#I already threw the original in discord

[slimeshade]

“I—I’m sorry. Hollow, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” Desperate, grasping for a ledge she knew she had already fallen past, she took their hand in both of hers and held it, folding their claws inward and pressing their knuckles to her chest, where they could no doubt feel the hurried beat of her heart. “I am not angry with you.”

They did not look at her, staring fixedly up at the ceiling as they panted, vents fluttering open and closed beneath their mask. Nothing she had said appeared to sink in; they lay there like they were already wounded, already struck down by whatever punishment she might devise, veins open and willing to bleed.

A (belated) birthday gift for @mostlydeadallday ! Based on chapter 29 of Lost Kin

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for keeping up a grudge long after the issue was resolved?

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (To find this post later bc I usually forget the emoji I use)

I (24ftm) am in a pretty decent sized fandom discord server. One day this girl joined (age unknown). I got bad vibes from her the second she joined, but I didn't say anything bc I had no reason to feel that way

Well a few days, maybe a week goes by and we're all talking about ocs. It goes something like this:

her: I have an oc that's *insert concept here!*

someone else: Oh that's cool! I have an oc that's *insert related concept*

me: really? I have an oc that's *inert another related concept*

This is how almost every convo in the server goes, we build off each other in conversation and just let things snowball as long as they're semi-on topic.

Well, girl comes out of nowhere and says "I have a hope you all shut up"

Other guy told her she was being mean, then I changed the convo by asking the other guy about his oc. Ten/Fifteen minutes later, long past the relevance of that issue, she pings other guy to 'explain' herself by saying "I felt like they were making me…" (Quote taken per verbatim from the server, she never explains how we made her feel this way)

Now I'm not debating the guilty party in THAT scenario, I know who it is. That's just the origin story for the past month of Passive Aggressiveness I've thrown at this girl.

To this day I will not talk to her, I slowly ease my way out of convos if she joins them, if I'm goofing off in a channel and she joins in I will literally wait 30 minutes for the channel to be deemed dead so i can go back to my topic without seeming outright mean, and recently I made a jab directly at her. We have a channel for the "one word at a time" game, were you say a word, someone responds with the first word that word makes them think of, and so on.

Well the girl, who has properly interacted in that game before so she KNEW the rules, threw out a whole ass title of smth. So I responded with "Immoderate", which basically mean too much.

I might be the asshole bc that was petty, and I have been VERY petty for the last month or so, but in my defense she hasn't once apologized and she isn't exactly playing nice with me either so it's not like I'm ripping into some poor girl who's already fixed her mistake.

[forever-will-last]

thousand pics 20 and 7

Behind-The-Scenes Fic Ask Game

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

Honestly, I mean, most of the stuff I hope people pick up on, they've already picked up on. There's one small thing I've hinted at a few times, but the final pieces to that puzzle haven't come up yet, so I don't want to give it away!

7. What inspired the idea for the plot?

Oh BOY so, basically, in an old discord server, someone @sexycornenthusiast threw out the idea of "What if Aaron, who is the driving force of the plot/conflict in canon, died instead of Regina almost dying?" Then @ohbrightnewday and I brainstormed a lot about the initial Dead Aaron Fic (don't look for me, i'm just a story you've been told) and originally, that fic was going to be it. I was actually working on a few other fics at the time that have long since been put to the side. But then I couldn't just leave it where that fic ended, and I absolutely had to expand on it, and, well... here we are, over 200k words later, with no end in sight LOL

[mdhwrites]

Question on What TOH Episode is its 'True Colors'?

Someone in my Discord told me about someone with the hot take of Hollow Mind being more shocking and disturbing than True Colors which... Sure. I do know I've heard people want to take swings at True Colors with TOH episodes though and I'm kind of curious about the one people think is the TOH equivalent.

The two I can really think of are King's Tide or Hollow Mind, partially because both feel like season finales. Hell, this did make me wonder if Hollow Mind was meant to be the original S2 finale which would have meant making Luz's angst arc EVEN LONGER. Also potentially meant half a season to an entire season was meant to be spent between Hollow Mind and King's Tide and... Boy that's a thought that just continues to fuel me saying TOH wanted fives seasons, not three.

Not that I think either are anywhere near as good mind you, not that it should be shocking to anyone to hear that. Hollow Mind has the big twist villain reveal and wants to be resolving things like True Colors did by having stuff like the Grimmwalker reveal but the problem there is the lack of patience on TOH's side as it already told us Belos' secret in Elsewhere Elsewhen and the fact that no one who isn't a part of the fandom could never have even heard of a Grimmwalker before now. Not when its foreshadowing is a foreground element for five seconds during the S1 finale. Not only that but while so much wolrdbuilding in Amphibia explains things like the toads taking control through brute force but being bad at holding onto power, Hollow Mind is actively shooting TOH's worldbuilding in the head.

Then there's King's Tide which has the big clash of armies, actually facing the bad guy and losing, and resolution on... Really just the elements that were set up between King's Tide and Hollow Mind. There's no series long pay offs like with Spranne against the world leading to the transformation or the fact that Polly is a baby having the reveal of her legs. It also fails in its own setup because while yes, King being able to pull the Collector out makes logical sense, dramatically it should have still taken King's blood. Otherwise, the fact that they have spent half a season getting rid of Amity's glove is entirely pointless except for false stakes. It actively makes previous episodes worse because you understand how pointless they were, INCLUDING HOLLOW MIND since its main moment of pathos during the B plot is about making Luz not be able to go home, even though the fact that they need to use Titan's Blood for that is really stupid.

There's also just a lack of depth from both episodes. There's nothing nearly as good as Andrias' backstory clashing with logic so as to make him make his twin mistakes during the episode. There's no push and pull of Sasha's fantasies and her desire to keep what she wants intact versus the fact that she is in a lot of pain. No moment of utter tragedy like Marcy's reveal.

Is any of this horrifying? Not really because there's no giant, creepy monster but it hits a lot harder and is a lot more tragic than anything TOH ever threw out because the whole series has built up to these moments of tragedy. They're horrifying both in their inevitability and in how much you want them to have gone a different way. They're joyous because when moments of victory come up, they're using the strengths we understand with each of these characters to manage it, as well as exploiting emotional weaknesses.

Or, you know, you could gut your entire world's history and worldbuilding for the sake of trying to claim your villain is interesting. Or have Luz only win by having a glyph act in a way that we've never seen it act before nor makes any thematic sense with its limitations. Or, just to jab at the finale too because Titan Luz SHOULD be compared more with this transformation, not Amphibia's S3 powers, you can give Luz a powerup that symbolically means nothing and comes out of complete nowhere, instead of one that symbolizes in so many ways how connected to this world Anne is and the growth she has undergone to deserve this transformation.

And for anyone curious: YES, watching True Colors, and even being able to easily come up with a pitch ONLY for changing this one episode to make Amphibia have been a satisfying, two season series, does make me just more annoyed at the excuses I hear thrown around to try and say TOH is better than Amphibia or deserves more of a pass on its writing flaws even while people demonize parts of Amphibia's writing.

*sigh* I actually hadn't originally planned to go hard on the analysis in this but like I said yesterday, True Colors is living rent free in my brain now for just how amazing it is and I definitely also heard people trying to call Hollow Mind and King's Tide the True Colors of TOH and just... No. TOH doesn't have the writing quality or the patience to even have a True Colors. Not when an episode like True Colors only comes from someone who genuinely was ready to set all the dominos into place for a payoff that big and satisfying.

[hella1975]

Hella something incredibly traumatic just happened to me.  I cannot find the original list thingy i have for chapter 42.  (i was like half way through and then stopped i dont remember why) so i have to start over which isnt a bad thing because i get to reread ittt

Your getting 42 and 43 in one thing 

“It had been one day and one night since they left the Western Air Temple and Zuko had a headache.” sme one get this poor boy some tylenol

Bros extremely overstimulated

“Nanook expected they’d arrive at the White Lotus camp-”  i forgot theyre going to the white lotus camp again and if irohs there still thats going to be really fun.  (probably not for zuko though)

I love your sokka so much its insane.  

It always takes me so long to read your chapters and write these and stuff not because of the length of your chapters (i love long chapters) but because i always try to process every single little thing because its so good and a lot of the stuff doesnt even make it into the list because i dont know how to put it into words and thats how i feel about the dynamic youve created around zuko and sokka.  Like how you took Sokkas canon traits and magnified them to accommodate the traits zuko got threw taob perfectly and theres something so artistic about it and i wish i had the words to better explain how in awe of you i am every time i read a new chapter.

Anywho

“If he spoke them, if he let them out, his friends would snatch these birds from the sky and beat them to death, and they would call it salvation.” oh my fucking god hella what the fuck

Zi Se <3

Oh jeez now he’s hallucinating

I love Zi Se.  Having Zuko take care of a small child is such a unique thing to have in a fic and you make it work so well.  Every scene between them is immaculate

The way you portray trauma is incredible.  The ‘two steps forwards one step back’ ness of it, and the way different peoples traumas rub against eachother and the lashing out and guilt and stuff its really so good.  

I think its funny to think about external zuko in taob.  Like a wet dog growling at everyone and pushing itself into a corner.  A little tragic, a little pathetic.  And then in his head he’s having some of the most profound, angsty thoughts.  And the transition between those scenes is also entertaining.  

I also really like the dynamic Zuko has with the entirety of the gang.  Like it’s not just sokka going ‘i can fix him’ and doing it, its a group effort and the different peoples individual traits work well with helping different parts of zuko heal.  When he needs sternness and bluntness, theres sokka, when he needs something more gentle, theres tomnook, and when he needs something in between theres katara.  

I saw your authors notes that was like ‘i’m writing another zukka fic!’ and i was so confused for a moment and i was like ‘wtf is she talking about’ and then it was like ‘you can read it here!’  and i was like ;holy shit its already posted!?  Why didnt she tell tumblr about this and then i was like ‘oh shes talking about tams.’  i forgot it was a zukka fic.  

That took me 3 hours.  

Anywho 

Chapter 43:  : )

“Gradually, things got easier and they fell into a routine.” well thats a relief i hope nothing bad will happen ever again : )

“Suki wasn’t far from him, dipping her water flask into the current,”  of topic but i dont get how people didnt just drop dead from drinking random ass water like how is suki not going to get dysentary.  Sokka needs to invent these people a water filter.

Im carefully treading ocross this chapterbecause of the stuff ive seen from tumblr and discord and while i guess i trust you not to kill tomnook *this chapter* im still very weary and terrified.  

Being american means that you might not be able to afford to read taob bc of the inevitable therapy bill

If i get ptsd from this i quit

Anywho

““Zuko, dude, buddy.” Sokka appeared from where he’d been washing his frankly disgusting tunic, now leaving it to drip around his neck, shirtless as he clapped a hand to Zuko’s shoulder. “If a girl calls you roguish, it’s a compliment.”” Bros projecting

“ this seemed to bother Sokka more than anyone. Hot stuff was one of her favourites, which Zuko thought made sense. He was a firebender, after all. It really didn’t warrant the spluttering and indignance Sokka met it with, stomping over to Suki and kicking water at her while she cackled.” Still projecting

If Tomnook becomes canon i will personally see to starting a movement across all social media platforms similar to the november 6th destiel thing

“He was still smiling. Always smiling. Nanook let him go.” THIS IS THE PART THAT DESTROYED ME????????????????????????????????????? IT WAS ABOUT HAIRR????????????????????/ im actually going to kms oh my god im suing

I experienced so much turmoil for it literally to just be tomkin walking away

Im so insulted

Also nanook definitely has a crush on him just in case you didnt know 👍

Now Kataras overstimulated

“Zuko had taken the carrots.” God dammit Zuko 

If Sokka or Katara find the carrots that wont be good

I dont trust you anymore

““There’s something you’re not telling me,” she said, staring out at the grass around them, the stars in the inky sky. It was the exact same as when they’d sat together the other day, hand in hand, when she’d first admitted to this anger.

Zuko was tense beside her, before sighing in defeat. “This is about the carrots, isn’t it?”  This is so funny for no reason 

““I could probably help you find those men, if you wanted,””  you fucking idiot i cant believe him

“He liked liked Zuko, with his stupid, roguish hair and his muscles and his gentle way of handling Zi Se and his stupid sense of humour and his sheer, stubborn will to keep going. How could Sokka ever talk to Bato again? This was the worst thing to happen ever,”  ITS HAPPENING 

I NEED THAT ONE GIF FROM THE OFFICE JFC

OH MY GOD

I CANT BREATH

The fact that he immediately thought of bato is so iconic i love that for him

The whiplash sokka must feel from coming to terms with his feelings for zuko and that he’s able to grieve his mom and then katara coming out like ‘yeah im going to murder him’ must be insane its like that cat in the hat meme where hes going to hit the dude with the bat

I dont think that conversation went like suki planned for it to

Zukkkaaa fight

THEYRE HUGGIN THIS IS NOTA DRILL OGM

“Katara wouldn’t kill those men.” oh thank fuck

“. local boy discovers the uno reverse card immediately makes it everyone else's problem.”  Lmfao 😂  💀

You have never written a bad anything hella lm tell you.  2 10/10 chapters good job, that was fabulous, i love it.  

Im in a class this semester that deals with analyzing literature and reading a lot of like ‘classic’ books.  And the entire time im reading these books some that are considered to be from some of the best authors of all time is that im comparing them to the things youve written and when ive said that your such a talented writer before, i dont know how much ground ive had to stand on but now that i have like a (very small) reference point for that stuff, holy shit you are such a talented writer.  

Like i know its not your major and that youve never studied it and stuff and the fact that you can produce all of that based on pure talent is honestly incredible.  Im constantly in awe every time i read anything of yours its insane.  I really do hope your as proud as you can be of yourself, you deserve it. 

~list anon~

list anon i get such a little smile on my face when i see ur asks come in like i get comfy and make sure i have time to go through the whole thing in one go and it just warms my heart that someone so consistently makes time for me and my silly stories. thank you x

[glapplebloom]

Time to end the Friendship is Magic Series...

Twilight is at Canterlot making sure they’re ready for the Knights of Harmony’s attack (and Lyra is there despite being in the Cat Kingdom last issue). Magical shields covering the city, civilians and even animals in a safe location, and the Royal Guard alongside some of the best fighters are ready for action. But it seems one of the Knights wants to talk to Twilight.

His name is Danu and he promised to spare them as long as they hand over the Elements. But since they’re a part of them, they can’t. So that makes them go on the offense. The shield is powerful, but they never covered underneath the Earth for some odd reason. Professor Two-Brains ensured that and one of his two brains is a rat.

So the Knights go on the attack and make short work of Twilight’s army. Danu controls the Earth, is the leader, and represents Loyalty. Taranis represents Pride and controls wind. Mannah represents Acceptance and controls water. Balor represents Magic and basically is able to take it away from others. Ceridwen represents Equity and her power basically takes powers from someone and can give them to others. And Morrigan represents Faith and basically mind controls people.

101 ends with the Knights cornering everyone and 102 begins with telling their origin story. According to them, their Kingdom wanted to spread THEIR way across other lands. When they failed to do so with Discord, that’s when the other Elements counter attacked their country. Sadly, they were the ones who taught them how to use the magic and easily dispatched them. Then they hid the temples and themselves to protect their kingdom only coming back out because Twilight is bringing them back.

I already said how much of this is a load of baloney, but to sum it up they pretty much want to make people do things THEIR way and when they found out others resent them basically trying to take over their culture, they made sure to take away their gifts. This is basically Gentrification in a nutshell. And they want to make sure nobody can use the Elements against them.

That is until Discord shows up, so tunnel vision gets to Danu and he orders the Knights to give chase. Too bad it was a trick and it gave Twilight and the gang a game plan: separate the Knights and show them what Harmony really is like. And it works but sadly Discord only made 5 clones so when it came time to unite, one of them pretended to be Spike.

Stealing Twilight and Starswirl’s magic, they gave it to Danu who proceeded to try to destroy Canterlot. Luckily thanks to asking for help earlier, everyone arrived to help. And combined, they were able to defeat Danu, the Knights of Harmony and promise that the future will bring nothing but harmony, which the actual Series Finale delivered.

Overall, while it was action packed, it carries with it the burden of IDW’s ideas. Trying to create so many new characters without having the time to fresh them out really makes those final moments not as exciting. And honestly, we don’t really get to see Danu see his defeat because his last words were still saying that she’ll regret this.

And honestly, they definitely needed a true comeuppance. Something to make them see that they were wrong. They weren’t using the Elements of Harmony, they were trying to control it. They didn’t understand what it truly could do and thus their fears became true because someone else who DID know how to use them showed them the way.

It’s given a big explanation point in Danu’s fight against Maud, Stygian and Cadance: He knows how to use the Earth, but he doesn’t understand it as well as Maud, who made all of his “I threw a rock at him” plans fail. But because we only see them KOed and Danu still saying his thing and nothing else (no imprisonment, no disappearing, he’s just standing there), the defeat isn’t as satisfying as other villains.

Still, this is how IDW ended their long running comic series about Ponies. But they still have a few more issues and plan to do something fans wanted. Just not as good... Also, the rewrites will come in two parts: the Finale of IDW had hindsight and what if GLAB Vs the Knights of Order.

[angel-0f-verdun]

13 State of Possession

Previous Chapter 

I realized quickly that I was not going to get through this book very fast. So, I decided that I would need to read only the relevant parts of the chapters. I skimmed the index and got to work happily finding the information I was looking for. Set was certainly a rebellious Egyptian God. His original reign was over the desert, storms, disorder, and warfare. I wondered if this was why I enjoyed rain and storms, glancing at the tattoo on my wrist. Later in the New Kingdom Set was considered a maker of discord and strife, identical to my namesake, Eris. Some of the pharaohs even used him in their names, such as Seti I, Seti II, and Setnakht. They thought of him as the protector of Ra, God of the Sun, the creator himself. Ra had gifted Set a dagger, which was in two pieces. One part is a ruby representing everlasting health. The other was obvious to protect Ra. He used this in his many endeavors such as one of the times he killed Apopis the enemy of Ra. Later when the Europeans invaded Egypt Set was an outcast from the pantheon, thus making Set the new and more powerful enemy of Ra. This changed everyone’s view of him, merging him with Apopis. Thus the ruby and dagger took on a different meaning, darkness, which is how he ended up recruiting Ahmanet.

I sighed, knowing this information was not as comforting as I would have thought it to be. But I was glad to have the knowledge, I closed the book and put it back inside my bag. I closed my eyes thinking about the goddess, Eris. She was the child of Zeus and Hera. She mostly just loved mischief, I remembered a story that used to be told to me at the orphanage, she wasn’t invited to a wedding, but she showed up anyway. When at the after party she threw a golden apple with the words ‘for the most beautiful’ into the crowd, Aphrodite, Athena, and Hera all thought it was for them. This caused some issues between the three as Eris had hoped. Paris, the prince of Troy, offered to help them end the argument by being the decision-breaker. Each goddess tried to bribe him, Hera with power, Athena with wisdom, and Aphrodite with the most beautiful woman in the mortal world. Obviously, Aphrodite won. However, the woman she promised him was already married. Her husband wanting revenge for Paris stealing his wife, started a war to get her back. This became known as the Trojan War, which lasted 10 years.

Now for the last to ponder, Ahmanet. Power-hungry, much like Athena, on a quest to get exactly what she wants. She had even killed her family to reach immortality and greatness. But with a few wrong steps with those smarter than her, Set in particular, she let her desires cloud her judgment. She then became all-powerful, but before that transformation could be complete she was captured and mummified alive. Now she needed me to complete that task for Set to live in a mortal body.

“Oh hey, Winston.” Rick’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts about Ahmanet. I looked over my shoulder, seeing him walking towards us with Winston trailing behind him.

“You know O’Connell, ever since the end of the Great War there hasn’t been a single challenge worthy of a man like me.” I heard him babble, he normally gave this speech when he was inebriated.

“Yeah? Well, we all got our little problems today don’t we Winston?” Rick pulled out the chair next to me as he replied, flicking Jon’s ear to get his attention. The only way to shut Winston up was to get him through his memories as quickly as possible. Rick and I were all too familiar with this. He was one of the first people Rick introduced me to when we had first arrived in Egypt. Jon poured Rick a shot as I finished off my drink setting it down on the bar, gesturing for the barkeep to get me another.

“I just wish I could’ve chucked it in with the others and gone down in flame and glory instead of sitting around here rotting of boredom and booze.” Winston finished up his story, patting the boys on the back. He really needed a hobby other than sitting around and drinking. I could visibly see Rick’s annoyance set in. He looked as if he was ready to call it a day but knew there was more to be done.

“Oh well, back to the airfield.” Winston let out a laugh spinning around and leaving us alone.

“Tell me, has your sister always been?” Rick started to ask Jon, shot in hand ready to throw it back. I received my drink, thanking the man and giving him a bill to pay.

“Oh yes always.” He answered Rick’s question before hearing anything else. I started sipping my refill.

“Well we’re all packed up but the damn boat doesn’t leave til tomorrow morning.” Henderson came up beside me and Jon putting his arm on the bar between us leaning towards me. I watched him closely, curious if we really needed to go through this again.

“Tail set firmly between your legs, I see,” Jon replied to him, sarcastically. I mean what really were they supposed to do, they thought they were going to die from opening the chest.

“Yeah you can talk, you don’t have some sacred walking corpse after you.” Henderson breathed out, confirming the fact that he was scared.

“Ah but we do have a thousand-year-old entity with us constantly and she’s a bore,” Jon replied, knowing that Henderson wouldn’t understand what he was getting at but I certainly did.

“Whoa, be careful, I’m doing my best over here to hold her but she’s a force to be reckoned with,” I warned Jon not to make Ahmanet upset, especially when I was continuing to mentally hold her in her place. But for some reason, it was more of a chore than it had been before, I felt a migraine coming on since I walked through the threshold to the bar and it was only getting worse as time went on. The thought of continually keeping her at bay was becoming less and less a reality.

“What’s he getting at?” He asked me flabbergasted at the thought.

“So uh, how’s your friend?” Rick asked Daniels who appeared next to him, both of us ignoring Henderson.

“He had his eyes and his tongue ripped out, how would you be?” He replied sullenly, not in the mood to converse about the pain his friend had gone through. We all spun around in our chairs watching the entrance to the bar, it really was a beautiful modern area for the time. It almost had a Moroccan theme with the fabrics that were hung to look like curtains, filling the space with earthly tones. The tiles that were embedded in the floor were a nice touch as well, lots of blues and whites. This bar was much better than the others I had been in while looking for Rick. There were some men in the corner sharing a hookah pipe passing it around, happily. Oh, to have no cares in the world right now.  

“Good luck boys.” The four of them clinked their shot glasses together and I with my gin and tonic. We drank to their luck and health getting away from Egypt still intact. Immediately when the drink hit my tastebuds I spat the liquid back out.

“Sweet Jesus tastes just like…” Henderson started.

“Blood.” Rick and I finished his thought, Rick dropping his glass on the floor as he looked at the fountain.

“And the rivers and waters of Egypt ran red and were as blood” Jon quoted the Bible.

“He’s here,” Rick whispered out and took off running in the opposite direction. I took off after him grabbing my bag.

“Rick, wait!!” I called after him, as I realized where he was going.

“Oh Evelyn…” He called her name in a sing-song voice, slowing down upon approaching her so he wouldn’t bulldoze her.

“Oh, so you’re still here?” She asked him, there was some tension here that I wanted no part in deciphering.

“We’ve got problems.” He told her just as a clap of thunder shook the complex. The rain started pouring and I felt queasy, staggering, attempting to get my balance back. I knew that this was no doubt what I had been feeling earlier with the migraine. It felt as if the world was on my shoulders and I couldn’t keep standing anymore.  Neither my brother nor my friend noticed the issue I was dealing with, which I was thankful for. Ahmanet took over as I felt my consciousness fade as I gave into the pressure.

“You are getting weaker, as he rises,” Ahmanet spoke to me in the confines of my mind.

“What do I do?” I asked her, sitting on the ground in an all-black room with no reference as to what was going on outside my head, no reference to my body.

“There’s nothing you can do. Unless…”  I groaned out feeling pain all over, just like when the tattoos appeared.

“Unless what?!” I yelled, hearing my voice echo around the area. I was prepared to do anything at this point to get control back.

“You’re too weak to continue on your own. I am the only reason you are still consciously here, in this place. It was my choice to keep you alive. I could have tucked you away you forever when you fainted.” She told me.

“But you also need me,” I told her skeptically feeling even more faint than I did before.

“Beauty and brains. But this, you will not win.” She laughed as my consciousness faded away for the second time, I relaxed into it accepting my fate. 

***

“Eris!! Wake up!!” I heard his tortured screams as he attempted to wake me. Ahmanet allowed me a glance through a window. Rick was being slashed up by the dagger of Set. This was yet the third time he had been in mortal danger in this entire excursion and I doubted it would be the last. I watched as the curved blade barely touched his skin but ripped through him like razor wire. 

“You talk of bravery like a Medjai, yet you are still mortal, how do you forget this?” Ahmanet questioned him in broken English. Evy was cowering in the corner as the mummy turned to face her attempting to kiss her.

“Rick!!” I yelled to him trapped in my mind, my voice echoed off the walls, bouncing back to my eardrums. I crumpled from where I stood, the pain erupting in my ears and brain. I tried to push forward into the forefront of my mind but Ahmanet’s hold was too strong, she was growing stronger from the darkness and the plagues that were reigning on the world. I watched as she fought with my brother, she had maneuvered him onto the ground, straddling him. She reared up the dagger in my hands, ruby glinting in the fire-born sky ready to plunge it directly into his chest. A cat strode across piano keys directing everyone’s attention to it, the mummy stopped in his tracks and disappeared into a cloud of sand. Jon and the Americans pulled me off of Rick and secured my hands behind my back. 

“We are in very serious trouble,” Rick said to everyone wiping away the blood that had been drawn.

“Let’s get her to the museum,” Evy murmured quietly as she tended to Rick’s wounds. We walked outside and to Jonathan’s car, piling in. It was an expeditious drive for Jonathan to get us there as quickly as possible as they now knew Ahmanet’s true strength. The Americans dragged me from the car and led me by my arms, following Evy’s instructions. 

“He does seem to like Evy.” I heard Jon say from behind me. Henderson was holding my wrists guiding me where I needed to be. 

“Yeah, what’s that about?” Rick asked, I could hear the curiosity in his voice intertwined with anger.

“There’s only one person I know that can give us any answers.” She spoke confidently as she rounded the corner to the Old Kingdom display heading towards the curator's office.

“You?!” Evy exclaimed stopping in her tracks. 

“Miss Carnahan, gentleman… Eris? What’s happened?” I heard Dr. Bey ask as he noticed I was a fugitive. 

“What is he doing here?” Evy asked him not answering his question. I hoped we would get to my situation as soon as possible because it was not fun being a captive in my own head and in real life. Henderson pulled his gun from his holster following Rick’s lead as everyone was tense from the fight with the mummy.

“Do you really want to know, or would you prefer to just shoot us?” Dr. Bey asked rather annoyed that he had guns pointing at him and Ardeth. 

“After what I just saw, I’m willing to go on a little faith,” Rick said as he stepped aside for the two men to view me. 

“Richard, what have you done to your sister?” Dr. Bey asked in a serious tone as he came up to me inspecting my eyes.

“Ardeth, you’d better take a look at this.” He breathed out, stepping away from me with fear in his eyes. I thrashed against Henderson, trying to get free of my bonds. I hissed at Ardeth as the Medjai walked up to me. He grabbed my chin holding me still to take a look at my eyes. 

“Ahmanet.” He breathed out.

“Ah a real Medjai, let’s see what you’re made of,” I heard Ahmanet speak in Egyptian this time. 

“Take her around the corner to her office.” He instructed Henderson. He nodded and moved me towards the walkway, Rick went to follow but Ardeth stopped him before he could go much further.

“I’ll do my best to get her back, but I must do it alone.” He said to him. Rick nodded and backed away with Henderson as Ardeth took my arm in his, his touch burned my skin I felt Ahmanet waning away from control. We walked towards my office, he pushed the door open and set me in the chair. 

“Eris, I’m going to recite a series of prayers. We’re going to try to reduce Ahmanet’s power over your body, at least enough so you can have control again.” He told me, a guttural growl escaped from my throat as Ahmanet did not enjoy what she was hearing. 

“Mother of the gods, the One, the Only, Mistress of the Crowns. Bast, beloved daughter of the sun, send us comfort. Envelope Eris with you. Expel all evil forces from her. Destroy and banish all witchcraft, bonds, and curses. Take away everything that could harm her.” Ardeth recited a prayer to Bast in Arabic. I could feel Ahmanet shrinking from consciousness. As she weakened I pushed forward back into my own body. I sucked in the air, it felt pure. I felt like me again. I couldn’t feel Ahmanet anywhere inside, it was like she had vanished. 

“Are you alright?” I heard Ardeth ask me as he bent down toward my face. I nodded not willing to speak. He turned me around and cut the bonds on my wrists letting me go free. 

“Aren’t you worried she’ll be back?” I asked him. He considered the question for a bit but did not give me an answer instead he wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I felt safe, smelling the lotus and vanilla that seemed to hang over him. His chin resting on the top of my head he breathed out letting go of his inhibitions. He pulled away much too fast for my liking, holding me at arm's length just staring into my eyes. He leaned forward placing a light kiss on my forehead. I soaked in the moment before he rushed out the door to inform Rick that everything was alright. I sat back in my chair staring into oblivion not wanting to even glance at the mirror to my right. I didn’t want to know if she was still there. 

Next Chapter

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

Canonical Nonsense

I was browsing a conversation in a Discord server. And apparently, the Augie Doggie in Jellystone! never had a mom. She was born into the world through magic.

What kind of magic was used in her creation, and exactly who casted said magic is beyond me. But all I know is that this sounds like a bunch of garbage the writers threw together as a way to avoid designing a mother for Augie. (As IF they'd create original characters when they have already tons of existing ones they can mangle work with.)

This show gets more twisted with each new thing I learn about it. First, Johnny Quest and Hadji become a couple (even though they're supposed to be brothers), then Top Cat and his gang aren't actually poor, and now, Augie is a dog who was born through magic.

At this point, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Huckleberry isn't the town's actual mayor.

[booksandwords]

Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux

Read time: 1 Day Rating: 5/5 Stars

The Quote: The elegance and beauty of flowers have not dwindled—only our knowledge of their coded meanings. I hope this book, apart from offering a view into the history of floriography, will encourage readers to look at flowers and herbs in a new way, perhaps assigning their own meanings to the blooms that inspire them most. — Jessica Roux

This book is quite hard to review. It is a simple but beautiful book that is a must for those with an interest in Victorian culture or floristry. I appreciate the whole thing, I do recommend the book if it There are many others this would appeal to too, it is gorgeously illustrated the flowers all look so soft but real. The colours are well balanced with some put on white backgrounds, some on black. The background colour depends on the flower not the meanings to them. If you want to know what the art is going to look like Roux has a tumblr blog @jessicaroux​ which is well worth looking at.

The format is simpler than it sounds but effective. Each flower profile has its common name, genus, meanings, origin (for the meaning) and pairs with... on the left-hand page and an illustration/portrait of the flower on the right. Meaning the first thing a reader sees when they open the page will naturally be the flower itself. An explanation of 'pairs with...', thus is a list of two of three flowers that when combined with that of the profile will send a specific message. For example, combining Lily and Sweet William honours an act of pure generosity, gifting Chrysanthenemum and Willow to a friend in grief or a Thistle and Pansy to show you're thinking of a friend going through a bitter separation. Included are 10 bouquets with their own occasions such as bitter ends or courting. Roux has included what flowers are in the bouquet and what to tie it with Lastly, there is an index at the end separated by meaning such as encouragement, friendship or love and romance, there are eleven categories and flowers can be in more than one category.

Some of the elements/ entries I really liked • Apple Bloosom — I liked the origin. "The apple's connection to preference comes from the fable of the Golden Apple of Discord. Eris, the goddess of discord, threw a golden apple into a wedding ceremony that she was not invited to attend. The apple was inscribed with "For the most beautiful," and Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite all laid claim to it. Zeus tasked Paris of Troy with deciding between the three goddesses. He eventually chose Aphrodite after she promised him the love of the world's most beautiful woman, Helen of Sparta. Because Helen was already married to King Menelaus, Paris's preference ultimately caused the Trojan War." • Bluebell — For context as to why this one is of interest to me, my tumblr main contains this flower in it. I never knew the meaning of this flower. It has two meanings humility and faithfulness. But I really just think they are pretty. • Daffodil — It is the scientific name that is interesting here, it gives some indication of the meaning and origin... Narcissus. Narcissus who fell in love with his own reflection. Daffodils bloomed on the ground where he fell. • Dandelion — Meaning or aligned with divination and fortune-telling. The origin "Dandelions are associated with wished and fortune-telling; it's customary in many Western cultures to make a wish while blowing on the dandelion's "puff," dispersing the seeds. More practically, dandelions have been used to predict the weather, as their puffs will stay closed in inclement weather and open when sunny, clear skies are on the way." • Eucalyptus — Meaning protection. Does acknowledge the Indigenous Australian uses. I like one of the pairings too, with Queen Anne's lace to wish the recipient safe travels. • Forget-Me-Not — Oh these are such cute little flowers, I like the illustration. The origin is heartbreaking though from a Germanic folktale that ends in death. • Isis — The Iris illustration looks like it's drawn on a chalkboard, white always looks good on that background. I didn't know the meanings either, valor, wisdom and faith. • Lavender — I didn't expect lavender to have a negative connotation, distrust. It's to do with asps hiding in them. • Myrtle — Potentially unexpectedly meaning love. Pair with dahlia for your one true love. I think a bit of this surprises my modern mind. • Petunia — Another pretty illustration of white flowers on a black background. Purely on a Harry Potter reference Petunia means anger and resentment, tell me that doesn't suit that character (as much as I hate to give she-who-must-not-be-named any praise). • Snapdragon — The origin to the presumption meaning for snapdragon... "Snapdragon's link to presumption may derive from a medieval fashion practice: maidens would wear snapdragons in their hair to show they were not interested in unsolicited attention from men. The flower warned young men against presumption in a subtle and elegant way." • A Bouquet for Friendship — Zinna for everlasting friendship, Apple blossom for preference, Pansy for a friend you think of often and Eucalyptus for protection and to strengthen the bond of friendship, so that it may last throughout the years fastened with a teal chiffon ribbon. • A Bouquet for Forgotten Obligations — Columbine for foolishness, Rue for regret, Anemone for forsaken love, Forget-me-not to indicate you won't forget again fastened with a green garland. • A Bouquet for Marriage — Red roses for true love, Ivy for fidelity, Myrtle for hope and love in marriage and Dahlia for commitment and eternal love fastened with a white lace bow. • A Bouquet for New Beginnings — Crocus for youthful glee, Daisy for innocence and childhood purity, Lilac for first love, Baby's breath for purity and innocence and Wheat for riches fastened with a yellow tassel

[dwollsadventures]

Six years ago on July 30th 2017 I decided, on a whim, to draw every single D&D monster from the monster manual (and eventually quite a few from Volo’s Guide and Pathfinder as well) a day. It was very fun, very challenging, and helped me improve as an artist forced to adapt my style. Just look at some of the earliest entries compared to the later ones.

However, I have something not so secret to admit. I didn't know jack and/or shit about d&d when I started that. Which is pretty obvious. The "setting" of the original daily D&D drawings was a mismatch of modern day, medieval, magic, speculative evolution, and whatever else I wanted. I was in many cases riffing on tropes that I knew nothing about (the Aasimar is the first and most glaring example). Most of the creative decisions were based entirely on what I wanted to draw that day. While it was freeing, it wasn’t very serious or well thought out.

In the five years since I started, I've not only drawn a whole lot more, but I've also played a lot of D&D. Even when not playing with my friends in sporadic in person and discord sessions, I was looking back into the history of D&D and its monsters. Their origins, sometimes as silly as placing a plastic toy dinosaur on a board, or as serious as the edgiest, darkest demon princes. Or as weirdly sexual as Drow marital practices. I even read the first Gord the Rogue novel (which I saw for 1.99 at my local bookstore and bought purely because of the name Gary Gygax on it) and promptly threw it in the trash because it sucked so hard. But I had the first-hand experience to know why it sucked!

In my first run, I unfairly ignored a lot of the design principles that went into these creatures, because I thought I knew better. Like most 17 year olds, I was wrong. Which is why, as early as 2019, I was already planning the second gig...

[rounderhouse]

[wall of text incoming]

Cracks knuckles. Okay. After reading this analysis (https://www.tumblr .com/flaetsbnort/709837976226660352/its-past-midnight-of-the-monday-of-the-carnaval), I have come to two conclusions: 1) it is in line with most of my thoughts regarding the two proposals, and 2) the "OG Bumaro was a scumbag from the very beginning and he took advantage of the fallen Mekhane and threw her into a ditch when he no longer could leech off her" angle is CRAZY and I can't believe I haven't connected the dots

Now, if you accept this "the OG Bumaro was a scumbag" theory, which I do, there's one sore thumb sticking out of the equation: Hedara. What was up with her? Preserver responded that she and OG Bumaro loved each other, but knowing the angle we're going by, that was most likely not the case. Or even if it was, there was definitely more than what meets the eye. So, here is my theory/conjecture for what happened to Hedara:

She found Mekhane together with Bumaro and she had her vision restored and given a pair of wings (this info is canon), for which she was grateful

With time, seeing how Bumaro started to go crazy with power, she confronted him. She didn't really like that they were going to be rulers now - the simple life of a shepherd appealed to her more

Additionally, she may have eventually realized that Bumaro was leeching off Mekhane without ever intending to give anything in return, which also was a reason behind the confrontation

Bumaro, of course, didn't want to abandon the power given to him (and didn't really feel like giving merit to his wife's concerns because misogynists don't do that), so the two ended up getting into an altercation

This altercation resulted in Bumaro using his mind control and putting Hedara in her place (parallels between Robert and Hedvig)

From here on, everything lines up with Preserver's description of her

Additionally, if we want to add more parallels to Bumaro|Hedara and Robert|Hedvig, we can even consider an angle where they didn't start out as husband and wife. Maybe they were two unconnected shepherds who were in the same place, at the same time, when they happened upon Mekhane.

There's a lot to consider and you can really let your mind wander if you think about it a little. That's why I love Gold Proposal - there's a fine balance between the info that wasn't revealed and the info that was, so based on what's known to us, we can let our imagination run wild and fill in the gaps ourselves.

PS: another reason why I really like the "the OG Bumaro was a scumbag" theory is because it just makes Amoni-Ram more interesting. The city almost sounds too perfect to be true. Of course it does. Technological advancements beyond comprehension, augmentations to your heart's content, peace, harmony - sounds like a dream, doesn't it? Too bad this paradise has a rotten core, too bad it was built upon lies, deception and taking advantage of the trust of a literal deity. It's crazy. My head's spinning

PPS: I would have used Discord for this but unfortunately as you can see this ended up being a wall of text

It was never really an angle I bothered delving into because I decided the modern-day story with Robert and Heddy took narrative priority, but you're definitely right in that whatever was going on with Bumaro and Hedara was probably not on the up-and-up. I think in some abandoned story notes somewhere I had written a scene where Robert uses the Throne and has a vision of Bumaro strangling Hedara after she tried breaking away from him with a handful of ideologically-breakaway Mekhanites (kind of meant to allude to the sectarian split in the original GoI). Aram, being Aram, lies about this to Heddy, further hammering in the parallel between them. Unfortunately the article was already getting inflated so I killed that but you're pretty on the money with regards to Hedara being a more... honest counterbalance to her husband.

Poor Mekhane, though. I'm sure someone will dig her up again eventually.

[dinrelsanddragons]

Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse?

And bow would you describe your favorite OC

SO MUCH of this blog's base verses were made in collaboration with reginalucem. I'm not kidding. I came up with most things on my own, but these were ideas that I threw at her over discord and got feedback about.

Fennec was the start– her muse Maire (on aktinxvoliia) took a liking to him and they just started interacting in Tumblr IM, which spilled into Discord, and then I made a Zelda verse for him, and then I changed everything to be Zelda-based in time. A good few muses I came up with and honed with her! Vair is the main example of this. Other muses were already original characters, but I altered them and made them into Zelda-appropriate characters (Hubert).

As for my favorite OC? That's probably Lambda. She is a dumb blonde, but she is the sweetest dumb blonde you will ever meet. She loves her family (the one that raised her, that is) to bits, and it's a good thing, because her power comes from love.

[lilmerh]

*you received [1 free coupon to spam about eric williams]

This ask is for the OC Eric Williams, you can find him here @eric-williams-madness (and @mina-lmaooo), his roleplay blog. <3

Imma post the Discord rant bc I love it

His autistic traits went unnoticed for years and he got in a lot of trouble for it. He started becoming very angry because no one accommodated him, they saw him as an unruly child who acted out for no good reason, and ought to be "set straight".

Some teachers were more understanding than others. Some weren't. His own mother was nagging, overbearing, and got angry with him herself when he "threw tantrums". His father isn't in the picture (either bc he divorced or just works a lot, undecided), and since his mother wasn't very understanding of him, he didn't have many adult figures he could trust.

He also had trouble connecting with his peers. In his early life, he didn't talk to many other kids, and in his school life, he was already burdened with not being accommodated, and had issues managing his emotions as a result. Kid didn't make any close friends.

After standing up to someone who bullied Mina (he threw a book in her face), the two became friends. Mina was also a lonely kid at that time. They became super close, and Mina comforted him about his troubles with feeling isolated.

In his teen years, after having reflected on his life a lot, he discovered he was autistic. He talked to Mina about his self realization a lot, and encouraged by her he got an official diagnosis.

Making a case for him was easy. His entire school life was filled with glowing neon signs. After his diagnosis, his self realization grew even more, eventually into acceptance.

He still has a strained relationship with his mother, but they're getting along moderately better. She still isn't perfect (such as still being overly touchy when he sometimes isn't), but after discovering her kid's autistic, she's taking strides to accept and accommodate her son.

Eric's still processing all the alienation he endured during his childhood and the bad treatment he got from his mother. He knows she loves him, and that she did her best with the information she had at the time.

Still, the two don't have a very close bond. He wouldn't tell her, but he still has some resentment for how she dealt with his autistic traits. He realises that him going undiagnosed for so long isn't necessarily her fault, but he still wishes he got more loving treatment from her rather than scolding. Same from the school.

With Eric, I will try tackling the subject that is POC getting recognised, accommodated and diagnosed at a lesser rate than white children. This is one of the strongest reasons he never got clocked as "autistic" by anyone else. Especially as "angry/aggressive" is an insidious subconscious stereotype about black men, especially dark skinned men (which he is).

Discord rant over. The question that led to this was if he had something fucked up in his life. Lol.

Eric originally started as a very underdeveloped character. His first moment came when I was using a Picrew (Witchsona) and making lots of designs. I had created a black boy with square glasses and a half-dyed blue hair. I liked this design a lot, so overtime I expanded on his character more. Most of him clicked when I decided to make him autism! I then proceeded to project onto him. I described some of it above, though only his struggles.

He started out as a more sarcastic, blunt, and quiet character, but I've since made him more dramatic and passionate (still has his sarcasm though). He also started out a bit angrier. I've since given him some stuff that makes him really happy :D

Mina (family name undecided), being one of them. She's been his best friend since early childhood. She was pretty understanding of his anger management issues despite not knowing wtf autism was. When he came to her about potentially being autistic, she was like "that makes A LOT of sense". She's pretty much the first person who respected him. They met when Eric stood up to a person being mean to her (he hit the person with a book). Mina herself was pretty lonely due to othering and her own personal- and health issues. The two became best friends :> they lovingly insult each other & help the other deal with their insecurities & have fun together.

His sister, Emma Williams, is also a source of joy in his life. He loves her so much. He'd do anything for her. She's a lot younger than him. He's generally picky with physical touch, but she's free to hug him whenever. He has a strained relationship with his mom, as mentioned above, and doesn't see his dad that often.

Special interests include: science in general, space, the planet Saturn, the colour blue and the English language. (Do not ask me in-depth questions about any of these bc I guarantee with 90% certainty I do not know the answer.) He likes reading n studying and could most likely give you the answer to a question if it's something he was interested in.

Mans also gay. Homo. Fagott. He figured that out when he was like 14 and didn't think much about it after that. It didn't matter to him, except now he knew he liked kissing boys. Speaking of men, he also has a boyfriend named Damian. He's a bit boring tbh. The only reason I keep him around as an OC is because they're pretty cute together.

I have to go do stuff, so I don't have time to add more to this, but here you go. (I think you/Sam knows most of this anyway)

[booperbeanv3]

Asougi Family Watermelon technique

[julesthoughts]

Revenge of the Rotten Tomatoes

A/N: I was asked to turn one of my dreams into a short story. Thanks goes out to @hacked-by-jake Discord Server. The story is just bullshit my brain made up. Enjoy. :)

Words: 694

Requested from: @hacked-by-jake, @itsnotzka, @fem-moony, @julesisreading, @anabellerose96, @miss-celestia13

TW: I don't know, Violence and fighting scenes. xD

I came home from work exhausted. I quickly changed and then went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. When I wanted to cut the tomatoes, I saw that they were already rotten, "Eww, no tomatoes today." I threw away the tomatoes and ate my sandwich. It was tasty, but the juicy tomato was missing. After I finished the sandwich, I quickly brushed my teeth and then watched some TV while I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up early to the sound of loud banging noises. I went outside to see what was going on, the first thing I heard was panicked screams. I saw a young woman run past my house and get pierced by a green spike. She screamed, looked at me and asked for my help. I ran to her, and another green spike hit her. She kept running until she eventually fell down and stopped moving.

I wanted to run to her when a green spike grazed my arm. I turned around and couldn't believe what I saw there. I ran back into my house and opened the bin, my tomatoes! They were gone. Those out there were the tomatoes I threw away last night!

My cell phone rang, and I saw Jake's name on my display. I took the call, and I heard a panicked Jake, "MC! I hacked your laptop's camera, I saw the tomatoes leave your trash can and roll out of your house. We must do something. I'm on your doorstep, I have guns with me. Come out, we must save the world. And bring a trash bag!”

I saw that I had several notifications of breaking news that tomatoes were attacking the city. That was real! What have I done?! I hung up and stormed out the front door. He handed me one of his guns and stuffed the trash bag into his backpack. We ran out into the street and there were 6 tomatoes. They turned to us and let themselves roll towards us. Jake yelled, "Dodge!"

Why were they so big? No time to ask questions! Action is appropriate! I shot the first tomato and it popped but it healed on its own. I looked helplessly at Jake, and he shouted, "The stalks! Shoot the stalks!"

I shot the stalks and the first tomato popped and deflated like a burst balloon. The liquid spilled all over the street and I had some of its seeds stuck to my clothes. The other tomatoes got angry, and their green leaves turned into spikes and spun like a circular saw. A thousand green spikes flew at us like mad. I did an air roll and hid behind my house wall.

Jake shot one of the stalks of the tomatoes and the next tomato burst and its liquid ran like a river across the street. I did several air rolls until I was across the street and standing next to Jake. He pressed himself against the wall of the house and with one quick movement he shot the nearest stalk. "Three left," I stated, shooting for the next one.

I shot again and then again. My gun was empty, Jake nodded knowingly and fired at the last tomato. When the last tomato burst, we went to the place where the huge ones were before. There they were, my tomatoes from last night. In their original size and rottenness. Jake pulled the trash bag out of his backpack and held it open while I tossed the tomatoes into the trash bag. One of them tried to bite me, but I managed to throw it in the trash bag.

Jake tied the garbage bag shut and I stepped on the bag with all my might and crushed the tomatoes. We went home and showered after this adventure. In the evening we invited the others and we all sat together around a cozy campfire. I threw the tomatoes on the fire and let them burn there so nothing like this could ever happen again. We talked and laughed, but there was something we didn't know.

We forgot to throw away one tomato.

It was still out there...

[ceresoktavia]

🍁 and ☕️ for the fall ask game! :D

uhuhuhuhuhu ... someone opened pandora's box :3

thank you for asking me and giving me a chance to ramble ❤

🍂 leaves: what does your editing process look like? how does your wip typically change as you work on it?

whenever I work on a wip it goes through several stages:

First there is the head theatre stage, which is basically me repeating scenes and stuff in my head, pretty vividly, over and over again until it clicks and makes sense to me

This is followed by the notebook stage, where I write by hand, slow and methodically, having braces in between text sometimes with a rough idea of what should belong there

Then there's the first digital stage, which often is the final stage. I break out the tab or sit down on my puter and type, and type and type, correct shit, type again, type some more and at some point I sit there with a rough chapter.

Buts (!) there is a expection to this, and that is the nowadays rare occasion of a muse smooching me so hard I type up a whole chapter in detail in one or two sessions.

sometimes on stream over discord for people I hold dear, but that's another story 👉👈

☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

Ye okay ... the thing is, which one?

tbh I got a fuckton of OC's 😅, so I'll just go with the one I threw into the world of Ao3 (in terms of animexx, there is no animexx), as well as the three main girls of an original story that spans over several millenia :3

Marlianken (Overlord OC): Girl is the workaholic to end all workaholics, so to get her to relax in the first place is challenging, to put it mildly. But when she does (get beaten to do so, hehehe), she goes mostly for a classic, which is a hot bath, a glass of wine and a good book.

Delilah: She's very old. Like old old. To the point where 'modern' technology confuses or downright scares her. Also she already lives in the asscrack of nowhere, so her days are pretty calm to start with and she makes a point of pacing herself. But if she needs to calm down, she strolls out into the woods around the village she lives in. In rainy weather at best, cause less people :3

Diane: the most broken character I ever wrote tbh ... she's blind, has a weak heart and is the kind of chosen one that never wanted all of that bull in the first place and is very salty about people just kicking back, letting things get so far south they might as well end up north again while waiting for her, and her siblings, to be born. Her parents are dead, her lover too and she still needs to come to terms with the fact that fullfilling the prophecy made her immortal, so she will lose her siblings to old age some day too. So whenever she needs to relax, she goes for a hard shutdown; which includes noice canceling headphones, a hammock seat and music loud enough to drown out her own thoughts. Maybe a tee and fuzzy socks too ... if it's cold enough

finally, Vanessa: she grew up extremly sheltered, raised not by her parents, but her ancestors, who treated her like their own kid. For the longest time she was the madeningly happy sunshine child you'd expect to come out of this bubbled, loved uprising. That all changed with the day she learned that she's basically unkillable. Now whenever she needs to relax, she lays down in her bed, darkens the room and plays an recording from her childhood, where two of her ancestors sing a calming tune.