#( i'm winging what 'problem' it could be. so i don't have anything specific in mind at the moment. )

[mer-acle]

i know i should not ask this but, what are your Athena ig wump headcannons :3 dont worry i have alot of time on my hands

okay okay okay

I think I'm gonna make this mainly trauma/whump potential themed. Like think, how do you break the owl? lol

Pain: I don't see Athena as scared of pain in general. She wouldn't mind being nicked in battle or something (she would bc of pride and being told she has to be perfect, but not the pain) I am willing to bet she's cut herself out of curiosity of what it feels like. Now if there's pain on top of other stuff, that's when she starts to fall apart. She's not used to dealing with physical pain, and if she's otherwise compromised (read: God Games) it becomes a problem.

Breathing: That's more of a general god hc I decided for whump purposes. The gods do have a breathing reflex and while they don't die from lack of oxygen + don't have negative effects if they actively choose not to breathe (like underwater), but like... yes gods can hyperventilate... or have trouble breathing... do with that what you will (like i do, I reaaaallly do stuff with this factoid)

Water: It's a winged!Athena specific one for me, but could be applied to any version. Athena's not a fan of water in general and afraid of being fully submerged in particular. She got somewhat used to it after a while living with Triton, but since Pallas' death, it's gotten worse and she hasn't really been in the water since. (This all came to be bc I found out that owls are actually terrible swimmers bc their wings aren't waterproof so they just have to get to shore to dry off... and wings weighed down by water sounds pretty scary

Control: Kinda vague, but shapes my entire approach to her. Athena is all about control. Anything that messes with that is BAD. Fever? An injury that you can't just push your way past? Drugs, medical or otherwise? She would literally rather be in excruciating pain. Like... if she's mentally not well, having shaky hands or dropping something might already be cause for a negative spiral it's that bad. Speaking of...

Mental health (Pt. 1) (to be continued) Ah I posted accidentally okay wait I'll make a part 2 and link it 😖

[velvetvexations]

Imperial Japan is a great example of a non-Western nation adopting Western practices out of a worldview you could say relates to white supremacy. For instance, they reorganized their nobility to be more like European aristocracies because that was seen as more fashionable and cool, although keep in mind that kinna thing is hardly unique, there was a very long time when the nobility of England were Francophiles and mostly spoke French, and Japan itself already had a long history of ripping off China.

Something more specific is that they might be said to have criminalized homosexuality based on Western influence. However, while copying and looking good to the West did play a large role in what was done about it, Japan, like Rome, was not any kind of LGBT paradise, and there was already a mounting backlash against homosexual practices within samurai culture.

Furthermore, Ming China banned homosexuality in the 1600s entirely on their own. When the Qing legalized it in 1907, it was due to Western influenced attempts to "modernize". To be clear, I'm not saying Western influence made China better - for as much deserved shit as I give the PRC they call that period the Century of Humiliation for very good reason. The Qing may have been a mess at the best of times, but foreign powers (including, you know, Japan) were basically stomping all over them every chance they got. Only a few years after the latest attempt at "modernization" they finally collapsed into decades long civil war.

However, it can hardly be said that the West has been going around exporting queerphobia. That always existed in Asia. That was always a thing.

To return to Imperial Japan, it has to be kept in mind that they were primarily wowed by Western culture insofar as it came with concrete upgrades on the tech tree. This led them to adopt certain Western cultural traits like styles of dress, yes, but mostly they wanted the big fucking boats with giant fuck off cannons, and maybe some of those guns you load on Sunday and shoot all week. While IJ held the West to be "superior" in terms of physical might, and thus their ability to shape the world, every possible opportunity was taken to assert Japanese culture to the point of being a right-wing nationalist death cult that makes MAGA look like little babies. Everything they took from Western culture, their attitude was always - subtly at first, more openly contemptuous as war with the US loomed - "anything you can do, we can do better".

That includes the racism and colonialism. IJ saw what the West and they decided that's what they wanted for themselves. Literally it was like "the West has all these great ideas about dominating cultural and racial inferiors, but we think we prefer it'd be us on top, actually". At this point it's like, did they internalize white supremacy? Or did they maybe see some bullies beating a kid up and decide that beating kids up looked fun?

As W. E. B. De Bois wrote:

So far as Japan was fighting against color caste and striving against the domination of Asia by Europeans, she was absolutely right. But so far as she tried to substitute for Europeans an Asiatic caste system under a ‘superior’ Japanese race, and for the domination and exploitation of the peasants of Asia by Japanese trusts and industrialists, she was offering Asia no acceptable exchange for Western exploitation.

So I have alllll these problems with the idea that white supremacy is to blame for like...literally every bad thing ever on the planet. And I just don't get how it isn't erasing the individual histories of other countries to reduce them to poor little meow meows brainwashed into evil by Western hegemony.

[lightofraye]

Food For Thought

Fear not, I am still working on the next review of Wales Comic Con. I'm wishing there were close-ups of the convention so I could have a better look of faces, but it may have to be what it is.

But that's not what this post is about.

AustinCon--SPNAustin/SPNAus/Whatever the acronym--is already starting and we've heard and seen some rather inappropriate commentary from Kim and Briana (dear gods, please, develop some class!), Matt Cohen... being peculiar... a group karaoke that largely consisted of the "extras" (as they're often called), and the BBQ with Jensen and Steve (aka Radio Company).

It's been a trip watching the photos and commentary by fans. Or stans. Or is it both?

Of course, I didn't forget Jared and his book event with Genevieve (well, her book event). They were cute together! I keep forgetting just how freaking tall he is until I saw that full length photo and just stared. I'm above average for a woman myself--5'9"--and something tells me he'd give me a crick in my neck just to talk to him.

Out of all of that, the one that disappointed me a bit was hearing the BBQ with Radio Company lasted only an hour. For more than $300, I'd expect it to last at least a couple of hours.

Not for the first time, I wonder about the financial problems that may or may not be plaguing the Ackles. There's a lot of things not adding up and the BBQ event was a "last minute" addition (like just a month ago). Unfortunately, it's all speculation and I have so many theories spinning through my mind. Pieces of a whole, missing key points that may never be answered.

However, as I've been musing, I recalled a conversation with a follower. A quick message, a comment. They mentioned a recent Meet and Greet with Jensen. Of course, with the Non-Disclosure Agreement, they couldn't go into details. But could, at least, give me a general gist:

"In a recent meet and greet, Jensen shared information that convinced me that he is home often. Little things, but also one main piece unrelated to kids or wife that proved he spends significant amount of time at home."

This may be true. The mansion has three floors plus a basement. It's certainly huge enough that he could quite literally have a whole wing to himself, an aspect of separation without the legalese involved. The blueprints of the mansion showed it was entirely possible.

But... it still niggled at me.

In discussing it with a few others, one person chimed in. "That basement is large enough to fit a bedroom, office, gym, and so much more!"

And it hit me.

They had the equipment of a gym back in Austin, when Jensen was trying to bulk up for Soldier Boy back then for Season 3 of The Boys. We saw the videos, the photos. I imagine they moved the equipment with them. So why did we see several photos of Jensen at an outside gym?

It's not for a trainer, though the exclusive gym he went to could've provided one. Or, with his money, he could hire a private one to attend to him at the mansion!

So why outside the mansion?

The answer is altogether too heartbreaking: he can't abide to be at home.

It's safer, and healthier, to be away.

Then I remembered a discussion I had with one of my... I'll call them 'industry experts'. Meet and Greets are where actors 'test' stories, see how they land and then use the 'successful' stories in later conventions. With the NDAs, fans wouldn't be able to say anything without risking a lawsuit, expensive ones at that.

It'd certainly explain the weird shifting of stories that don't always ring true or change too fast. Like when he was in Rome, Jensen said Danneel liked cooking Italian food. Later, in France, it was French food and French music. How many fans would listen to every single one of those conventions and match stories? Or even care that it changed too much, too fast, and with gaping holes that felt awkward?

Pieces of a whole. Generic stories, nothing specific. Not of Danneel asking him to try something new that tasted incredible. Or a burnt food accident that smoked out their kitchen. Or the kids enjoying one of the songs.

Get what I mean?

The pieces don't fit. He says one thing here, another thing there, and it doesn't match.

If he's still persistently trying to build the Family Man Image... if Gersh has someone monitoring keywords (GERSH! GERSH! GERSH! Does it work like Beetlejuice?), I'd advise them to tell Jensen to stop. It's not working. Maybe for a small section of a dying fandom (oh god, please don't kill me), but for the rest? We're not buying it.

And for his mental and emotional--and hell, physical!--health, I'd say he should try to go for the divorced dad image.

Lots of things stirring in my mind. Far too much.

This week was hard. Seeing the ongoing put down from people who don't understand the mindset of someone in the middle of abuse, the insults, the demeaning comments ("weak", "pussy", "not a man", and so forth) really got to me. Broke my heart.

Then there's the controversy surrounding the movie, "It Ends With Us", and the inaccuracy of the ending that had me headdesking repeatedly.

It seemed the theme of the week is Domestic Violence.

For survivors, who got away. For the victims, who are still trapped. For those who think it's normal, because they don't know any better (yes, this is a thing; if a person's baseline is well below what should be considered okay, what makes you think they'd know differently?).

It's emotionally draining. It's exhausting.

But every so often I get a message of support, of people who are grateful for me speaking out.

And then there's my son, who I am desperate to keep safe.

Breaking of cycles have to begin somewhere.

Let it start with me.

[liveontelevision]

A lil' somethin' (nothin' fancy)

Here's just a little random Lucifer blurb I wrote today, I liked the words is all, so enjoy maybe?

No romance, no fluff, no reader 😬 BUT I am working on something cute right now so stay tuned!

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They say Lucifer lost his will to dream.

It was published in a book for goodness sake. Everyone in Hell knew what a failure he was. That being said, he did still have some creative outlets. He was a showman at heart, litering the seven rings with amusement parks, circus tents and stages; specifically made for Lillith's concerts, but it was used for other things as time went on.

In reality, he could create anything. Any item you could think of, he could conjure up with just the snap of his fingers. And he used that power often. A thriving realm wasn't just made of sinner's. It needed a working class. Now, when it came to Lucifer, he had all the same abilities as his heaven bound brothers. And they could create life. It was something Lucifer loved to do when he was above the clouds. Or used to, at least.

Don't get me wrong, his powers are still as strong as they were when he was an angel, but when he tried to create life like he used to, it.. it was just different. Like his power had some kind of distortion that he had to work around. Cute little cherubs turned into red skinned creatures with horns and goat legs, cats came out with one eye, and lambs came out with sharp teeth and wings.

He didn't mind them, and he would never take away a life just because of its appearance. So, he found work for them, no problem. They'll keep the realm running smoothly. And as he created more imps and other hellborn creatures, he became better at it. After some practice and honing of his skills he created, what he would call, his best work. A handful of creatures he deemed as rulers for each ring of hell. The Sins. He took pride in each being, creating them to embody the true notions that came with the knowledge of truth. He put his deepest desires into a little spider clown he called Mammon. All of his wanting and indulgence into a lovely little lava pup, and finally, his truest love and devotions into a spunky little rooster. (And others to come)

But it all turned on him. They became his proudest achievements in decades, but people saw them all as ruthless leaders. And in some cases, that's simply what they became. His desires, indulgence and devotion were viewed as greed, gluttony and lust. Word of these beings would travel to Heaven, only solidifying his tainted image to his brothers. But.. it was okay. He had a family now. The sins all grew to be incredibly close to Lucifer and Lillith, even giving their sweetest child a taste of what a communicative family would look like. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to create a loving environment for his daughter once she was born. And he took pride in the fact that he did.

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In my head, I like to think that Lucifer created the sins this way. I see fan art of it all the time, and it's just so?? Cute??? Like Beezlebub feeding of Lucifer's depression vibes and comforting him, and the sins babysitting Charlie in general? aH I eat that shit up. I'm def thinking of including them in stories in the future 🙌

Ok that's all, thanks for reading my little thing :)

[lumenflowered]

OOC: Right so the readmore just entirely gave up on my new and hopefully final intro post, so. Fuck it, we ball, I'm putting my OOC info here.

Hi. I'm Hope, you may find me elsewhere at @ofstormsandfire where I am routinely not remotely normal about my favorite fictional characters. One of said faves is Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower, because I am really enjoying Bloodborne and also she's just. She's just a really cool character okay. Yes I know she has four lines it's about the ~implications~ y'all.

Last summer, a lot of my friends were getting really into pokeblogging so I made one myself, but I have not gotten anywhere near as invested with any of my other ones as I have with this one. Because I had the thought, the critical thought that started all this, that was "oh hey, people are throwing their faves from other pieces of media into here, I could totally do that too."

And then, near the end of November last year, I thought for too long about how hilarious it would be to throw someone from a tonally incongruous piece of media like Bloodborne into the comparatively much kinder world of Pokémon.

And then I thought for too long about how I could throw this woman who was, in all likelihood, extremely traumatized at a world far kinder than anything she'd ever known before. About how this could be a journey about healing, about falling back in love with life.

...And then I came up with the blog url and it was really all over for me from there.

My own ramblings on how this blog came about aside, Bloodborne is a horror game, it is normally fairly dark. Canon-typical themes for Bloodborne will be present, but I'll do my best to tag for anything that isn't your usual pokeblogging fare and if you'd like anything I'm not already tagging for to be tagged, just lmk, I'm happy to.

And now, assuming my readmore works here (I have my suspicions as to why it isn't on the other post) have some navigational tags under the cut!

Story tags!

#firebird arc: I combined the Radio Tower takeover and the Ho-oh subplot, made the Kimono Girls more relevant, and ramped up the stakes. Ho-oh is a firebird and I think there's a type of rocket called the firebird. I like puns.

#from the ashes arc: Giovanni became an actual threat, there got to be an entire Rocket base in Tohjo Falls, and Silver got traumatized more. Mind the tags and also the warning OOC post at the beginning.

#kanto rocket arc: There wasn't much to do in Kanto so I had Rocket start causing problems on purpose. Silver transed her gender and Giovanni... seemed to no longer be a problem at the end of it.

#downpour arc: Starting soon! First post in the tag is an OOC post explaining a little about what I have planned, there's a few others that are foreshadowing/buildup for it, and then once we're formally starting I'll make another OOC post with more detailed warnings.

Character tags!

(...I really should think about making a character tag for Ade at some point. That would require going back and tagging so many posts and I don't actually have an idea for her yet, but maybe sometime in the future.)

#passing stranger: Dee (better known as the Plain Doll in Bloodborne canon) is here! And is now on the blog full-time because I love her and it made thematic sense! The earliest posts from her are from her 24-hour takeover back in February, before anyone knew who she was in-character and Dee was then very invested in keeping it that way.

#milf time and sonboy hours, #milf time: The first tag was specifically posts from Ethan and Reina, but Tumblr stole my yellow and I think stealing it back broke the cut on the other post so I'm not going to risk using it here. Ethan might show up again occasionally, Reina is more likely to show up on her own though. She likes birds and may or may not have had a bisexual awakening when her kid brought a Faller home.

#rainbow wings: Posts from (or sometimes relating to) Ho-oh. They don't post that often but they're a giant rainbow bird they can do what they want. What they want, when they happen to be online, is generally for injustice to Not Happen. Good luck buddy this is the internet.

#the first to fall: The Hunter from Maria's world taking on the role of the player character in Bloodborne. Her name's Mallory, she got the Childhood's Beginning ending for people that means anything to, and she was a Faller in the other direction before dragging herself and Dee into the world of Pokémon. (And, unintentionally, Maria too. She's probably the only unintentional tag-along, though. Right?)

#what's with this sassy lost child?: Posts from Silver, before she got her own blog at @cosmic-crobat. These days she mostly uses her own blog, but she'll still get blue text when she shows up in recordings.

Misc other tags!

#ask game: Reblogs of ask games and responses to said ask games. This one isn't chronological.

#hints to the future: Specifically, responses to that one ask game with the gear emojis that lets you hint at future events. I am always accepting asks for this one no matter how long it's been since I last reblogged that ask game. I like hinting toward what's to come and I like writing prose.

#glimpses of the past: That one ask game with the hourglasses that lets you see into the muse's past. Again, always open because I love writing prose and I can write out prose for things that have already happened this way.

#pelipper mail: It's open, it keeps happening, it keeps causing problems. Note that while I do not have magic anons on, if you're sufficiently creative with Pelipper Mail and it isn't too story-breaking you can probably get a similar effect to a magic anon that way.

#sword lesbian things: Silly and fairly self-explanatory. For when Maria's doing things with her sword, now that she has it back.

#the death hole: Scarvio DLC spoilers! Maria decided to Pelipper Mail herself to Paldea to help a friend. The death hole lived up to its reputation, and she will probably be Pelipper Mailing herself to try and solve other people's problems by ignoring her own more often in future.

#the vampire allegations: Silly tag for posts involving the recurring jokes about Maria being a vampire. It keeps happening, due to her entire aesthetic and also me deciding she can be allergic to garlic for coincidental and completely mundane reasons.

[fivemillionkeys]

Hey all

I'm still looking around for an long time rp partner. I do have some storylines going at the moment but I'm still kind of figuring out what I want & the more possibilities the better.

Who am I:

My name is Dorian/ Dax. My pronouns are he / him - They / Them. I'm 26 and I have been in the rp community for over 12 years. I have done both long format storylines on rpg forum boards as well as rapidfire ones on Discord and telegram. I've always played fandomless only. I'm pretty flexible when it comes to setting/ rp style.

I am in the CET timezone. My first language is Dutch so it can be that I make small grammar errors when writing in English, especially when writing multiple paragraphs. I study creative writing, so sometimes my replies are a little less frequent when the semester is particularly busy. But I love to chat ooc as well, so you can always shoot me a message and I'll make sure to reply as quickly as I can ^-^

Most of my OCs are male. I currently have three female characters that stuck around. I don't mind writing female characters, I'm just not very good at it. But who knows, improvement might be inescapable fhfgddd. All of my OCs have an overachring background lore. They are all from the same universe. The lore of that universe can be included in our storyline but it's not necessary for the storyline to function. Basically it can be used if it enriches the story, but I have no problem with dropping my guys into any story world/ AU imaginable.

What I am looking for:

Fandomless rp only

Available on Discord or Telegram

I am 26, so I would prefer it if my rp partner is 21+

I'm okay with pairings of any and all genders. Friends, enemies, lovers; all is possible as long as it's plot driven.

I am very new to the term "dead dove" and am a little hesitant to partake. Not to say that I won't write any dark themes ever, but it's not specifically what I'm looking for right now. A plot can have its dark moments, but I am not looking for a fully dark plot.

I don't really mind whether you write multiple paragraphs, do one-liners or anything in between. As long as it's well structured, has substance and engages with whatever is going on in the plot, it's great. I love complex inner monolog about what your character is thinking/ feeling. I also really love it when people put detail and thought into the surroundings that the characters are in.

What would work great for me is if you / your character loves to explain things about their homeworld. Or if you/ your character would love to learn about my homeworld.

I love the bonding between characters that formers through learning / exploring together and one of them taking the other under their wing.

Fantasy worlds tend to work best for the dynamics described above but there are _a lot_ of variations possible (think: pirates, medieval, apocalyptic, historical, steampunk, victorian ect) and especially once we know which characters make a good match we can do endless AU's with them too!

I love plotting together and talking ooc. I am so for telling each other about our silly little guys & how they are 100% not prepared for the stuff we're about to throw their way. Please tell me why they would be absolutely insufferable together or super wholesome :3 Feel free to send funny memes about our guys or pictures about our storyworlds. On the other hand I would also like to get to know you & what's going on in your life. Being both friends & rp partners would be awesome! No pressure tho, it's fully valid that not everyone is comfortable or able to open up quickly.

2 - 5 replies weekly would be great! Though I fully understand that life is very busy and this won't always be possible. Communication is key. As long as the ooc contact stays on / periods of inactivity are communicated about before (if possible) or afterwards, it's all good. Rapidfire would be very fun to do for certain storylines but I understand that it takes a lot of time. So maybe we could try and arrange that on a weekend day.

I love it when people are overall enthusiastic, come up with ideas, engage with the plot, and engage a lot ooc.

Welp, this has become quite long and rambly despite my best efforts not to. If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to let me know. Even if you are unsure if you match what I am looking for, just ask. Exceptions can always be made ^-^ But yeah, if you would like to rp feel free to DM me ^-^

[aquariclily]

🔞 Minors do not interact! 18+ only, & preferably 20+.

⠀General Roleplay Information!

All my blogs are listed here!

I personally prefer long RP stuff to be discussed through messages or Discord as I value OOC trust & communication. However, I'm good with filling in interest checkers as well.

I accept most inbox submissions, even for non-(Tumblr)roleplayers. But please don't expect for literally all inbox replies to turn into threads (though, you can ask.)

I can't consistently cut posts bc I'm generally on my phone & open Tumblr on the app.

I roleplay on both Tumblr & Discord. Discord RP's are a little more prioritized sometimes because it's more easy for me for short/more casual stuff. I'm open to try out other platforms if convenient.

NOTE: I am highly selective with my canons.

⠀Do Not Interact…

— DNI if your blog contains the following: Pedo/Incest/Bestiality/Anything Too Problematic (think of e.g. uncomfy~immoral/illegal taboo stuff, etc.) I really don't care what tf you're into - I just don't want to SEE these things on my dash. (Plus, I also don't want trouble.)

— OOC garbage behavior such as; Racism/Sexism/T.ERF/S.WERF/G.ender critical/M.AP/Z.oosexual/A.lt-right/Any discrimination or insensitivities to marginalized groups/etc. I will block that shit on sight.

— "Collectors". I block collectors on sight. I have terrible experiences with them. I usually block them on sight (for my mental health.) If you want your OC x Canon ship, you must offer double-up or leave me alone. Find some other blog.

— I'll repeat: No minors. Roleplay is for 18+ only, 20+ is preferred (not mandatory. This is because I'm 30+.) However, minors are free to follow my blog(s) if they are SFW. It's just that I don't want to roleplay with them.

— If I blocked you: Don't fucking block evade me!!

Notes: I block very liberally to curate my Tumblr Experience™ (it usually means that I just don't want to interact so don't take a block too personal) & it would be too laboring to fully elaborate on every small thing that just bothers me. (Along on how a lot of people on this website lack basic reading comprehension… not worth it. 🗿)

If you read this. Please don't worry about me blocking you out of the blue, I usually (kindly) confront people if we're mutuals for a while.

I admit that I suffer from trauma (C-PTSD) so curating my experience is very important. I don't want to list my specific triggers because it can be used against me but it's in the range of taboo/extreme stuff (what's in my DNI.)

⠀RP Do's…

— Just wing it. Don't get intimidated, I like casual RP's on Tumblr too. Don't worry too much about length/detail.

— Try to read the Blog/Muse Info's. Not mandatory, but it would be nice. This post is just the general RP rules (hence, it's posted on my main.)

— Be patient. Acknowledge that there is an actual PERSON behind the screen. I am not an AI. Don't treat me like one. I have my preferences, & prefer to stick in my comfort zone. And sometimes I get busy. Sometimes, I just want to do different things. Sometimes, I'm just too tired, moody, sick, or whatever reason. You can ask what's up when in doubt, though. It's fine. I'm just saying that I have a life, my preferences, and that I need my rest.

— Talk OOC, plot stuff, discuss dynamics between our muses, etc. I may fill in interest checkers but I personally prefer to work through messages. Interest checkers don't really work for me on my canons so I no longer do that. I value good OOC communication. This is how you get things done with me.

— If there is a problem, talk it out. Let's acknowledge that we're human and being humans means that we're flawed and we all can have our bad days; I want to keep my mind open and hear you out.

— Give attention, show some excitement; I gravitate to those who seem most interested & express it. Don't worry about ♥/reblog-spam lol, I don't mind. I like the attention.

— Come up with ideas. Talk about our muses & world-building. You could never ever bother me with genuine interest & passion. Passionate writers are admirable.

— If you struggle with coming up with ideas: Ask! I will not mind if you ask, because that indicates that you're interested! Which is a good thing. I'll gladly brainstorm for you.

— Drop threads & start new ones if you lost muse. It's fine.

— Take a break if you need it! ♥

⠀RP Don'ts…

And I can't stress it enough.

— Don't be weird. Respect my boundaries. I am very tired.

— Don't sexualize/romance the muses that are minors or child-coded.

— Don't godmod. Don't try to control my muse without my consent.

— Don't expect me to ship something if we haven't discussed it. Also don't be a jerk if I say "No". I'm still selective. Don't demand me to do double up for ships if I don't see you demand it to others & don't see it in your BYI/RP Rules. (It's unfair to put a double standard to me.)

— Don't disrespect my wishes and preferences in roleplays. I am not an AI that is willing to write literally everything. Don't get mad if my muse isn't going to act the way you want them to. Don't guilt trip me for retiring muses: My muse for things isn't going to stay the same forever.

— Don't pressure me to write things I'm not (or no longer) interested in. When in doubt, just ask. If you don't ask; I guess you'll just stay in doubt then! Sorry.

— Don't make OOC vagueposts & stuff like that. It makes me nervous and worry if it's about me. I also will raise a brow at you if you give OOC drama more attention than roleplay, this can result into me confronting you or even unfollowing you if we're not close enough. Outside that: I actually DO support callouts of genuinely shitty & problematic people with actual/proper evidence! I'd rather not want to end up interacting with e.g. someone who's predatory or weird around minors.

— Don't be afraid to message me!! I'd love to talk.

Discord…

— Feel free to message me for my Discord if interested. Be sure to have some clear information about yourself somewhere before I add you!

— My status often says that I'm "offline". I want to reply at my own pace.

— Even on Discord, I take my breaks.

⠀⠀♡ this post to confirm that you've read the "General Roleplay Information"!

— Message me if there are any questions! Don't be shy if you don't understand some things.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1050: A Call With Dr. Ashling (Epithet Erased)

Sylvie: You did WHAT!?

Giovanni: (Painting his Toenails While on the Phone With Sylvie) I stole Beartrap away from that dumb toy store a night or two ago, found a suitable hideout spot for the two of us to stay at for the time being, and I, with the help of Crusher, have been raising her ever sinc- (Suddenly Heard a Very Loud Scream From the Other Line, Causing him to Move his Phone Away From his Ear at the Last Second)

Sylvie: (On the Other Line) WHYYYYYYYYYY!?

Giovanni slowly but cautiously return the phone back to his hear before hearing another 'WHY' screaming at his eardrums again.

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Really could do without the constant screaming, kid-

Sylvie: (Slams his Hand on the Desk) NO! Do NOT try and casual talk your way out if this one, Giovanni Potage! What the hell were you thinking!?

Giovanni: Well, I-

Sylvie: What POSSESS you into think that kidnapping Molly from here home was REMOTELY a good idea!? Huh!?

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Look, would you just let me-

Sylvie: Are you really....REALLY that hellbent on trying to be this....BIG SHOT villain you've been going on about or some crap?

Giovanni: (Eyes Widened) What? No! I mean, yeah, I wanted to be a great villain and all, but-

Sylvie: Then why, Gio? WHY would you sink that low into doing something so...STUPID AND-

Giovanni: I JUST WANTED MOLLY OUT OF THAT FUCKING HELL HOLE, ALRIGHT!?

'Silence'

Giovanni: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose to Calm Himself) Sorry, sorry. I just- ('Sigh') I know there's a lot to unpack here, but can we not yell at each other a sec? It's not getting us anything.

Sylvie: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah, you're right. It's unprofessional. Just....please explain to me what's been going on before I have a migraine....

Giovanni: You're fourteen-years old and you're already having migraines? That has to be rough?

Sylvie: (Sighs While Shrugging) Yeah, but it's whatever at this point, you know? I mean, I'm actually fifteen and- (Eyes Suddenly Widens) Hey, wait a minute. (Starts Getting Frustrated Again) We were just having a conversation here! Stop getting off topic!!

Giovanni: Alright, alright, I'm sorry. We're going back on topic now. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay, so....a day or two ago, I visited Beartrap in the toy store to ask her join our new villain join.

Sylvie: New villain group? You quit the Banzai Blasters?

Giovanni: Yeah, but that's another story in it of itself. So anyways, I was greeted by her older sister, Lori and she transported the both of us, her friends, their teacher, and this cool looking wizard guy into some fantasy land that has something to do with her Epithet, don't remember what it's called specifically, buuuuut to keep it brief, uhh....(Starts Using his Fingers to Point Out a Few Details) wacky adventures ensues, there bees and scarecrows along the way, I had rad horn and wings....Oh! Naven, Beartrap's teacher I told you about, and I hosted a cooking contest to see if Lori has what it takes to be a part of my gang!

Sylvie: How....did she do exactly?

Giovanni: Oh she failed. With flying colors!....But....she was kinda being a sore loser about and starts being all evil and try to sort of kill us. Luckily, we managed to beat her at her own game and got out of the fantasy world in the neck of time. I stole the hell hole's greatest treasure, Beartrap, found a place to hideout for the time being and the rest was history.

Sylvie: Huh. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I guess that would explain why I haven't heard from either of you as of late....But that still doesn't explain why you kidnapped her in the first place. And what do you mind by that toy store being a "Hell Hole"?

Giovanni: (Sighs While Getting Up From the Sofa He Was Sitting On) Dude, isn't it obvious? (Starts Walking Around the Room) Molly's been completely miserable working and dealing with people's crap in there for God knows how long and her own family sure as hell wasn't making it any better for her either! I mean, I know Lori has her own problems to deal with, but her dad.....(Crunches Up his Free Hand in Pure Frustration) Ooooooooooh does that jackass rubs me off in the wrongest way possible!!! It's bad enough that he makes her work at the store and clean after him all by herself while he does fuck all 24/7, but the fact that he has the nerve, the AUDACITY, to take ALL the credit his own daughters' worked hard for and acts like the "Breadwinner" of the family makes me wanna get my bat, go back to that stupid toy store, and shove that bat right up his, FAT, PINHEADED-

Crusher: Boss! Calm yourself! (Opens his Room Door and Quickly Rushes Towards Giovanni's Side to Gently Rub his Shoulders) You're going to raise your blood pressure and get yourself a heart attack at this rate.

Giovanni: I AM CALM!!!

Giovanni begins to whimper shortly after he lays his head onto Crusher's chest, hugging him. This, in turn, causes the big guy to hug his boss back in return, while gently rubbing his back

Crusher: ('Shh Shhhh') There, there. It's okay.

Sylvie: Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with the guy on your line on this one. It won't do you any good being angry and constantly stressing yourself out no matter how egregious that poor excuse of a father really is......Uh...by the way, who....exactly is in the call with you right now?

Giovanni: One of my faithful Boyz, Crusher. Hey, Crusher, it's that Sheep Kid I told you about.

Sylvie: Not a kid. My actual name is Dr. Sylvester Ashling. (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) B-But I suppose you can call me Sylvie if you-

Crusher: (On Giovanni's Line of the Call) PLEASE TO MEET YOU, SYLVIE THE SHEEP KID, MY NAME IS CRUSHER AND I LOVE MY BOSS TO PIECES!!

Giovanni: D'awwww~ I love you too, big guy~

Sylvie: Riiight.....So, back on the topic of Molly's father: Does he, by any chance, has yellow hair and beard, a green hawiian looking shirt, wearing socks and scandals together, and those small colored stars on that said beard?

Giovanni: Yeah, that fit the description alright. Why? You know him or something?

Sylvie: Not really. I saw him a few times on the day of that museum. He was so..... loud, obnoxious, and looked like he doesn't know a single concept of reality. And you're telling me that's the man whose a father of two? Ridiculous!

Giovanni: Exactly! And you wonder why he pisses me off so badly right now!

Crusher: (Nodded in Agreement)

Giovanni: (Takes Another Deep Breath) But....listen, Sylvie, I know what I'm doing right now is dumb and reckless on my part, hell, I keep having second thoughts about all of this more times than I can count! But when I started this whole villain gig, I made an oaf to protect, help, and be there for my minions each and every step of the way, Beartrap included. And there was no way I was gonna continue standing by let that little girl keep working herself to the bone while her so called "family" does little to nothing to help her out. She's still a kid, Sylvie. A kid that still has a whole life as being a kid ahead before the real word and adulthood comes in and take over. She deserves a lot more than a the crap she received. And if anyone who says otherwise will have to go through ME: VICENT MURDER! The new and upcoming villain Sweet Jazz City will EVER have the DISPLEASURE of meeting AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Crusher: (Applauds Giovanni's Introduction Performance While Wiping a Tear Away From.his Eyes) ('Sniff') That was so beautiful, Boss.....

Giovanni: (Smiles Brightly at Crusher) Thanks!~ I worked all night coming up with that one.

Crusher: You shouldn't stay up all night, Boss. You'll get tired out easily!

Giovanni: ('Groans While Rolling his Eyes') Oh come on, Crusher! How many do I have to tell ya- (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud Yawn Before Rubbing his Eyes a Little) I'll be fiiiine....

Crusher: See? You were just yawning right now. You ARE tired!

Giovanni: Dude, everyone has to yawn eventually. You gotta stop worrying about us all the time, big guy.

Sylvie had been silent as Gio and Crisher continues to go back and forth at one another about the importance of getting more sleep. And that's when young psychologist thinks to himself.....

What....what is happening right now? Is this really the same....loud, obnoxious troublemaker he met that night at museum a few days ago? I mean, he can tell that the guy cares about Molly some capacity, but to go this far as to take her away from a stressed-filled, dysfunctional place she used to call home and raising her as if she was his very own daughter?.....It sounds too good to be true and yet.....here we are, Giovanni Potage....doing the impossible. Maybe he was wrong about this guy all along. Maybe..........

But as of right now, he ultimately decided to keep all of this to himself. Fearing there might be a possible chance that the wannabe villain might try and rub it somehow.

Sylvie: ('Sigh') You really do care.....

Giovanni and Crusher finally stops their bickering as the resident soup man continues the call.

Giovanni: You said something, Sylvie?

Sylvie: Molly. You really care for her, do you?

Giovanni: Of course I care about Beartrap. I'll do anything for her and my Boyz. Preeeeetty sure we already established that already.

Sylvie: I know. I was just making sure is all. (Smiles a Little) She's.....lucky to have you guys in her life.

Giovanni: Awww~ (Smiles Brightly) I can say the same about you too, Sleeper!

Sylvie: Sleeper?

Giovanni: Yep! As of right now, I, Vincent Murder, has hereby enrolling you to our gang misfits!

Sylvie: Oh no. No no no. Hell. NO. I am NOT joining your crininal gang, Giovanni Potage!

Giovanni: Oh come on! You'll fit right in just fine! In fact, I can give you job as a Tech Wiz in charge ~

Sylvie: (Raises an Eyebrow) Tech Wiz, huh?

Giovanni: Yeah. You seem like the kind of guy who's skilled at computer stuff! You.....are good at computers stuff, right?

Sylvie: Well, I have taken three different computer classes in my first year of college with.....some success behind it.

Giovanni: Sounds good to me!

Sylvie: Didn't say I would agree to join, Giovanni.

Giovanni: Dude, just give it chance. You can do this whole Tech stuff behind the scenes so you don't have to join us on outside missions if ya don't want to. No problem. Plus, if you join, you can finally have the chance to hang out with Molly, whom talks about you a lot by the way.

Sylvie: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) R-Really?

Giovanni: (Smiles Softly) Yeah, man. She's been worried about you after that whole museum incident the other day-

Sylvie: Which you caused by the way.

Giovanni: Shut up. And to tis day, she wants nothing more than to come by your office to visit you. But alas, she fears that you would be far too busy for idle chit chat-

Sylvie: I'm not too busy!! (Immediately Clears his Throat as He Continues Speaking) I mean...Sure, I have patients and moutains of paperwork to complete.

Giovanni: Mountain shape Paperworks!?

Sylvie: ('Sigh') Yeah. It sucks. B-But besides all of that, my schedule isn't too hectic for the most part. So....if you guys really want to hang out with me, then.....(Starts Blushing a Little) I-I don't mind...

Giovanni: So does that mean you'll join our gang misfits?~

Sylvie: ('Sighs in Defeat') I guess. Sure.

Giovanni: Spendid! Our group is growing ever higher!

Sylvie: (Rolls his Eyes) And I couldn't be any happier. Just try not to cause too much attention in the public eye with your villain antics, alright?

Giovanni: Relax, kid. I'll be careful.

Crusher: (Taos on Giovanni's Shoulder) Um boss? It's time for us to go.

Giovanni: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Oh crap. Already?

Crusher: (Simply Nodded) Mmhmm.

Sylvie: Wait, are you guys going somewhere right now?

Giovanni: Yeah, it's time for Crusher and I to pick Beartrap up from school. Say, what time do you get off from your work or whatever?

Sylvie: Another hour. Why?

Giovanni: Do you wanna spend the rest of the day with us? We have movie night~

Crusher: WE'RE GONNA WATCH SMALLFOOT IN THEATERS!

Giovanni: We originally planned watch that new Puss in Boots movie at first, but a certain dingus who shall not be named- BEN! Brought us tickets to Smallfoot by mistake. So.....('Sigh') Fingers crossed for it to be good or whatever. In the meantime, we'll swing by your office once we gathered the rest of our Boyz.

Sylvie: Okay. I'll try and get myself ready by then. Be careful while in traffic though. It usually gets bigger whenever school is over with.

Giovanni: (Starts Walking Out the Door With Crusher Behind Him) Yeah, yeah mom. We'll be careful. Good thing about this is that Car Crash isn't driving for once.

Crusher: Mmhmm.

Giovanni: Anywho~ We'll see you in a little bit, Sleeper. Don't work yourself too the bone once we get there!

Sylvie: 'Kay, later.

'Call End'

Sylvie: (Sits Back in his Chair as He Looks Up at the Ceiling Sighing) So I guess I'm a villain now, huh? Not the most crazy life-changing moment in my so far, but......it's something. Although.....Having Sleeper as a codename doesn't sound too bad....Better than being called Sheep Boi, that's for sure.

@keyenuta

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The Horror Of Our Love Verse 1, Part 1

(yes, I did post this before, but I posted the wrong version. this the edited and right version.) Verse One. "I'm a killer, cold and wrathful." The Horror Of Our Love - Ludo

She was beautiful. I knew this even before I ever laid eyes on her. I could tell it all from her scent. From over a mile away, her scent was held like an infant in the warm summer wings. It blew on those winds, only to enter my nostrils with her mouth-watering bouquet. It actually caught me off guard, dragging me away from my already in progress hunt. My prey was lucky, it no longer held my interest for a second, giving him another few steps to hide.

I was thirsty. It wasn't unbearable, but if I didn't do something soon, it would be. It'd been close to two weeks since I last drank. I probably could go another week or so, but I wasn't one to risk it. Just because I'm seemingly immortal, doesn't mean my mind can stay that way. Without feeding every so many weeks, my mind will slip into insanity. It's how the feral ones end up feral. Plus, without a drink, my body will start aging faster than normal. I age, just at rate incomprehensible. I'll be here when the sun dies.

For now, I have to ignore scent and focus on my hunt. Hopefully, I'll be able to find it again, after this was taken care of.

My prey's name was Shawn Leo. A 27 year old white male. There's not really anything special about him. At least in his appearance. It's Shawn's hobby that make him my next meal. See, Shawn has a nasty habit of slipping crushed pills into drinks at the bars and having no moral problems with taking that girl home. I never could understand how anybody could do something so evil. And I know, that's ironic coming from the guy with the fangs, but I at least have a moral compass.

He was running through the park, specifically towards a public rest room. If he can get in there and lock himself in, he'll be safe. Or so that's what he thinks. I can see what he's thinking. I can see inside his head. I wouldn't call it reading his mind. More like actually living his brain. You are asking the wrong person if you want answers to how this all works. And I explain as we go, but some stuff is just going to be ignored because, the truth is, i don't know all that much

He made it to the restroom. Ok, let me rephrase that. I let him make it to the bathroom. You know how your parents used to tell you not play with your food? Yeah, they told me that too, but I'm here to tell you to play with your food. It's fun. Plus, you can taste fear and it is very sweet.

I could hear him, hiding in a stall. He's perching precariously on a dirty toilet. There would be no dignity in his death. He doesn't deserve it.

I stood outside the door for a little while, still playing with my food. He knew I was still out here. I knew this because he knew this. I could see things through his eyes. It's kind of like mind reading, or like possession. All of us had the ability, but some of us were better with it. Sp,e cold even influence other's thoughts. I don't have it like that. but I don't really need it. I like to call it my second sight.

I decided I wasn't done playing with him, and jumped up and onto the roof. He didn't hear me. He couldn't hear me as I move with the weight of air. I could hear him, and I could tell that he was hiding still, but his breathing was getting slower and steadier. The calming down. Nobody burst through the door to get him, so he must be ok.

It wasn't even ten minutes before he poked his head back out into the night. I stayed silent. I preferred to feed in the dark, and he was hanging out in the light outside of the restroom. His eyes scanned as far as he could see. That wasn't very far, as the light wasn't very bright. But still, he tried in vain to see into the darkness, looking for shadows. I could smell his sweat, and it smelt bitter. The scent of fear still clung to him like a wet napkin.

After a few minutes, he gained the courage to step out of the restroom. His shoes were almost silent, but I could hear the scuffing sounds as rubber met concrete. The door closed behind him, creaking and whining as it did. Still, he stayed in the light. His fear had faded but his paranoia wouldn't let him let his guard down. It didn't matter either way really. He can't beat me, or harm me. Unless he can somehow pull my heart out and destroy it. And let's face it, that's never going to happen.

I could see when his paranoia broke. His body loosened. And he started into the dark. As he did, I hopped off the roof, landing in the grass below without even a thud. I quietly came up behind him. I almost ran into him once when he stopped walking, thinking he heard something. It wasn't hard to stay out of his view just slightly, hanging out behind his peripheral. Once we got far enough away from the restroom, it was my time to pounce. I leapt onto his back, knocking him to the ground. Somehow, he managed to turn around as he fell, and his eyes landed on mine. The fear was back in his, as I ghoulishly grinned at him, showing the fangs the had taken over my incisors.

In one quick motion, his throat was open. He didn't even have to time to scream or even contemplate what was happening to him. I drank in big greedy gulps, sucking down as much of his life forced as I could. Slowly, the life faded from his fearful eyes, now pleading with some entity only he could see in death.

I left his body lying on the ground. I never really worried about getting caught. What were they going to do? Throw me in jail? As if any prison could actually hold me. Steel bars mean nothing when you can snap them like Popsicle sticks. I was full, and now I wanted to find out where that alluring scent that I had come across before was.

[freedthedark]

@kurogane-redfox approached: "Freed, I've been wonderin' 'bout somethin' ya don't gotta answer if ya'd rather not, but... I heard that yer cookin' ain't as great as it used to be?"

He wasn't going to say who said it but that was mostly because he'd forgotten where he heard it from, though it was likely Bickslow was the culprit. The Dragon knew that Freed enjoyed cooking so perhaps the two could have a small bonding activity with the Dragon himself offering the other male some cooking lessons? Or even, just teaching him a few small recipes? "I know a few recipes that ya might like and I'm fairly sure Laxus will too. If ya want I can teach 'em to ya. We can even use my kitchen, produce, and pantry." He was surprisingly P A T I E N T with anyone he was teaching something. Which would be something Freed was already aware of due to the guitar lessons from the past. The Iron Dragon easily considered Freed one of his closest friends and he respected the rune wizard immensely. "Hell, if ya have some recipes yer wantin' to try I'm willin' to give ya any pointers if ya want 'em too." He wouldn't mind if a mess arose in his kitchen, the counters and floors were incredibly easy to clean. His home was fully stocked with fresh fruits, vegetables, and herbs he grew himself. There was also a lot of fresh fish, beef, chicken, and some pork cuts available too. Given the Dragon's ability with his magic it wouldn't come as a shock to anyone that he also sliced, chopped, and fileted his own meat.

     "And what is that supposed to mean?" His posture had been rather relaxed until Gajeel directed his statement disguised as question at him. Freed straightened himself though arms remained conjoined before his chest. His visible cerluean eye gained a spark of displeasure as he gazed directly at the other male, though tone remained calm with the slightest sharp edge to it. Of course; he'd perfected holding up a specific demeanor and playing around with different features of face and voice to have certain effects on whoever was facing him. The streak of irritation was by no means directed at the dragon slayer himself but rather at whoever had spewed such false allegation about his cooking skill.

     Not as great as it used to be? Oh of course he knew what that meant in a literal sense but he couldn't help but feel a touch of offence at the words. Was it the damned winged fish again? Nobody was perfect; his cooking skill was amazing. He had yet to figure out a well-working recept for this particular sort of fish, however. Whoever dared to say such thing about his cooking, which he knew was great and he wouldn't know why he should have been slacking (except for being absent for a very long time and not having much time for cooking, perchance), surely must have had a specific reason to do so. Or, it had been Bickslow for real.

     The Raijinshuu's captain found himself shifting, arms detangling as he rested one hand on the table-top and let fingers tap against the wooden surface. Thin brows were furrowed and he had no intention of interrupting the other; he was still caught on the fact that somebody would dare to try and insult his dishes but he had no problems keeping up with the words that were being spoken. So once Gajeel had finished his proposition, the rune magician leaned back in his chair again. Facial expression remained as it was, not even scrunching up his nose or anything of the like. Freed was well aware that his friend meant well; that didn't alter the fact that he felt as though he was being patronized at this very moment and was not at all fond of such way to interact with him.

     "First and foremost, you're very well aware that I welcome opportunities to polish my abilities and broaden my knowledge or, in this case, selection of recipes. I would also be interested in seeing your kitchen," he began to explain and give his agreement. He'd begun learning how to play the guitar; having general music knowledge and skills with the piano and violin helped immensely. On top of that, Gajeel really was a patient teacher. Freed appreciated any moment of bonding but there was something he certainly didn't appreciate. "Howsoever," and the slightest sharp edge to his deep voice made a return. "I would like to know which loose tongue dared to target my cooking ability in such a manner. I cannot say myself that I have noticed any decrease in quality."

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A Sculpture of Smoke (Isles of Ysamaldri)

Winter Whumperland 2022 Day 5

Whumperland Prompt Masterlist

Prompt: Frosty the Snowman: Turned into Decoration, Trapped in a Blizzard, Self-Sacrifice, Comfort: Warm Kisses

Word Count: 1.1k words

This is original sci-fi/fantasy, so I have some made-up terms/titles/places.

Isles of Ysamaldri Masterlist

This is also a bit lighter on whump, as I already had this concept in mind and it happened to fit the prompt!

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The two cats waited at the Isle of Portals, by the icy tree that led to the snow-covered Weylide Isle. One looked ready for the coming trip, with her long, white fur and feathered wings. Her blue eyes eagerly waited for the portal to open so she could go to her home away from home.

The other, however, had short, black fur, no wings, and the only odd thing about her was the amethyst set into her forehead. "I hope we aren't acting as messengers for long, Frost."

The white cat, Frost, smiled at the black cat. "Smoke, you know Shimmer and Luna requested us specifically. It's for the best that we're messengers right now. Besides, I miss hanging out with you."

Smoke gave a small smile back. "This is hardly us just 'hanging out' together."

The portal flickered for a moment, before growing into the familiar oval shape, with what looked like the night sky inside. A silvery-white dragon stepped out of the inky portal.

"You two ready?" she asked.

Frost nodded. "Lead the way, Shimmer."

The three made their way into the icy castle of Weylide Isle, carefully maneuvering their way up to Shimmer's personal chambers. They passed on the message to Shimmer and Luna, and took the messages that would go to Ishcyle Isle and Revak Feykro Isle through Frost and Smoke, respectively. Frost would go on foot – or, rather, by wing – so she left through a window, soaring toward her Weylide Isle residence before setting out in the morning. Smoke, on the other hand, would go back to Revak Feykro Isle directly through the portals.

"I left it open for a set amount of time," Shimmer said. "You should have enough time to get back to the Portal Isle."

Smoke nodded. "Thank you."

Smoke made her way quietly through the freezing castle, careful to keep in the shadows where she could. Before she knew it, she made it to the portal, which was still open, just as Shimmer had promised.

"So you're who came through," a voice said from behind.

Smoke whirled around, but she couldn't see anything. Something obscured her natural night vision. She started backing up toward the portal.

"Don't do that," another voice said, near the portal. "We don't want you to go quite yet."

"What do you want?" she said. "I was invited here, and now I'm leaving."

"Who invited you?" asked the first voice.

Smoke didn't respond. That's not something I can tell you.

"See, that's the problem," the first voice said. "Move, now."

The demand didn't make sense to Smoke right away, but then someone grabbed her from behind. Instinctively, Smoke used her ability to turn her entire body into smoke – everything except her amethyst, which stayed in place on her forehead. Also instinctively, she ran forward – away from her would-be captor, but also away from the portal.

"Grab the amethyst!"

Icy panic shot through Smoke. How do you know to go for that? She had to get out. She had to get back to Shimmer and Luna, or go with Frost, and wait it out—

A hand grabbed at her head from behind. It didn't do much but disperse her smoky body, but she halted and whirled around, her form growing into the smoky silhouette of a black leopard.

"What do you want with me?" Smoke demanded, her voice airy and not quite there, like wind. They couldn't hurt her while she was in her smoke form, but she couldn't do much more than try to asphyxiate them, either.

"You'd like to know, so you can report to Dark Wings and Azure Star."

She still couldn't see them. They knew some form of magic to obscure themselves, they had to. "What do you want with my amethyst?"

"To keep you incorporeal. Now."

The air got a kind of chill in it. While Smoke could feel it, in a detached sense, she didn't pay it any mind. She was on Weylide Isle, in the castle's basement. It being chilly here was like making the observation of seeing clouds on a rainy day.

But it grew icy, and the temperature just kept dropping.

Smoke lost feeling in her tail, and one of her back legs.

In alarm, she looked back – and saw the smoke that made up her body start to solidify. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her panic rising further. She's never, ever, been in danger in this form before.

"Have you heard of something created in the human realm, aerogel? It's a kind of insulation that's extremely light." A figure, a silhouette, walked forward, out of the obscuring magic. "It's made of frozen smoke. While you might not actually be a Gemstone, it would be beneficial to get you out of the way for now, and keep you from becoming the next Amethyst."

The cold, while unpleasant, had always been oddly comforting due to Frost's familiarity to the element. It always made Smoke think of her sister.

It creeped up on her, freezing up to her neck before she knew it. This wasn't the kind of cold that reminded her of Frost, or even Shimmer. This kind of cold was deadly. It wasn't something she could fight. What I wouldn't do to have Cinder here. But she wouldn't want her daughter here, in this situation where her assailants clearly knew who she was and how best to subdue her. And though she could become incorporeal, too, that has a danger all on its own.

"You're going to be a very nice decoration and gift for a friend. But don't worry, you won't know a thing about it."

I hope they realize I'm missing when I don't report to Azure.

Smoke's head froze over.

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"A gift for the headmistress," Stormfront, the heir to the Weylide Isle ice dragon throne, announced to Seaglare, the crystal dragon responsible for running the Ziixi Academy. "I was told that it's of Brivia and Weylide craftsmanship. Those with fire element specialties and those with ice came together to manipulate the smoke into a beautiful black leopard shape – the necklace, here," he lifted up the beautiful and large amethyst that hung on a necklace made of dark metal, with a sheen of blue on it. It hung on the neck of the sculpture. "This has the enchantment to keep it frozen for as long as it's on here. If it comes off, the smoke will likely dissipate within five to ten minutes, so we would recommend keeping it on."

The sculpture had no defined edges, but the shape was unmistakably feline. It wasn't so detailed as to show the eyes, or show the creatures muscles.

"It's wonderful, Prince Stormfront," Seaglare said. "I will keep it by the mantle. Come, would you care for a meal and refreshments?"

"I was hoping that you'd ask," Stormfront said.

[theroundbartable]

Friendly reminder that the abortion laws are not about whether a baby lives or not. It's about who makes the decision if it does.

And if the decision is not made by the mother, it's made by people who don't have to live with the consequences of that decision.

The abortion law doesn't 'just' affect women who simply decided they don't want kids. They affect any pregnant person. Because it takes away the parent's choice and it takes away their safety net. If your baby dies in the eighth month, the abortion law will prevent that its removed before it's time. If you were raped, you will have to carry out the child of your aggressor. You're 11 and the father of your baby is your uncle? That's not the babies fault, is it? It's either you live or the baby's? Congratulations, the mother's life is not protected by the abortion law, the baby's is.

What do you think will happen if the safe option to abort a child are gone?

If you have a violent partner who's been abusing you and insists you don't have that child? You have to endure being kicked to miscarriage while doctors try to save your child? You have to drink poison, like they did in the middle ages? That's on you and you will be imprisoned for doing that. (Not to mention that aftercare after a miscarriage will be a grey area in the medical field then)

And what happens to the unwanted children? Foster care? Isn't that an already overwhelmed system? Aren't they being abandoned by the state at the state they are in?

You may think now: but the abortion law is more nuanced than that. Is it? Is it really, or does it 'just' make it harder for all these cases to be taken seriously? If a judge has to confirm your choice, how many months do you think that will take?

Look, I am all for, talk this through with a psychologist and a doctor first, but the choice should always be the biological parent who carries out the child!

If you're asking me 'when is a child a child, where do you draw the line, a phetus is still alive' I have a rather simple answer. If the baby is removed from the mother and can survive (with assistance) mostly on its own without shutting down, that's where I'd put the line. That's when it stops being part of the mother's literal body. Because that's where it stops needing the literal physical connection through venes and blood and hormones and stuff. But I will also say that I'm not a doctor and this is my personal opinion and of course this needs to be discussed. But this is a discussion for when abortion is legal.

People who tell you abortion needs to be illegal are people who think of this law as a mass child murder. And that's really not what it is.

In fact, most people whom they are raging against in front of the clinics are women who go there for medical care and family planning.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. Just a few examples I've read about or that I sometimes see in shows that try to educate you on this specific subject. You don't have to agree with all that I said. But think about it.

When right wing people ask you: 'would you, personally, really abort a child? A baby? A human life? You're killing it!' Be mindful that this question is ironic. Because in the end, they don't care about your opinion, they want to take away that same choice they are giving you, from everyone, including the people whose life depends on it.

(P.S.A. (to be transparent): I have not read the laws that actually concern anti abortion laws, so whatever nuance this has, I admit, I am unaware of it. And I'm struggling to imagine how a law like that could be anything but absolute. I took comments from people's 'opinions' I saw online and drew a logical conclusion there to show you what problems can arise from that alone.)

shout out to tim walz who essentially said “it’s none of my fucking business if a woman gets an abortion. but if they dont we’re making sure that kid is fed and housed and if they do we’re making sure they’re taken care of and surviving”

[studestael]

Hello, your Santa here <3

It is, especially now, since I only like two classes, both from cataloging and the rest is just UGH (ah, I see XD)

Oh God, once you see my blog you'll think I'm weird and obsessed - which I am, but you know. It's good to have a passion XD

Same here, spring/summer girl, but I also like autumn. The colors, especially where there's a bunch of trees are so good. I could stare at the trees for hours actually, such peacefulness. I like me some skirts instead, but I can totally relate to your hate to coats

It makes sense, indian music can be relaxing if you like it. I'm usually bothered by it, but if it's used right, it's very good. I'm not a big Harrison fan myself, but I do own the "Brainwashed" album and I love it, no skips on it!

As for others... I have a bit of a problem with John Lennon's solo career. He has good songs, very good ones, but it's somehow specific. I think his musical style changed on the White Album mostly and from there it went downhill for me. If it comes to Paul McCartney I say it all depends on the album. Because I can say that I really like his music but then there's "Tug of War" - literally, what happened on this album? - or Wing's "Venus and Mars" which I can't listen to, no matter how hard I try. So it all depends, but generally he has good music! And Ringo... I have only one problem with the "Sentimental Journey" album because music on it is not for me, but other than that? I would buy each album blindly. Guy took The Beatles' groove to his songs and carries it to this day. Band era made his music even better, I'm downright up for gathering all albums of his if I'm lucky!

What about your opinion about their solo careers?

Sincerely, your Santa <3

hi again! i had time to answer your ask this afternoon cause my day wasn't busy at all. i was at the association and supposed to work but i had absolutely nothing to do and everytime i asked my tutors if i could help for anything, they replied no thanks so i scrolled tumblr and twitter and played games. very productive day at work, i would have prefered to stay home but anyway :')

i'm not very fond of autumn to be honest, it's like the beginning of the end to me hahaha everything in nature starts to die, to sleep, to stop. and in my area it means RAIN all the freaking time. i'd love to appreciate the pretty orange colors of the trees but i can't help but think of the wet and brown autumn leaves lying on the concrete floor of the rainy and foggy city and just ugh not my thing! i prefer to think of the cool nights of summer where the sky is still not dark at 10pm and where you can only wear a t-shirt and you're not gonna be chilly :^)

we certainly seem to not agree today: i think i really liked tug of war and venus and mars :') i listened to those albums a while ago but i don't remember disliking them at all. i'm curious to know what you dislike so much about these two albums? i think my fav album by paul mccartney is wings at the speed of sound

as for john lennon, i don't like everything but i like the albums mind games and imagine

i'm gonna be honest with you and i hope you're not going to hate me for that but i've never listened to any ringo's album (though i do own two!!) but i've already listened to some songs ; i think he makes cute songs but musically it's not my fav!

and george harrison, as i told you, i'll have to say living in the material world of course which to me is an absolute banger (as youngers say nowadays)

good night to you, santa!

[its-captain-sir]

BATTALION BREAKDOWN

Alright y'all, here it is, my breakdown of what I think a GAR battalion SHOULD look like. Full disclaimer before we get into it: I tried to research this stuff on wookiepedia as best I could but 1. there wasn't a ton of information out there on some of the things I had questions about and 2. some of it just makes No Sense when you put it together, so a lot of these numbers were made up by me and what I thought made sense based on what we see in the show and just simple logic. Feel free to accept/ignore parts as you please! Also, I'm gonna try to explain the rationale behind certain things as I go along but if you have any questions about this, you can send an ask/reply/reblog this post with your question and I'll do my best to answer it :)

Now that all that's out of the way, here's all the actual info beneath the cut.

Basic Organization

Essentially, the GAR breaks down into four tiers at this level: battalions, companies, platoons, and squads.

Battalions are the largest groups with 576* members and are all numbered, such as the 501st, 212th, 104th, etc. The only exceptions to the numbering convention are the Rancor Battalion that guards Kamino and the Coruscant Guard. Personally I believe that both of these should be double, if not triple, the size of a regular battalion, which could potentially explain the difference in names. Battalions are led by a clone commander and Jedi general + a padawan commander if the Jedi has one. 4 companies make a battalion.

Companies consist of 144 members and are all named. Using the 501st for example, this would be Torrent, Tide, Wave, and Typhoon. Note: Torrent, Tide, and Wave are canon/widely accepted fanon, but Typhoon is something me and my friends came up with. You're welcome to use the name as the fourth 501st company in your wips if you want! The names don't have to be related, but my guess would be that they often are. Companies are led by a captain.** 4 platoons make a company.

Platoons consist of 36 members and are simply referred to as the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, or 4th platoon under their company. Platoons are led by a Lieutenant. 4 squads make a platoon.

Squads consist of 9 members and are named. I don't have names for any 501st squads unfortunately, which is why those spaces are left blank in the picture. As a content creator, you'd have a LOT of freedom when it comes to these because there's so many within a battalion and it seems like they can be named just about anything. Squads are led by a sergeant.

*Numbers for this and subsequent numbers in this section were taken directly from wookiepedia

**One problem people tend to have with this is that Rex is a captain, and yet he seems to be in command of all of the 501st. I think most people have figured this out already but the clone wars writers really just threw names around willy-nilly when it came to all the military stuff. Rex should by all intents and purposes be a commander, and my personal in-universe explanation for this is that while he was skilled enough to go through ARC/command track training, he wasn't originally meant to be a commander and his CT number is what barred him from the title initially. Keeli would be another example of this.

A few comparisons just to illustrate it a bit better:

1 battalion = 4 companies = 16 platoons = 64 squads = 576 members

1 company = 4 platoons = 16 squads = 144 members

1 platoon = 4 squads = 36 members

1 squad = 9 members

Please note that these numbers do not include the officers. There would be 64 sergeants, 16 lieutenants, 4 captains, and a commander added to this number to make a total of 661 clones in any given battalion.

Now I could have just stopped here but I have a tendency to want to get way too specific in my wips so I went a little further:

Internal Battalion Assignments

To make the numbers a bit easier, this just looks at what would be found in one company, you can do the extra math if you want to know the full battalion numbers.

I tried my best to remember what kind of specialized troops showed up in the show since wookiepedia wasn't much help, and I ended up breaking these assignments down into medics, heavy gunners, ARF and tank operators, scouts, tech specialists, and standard infantry.

Medics total 16* within a company, one for each squad. Within the medical corps, they're further broken down into junior medical officers (JMO), medical officers (MO), senior medical officers (SMO), and the chief medical officer of the battalion (CMO). Any internal promotions would probably come from the CMO, maybe a SMO on occasion. When pertaining to medical issues, they do often outrank any other officer, but in combat, JMOs and MOs only hold the rank of private (underneath sergeant) and SMOs and the CMO hold the rank of major (between sergeant and lieutenant).

Heavy gunners total 16 within a company, again one for each squad. These are the clones who have been trained to use the Z-6 rotary blaster, like Hardcase and Hevy.

ARFs and other tank operators total one platoons-worth spread throughout a company, or 36 members. ARF troopers are the ones who drive the AT-RTs (the really bouncy walkers you can see used on Ryloth and Umbara) and other tank operators encompass, well, the operators of all the other ground vehicles we see used. The ratio of each of these seems like it could be fluid based on the needs of the battalion and their mission, so I didn't go too much further into this.

Scouts total two squads-worth spread throughout a company, or 16 members. To me it makes sense that one of the lieutenants within their company would specifically deal with their recon reports, simply because it's more organized and practical.

Tech specialists total one squads-worth spread throughout a company, or 9 members. Honestly this is where I grouped anything else left over, like the bomb squad members we see in the blue shadow virus episode, any slicers, etc.

Standard infantry totals the remaining 49 members in a battalion. They're strictly the fighting force on the ground. This doesn't mean that they're the only ones who do the actual fighting, just that they aren't specifically trained for any other specialization.

*These numbers and the subsequent numbers in this section were not taken from any canon source. They were calculated simply by what I thought would make sense to have.

LAAT/is and Starfighters

Again, I tend to be way too specific in my wips so not only did I go through all of the ground fighting force, but I started figuring out the some of the space forces attached to a battalion as well. This doesn't go into a ton about the Republic Navy because frankly, as soon as I read "7400 crew members on a star destroyer" I exited out of that tab cause that's a little Too Much to try to figure out, but I will cover how I think the gunships and fighter squadrons should work.

LAAT/is (gunships) total 48 per battalion, or 12 per company. However, two per company are usually held in reserve to make sure there's always something available for easy transport to/from the ground. This brings down the number to 40 per battalion, or 10 per company. Gunships take two people to man, so the total number of those pilots for a battalion is 96, or 24 for a company. There's also room for two gunners, which would bring the battalion total to 192, but from what I remember in the show the side guns rarely have someone in them, so I don't think the full 96 LAAT/i gunner positions would be filled. I also think the LAAT/i gunners could be temporarily reassigned from the main star destroyer crew (because 7400 is a LOT, they can spare 96). Wookiepedia said that the gunships could hold 30 troops for transport, but that seems like it'd be really cramped quarters. My guess is that each one would hold somewhere between 14-17 comfortably depending on how many people need transport and how many gunships are in use, which is what I kept in mind to come up with the original number of 48 for a battalion.

The Starfighter Corps consist of 5 separate squadrons, the standard* being two squadrons of Y-wings, one squadron of V-19 Torrents, one squadron of Z-95 Headhunters, and one squadron of ARC-170s. There are 12 in a squadron, plus a squad leader and two usually in reserve, so that's 15 total ships in a squadron and 75 total ships overall. Y-wings require a pilot and a gunner, so the total number of members in a battalion's starfighter corps equals 105. However, I believe some battalions could have up to double** these numbers if they're frequently in space battles, like Anakin and the 501st, or if they have a name that suggests it, like the 327th Star Corps. Squadrons seem to often be named after colors, but that isn't always the case, ie. Shadow Squadron.

*This standard isn't canon, it's just what I believe makes sense based on the number of ships types available and how frequently they are seen used in the show. The Y-wing bombers seem to be used a bit more than the rest, which is why I think there would be two squadrons of them.

**While double the number of ships is certainly possible, I figure it's more common to have three more squadrons instead of the full five so there would be two squadrons of each type of ship.

~~~

That's all I got! Like I said earlier, use whatever you like, ignore the parts you don't, it doesn't really matter to me. This system is definitely what I'm going to follow in my wips if anyone is ever curious about what's going on with those.

Hopefully this is helpful to someone out there! And if you made it this far, thanks for reading! :)

[theonlyblackcanary]

I’ll Fly For You: 2

Cowritten with @axelwolf8109

@wrasslin-kpop-and-bullshit @icy-spicy @sidonssapphire @moxleyunstable @the-iridescent-phoenix

-23 Years Later-

Thranduil tightly gripped the back of the man he was currently having sex with. This was his life after he’d been casted out, selling pieces of his hair, and now selling himself. Most treated him awfully, but one..

Bard pushed his arm off as he continued. “Bard” Thranduil breathed. "Not now." Bard panted

Thranduil whined. Bard grunted as he finished, exhaustion taking over both of them.

Thranduil panted and Bard caressed his thigh. “You’re the only one who treats me like a person”

"Because you are a person." Thranduil turned away. Bard ran his hands over his back, specifically where his wings are cut off, Thranduil arching his back when he touched them.

"I imagine you looked more beautiful with your wings."

“I still feel them” Thranduil whispered. Bard hugged him from behind. “They’re becoming suspicious you don’t pay” “I’m not paying” Bard muttered.

"I know but I don't want you in trouble."

Bard gave a couple hundreds. Thranduil took them. “I went from a king to this” He wiped away tears.

"But only because some people are so disgusting and cruel, they'd rather destroy something different than adapt to liking it...Is there nothing else faes can do?”

"No sadly. No one will hire us and I lost my kingdom so I can't hardly do anything."

Bard braided his hair while the far silently cried

———-

Aragorn, a private investigator for Carnival Row’s PD looked around the town square. Humans sneering at faes and fauns, the faes and fauns simply trying to live. A blond fae was leaning against a wall reading

He watched the fae with the book with interest. “Critch” A military man spat at him

The fae did not react which made the man even more upset. “Is there a problem?” Aragorn assumed the fae’s father stepped in front of them. “No-no Haldir” The man stuttered

"Then be gone." The man scurried away and the fae turned to his son.

Aragorn walked over. “Haldir” He bowed respectfully. “Aragorn” Haldir smiled. “This is my ward Legolas” He said lowly, just so the three could hear.

He watched the younger fae. "Nice to meet you."

“Likewise” Legolas smiled warmly. "How goes the investigation?" Haldir asked.

“All we know so far is that this murderer is targeting faes who’ve resorted to selling their bodies. Cuts off their wings and leaves them to bleed out”

"I see. That's horrible. Any suspects in mind?”

“I have one. But I need to talk to a fae Bard keeps seeing” Haldir nodded. “Do you know their name?” “Just that Bard is smitten”

Haldir nodded. “Do you know where to find Bard?"

“The fae brothel”

———

“Who does this man usually see?” Aragorn held up a picture of Bard. “Thranduil” Another prostitute Meludr said. “He’s with a more...violent cilent right now, but you can talk to him right after” Aragorn nodded and followed the young fae.

As they waited they looked around. Some of the fae workers watched them cautiously. Aragorn noticed how most of the fae trembled in fear.

A police officer, Éomer exited Thranduil’s room. “For someone who hates faes so much” Aragron raised an eyebrow.

The man glared. "So what? They're not good for anything else."

He shoved his way past Aragorn, Meludir immediately tending to Thranduil. The fae put on a thin robe and stared dejectedly at Aragorn

"Not here to harm you just want to talk if that's alright."

Thranduil waved dismissively, Meludir leaving and closing the door. "Well start talking."

“Are you aware of the recent string of murders?” Thranduil gave an annoyed look. “The victims match your appearance. White blond hair, grey blue eyes”

"Don't know what that has to do with me. I'm not allowed to leave here. Should be more concerned for the two behind you."

Aragorn turned to see Haldir ordering Legolas out. “Thranduil” The fae breathed out. “Did you bring him here to mock me? Because he does not know his father is this?!” Thranduil shook in anger.

"I had no intention to mock you. It just happened when I met with Aragorn."

Thranduil scoffed. “Lies” Aragorn looked between them. “It’s been twenty three years Thranduil. Seven since the war. What happened to you?”

"What happened? Same thing that happened to nearly all of the fae since our downfall."

"I had no choice! The loss of my crown, kingdom and my wings there was not much else I could do. I couldn't find work.”

Haldir looked heartbroken. “I tried to find you and get back my son. But everyone turned away from my suffering! I had to sell what hair grew back just to eat!”

The young fae behind Haldir just watched, unsure what to do. "I couldn't find you either Thranduil. Those that did this to you wouldn't tell me what happened to you after you sent me away with him".

“Get out of my room!” Thranduil screamed. “This isn’t how he should meet his father Thranduil” Haldir said in a low voice that only he and the former faeking could hear.

"It would not be wise for him to keep seeing me like this. You should take him away." Thranduil looked away from the young fae.

“Let’s go ion-nin” Haldir led his ward out. Aragorn turned to Thranduil, the fae silently crying.

Aragorn passed him some tissues. "Here if you ever need help, call me." He handed him a card.

Thranduil ripped it up. “I. Don’t. Need. Help. No one bothered to help when I actually wanted it!”

"Had I been around I probably would have but I was in the war”

“Get out. Please” Aragorn was almost run over by Bard bursting in. Thranduil hugged him, Aragorn exiting with a lump in this throat.

[emmtropywrites]

My grandmother really loved souvenirs. Everywhere she travelled, she'd pick up some little trinket, a decoration for her small, midwestern cottage. She loved that house as well, which is why she had refused to move to a senior care center, saying she'd rather die than go somewhere that boring. So she did.

Upon her death, she had left me and my parents her souvenirs, and while my parents had sold many of them at their annual garage sale, I had insisted I keep the ones I remembered most. The hanging glass butterfly, the umbrella with the snake-head handle, the clay figurine of a person with wings and a sickle.

One Saturday, not long after her funeral, I was in the midst of caring for my houseplants. Most just needed their weekly soaking, but there was one that had started to yellow and spot. Odd, considering I hadn't changed its routine at all. So I decided it was time to check the roots. Sure enough, despite not having overwatered, I found the roots were starting to rot. Frustrated, I gave them a bath in a water-hydrogen peroxide mixture, and got the plant some fresh soil.

The next week, I noticed gnats had made a home in another of my plants, and would surely spread to all the others. Breaking out my trusty insecticide, I treated the soil of every plant, and wiped down all the leaves.

By the week after, the gnats had gotten worse, and now my succulents were starting to turn mushy, despite the care I took to drain their soil properly. I was thoroughly frustrated, so I asked my friend Ben to come over and see what he thought.

"Well you've really and truly got a problem here," was his first response upon seeing the state of my plants.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" I said. "I haven't changed anything I've been doing, and I haven't brought in any new plants."

"And you've treated their soil already?" He asked; I just nodded glumly.

He walked around the room, inspecting the plants, but then stopped at the little table where I kept trinkets of my own. I had added the clay figurine of the winged person to the assorted collection I had started, and when Ben saw it, he pointed to it and said, "Well that's funny, you've got a Limos statue here."

"A what?" I asked, replacing a full gnat trap with a fresh one.

"Limos, deity of starvation and famine and uh... Other bad stuff. They were like, Demeter's rival or something."

"And you know this how?" I asked, somewhat amused. I'd never known Ben to be the most academic-minded.

He rolled his eyes. "I took 'Death In The Ancient World' my junior year. Needed an elective. Anyways this looks like the picture they showed us of a Limos statue. Apparently you could get Limos to kill someone's crops, cursing them to endless starvation. Or something. Kinda coincidental that your houseplants are dying."

I considered this information. It was stupid, to think such a curse was real, but the problems had started when I had brought the figurine home. Thinking back to my grandmother, I remembered that the only part of her house that she didn't like was... The garden. It always seemed to fight her, with weeds choking anything she tried to plant.

I narrowed my eyes at the Limos figurine. Maybe I didn't need this specific souvenir...

~

The next day, I knocked on my landlord's office door. The office was on the first floor of my building, and I'd seen how many plants she liked to keep near the windows.

My landlord opened the door, and I plastered a smile on my face while saying, "Hey Sue, just wanted to stop by to give you this fun little plant decoration." I handed her the Limos figurine. "My grandmother got it while traveling, and I saw how many plants you have in your office, so I thought you might like it."

She thanked me, saying how small and cute it was, and then I was on my way, finally happy that I'd found a way to get revenge on her for raising my rent.

You unknowingly acquired an ancient artifact that carries a most horrible curse. Well, “most horrible” by ancient standards. By today’s standards it is a mild inconvenience at worst.