest
Apricot: love, self love
Avocado: beauty, love, lust, fertility, spell work
Banana: wealth, luck, spirituality, religion, masculinity
Blueberry: protection, banishment, curses
Blackberry: protection, fertility, femininity, funerals, afterlife, moving on
Cantaloupe: spell work, protection, grounding, energy work
Cherry: lust, love, fertility
Clementine: childhood, dreams
Coconut: protection, cleansing, femininity
Cranberry: holidays, blood magic, spirit work
Date: fertility, luck, money
Dragon fruit: lust, passion, spell work
Durian: curses, cleansing, protection
Fig: happiness, divination, love
Grapefruit: cleansing
Grape: money, spell work, fertility, offerings
Guava: love, self love, lust
Honeydew: cleansing, energy, love
Jackfruit: divination, spell work, happiness
Kiwifruit: health, love, lust, happiness
Kumquat: luck, health, money
Lemon: cleansing, purification, protection, curse breaking
Lime: cleansing, protection, love
Lychee: love, self love, femininity, beauty
Mango: love, lust, fertility
Nectarine: love, self love, spell work
Orange: cleansing, protection, divination
Papaya: curse breaking, banishing, spirit work, love
Passion fruit: lust, love, passion
Peach: fertility, love, happiness, spirit work
Pear: offerings, happiness, luck, money, confidence
Persimmon: healing, love, luck, protection
Pineapple: protection, health, offerings, money, luck
Plantain: fertility, masculinity, lust, passion
Plum: love, healing, offerings
Pomegranate: offerings, blood magic, fertility, divination, spell work
Prune: cleansing, protection
Raspberry: love, dreams, health
Strawberry: love, wishes, dreams, happiness
Starfruit: lunar/solar magic, spell work, cleansing
Tangerine: solar magic, strength, energy work
Tomato: protection, cleansing, love, passion
Watermelon: healing, femininity, lust, love, spirit work, cleansing
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aluria-sevhex · 4 months ago
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ToT Bonnie i love you but that is not how it's pronounced
NOW FOR MY NOTES, COPIED FROM MY NOTES APP INSTEAD OF SCREENSHOTTED THIS TIME (edit: put it under a read more because long)
ACT 2
-THE TIPS ON HOW TO PLAY ARE FUCKING DIAGETIC?
-"stardust" are you the starhead bitch from the trailers
-i feel like i'll have to ask the librarian for a book eventually
-THE RUNNING ONE IS CALLING OUT SIF LOL (for running from his problems) (hmmmm Sif what problems r u running from?)
-ugh. it's the starhead bitch
-plot twist the star head is Siffrin and that's why he's depressed :P
-their name is Loop. i don't trust them
-"Yeah, better know this one's pronouns so you can think very clearly in your head that they're getting on your nerves."
-LOOP CAN READ THE PROFILES? WHAT KIND OF META BULLSHIT IS THIS </positive i fucking love meta bullshit>
-hm is Loop some sort of weird representation of the player. or a god.
-learn WHAT?
-hm feel like this game might explore some of the moral iffiness that tends to arise with time loops. is a friendship genuine if one person knows exactly what the other will say?
-"don't eat pineapples. you're allergic" fuck you. i WILL eat pineapples and i WILL enter anaphylaxis and i WILL die stupidly but it will be WORTH IT
-WAIT HOLD UP WHAT WAS THAT DIALOGUE IN THE >> TUTORIAL "don't make the same mistakes i did" I THINK THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID HOLD UP
-maybe Loop was a normal person who got stuck in a time loop for too long and fucked up somehow? and that's why they're like this
-idk if i'll zone out much i don't wanna miss any differences
-altho if there's a difference won't i zone back in?
-then again there's a lot of dialogue
-maybe this will be plot-important somehow?
update after being gone for a bit:
-Tears weewoo
-SIFFRIN SAID NYA
-side note i am so glad i fought that thing that dropped the crest even tho it was hard. fighting it again on future loops is gonna suck tho
-also fun fact right after i died to the Tears i ran ahead and accidentally got crushed by the rock again. which i think is bullshit because I RAN TO THE SIDE OF THE ROOM
-back to more important things. like Siffrin saying nya. or the thyme pun.
-ODILE SAID IT. look she has a phd or whatever equivalent there is here probably, she's like 40, i think she's earned the right to do whatever the fuck she wants
-Isabeau is AOBB (Assigned Omelette By Bonnie)
-"It'd be awful to keep yourself from becoming a person you feel comfortable with just because it would upset someone else."
Breaking news: the game where the protagonist uses he/they, two other major characters use they/them, and there is a conversation explicitly referencing pronouns and giving them, unsurprisingly supports trans rights
-BONNIE DO NOT EAT THE EGG KEYCHAIN
-BONNIE HAS A WOK >:D
-uh... why are the Vaugardians freaking out over crab. does the Change religion ban it?
-Vaugarde is weird. first, they have a VERY SPECIFIC RULE where entering the FIRST ROOM of a house is fine, but any further is rude. second: crabs??? ok i guess???
-an openphrase... ya mean a password?
-fuck it i am fully in "taking gratuitous extensive notes" mode
-hehe protector craft is gullible :P
-oh hey tasteful artistic nudes. so this room's resident is an art student. hopefully their grasp of anatomy was improved :]
-Mira said what the crab instead of what the hell
-"what the CRAB did you let Bonnie do when we said no!!!"
-YOU LET THE PRE-TEEN DRINK VODKA???
-LMAOOOOOOOO IT WAS WATER. I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A LITTLE SHIT SIFFRIN IS
-checked it again. the people are "doing fun things" eh so what if an art student draws porn, that's on me for peeking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still hope it improved their grasp of anatomy. if the anatomy was bad and the narration didn't tell me i would be disappointed in it :P
-ooo drawn tarot card. isn't the Six of Swords a bad one? i feel like it's foreshadowing somehow but i don't feel like looking its meaning up
-i fucking hate the triplet Sadnesses they're so annoying
-the reason the Mandela Effect with Berenstein/Berenstain happened is because Sif equipped the e
-OH? saving records party progress if you loop back to that spot :0
-yippee i beat the Sadness boss that changes its type (this is like the first enemy that does that i think)
-Mira are you hungry
-YEAH LET'S FUCKIN' EAT
-this question keeps popping in my head but where the fuck IS Siffrin from plot twist the kid was right and he's from the sky idk i'm saying random shit
-SNACK TIME
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hezzabeth · 11 months ago
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Everyone who lived on Baker Street had come out from the fog to eat Nanni’s dinner. This made perfect sense; Nanni was one of the few people in the park who knew how to cook meals using ingredients and an oven.
When the park was still open, Revati's home was a coffee shop called the “Mad Hatter Teaparty.” The walls were painted in eye-watering clashing shades of neon pink and green. The light fixtures hanging from the ceiling were all giant velvet top hats. The booths were giant flower teacups with tiny chairs and tables inside.
"Was there some sort of drug in the pineapple?" Revati heard Brigadeiro ask. Revati just ignored him and instead walked past each of the booths, collecting tributes; nobody ate Nanni’s for free.
The Paprikas sat in the blue and gold teacup, their neon orange hair clashing with the paint. The Paprikas were two brothers and their sister who had found themselves trapped in the park as children. Their parents had been vaporized by a towel-warming rack. Now they were in their mid-twenties and worked for Revati as hired muscle for free dinners.
"Who's the new guy? He's actually clean and good-looking," the youngest brother Brie asked Revati. "His name is Brigadeiro Bun; he's an off-world tourist who stupidly went to the wasteland," Revati said. "I was trying to find crystal roses," Brigadeiro smiled helpfully.
"Bridgadeiro huh? So your parents were Goup worshippers then?" The sister, Juniper, asked curiously. Revati vaguely knew that Goupism was a popular religion on other colonies. Over a thousand years ago, there was once a woman who apparently traveled the earth gathering the best health practices needed to be “happy.” "A white woman, and she stole most of her ideas from our eastern religions," Amma, who was a staunch atheist, had snapped with annoyance when Revati asked her to explain the Paprika siblings' religion. Still, despite her thievery, at some point, she had become a god. They firmly believed in things such as “psychic vampires” and “color-balancing therapy.” They also all had peculiar food-related names, mainly because the goddess had named her daughter Apple.
"Yes, they were. They insisted on coming here for a Wellness Day holiday," the eldest brother, Croquette, growled. "I miss mama's Wellness Day Avocado and chocolate cookies," Juniper sighed sadly. "It's not the same, but here I have a couple of factory-made ones in my pocket," Brigadeiro said, crawling into the booth. The Paprika siblings gasped with astonishment as he pulled a packet of cookies wrapped in gold paper out of his jumpsuit's gigantic pocket. "They got a bit crushed when I was kidnapped, but they're still good," he said, opening the package and placing it on the table. The Paprika siblings stared at the cookies, their mouths slack with shock. Croquette slowly shook his head, completely snatched the package, and began to serve the crushed crumbs amongst his siblings. "You need to keep this one forever," Juniper said firmly, and Revati just shook her head, moving onto the next table.
The next table consisted of the elderly Gupta couple. "You adopted another kid? If you want more water for him, we want more dried apples," Mrs. Gupta said, a small scowl on her wizened face. It was Mr. Gupta who had figured out how to gather and purify water from the atmosphere. It was Mrs. Gupta who managed and recorded all the water they collected, rolling it out like a tyrannical dictator. "Fine, one extra package of dried apples per week," Revati said before swishing grandly onwards.
Amma was sitting in the pink cup, her new partner Dusk Brisbane. Dusk Brisbane was a teacher from Titan, who, along with their students on a field trip, found themselves stuck in the park. Like all people from Titan, Dusk had inherited the ability to rapidly change biological genders. Titan had also inherited a name that meant a time of day and a gender. Dusk’s remaining students were sitting with Dityaa on a large cat-shaped sofa. When the invasion began, there were twenty-three of them. Now there were only five nineteen-year-olds left. Dityaa was holding court over all of them, sitting on a couch shaped like a giant grinning beast. "Your sister said you had an interesting night," Amma remarked as Revati sat down next to her. Nanni had laid out a plate of aloo mushroom curry. Revati picked up a piece of hardtack and dipped it into the sauce, refusing to talk. "So you're not even going to bother telling your side of the story?" Amma asked as Revati swallowed. Nanni always moaned that her cooking was so much better before the war. Years ago, Nanni worked in the city as a professional meal prepper for wealthy families that wanted to eat real organic food.
Nanni was proud of her ability to create one hundred percent sand-free meals using the most exotic ingredients. Nanni would bemoan to everyone that her meals were now a mess, that her spices were too basic, and that she never had enough salt. Revati, however, who had never tried anything else, thought her food was delicious. "I'm hungry! Besides, what's the point in telling my side? I'm sure Dityaa's story was more enthralling," Revati replied. "Every story needs both sides and the truth," Dusk remarked. As they spoke, their features shifted from a feminine middle-aged woman's face to a man's face with a beard. "You're not my creative writing teacher, and you're not my parent," Revati pointed out.
Revati knew deep down she didn’t dislike Dusk; Dusk was a perfectly decent person. Not to mention Amma had been so lonely until Dusk offered to help her teach the feral children a year ago. Still, it was a lot to get used to.
“True, but your mother did ask you a question, and I think she deserves an answer," Dusk replied in that same mild diplomatic voice. Revati deliberately ate another mouthful of curry before wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her dress. "Dityaa got attacked by some lady at the ball; the chutiya had A.I. eye implants! They must have switched on somehow," Revati explained. "Mind your mouth, Revati! There will be no swearing at the dinner table," Amma scolded her. "Her implants switched on? That's so odd; one of my students had AI tastebuds, but they stopped working the second we walked into the park," Dusk remarked, their face shifting back into a woman's as they glanced at one of their students. The student in question, Basil Paris, was sitting next to Dityaa, licking their hand. Dusk was right; in order to create true "historical authenticity," the park was surrounded by massive mirrors. The volcanic Martian glass blocked the "AI" life stream. "And what did you do?" Amma asked in a quiet, nervous voice. "I threw a glass of vodka at her face, and her eyes fried up," Revati replied.
"Can you take the children's sign language lesson tomorrow morning? I need to check the mirrors around the walls," Amma said to Dusk.
"Of course," Dusk replied, and Revati rolled her eyes.
"You don't need to do anything, Amma! I'm the elected leader of Baker Street! This is my job," Revati said firmly.
"You're only seventeen!" Amma protested.
"Almost everyone voted for me! Well, apart from Mrs. Gupta, who voted for herself," Revati said, and mother sighed.
"Fine! But you're not going to leave well after the sun rises, and you're not taking Cora and Laila! You can take Vivienne and Jay Jr.," Mother replied firmly.
Nine minutes past midnight.
Revati's eyes snapped open in the blue-glowing darkness. Slowly, she sat up, taking in the familiar shapes of the kitchen's walk-in freezer. Dityaa was sleeping next to her on the souvenir pillows Amma had sewn together into a makeshift bed. In the corner, the feral children slept together in a nest made of old soft toys. Nanni was snoring on one of the plastic shelves that had long ago stored ice cream. Amma insisted on them all sleeping behind the massive metal doors. To anyone who lived near any other planet, it would have been freezing, but Martians had evolved to withstand the cold.
Revati stood up and glanced down at Dityaa. Dityaa had worn her new dress to bed, ignoring the stains. The blood on her dress looked shiny black, her face shadowy blue. She looked just like Princess Savitri in the family book of fairy tales. Revati, on the other hand, had changed into her pajamas, which consisted of a long-sleeved men's shirt three sizes too big. The red fabric hung to her knees, and the words "Olde Landon Halloweenfest 3544" had been printed across the front. Revati picked up her blanket, draping it around her shoulders. Sleep wasn't going to return any time soon. Revati reached underneath her part of the mattress until she found the stories.
Outside the metal doors, Revati could hear distant voices, and carefully she slid the door open. Amma and Dusk were sitting together on the cat-shaped couch, murmuring to each other over tea.
"I don't see how they could know..." Amma began, and then she trailed off, spotting Revati.
"Insomnia again?" She asked gently, and Revati nodded, walking past the two of them.
"If you're going up to the greenhouse, be quiet; I made a bed for the boy up there," Mother replied.
"Really, Amma? You couldn't give him a bed?" Revati asked, opening the front door.
"He would freeze in the fridge, and he said he liked plants," Mother replied.
Outside, the fog was still shifting, and Revati moved ten spaces to the right.
"Evening, boss," Juniper's voice called, and she suddenly appeared holding a jar filled with glowing mushrooms.
"Any problems?" Revati asked.
"Nope, it's been a pretty quiet night!" Juniper said.
"Good, make sure your brother takes over your shift! We don't want you fainting from sleep deprivation again," Revati replied.
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isabellebissonrouthier · 10 months ago
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YELLOW ASK GAME: WRITEBLR: WORLDBUILDING
GOLD - What is the most important piece of worldbuilding?
MEDALLION - What is the most valuable object in this world?
FLAME - What kind of world is this?
SUNSHINE - Does it have the same solar system and constellations as reality?
HONEY - How are children treated?
BUTTER - What is the most common illness, and how is it treated?
MUSTARD - What are the religions? Are any of them true?
CHEDDAR - What are the most and least broken laws?
CORN - What is the most common crop?
BANANA - Invent a fact on the spot!
SYRUP - Are there potions? Give a potion recipe!
BUTTERSCOTCH - Who governs?
PINEAPPLE - What is the most common allergy? How dangerous is it?
LEMON - What happens to the criminals? Are there prisons?
CANARY - What language do they speak? Is it one you invented?
DANDELION - What subject is deemed most important at schools?
MARIGOLD - What location does the story start in?
DAFFODIL - What location does the story end in?
BUMBLEBEE - If you existed in this world, what role would you have?
WASP - Describe the most important location to the plot!
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aorticsims · 8 months ago
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Julia Brooks (v2)
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Equipped with a vintage charm, Julia Brooks presents herself as an idealistic family first kinda gal... which couldn't be farther from the truth. She loves her kids, but not her husband- kinda? It's a fire and ice relationship tbh.
Full Name: Julia Alice-Georgina Brooks Pronouns: she/her Age: Young Adult; early 20s Life State: Sim Career/Schooling: Drama student at Foxbury Aspiration: Master Actress Personality: Romance, with secondary Popularity Traits: Mean, Outgoing, Movie Buff, Lavish, Jealous Family: Wife of Harris O'Byrne, Mother of Addy, Ginny and Joel Brook-O'Byrne Zodiac: Leo Likes: Astrology, Bar Drinks, Baroque Music, Bars, Taking Baths, Beauty, Cleaning, Compliments, Countdowns, Dancing, Emotional Decision-Makers, Egotistical Sims, Fashion, Flirtation, French Country Decor, Healthy Food, Iced Tea, Malicious Interactions, Movies, Partywear, Phone, Physical Intimacy, Polished Fashion, Pool, Pop Culture, Purple, Raspberry, Sleepwear, Singer-Songwriter Music, Spring, Sun, Vintage Decor, Wellness, White Dislikes: Beer, Blue, Homestyle Cooking, Crime, Family, Gossip, Gourmet Cooking, Hip Hop Music, Industrial Decor, Luxe Decor, Nature, Nudity, Pineapple Flavours, Pizza, Rain, Rascals, Reading, Religion, Romance Music, Spicy Flavours, Sports, Stories, Tea, Vehicles Hobby: Fashion & Beauty Skills: Acting/5, Handiness/3, Piano/5, Tartosiano/2, Singing/2 Social Standing: Bad rep Spoken Language(s): Simlish
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romantiicas · 19 days ago
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kao  supassara,  lesbian,  cis  woman,  she/her. ♡ now  entering  the  apartment  building  is pimwalee  "honey"  chaichana,  a twenty  five year  old  who  is  currently  a   romance  author. netizens  have  said  they  seem absentminded but  others  have  said  they’re empathetic !  gossip  aside,  we’re  sure  they’re  bound  to  be  a  fan  favorite  !
L I N K S .
wanted.   
playlist.         
pinterest.
full biography.    (it's kind of long so feel free to ignore it :)
B A S I C S .
birth name : pimwalee chaichana
nickname(s) : honey
date of birth : september 30, 1999
age : 25
gender : cis woman
pronouns : she/her
sexuality : lesbian
relationship status : single
birthplace : khon kaen, thailand
currently : seoul, south korea
languages : thai ( fluent ), korean ( fluent ), english ( proficient )
religion : nonpracticing buddhist
education : bachelors in literature and linguistics from seoul national university
occupation : romance author
pets : white rabbit named luci
H E A L T H .
preferred hand : left
blood type : b+
allergies : none 
physical : very healthy, follows a semi-strict pescatarian diet.
mental : undiagnosed anxiety
social : extremely social, loves to be in the company of others - never really learned the meaning of “stranger danger”
P E R S O N A L I T Y .
libra sun. infp (mediator), phlegmatic, patience, envy, hufflepuff, chaotic good, 6w5 (the guardian)
positive traits : sociable, empathetic, selfless
neutral traits : perceptive, dramatic
negative traits : naive, awkward, absentminded
habits : biting her lips when thinking
likes : long nails, lipgloss, halloween, flower scented perfume, butter noodles, shopping, early morning walks, stargazing, green tea, and writing poetry.
dislikes : pineapple flavored drinks, dust, sweating, candy corn, creature movies, flip flops, people who yell and vodka.
fears : ghosts, premature death
label : the girl next door
tropes : hopeless romantic, broken bird, nice girl
inspiration : lupita fernandez ( rebelde ), rory gilmore ( gilmore girls ), and waverly earp ( wynonna earp ), juliette fairmont ( first kill ) +MORE
A P P E A R A N C E .
faceclaim : kao supassara
face : high cheekbones, slightly upturned lips. wide, almond-shaped eyes, hidden behind long lashes and a bright smile. +MORE
hair : shoulder length dark brown hair, styled in soft waves or kept straight. ( occasionally pinned back with thrifted hair clips )
body : slender and petite, surprising perfect posture
style : a mix of bohemian and 90s grunge, combining feminine lace and flowy pieces with edgier elements like leather jackets and vests. often layers crop tops, camisoles, and bralettes with cardigans or leather jackets. huge fan of flowly skirts. +MORE
misc : double lobe piercings on each ear, "the ache to be alive" tattooed across her forearm, butterfly on her spine and matching bow tattoo with her best friend on her bicep. +MORE
A E S T H E T I C S .
dancing barefoot in a living room, fingers absentmindedly twirling a loose piece of hair, sticky notes covered in doodles and half finished thoughts, heart-shaped sunglasses perched on the top of her head even when it’s cloudy, sunkissed skin still warm from the afternoon, abundant laughter echoing in a crowded room, doodles of hearts and stars trailing up her arm like constellations, the scent of vanilla and jasmine lingering long after she’s gone, a bedroom filled with twinkling fairy lights and stacks of unfinished books, sticky notes covered in loopy handwriting scattered across her vanity, the glow of her phone screen casting shadows in the dim light, soft hums escaping as she fixes her hair, and a soft smile. +MORE
H E A D C A N O N S .
honey writes under the pen name clover belle. she had been struggling for weeks to come up with the perfect pseudonym that felt personal yet enchanting enough to suit the kinds of romances she wrote. then, one evening, as she walked home after a long shift, she spotted a four-leaf clover peeking out from a patch of grass along the sidewalk. it felt like a sign, a little piece of luck she desperately needed at that moment.
she has a 2 year old rabbit named luci, that she found outside while walking home drunk one night, although for the first year of her life she was known as lucifer, until honey brought her to the vet for a routine check up and found out that she was indeed a girl. 
she writes love poetry on her spare time, though she’s never shown them to anyone. 
a baby gay! she only recently came out to her friends and family. it wasn’t some grand declaration or a sudden burst of courage. It happened in small, quiet moments, one family member / friend at a time.
she has an irrational fear of ghosts. as a child her cousins would frequently pull pranks on her and for an entire summer convinced her that their house was haunted by a ghost named, art who hated little kids with curly hair. to this day she still refuses to go into the basement of their house alone out of fear that they were telling the truth.
she’s on a strict pescatarian diet after a disastrous attempt at veganism. started after she watched a documentary about factory farming and decided she couldn’t eat meat anymore. but her resolve crumbled after two weeks when she was caught eating a blt during a moment of weakness. she compromised by allowing herself to eat fish because, “they don’t have faces you can feel guilty about”
she’s a memory hoarder. honey keeps every gift, card, or trinket she’s ever been given. although her prized possessions are her parents things. she keeps her mother’s old romance novels on a special shelf and wears her father’s high school class ring on a chain around her neck.
T L D R .
honey was born in kohn kaen, thailand to highschool sweethearts.
however, her world was shattered when her mother left after an affair.
desperate to start over, she moved to south korea with her father.
after studying literature at seoul national university, she became a barista while pursuing her dream of writing. however, shortly after, her debut romance novel, in her arms, gained popularity, allowing her to quit her job and write full time.
embracing her identity, honey came out and applied for seoulmates, hoping for new inspiration and a sense of belonging among other queer women.
E S T A B L I S H E D .
tba hopefully :)
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isfjmel-phleg · 7 months ago
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Why I think you guys might like Space Boy
Space Boy is a webcomic by Stephen McCranie. It's being gradually published in book form, but you can read the entire thing (as it currently stands--it's still in progress) online here.
It's set in the future in a world that's a little to the left of ours, and it begins with a girl named Amy, who lives on a mining colony in deep space. When her father loses his job, the family has to relocate to Earth. It's a long journey that requires them to be cryogenically frozen for the duration so they don't have to waste decades of their lives. Unfortunately, that means that Amy will wake up to find that she's now thirty years younger than her friends from home. It's a difficult adjustment, not only that but having to get used to a planet she's never been to before, but experiencing Earth for the first time is also cause for wonderment. Twinkling stars! Blue skies! Birds! Snow!
Amy has a form of synesthesia in which she perceives other people as having "flavors." Her mom is mint, her best friend is pineapple and jalapeno, etc. So at her new school, she is surprised to encounter a boy who, unlike anyone else she's ever met, has no flavor. None at all. Her curiosity will lead to even more mystery--no one knows who exactly this boy is, and there are a lot of rumors swirling around him--but also a friendship. Oliver has a lot of secrets, and as a result of her association with him, Amy will find herself caught up in a situation that's bigger and more dangerous than she could have anticipated.
And that's the plot, but what it's about is how to make sense of a world that seems chaotic and uncaring, how to find meaning when everything seems meaningless. It's about isolation and the need for human connection. It's about love. It's sweet and joyful and tragic and funny and poignant and suspenseful and gentle by turns. Although the story itself does not overtly address religion, the worldview is subtly, beautifully Christian.
A lot of what made me love this story was the characters. They feel very real. Amy is warm-hearted and guileless and determinedly optimistic, but she's got her share of struggles and low points alongside her sunniness. Oliver has a very different nature from hers, no less complex, and he's in the middle of a fantastic character arc. Their relationship, which progresses from friendship to romantic interest, is well-written; they bring out the best in each other, are mutually willing to sacrifice for the other, and are making genuine effort to be supportive and encouraging despite a lot of complications. I do not say this lightly: I ship it.
The supporting cast is excellent too, and many of these characters have their own subplots that connect to the main themes. This world feels well-populated with a variety of people that have their own stories and their own growth (...or not) to undertake.
The art is lovely, and it gets better and better as McCranie solidifies his style. There are fun unique design traits, like Amy's distinctive pigtails and pointy feet (her design was originally based off a teardrop motif!). The world is visually interesting, and I find this story to be as pleasant to look at as it is to read.
Anyway, I don't know if this is enough propaganda for you guys, but I'm willing to elaborate further if necessary. It's worth a try, you can read it for free, and it comes in small increments that make it easy to pick up whenever you have a free moment.
I enjoyed it a lot (the hiatus can't end soon enough for me), and maybe you would too!
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armandposting · 5 months ago
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hey can we revisit the scene where louis sucked armands blood in front of Daniel while armand was still playing Rashid. because I just watched that again and it's a fucking nutso bonkers piece of weird sex roleplay. louis I thought you didn't like theater kids why did you come up with your imaginary staff member's entire daily schedule his religion and his hobbies. why did you say that thing about how he eats nothing but honey and pineapple for days. does armand really do that even tho they taste like nothing to him. are they exhibitionist like this all the time or was this purely for Daniel's benefit. I have so many goddamn questions
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ratligion-official · 1 month ago
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Dear Rat Messiahs, I saw your post that you accept everyone into your religion. But will you accept a sinner like me who enjoys spicy pineapple pizza? I've been rejected from many religions, I hope that the giant rat understands my dark, twisted pineapple nature (I can't help it)
we pray for your recovery
you may stay within the religion but we hope your ways will change soon /silly
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whiskeysmulti · 6 months ago
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The owl is seen as an omen of death in many religions and cultures. My ass: oh-ho? Ya don't say?
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The Lotus is a plant that belongs to the Nelumbo genus, and it has been connected with purity, rebirth and divinity. The lotus flower symbolizes rising from a dark place into beauty and rebirth, as this is precisely how a lotus flower grows.
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My ass: Orly? Pineapples are a symbol of hospitality, swinger lifestyle, warmth and welcoming, but in the early Christian art of the 1500s and 1600s it symbolized prosperity and eternal life, immortality and reincarnation.
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oh? OH.
Interesting.
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durr-burrguhpgjo · 1 year ago
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now i thought too much about fucking food having sex in Calorum.
like can every food have children wirh one another? could there be a potential radish-biscuit running around? or do the foods have to be more closely related to have children together? is a sandwich born because some bread, cheese, meat, lettuce and tomato all fucked? is there a religion saying "a cupcake shall not lay with a garlic 'cause that would be gross"? If a pineapple and a pizza fucked would a pineapple pizza be born? are pineapple pizzas regularly mobbed in school? are there romance novels featuring the tragic love story of a strawberry and their lover - a potato? I have questions.
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snickerzanddoodlez · 1 year ago
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SNICKERDOODLEZ TALKS ABOUT BEING A CHRISTIAN, AND “BRO WHAT HAPPENED?? JESUS WAS JESUS AND YALL ARE SO MUCH LESS CHILL THAN HIM. CALM DOWN”
So uhhhh fun fact!! I’m a Christian!! Who hates how so many Christians act nowadays!!
First off: Can we normalize like…asking questions?? Without being seen as disrespectful? Like there’s a difference between “UGH WHYYYY” and “why?” but like….questioning commands we’re given and questioning belief systems.
Like why are we trying to stigmatize questioning authority?? No, normalize questioning authority
As well as this, I feel like it’s a big stereotype that religious people hate when you question their religion, and like- in a disrespect way? Yeah. Fair- but as a Christian like….no!!! Question your belief system!! Question what you’re taught! I’ve had the pleasure of being surrounded by lovely people who are more than eager to answer questions and admit when they don’t know something! Heck, so many times they go research it themselves so that they can come back to me like “HEY that was a good question here’s what I found!!”- like- THEY ENCOURAGE ASKING QUESTIONS
MY BIBLE TEACHERS ARE ALWAYS LIKE “YES THANK YOU QUESTIONS ARE GOOD.” Half of our Bible classes are debates. It’s awesome. My current Bible teacher- first of all, a sarcastic king. We love him. He’s an icon- HE LIKE- TRIES TO DISPROVE EVERYTHING WE PUT FORWARD SO WE QUESTION THINGS.
DO THAT!!! Questioning my faith has only ever made it stronger!
And also just like- generally respect people? Like, yeah, some people are going to have SPICY opinions…but like…I don’t care what your political leaning or religious views are or whether you like pineapple on pizza!!! Respect people!! Respect their opinions!! (AS LONG AS THIS OPINION IS NOT HURTING ANYONE…like, I’m sorry, but we do not condone p3d0phillia in this Good Christian Minecraft Server™)
Like, so many Christians are like “OMG!!! WHY R U WEARING THAT!! UR GOING TO HELL >:C” when like- boy no that’s not what the Bible says at ALL where the frick did you get that from??? Yunno Paul?? Yunno everyone else in the Bible??? Calm down, I know my ankles are sexy but that’s no reason to yell
JESUS SPECIFICALLY SOUGHT OUT PEOPLE THAT SOCIETY HATED, BECAUSE HE LOVES EVERYONE??? BRO “TREAT YOUR NEIGHBOR THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED”- I COULD BE WRONG BUT ISNT THAT FROM THE BIBLE?? BRO WHAT ARE YALL DOING smh where are you WWJD bracelets 😔 ALSO HOW DID WE GET TO THE POINT WHERE RACISM IS ASSOCIATED WITH CHRISTIANITY. LIKE BROS WHAT DID YOU DO. WHAT. JESUS LEAVES FOR TEN MINUTES AND NOW WE RACIST??? BROSKIS
Anyways, uh- ask questions! Normalize that! Do your own research! Also like- stop being so judgy, Christians. Jesus was like a chill guy, I think we forget that?? He was super sarcastic sometimes, he answered people’s questions, he was like the most humble guy in history- so Christians, even God is more chill than you. Broskis. My mans.
Can we chill? Let’s chill.
👍
Question authority love your neighbor respect others byeeeeeeeeeee
-sincerely, a fantasy-loving neuro-divergent recovering-from-clinical-depression Christian :]
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hp-fruit-fest · 2 years ago
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Mod Prompts
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Taste the rainbow...🍒🍑🍋🥝🫐🍆🍇
Cherry
Symbolism: Prosperity, fortune, perfection, and eternity.
Song: “Cherry” by Lana del Rey
Song: "Cherry Wine” by Hozier
Phrase: “popping one’s cherry”
Peach
Symbolism: immortality, long life
Song: "Peaches" by Justin Bieber, featuring Daniel Caesar and Giveon
...also, it's a booty.
Lemon
Symbolism: longevity, purification
Song: "Lemon Eyes" by Meg Myers
History: in ye olden fandom days, "lemon" referred to explicit erotic content.
Kiwi
Symbolism: happiness; bold desires; future success
Song: “Kiwi” by Maroon 5
Blueberry
Symbolism: youth, optimism, and confidence
Eggplant
Symbolism: rebirth and rejuvenation
also: dick.
Grape
Symbolism: festivity and merriment; intoxication and debauchery; inner transformation.
Mythology: associated with Dionysus, god of wine and pleasure.
...and other treats (and sweets!) 😋
Pomegranate
Symbolism: death and fertility
Religion: some believe it is the pomegranate, rather than the apple, that was the “forbidden fruit”
Mythology: Hades uses pomegranates to trick Persephone into staying in the Underworld; because she ate in the Underworld, she was tied to it.
Song: “Pomegranate Seeds” by Julian Moon
Lychee
Symbolism: romance and beauty
Watermelon
Symbolism: life and love; abundance and fertility
Song: "Watermelon Sugar" by Harry Styles
Mango
Symbolism: desire, erotic fantasies, new beginnings
Song: "Mango" by Bilal Shahid
Pineapple
Symbolism: celebration, welcome, and hospitality
Signal: upside down pineapples are used as a code to identify fellow swingers.
Song: "Pineapple Slice" by Tove Lo
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forestanomaly · 2 months ago
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hi. I translated another one of my stories in english. It might be a downer, it's about the end of the world. Ok bye
Dance of the mayflies
Today they started the countdown.
A girl of five smiled an incomplete toothy smile as Ursa placed the ordered dish in front of her. Ursa did her best not to stare – children are rarity these days. Few people want to give life to a generation that may never grow up.
Ursa Maritimus Hopkins was a part of so-called last generation of the Earth. Time Sector Eight was coming to an end, and it was becoming obvious that The End is near. It was January of 9980-8 – and today the countdown until the inevitable death of the life on Earth started.
She went back behind the counter and looked over the cafeteria. The roof of the building mimicked a glass dome, with the illusion of daylight shining through its vaults. Looking up, one could see the ancient blue skies, crisscrossed by clouds and long-extinct birds - now a flock of small light black paper planes - apus apus - was flying over the heads of visitors. Ages ago, they used to call them swifts. Nowadays, you can see one in person only in capital’s poultry houses. This old recording was dated during the day, although the sky was now adopting that color in the late afternoon. Surface outing groups are not advised to go outside before 6:00 p.m. - the blinding light reflecting off the desert sand eventually destroys the eyes, even with UV protection.
Ursa was drawing mayflies dancing between spiky stars on a napkin.
- How can you think about stars at this time? – voice of Jubata Marsh caught her off guard. - I don’t know. How can you think about anything other than stars? - Touché, - Juba sighed, stretching out on the counter. - How’s your mother? - Praying.
Ursa signed. Stellism initially sounded like a good idea, but many practiced the new religion too far beyond the boundaries of light oblivion. Patricia Marsh's notions of "pleading" were reduced to embracing bottle of something strong for a day. Or a week.
- Can I stay at yours? Logan is studying today. - What else could you do? Just bring something to eat. - Yes, ma’am.
The clock struck 8:00 p.m. when Ursa heard the doorbell ring.
- You took your time. - I decided to give you a couple extra hours of peace. I have news, though, - Juba followed Ursa into the kitchen, waving hello to her parents on the way. At this point he was welcomed here like family, so Ursa hadn't even bothered to warn them of her friend's visit. Last thing he saw in the living room – Mrs. Hopkins got up to move the chair from the spot where he usually lays out his sleeping bag. - What news? – Ursa clinked with glasses of cold water. - Father wrote. They have confirmed the order and will publicize it at the end of the month when they withdraw the troops. The war will be over. - They decided on it so fast? – Ursa turned around in one spin, still holding a can of tea leaves. - The commander-in-chief had a nervous breakdown. He kept crying about what an idiot he was and how he wanted to go home to his kids. They had to give him a sedative right in his office. - What a time for remorse. Had he waited a little longer – and the funniest event in the history of Sector Eight would have been the fight over who would be considered the winner of the last war after the sun exploded.
Juba surprisingly enthusiastically snorted with laughter – usually Ursa is able to make him laugh only when he’s losing his last drops of sanity. She sighed and put a glass of cold tea in front of him. There’s nothing you could say here. How can you console a person who realises that they see the last days of their species existing?
Juba brought a whole box of pizza with real cheese and pineapples.
- You are a maniac. It’s way too expensive, we haven't had one of these even for Christmas in two years, - Ursa catched her breath, looking over a box of overpriced ingredients. - What else would I spend the money on? It’s perfect for today. - Touché, - Hopkins sighed and went to grab a knife.
The garlands still hanged from the ceiling, so the Hopkins family – and Acinonyx Jubata Marsh – sat in the glow of yellow sparklers and, for the first time in a long time, remembered what real cheese and pineapple tasted like, drank iced tea and talked quietly, re-telling old stories.
- Do you think we could’ve handled it better? – Ursa asked, nursing her glass. - How? - Idunno. We could’ve been happier. Simpler. Could’ve done something good before the end. - You know, if you're bored, we can still organise a doomsday and run around the bunker robbing and killing everyone we see, - Juba smirked. - Pass. - Then think about it this way. We could be bawling over the lost days in an office full of murder weapons because the soldiers wouldn't let us shoot ourselves. But we're sitting here drinking tea and eating luxury pizza with real cheese from real cows. I think we're doing pretty good.
Ursa took out a napkin out her pocket. On it, mayflies danced between the sparkling comets.
- Yeah, seems like it.
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