#Furnace Spouses

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

In light of recent events...

[Image Alt Text: Artwork of Ayara, Furnace Queen, and Urabrask from Magic the Gathering’s March of the Machine set]

Would you like a story about Ayara’s compleation that focuses on her?

Are you a fan of one rebellious lad?

Do you like fairy tales?

Would you like good things for both of them?

If any of those sound good to you, check out my story, Beauty and the Furnace Beast. All 5 chapters are up now and the story is compleat 😉

(Do not reblog this with bashing of the author of today’s story or authors of any official mtg story. That is not the intention of this post)

[thementalmonk]

Members of the Furnace Queen’s court often find themselves with bursts of creativity. Those younger courteirs, without the inclination to work a forge,  have instead taken to painting their faces as a means of self expresion. Romours abound that both Urabrask and Ayara enjoying seeing what odd colours and strange shapes these young phyrexians may dream of.

[perilegs]

ok i also have got to show off the multiplayer farm i have with a friend of mine, we're 2 mil away from the golden clock and so incredibly out of hardwood – note the unfinished fences lmao

our houses are nowhere near 1st priority as you can see

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

On the first day of Christmas

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Arlecchino and you celebrating Christmas.

Notes : Arlecchino x reader, Christmas fluff, domestic fluff, fluff, yeah lots of fluff, I published this on AO3 while I church, I had this idea only yesterday so sorry for any mistakes, will probably come back and edit later

Chapter 1 > Chapter 2 > Chapter 3

Take me to AO3

You wiped the window clean, looking at your reflection, before focusing your eyes upon the decorations outside, the shining ligths, the carriages that were driven.

You had expected nothing less from the country of snow and ice.

You sighed, turning your ring around your finger, a small red X was engraved on it. Your Husband had a matching one. Your husband who sneaked up on your side with a hand on your waist. You smiled, watching as your wolf hid in the crock of your neck.

"Hello there."

She muffled something into your neck.

"Yeah, probably, the children must be waiting for us."

She kissed it, before standing up straigth and watching the scene outside pass by.

"Looking at the ligths, love?"

"Of course, I simply can't help it." You shrug.

"Ever the sentimentalist. That's a weakness, you know?" She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, before moving towards the closet. You meanwhile were busy watching a set of coralers knock on the neighbors door, it did not take long untill their door was opened and a few coins landed inside a hat. Faint singing reached your ears, or maybe it was just imagination, like the dream like clouds that surrounded them. Like the green and red ribbons that were hanging everywhere.

"Well, you're the only one who knows it, so, unless you wish to use it against me."

"Perhabs I will." she held your coat out and you took the offer, slipping your arms inside it. You adjusted it a bit as Arlecchino buttoned it up and you helped her in turn.

"What a cruel husband you are~" you coed, but only earned a "Tch" and eyeroll from her side. She still needed to get used to your antics. Even after all those years.

Arlecchino led you down, towards the big wooden doors, to the decorative pine tree that stood rigth next to the door. You looked it up and down, it was lazy compared to the one in the orphanage that stood uprigth and proud with self made little Christmas tree balls and other ornaments. You stared upon one of them, a dull face greeted you as Arlecchino talked to one of the servants. You wouldn't be really home for the next day, only for sleep, and she'd be gone for the half of the third day. You leaned upon her shoulder, nitpicking some fluff from her coat. You barely noticed the click of the door opening, would gave ignored it completely if it wasn't for the fristy cold that hit your face.

"Can't we take a carriage?" You pouted, clinging onto her.

"It is faster when we walk."

You continued pouting.

"I will keep you warm." She promised and you already felt her warm hand through the thick of your coat. You melted onto her, resting in the warmth of her body.

"How lucky am I, to have my own personal furnace."

She chuckled. "Odd choice for a pet name, but I suppose it's better than just calling me an icicle."

You shrugged, listening to how horses and carriages made their way through the salted streets, listening to the far laughs of drunks, the smell of mulled whine.

"Can we make a small stop at the Christmas market?"

She grumbled.

"I just want to fill my pockets with sweets for the children."

"I don't know." She said, pushing you two to your rigth as muddy water was about to be sprayed onto you, but she took most of it. The driver stopped and decided to make a spectacel out of it. Arlecchino stared at him as if he was an insect, but waved him off. She continued your path, stopping in front of the market.

"I love you, you know that?"

She smiled at your small confession. "Of course, I love you too."

Her love for you was an open secret.

Oh look, oh everyone look,

The Knave has found her spouse,

And oh how much she loves them.

That's what they'd whisper.

You pecked her cheek, leading her into the Christmas market. She was frowning about it, but she had no choice but to follow you.

"I will admit, the cover is great, considering all the people, and we are most likely not the only important ones here." She started while you stopped at a stand, buying a few of the sweets and stuffing them carefully inside your pockets.

"Exactly." You took her arm back, having her lead you through the market, pulling you away from any distractions.

"Don't you think that hat would be great on Louis?"

"He already has a Christmas gift." she'd say and you'd sigh.

You sighed even louder when the two of you left the market and with it all of the eliciting smells and attractive prices. "The world is unfair."

"You act like a child sometimes." she commented, rubbing your side. You sighed again.

"Is that the only thing I will get from you for now?"

You shrugged.

"My impossible spouse." she'd mumble, but there was no real bite, no destain in her voice.

"Your impossible spouse." You agreed.

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The cold was replaced by a warm feeling that enveloped you, seeping into your bones, deep under the fur of your coat that you were taking off. The door clicked behind you and Arlechino pulled the sleeves of your arms, hanging it onto a clothing rack together with hers.

The big ligth wasn't on, instead there were candles scattered all over the place.

"Your courtesy?" You ask with a grin, interlocking your arms.

"No. I wouldn't create a firehazard."

You snickered, looking around, finding...no one. "It's so empty..."

"And silence." There was alert in your husband's voice as she dragged you to the huge door marking the living room, you meanwhile listened to hushed voices and stopped her, listening in closer, as it all fell silent, it made you grin.

"What is it?"

"It appears the children have a suprise for us."

She crocked a brow and your grin widened, which made her role her eyes to then push the large door open. You recognizes the Christmas tree touching the ceiling, the warm fairy ligths spun around it intricately, the cookie ornaments. It made your heart swell up. And then you saw the children's choir in front of the fireplace. You leaned upon your husband's shoulder, listening as they sung.

"Have they done this before?" You whispered, not being able to tear your eyes away from them, your ears away from their voices.

Arlecchino leaned down. "Once, a few years back, you were back in Fontaine, remember?"

You hummed, before nodding.

"I'm honestly impressed they were able to set it up withouth us noticing." She mumbled and you could her her knitted brows and pinched eyes. She was impressed, probably trying to figure out how they did it. Your eyes grazed over them, admiring untill they stood still like stone pillars, awaiting judgment. You looked at Arlecchino. "We are impressed, aren't we Arle?"

She nodded, her eyes lingering on you for a second before swooping towards the children. "Indeed we are."

They smiled, chattering, congratulating, or running towards you for a hug.

Arlecchino had it run its course before clapping her hands. Everyone's eyes were on her, she who was standing in front of the tree, the glow surrounding her, the image made you blush and tuck your hair back.

"Since you have already eaten, how about opening the presents?"

You saw the glimmer in their eyes, heared their cheers, before they huried towards the tree and stood in a line to get their handed by Arlecchino, or you. This would certainly be an evening.

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You sat on the sofa, food on your rigth and husband to your left with children playing before your feet, showing of their games, sorting through clothes, polishing new weapons.

"Are you sure that a new set of knives was a great idea for El?"

"Of course. She's quite handy with them and obviously happy."

You nodded, slowly, watching her sort through them with a content smile on her face. "You are rigth." Her hand stroked your waist and she kissed your cheek, you leaned into her. Everything went well, for today atleast.

"Now it's work Chrismas tommorow and then...only us."

You kissed her cheek. "I can't wait for it."

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hello!!! I’m so glad requests are open. I’ve been dying to request lol (bc you’re so good!) My request is how would the 141 + Alejandro and Rudy react if their spouse/husband/wife got cold on a date and wanted to be warmed up by their husband? I just think it’s adorable 🥺 imagining these hunky military men try and keep you warm omgggg

Ughhhhh I’m swooning 😭❤️

Sorry for disappearing! I’m dealing with a lot currently so updates will be spaced out a bit, I haven’t left I promise!

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He sees you trying to put on a brave face and he can’t help the affectionate sigh, you’ve got your hands rubbing up and down your arms and your shoulders are hunched forward, you’re not subtle, love

He stops walking long enough to shrug off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders

“Sweetheart, I’m fine.”

“Course you are, love, just a precaution.” he chuckled, he tucks you under his arm and he’s got you close to his chest

He’s feeling the chill as well, but not as much with you tucked against him, he loves the way you fit in his arms and you don’t miss him resting his head on top of yours, nor do you miss the feeling of his cheeks moving in a small smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

As soon as you guys step out of the restaurant and he sees you shiver because of the cold breeze, he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders

He stops in front of you to zip it up and rub your arms a little bit

“What about you?” You asked sweetly

“Don’t need it, I’ve got you to keep me warm.” He winks at you, you laugh and give him a light shove

“Besides, the car’s not that far anyway.”

“Aaaand there it is.”

John Price:

He brought one of your jackets with him just in case

He knew it was going to be colder by the time you finished your date, and despite your insistence that you’d be fine, he brought it anyway (he was just slick about it)

He kept it folded neatly in his own jacket and when you walked back outside and the cold night air made you shudder he chuckled

“You can thank me later.” He teased, he unzipped his jacket and unfurled yours that was tucked under his arm, he helped you put it on and he zipped it up for you

You sighed happily as you held his hand and leaned against him as you walked

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He does that thing where he tucks you tight against his chest, wraps his jacket around you, and zips it up

It was cute and really fun up until you two almost tripped

So he gave up and shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders with a pout

You rolled up the sleeves of his massive jacket just enough so your hands poked out and you took one of his and held it in one of the big pockets

“If we walk faster, we can get to the car and get the heater going sooner.” He shivered,

“Sounds like a plan.” You chuckled, feeling the cold creeping up your legs, “I’ll follow your lead.”

Alejandro Vargas:

He doesn’t let you leave the restaurant without putting his jacket on your shoulders first

You don’t even feel the chill because his jacket is so warm

You’re so lost in the scent of the leather jacket mixed with his cologne, it’s so warm because he’s a walking furnace

He chuckles when he sees you take a deep inhale of the collar, he tucks you under his arm and you two start making your way back home

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s such a gentleman, his jacket is already around your shoulders before you walk into the restaurant

He takes it back while you’re both eating, laughing and having a wonderful time and he’s wearing his jacket again

And when you’re heading back out, he stops you before you head back out the door and he wraps his jacket around you again, guiding your arms through the holes

He kisses the top of your head and then your lips before walking you both back outside, a warm hand on the small of your back before wrapping around your shoulders

[hasufin]

Sensorium

I guess it kinda gets old after a while.

It used to be funny. I'd have someone in to look at the furnace or the breaker box, show them down to the ground floor - not even the basement, the floor where I have my office and spend half my time, and they reach for their flashlight. To their eyes I live in darkness. It used to be funny, but now it's alienating.

I ask my spouse to top up the cat fountain, it's making that annoying buzz it does when it's low. They give me a quizzical look, because how could I know that, I'm on the other side of the house. But every single thing in this house makes a noise and I hear it all

Sometime in the next month or two, I'm going to be at the archaeology lab where I volunteer and have to explain that no, they cannot train me to use the UV cabinet to characterize glazes (different glazes fluoresce various colors under UV light. Supposedly.) because to me, UV light is just... light. I can't see the fluorescence without special goggles, because it's just a cabinet with a light bulb to me.

Can I track someone by their smell? Sometimes! I don't try, because you know, it would look pretty silly with a middle-aged guy putting his nose to the ground, but that really is where all the scents are.

I honestly think 90% of this is all stuff everyone can experience, they're just used to filtering it all out. I'm not sure if I'd like that, though. But would I accept losing half the world I live in, to be able to understand someone talking next to me in a crowd? To go to a concert without feeling like throwing up? To go outside during the day without pain? How much of the way I experience the world is linked to my identity?

[quitealotofsodapop]

Knowing Zu Baije he'd look at Ao Lie's pbvious favoritism and assume the guy has a crush on Wukong. To which both Wukong and Ao Lie give himself disgusted looks.

"Are you joking!? He's a carrying a pup! Thag clearly means he has someone else jn mind to help raise the baby." (Ao Lie knows and understands that it's asexual. He just also knows Wukong doesn't want that getting out)

"HEY! I have a mate, thank you very much! And he's a hell of a lot prettier than you!"

This is the first mention of Wukong having a significant other they get. Needless to say, they are very curious since all of them have heard legends and stories about Wukong or seen him in battle, but nothing to indicate he had a romantic partner. Quite the opposite, really.

And you know the dragon would loudly reinforced the fact that his and Wukong's friendship is pretty much fraternal. Ao Lie thinks Zhu Bajie is being gross - why wouldn't a dragon help out an expecting family member?

Ao Lie: "It's called *being a good person*. But you wouldn't know that, xiao-Zhu." Zhu Bajie: *ready to fist-fight a horse*

And of Wukong is embarassed by all the arguing "caused" by his condition.

He's also super sad that no one in the modern (ie Journey) era has heard of Macaque. The Six Eared Macaque, Great Sage Informing Wind? His right-hand warrior? His six-eared confidant? His equal on the battlefield? His moonlight? His plums?!

Wide-eyed, the two former-Celestials shake their heads in No. Honestly they're shocked that the dreaded, bloodthirsty Monkey King had a beloved spouse, as well as said spouse being his equal in battle.

Sha Wujing, awkwardly: "In the palace, there was rumours that you loved no one, or that you had a wife hidden away in your cave like some mountain troll. Sorry." Wukong, wistfully: "Really??? But.... me and Mac have been eachother's One and Only since long before I declared myself Great Sage. Why has history forgotten him?" Zhu Bajie: "I dunno. Maybe he died?" Wukong: *bursts out sobbing at the thought!!!* Ao Lie: "Dude! Uncool!" Tripitaka, moves to comfort Wukong: "Brother Pig! Don't be so crass!!" Zhu Bajie, unfazed: "Why? He probably did. He didn't get baked in the Furnace with the peaches, wine, and pills for 49 days. Odds are he isn't immortal." Wukong: "Shut up! Shut up!" *pulls out Staff and chases Bajie*

It was first of the many times Bajie would set off the hormonal, pregnant monkey.

[aerodaltonimperial]

So far in 2025, my spouse has:

Destroyed our instant pot by trying to make his own tofu from scratch,

Locked his keys in the car ten minutes before preschool pickup so I had to rush out of work and spend my lunch break getting the kid and driving her home then going BACK to work, and

Taken our furnace apart a little to clean out the rubber drain cord, which has now resulted in our furnace no longer working and our house being almost 60 degrees in the Midwest winter.

At what point do I get damages from this lol it's been like two fucking weeks 😭😭😭 WHY IS THIS HAPPENING everyone cross your fingers that my father can get the furnace working again because COME ON its gonna cost a fortune to get someone out here on the holiday weekend 😭😭😭

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

Preview of my current WIP, “Beauty and the Furnace Beast”

“In all my years, I have never seen the sky this way,” Ayara said, looking at the odd voids in the sky. 

She holds her veil in place as a strong gust of wind blew past her, disturbing the birds from the woods nearby. The flock took to the sky but in a formation resembling a circle with a line going through the center.

It was unnerving but Ayara could not help the shiver of anticipation at the unknown when the world had long felt like it had already divulged all its mysteries.

“There is no need to fear. Soon I shall return with the Cauldron of Eternity and we can vanquish whatever has upset the natural order,” Ayara’s newest spouse said, before kissing her hand.

Ayara had wedded and buried many of her spouses when they had failed to return from their quest. There were some she had even believed could be the one to finally succeed where others had failed.

Her newest husband did not inspire such confidence. He had managed through the trials and challenges she had set through brute force but that did not inspire hope he could retrieve a treasure as elusive as the Cauldron of Eternity.

Even so, there were traditions needed to be seen to.

With the customary fanfare, her husband said his goodbyes before climbing on to the back of one of her horses. 

“Do not worry, my queen, I shall return shortly,” he said confidently as he urged his horse forward.

Her husband only traveled a few meters down the road when the ground shook beneath her feet.

The voids in the sky ruptured as serrated roots dug into the earth. Ayara watched the nearest void as all manner of creatures followed, climbing down the roots. A host of creatures resembling winged humans with exposed bone and muscle flew towards her keep and Ayara sneered at the gall of the interlopers. 

“Prepare for an attack and assign a few of your men to get my people to the safety of my keep,” Ayara ordered and the captain of her guard nodded before carrying out her orders.

It was not the first time someone had attempted to invade Locthwain, it would not be the last.

Most of the winged creatures had flown in various directions away from her keep but her husband had ridden out towards the few that circled the area.

“Villains, come down and face me!”

“Fool,” Ayara hissed under her breath even as she ran out towards him.

This was not how this tradition was meant to go. The Cauldron was in the woods. All her previous spouses at least made it that far!

Her husband lobbed his spear at one of the flying creatures who swatted it away effortlessly. The creature looked to their other winged companions who flew away in the direction of the woods.

“Cowards!” Her husband yelled,drawing his sword. “I have married Ayara, First of Locthwain and I shall protect my kin-”

Faster than Ayara would have thought possible, the winged creature screeched as it plucked her husband from his horse that ran back towards her keep. The creature flew up with her husband into the sky as he screamed. The creature took a moment to study her husband who was now begging for his life, promising her birthright to the creature if he was let go.

The creature was as unimpressed as she was at the display. The creature dropped her husband unceremoniously before looking t down at her behind a featureless bone-white mask.

Normally she had a year and a day to prepare the customary funeral.

Ayara grabbed the sword that her deceased husband had dropped as she snarled at the creature.

“You have trespassed upon my Kingdom and interrupted our traditions!” Ayara said, seeing that archers were at the ready at the walls of her keep. “Leave or perish!”

The creature said something metallic and she held up the sword in response. Just because she didn’t enjoy sword fighting, didn’t mean she hadn’t lived long enough to have mastered it.

Unlike her deceased husband, she would not miss.

The winged creature descended towards her with its arms extended towards her. Ayara swung decisively severing one of the creatures arms as she moved back to put more space between her and her attacker.

The creature hissed something in their metallic tongue when it stopped, looking towards the woods. 

With a roar, another beast bounded in from the trees, leaping effortlessly onto the winged creature and forced them to the ground. The beast was covered in glimmering black plates that glowed with molten metal where plates connected to each other. He was living metal given life and had the strength of a dragon as his talons smashed the porcelain mask from the winged creature’s face

Ayara wouldn’t lie to herself that watching the beast tear off the wings of the trespasser with his mouth made her feel something she had thought she could no longer feel.

It was brutal and efficient, the way the beast tore apart his foe, leaving nothing but useless pieces. As the beast finished, he looked to her as he dropped what remained of the creature.

The beast studied her with an intelligence that she had lived long enough to recognize despite his form. Lowering her sword, she raised her chin as she addressed him.

“I’m Ayara, First of Locthwain. The other creature interrupted the festivities of my wedding so I thank you for your assistance.”

The beast tilted his head at that, sitting back on his back legs as he thumped his draconic tail.

“Urabrask, Praetor of the Quiet Furnace. I suppose you wish to know what is happening to your world.”

“Very much so,” Ayara said, signaling her archers to stand down.

So Urabrask explained that Eldraine and other “planes” were under attack by his people, Phyrexians. While Urabrask believed that the process to become Phyrexian should be freely chosen, the other Praetors held no such beliefs and sought to force everyone into their image and force those they changed into a “Flesh Singularity

“Others like this one will come,” Urabrask said, looking towards the shreds of the Phyrexian he had torn apart. “If you allow me to compleat you, you will be yourself but more.”

Ayara did her best to keep her expression neutral despite her curiosity in the offer. After living so long, she had felt that nothing else could surprise her but Urabrask had come into her life and told her that there were other worlds and beings beyond her comprehension.

Ayara couldn’t remember the last time she had been surprised before today.

Even so, she was a queen and needed to act as such. She did not know Urabrask well enough to trust him blindly.

“Words are simple and promises can be made without sincerity. I will need to see your actions to determine if I trust such an offer but I imagine you have other places to be during this invasion.”

Urabrask tapped his claw against the ground and she realized that he was carefully picking his words. Ayara had met countless people of “nobler” lineages who were far more careless with what they said and she found herself charmed by this Urabrask.

“We don’t have to part ways. My people do not have a stronghold on this world yet and we could set up nearby. If you ally with me, it could be beneficial to both our people. As other factions spread, so will the oil. It will poison the food and water your people need to survive. My faction already has experience in keeping such resources available untainted for the fleshling resistance.”

“My, such a generous offer. What would you expect in exchange?”

“In exchange?” Urabrask said, conveying his shock despite his featureless face.

“Agreements between rulers are meant to be beneficial to both sides. What does Urabrask, Praetor of the Quiet Furnace desire?”

“I wish to compleat you,” he said, quicker than she expected. “I want to show you the beauty of creation through fire and darksteel as you are remade. I want you to consider my offer.”

Ayara’s lips parted before she smiled.

“Then you must prove yourself as any of my suitors would but I will give you a different challenge. My last husband demonstrated that my current challenges are lacking in showing the breath of one’s full character. I accept the terms of our agreement but I will only accept your offer if you are able to woo me before the roses bloom in my garden. Do that and I shall become your queen.”

“I did not mean it in that sense-”

“Does marrying me upset you?”

“No… it is just not a concept Phyrexians born of the core practice.”

“Do we need to renegotiate our terms?”

“No, we have an agreement.”

[caelwynn]

Caelwynn's Mod List for Stardew 1.6.9+ - Gameplay/Quality of Life (pg 3)

Last Updated: 01/20/25

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Useable Community Center — allows you to make use of the appliances at the community center after its completion.

Activate Sprinklers — lets you activate sprinklers by right-clicking them.

Adjust Baby Chances — allows you to adjust the percentage chance your spouse(s) will ask for a baby.

Better Quarry Redux — improves the spawn rate of geodes, ore, and gems in the quarry.

Better Winter Star Gifts — reduces the number of 'dud' gifts at the Feast.

Farmers Market — turns the grange displays at the Stardew Valley Fair into a little farmers market.

Happy Home Designer — overhauls the catalogs and integrates Alternative Texture packs.

Heart Event Helper — shows how dialogue options impact friendship.

It's My Farm I'll Pass Out If I Want To — if you pass out on your farm, you no longer get hauled off to Harvey's. Allows you to configure consequences for passing out at home.

Last Day to Plant — puts up a little message on the last day you can plant something and still be able to harvest it.

Marnie's Auto-Petters — allows you to purchase auto-petters from Marnie.

Mobile Phone Continued — adds in a mobile phone that allows you to call NPCs/allow them to call you. Also lets you re-watch previous heart events.

Mobile Arcade Continued — adds the arcade games Prairie King and Junimo Kart to your phone.

Mobile Phone Themes — adds different background and one skin for your phone.

Mobile Television Continued — allows you to watch today's tv from your phone.

Precise Furniture — lets you adjust furniture pixel by pixel.

Reset Terrain Features — useful for if you add in a new map mid-save.

Smart Building — a more sims-style UI for placing fences, floors, furnaces, etc.

Stack Everything Redux — allows you to stack things that aren't normally stackable, such as furniture, tackles, and wallpaper.

The Return of Immersive Scarecrows — allows you to place scarecrows in and amongst your crops without taking up a tile.

The Return of Immersive Sprinklers — same as above, just with sprinklers.

Tree Spread — prevents trees from spreading on your farm.

World Maps Everywhere — allows you to access all of the world maps from the map window instead of just the current area.

CJB Item Spawner — allows you to spawn any item in the game. Useful for cheating for respawning an item that bugged.

Event Music Volume — allows you to set different volume levels for the music between heart events and regular gameplay. Never again miss out on hearing a concert cutscene because you had turned the music down for your own soundtrack.

Log Menu — Allows you to bring up a log of the last 50 lines of dialogue, useful for when you accidentally click through.

Public Access TV — Adds several channels to the television with useful info provided by local NPCs about conditions around the valley that day.

Jump Over — Allows you to jump over things, like fences.

Yet Another (Balanced) Quality Goods Mod — Artisan goods from machines keep the quality of the input item, but profit is reduced (configurable) to balance out the increase in profit. Comes with optional large versions of cheese, goat cheese, and mayonnaise.

Zoom Level — Adds new keybindings to adjust the zoom level past the game limits. Useful for snapping screenshots.

No Clip Mode — Unsure how this wasn't on the list previously. Allows you to walk through anything, including map boundaries. Very useful when you have a ton of mods and have the occasional conflict.

Abilities — Experience Bars 1.6 — Adds additional information to the experience bars, such as how much XP you have and how much you need. Also makes it easier to show such information for mod-added skills.

Archaeology Skill — Adds a new skill tree based around digging artifact spots and panning mechanics as well as a couple of new machines, new food, and a way of displaying artifacts.

Better Truffles — Adds the capability for pigs to dig for truffles in tall grass and provide a bubble to show that the truffles are there.

Bigger Fridges — Increases the size of the fridge from 36 slots to 70.

Build and Place Anything Anywhere — Lets you build, farm, or place furniture / objects anywhere.

Cornucopia - Artisan Machines — Similar to PPJA Artisan Valley, this adds ten new artisan machines, over eight new goods, four new special orders, and vanilla-style balance.

Custom Wedding Ceremony — Adds seven different wedding locations, more decorations, changes Lewis's speech, and other delightful small details.

Display Monster Health — Adds an indicator of monsters' health.

Forager's Nooks and Crannies — Adds new maps to the valley that unlock as you upgrade your foraging skill and/or befriends certain NPCs.

The Geology Mod (Update 1.6) — Adds new nods, minerals, and weapons to the game.

Harvest Seeds - Continued — Gives a configurable chance for crops to drop seeds when harvesting.

HxW Mixology 101 — Adds over fifty new recipes and crafting items focused on craft cocktails, mocktails and mixology.

Livestock Bazaar — Displays animals for sale at Marnie (including modded animals) in a grid and allows you to choose which skin it has, as opposed to the game randomly assigning one.

Lost Book Menu — Adds a menu to the library that shows you all of the lost books you've restored to more easily find what you want to read.

Lumisteria Progress Toward Perfection — Receive letters and gifts (with bits of added lore) as you progress towards perfection.

Mailbox Menu Continued — Replaces the mailbox's click-to-open-next mechanic with a fully-functional mailbox menu that shows new mail and old mail with titles and customizable envelope icons.

More Books — Adds sixteen new books and powers.

More Lively Farm Cave — Makes the vanilla FarmCave map more fancy with extra space, tweaks and additions.

Pet Overhaul — Adds new pets that can be purchased, including foxes, ferrets, hedgehogs, mini pigs, fennec foxes, capybaras, red pandas, bears, bearded dragons, and geckos.

PIF - Personal Rooms — A framework that allows the addition of PIFs, rooms that are reached via a purchasable door warp. Allows for the addition of rooms/space beyond what's provided on the map.

Remapping - Minimap Project — Adds structures from installed mods to the mini-map to more accurately reflect the lay of the land.

Romantic Revenue — Spouses contribute a portion of their income to the general fund via either dialogue or mail. Configurable.

Saloon Second Floor — Adds a second floor to the Stardrop Saloon that provides modders with a place for their NPCs to live.

Saloon Speakeasy Space — Provides a basement area for NPCs to hang out in. Three different sized spaces to choose from, plus a quest you can enable to have a special order required to unlock it.

Spacecore Luck Skill — Adds a luck skill via Spacecore instead of trying to unlock the unimplemented luck skill in vanilla.

Special Power Utilities — Allows modders and mod users to easily see what new powers are added by what mods and navigate through them away from the vanilla powers.

Spouses React to Player 'Death' Continuation — Modifies 'death' event at Hospital, Mines, or Island to include your Spouse (or Ex). Compatible with 1.6+.

Stardew Aquarium — So excited this updated! Adds an aquarium you can donate fish to and get special rewards.

Train Station — Creates a train network and allows mods to add maps reachable through the train station.

Traveling Skill — Adds a skill, Traveling, that allows the player to unlock faster walking speeds via, well, walking around.

Vanilla Plus Professions — Expands the vanilla skill system by adding additional professions at level 15 as well as adding in a who knew talent system.

Wildflour's Atelier Goods — An all in one artisan good expansion mod. Add as many or as few categories as you like to run the atelier (shop) of your dreams. Highly configurable.

The Masterpost for all of the mods is located here.

[betterbooktitles]

Guillermo del Toro owns a second home that only has his stuff in it. Though the 59-year-old filmmaker is married with children, he keeps an entire second house to himself and fills it with frightening sculptures, inspiring pieces of art, toys, books, and movies, all of it his own curation. There are no kid’s drawings on the fridge, no side tables picked out by his spouse. It’s his personal playroom. He does most of the upkeep himself after a housecleaner broke the finger off one of his statues. He refers to it as a “man cave” or the “Bleak House” and often spends time alone writing there. Del Toro claims his wife likes it and has always supported his childhood dream house. She also prefers that his horrifying decorations don’t impede the aesthetic taste of the home they share as a family.

Having an entire home as a creative man cave that I am entirely in charge of would sound perfect to me if it weren’t for the fact that owning one home has become a nightmare even the best horror director could not fully capture on film.

I know I am lucky. The stats on Millennials owning their own homes are (if you will) bleak. But whatever I thought was irritating me in the city wasn’t nearly as bad as the physical and mental work required to live in a house. It drains bank accounts and my will to do more than one thing per day. When I was young and lived in New York, I scheduled my days like a CEO or politician: meetings, lunches, podcasts, and stand-up shows all crammed together to the minute as if I could teleport between venues. Now, if Wednesday morning includes a Home Depot run and a painting project, realistically, I’m not doing anything after that until Saturday. The laundry list of what needs to be fixed or maintained in the house grows every day. In the winter, there are rooms I simply don’t use because of a draft I can’t fix. In the summers, the yard becomes something we have to actively fight against lest new trees and mushrooms and 6-foot tall weeds that resemble stalks of asparagus take over everything. The current issue is a dead tree blocking a path to the backyard because wisteria vines are pulling it to the ground. It’s the fastest I’ve ever seen a plant move outside of Evil Dead.

Though we struggle to keep up with our checklists, my wife and I have ambitions for the house outside of general maintenance. We’d like a bigger kitchen, a functional garden, and a fence that looks like a stiff breeze wouldn’t knock it over. The house is fine without these physical flourishes, but the fantasy is always there, nagging whispers in the brain of how nice it could be given unlimited time and resources. That nagging gets into my head about a whole house devoted to my creative dreams.

When I fantasize about what I’d like most if money and time were no object, I find myself thinking about a home theater. Unfortunately, money is an object, and the “fun budget” was consumed by the “necessities budget” a year ago. We already replaced the furnace and AC, dug up tiles in the den, painted nearly every room, replaced doors, one of which was rotting the wood at the edges because it hadn’t been replaced since 1986, the year I was born. Still, the list grows. A dedicated line to the kitchen needs to be added by an electrician so the fuse doesn’t blow whenever I use the toaster and the electric kettle at the same time. The fence and what it nominally protects behind the house needs to be reworked before bunnies consume everything that isn’t a weed. The ancient carpeting needs to be ripped up, bathrooms need to be redone by professionals so my body can actually fit comfortably inside one. Walls need to come down to make living spaces seem less like hallways, and the bay window on the second floor that appears to be melting toward the ground needs to be addressed by a professional architect before the wind rips it off the bedroom wall like a giant scab. After all of that is finished, I’d still need to move into a newer, much bigger house if I want to have a home theater. 

Where did the yearning for a private theater come from? Unlike Del Toro’s childhood fantasy of having a house all his own, my wish for this extravagance came much later. I was 30, and I remember exactly how the seed was planted: Zillow. I spent hours on the site, letting the mortgage/insurance calculator tell me what I could afford for the same amount I paid in rent in Brooklyn. On my phone’s screen, I saw a $400,000 mansion in my wife’s hometown outside of Pittsburgh that was the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. It had high wood ceilings and multiple fireplaces to make the whole giant house feel like a cabin. I had 8 bedrooms and a home theater. Imagine, I thought, how good a movie must be in a theater in your own home. Imagine the parties with friends. Imagine movie nights where you force your kids to watch Back to the Future for the first time in a close approximation to the space where you saw it. Playing an old cartoon and a few YouTube’d trailers from the 80s. A little popcorn machine in the corner. Speakers that are way too loud. The dream.

I’ve realized recently, however, how silly the longing for a home theater is for me specifically. I don’t like watching sports at home. I need the atmosphere of screaming people either in the arena itself or in a bar. I need the game to be live. I need to be out among strangers or friends. I feel the same way about movies. I need other people with me, laughing, crying, gasping, clapping. 

Read the rest here.

[szilverer]

so, after a timely realization post-hallowmas,

reisz has officially joined the great hellbound railway's board! 🥳

...although. they did not think they'd be put in a position of power when they decided to invest contributing money from the sidelines. what do you mean reisz is on equal grounds with all these important people.? was it really that much money???

liveblog rambling about latest developments under the cut lol

wait, but the last i've updated of them they were still slowly dipping their toes into seeking and peckish enough to eat an entire clown car's worth of people! well, to sum it up, every addict has a wake-up call moment and reisz' came after the unexpectedly disturbing nightmare that left a little gift on their skin. reisz was not pleased by this in the slightest, but it's not like they immediately recognized it for what it was. they wanted to believe it was just a particular dream phenomenon, yeah, surely they'd be able to sneak away from it in parabola as always.

(this was when i realized the surprise benefit that was marrying them to edward-- i can use him as a plot device LMFAO. aight eddie i bet ya dont wanna become a widow while that moonmilk is still lingering so your job now is infodumping your clueless spouse every now and then. hence: )

after a little kidnapping, a frenzied feast of rubbery lumps and a bit of denial, reisz gets so goddamn pissed at the prospect of forever staining all their shirts (and their ivory gowl!!!) with blood that they quit seeking outright.

SIGHS.

so. that was that.

alas, after stitching themself up, reisz took up on an old invitation to concord square where some ppl (for some reason??) wanted to handle them the Jack case. considering reisz had already freed london of a menace of a man, sure, let's do it again.

it was there that they came across an invitation to the railway venture. once again, barely reading the details, they went headfirst into it. scrip? ya want scrip? i can get scrip stat. no idk what scrip is but i got it by accident when i sold some lab reports. hahaha yes im joking of course! of course.

reisz sacrifices 3 of their headless skeleton friends to the bone market the very next day (these being their first skelly dealings in that market ever...) and heads to the board. there were faces both old and new.

HAL - acquaintances, hadnt seen him in a while but had good times drinking before. fun company. alright.

The Efficient Commissioner - never seen before. (me, player: HIIIII HELLO FINALLYYYYYYY)

the board has reisz recommend choose a third member (why.) they only heard of Jenny way back in the waswood, and the last time they saw Feducci they had hacked him to pieces after a shared gaze of profound understanding that reisz didnt wanna think about, so... Jovial Contrarian my lad. come on over! we always chat at parties anyway!

reisz was immediately forced to go excavating to pay a bribe. off to a great start there. then the deviless reisz duped months ago invited herself over to the board and they sincerely hoped she had forgotten all that stuff about the stones.

finally, the church meddles in, and they have to choose between... a bishop they never heard about and the dean of xenotheology. they chose the dean solely bc she reminded them of Dr. Vaughan. (no, the bishop that edward kidnapped was never an option. he's one of the handful of people that know about the whole marriage thing so no way.)

this entire thing had barely started and it had already begun to give them a headache. reisz goes to sleep tired as all hell and is woken up at an equally unholy hour:

(cue me screaming bc i FINALLY get to meet this absolute celebrity. furnace the woman that you are. shes SUCH an interesting character right off the bat.)

reisz is not even close to being a political person -- they've been a red player through and through -- so they didnt particularly like the idea of being the bridge between the board and the union. it was to their relief that this furnace person seemed quite level-headed and someone they could personally get along. some good news, at least? (i am also very 👀 at the possibility of reisz actually giving a damn about a political faction in the future. lets see!)

now all the bureaucracy was out of the way, and the GHR can finally start laying the actual track! surely the other members are gonna make the arrangements soon, right?

...right...?

[gloomyclauds]

I changed my Meadowlands Farm plan, and hopefully this time, it's final 😅 You can see how the old plan looked like here.

Here's the thing about planning: You can make the prettiest farm, and everything might look right, but it's only after you play in it that you actually see if things are working right. I can't have something that just looks good in my eyes, it needs to be functional, otherwise I just stop playing. Then again, I haven't done this in my actual save, so there could still be some things that still need to be changed for the sake of my sanity, but let's hope this is it.

Keep reading for my explanation of the changes, and the mod list ⬇️

I encountered 5 main problems with my original design:

Furnaces (too far away from crafting area);

Tree Farm with hidden mushroom logs (too many different trees close to each other, means worse mushroom outcomes);

Junimo Area (cute but useless);

Artisan Machines outside (it's more practical to have them inside, next to the Deluxe Grabber);

Bee Houses are better at Ginger Island.

ALSO, I completely forgot about the desert obelisk. So yeah, the first plan had a lot of issues...

The mod list as changed as well. It's a lot longer now (literally), I wanted to make the text "Indented" (make the space between each paragraph smaller), but tumblr wouldn't let me 😩

Vibrant Pastoral Recolor + 1.6 Fix

Clover Grass

Elle's Cuter Barn Animals

Elle's Cuter Cats

Elle's Cuter Coop Animals

Elle's Cuter Horses

Elle's Seasonal Buildings

Elle's Town Buildings

Pet Bowl Recolor

Seasonal Tub o Flowers

Simple Foliage

Simple Resources

Cozy Hut House

Better Water

Terracotta Garden Pots

DaisyNiko's Earthy Interface

Turn Sprinklers Into Mushrooms

Gwen's Paths (Crystal Floor and Path disabled)

Vanilla Tweaks (all editions)

Content Patcher

1oxnes and Talkohlooeys' Seasonal Portraits

Ran's Prettier Witch

Seasonal Cute Characters

Better Signs

Dynamic Reflections

Spouses React To Death

Better Critters

Custom Critters

Cranber's Fireflies

Fall 28 Snow Day

Generic Mod Config Menu + Earthy Recolor

Portraiture

UI Info Suite 2

Vintage Reshade Vibrant Preset (not used in this post)

To make this plan:

CJB Cheats Menu CJB Item Spawner Instant Buildings From Farm Tractor Mod

[pom-seedss]

I am always terrified when I see an elderly person, who can barely stand swaying in the breeze, get behind the wheel of a modern pick up truck.

Like I watched this old man who couldn't even get in to the truck on his own get helped by a stranger into the vehicle and he just drove away in his 5,000-8,000 metal monstrosity.

And while I think no one should handle a machine that big without a more intense license I wasn't sure if this old man was even fit to drive a smaller car let alone one of these modern death machines.

But without a personal vehicle, I'm almost certain this guy wouldn't have been able to get around town at all. Because he was so shakey, because the bus schedules suck so bad, because they are often over crowded, because they take long circuitous routes. And no one deserves to be alienated and isolated just because they aren't able to navigate public transit (as it is now).

So I get people railing against the loss of independence that comes with removing personal vehicles from their lives. I get why the elderly even when they know they are impaired drivers will fight tooth and nail to keep their licenses, especially if they hadn't been disabled before they became elderly so have to deal with that change in status and ability. Like I emotionally understand where it comes from.

I still hate it when I come across scenes like that, because I know how dangerous it is to drive when you are not in fact able to do so (hi, it me, I was forced to drive long after it became unsafe for me to do so until I put my fucking foot down about it and decided to only drive in absolute emergencies). But I used to like, hate the individual drivers and I just can't anymore. Because it's a symptom of our car culture and our failures as a society to take care of each other.

It's a symptom of the wider problem of public transit being inadequate and often inaccessible. It is a symptom of our wider ableist society that says we all need to do things on our own instead of getting help from one another when we need it. It's a symptom of underfunding social services.

As far as powering public transport itself... which would still be an issue...I don't know the technical specifics well enough to figure out which of our current options is more energy efficient overall from minerals in the ground to rolling on the roads to be honest (though, both don't offer the long term solutions we need and they come at a real human and environmental cost of extraction)... but I will say that it doesn't matter how energy efficient we get if we just offset it with producing more and building things that need more energy to run, such as larger heavier cars that require more power even if the engine is more energy efficient.

It's so frustrating to me that people see electric automobiles as a green technology. They are anything but.

[saunne]

You know what babe? M gon ask u about yingheng now cause they 💯💯 need the spotlight as well and i WANT the world to know how crazy u are about them. Go fuck shit up dear spouse

*looks at inbox* *looks at ask* *looks at date*

WELL GUESS WHO FORGOR TO ANSWER. I did the XingRen one here but I guess ADHDon't then got in the way and since I open my inbox like, once every three month I just. Forgor. We're kinning Acheron in this house baby.

So. Heart is big cause So Many Thoughts but I think indicating that it could have taken off like a rocket from the top right corner towards distant horizons was also a possibility.

So, YingHeng. YingHeng as "HCQ Era Furnace Master Yingxing" and "Dan Heng of the Astral Express" (and for once it's fixated dynamic). It is a rareship and even more, it is a crackship cause there is absolutely no way for them to ever fucking meet in canon.

Doesn't mean I won't try tho.

(Long babbling under the cut)

It doesn't make any sense because they do not belong to the same timeline at all (700 years apart more or less) and because the only way for them to meet (and do more than that) would actually break the space-time continuum OR involve some really strange and fucked up revival/reincarnation with the existing possibility of destroying/replacing Blade in the worst case scenario process.

BUT AEONS IT DOES COMPEL ME SO MUCH and you would know cause I shoved at least 4 WIPs about them right in your face lmao.

I like this ship because it compels me and scratches a itch in a way that classic RenHeng never really managed to do except for certain fics.

I will admit that I sometimes have troubles with the RenHeng ship and the way their dynamic can be/is portrayed despite loving the ship. RenHeng has a common past involving Yingxing and Dan Feng their past-self/incarnations (whether one agrees or not with the theory/system of thought that DH = DF for that matter) and their ship is based on acceptance/rejection/reflection around this common past, the idea of responsibility and above all an idea of healing of trauma (for BOTH OF THEM).

The main thing is that RenHeng often involves violence (canonical and/or added one) and more or less toxic relationship tropes that I don't always have the desire or energy to deal with, even if the writing of the fic is of exceptional quality (I have a lot of RenHeng fics like that in the waiting list fir when I'm in the mood for it tho) . Sometimes I just want something that's still as emotionally charged but a lot simpler and that's where YingHeng came in.

The biggest problem for YingHeng is to "bring" Yingxing back into the picture and there are several solutions for that :

time travel (him coming or Dan Heng going)

dimensional travel (Curios are very practical for this kind of stupid plot)

Yingxing's memory having survived in one way or another (in an object, in Dan Heng's memories inherited from Dan Feng, sealed outside or inside of Blade)

Alternate Universe (it's easier to make him appear in a modern AU settings than in sorta-canon HSR settings lmao)

I like the third option the best, because it allows me to be able to keep Blade in the picture if I want (whether to do a YingHengRen or just an opposition/comparison study between Yingxing and Blade) or not ( by "killing" Blade by retransforming him/rewinding him back to Yingxing).

My two mains thoughts paths about YingHeng are “longing for something you never had” and “mourning for something you never thought you would have to mourn”.

"Longing for something you never had" is mostly Dan Heng centered. I like to start from the idea that Dan Feng's surviving memories can be a curse because they blur the separation line between their respective identities, but that it can also be a blessing. I like the idea that fuzzy and imprecise surviving memories of XingYue's passionate love could have been one of Dan Heng's greatest comforts during his imprisonment in the Shackling Prison. I like the idea that Dan Heng fell in love with the idea of Yingxing or at least fell in love with the idea of Love and Being Loved because of these memories of Yingxing.

All of this while being intimately aware that they were never intended for him.

I like the idea of Dan Heng longing for something that doesn't belong to him. Of being unable to let go of this feeling of "wanting/desiring/missing" Yingxing's love he felt in Dan Feng's memories despite wanting to separate as much as possible from Dan Feng and the burden of his unintended inheritance. Which can lead to a feeling of shame/embarrassment due to being sorta "voyeuristic" and yet attracted to it. Or on the contrary, a sort of defiance with a "these memories have been imposed on me against my consent so I don't have to feel guilty about anything, let alone my feelings about them".

For Yingxing, it was the idea of how he would deal with grief that interested me. Firstly the mourning of his life/friends (and what they became) if it's a time/dimensional travel scenario. Secondly, if his memory is forced back into Blade's body or stuffed in a newly created body to "re-alive him", the mourning of his past death and having to continue / start living again (whether or not he is immortal after said resurrection). If Blade remains alive it adds yet another level of mourning/philosophical reflection on identity, on what makes someone unique and all the tropes around "what would you ask/would say to your past/future self if given the opportunity". I like the idea of exploring the grievance of the one who died/should have died first ending up mourning the one who should have lived/who was supposed to live.

I like the idea of how Yingxing and Blade might treat differently the whole "is Dan Heng = Dan Feng ?" and "does Dan Heng has to pay for Dan Feng's mistakes/errors/crimes ?". I like the idea of Yingxing being "excuse me I was married to/in love with Dan Feng and I can tell you that Dan Heng is definitely not him" compared to Jingliu and Blade's "Dan Heng is Dan Feng" motto. I like the idea of exploring the theme of the difference between Dan Heng and Dan Feng through Yingxing's eyes rather than Blade's.

I like the idea of Yingxing bringing emotional and identity stability to Dan Heng by falling in love with Dan Heng not for his similarities with Dan Feng but for his differences with him. Because Dan Feng was irreplaceable and nothing could take his place in Yingxing's heart, especially not what would appear as a poor copy of his former lover. I want Dan Heng to feel comfortable asking Yingxing about Dan Feng, because Yingxing never compared them as a before/after or past/present but always kept talking about Dan Feng as if he was Dan Heng's deceased brother or distant relative.

Also, I'm sorry but I find Yingxing more aesthetically pleasing to the eyes than Blade, even more when you put him in the Artisanship Commission uniform and next to short-haired no Vidyadhara features 4-Stars Dan Heng. Also, Yingxing should have wrinkles like crow feets and smile lines. And not completely white hair, but more like a salt and pepper hair with mostly grey/white hair but some surviving black hair.

I think they should hold hands and cuddle in the Archives Room while Dan Heng updates Yingxing on what happened while he was dead and asks him about crafting and Zhuming to add to the Express Database.

*gestures* I'm nowhere near the term "sanity" when it comes to them.

[crazed-tales]

Toriel

In the shadows of Layer One, monsters speak her name in trembling whispers, the Doll Witch. Once a beloved queen, Toriel has decayed into something far more sinister, a living nightmare stitched together by madness and grief. Exiled and betrayed, her heart has festered into an unholy hunger for innocence. She waits with clawed patience for human children to stumble into her web of despair, and stumble they do. The catacombs echo with the muffled giggles of dolls, her loyal sentinels, who carry the souls of the childrenshe stole away now forced to roam the tunnels as her many eyes. Her right to motherhood was torn from her, and though her form has twisted into something grotesque, she still longs, desperately, violently, for the warmth of a child’s embrace. Yet, beneath that longing, a smoldering hatred for adults burns like a furnace.

Appearance: Once a symbol of beauty and hope, Toriel’s transformation into the Doll Witch is a grotesque tragedy carved into her flesh. Her body, once divine, is now a malformed amalgamation of plush fabric and porcelain, a cruel parody of what she once was. Her face is a cracked porcelain mask, with eerie, blood-red spirals curling along her cheeks like a twisted child’s toy. Through the fractures in the mask, a faint glow of ember-like rage pulses with every breath. Her horns, once regal, now twist and split like gnarled branches, piercing the air with their jagged reach. Her back has hunched over time, a burden of sorrow that forces her into a perpetual stoop. Her attire is a chaotic patchwork of frayed rags and torn fabrics, sewn together with crude, angry stitches. Needles, spools of thread, and rusted trinkets of forgotten childhoods hang from a belt at her waist, clinking softly as she moves. But most disturbing of all are the scissors strapped to her back massive, rusted blades glinting with a cruel edge. They’re not just tools, but instruments of her twisted craft, ready to snip away innocence with a single closing snap. She walks with the hollow shuffle of a forgotten marionette, the air around her carrying the faint scent of burnt cloth and regret. The old goat has become more monster than memory.

Personality: Toriel’s demeanor is a quilt of contradictions, soft spoken menace, maternal warmth wrapped in barbed wire. On the surface, she is a nurturing figure, her voice a gentle whisper that invites trust, her cracked hands offering to guide lost souls home. She longs to bake with them, to tuck them into beds sewn from nightmares, to whisper lullabies that scrape at the edges of sanity. But beneath this thin layer of care lies a fractured mind, spiraling into fury and despair. When provoked, her simmering anger erupts into infernal wrath, fire spilling from the splintered cracks of her porcelain face. Her kindness to children is a perverse devotion; she traps their souls within hand-stitched effigies, freezing their innocence in stiff cotton and thread so they may never grow, never change, never leave. Her hatred for adults is absolute, a burning loathing that fuels her every act. To her, adults are the corrupted, the ones who let innocence decay. They deserve no mercy, only fire, until their very existence is reduced to charred memories. Yet in moments of solitude, her shoulders slump beneath the weight of endless fatigue. Her soul aches for a rest she can never claim. She fills her time making scrapbooks of forgotten lives and knitting dolls of stolen souls, small hobbies that do little to mend her shattered psyche. So... yay?

The Story:  Once, Toriel stood beside the All-Father as Queen of the Underworld, a figure of compassion and quiet strength. But that was before the fall. Giving birth to her Child, Asriel, the King saw a new heir to the throne however in Toriel's eyes they saw a fragile spark of innocence whose soul was destined to be tarnished by the wicked ways of the king. Toriel defied her spouse, refusing to let the child's life be tainted. Her rebellion was met with ruthless justice, she was cast into exile, her newborn child torn from her arms. That loss was a blade to her heart, and from that wound, madness blossomed. In the cold isolation of the catacombs, she unraveled, her mind twisting into dark shapes, her body following suit. She began to craft dolls from the shadows, filling them with the souls of children who stumbled into her domain, desperately trying to fill the void of motherhood left by her betrayal. Thus, the Doll Witch was born. a weaver of nightmares, a mother of the lost, a monstrosity stitched from sorrow. Her laughter haunts the tunnels, and her scissors wait to snip the strings of any who dare to grow old in her presence. Now she rules Layer One, her army of dolls ever watchful, her heart ever hungry, her mind ever unraveling. A mother robbed of her child, forever seeking replacements in the cold, suffocating dark.