#I have mentioned them in some posts of mine—

[lostintheljghts]

sincaraz fic recs pls!!! xx

ohhhh i was waiting for this one!!

a couple of disclaimers:

i've read a lot of sincaraz fanfictions and i couldn't possibly include them all. I'll try my best, but if you see this post and think of a ff that wasn't included, please do share it!!

there are a lot of authors that have written multiple sincaraz ffs (the first that come to mind are @deliriouslyshipping and @n1mmue), I encourage you to read everything they've posted!! but as they are a lot I'll only include a couple here.

please be aware of the tags before reading the fics, I switch a lot between canon compliant and aus.

last but not least, you might notice an abundance of vers/bottom jannik here. this is a matter of personal preference, all I have to say is that the recent bbl he got converted me skjfddj but again, a lot of the authors included write both dynamics!!

This Is How You Love the Sun by nimmue -a post rg final angsty one shot. what can I say, I love angst. Over You, Only Me by nimmue -this might not be everyone's cup of tea, but it def is mine. listen, I might be projecting, but I love the concept of mean top carlos (especially bc it's so starkingly different from how he is outside of the bedroom). abo is also really controversial but honestly idgaf ksjdfhskjh we're here to have fun.

let down and hanging around by shayvrides -another post rg final fic. what can I say, it left us traumatized. this time it's more spicy than angsty tho. the winner takes it all by bangonoscah -aaaaaaand another one!! loved the dialogues here.

the more i try to get a grip on it, i slip into you by pinkcaraz (litenvitkanin) -this is the filth I love eheh. did I mention I love angst? yeah, that also includes loving when a character thinks their feelings aren't reciprocated. add all this in a spicty context where one of them is so horny he can't help but say the other's name when they think they're alone...yeah, loved it

Way Too Deep (But I'm Into It) by deliriouslyshipping -it's way too difficult to choose only a couple of their works but how can I not choose the uni!au, AND WHAT I JUST SAW THERE'S PART THREE POSTED NOW SKJDFSKJHFSD CAN'T WAIT TO READ. part one might not be everyone's cup of tea with the fact that there's a girl involved too, but I loved it.

yeah it's impossible i can't choose. they have wayy to many great fics. do yourself a favour and read them all here deliriouslyshipping.

If you wanted honesty that's all you had to say by Cassie (BADFalcon) -small hilarious one shot, loved darren here

umiltà by niccolos -please please please read this. one of my fav sincaraz fanfics ever, I think. carlos subtly flexing might be one of the hottest things ever. I wish I knew you (back when we were both small) by serve_cunt  -i loooove f1!aus. like, I love them. Please writers feed me I need more sincaraz as drivers fighting for wc.

you pull my strings (and I like it) by liefde -this was a really interesting au. and honestly now that jannik singer became a reality with the bocelli feat, this is only more hilarious in how accurate it could be.

Can't you see that I'm melting by lostintheljghts -yeah im being shameless here...this one's mine. to be honest I haven't read it in a good month and writing it now i'd change a lot of things, but oh well...if you give it a shot lemme know what you think!

Flying In a Dream, Stars By The Pocketful by JujubeeJones -really light and fluffy one shot from when things were good and sincaraz fans were thriving :') I feel like im missing a lot of great fics, but my mind is blanking right now. I hope this will keep you sated for some time <3 Please people do add fics to this list if you want to!!

[ckret2]

Hey, well I am a follower of yours. Also someome who has posted some stuff here on Tumblr. What advice would you recommend to get attention to posts?

I love that you make pretty art to lure in readers too. Content is good.

pretty art. You've figured that part out.

tag ur posts. With the fandom, with the characters, with the kind of content it is ("art," "headcanons," "gifs" whatever). Tumblr's tagging system is, in fact, functional these days, and people do use it to find posts they like! I do! When I wanna find stuff that might interest me I browse actual tags 20x as often as I look at the for you tab

use RELEVANT tags. On some sites it's normal to throw on irrelevant tags "for reach." On tumblr it makes you a douchebag. If I'm browsing a character's tag and I see a piece of fanart that doesn't include or even mention the character I'm looking for and yet has their tag, I will block that artist and never see anything they make ever again.

make your blog easy to navigate. This ties into tagging. idk what you make but let's say art. Tag all your art "#my art" or whatever you want and link your art tag in your pinned post. If somebody sees one of your art posts and likes it, they're gonna want to go to your blog and find more. MAKE IT EASY FOR THEM. if you don't tag any of your art and there's 200 reblogs in between your art posts they're just gonna leave rather than scroll long enough to find the next one.

interact with other people. I don't mean fishing for interactions, "hey your art's cool wanna come look at mine?" Just TALK TO people. You see a post you like the ideas of, reblog it and compliment OP's work in the tags, or leave a comment continuing the discussion they started in the post, whatever. When people see your name regularly they'll probably click on it and look at your blog and THEN they'll see your stuff. If they like it they like it. If they don't, you'll still be having more fun because you're participating in your fandom rather than standing on the side hoping someone looks at you.

don't cringe at yourself for your own creations when you post them. "here's my art sorry this looks bad," "I know this is kinda shitty," using something like "#[your name] shut up" or "#[your name]'s shitty writing" in your personal tags. Not only does it make you feel worse about your creations, it also TELLS THE VIEWERS that it's shit and they should see it that way—and that has a subconscious effect. Just put it out there, don't apologize, don't discourage the people who DO like it. If you've gotta cringe at yourself do it IRL or in DMs where people browsing your blog won't see. The more amateurish or corny or self-indulgent you think your post is & the more you're afraid it might embarrass you, the more important it is that you post it without flinching.

the most important point is "make stuff that interests people and that they wanna look at." I don't know how to teach you how to do this. I have no clue what appeals to people, I'm the person that keeps getting questions about Bill Cipher's menstrual cycle.

[auraisereigh]

"Butterflies and Scars"

chapter twenty- seven

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson f!reader (Star!) Words: 1.0K Blurb: In the safety of Brennan’s arms, sleep comes without fear—for the first time in too long. As morning fades into evening, warmth lingers between whispered words, healing scars, and a single glowing butterfly. And in the quiet, she finally understands what’s been blooming in her heart all along. ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. Brief mention of past injury, Refrence to nightmares and sleep paralysis, emotional vulnerbility, soft intimacy. A/N: i exist, at last. i've had some the most difficult months behind me and i didn't write much but now i graduated i have more time to figure things out so hopefully things will get better and i'll be able to post regulary again. Habe fun reading this chapter. It's one of my favs <3

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"I'd prefer to marry for love than for power."

Recovered Correspondece From Miss Riorson, First In Line For The Aretian Duchy to Unknown.

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The night passed peacefully for once. No nightmares. No terrors. Just pure... peace.

I turn in bed, quickly realizing it's not my own.

Oh shit.

Brennan is still asleep, his arm draped across my waist. Just then it hits me—yesterday, Brennan brought me to his room because I was so worn out. I must’ve slept not only through the day but also through the entire night.

My heart skyrockets, and a flush threatens to rise in my cheeks. I turn slightly to get a better look at his face. His arm tightens slightly around me, but he doesn’t wake. He’s still deep in sleep.

My hand gently cups his cheek. Lord, he's so perfect. I trace his jaw, then the soft stubble lining it. Something blooms in my heart—maybe it’s love, finally blooming. A flower bud slowly unfolding, vibrant and fragile, destined to survive storms and sunshine alike.

I tilt my head slightly when I notice a faint line by his collarbone, just a shade lighter than the rest of his skin.

Two fingers gingerly pull down the collar of his shirt, following the scar's path to where it stops over his heart.

I grimace slightly. It's the scar from when my father shot him. It’s mostly healed now—just a patchwork of thin lines where the arrow must’ve broken skin. The deepest marks are still right over his heart.

Before I can think further, a hand catches mine and a small gasp escapes me as Brennan's fingers wrap around mine, gently pulling them away from his shirt.

“You really like poking around, huh?” he murmurs, amusement lacing his sleep-infused voice.

His voice is rough and low, and I swear the sound of it alone makes butterflies stir in my stomach.

The arm that had rested over my waist pulls me a little closer. “Tell me if I’m crossing a line,” he mumbles, his hand flexing lightly against my hip.

“You’re not,” I answer simply.

My hand moves back to his face, and this time I trace the contours of his temple, down to his brow, then along his cheekbone.

“You slept forever. Thought you were going into hibernation,” he teases. His voice is still warm and raspy with sleep, and it makes my magic flutter inside me.

If there’s one thing I’ve always known, it’s that my magic responds to my emotions. Whether that’s by design or just my lack of control, I’ve never really figured out.

“I slept well. No nightmares. No waking up,” I whisper. I’d almost forgotten what peaceful sleep even felt like. There was always something—nightmares, terrors, sometimes even sleep paralysis like that one night Naolin visited. Sleeping through it all felt strangely foreign. I’d gotten so used to the noise. To have none now... it’s a quiet I don’t know how to trust.

His lips curve into a soft smile. He cups my cheek, thumb tracing slow, soothing circles that almost lull me back to sleep.

“Don’t let go,” I whisper, voice raw and vulnerable.

“I won’t,” he murmurs without hesitation.

I dip my head against his chest, and his arms wrap fully around my back.

His warmth. The warmth of his sheets. The scent on his pillow—his scent.

Everything else falls away, and for now, all I want to do is exist. In these arms. With this warmth. Existing without fear, without noise.

This is the kind of quiet I could stay in.

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I don’t remember closing my eyes again. It’s the evening sun casting golden light through the window that finally wakes me.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” Brennan’s voice drifts in, sweet and teasing. I blink at him, then groan softly. Sleeping all day? Dreamy. Realizing you probably had things to do? Nightmare.

And this idiot—this sweet, thoughtful idiot—just let me sleep. Like nothing mattered except my peace.

He laughs softly and tugs me back to him. “Don’t worry, Felix stopped by. He knows you’re here.”

I roll onto my stomach and glance at the nightstand besides his bed. “That makes it worse,” I deadpan.

His laugh grows louder. He leans over me, chest brushing mine. “Don’t want to be caught in my bed, is that it?” he teases.

“Meh. That’s not the worst part,” I mutter half-sarcastic.

He presses his temple to mine, and my cheeks go red. My heart hammers in my chest—and for a second, it’s like all I can feel is him.

I feel it before I see it: a red, glowing butterfly fluttering through the room. Tiny, warm, and unmistakably mine. A visible echo of my magic. Of what I’m feeling.

My eyes widen. It’s not like I can stop it—it’ll keep flapping until I calm down.

“That’s yours?” he asks, going still.

“Yep,” I sigh, flopping my head back onto his pillow.

A few moments later I lift my head again. The butterfly, once fluttering, now rests calmly on Brennan’s finger.

I tilt my head. Over the last two months, I’ve had realization after realization about how I feel about him. For a long time, I wasn’t sure—romantic love has always been this confusing, messy thing for me.

But right now… here, like this… I know.

I want this. I want us.

I want a love like the kind I read about in novels. I want him by my side through every storm, every quiet morning. I want to trust him, stay loyal to him, and let him see every piece of me.

I bite my lip softly as I watch the butterfly shift its wings, still perched on his hand.

His chin comes to rest on my head. One arm rests gently beneath my chin. My lips curve up in a quiet, content smile.

I know it now.

I love him.

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[magixfairyix]

Light Rock Monastery: Log 01

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Journal entries of Darcy Jenrae of Zenothe, Stormy Priary of Linfea, and Icy Sheva of Diamond coteloguing the events that took place before the War of the Army of Decay.

Collected from dorm 273 of Cloud Tower College for Witches on 12/6/2005, at 11:23 am.

Notes: Return to Headmistress Griffin post-analysis.

Status of Entries Collection: Incomplete

Concerning Events: Physical abuse, emotional abuse, emotional distress, familial death, blood, and murder. No event mentioned in the entries has been censored from the original text, so the harsh events are depicted as they were experienced.

Colleagues for Journal Review: @s12-kittie @thewillowofveles @darlenicy @melissathettpdmember @theheaddaphnestan

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Same Old Energy—Darcy

24/9/1998

I was going to wish for my family to be happy. It's the Festival of the New Night on Zenothe, and I was going to wish that we'd be happy. The bonfire is in a short bit, and I'm glad my moms allowed me to stay up for the entire night for the celebration.

I think I would have run out of the house anyway if they said not to, which is funny. I don't think mom or momma would get mad if I did. They never get mad at me.

But the headaches have gotten worse, and I want to wish for them to go away. I might be dramatic. But they hurt a lot. Especially when I sleep. It's not fun at all, and I hate them.

26/9/1998

Momma took me to another family on Zenothe who knows more about dual magic. Momma has psychic magic, but I can tell that she's confused why mine hurts so much. Mom doesn't have shadow magic, so it's weird that I do. Have both.

I know the grandma of the family has dark magic. That's psychic and shadow magic at once, and it is rare. I know a lot of people have one or the other on Zenothe, and mom tells me that it's because our magic comes from someone named Liliss, even though Liliss' energy is older than her recent manifestation.

She died eleven years ago during a war, because she and her sisters killed a lot of people and did bad things.

I don't want to become someone like that...

26/9/1998

I'm old enough not to cry when things go wrong, but now I'm thinking that I did something wrong. Mom was cuddling me a few hours ago while I cried, so I'm glad she was there at least.

The grandma we visited yesterday didn't tell me what was going on (I think) and she tried to hurt me. I had some tea, but it tasted weird and then momma started to scream. At the grandma. Not at me.

I knew it was hemlock...

Why did she try to kill me?

I think she wanted to take me from mom and momma.

What did I do wrong?

4/12/1998

School hasn't been going so well this year. I should be glad that the semester is over and that I'm free to relax, but I don't have much to do. Ami, Tyren, and Rem don't hang out with me much anymore. Their loss, I guess, but it still hurts.

They say it's because their parents don't like me, apparently. Again, their loss. Momma was reassuring me by telling me that some people just don't understand others or what they're going through. Maybe they don't like me much anymore because I'm struggling in classes from all the headaches and the nightmares.

I've tried teas, and different remedies, but they don't work.

Mom told me to catalogue my dreams, or nightmares, or whatever they are. She was also talking to momma about telling me something when I turn sixteen, and I hope it'll clear this situation up.

5/3/1999

The woman is there in my dreams again. She tells me not to tell my parents about it and part of me doesn't want to. I don't want her to scream at me again or lash out at me. I don't know how someone slapping you in the face can hurt in dreams, but it does.

What's the Dragon Flame?

13/6/2000

My head hurts too much...

I don't want to cry anymore. I just want to sleep. But I can't. I don't want to see the woman in my nightmares. She always has a mask on her face, but her eyes glow, and her four arms horrify me.

She makes me scared of myself. She says that I'm a weapon, but I don't know what for. That she's my purpose and that, if I want to find peace, all I have to do is dedicate my life to her. Maybe it's a spirit.

I know how to try to banish those.

14/6/2000

Don't banish her again don't try to banish her again.

Do not.

Please...

2/10/2001

I don't sleep much, because I don't want to see the woman. I know her name now. Liliss. The same witch we Zenothians get our magic from, which scares me. I don't know why someone like her (a ghost, and a powerful one) is bothering with me.

A lot of "donts" I guess...

All this has been going on for a while, but I want to write it down before I lose the motivation to. Or if Liliss finds out that I've been writing down what she's done. It's not like I would show this to anyone, but I know she doesn't like it when I say things against her.

I can admit how bad things are, now, I guess...

After a year of the 'dreams.'

Liliss doesn't like me much either, I think. I remember momma telling me when I was six that some ancestors, spirits, or ghosts are not meant to be called upon or connected to because of how malicious they are.

She wants me to worship her, I think. I know enough about magic to know now that the dreams are psychic communications. I think I'd prefer if the 'dreams' are from my own thoughts...

I think I will tell mom and momma about this on my birthday in a week, because things have gotten bad. I have hope that they can help me. More than Liliss can.

It hurts now that I know that... everything wasn't a dream. This ghost is present and wants to hurt me, but she says she's doing me a favour by doing so. By the dragon, I despise getting hit in the dreams.

Now it's hard for me to sleep, and my parents can tell something is wrong. When I don't see Liliss I see other things. Like mom and momma dead, and my arms dripping in blood. Sometimes I get swallowed up by shadows and my body decays like a corpse.

I'm scared to tell them because I know Liliss will hurt me. She yells a lot in the communications between us if I do something wrong. It's been hurting me in real life, too.

I knew that when mom and I passed a couple arguing near the main coven building. I know the yelling wasn't from Liliss. But I flinched, and mom didn't understand why I was close to crying when we walked away. It feels wrong. I know I can show my emotions to them, but I don't want to be a burden when they've been trying so hard to get rid of my headaches and everything.

(This is a long entry, but I need to write it.)

Liliss touches my hair, too. It hurts. I've only let my mom and momma touch my hair for all of my life (I mean, besides myself) because it's something important to me. But I'm not allowed to stop her when she does. I did try to, and...

I'm only writing this down to tell my parents...

Don't be so fucking weak.

When I tried to bat her hand away, she hit me. She's done it before, but this time her nails scratched into my face, and it hurt more than usual. I won't cry while writing this...

She... grabbed my arm and dragged me to my knees. She said a lot of things. That I have no use, that I'm pathetic. Maybe I am. I had tried to get up maybe to run but she hit me again. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG! I GET HURT FOR EVERY DAMN THING I DO.

What... what did I do to deserve this...

I... I feel nauseous writing this. Mom and momma are out, so if I cry, then they won't see. Maybe I will cry. Liliss made me pray to her after that and I... I hated it. I wanted to die.

She's hurt me for a year, even though I didn't do anything. If I actually did something wrong, I would apologize. Momma always taught me that, but I... I don't think I did anything. I just don't know why I get hurt so much or why Liliss hates me...

I didn't want to get down on my knees and pray to her, but I had to. I didn't want to show that respect to the ghost who hurt me and told me that having her magic is my only worth; my only use. I can't even address her by name and I have to call her 'mistress' and...

I have to tell mom and momma.

I don't know how much longer I can take this.

I'll also ask them about the Dragon Flame Liliss mentioned.

8/10/2001

I'm glad and grateful that I was given this magic.

I'm glad and grateful that I was given all of it on this day.

I'm glad and grateful that I can leave my past behind me.

Everyone's in a coma and it's my fault.

I'm glad and grateful for my Ancestor's guidance.

She did it.

Praise Liliss.

I'm sorry.

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Cup Runeth Over—Stormy

2/4/1998

I found a diary in the attic. I'm going to write in it. Not much else to do. School sucks as usual. Dad and mom are yelling at each other again and I think they're arguing about me.

3/4/1998

I think my magic's pretty cool. Mom doesn't like it. Dad likes it even less. Something about our family line not having any storm magic and something something about me being an abomination compared to everyone else on Linfea.

He said something about a dead lady named Tharma. I didn't hear much. Maybe I'm special. Maybe Tharma had storm magic too and that makes both of us special.

If it's bad to create tiny little tornadoes and clouds (it's really fun) then I guess I'm doing what a witch should. Dad is a warlock so I don't know why he's so judgmental.

He didn't do well in school either, so, I guess he's just rude. I would say something worse, but he's still my dad. They both think I'm an idiot and I hate it. I don't do well in school. Sometimes I don't understand when they're being rude, but damn.

Mom didn't have to call me an idiot.

4/4/1998

Parents suck.

I hate them.

Fucking. Hate. Them.

17/11/1998

I'm gonna pass this year! We'll do it!

26/1/1999

I... did not pass this year.

5/3/1999

Mom and dad have gotten more angry at each other because I have to retake all the classes I failed during break. It sucks. I wanted to enjoy myself, but now I have to do something I suck at. Flower magic.

I don't have any friends either. I think it's because their parents tell them to stay away from me, because sometimes they're nice and will compliment me on my outfit or tap me awake if I fall asleep.

ALSO! BIG NEWS! I WAS RIGHT! FUCKING RIGHT!!!

I LEARNED MORE ABOUT THAT DEAD LADY THARMA!!!

Dad says dinner is ready so I have to go. I don't really want to go downstairs because of all the comments I have to avoid and act like I don't understand how weird my family is emotionally. Not everyone's family has fights every night.

I guess I just got bad luck.

6/3/1999

DESPITE crying myself to sleep last night (mom said something rude again, and I was shaky while eating. Not my damn fault I have to walk around eggshells all the time) I slept well, because I saw Tharma!

I don't know how it's possible to see ghosts in dreams (I mean yeah I'm a witch, I should know this, but I didn't pay attention when Mr. Erit was lecturing about it) but I DID. I'd like to tell mom and dad because maybe then they'll see that their daughter isn't a failure, but I think dad wouldn't be happy.

Oh right. Tharma was the one I saw.

She's cool though! Not as cool as me of course, but she likes my magic. She says that it comes from her and that I'm her descendant, which is insane. I have a cool ghost as a great great great (more greats?) grandmother.

And, um, she's nice to me. More than mom every was. Tharma does tell me that I have an important destiny and that it's important for me to listen to her, but I think I will! She smiles at me when I do something right, and I think that's good.

Maybe this is my second chance at a normal family.

13/5/2000

I've been a bit busy in the dream/visions/pocket dimension that I've been talking to Tharma in, so I'm not doing any better in school. But I can finally use my magic better! I can create stable clouds now!

2/8/2000

Tharma says that if I keep working hard on my magic and listen to her (not that there's a lot of rules), then she says that I will have a family soon. Or a coven. I would like to have a sister or two.

Covens are powerful. I think that if I become part of a coven that it will be the most powerful one yet, and the most sisterly coven of them all. Something unchanging.

Yeah. I'd like that.

25/2/2001

I have a lot more magic than I'm used to, and I told Tharma about it. Instead of my clouds and lightning sparks being easy to control it feels like there's too much inside me.

She said that more of her magic is going into me. I don't mind that, but it's a bit annoying for me. She said that on the eighth of November this year all her magic will be inside me and that I should prepare for it.

I can do this.

I don't want to disappoint mother Tharma.

8/10/2001

Today is the day I succeed and I do my best to keep control of the magic. Mom and dad are out of the house so I don't have to worry about hurting anyone. I feel powerful and I like it. Even when I'm just sitting on my bed it feels like I can take on the entire world with all the energy and power inside me.

9/10/2001

Um. I don't have much of my old family anymore. Dad is alive but he was very angry at me because I... I killed mom. I didn't mean to but she was yelling and yelling and I didn't have time to take control of my magic before some of my lightning killed her.

Can't say I feel guilty.

I feel guilty I don't feel guilty.

I think I would be in jail. But before dad almost took me away, a girl (a witch) my age come out of the shadows and took me with her. It hurt my lungs to swallow the darkness or whatever it was, but then we were in a field.

Her name is Darcy and she seems nice. There are dark bags under her eyes, and she's shaky a lot. But maybe this is the start to the coven Tharma told me about.

We're going to a planet called Magix next.

Thank you, Tharma.

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Burn Your Village—Icy

5/7/1998

As per usual, I had to ensure that Sapphire had not disappeared to the palace gardens of Diamond before the meeting with our parents. I do not quite know what I expected from my little sister, and yet, I had hoped that she would refrain from causing any sort of mischief.

Alas, she was late and mother and father sent me off to find her. I did so with a smile because, despite how stressful it is to have a handle on a girl as energetic as Sapphire, she is my sister, whom I adore.

On days such as these, though, I tend to worry that she is a better fit for the crown than I am. Of course, I am only thirteen, and I don't have to concern myself with these matters for several more years.

Despite that, I can't help but think a position of power would go to waste if placed in my unsure hands.

-Icy Sheva of Diamond

2/3/1999

Mother had taken me on a walk through the archives of the west wing in the palace. I had yet to wander through that area. On the other hand, I am sure that Sapphire had raced through there whilst sneaking past the palace staff.

She discussed with me the importance of knowing the good and the unpleasant of the past of any kingdom, and that a lack of understanding of such matters only leads to ignorance; it is something I do not wish to be.

I did not quite feel at home among the portraits of the dignified relatives of my family. Not many of them looked like I did; my blonde hair, that, at the very least, in my opinion, makes me appear less intimidating than the rest.

There was one queen of the past who had passed eleven years ago during a war that she and her coven had started, and part of me has to wonder why anyone would seek power to the extent. I looked quite like her, though her blonde hair was pin-straight like father's.

Belladonna.

-Icy Sheva of Diamond

5/3/1999

I am not the type to dream much, but since I had a vivid sort of dream last night, I suppose I should catalogue it if it ever becomes important in the future. Belladonna was in the dream, and I was at her side; both of us were seated on thrones of ice.

The girl in the dream looked different than I do now; she had pale white hair, straight down to her knees. She looked powerful and regal, far more than I ever felt like I could be.

-Icy Sheva of Diamond

24/8/2000

I suppose that the recent dreams have been giving me a sort of confidence I have lacked for the majority of my lifetime. Despite the gaps in my knowledge of witchcraft and my magical abilities, due to the fact that I had always found more motivation and use in studying politics and economics, I have grown to question if my dreams could possibly be something more.

Within these dreams, Belladonna has started to speak to me. She is truly the sort of queen I would aspire to be, if not for the war she and her coven had started that led to deaths upon deaths. I had asked her why she had started the destruction, and she simply responded: "To have power inside oneself is to forever crave it, and control."

I can admit now with certainty that Belladonna is far more cryptic than some of the passive-aggressive royal advisers father has been speaking with lately. Speaking of which, I have questioned telling mother and father about Belladonna, but then I worry that all this newfound confidence would leave me, and I would soon be left unfit for the throne.

For the betterment of my kingdom, I will continue this.

-Icy Sheva of Diamond

2/12/2000

Belladonna had told me to remember all the pieces of advice and lessons she has taught me so far, and so that I do not pose the risk of forgetting such things, I thought it well within the benefit of myself and my kingdom to write them down.

She tells me that to be powerful is to be merciless, which is something my parents or any of my tutors had never told me. I had never seen myself as ruthless either. Nor Sapphire. Far from it, even.

Deep down, I do feel a certain sort of guilt for hiding something such as this from my parents, but this is something special, I feel like. There has always been my concern of not being good enough to take on the throne of Diamond when I come of age, but if an ancestor as powerful as Belladonna sees it worth her while to bother with me, then I am determined not to disappoint her as I have myself.

-Icy Sheva of Diamond

8/10/2001

This will be my last entry, at least in this specific journal. I do not deserve to touch the pages of the journal Sapphire had given me, because I had ruined both her and my kingdom. Though I suppose it is no longer my kingdom.

Belladonna has told me not to reminisce on the past, and I am determined to leave these thoughts behind me as I write them down and begin to move towards the future so close to my grasp. One where I will not make cowardly mistakes again, like I did on this day.

I had cried at first when I saw my palace freeze over in ice, and when an imposing and terrible witch cursed Sapphire into the body of a young snow fox. Now, I believe Belladonna that to be powerful is to be merciless. That witch did not deserve mercy. She never will after what she has done to my family, kingdom, and my life.

Belladonna gave me power, and I swore to her that I would do what I could within this new power to earn back what I owe. I now feel a storm of ice and fury within my veins instead of soft flurries of snow, and a determination.

I will enroll in Cloud Tower College for witches as I was told, and seek the two others Belladonna had told me to search for. Belladonna, too, had two coven sisters.

Now I will not make the same mistakes.

I am a leader.

-Icy Sheva

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[wanderingmind867]

I got three reblogs or comments, so I'm gonna try to respond to all of them here. With there only being three things to respond to, I feel like i'm now capable of responding to everyone (even if I take a while). Let's see...

@opossumpal: Man-Bat isn't a bad favourite batman villain. He's not mine, but I can see the appeal there. You mention that there's a metaphor for disability contained within his original pre crisis character, and it's a metaphor that does work. It's like with werewolves. They have to work around this painful transformation that comes at them when they least want it.

Werewolves and Man-Bat remind me of things like what Two-Face, Black Mask or The Hulk represent too. The concept of a second self buried within. Werewolves and these other characters aren't evil, but they are angry and occasionally violent. And usually their original self tries to hide their violent self by burying them deep inside. I swear I made a post about this long ago. But I kind of prefer werewolves to vampires, whatever the case.

@southernfreakinggothic: Green Goblin makes as a favourite Spider-Man villain, honestly. He's got a manic quality to him, yet he's also a closed-off billionaire. He's got a combination of a lot of fun qualities. I just didn't list him because I sort of forget about him. I do like him, but Doctor Octopus and Electro and all those others I mentioned stand out more to me, for one reason or another.

@snapcandle: Riddler can be a really fun villain. I just didn't see a lot of him in media as a kid (I don't think). And I was never too good with riddles and puzzles, so I easily forget him sometimes. But when I do remember him, I really do like him. He's definitely in my top 10. d

PS: @snapcandle @southernfreakinggothic Neither of you know many x-men villains, and neither do I. Don't ask me about some of them. Mister Sinister is one I think I saw in a clip from the 90s X-Men show. He still confuses me. I only remember him for his bizarre design. The only comic era that makes sense for me (X-Men wise) is the original 60s era. Nothing else makes sense.

I think Spider Man, Batman, Superman and The X-Men are the four comic book characters (or groups of characters) who've had the most tv and movie appearances. Because of this, I feel like everybody knows these four and their villains pretty well. Perhaps because of that (and because I don't know what else to do with the next few hours), I feel like giving myself a writing challenge. I'm gonna try to write a little bit about my favourite villains from each of these characters rogues galleries.

Batman: Two-Face is the Batman villain I most relate to. His bottled up and repressed anger issues, his indecision and struggles with making choices, his trauma and pain. There's something about the character of Two-Face that speaks to me on a deep and profound level. I also heavily relate to Mr. Freeze, both because I like colder weather and because of his common themes of depression and grief in fiction. Joker is probably my third favourite character, just because he's so funny. But Two-Face and Mr. Freeze are my two favourite Batman villains.

Superman: Normally, I would say Lex Luthor. Lex is intensely tragic sometimes, a man who isn't fully evil. He merely wants attention and affection from the world, attention and affection that he feels he never gets. That's sad, and I find it also very relatable (at least in some ways). But Mxysptlk is also so fun, so he may win by virtue of his incredible comedy. It's probably one of these two villains, but it's hard to pick one.

Spider Man: Doctor Octopus is my favourite spider man villain, although there's three other villains i really like: Electro, Mysterio and Scorpion. Those four all stand out to me, in some way or another. But i'm getting really tired of writing all this, so I'm ending this here.

X-Men: It's Toad. The weak and nervous man who's always being abused by Magneto, toad is probably the only major x-men villain I see myself in. Toad is funny, but he's also relatable and nervous and charming and cowardly and many other adjectives. I didn't love him as a kid, but he's really grown on me over the years.

This took a shockingly long time to write, and an even longer time to poet (considering i've been having stress in some form or another on and off practically all day). To make up for that, I feel like just tagging the first few people I remember following or interacting with who've posted or reblogged stuff about comics. @c00c00pig @marvel-and-moor @billybatsonmylove @southernfreakinggothic @v4guelyv4mpiric @opossumpal

[st4rryyynight]

★riseeee of the— ..borrower!oc.★

[lavernius]

Random 2023 art I never posted.

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[godbirdart]

if there's one [1] thing i will be forever grateful for in the internet era it's the vast variety and availability of pose / anatomy references supplied by photographers and models

i can go online and find PERFECT references for how fat folds crease the skin or how muscles wrap around the body and as someone who habitually draws most of his OCs ~modestly lean~ and wants to hone his skill in other body types, it is literally a godsend to have those refs so readily available

seriously, thank you all models and photographers for providing me the resources i need to expand my art skills i owe u my life

[bucephaly]

People love finding random natives online and dumping their family story on them expecting a reassuring 'of course you're native!!' Lol

Sorry, if you don't wanna reconnect why would you even mention your supposed apache or whatever ancestry. If you aren't connecting to the tribe what does it even matter. 'I find it interesting' so you're using supposed native ancestry as a fun fact to make you look more interesting? How is that different than any other 'great grandma cherokee princess' person. Especially since you apparently have time to research the history of all your ancestral cultures but you don't have time to do genealogy

And of course when I tell them 'assume the stories are fake until you've got actual proof' they block me.

[mabaris]

also. tbh. a little disappointed it seems like taash is Also going to be from the qun, or at least a very recent defect. i was hoping we’d get to see more vashoth characters

[chiropteracupola]

sometimes you start to wonder what the historical record for the guys you made up looks like in the fictional world where they existed. and then you make some fake documents about it.

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea!!!]

[otome-dissection]

It's crazy to me that all the yakuzer guys I have rotating in my head are all so Dog but all in completely different ways

[bulletbilltime]

Oh y'all are sharing Spotify Wrappeds? Oh sure here's mine. I'm still waiting on my actual year-end list though. Yeah I'm making a homebrew year-end chart. Yeah it won't be ready for another 24 days. Yeah I use homegrown weekly data points harvested from local scrobble aggregators. Wait where did everyone go

[unladielike]

So considering the fact I have been roleplaying on Tumblr for, I wanna say... about 10 years now, I think you could conclude my sample size has grown considerably large, meaning I've had my fair share of run ins and encounters with many people over the years; in fact, I've dabbled in various fandoms and even once had over 1000 followers at some point. Granted, I don't really remember everyone I've interacted with, let alone all the mun handles others have gone by because my memory is by no means photographic, but when it comes to the animanga/fandomless OC side of the RPC... I will admittedly be honest and say there are a lot of people I personally dislike as well as people who dislike me (with some having reasons even I'm not always privy to, because some blogs that have me blocked would belong to muns I've never engaged with, IC or OOC-wise, and not everyone would divulge reasons why they may hardblock someone in their rules).

Now, will I go out of my way to publically url-drop these people and put them on my DNI list? No... in fact, I could never bring myself to disclose to someone they had also tagged not only me in a dash meme, but somebody else I have beef with, let alone bring up to a partner that the person they later went on to add to their affiliates/mains list was someone I coincidentally had blocked, because to me, it feels like the fastest way to step on toes.

I mean, thankfully, there hasn't been any circumstance yet where a partner has mentioned a muse I had specifically hardblocked in a thread because very few seemingly treat their affiliates like characters who are specifically connected to their lore the way I do, but I won't lie, it's always so awkward... being tagged in the same dash meme as another mun, who I've been actively trying to avoid, or learning a partner is now affiliated with someone I always couldn't stand. However, I can't bring myself to let a partner know that actually, I have them blocked either, so while I don't care to control who my mutuals interact with because they ultimately get to decide who they associate with at the end of the day, I also can't help worrying that at one point... a partner would eventually mention someone I have beef with in passing conversation, causing me to have to decide on either telling the truth or pretending everything is fine and dandy when it's really not.

Honestly, I've had mutuals who would vent to me about their partners who I either blocked or was blocked by before, but never did a situation arise where a partner would praise someone they're friends with while blissfully unaware I happen to secretly detest them. Then again, I don't doubt it's a thing that may realistically happen, due to the fact that these days, nobody would really know who hates who (unless their partners happen to be involved in drama that's publicly bombarded onto the dash for everyone to see or they have partners that like to gossip about other muns).

However, I'm not so naive as to believe that behind closed doors, people from the RPC haven't potentially talked about me or have been like, 'Yeah, Livi has me blocked :/' to their friends on Discord servers I don't have access to, because I for one have done the same (especially since sometimes, you just gotta air out your grievances privately so it doesn't end up festering inside you). Still, while I don't have any qualms, explaining why I have so and so blocked if asked, I also don't want to trigger situations where one person would be the weird mediator between me and another person I have blocked due to the fact that would be akin to block evasion.

...Nevertheless, I constantly feel as if I have to watch my back despite keeping my offline conversations away from public view and it's so damn exhausting, not knowing when drama would brew. Heck, I remember one time on COAR, a stranger even ended up arguing with someone on my behalf/url-dropping my blog (despite me never wanting them to do so), causing a full blown argument to erupt that spanned more than 100 notes underneath a posted confession. Honestly, it had gotten so bad, the mods had to actually step in and remind everyone they expect them to be civil while commenting on confessions... so I can't help being paranoid that even if I do stay in my own lane, I'll be involved in drama again.

[snekdood]

hey- i hope this goes without saying, but if you ever follow me or interact with my posts and someone contacts you about me or starts harassing you for some reason and it seems to be connected to following me for some reason, or if i rb from you and you suddenly get harassment or something from someone else, or you see someone impersonating me online- please let me know about it. i dont condone that shit. i'm pretty sure this isnt happening, but i often worry that my time spent in the early part of vaush's community has invoked the ire of some neo nazis and/or the fact im p sure my abusive ex is secretly a neo nazi and everything they say about me wrt that is projection and they have neo nazi buddies online- what im saying is i wouldnt be surprised if no-life neo nazi types are trying to manipulate shit on here to make me look a certain way either on behalf of my ex or bc they know my situation and the shit my ex says about me and wants to convince people its true so i get dragged down and either kill myself or join them.