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I need to get weirder with our stories and tell them more.

I need to make the most insane crossover paracosm that only i will fully enjoy

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I hope everyone with a para that has wings has a great day

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SCARLET WITCH VS GODZILLA?!? 💀💀💀

[ CONTEXT ] || LMAO FR XD

like. what did I do to piss of the Scarlet Witch. why is Godzilla protecting me. that seems both a little bit like overkill and woefully unprepared Wanda is magic and I do not like the idea of a giant lizard under mind control!

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Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus

[Text ID: “—I need days when I can be alone, to think, to daydream.”]

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Beta!Blair & Beta!Rowan ✧ VR!Blair/Crimson & VR!Rowan

VR!Blair/Crimson & Beta!Rowan ✧ Beta!Blair & VR!Rowan

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OOOOOUGH IT'S DONE >:]

lil trend going around tiktok with this sound and I kept imagining Rowan & Blair to it, so... (TECHNICALLY it's supposed to be animated. but. i ain't doin' allat,,esp since the song is in russian?! nuh uh).

anyway explanation-ish kinda. lore?? tw child death.

Time will pass and you'll forget everything that happened between you and me, between you and me

the first part is Beta!Blair singing to VR!Rowan.

Beta!Blair is in fact dead, and her death was pretty traumatic for Rowan (she died in a car crash. he was driving). To cope with her death, Rowan made a deal with an entity to see his sisters again (yes. he had another sister that died as well. rip Kelly).

Basically he plays this game that recreates his sisters based on his memories of them. which. is not the best coping mechanism.

No, I won't wait for you, but know that I loved you

the second part is Beta!Rowan singing to VR!Blair (aka Crimson). Crimson is from the Beta Timeline, which is kind of like a Swap!AU in which the INtO Cast & Legacy Cast swap places. What that means for Rowan & Blair is, Rowan is the one who died in that car crash.

Crimson follows a similar path to VR!Rowan, making the same deal with the same entity.

"wow that's really messed up" you say. oh it gets worse!

due to Events (haven't figured it out yet shut up), the Legacy Cast in the Beta Timeline have to escape to the Alpha Timeline aka the "normal" timeline. so Crimson & Rowan do in fact meet/reunite and it's just as sad & awkward as you'd think!!

and Crimson already had a bunch of Survivor's Guilt from the crash so once she finds out that SHE'S the one essentially meant to die, basically born to do so (wish I was kidding. so many previous adventures Blair ended up dying or severely injured) whew boy! someone get these 2 therapy. but not family therapy i fear they are not ready for that just yet.

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The Adventures of Todd and Granny

(Alternatively: “I Saw Granny Ethel with the Devil”)

(Repost for graphic addition)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

writing-prompt-s: An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.  

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

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Beta!Blair & Beta!Rowan ✧ VR!Blair/Crimson & VR!Rowan

VR!Blair/Crimson & Beta!Rowan ✧ Beta!Blair & VR!Rowan

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P L E A D

PoV: You're Rouxls Kaard from @multiverse-mayhem

This is meant to be released together with other art works tied to this drawing plus a bonus drawing that is yet to be drawn as of writing BUT I wanna post this one because it turned out pretty good for an artwork that is purposely messy to portray the emotional turmoil of being seen as her character/canon persona despite showing and saying time and time again that she is not the character she has to play as and wear the flesh of in order to play as said character.

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OOOOOUGH IT'S DONE >:]

lil trend going around tiktok with this sound and I kept imagining Rowan & Blair to it, so... (TECHNICALLY it's supposed to be animated. but. i ain't doin' allat,,esp since the song is in russian?! nuh uh).

anyway explanation-ish kinda. lore?? tw child death.

Time will pass and you'll forget everything that happened between you and me, between you and me

the first part is Beta!Blair singing to VR!Rowan.

Beta!Blair is in fact dead, and her death was pretty traumatic for Rowan (she died in a car crash. he was driving). To cope with her death, Rowan made a deal with an entity to see his sisters again (yes. he had another sister that died as well. rip Kelly).

Basically he plays this game that recreates his sisters based on his memories of them. which. is not the best coping mechanism.

No, I won't wait for you, but know that I loved you

the second part is Beta!Rowan singing to VR!Blair (aka Crimson). Crimson is from the Beta Timeline, which is kind of like a Swap!AU in which the INtO Cast & Legacy Cast swap places. What that means for Rowan & Blair is, Rowan is the one who died in that car crash.

Crimson follows a similar path to VR!Rowan, making the same deal with the same entity.

"wow that's really messed up" you say. oh it gets worse!

due to Events (haven't figured it out yet shut up), the Legacy Cast in the Beta Timeline have to escape to the Alpha Timeline aka the "normal" timeline. so Crimson & Rowan do in fact meet/reunite and it's just as sad & awkward as you'd think!!

and Crimson already had a bunch of Survivor's Guilt from the crash so once she finds out that SHE'S the one essentially meant to die, basically born to do so (wish I was kidding. so many previous adventures Blair ended up dying or severely injured) whew boy! someone get these 2 therapy. but not family therapy i fear they are not ready for that just yet.

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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wish I finished that animation meme last night instead of waiting after my shift today 💔

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Hello Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder is a proposed disorder by Eli Sommer. It is not just "having an imagination". MaDD negatively impacts one's life to the point where all they can do is daydream, often times ignoring real world responsibilities (ex; skipping work, canceling social outings) in order to do so.

I am going to past the proposed diagnostic criteria below, as well as link a document I made that contains more resources. MaDD is not an official disorder but it is currently being researched & there is a whole community here on tumblr that suffers from it.

A. Persistent and recurrent fantasy activity that is vivid and fanciful as indicated by the individual exhibiting 2 (or more) of the following in a 6-month period. At least one of these should include criterion (1):

While daydreaming, experiences an intense sense of absorption/immersion that includes visual, auditory or affective properties.

Daydreaming is triggered, maintained or enhanced with exposure to music.

Daydreaming is triggered, maintained or enhanced with exposure to stereotypical movement (e.g., pacing, rocking, hand movements).

Often daydreams when feeling distressed, or bored.

Daydreaming intensity and length intensify in the absence of others (e.g., daydreams more when alone).

Is annoyed when unable to daydream or when daydreaming is interrupted or curbed.

Would rather daydream than engage in daily chores, social, academic or professional activities.

Has made repeated unsuccessful efforts to control, cut back, or stop daydreaming.

B. The disturbance causes clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.

C. The disturbance is not due to the direct physiological effects of a substance (e.g., a drug of abuse, a medication) or a general medical condition (e.g., dementia) and is not better explained by another disorder, e.g., Autism Spectrum Disorders, Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, Schizophrenia Spectrum Disorders, Bi-Polar I Disorder, Obsessive-Compulsive and Related Disorders, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Substance related and Addictive Disorders, an Organic Disorder or Medical Condition.

Specify current severity:

Mild: Experiences mainly distress, no obvious functional impairment.

Moderate: One area of functioning is affected (e.g., work).

Severe: More than one area of functioning is affected (e.g., work, school or social life).

a lot of life can be persevered thru by secretly playing pretend in your mind the whole time

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chat im cooking

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write unpublishable things. it's good for you.

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Starting a compilation

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I hope everyone with a para that has super speed has a great day