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divinegrey · 1 year

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Jealousy HCs with some of the Valorant ladies?

Hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself 💜

- Knockout Anon 💜

sure thing!! hope you're taking care of yourself too!!

JEALOUSY HEADCANONS

agents listed: astra, fade, jett, killjoy, neon, raze, reyna, sage, skye, viper

Astra isn't much of the jealous type. She's reassured by the fact that you chose her as your girlfriend, and she lives by the standard that unless she has any reason not to, Astra trusts you implicitly. That and you're both very excellent communicators with each other. You know each other's deepest fears, worries, regrets... there isn't anything you don't know about Astra. Jealousy isn't too much of a concern here.

Fade can be jealous at times, but only out of fear that you'll find someone better than her. Her radiance has always given her trouble, and the nightmares target her as much as they target everyone else. If she sees you laughing with someone else, Fade might be a little jealous, but some reassurance and quality time with you will quell that jealousy in no time.

Jett gets jealous, for sure. As someone who's always trying to prove herself to be worthwhile, Jett will get jealous if someone else is garnering your attention. As a result, she'll become extremely cocky and brash to try and prove herself to you again, which becomes an issue on the battlefield. You're worried about her and the numerous injuries she collects, and though you reassure her time and time again that you're hers, Jett is still prone to insecurity and jealousy.

Killjoy isn't much of the jealous type, but with you, it's entirely different. She cements herself very quickly as an important person in your life, and though she tries to see the best in everyone else, she does get insecure, wondering if you want someone 'better' than her. Killjoy's jealousy results in her locking herself away, but you know the access codes to her labs. Killjoy needs plenty of reassurance to know that she's safe with you.

Neon gets pissed when she's jealous. If someone else flirts with you, Neon slides right up to your side and lays a fat kiss onto your cheek to make it very clear to the other person that you are, in fact, taken and unavailable. Too much flirting from outside parties will result in Neon overclocking her radiance and becoming an electric bomb. Neon is working on it, but she's so protective of the people that she cares about that it's hard to avoid. You love it, though.

Raze doesn't get jealous. Why would she? She's the life of the party! Raze knows she's great, and that translates into a very secure relationship with you. However, she does get feisty when other people try to flirt with you. Raze is protective of you for a dozen reasons, so she'll make it obvious that you're hers by giving you personalized artwork on jackets, and also generally being loud about her love and affection for you.

Reyna gets jealous. God bless the souls who even dare try to flirt with you, because the moment they do, Reyna is descending down from the shadows, eyes alight with power and her skin shimmering with her Empress form. Every part of you is Reyna's, and that's something she takes immense pride in. You chose Reyna as your girlfriend, so Reyna is going to protect that, even if it means murdering someone in their sleep. At the end of the day, Reyna is yours, and you are hers. Nothing will change that. Nothing.

Sage gets jealous, but only when she has an actual reason to be. If you're getting closer to someone and starting a new friendship, she might be a little jealous, but when you return to her every night to sleep in the same bed, her jealousy goes away. Proper communication and open feelings makes for a very easy relationship with Sage, so keep it up!

Skye herself isn't jealous, but her animals sure are. If someone is openly trying to get your attention and making moves, a Tasmanian tiger and two hawks are going to annoy the shit out of that person until they leave you alone. You know that Skye's jealousy comes from her need to protect her pack, and since she's your girlfriend, you're included in that. Her animals help keep everything under control and help everyone know that you're happily taken.

Viper is... a control freak at best. She'll know the exact moment someone is trying to take you away from her, and she'll cut it off at the wrist. Literally. Viper's jealousy comes from her overprotectiveness over her territory. Once, Chamber tried making a move on you, and it went very poorly for him once he realized what was waiting for him in the shadows. Needless to say, he needed a double dose of an antidote to feel better after that. Viper will do everything to keep you hers, and honestly, you like it.

~~~~~ A/N: thank you for reading! I really like these easy prompts that I can do for all of the agents, so thank you for requesting!!!

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ve1il · 5 months

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Here is a list of perfumes that i think Nanami would wear.

Before starting let me explain my vision. The perfumes on this list vary between very strong scents and fresh ones, i feel he would have this big collection of perfumes and he would choose very wisely and planned for which occasion or when he feels like using it and of course he has a very refined taste.

(Everything here came from the sephora site, if you guys want to check it out)

TOM FORD Ombré Leather

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Woody Spices

Key Notes: Black Leather, Violet Flower, Jasmine Flower

Fragrance Description: A distinct floral leather, Ombre Leather Parfum intensifies the original scent, fusing heated leather florals with woods. This perfume merges black leather with powerful violet leaf and sensual cedarwood laced with a hint of green tobacco—capturing the unbridled sensuality of the American west.

$275.00

JO MALONE Wood Sage & Sea Salt Cologne

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Earthy Green & Herbs

Key Notes: Ambrette Seeds, Sea Salt, Sage

Fragrance Description: Enwrapping and joyful. Windswept walks along the beach, the air fresh with sea salt, the mineral scent of rugged cliffs and earthiness of sage.

$165.00

CLEAN RESERVE Reserve - rain

Fragrance Family: Fresh

Scent Type: Fresh Aquatics

Key Notes: Bergamot, White Flower, Vetiver

Fragrance Description: This unique unisex perfume captures the dewy scent that lingers in the air after a lush rainfall. Crisp, watery cucumber notes and airy musk blend with vetiver and patchouli adding a touch of earthiness to create the calming scent you inhale walking in the woods after a passing rain.

$110.00

ARMANI BEAUTY Armani cold parfum

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Citrus & Woods

Key Notes: Mandarin Essence, Bergamot Essence, Rosemary Essence, Vanilla Extract, Cedar Wood Essence

Fragrance Description: The Code Le Parfum rewrites the code of a timeless masculine fragrance, infusing the powerful and seductive signature tonka bean with fresh scent notes of iris, sage, and bergamot, to create a woody aromatic fragrance blend that is long-lasting and uniquely distinctive.

$144.00

YVES SAINT LAURENT L'Homme

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Citrus & Woods

Key Notes: Bitter Orange, Oakwood, Vetiver

Fragrance Description: L’Homme Eau de Parfum is a warm and woody men's cologne inspired by an orange bourbon sour. Sparkling bitter orange creates tension with the warmth of bourbon notes from oakwood infusion and vetiver, reinventing the iconic L'Homme signature in a more intense version with a sensual trail.

$129.00

TOM FORD Oud wood

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Classic Woods

Key Notes: Rare Oud Wood, Sandalwood, Chinese Pepper

Fragrance Description: A composition of exotic, smoky woods including rare oud, sandalwood, rosewood, eastern spices, and sensual amber—revealing oud‘s rich and compelling power.

$295.00

(I’m planning on doing with other jjk’s character too so stay tuned)

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adminbryantsaki · 6 months

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Fennel Seed

Fatgum x reader.

Hand job. (I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: making out in a closet, semi-public, discreet sex, mentioning claustrophobia. WC: 812.

You and your boyfriend were attending the annual ball that was held for all the Heroes the night before the rankings were announced to the whole country. You had spent the day getting all dressed up doing your hair and makeup to get ready for that evening. You were currently sipping at your second glass of champagne and talking with one of the other heroes at your table as Fatgum was walking around the ballroom talking with other heroes as he was getting some appetizers from the buffet line to bring back for the both of you. He set a plate in front of you that wasn’t quite as full as his and he sat down to eat. He ate and talked with one of the heroes who was also sitting at the table. You ate and looked over to your boyfriend who kept shifting in his seat as if he was uncomfortable in his chair even though it was made specially for him to sit in for tonight. You looked over and put a hand on his arm.

“Are you okay, Taishiro?” You asked him. He looked back at you then to one of the exits of the room then back to you. “I might need to step out for a moment and I’m feeling a little enclosed and trapped. I’d like if you could come with me so you could help me not feel as trapped and enclosed as I feel right now.” He told you. The words he told you were code words were signals to you that he was in the mood and you were to come with him so the two of you could find a closet for some quick release before going back to the party. Your face heated up a bit and you took a bite of your pumpkin roll that had hints of fennel seed and sage in it before standing to follow him out of the ballroom, hearing someone say, ‘what was that all about?’ and ‘I didn’t know that Fatgum was claustrophobic.’ This made you stifle a laugh as you watched Fatgum turn a corner and go down a vacant hallway and duck into a large closet while checking down the hallway to see if you were able to follow him. He smiled and left the door ajar for you to slip in at an opportune moment. You slid into the closet and released the giggles you kept to yourself. You looked up to see that he was towering over you, he kissed you gently and pressed you up against the wall before he worked his belt and zipper down. “Do something quick, I don’t want to miss the dinner course. I heard they had a seafood gumbo that I want to try.” He spoke and kissed you again as you dropped down and began to stroke his cock out of his underwear and out to an erection before pumping his length fully. He groaned and braced himself against the wall as you gave him a hand job. You worked fast and quick to make sure that you two would be decent and make it back to the table before dinner was served. You found a nearby towel to cover his erection as you stroked him to completion and he held back his groan of relief. You put the towel in a nearby laundry bin and he made himself decent again. He turned to you and kissed you gently while cupping your cheek. “Thank you darling. I don’t feel so trapped now.” He told you and chuckled. You smiled and held his hand as the two of you walked back to the table.

The two of you came back just in time before the dinner would be served. One of the heroes looked at you and asked.

“So, why would you go into a closet if Fatgum is claustrophobic?” They asked. “Oh. Its opposite. He can get overwhelmed by his surroundings so going into a closet with just me or just by himself can help him calm down.” You spoke, looking over to Fatgum who was smiling at you with how smooth your cover up was. Dinner was soon served after and Fatgum was able to enjoy the seafood gumbo that had notes of fennel seed, onion, cumin, garlic, and paprika int the broth which he enjoyed. The rest of the night went well and you enjoyed yourselves.

The end.

#bnha #admin writes #mha #bnha fatgum x reader #bnha fatgum #fatgum #my hero academia #fatgum x reader #bnha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #mha taishiro #taishiro x reader #mha kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #smut #spice tober 2023 #spicetober 2023

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thewrittingpan · 2 months

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Random Head cannons:

Lilia

I firmly believe that he would have a Mountian Dew addiction- sure I think other sodas are possible too like Dr. Pepper but there’s this “dad clock” that has haunted every divorced father I’ve met and it’s a Mountain Dew clock and it always hangs on the wall where the kitchen meets the dinning table. Don’t ask me why it’s a trend in my life that’s between me and my therapist but I feel that Lilia would probably own one in his gamer room.

Speaking of which he’s got a damn gammer room. I’ve admittedly been out of the loop event and plot wise since the release of ignihide’s chapter (I can not spell forgive my dyslexic ass), but it doesn’t matter if it’s just his bedroom, a whole separate room, a streaming room or not. It has a fancy custom built pc, one that lights up and the whole room is themed to match. It’s very well put together and could probably pay my college tuition with the merchandise he may collect.

I personally think that since Lilia is so old, he tends to hoard things. It obviously snuck into my fic Ring of Mushrooms with just the whole house being a cluttered mess of history. Some of it is me trying not to be a hoarder myself but living nicknack because I am just a bird in a human shape, but he just has a lot of things he forgets about.

Call it time blindness, forgetfulness, or sentimentality but he just keeps pictures, books, gifts, random things his sons have drug into the house or stuffed into their pockets. He has jars of buttons that Malleus collected as a toddler, the shiny rocks Silver picked up by the stream, he’s the type of guy to have a full box of the same pencil because it’s his favorite and there was a rumor it was being discontinued.

I also think that he has a soft spot for pinks and pastels especially when the boys were young. Mint/sage greens were a common choice for blankets, hats, and mittens. He also probably color coded the boys. It doesn’t matter if they were the same age or not just for ease and avoiding fights he totally did.

Lilia probably has a bunch of abandoned hobbies. Things he did long enough to have a humans level of decent but not great. if he were to “relearn” it he would appear to be a savant to a real beginner. Some of these hobbies include: Calligraphy, Crochet, Knitting, Fish lure making, Astronomy, Woodworking

Hobbies he would be bad at:

Drawing/Painting, he has a bad understanding of color but a great eye for depth and detail. The forms are always very off putting though.

He tried birdwatching he isn’t bad at it per se, but he often gets interrupted or caught up in something that is not the birds.

He wanted to do quilting and scapbooking, it’s not that he can’t do them either but he always forgets the projects. The scrapbooks mostly the quilts he has a lot more practice with as baby shower gifts for neighbors and for his own kids. Yet his stiches can be sloppy same with the binding.

He has a fondness for spinel gems he likes the wide array of colors like most gems but he likes a lot of the vibrant pinks they come in

Malleus

I think malleus would have a habit of forgetting to eat if not reminded or brought food. I cannot explain why I think this I just have a hunch.

I think Malleus is great at word puzzles and puzzles in general, it’s not inherently that he’s super smart but he just knows patterns more often than not. However he is quite horrible at pop culture references and trivia. For example he is good at Wordle, Sudoku, crosswords, and connections, but since crosswords and connections often have pop culture references those are the ones he struggles with most.

When he was young he collected things. I mean a lot of things, buttons, pins, rocks, pinecones, leaves, he pressed and dried flowers, half of his room was just wall-to-wall collections. This continued on until now but it’s just gotten more mild, though it flares up during stressful times.

He’s very good at quilting if I had to assign a good trade themed hobby. I’m open to other needle crafts like embroidery or cross-stitch but I think quilting is something that gets done during school breaks and he often sews in former button collections to them.

I think he has an aversion to some kind of food, whether it be things like a texture like he doesn’t like the feeling of bananas or the taste of pees makes him nauseous. I don’t think it’s an allergy or anything just something that physically makes him feel like death is the only solution to the minor inconvenience.

He’s a peridot guy sure emeralds work too but if he’s being honest the peridots are cuter

Silver

One time he had a talking to about throwing sand. He was only three at the time but it had to be revisited after an incident with an ant hill when he was four.

He sleeps in a funeral-showing sort of way. His hands clasped on his chest while he lays on his back. He rarely moves in his sleep, but cheese can cause him to sleep walk.

Speaking of which he has a mild lactose intolerance. He doesn’t care to actively avoid dairy but he often forgets he has it. On many occasions he has eaten too much dairy and was genuinely confused by the way he was having tummy troubles.

He cries at weddings.

He doesn’t cry at funerals.

Silver has this hobby of wanting to bird hunt but falls asleep too often. He does however have some half okay drawing skills. Enough to have an upper hand in Pictionary maybe but a good hand on proportions and the details are messy but it works.

He has a fondness for pearls it’s the type of jewelry he thinks is the most beautiful.

#fanfiction #twst #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland #headcannons #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver #headcanon

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nacrelysis · 9 months

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on the akasha terminal & the archon quest

i want to point out that the original function of the akasha terminal, per nahida's words, is "to compile people's wisdom in the name of their archon."

wisdom is sacred in sumeru. in that sense, the akasha terminal was sacred not because it was created by rukkhadevata, but because it created an archive of knowledge for everyone to use. because it made wisdom - and the pursuit of it - accessible. because people could voluntarily offer their experiences to the akasha in the hopes that it could help any one person now or in the future.

the sages bastardized that. they turned the akasha from a sacred archive for the common people to a method of dependence, to the point that it was almost too easy for them to abuse it. all it took was any person in power at the akademiya to rewrite the code, and then they had all of sumeru's dreams at their disposal - eventually, they had all of sumeru's people at their disposal. these sages didn't see the common folk as people. they saw them as deposits of knowledge they could farm again and again, down to the last child, as long as they could achieve their hubris.

and here's the thing - i think i recall that eleazar is fairly well-known amongst the population. it's not common, but it's not rare. so the fact that the sages knowingly put people with chronic illness into a mentally strenuous and never-been-done-before time loop for their 'human god' makes it even more vile.

but, like, that's the point, right?

the sages don't see the people as people. they don't see their workers as workers. they don't see their scholars as scholars. the akasha never did anything except provide the means for their greed.

to them, it was only ever the akasha terminal - a tool built by rukkhadevata to help sumeru survive without an archon, yet twisted into a malformed reminder of a dead god and a refusal to move on.

(gee, i wonder what parallel that has in our current reality...what's a technology that could be used for collective good yet abused by people in power, transforming its function into a sorry replacement for the vivid and invaluable fragments of the human experience? a technology useless without its collection of knowledge and art it takes from humans, yet credited as the original source of wisdom? a technology weaponized to dehumanize artists and writers and any form of labor in favor of profit? wow, I WONDER WHAT THAT COULD BE.)

(it starts with a and ends with i)

however, during traveler's fight with shouki no kami, nahida uses the akasha terminal to collect data from all 168 loops of the battle and asking the people of sumeru to help devise a way to defeat the balladeer.

so. the thing is. that she asked.

she didn't brute-force it. she didn't leech the information. she didn't threaten them to sit down and run calculations on how to make the shouki no kami fall on its face.

nahida has all the power to do that - even more than the sages had - and yet she didn't. she used the akasha for what she herself created it for... voluntary compiling of knowledge, with consent from the people, for intent of collective benefit.

the sages first used the akasha terminal to further their own arbitrary, illogical, selfish goals, regardless of the toll it took on the people.

nahida is both the first and last person to use the akasha terminal, and she uses it to secure sumeru's safety. the akasha was only the conduit, just as it was always meant to be...a tool, not a crutch.

shouki no kami wasn't defeated by a god's wisdom, by technology, or by even the traveler alone. that battle belongs to the people of sumeru.

i dunno. i think it's cool that the sumeru archon quest also has an underlying message regarding the use of advanced technology in the process of creation.

and, like, totally not in the light of current events, but i think it's worth remembering that the exploitation of people...is always a choice someone actively makes.

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fearnesbells · 4 months

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oh HIIIIIII

jackie also writes fic sometimes

when i should have said something true | beauyasha | 4k

read it on ao3!!

Summary:

She shifts slightly where she sits, and her face comes alive with a sharp wince of pain. A single tear, lit by the fire, slips down her cheek.

It’s the kind of thing you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking right at her—if you could trust that if you looked away, she’d still be there.

Which Beau can’t. So she sees it.

Beau can’t look away. Yasha can’t hide anymore. So maybe some codes and creeds can be left behind in the meantime.

*****

Every time Yasha comes back, her features are never quite like what Beau remembers.

Her eyes are impossibly gray—more gray than a feeble human mind could ever conjure up. Her jaw is sharper than memory serves, her cheekbones more carved.

The shadows seem to collect over her expression like they’re drawn there. They find dark harbor in the hollows of her face.

Beau tries her best to commit these things to memory, every time she’s around, holding every dynamic part of her as still as she can in the noise of her mind—it never quite works.

“What are you looking at?” Nott asks over her shoulder, the complete opposite of discreet. Beau shoves her away with no real force, instantly feeling her face flush. She never used to be this absentminded.

“Nothing,” she mutters gruffly. “Just thinking.”

They’re all packed close around their dying fire for the night, having just eaten, pallets and canopies set up to rest for when the moon has risen higher.

They’re not in any immediate danger, and it’s a nice feeling. A rare feeling, she realizes, nowadays.

In their peace, no one else seems to have noticed Beau’s wandering attention. Caleb is poring over one of his texts with a devouring gaze. Jester is sitting flush against Fjord on a log. Molly is flicking cards at Nott’s head, which is hovering over Beau’s shoulder.

And Yasha is sitting directly across from Beau, staring blank-eyed at the horizon, mysterious shadows playing over her face like always.

She shifts slightly where she sits, and her face comes alive with a sharp wince of pain. A single tear, lit by the fire, slips down her cheek.

It’s the kind of thing you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking right at her—if you could trust that if you looked away, she’d still be there.

Which Beau can’t. So she sees it.

Beau is a hurt person. She has made camp with other hurt people before. She knows the old dance.

Tread lightly. Handle carefully.

Keep everything held inside of you until you inevitably tear open, embarrassingly, and then gather it all up to be stitched back inside yourself by your own shaking hand.

She knows the dance, she’s done this before. When Yasha winces, she should look the other way and pretend she saw nothing. Let her hurt be hers.

“You alright?” she blurts instead, thick-headed with ale from earlier and just general, trademark Beauregard idiocy. She bites down hard on her tongue like it can take the words back.

Yasha blinks, likely unmoored from the breach of protocol. Tread lightly, handle carefully.

My hurt is mine. Your hurt is yours.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes, I’m fine.”

She stands up then, less gracefully than normal, and lumbers back into the woods somewhere without another word.

“I think it was something you said,” Nott says sagely, now sitting at Beau’s side, and Beau thumps her hard on the head with her staff in lieu of a reply, eyes on the spot in the trees where Yasha disappeared to.

Guilt chews at her stomach, an unrelenting thing with too many teeth. Wasn’t her business, whatever was causing Yasha pain. She should’ve just left well enough alone.

Furious with herself, she stands up too, her own anger rendering her unable to stay still.

“Going for a walk,” she bites out, and heads into the woods in the opposite direction from Yasha.

She hears chatter immediately start up when she stands, protests from Jester and a low question from Caleb and some kind of concern from Fjord, but she listens to none of it as she storms off.

Her discomfort is a somatic thing, full-bodied and weighty, infecting her whole person.

She feels heavily restless and densely stupid and tearful.

She is so fucked. How did this happen—how did she become this weak?

Everything is changing, shifting beneath her very feet, it feels like. She never believed in the gods, even when she was young, but at least she could rely on herself, lean on her own fists and staff and unwavering soul to be her guide.

Now she’s losing herself in gazes off to nowhere and becoming a sentimental fool in front of someone she respects. She doesn’t know who she is anymore. She has nothing left to rely on.

Her eyes burn as tears well in them, unbidden and unwanted, and she gnashes her teeth.

“This isn’t who I am,” she hisses, takes her staff in both hands and slams it against a boulder. She’s found herself on a clearing that looks out at the horizon, now, and it seems to whirl around her in her anger and fear and disorientation.

Her staff spins through her fingers, moves with the jerking twists of her wrist as she whales on every tree in her line of sight, her staff making the flat sound of wood on wood with every hit.

The trees become old ghosts, old enemies, thugs from alleys long ago that left her bleeding and broken.

Beauregard, what will you have to show for yourself?

“I am not weak!” she shouts at the memory, voice gone reedy with tears. “I am as I have always been—I have made something of myself—I have—”

With every assertion, she’s bringing her staff down as hard as she can on the biggest tree overlooking the cliff.

On the last word, her staff snaps.

Her eyes fly wide. The terrible, tearful anger leaves her body like she’s been hit with a spell, and she sinks to the forest floor, unable to hold herself up anymore.

This is all Beauregard, firstborn should-be son of the Lionetts, has to show for herself. Two broken pieces of wood, in her two shaking hands, the product of her own thoughtless loss of control.

A hand touches her shoulder.

“Beau.”

Startled, Beau grabs for her staff, which isn’t there. Before she can brace with her fists, though, the voice registers as familiar, and the fight goes out of her.

At the moment that she should have something to say, nothing comes. For once, her mind feels silent where it is normally packed full of noise.

Yasha sits down carefully on the ground next to Beau, leans all the way back and props herself up with her elbows before angling her body towards the monk.

This is one of the things Beau forgets. Yasha is always more angular than Beau remembers, every time.

All angles, all tuned towards the thing she cares about for the moment with the utmost precision and clarity. Right now, that thing is Beau.

It is intoxicating to be the central, geometrical point on which all of Yasha’s angles focus. It’s making Beau’s head spin.

“This is a nice spot,” she says casually, as if mentioning the weather. She speaks as if there aren’t wet tear tracks on Beau’s face and fresh wounds on all the trees around them.

Beau’s throat tightens. Yasha is honoring the code, the same code that Beau so stupidly stepped all over before.

“I am sorry about earlier,” she continues quietly.

Or maybe not.

She says nothing further, though, just sits there, huge and unmoving and silent. A mountain of a person. Beau, by contrast, feels something like a pebble. Eroded and ground down into a smooth shell of her jagged old self.

In the core of her, though, the grain of sand around which the layers of stone form, she feels a truth ebbing, stringing itself together into words. She locks her gaze on the moonlit horizon like it can save her from herself.

“I’m sorry, too,” she responds, just as quiet. It feels clunky when she says it. She hasn’t apologized to anyone in longer than she’d care to admit.

“No,” Yasha says. Beau flinches at the harshness in her tone, especially when no other words follow it, and she pulls her knees up to her chest in a sort of unconscious defense. “I mean—no. Do not be sorry, not for what you said. No.”

Beau chances a look away from the horizon and finds bright silver eyes, twin moons staring at her. Yasha’s gaze is almost too much to bear with its intensity, but not painful. Never painful. Beau just can’t help but feel laid bare before it, a sensation she is unused to. It cuts right to the core of her pebble self.

The always-falterless gaze falters for a moment, though, and flickers with that same pain from before.

This time, with clear intention, Yasha holds Beau’s eyes, and she does not run.

Beau does not understand Yasha. She cannot remember her features when she is away for too long. There are things she will never know—that none of them will—about the barbarian that sits at her side.

But right now, overlooking the tree line, Beau understands that Yasha is asking her for help as much as she is able to. And Beau will give it to her. Beau will give her anything that she needs. She wants to give her everything.

“What’s wrong?” Beau whispers, and with the slightest movement, Yasha’s eyes look down to her chest, to her ribs. Even in the shadows, Beau can see how her chest isn’t rising and falling as it should, how her breath is stuttering on its way out and in.

“Aw, gods,” Beau huffs, maybe a little tactlessly. “Why didn’t you tell Jester? She loves to heal. Fucking thrives off it.”

Yasha doesn’t answer. Beau didn’t entirely expect her to.

“Sit up,” she commands. This is familiar. This she can do. “I have some bandages on me, some salve. I can make something to hold your ribs so you don’t pop a fuckin’ lung later.”

“Do you need my shirt off?”

The question is phrased in the same tone, flat and businesslike, but when Beau looks up Yasha is smirking a little bit.

“Asshole,” she mutters through a grin, and lobs the salve at Yasha to catch before she remembers that it probably isn’t a good idea to make the woman with the busted ribs try and reach for anything when Yasha winces at the catch. “Sorry,” she tacks on as an afterthought. Casual apologies. She’s getting this. “You were right before, though. Strip.”

Yasha’s smirk grows, and she arches an eyebrow. “Mm. All right.”

“Not like—I’m not—”

Beauregard Lionett, the monk who eats pussy for breakfast, does not stutter like this. Good gods above.

“Just take your shirt off,” she mumbles, blushing hard. “Apply the salve where it hurts worst. I’ll bandage you up.”

Yasha starts to pull at the hem of her shirt, and as Beau is rifling through her belt for the pouch she hears the familiar sound of a hiss of pain forced through teeth.

Once the bandages are in hand, Beau gets to her feet and brushes her knuckles lightly at Yasha’s elbow as a notification of her presence.

“Don’t kill yourself,” she admonishes, gently as her abrasive voice is able, and once Yasha relaxes her tensed body Beau is able to slip the shirt the rest of the way off.

Her pale skin is spotted with burns, sliced through with scars, mottled over with bruises from the day. An especially ugly one purples and darkens at the edge of the wrapping around her chest.

“Do they feel broken?” Beau asks quietly, kneeling carefully at Yasha’s side, folding the shirt beside her. She ghosts her fingertips over the worst of the bruising, and Yasha hisses again.

“I don’t know,” she responds.

“I’ll wrap it for tonight. Then tomorrow, you’re talking to Jester first thing before we get moving, soon as she can cast again. I’ll march you to her tent myself.”

Yasha smiles slightly over at her. It’s something Beau prides herself on, being able to tell when the other woman is smiling.

Nott likes to go on and on about how she can’t tell, whine about how the barbarian never cracks a grin, but Beau knows the secret. You can’t look at the mouth; you’ve got to watch the eyes.

When Yasha smiles, her eyes dance.

“Okay,” she acquiesces now, and her eyes set to dancing.

Something light and warm settles in Beau’s chest at that. She gets to work, then, unrolling the bandages and twisting them tightly around Yasha’s midsection, careful to wrap firmly, but with gentle hands. Allowing some flexion for later healing is important, she remembers.

“The last time I did this, the other person was unconscious, and we were in the back of a moving cart,” she tells Yasha without thinking. She doesn’t expect any response, but after a beat Yasha nudges her with her shoulder.

“Hey!” Beau yelps, since the movement messed up her wrapping and she has to go back and fix it. She scowls (without any real anger) up at Yasha, who is looking at her with an open and curious expression.

“What happened?” she asks, brow quirked.

Beau grins, a little surprised at the interest. “We were running away from some bootleggers in town once—we’d been taking their barrels from their stock and reselling them before they could, and they were pissed—and Tori decided it would be a good idea to jump from the bridge onto a cart below as an escape plan.”

“Tori?”

Beau feels her mouth twist, and is grateful for the fact that Yasha can’t see her expression now.

“An ex-girlfriend,” she says simply. She’s cutting a lot out. My first girlfriend, actually. She’s dead now, probably, but I’ll never really know. I look for her in every city I’m in.

“Ah.”

“She was a lot smarter than me, if you can believe it,” Beau jokes, concentrating intently on the wrapping.

“Smarter than you?”

Beau looks up. She’s smirking again.

“If your ribs weren’t fucking broken, I’d punch you right now,” Beau mumbles, smiling back. “Anyway. She jumped, I jumped after her. She landed hard in the back of this guy’s cart, and I landed on top of her and felt something kind of… I felt bone break under me. And then I sat up, right, all in a panic—” she sits back on her heels for a minute and tries to do an impression of her blind, young fear—“and I notice that she’s out cold. She had hit her head on something when she landed. We scared the shit out of the horse leading the cart, so it took off sprinting over the cobblestones. I had to set her ribs while all this was happening.”

“Did it work?” Yasha asks.

“Yeah, yeah, it worked,” Beau replies, nodding. “She was fine.”

“What happened? With her?”

“We got thrown in jail and I never saw her again,” Beau says shortly, and ties off the bandage. “I think I’m done. How does it feel?”

“Secure,” Yasha says with a nod. “I… thank you. You did not have to do that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Beau says offhandedly, shrugs. “No big.”

“I’m also sorry. About Tori.”

Beau nods. This time, she swallows hard as she stands up. “Yeah. Me too.”

She offers Yasha a hand to stand up, which she takes graciously, even though she does most of the actual work of standing up on her own. She takes a few steps, a few deep breaths, and her winces aren’t quite as piercing this time.

Her skin glows under the moon.

“Thank you,” she says again. “This was very good of you to do. You did not have to do it,” she repeats. She’s standing a few feet ahead of Beau, with her back turned to her.

“Gods, Yasha, stop saying—”

“What you saw at the fire was not because of… of this, though,” she continues, gesturing to Beau’s careful wrapping. “I was not thinking about this. Or it was not what made me cry.”

Beau stands there, hands useless at her sides. Her tongue feels overlarge and clumsy in her mouth, so she does not speak.

“Zuala died on this day.”

The silence returns, grows, until it has yawned too wide for too long—Yasha will not volunteer more without urging, and Beau cannot make her voice work to ask the question that will have her continue.

When Yasha finally cuts her moon-gaze back on Beau, it is filled with the unfamiliar shine of tears while also holding a painfully familiar yearning.

It’s the same look as before. When the need for help becomes so basal, so desperate, that it can’t be vocalized. When all you can do is look and hope that the other person can see.

Beau holds her gaze as she walks over to her, closer to the lip of the bluff, and bravely, stupidly, she takes the hand of the mountain at her side.

“Tell me,” she says, feeling scars under the skin she rubs a thumb over. This is not the prompting question she meant to ask. This is something else. This is permission, trust, given with the whole of herself.

Yasha looks at their joined hands, and a few tears that have been gathering in her eyes slip free to the shadows of her cheeks.

“She was my wife,” she says softly. “Zuala.”

A name, spoken as a prayer.

“Zuala,” Beau echoes. It isn’t cold, but a chill freezes its way over the back of her neck at speaking the name aloud.

“We were children together,” Yasha murmurs. “Both rescued from death by the clan. We trained side by side, took sacraments together, were sent into battle at each other’s side.”

A memory of Tori’s smile, aimed at Beau from across a tavern, rumbles in a low flash across her mind like heat lightning at Yasha’s words.

“She was calculated. And strong. And far braver than I ever was or can ever hope to be. We got married, in defiance of the Dolorav ways, and because of me, we were caught,” Yasha continues. Her words are becoming heavier as she goes on. “We went back. I wanted—the woman who raised me, I thought—I wanted her blessing,” she says, listless. “Stupid. Ill-calculated. Zuala knew it, too, but she followed me despite.”

“They killed her?”

“Yes.” That one word seems to hold what feels like all the pain in the realms. “So I killed them all.”

Without meaning to, Beau grasps at Yasha’s hand tighter. She has this unfounded fear that the woman will be sucked into the earth below them with all of this weight she carries.

“How many years has she been gone?”

“Too many. Not enough.”

Beau swallows.

“Grief is not good,” Yasha says inelegantly. “It has made me do bad things in her absence. So when this day comes, I do not just remember her. I remember what I have done—the terrible crimes I have committed—in her name.” Her massive, mountainous shoulders begin to quake. “Beau, she would be so ashamed of me.”

Beau stifles the instant no that rises in response. Who is she, to decide someone’s guilt? She knows that a dark past gnashes at your heels like an enormous direwolf. Some empty denial will do nothing to dull the sharpness of its teeth.

Instead of speaking, then, she moves so that she can stand facing Yasha, and takes her other hand in her own unoccupied one.

Owls warble in the trees.

“Everything is changing,” she tells her, quiet. “Including me. I’ve been trying like hell to pretend I’m not, but maybe I should let myself change.”

“I like you as you are,” Yasha says strongly, and the moment is still achingly serious but that makes Beau smile a little.

“I’m trying to say that nothing is permanent. For better, for worse, yeah? If you want to change for the better, to be someone that Zuala would be proud of, you can. Maybe you already are. It feels like you change every time I see you.”

Those eyes, again. Right to the core of her.

Yasha leans down, and touches her forehead to Beau’s.

It would be easy to close the gap—to fall into the heat of kissing her hard and melt away all of this heaviness—which is why Beau thinks she doesn’t do it.

She wants to do this right, for once in her goddamned life.

So she holds Yasha’s eyes, inches from her own, and just rests her forehead against the other woman’s, holds her hands in hers.

“You broke your staff,” Yasha whispers. Her breath is cold, like fog.

“Yeah,” Beau says roughly, and closes her eyes to stem the flow of memory that comes with all her old anger, the same old anger that snapped her staff in two. Tori’s face goes across her mind again, followed by the incensed features of her father.

The Lionett name and legacy is really just historical, ancestral anger, corked in a barrel of Lionett ale.

“What happened?”

“Grief is not good,” Beau murmurs, parroting Yasha’s turn of phrase with a humorless smile. “I’ve also done things I’m not proud of. And many people are ashamed of me.”

“Things are changing,” Yasha responds. “Someone wise told me that everything is.”

She steps away from the moment, slowly, like she’s giving Beau time to adjust to the loss, and picks up the two halves of the staff. They look tiny in her hands.

“Step back,” she commands, the power returned to her voice. It is objectively incredibly hot.

She stands closer to the edge of the cliff, stares into the clouds that cling to the edge of the moon. She slams the two pieces of the staff together, and a bolt of impossible lightning finds the barbarian’s body like it’s been called there.

White heat, white light, the pure sense of ozone that makes Beau’s teeth hot in her jaw, and when it fades Yasha holds out Beau’s staff, re-fused into one weapon.

“How in the seven hells—”

“I change every time you see me, you said,” Yasha tells her with the beginning of a smile. “Didn’t want to leave you without something new.”

Beau takes the staff with awe, but her ears catch on part of Yasha’s sentence.

“So you’re leaving again?”

“I must,” she says, not without regret. “It is part of the changing. Part of my atonement.” She must see the shift in Beau’s posture. “But I will not leave tonight.”

She takes Beau’s free hand again, and leftover lighting seems to crackle between them.

“Head back?” Beau asks, clearing her throat.

Yasha nods, and keeps holding her hand as they make their way up the outcropping back to the rest of the Nein.

My hurt is mine. My hurt is also yours.

A new code. A new creed.

Everything is changing, including the woman at Beau’s side, but they have torn themselves open in front of one another and trusted the other to stitch them back up.

Beau trusts now that if she looks away, Yasha will still be there when her glance returns. Often, the barbarian is looking right back.

Beauregard, what will you have to show for yourself?

Her father’s old words, spoken to her in that jail cell so long ago, rise into her mind again, always there no matter what she does, but they are quieter than they were before.

I have made something of myself, Beau thinks again, without the rage and desperation of earlier. She looks around the fire to her friends and feels a similar warmth in her chest, cranes her neck to see the full moon and thinks of dancing eyes.

I have made something of myself.

I am making something new.

#critical role #beauyasha #beau x yasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #critical role fanfiction #cr spoilers #cr fanfic #cr fanfiction #critical role fic #jackie loves the lesbians #jackie writes #STORM BUTCH BLUES

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astrolovecosmos · 2 years

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Mars Signs: Symbolism and Themes

Aries Mars: Sword, fist, explosion, dragon or dragon warrior, barbarian, knight, war, fire, destruction, conquer, compete, winning, scars, blood, masculine anger (symbolic), berserker, action, assertion

Taurus Mars: Tank, battering ram, earthquake, volcano, boiling over, immovable object, bull, elephant, charging, magnetic, time is on their side, real results, hidden or smothered anger and drive

Gemini Mars: Propaganda, gossip, messenger, urgent news, knowledge is power, spy, translator, alarm, arguing, debate, yelling, flexible, tricks, persuasion, mental gymnastics, war cry, expressive anger and drive

Cancer Mars: Shield, kraken, submarine, werewolf, killer whale, pressure cooker, mama bear, raging sea, feminine wrath (symbolic), great healer, intuition, primal, sanctuary, protective and tenacious will

Leo Mars: Power plays, saber rattling, declaring war, politics, royalty, influence, destruction, lion, gryphon, sun magic or power, pride, roar, heart, fierceness, honor, weight of the world vs. self-love and respect

Virgo Mars: Soldier, investigator, sniper, spy, thoughtful, critic, skill mastery, listening and watching, problem solver, loyal security, army ants, secret messages, morse code, quicksand, landslide, sink hole, dangerous plants or organisms, efficient and effective drive

Libra Mars: Negotiator, politics, diplomat, bird of prey, justice system, persuasion, vigilante, peace keeping, judge, safe spaces, civil progress or unrest, revaluate, adaptation, dove, using anger only when needed

Scorpio Mars: Assassin, puppet master, steamroller, self-destruct button, spy, mind games, hurricanes or tsunamis, unstoppable force, power and desire, venom, will, self-mastery, destiny, shadows, vigilante, hypnosis, shark, thorns, when anger or passion meets depth

Sagittarius Mars: Burns, wildfire, daggers, range weapons, adrenaline, bark and bite, hunter, wildness, dangerous or helpful stranger, traps, savage insults or truths, dark horse, zealous drive or willpower that comes from a strong belief

Capricorn Mars: General in a war, power and control, being the G.O.A.T, unshakable, chess, patience, reward, success, climbing, surviving, boundaries, authority, poker face, underground bases, the power and heaviness of responsibility, Mars exalted like a badge of honor but also may be being held up like Atlas and the heavens

Aquarius Mars: Rebellion, revolution, protest, technology, talons and large wings, unpredictable, tornado, lasers, distraction, politics, hacking, maybe vigilantes or rogue movements and groups, collective trauma, anger, healing etc. destruction, rebuild, hope, disruption

Pisces Mars: Piranhas, rapids, healing, intuition, curses and blessings, cycle breakers, escapism, unbreakable spirit, self-faith, gentle and harsh, power of water, water magic, a great seer or sage, drowning, fog or mist, drive is dissolved then solidified

#mars #planet #mars sign #zodiac #astrology #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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jwinsorart · 29 days

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Dancing Thyme ink swatching. Coming to the Southern Charm Collection at Ferris Wheel Press on April 5th. A thyme green ink. (Reminds me of their Hampton Harbour Sage ink but without the shimmer.) Also shown is their pendant purse and The Scribe- Lady Didot ballpoint pen. Lots of goodies this month. ☺️

Click the link in the bio and use code JWA for a 10% discount. Thanks again to @ferriswheelpress for the ink.

#ink #inkjournal #calligraphy #inkswatching #fountainpenink #fountain pens #ferriswheelpress #lettering #handwriting #cursive #satisfying #moderncalligraphy #fwpambassador

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rainedragon · 10 months

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I usually post Lolibrary content on the site's facebook page, and not my personal Tumblr, but this is a little more personal. This is my 5,000th Lolibrary entry. Lolibrary celebrated it's 13th birthday last month, and as of right this second we have 84,951 published entries.

I did the math a couple days ago for a post on the FB or twitter, and for lolibrary as a whole, it comes out to something wild like 17 entries per day. And that is 'counting' the fairly long time around 2018 when we couldn't make entries at all.

I'm not the biggest contributor to lolibrary. That is Onlyeasy, who entered more than 1/5th of the content on lolibrary and recently has retired from being an active senior lolibrarian. Followed by our late founder, Amethystcitrine. Amy entered more than 1/10th of the content currently on lolibrary. Lately, I was thinking 'I should record some videos on how to add measurements' because that seems to trip up a lot of new contributors. And, I keep thinking about the videos she made, which makes me really miss being able to talk to her about lolibrary.

The 3rd biggest contributor to lolibrary is theladymienshao (9.22%) who currently enters Baby/Pirates, and then Sucre-Dolls (6.94%) who enters Angelic Pretty. I am so impressed by the constant updates of the new items, because I've never been able to do that.

The person with the next most entries is azuki-mikan (pita-tenshi), again, absolutely fantastic, azuki-mikan has made 7.3% of the entries.

And then me, I'm 6th with 5.88% of the entries. So, I'm definitely not the most active when it comes to entering items. I do some other things with lolibrary, like I make most of the Facebook and Twitter posts (which is why they are very inconsistent). I also count up when an indie brand goes over the minimum threshold for tag, and the minimum threshold for being promoted to a brand, and then recently I've been manually moving the entries across for those too. I also did a lot of the manual checking on the shoe entries when we imported those in recently, and like all the other senior lolibrarians who are active, I do some of the pending submission approvals. And of course, I do some degree of book research & scanning with my magazine & catalog collection, some degree of item identification, etc. I also spend a lot of my time adding images to existing partial listings to flesh them out. But there are other people who do other tasks that aren't entering items too. Like Sage-Blossom who does a ton of corrections & tag clean up work, for example. And our development team who do the coding, and one of our other admins who handles all of the legal and financial pieces so we can pay our bills and maintain our status as a non-profit. And then there are a lot more very active contributors too! I think one of my favorite things about lolibrary is that it is a community project and it is made up of lots of people doing lots of different things. I think also that's one of the reasons that lolibrary has had the longevity it has had. And through it, I've met a lot of wonderful people who I absolutely think the world of. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm very glad that lolibrary exists, and I hope it continues on for many years to come. <3

#Lolibrary #personal #p.s. if you want to make lolibrary entries #send me a chat for a discord invite #unless you already are in our discord #in which case #you are a cool person #also shout out to sucre-dolls who pulled the stats on top contributors #I recalculated some of them #but I used that list as a base

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sagecodex · 1 year

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When I'm putting together a project and I need to fill it with content that doesn't exist yet, I usually turn to the tried and true Lorem Ipsum generator. But sometimes, I want to have a little fun with my projects.

So here's a list of 60+ text generators (in alphabetical order) to zhuzh up your projects. Just don't be like me and forget to replace them with something appropriate when you share them with the world (a mistake I will likely continue to make).

Note: the following blocks of text are all pre-generated. Some of them may be offensive, though I am by no means endorsing any of them! They're just examples of of what these tools generate and I’m too lazy to edit.

Lorem Ipsum

Generates the standard lorem ipsum text.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.

90s Ipsum

Generates a string of 90s text and -ism’s.

Charlotte hornets flip flops braveheart as I lay me down to sleep umbro shorts aviators, this is your brain on drugs speed tlc schindler’s list hot pink chronic. Extreme sports dennis rodman toy story choker necklace. Body piercings armageddon personalized mixtapes toyota supra, spiked hair I've fallen and I can't get up bowl cut dallas cowboys catsuit. Airwalk khaki roseanne leopard print instant messaging royal stewart tartan.

Bacon Ipsum

Generates a block of bacon and meat text.

Bacon ipsum dolor amet biltong rump bresaola kielbasa, pancetta shank shoulder turkey kevin meatloaf cow ground round. Jerky corned beef sausage, filet mignon chislic strip steak capicola porchetta shoulder. Biltong turkey brisket landjaeger, cupim pancetta ham hock pastrami short loin.

Baseball Ipsum

Generates baseball-themed text.

Runs leather fielder's choice center fielder slide perfect game glove leather grounder. Batter's box knuckleball club wild pitch butcher boy cellar win 4-6-3. Batting average petey relief pitcher wrigley hack, scorecard right fielder away. Cardinals bush league no decision home curve earned run flyout.

Bavaria Ipsum

GeneratesBavarian-themed text in Dutch.

Bavaria ipsum dolor sit amet Foidweg Biakriagal, guad o’ha Auffisteign? Ned Servas ognudelt Radi Charivari Griasnoggalsubbm kimmt auf gehds beim Schichtl Zidern. Deandlgwand oamoi und glei wirds no fui lustiga, de Sonn Engelgwand Maßkruag.

Beer Lorem Ipsum

Generates beer text that could almost be a real blog post.

The Mango Beer panics, and another cantankerous Coors goes to sleep; however, an Ellis Island IPA brainwashes a foreign wanker. Furthermore, a burly customer laughs out loud, and a Kashmir IPA of a Home brew avoids contact with an obsequious stein. A surly Pilsner often competes with a chain saw.

Birolipsum

Generates quotes from the President of Brazil, Jair Bolsonaro (or Biroliro for those intimate). In Portuguese.

Marcos Valério alega que o corrupto presidiário Lula é um dos mandantes do assassinato de Celso Daniel! Surpreso? Não! Pela memória do coronel Brilhante Ustra, o pavor de Dilma Rousseff. Eu estou lutando contra um sistema, contra o establishment. Paulo fala: “venda suas capas e compre espadas".

Bluth Ipsum

Generates quotes from the TV show Arrested Development.

I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties.

Bob Ross Lipsum

Generates quotes from Bob Ross.

You can create beautiful things - but you have to see them in your mind first. If you don't think every day is a good day - try missing a few. You'll see. All you need to paint is a few tools, a little instruction, and a vision in your mind. And I will hypnotize that just a little bit. We spend so much of our life looking - but never seeing. The little tiny Tim easels will let you down.

Bro Ipsum

Generates “bro culture” text.

Bro ipsum dolor sit amet bunny slope free ride laps, liftie park beater frozen chicken heads Whistler skid lid huck ollie taco mitt. Nose bonk hardtail chain ring white room taco euro spin backside presta rigid giblets. Stunt free ride taco glove deck. White room death cookies park, tele giblets grab dope 360 corn table top spread eagle nose beater snake bite.

Busey Ipsum

Generates quotes from Gary Busey.

Go with the feeling of the nature. Take it easy. Know why you're here. And remember to balance your internal energy with the environment.Sometimes horses cough and fart at the same time, so stay out of the range of its butt muscle because a horses butt muscle is thick.

Cajun Ipsum

Generates cajun-inspired text.

Cayenne boiled crawfish bread pudding sauce piquante Boudreaux po-boy. Interstate envie Lafayette tasso lagniappe King Cake fishing iced tea. Po-boy bonjour smoked sausage trail ride beignet merci beaucoup cajun lagniappe hunting iced tea.

Cat Ipsum

Generates text as cat thoughts.

Stare at guinea pigs mmmmmmmmm eeeeeeee ooooooooo wwwwwwww run in circles, so loved it, hated it, loved it, hated it. Cough furball find box a little too small and curl up with fur hanging out. Kitty ipsum dolor sit amet, shed everywhere shed everywhere stretching attack your ankles chase the red dot, hairball run catnip eat the grass sniff.

Cheese Ipsum

Generates cheese and cheese-adjacent text.

Cow cheese triangles cheesy grin. Stinking bishop port-salut lancashire pecorino stinking bishop cheesy grin red leicester danish fontina. Stilton swiss bocconcini parmesan cottage cheese fondue parmesan hard cheese. Airedale everyone loves halloumi cheese triangles cut the cheese stilton stilton taleggio. Smelly cheese.

Cheesburger Ipsum

Generates actual cheeseburger copy. Limited in what it can give you.

The last time you had a cheeseburger was too long ago. Try not to drool when you think about the slightly charred, medium-rare meat nestled between soft brioche, cradled in crisp iceberg lettuce and flavour amplifying condiments. Why are you still reading this- go get a cheeseburger.

Chiquito Ipsum

I don’t speak Spanish, but it generates Spanish text. Also has a Latin option. Which I also don’t speak. Idk I'm very confused.

Lorem fistrum no puedor de la pradera tiene musho peligro diodenoo a wan. Ese hombree me cago en tus muelas qué dise usteer fistro. Mamaar no puedor al ataquerl ese hombree diodeno caballo blanco caballo negroorl. Ese que llega te va a hasé pupitaa la caidita te voy a borrar el cerito hasta luego Lucas se calle ustée.

Chuck Norris Facts

Generates Chuck Norris Facts. What did you expect XD

Chuck Norris doesn't churn butter. He roundhouse kicks the cows and the butter comes straight out If you spell Chuck Norris in Scrabble, you win. Forever, Chuck Norris is the king of fighters, Chuck Norris originally appeared in the "Street Fighter II" video game, but was removed by Beta Testers because every button caused him to do a roundhouse kick. When asked bout this "glitch," Norris replied, "That's no glitch.".

Coffee Ipsum

Generates coffee-inspired text

Cultivar, strong carajillo whipped half and half irish galão. Id variety that, at redeye, trifecta variety crema robust con panna. Coffee ristretto, et milk, robust flavour cinnamon spoon cappuccino. Dripper, half and half cortado white extra milk medium.

Corporate Ipsum

Generates corporate-style jargon. Sounds like every sales meeting I’ve ever been in.

Leverage agile frameworks to provide a robust synopsis for high level overviews. Iterative approaches to corporate strategy foster collaborative thinking to further the overall value proposition. Organically grow the holistic world view of disruptive innovation via workplace diversity and empowerment.

Cupcake Ipsum

Generates pastry and dessert-inspired text.

Marshmallow lollipop apple pie bonbon pastry icing jujubes toffee jelly beans. Liquorice marzipan toffee candy canes bear claw tart lollipop apple pie. Tootsie roll cake gummies gingerbread wafer sesame snaps cupcake fruitcake sweet roll.

Dalaipsum

Generates quotes from His Holiness the XIVth Dalai Lama.

I love friends, I want more friends. I love smiles. That is a fact. How to develop smiles? There are a variety of smiles. Some smiles are sarcastic. Some smiles are artificial-diplomatic smiles. These smiles do not produce satisfaction, but rather fear or suspicion. But a genuine smile gives us hope, freshness. If we want a genuine smile, then first we must produce the basis for a smile to come.

DeLorean Ipsum

Generates quotes from the movie Back to the Future.

Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What's going on? Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil. Hello. Tab?

Dino Ipsum

Generates names of dinosaurs!

Astrophocaudia Chaoyangsaurus Priconodon Amygdalodon Dracoraptor Mahakala Zalmoxes Anthodon Alocodon Lingyuanosaurus Kotasaurus Leinkupal Magnamanus Styracosaurus Atlasaurus Janenschia Drusilasaura Acristavus Leinkupal Bagaceratops Cedrorestes Batyrosaurus Sinornithoides Coelophysis Neuquensaurus Pachyspondylus Eurolimnornis Platyceratops Marisaurus Quilmesaurus.

Doggo Ipsum

Cat Ipsum but for dogs.

Doggo ipsum lotsa pats very taste wow lotsa pats extremely cuuuuuute, pats adorable doggo. heck very good spot heckin. Heckin good boys and girls clouds corgo sub woofer borking doggo, heckin angery woofer boof length boy. He made many woofs pats h*ck heckin good boys and girls pats boofers, you are doing me the shock the neighborhood pupper long bois.

Durham Ipsum

I don’t know where Durham is, but it generates text inspired by the city...county?

Triangle localista dino trail jazz diamondview nccu the connecter historic preservation smoffice lemurs, bimbe scrap exchange trinity park brightleaf dance upcycled. Chapel hill street locavore wunc plaid, beer old five points 15-501, angier drive hipster.

Farm Animal Lorem Ipsum

Generates farm-inspired text. I hate that oink oink is in this.

Mallet herbs basil nest, in welding equipment pens quail. Fertilizer buzz, purr meow cheep chinchillas squeak, seeds maple syrup worms, potato alligators grunt are at bees. Apples ducks straw, quail a ostriches donkey, hay hook cucumbers. Post pounder calf, hay or duck is, tool shed horse. Grapes at yams mushrooms organic berries gobble. Mouse soybeans sweet corn hogs llamas or oink oink wind.

Fillerama

Generates quotes from the TV show Futurama.

OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that.

Gangsta Lorem Ipsum

Generates “gangsta” inspired text.

Lorem ipsum dolizzle sit amet, consectetuer gizzle bow wow wow. Nullam sapizzle velit, get down get down volutpizzle, suscipit ma nizzle, gravida vel, mammasay mammasa mamma oo sa. Pellentesque crackalackin tortizzle. Yo eros. Fo shizzle at dolizzle dapibizzle turpizzle tempizzle da bomb.

Heisenberg Ipsum

Generates quotes from the TV show Breaking Bad. It lets you select the character (I’m assuming they’re all from the same show I haven’t seen it).

He has enough money to last forever. He knows he needs to keep moving. You'll never find him. He's out of the picture. I saved his life, I owed him that, but now he and I are done. Which is exactly what you wanted, isn't it. You've always struck me as a very pragmatic man so if I may, I would like to review options with you. Of which, it seems to me you have two.

Hillbilly Ipsum

Generates hillbilly-inspired text and -ism’s.

Chickens in the sack died when I was young rye whiskey steel driving crew? Going to town soldier's joy. One arm round my whiskey keg poor boy sugar baby soldier's joy, fiddle, coming down the track, hot corn nine-pound hammer cluck old hen run. Stranger? Pickle my bones in alcohol.

Hipster Ipsum

Generates hipster-inspired text.

I'm baby plaid umami kale chips, pinterest selvage microdosing gochujang Brooklyn small batch vinyl 3 wolf moon. VHS pinterest wayfarers normcore direct trade pickled lumbersexual vegan yuccie palo santo kickstarter crucifix 3 wolf moon. Vexillologist adaptogen try-hard, chicharrones hexagon vape polaroid.

Horror Lorem Ipsum

Generates horror-inspired text.

Gore at chainsaw knife crazed choking helpless. In willow trees, killer dolls are rotten teeth bite, sheep children virus nibh, in zombies brains unknown ghost creepy. Drenched scream scared dark. Creep cold graves, shadow non fear a, psychotic ashes ghost. Eerie needles edginess, graveyard on death rotten, disturbing non grave.

Jipsum

A random lorem ipsum generator so not all your text is the same. It’s in German though.

Impensa quaeque mediocris elitr iactare Confirmat metu comit Explicatis civibus deterruisset Manus. Cupiditatum exedunt suaviter inveniri voluptas pauca Inter illa confirmavit. Reprehensiones rebus imperdiet etiam temporis Ornateque delectatio platonem nostris occulta Hausta intercapedo magni. Dicitis timeam Vocet faciendum consul Simulent chrysippe. Fortunae nostros arare Inter futurove.

Journo Ipsum

Generates some of the most common catchphrases, buzzwords, and bon mots of the future-of-news crowd. (Wow I hate that description)

future API Zite the notion of the public #twittermakesyoustupid election-night hologram Rupert Murdoch crowdfunding CPC nut graf gamification gotta grok it before you rock it rubber cement, Foursquare nonprofit Dan Fleckner WikiLeaks abundance libel lawyer Tim Carmody media bias.

Katy Perry Ipsum

Generates Katy Perry lyrics.

The boys break their necks try'na to creep a little sneak peek. Think the city towed my car, chandeliers on the floor. I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire. They say, be afraid you're not like the others, futuristic lover. You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong. We'd keep all our promises be us against the world. Yeah, she's footloose and so fancy free. So I sat quietly, agreed politely.

Khaled Ipsum

Generates Khaled quotes...lyrics? Unclear.

Lorem Khaled Ipsum is a major key to success. The weather is amazing, walk with me through the pathway of more success. Take this journey with me, Lion! Look at the sunset, life is amazing, life is beautiful, life is what you make it. It’s on you how you want to live your life. Everyone has a choice.

Lancashire Ipsum

Generates colloquialisms that originate from the county of Lancashire.

Lancashire ipsum dolor amet gradely axin camp neaw cowd frit. Bellasses yer'sen unawl greaund peawnd. Camp Darrun geet, howd feyther clowt eyter. Vawse way'er clum nought. Gronny no nouse heawr beawnt, Keawyed City purring es'tin inth arrers bin diddy our Peg shoon.

Liquor Ipsum

A boozy text generator.

Singapore sling old etonian aberlour missouri mule vodka sunrise two fingers shirley temple black pappy van winkle glenburgie. Paddy the last word, gibson vat 69, bruichladdich flirtini lejon hanky-panky drambuie finlandia tequila sunrise edradour!

Melbourne Ipsum

Honestly I have no idea what this is but I’m assuming it’s Australian.

Naked for satan street art, spiegeltent north of the river brunswick and brunswick st MSAC kylie minogue, swanston melb collingwood ferals spring racing carnival empire of the sun, the melbourne cup the hawks victory vs heart four seasons in one day the borek woman, avalon is so not melb the espy bill clinton ate two bowls.

Mid-century Ipsum

Generates mid-century-inspired text.

Hostess trolley bakelite selectric creative carport candy-ass, jazz whiskey beatnik creative. Tiki upswept frutiger googie drive-in futuristic highway jet-age television, herman miller danish modern jet-age. Ratpack ranch home whiskey candy-ass upswept saul bass jet-age hostess trolley?

Morse Code Lorem Ipsum

Generates random Morse Code.

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Mussem Ipsum

I don’t know who Mussem is but it’s in Portuguese. He looks friendly?

Mussum Ipsum, cacilds vidis litro abertis. A ordem dos tratores não altera o pão duris.Interessantiss quisso pudia ce receita de bolis, mais bolis eu num gostis.Suco de cevadiss, é um leite divinis, qui tem lupuliz, matis, aguis e fermentis.Admodum accumsan disputationi eu sit. Vide electram sadipscing et per.

Neil deGrasse Tyson Ipsum

Generates quotes from astrophysicist Niel deGrasse Tyson.

As an educator, I try to get people to be fundamentally curious and to question ideas that they might have or that are shared by others. In that state of mind, they have earned a kind of inoculation against the fuzzy thinking of these weird ideas floating around out there.

Nietzsche Ipsum

Generates Nietzsche-inspired text.

Society depths ubermensch christianity sea enlightenment joy virtues decieve society good disgust selfish noble. Ascetic decieve pious play deceptions decieve decieve intentions self self ideal.

Ocean Creature Lorem Ipsum

Generates sea creature-inspired text.

Manta ray with lionfish ect. Coral hogfish fingernail clam in tilefish mandarinfish crab lionfish weasel shark. Yellow pseudochromis weasel shark shadow, darkness in deap ocean an, Motionless Wabash pigtoe Full moon. Colorful soldierfish banded sole jump. Nurse shark at goatfish grey whale.

Obama Ipsum

Generates quotes from former US President Barack Obama.

We are a better country than this. But I will also renew the tough, direct diplomacy that can prevent Iran from obtaining nuclear weapons and curb Russian aggression. It is time for us to act on what everyone knows to be true. This tolerance is essential for religion to thrive, but it is being challenged in many different ways.

Office Ipsum

Generates sentences you’ve heard in every meeting ever. Also has a client feedback version!

If you're not hurting you're not winning pivot, dear hiring manager:, for incentivization even dead cats bounce wiggle room, for one-sheet. Put a record on and see who dances high-level, but we've got to manage that low hanging fruit lift and shift. It just needs more cowbell make it a priority, but strategic high-level 30,000 ft view pro-sumer software, so golden goose low-hanging fruit can we parallel path.

Pirate Ipsum

Generates pirate-inspired jargon.

Squiffy ballast maroon gangplank tackle grog scuppers driver barque tack. Yardarm mizzen barque capstan heave to hardtack Pieces of Eight port hulk parrel. Pinnace lass Jack Tar gabion Yellow Jack run a rig furl red ensign come about Brethren of the Coast.

Pizza Ipsum

I love pizza ?

Pizza ipsum dolor amet garlic sausage white pizza bianca hawaiian pizza meat lovers large onions. Banana peppers black olives stuffed crust, pizza steak bbq sauce chicken wing meatball garlic lasagna green bell peppers anchovies mushrooms extra cheese. Philly steak bianca pizza mayo, garlic sauce bbq rib platter.

Placehodler

It’s crypto and I hate it.

Bitcoin could be many dormant accidental fork! Monero waited some efficient do your own research during lots of market cap. Since someone specialises in few quick coin in the difficulty, Litecoin limited a hot wallet at few smart contract, so although SHA 256 did lots of provably fair double spend behind many Lambo

Pommy Ipsum

“The official lorem ipsum filler text generator of the British Empire.”

Pommy ipsum knee high to a grasshopper i'll be a monkey's uncle sod's law knows bugger all about nowt one would like spend a penny grab a jumper, cheesed off that's ace shepherd's pie mince pies anorak because there was nothing on the gogglebox, what a load of guff chippy accordingly nosh on a stag do chin up.

Postmodernist Generator

Generates a whole meaningless essay of postmodernist jargon.

If one examines textual deappropriation, one is faced with a choice: either reject textual precapitalist theory or conclude that sexual identity has objective value. Lyotard uses the term ‘textual materialism’ to denote a mythopoetical paradox It could be said that the premise of textual precapitalist theory holds that narrative is a product of communication, given that narrativity is equal to language.

Ramen Ipsum

Ramen is love. Ramen is life.

Ginger sesame oil abura soba chopped onions chicken stock seasoned egg corn Nagoya pork bones soy sauce. Asahikawa flavoured oil scallions Kagoshima Tokushima abura soba Hakata Tokyo Nissin instant cup ramen soy sauce yuzu toasted sesame seeds ramen burger vinegar.

Rush Ipsum

Generates lyrics from the band Rush.

One likes to believe in the freedom of music, but glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity. I wandered home though the silent streets and fell into a fitful sleep. I know it's most unusual to come before you so, but I've found an ancient miracle.

Sagan Ipsum

Generates text inspired by astronomer Carl Sagan.

Paroxysm of global death Drake Equation explorations another world from which we spring a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. Cosmos kindling the energy hidden in matter globular star cluster dream of the mind's eye ship of the imagination courage of our questions?

Samuel L. Ipsum

Generates quotes from actor Samuel L. Jackson. (Warning: inappropriate language)

Now that there is the Tec-9, a crappy spray gun from South Miami. This gun is advertised as the most popular gun in American crime. Do you believe that shit? It actually says that in the little book that comes with it: the most popular gun in American crime. Like they're actually proud of that shit.

Skate Ipsum

Generates skater lingo.

Skate ipsum dolor sit amet, Primo slide dude rock and roll mute-air 540 nose bump. Masonite locals egg plant trucks Saran Wrap camel back. Pool bigspin Paul Rodriguez no comply mini ramp nose slide feeble. 720 fakie out griptape Grind King mute-air regular footed bail. Pogo rail slide crail slide full-cab feeble concave Johnny Rad.

Space Ipsum

Generates outer space-inspired text.

There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in outer space as yet. Its hazards are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation many never come again. But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal?

Trump Ipsum

Generates text inspired by former US President Donald Trump.

You have so many different things placeholder text has to be able to do, and I don't believe Lorem Ipsum has the stamina. You have so many different things placeholder text has to be able to do, and I don't believe Lorem Ipsum has the stamina. He’s not a word hero. He’s a word hero because he was captured. I like text that wasn’t captured.

Web 2.0 Ipsum

Generates text from nonsensical Web 2.0 startup names, just for the heck of it.

Webtwo ipsum sclipo zapier groupon blippy, wesabe. Empressr twitter groupon meebo joukuu doostang octopart, grockit spock doostang koofers. Scribd airbnb zoho insala gooru chartly yuntaa, odeo knewton koofers balihoo zlio. Wikia prezi zlio empressr glogster cloudera tivo kno, wufoo sifteo zimbra jiglu kippt.

Wine Ipsum

Generates actual filler copy about wine.

The aftertaste, or "finish," is the primary factor in judging the quality and character of wine. Tomato and cherry flavors nestle comfortably together with notes of leather and clay in Sangiovese. A lingering finish indicates a luscious vintage! If a husband found his wife drinking wine in the early Roman times, he was at liberty to kill her. Be not offended when your ex drinks wine.

Yolo Ipsum

I hate this and I will be using it for every project going forward.

Don’t trust anyone, cause you only live once. Aliquam imperdiet, ligula vehicula sodales lobortis, dui arcu ultricies libero, vitae tempor eros libero sed neque. Pop a molly, I’m sweatin’, consequat feugiat eros. How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?

Zombie Ipsum

“A macabre feast of frightful filler.”

Zombie ipsum reversus ab viral inferno, nam rick grimes malum cerebro. De carne lumbering animata corpora quaeritis. Summus brains sit, morbo vel maleficia? De apocalypsi gorger omero undead survivor dictum mauris. Hi mindless mortuis soulless creaturas, imo evil stalking monstra adventus resi dentevil vultus comedat cerebella viventium.

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