#Moder The Ritual my beloved...

[affectionatecorpse]

I have no justification for this

[herewithinthevoid]

I wanna say something...

[omgsuperstarg]

Shut up and Drive- Toto Wolff x Assistant! Reader

Another one shot with the Capricorn King Toto Wolff. I hope yall like it and subscribe for more

This short is based on this video with him and his lovely wife Susie!!! Ughhh I live for them soo much, they're such a cute and POWERFUL COUPLE!!!!

Alright!!! Let's burn some rubber!!!!!!!!!!

As one of Toto's assistants, it's stipulated that you keep him on track of his appointments and all drama that entails throughout the day. You had your fair share of chaos and it always goes on overdrive on a race weekend. Right now the team is currently in Miami for another Race for the 2023 season and with the sweltering sun and hotter cars it was shaping up to be another fun weekend.

This is your outfit. imagine the Mercedes shirt replacing the blouse

Your gloves

You were multitasking between your computer and Toto and Bono as they analyzed data before the race kicked off when suddenly your best friend and Mercedes' Social Media moderator Jessica approached you.

"Y/N just the girl I wanted to see, I have a fun assignment for you," She says smiling evilly

"Oh boy, I know im gonna regret life choices ", I respond playfully scared.

"Don't worry love, you're going to be doing this assignment with Toto so you'll be safe. How do you feel about driving around the BOSS", she says wringing her hands like a bond villain.

"What are we waiting for, LETS GOO!!", you say pulling her towards the beloved team principal.

Once Toto was caught up to speed, both you and Toto proceeded to the vehicle with your cell phone out to capture it all.

Entering the car, you strapped in your seatbelt and began to record your POV.

"Okay guys, here I am bout to be driven around the track by my Boss. If you don't hear from me again you know who to look at", you say while flipping the camera to show your boss.

"Don't worry, you'll be completely fine and ill even drive slow", the statuesque man sounds while patting my shoulder in a comforting way.

"You say that now but I know the gears be running in your head on ways to torment me. I can feel this is your hazing ritual for me since I'm new," you say while giggling. Your face however is still sceptical, the car begins moving as you begin to further document your trip and that's when the chaos starts.

Toto pumps the gas without warning and the speed was astounding like any adrenaline junkie you begin to cheer in delight.

"Wooooo, this is what im talking bout. It's official I'm petitioning for Toto to be a stunt driver!!", you say as your body slightly moves with the car as it turns.

"I wonder if the fans petitioned you to be James Bond, cuz you have the vintage look of the early movies but a lot more gentlemanly. "you say as you whip your head to the statuesque Austrian.

"A few times, I thought about acting, but I figured it wasn't my place.", he says wistfully.

"Alright boss man,it's the final turn. Give me some speed and remember, if I aint feeling some kind of G force you going too slow."you say while giggling.

You take notice of his playful smile,which resembles a wolfish grin. You couldn't help but snap a picture to remember the moment. This should be one of the main pictures of the post. Sadly, all things must end. Finally, it's your turn.

You decided to wear your fingerless leather gloves for this moment and connect your phone to the car's radio since you have the perfect song in mind.

"Okay, now I have one of my lovely assistants to take her little spin round the track," the leader responds with his Austrian accent shining through.

I'm lovely?!?! Aweee sir, you flatter me, but I hope you don't mind if I put on a little music for us to cruise to, "you say, smiling in glee.

So you turn the radio up and started off slow. After the road was clear, I went full-on fast and furious.

You were hitting those turns like the drivers on the track.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself boss", you state while keeping eyes on the road and jamming to the song on the radio. "I can truly say that this is an experience. I love your touch of the gloves and playing Rihanna is quite fitting for the situation", he speaks with his joyful laugh filling your ears.

"I never thought you would be a Rihanna fan", playfully gasping at his statement. You can thank my eldest daughter for that", he says.

"Are you sure you're not a driver?", the boss man playfully asks. "No, I wish. Maybe if I have gotten into it from a young, now I would've been turning heads but I'm happy where I am, I still get to be in a world I love with the most chill team EVER!!", you say getting a little emotional.

The car slows down as you return to the pits, wishing the time wasn't over. After exiting you gave Toto a hug thanking him for a great time as well as for putting up with your crazy fun.

"I enjoyed it and I sure as hell wouldn't mind doing a carpool karaoke with you the next time",

"I've already made note of it sir and Im looking forward to hearing THAT VOICE", you say as you conclude your heart-to-heart heading back to the garage to observe the good chaos of race day.

[queenaeducan]

Introduce your Hero of Ferelden

Codex Entry: Tamar Aeducan

From the writings of Shaper Gertek, scholar of Paragons.

I was blessed by the ancestors to know Paragon Tamar before she was elevated to the heights of her ancestor, Aeducan. Hers is a tale for the ages, the one Paragon whose name is as well-regarded on the Surface as it is among her people.

I knew her as an even-keeled woman, the moderate voice between her brothers. It is easy to see her influence in the reign of King Bhelen, whose wisdom often mirrors his beloved sister's. What madness took her in the Deep Roads that led to Prince Trian's death, we will never know, but the Ancestors have seen fit to forgive her, and so, too, shall I.

Regrettably, her exploits overground rely entirely upon the word of Topsiders, but I have heard it on good authority that Paragon Tamar is a queenmaker as well as kingmaker. Ferelden's queen owes much to our beloved Paragon, and has used her influence to help Orzammar win back thaigs long thought lost to our kingdom.

So long as our princess, our Paragon draws breath, no dwarf in Orzammar need ever beseech the ancestor for favor- they may rest easy knowing it is already assured.

Tamar Aeducan is @theshirallen's OC but is my world state's OC. She crowned Anora and Bhelen, destroyed the Anvil, brokered peace between the werewolves and elves, and saved Connor with the Circle's help. In-game she sacrifices herself at the Battle of Denerim, but in fic she lives on when Loghain and Morrigan undergo the Dark Ritual. She marries Gorim Saelac after the events of Origins, and never returns to Orzammar. Further reading: - Shooting Stars (Gorim x Tam) - Forbidden Kiss (Gorim x Tam) Prompts: Here

[ladydaybreaker]

Story-time!

Master Post of my story links:

Ad Astra, Per Aspera: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3677698

A retelling of Murder Drones with a bunch of in between episodes stuff. Goes from Pre-Core Collapse Cabin Fever Labs (with Nori and Yeva) to decades post canon. TW: racism and self harm are heavy topics especially in the future au.

iNtersubJeCtiVe requital: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57509674/chapters/146319448

A "evil manor" crew story. A "what if the manor crew and Tessa willingly decided to destroy humanity?". Solver is patched, the DDs were created by Cyn as a response to the death of Tessa. All four of them go on a genocidal rage crusade to avenge her while Cyn works to resurrect their beloved Tessa...it works but not as intended (Aka, we get our ep7/8 Tessa look but it's actually Tessa). TW: Heavy gore and body horror in later chapters. Rating may go up.

Cross the Jaded Stars: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54135802/chapters/137068864

Swap AU with J as the Doorman kid. A darker, more gritty Copper-9 and Outpost 3. It...follows Canon events a bit closer than Ad Astra does though there are some creative differences (location changes, situations mostly stay the same). For example, no Camp Massacre...instead it's a Massacre in a Bunker Raid. TW: Gore, Body Horror and emotional abuse.

Living Life on Hardcore: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57128227/chapters/145300102

Human Streamer AU based off of by chance by Spero11. Doesn't focus on Uzi and N though and it's not in the same world as by chance. This focuses on Nori and Khan with Nori discovering herself during college and deciding to become a streamer. TW: Classism and mental/emotional abuse.

Carry On Wayward Sons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55764646/chapters/141567121

Supernatural (not the show) Human AU and part of the Something Strange in Coppersville AU started up by my awesome friends in The Archives. Hunters Khan and Luke Doorman inherited a home in Coppersville...where not everything is as it seems. Features Vampire!Nori and well...we ain't sure what exactly Alice is (we used heavy inspiration from Liam's wendigo design mixed with Moder from the Ritual on Netflix). TW: Some gore, some racism.

Life is a Song, Love is the Music (aka Lifesong): https://archiveofourown.org/works/58913752/chapters/150170158

This one isn't posted yet but I've been working on it since 6/24. Idol "human" AU. Drones are Androids. Manor quartet are musicians, the Bunker Kids are Androids trying to work in a world where the droids are 4th class citizens. We've described this as "IR but less murder". Guitarist N, Drummer V, Bassist/Keyboardist J, Violinist/Singer Cyn, Manager/Stage Tech Tessa. Uzi sneaks into a concert, runs into N backstage...and...realizing that the human guitarist she's looked up to...isn't human at all. In fact, none of the members of the band Absolutely Solved are. Singer/Fan relationships, double life stuff too. TW: Racism, abuse (physical, mental AND emotional...), SA is mentioned and treated with care and respect for its victims.

[staghunters]

not to put you on blast here @chel-c-fsea but you have no idea how much of an obsession that film is to me UGH. I put it on the yellowjackets to watch poll for a reason because

spooky woods

deer symbolism

supernatural(?)

supernatural(!)

cult things

rituals! (duh)

the theme of grief and trauma but also nature vs man

and the creature design is So Cool! (Moder my beloved <3)

I support your fall down that hole wholeheartedly!

[lilith-vodkaaunt-of-demons]

Amaril accepted the heavy coin purse and stowed it away in the folds of her dress. Honestly, she'd have worked for free in this case, as much of an admirer of the young lord as she was, aa he was a good lord who took care of those beneath him, and most importantly he wasn't a superstitious fool. But not paying a steep price made people antsy. It contradicted their assumptions about the value of a human life in the Cosmos. Plus at least she new she could always feed herself, "Thank you My Lord, it is much appreciated." She purred.

"It is a pittance, compared to the value of her life." The young lord said, he young, strong voice steady and unwavering. Amaril liked that in a person, the strength to persevere and do what needed to be done. She briefly considered making him her apprentice, but turned her mind to the task at hand.

"And the other ones?" She asked, looking at the pair behind him. They seemed less steady, being in a Witches Shack, but they both met her eyes with determination, "Good, good, they'll do just fine." She said before the lord could answer.

At this point the young lord had the good grace to show a bit of embarrassment, "You...You did not say whether I was to come alone or not....Support is important."

"Indeed, it is, more so than you know." Amaril agreed, walking around the lord to get a better look at the duo, "What are your relations to the lady?" She asked them.

The young man spoke first, "She is a dear personal friend of mine, and my beloved sister-in-law." As he spoke, she looked deeper into him. Yes, he did love her, but as one loves a sibling, or a close childhood friend. He was a good brother to the lord.

The young woman spoke next, her voice less steady, but still determined. Amaril liked that as well. Fear was useful, and courage in its face even moreso, "I am her best friend, and soul sister. We have known each other since before we could talk. I would do anything to bring her back."

The Witch looked deeper into her as well. This time she found both the love of Sibling or close childhood friend, but it was covering up something else. Yes, buried beneath it was the love of the maiden. She loved the lady as the lord did, but mixed in was resignation and acceptance. She knew the lady did not love her the way she loved the lady, and had accepted that, and was happy that she had found the lord to love her, "You have picked your friends well, my lord." Amaril spoke, turning back to the lord, and the circle behind them.

"Come now, the time is near. We must begin soon." Amaril said, directing each of the young people to a specific spot on the circle, in the center of which was the fresh corpse of the lady. Amaril then went to the table, which had been hastily shoved out of the center of the room, and opened a moderately sized wooden box. Inside the box were what appeared to be a half dozen bracelets made of a red-orange color which gleamed in the candle light.

"Put these on your left wrist." She instructed as she passed them out to each of them. She was happy that the lord had had the good sense to bring others, that meant she did not need to participate in the ritual. She waited for all of them to put them on before she walked to her spot, just outside the circle.

As she turned to face them, the lord said, "We have brought several beasts for sacrifice...though we've all agreed if a human life is necessary, then please pick at random." To which the other two nodded.

Amaril laughed at that for a few seconds, before wiping a tear from her eye, "Oh, there will be a sacrifice...you three shall do nicely." She said, stepping on the edge of the circle. Before any of them could respond, they found themselves completely unable to move. With that taken care of, Amaril lifted her hand and made a few motions before muttering "Lacerare!"

If they could move, all three of the young people would have shouted in pain as the red-orange bracelets cut deeply into their wrists, causing the Crimson life to begin pouring down their individual hands. People always assume human life is so precious in the grand scheme of things they never stop to realize that almost every living person is brimming with life.

Amaril waited for a few moments, before all three had a significant pool of blood at their feet before she waved her hand and muttered the word, "Sana." Each of the bracelets glow briefly as they seal the wounds shut, leaving a small scar as the only proof of the wounds existence.

She then began to chant, waving her hands in the air, and making signs and sigils with her fingers. The pools of blood began to run towards the lady's corpse, running through the cracks in the stone floor, racing up her pale skin and flowing into the would on her chest. For a few brief moments, nothing seemed to come of it, but them Amaril exclaimed, "Ah! Right, my apologies." And removed her foot from the circle on the floor. As she did so, four gasps could be heard

never forgive trigger for what they cut

[varun-123s]

Morning Coffee Tips with No Side Effects: A Guide by WellHealthOrganic.com

Coffee is a beloved morning ritual for millions, but it can sometimes cause unwanted side effects such as jitters, acid reflux, or insomnia. If you’re looking for practical advice, WellHealthOrganic.com morning coffee tips with no side effect is your go-to guide! Here, we believe in the art of enjoying a healthy cup of coffee without compromising your well-being. Follow these simple tips to make your morning coffee experience a delight, free from negative impacts.

Understanding Common Coffee Side Effects

Coffee is a natural stimulant that helps boost energy levels. However, its caffeine content can trigger certain side effects, such as increased anxiety, digestive issues, and sleep disturbances. To enjoy coffee without the negative effects, it’s essential to make mindful choices about how and when you consume your favorite beverage.

The Effects of Caffeine on the Body

Caffeine can provide numerous benefits, such as enhancing focus, improving metabolism, and lifting mood. However, excessive consumption may lead to adverse effects like rapid heart rate, dehydration, and stomach irritation.

Factors Influencing Coffee Sensitivity

Individual tolerance to coffee depends on factors like age, weight, genetics, and daily intake. Knowing your limits is crucial to finding a balance.

Tips to Enjoy Morning Coffee Without Side Effects

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Opt for High-Quality Coffee Beans

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Watch Your Caffeine Intake

Moderation is key. Limit your coffee consumption to 1-2 cups per day and avoid drinking coffee late in the day to reduce the chances of insomnia. Try opting for half-caffeinated or decaf options if you’re sensitive to caffeine.

Avoid Adding Artificial Sweeteners

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Add a Healthy Fat for Enhanced Benefits

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(FAQs)

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Conclusion:

WellHealthOrganic.com offers simple yet effective morning coffee tips to help you enjoy your daily brew without experiencing any side effects. From selecting the best quality beans to moderating your caffeine intake, these steps ensure that your coffee ritual remains a source of joy and wellness. With a few mindful adjustments, you can continue enjoying your favorite beverage without the unwanted jitters, digestive issues, or sleep problems.

[medpulse]

How to Win a War Before It Begins: A Wintry Quest to Strengthen Your Immune System!

Winter looms ahead, casting a dark shadow over our health with its accompanying illnesses and diseases. Burdening our hearts with worry over ourselves and our beloved, yet shall you fear not, brave soul, for with a dramatic approach and unwavering determination, we shall conquer the chilling grip of seasonal illnesses. As we all know, it’s much better to protect rather than to fix, strengthening immunity beforehand is what is meant in this approach, therefore, prepare yourself for a thrilling adventure into the depths of immune system fortification!

1. Fuel Your Body with Immune-Boosting Elixirs:

In this epic battle against winter diseases, nourishment becomes the elixir of life. Arm yourself with the power of vitamin C, D, and E, found in the sacred fruits of the citrus realm, the verdant greens of the kingdom, and the mystical seeds and nuts. Probiotics shall be your allies, fortifying your gut's defenses against the darkness that seeks to invade.

2. Embrace the Restorative Slumber:

Amidst the chaos of winter, a warrior must find solace in the realm of dreams. In the realm of deep sleep, mystical proteins known as cytokines emerge, orchestrating the harmonious symphony of immune responses. Seek 7-9 hours of uninterrupted meditative sleep, creating a sanctuary of darkness and tranquility where your body can rejuvenate and prepare for the battles ahead.

3. Unleash the Power of Physicality:

Behold, the transformative power of physical exertion! Engage in the sacred rituals of moderate-intensity exercises, where each step, each breath, ignites the fire within. Let the surge of energy course through your veins, summoning immune cells to the forefront of the battlefield. Aim for 150 minutes of heart-pounding glory each week, and let your body become a temple of strength.

4. Conquer the Demons of Stress:

In this tumultuous journey, stress becomes the treacherous enemy that weakens your defenses. But fear not, for you possess the wisdom to vanquish it. Embrace the ancient arts of meditation and deep breathing, channeling your inner peace amidst the chaos. Engage in the passions that ignite your soul, for in their embrace, stress shall wither away, leaving only resilience in its wake.

5. Quench Your Thirst for Immortality:

Picture this, my friend: a vast battlefield where the forces of health and illness clash in an epic struggle. In the midst of this grand spectacle, proper hydration emerges as the unsung hero, wielding the power to tip the scales in our favor. With every sip of water and every indulgence in the enchanting elixirs of herbal teas, our bodies become fortified fortresses, impervious to the onslaught of ailments. Let the symphony of hydration resonate through your veins, fueling your immune system with the strength it needs to emerge victorious in this grand battle for wellness. In this epic saga, hydration with a lot of water mixed with vitamins mentioned earlier becomes the elixir that sustains your vitality. Drink deeply, my friend, and let the drama of hydration unfold in your journey towards optimal health.

6. Practice Good Hygiene:

With each drop of soap and every swirl of water we cast on our hands, we embark on a journey that can vanquish the vilest of viruses. The enemy although lurks, seeking entry to the sacred temple of our bodies through the portals of our face—our eyes, nose, and mouth. Let us shield these gateways with unwavering resolve, denying them passage to our inner sanctums. And lo, we must not forget the battleground of surfaces, for they too can harbor treacherous germs. So, with disinfectant in hand, let us cleanse and purify, leaving no corner untouched. Together, my friend, we shall rise above this microbial menace, champions of cleanliness in a world that cries out for our heroic deeds!

Nevertheless shall we ever forget that all science and technology we have reached upon so far are still between the parentheses of false and wrong, it is impossible to determine wether we are in total safety from harmful microbiota or not, all we hereby do is wear upon us the cloak of hygiene and hold in our hands the staff of proper nutrition, having nothing else to defend ourselves with, we march forward hoping for the best and knowing full hand that we did our best, yet not being the best❤️.

[mywifeleftme]

50: My Blood Valentine // Loveless

Loveless My Bloody Valentine 1991, Creation

Since every Loveless review turns into a soup of adjectives, I collected all 593 adjectives I've used in the previous 49 reviews in this series and bolded the ones that apply to this record:

Fun, diesel-powered, affable, strutting, crooked, deranged, maudlin, endearing, bald-faced, serviceable-at-worst, dollar bin, rabid, vast, empty, folky, sublime, earwormy, intuitive, high, clear, clean, blue, tense, urgent, nervy, ecstatic, great, glum, boyish, chiming, insistent, operative, bare-assed, incongruous, sincere, passionate, deeply felt, stomping, joyous, slower, melancholic, funereal, heart-rending, echoey, overt, stunning, straight, simple, popular, shot, mild, in-the-pocket, gnomish, stern, strict, self-imposed, underrated, deconstructed, long, moody, intuitive, desperate, blueish, deeper, fond, cosmic, bigger, stoned, economical, driving, blistering, sedate, tentative, pretty damned good, hidden, opposite, elemental, amphetamized, duff, satisfying, mixed, dismal, fresh, stone, radiant, perfect, silken, delighted, spellbound, minor, charming, superb, funky, polyrhythmic, light-and-shadows, needless, dyspeptic, profound, most-spun, experienced, good, nostalgic, masculine, music-as-healing-ritual, granola, fervently-wanking-chaos-magic, drifting, moaning, shifting, droning, extraordinary, spare, hushed, silverene, bloody, hunted, icy, singular, pure, pensive, fine, increasingly-gnarled, sucks, Joy Divisiony, extremely sweet, gripless, gloomy, exhausting, rich, high camp, ambiguous, distant, regal, enormous, unearthly, cold, adventurous, inscrutable, cerebral, robotic, landmark, cavernous, cyborgian, nearly-lost, vintage, lyrical, unpredictable, tuned-in, vivid, stretchy-faced, EC Comics-y, state-of-the-art, DIY, talented, metallic, gangrenous, niche, stark, outsider, minimally-arranged, amelodic, piping, windburned, sinister, unsettling, loose, imagistic, oblique, surreal, fully-realized, excellent, expanded, skeletal, entrancing, solemn, buzzing, intense, key, quirky, revered, true, anointed, durable, going-nowhere-and-loving-it, woolly, unique, infectious, goofy, ferocious, valuable, searing, slick, sporadic, nocturnal, satiny, tragic, high-thread-count, theatrical, mournful, acrid, dramatic, fallen, expansive, confrontational, blunt, palpable, subtle, melodramatic, incestuous, trauma-dumping, erotic, heartfelt, beautiful, melodic, drifty, flighty, sad, oppressively sincere, life-changing, trenchant, wreathed in ritual smoke, crackling with spiritual lightning, unruly, madcap, mind-bending, raucous, thrilling, idiosyncratic, striking, bludgeoning, fucked up, choreographed, discomfiting, walloping, deafening, glitchy, chill, tweaky, archetypal, harder-edged, stately, audiophile's dream, mangy, hallucinatory, strafing, high-octane, winsome, hyperactive, irresistible, indelible, deathless, casual, disjunctive, winkingly earnest, faint, uncanny, perpetual, traditional, stranger, megawatt, queer, velveteen, definitive, cutesy, irksome, satisfying, sentimental, introverted, psych-y, rambling, wistful, confident, twinkly, loopy, smeared, ramshackle, reverb-washed, tie-dyed, emblematic, frenetic, rusty, steam-driven, recursive, mesmerizing, unobtrusive, special, bespoke, lesser-known, rare, popular, gentle, tropical, lilting, ebullient, svelte, percolating, obscure, fantastic,

sweat-soaked, drum-driven, cardiac, giddy, sugarcane, charismatic, pan-Black, white, beloved, considerable, pretty funny, moderately offensive, legendary, snarky, just fucking fine, dogshit, scathing, amusing, awkward, replacement-level, cromulent, left-field, psychedelic, burly, bad, dunked upon, seedy, modest, hedonistic, sock hop vibes, peaceable, immaculate, sodden, unquenchable, galvanizing, warlike, leftist, fuzz-drenched, fiery, swashbuckling, heartfelt, frosty, forlorn, far-right, intelligible, powerful, unforgiveable, militant, fulfilling, wonderful, sweaty, righteous, dashing, rustic, clumsy, soulful, gushing, stupid, generous, weird, dumb, highly defective, new-dime, candy-eyed, weary, miserable, idiot, loudest, imperious, gender euphoric, good-natured, hilarious, deviant, compulsive, dimwitted, blind, unappeasable, important, cigarette-smelling, elaborate, impossible, virtuosic, bitter, gifted, religious, absurd, naughty, leaden, adolescent, brilliant, skewed, greying, golden, horniest, explicit, blithe, comic, well-lubricated, sepia-toned, disreputable, frigid, hygienic, grimy, kinetic, cramped, pitiless, pulverizing, soothing, agitated, stabbing, intricate, strong, smoldering, cyberpunky, towering, lukewarm, unmissable, clever, hot-rodded, impersonal, garage-y, tender, bottle rocket, unflappable, noisy, apocalyptic, primal, song-like, formless, fascinating, blobby, resplendent, dreamy, rawer, full-bodied, pitchy, spacy, catchy, sorely missed, startled, maximalist, uninhibited, gargantuan, turbulent, insular, sedate, rapturous, exquisitely-arranged, sensitive, melismatic, intimate, smoky, slow-developing, distinctive, beguiling, abstract, conventional, languorous, foggy, hazy, fetching, ambient, breathy, salival, opaque, concrete, urban, herculean, ass-kicking, nimble, technically proficient, sledge-assed, steely, poppy, unfaltering, Hendrix-pilled, divebombing, frizzy, anthemic, crusading, acid-scarred, spiraling, hair-raising, outraged, minimal, sick ass, dazzling, abominable, smooth, pretty, serene, personable, organic, ambling, overwrought, anachronistic, back porch, Appalachian, death-shrouded, sun-dappled, haunted, existential, straight up and down, starry-eyed, flashy, timeless, odd, ur-technical, Queensrÿche-adjacent, darker-hued, bonkers, tortured, plodding, groaning, busy, old, iconic, aphoristic, gusty, small, sexy, feathered, cool, exécrable, stolid, matter-of-fact, squinting, rumpled, abject, homeliness, unmatched, stacked, entry-level, de rigueur, reliable, working-class, scratchy, aspiring, feral, plaintive, quavering, venomous, scuzzy, balls-to-the-wall, professional, weakest, passable, immortal, subdued, worthy, heavy, powerfully Afroed, languid, string-sweetened, deft, gliding, lapidary, pizzicato, stirring, pogo-powered, lyrics-forward, deadpan, passé, strange, head-spinning, immense, endless.

Or simply, as friend and critic MJ O’Neill once put it, the sound of lipstick smeared in a dream.

50/365

[m00n-jellies]

Finally watched The Ritual, Moder my beloved

[herewithinthevoid]

Thirty-one days of my favorite horror movies in no particular order. Presented with no commentary other than I love Moder, and she's my wife 🥺

Day Eight - The Ritual (2017)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

if are accepting ant requests...

Reader plays with bubbles in the bathtub, any character of your choice tries to avoid being splashed by them

Please?

Hello Nonny,

As I've said, I was looking forward to this one a whole lot...so here goes nothing...(and I went with ficlets after all)

@laurfilijames, @medusas-hairband, @eunoiaastralwings thank you so much for your input, I've kept your characters as anon seemed to like them :D

Disclaimer: This is pure crack, please don't come for me. I clearly don't know what I am doing and - especially for the Silm characters - I am not claiming that this is an accurate portrayal!

ENJOY!

Words: 1,9 k

Warnings: Nudity, sexual innuendo, slightly romantic (but not always)

Characters: Thorin x Reader, Dwalin x Reader, Elu Thingol x Reader, Caranthir x Reader, Ulmo x Reader

Thorin II

“What do you think you’re doing?” the king asked sternly, looking down in dismay on the dark splotches of water and the tiny clumps of foam on his tunic; to you, it looked as if tiny sheep were merrily frolicking in a summer sky.

“Oh, come on, Your Esteemed Haughtiness,” you laughed, flinging another handful of iridescent bubbles at your beloved, much to his visible astonishment.

Thorin was generally surprised whenever his punitive stare did nothing to disparage you in your mischievous streaks of harmless fun.

“You’re no better than the lads,” he muttered under his breath, “and you’ve just ruined my best tunic.”

Mirth – quiet and sly – made his eyes twinkle like gems in the firelight though and – seeing your challengingly cocked eyebrows – he lifted the sodden garment off his muscular frame at an agonisingly slow pace.

The last glimpse you caught of his regal countenance before it was swallowed by wet fabric betrayed ambition and something darker that made you shiver despite the comfortable temperature of the water you were floating in.

Your joyful splashing turned into the rhythmic melody of liquid crashing against the sides of the bathtub as your thighs clenched around the ghost of what was to come; you could hardly wait for it and yet you knew that you’d pay your trespass dearly if the king’s smirk was anything to go by.

“Will you not behave?” he purred, closing his broad, callused fingers carefully and yet emphatically around your wrist, suspended seductively and glistening wetly from the delicate rim of the bathtub. 

“No,” you laughed as you brought up your other hand – full of bubbles and foam – and blew it into his face just as he was leaning in for a kiss. 

“Oh, I guess you’ll have to be taught a lesson then,” Thorin bellowed, laughter dancing on every full, velvety note of his beautiful voice. 

Dwalin 

“DWALIN!” you cried, doing your best to give your voice that panicked edge that brought him running – axe in hand – into your bath chamber.

“What is it? Where are they?” he roared, swinging the weapon threateningly over his head.

“Come here,” you whined, buried deep within the shadows of the massive walls of soap bubbles you had stirred up by flapping your hands about like a demented sea creature for a good long while.

Loyal and protective to a fault, the tall warrior stormed over with as much powerful determination as if he was charging across a battlefield rather than merely crossing a single room of moderate proportions. 

“Here,” you drew him in further; the tub was so huge that you could fold yourself into the darkest corner – almost untouched by the flickering light of the yellow candles – and lie in wait.

As his bald head poked through your meticulous construction though, you brought your palms together and – scooping up as much soapy water as you could – you splashed it into his darling face with trilling, cheery giggles.

Spluttering and blinking frantically, Dwalin let his disapproving gaze fall heavily on you.

“That’s it, wee one,” he grumbled, “bath time is over.”

And, without further ado or even the slightest concern for your rituals of vanity, his muscled forearms plunged into the warm water and lifted you out of it – dripping all over the floor – and over to the bedchamber where he threw you onto the bed with much gusto.

“Ya think t’was funny? Ay?” he growled, the stern frown belied by the twitching of his mouth under the impressive beard and moustache, “Ay! We’ll see…”

Crowing with pleasure and breathless laughter, you twisted and squirmed as those hands – so skilled in battle and so tender in his affection – started tickling you mercilessly.

“Play stupid games,” he whispered into your ear, “win stupid prizes!”

Elu Thingol

You shouldn’t find this so funny, but you did.

“This is the third robe you’ve ruined,” Thingol hissed, shrugging out of the beautiful garment – every stitch a work of art – and throwing it over a chaise longue to dry, “if you don’t agree with my pick, just say so; you are making me late!”

It was his own fault if he couldn’t help his vanity (or was it lack of confidence in his own taste?) and wanted to flaunt every outfit he chose for his meeting with emissaries from the other realms to get your approval. 

“I’ll stop,” you promised, “but you really need to relax!” 

Elu Thingol frowned; he was an important Elf, he was a king, he had seen the light of the Trees for Eru’s sake and yet, his meticulous planning of his day was foiled by a single creature intent on splashing his Royal Highness with soap bubbles. 

“I have no time to relax; I’ll relax in the Halls of Waiting,” he grumbled, patting his beautiful silver hair as if to make sure that there were no unwelcome tufts of foam in it that would inevitably ruin his dramatic entrance. 

“You’re the prettiest king,” you crooned mockingly, which earned you a hard stare and a minute shake of that elegant head, perched atop an only half-dressed body. 

A hard knock on the chamber doors echoed into the room and he turned around sharply, giving you another warning look – sharp as a blade and as fond as any you had ever seen – before striding over to kiss the top of your head.

“Do you want to take a handful of foam? To blow at your opponents?” you asked innocently, holding out the ephemeral gems on your palm like a peace offering.

“They are my kin,” he sighed, “and childish as they might be, they might not have my supreme sense of humour.”

His very tone – self-deprecation and confidence swirling like your hands under the water surface – made you break into a peal of chiming laughter. 

One well-shaped eyebrow rose in silent judgement of your reaction before he strode out, chirping: “Luckily for you, I don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater.”

Whether that comment referenced your relationship – strenuous and loving at the same time – or his negotiations, you could not say, but you had seen the wicked, little smile on Thingol’s face before he had turned away; truly, nothing made him happier than to deliver a bad pun after telling someone off, and you both knew it.

Caranthir 

Heat rose with such a rapid and burning passion in Caranthir’s cheeks that you thought for a moment that the bubbles speckling his beautiful face would just turn into hissing steam.

“I am going to drown you,” he hissed warningly, but that did not discourage you in the least, so – gathering up yet more foam in your hands – you kept bombarding him with it relentlessly. 

“Come on, pretty boy,” you laughed, “let me see what you’ve got!” 

You had expected many things from one so dignified – to the point where people liked to call him sulking and brooding – but never would you have expected him to simply kick off his boots and all but jump into the large bathing pool beside you.

“Carnistir!” you exclaimed – scandalised – when his hands settled on your shoulders and pushed you under the surface of the water slowly and tenderly.

“That’ll teach you,” he whispered when you came up again, gasping for air and laughing at the same time which made for a very unattractive sound, “to splash me like that.”

“I thought you were in need of cooling off,” you teased, tapping a finger against his high cheek – flushed with emotion and indignation – lovingly.

“Why do you bait me so?” he complained darkly which made you yearn to just lean over and press your lips onto that source of warmth – real and metaphorical – that was his beloved face.

“You are exceedingly easy to rile up,” you explained with a conciliatory smile; you loved him truly, and all his perceived flaws were the flowers in the garden of your life even if he couldn’t quite understand that at times.

“I guess I am,” he conceded, leaning back against the edge of the pool as if he was not sitting fully dressed in the large marble basin like the adorable fool that he was.

“As you are already here,” you purred, “and reasonably tempered now; how about you join me?”

“You contradict yourself!” His captious little quip made you giggle under your breath.

“If you don’t intend to make me your laundress – while you wear the clothes meant to be cleaned – I’d suggest that you take them off?” you chuckled softly.

“Will you stop annoying me if I do?” 

Being one of seven boys, Caranthir knew better than to trust the suspiciously innocent batting of your eyes and the expression of perfect trustworthiness washing over your features.

“I will drown you,” he repeated his previous threat, but his voice held no bite now.

“Not if I get to you first,” you replied with angelic patience and a naughty gleam in your eyes.

Ulmo

“What is this travesty?” 

Frightful and intimidating in his otherworldly appearance, Ulmo looked like a huge sea monster trying to emulate a pet as he knelt – folded upon himself – on the shore, peering into the small tub you had dragged all the way out here to show him a bubble bath.

“Why would you taint the purity of the water I have so graciously gifted you?” 

He sounded utterly scandalised as he watched you pour a fragrant, oozing substance into the tub before sinking into it with a contented sigh.

His eyes, shimmering in all the colours of the wild ocean, were huge and mesmerising as they followed the movements of your leisurely paddling hands, whipping up scented froth on the surface of the warm water.

In a playful gesture, you blew a few whisps of it into his direction and he flinched back like a wave withdrawing before a tsunami.

“What are you doing?” he thundered, pulling closer once more to inspect the slowly disintegrating bubbles with renewed interest, "Explain this to me!”

Fingers that were nothing like actual digits poked tentatively at the fragile, scintillating orbs which – obviously – made them pop soundlessly.

“It burns,” he complained.

“It does not,” you contradicted, “these are safe for babies. Are you a baby, Master of the Sea?”

“I am as old as time, nay, older yet,” he grumbled, vexed by your insinuation, and brought down his hand in a mighty wave upon the pitiful remnant of foam to wash it away.

“I do not enjoy this,” he muttered, “I will never understand your hunger and enthusiasm for frivolities such as this.”

“I guess you shan’t,” you laughed, leaning back in your tub, and listening to the melody of the ocean, “but you don’t have to. Thank you for letting me show you, nonetheless.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, joining in your laughter in a sound of waves crashing into the rocky shore, “what I do like is to see you happy though.”

And because you knew how much he enjoyed a good song – and you wanted this afternoon to hold some pleasure for him too – you intonated a love song to the sea that the ocean itself picked up; as the notes liquified and flowed effortlessly into a stream of soft splashing and soaring words, both of you smiled. Life was good, with or without bubbles.

Eager to please and to write what people ask, IDNMT throws together a whole lot of characters she has no handle on...LOL

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Lots of love (and bubbly bubbles from me), chaotic as ever...

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-> Second (much darker, angstier) part

[the-whatcherof-89]

BadBoyHalo AKA the “Muffin-head”.

CR 16 N Humanoid Native Outsider

XP 76,800 (if used as npc for encounter) Aasimar (fallen) Gray paladin 6 Hellknight 10

Lawful Neutral / Evil Medium humanoid Init +3; Senses Perception +13

AC 33, touch , flat-footed  (+3 Dex, +9 armor, +3 natural +3 Deflect +5 Shield) hp 172 (16d6+80)

Fort +19, Ref +13, Will +12

Speed 30 ft. Melee Mace of smiting+25 1d8+9. Ranged Composite longbow+20 1d8+3.

Racial Native outsider, Halo, Lost promise, Resistances Acid 5, Electric 5, Cold 5, +2 Diplomacy +2 Perception.

Traits Tight bonds (Skeppy), Attached.

Class features Aura of law, Smite evil 2/day, Lay on hands, Weakened grace, Enhanced health, Mercy, Divine bond (weapon), Smite foe, Aura of courage, Detect chaos 4/day, Discern lies, Hell knight, armor 3, Infernal armor, Force of will 3, Discipline(1-Call armor 2-Wrack 3-Mental intrusion), Lawbringer, Hell’s knight.

Spellcasting CL

Str 22, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 20

Base Atk +16; CMB +24; CMD +37

Feats Power attack, Cosmopolitan (knowledge planes, Use magic device, Draconic, Abyssal), Extra lay of hands, Improved sunder, Weapon focus, Dazzling display, Penetrating strike, Greater penetrating strike.

Skills Diplomacy+10, Handle animal +9, Heal +10, Intimidate +20, Knowledge (Local) +5, (Nobility) +5, (Planes) +6, (Religion) +10, Perception +13, Ride+7, Spellcraft+5, Use magic device +10. 

Languages Common, Draconic, Infernal, Celestial, Abyssal.

Combat gear Mace of smiting, Composite longbow+1 (Str+3), 20 Mwk arrows, Mwk longsword, Plate armor of the deep, Winged shield, Ring of protection+3, amulet of natural armor+3, Belt of physical perfection+4, Circlet of persuasion, Eagle cape, Vest of surgery, Tome of leadership and Charisma+2(used), Necklace of fire balls type II, Staff of courage, 4 Potions of cure moderate wounds, (Un)holy silver symbol, (Un)Holy text (value 9gp), 20gp. 

Special If BadBoyHalo is brought at 0 HP his body and soul will enter Skeppy like a spell Trap the soul without hindering his movements. In this state, Bad is stable but incapacitated. If Skeppy performs a 10 minute-long ritual and sacrifices a spell slot of 7 or higher, BadBoyHalo is resurrected as if he is subjected to a Resurrection spell but without  the requirements of materials or loss of levels. This ability can be used a number of times a week equal to his Charisma modifier. After using this ability Skeppy is considered exhausted for 10 minutes. This effect occurs even if the two are separated across the planes but if the soul is prevented from leaving, the effect is interrupted until the soul is unbound. If both Skeppy and Bad are dead, they can be resurrected via spells normally but they must be resurrected simultaneously.

Background BadBoyHalo was one of the original founders of the land along Dream, George, Sapnap, Callahan, Alyssa, Awsamdude and Ponk. When his lover Skeppy arrived, he immediately built a house with him where he thought he could live a pleasant life with his beloved. However, everything changed when he and Skeppy got exposed at the corruption of the EGG. One day while Skeppy was atop the egg, in a deep connection with his dark master, he called Bad to his support because he felt danger. However, as he rushed to him the world shifted and so did his body and equipment. He found himself atop a hill with Skeppy close by as he felt free from the grasp of the egg. “Bad! are you ok?” He came running to see if his friend was ok and he found he was also slightly different. “What the fudge just  happened?” asked Bad. They looked around but the place was unfamiliar. “You have freedom now. If you want to keep it, pass my challenge: come find me, if you can.” A voice echoed in the air. Skeppy exclamated “Wait, what the F*** does that mean?” Bad looked at him furious and yelled:“LANGUAGE!!!!!!” In the meantime, in a different place atop a stony ruin in the middle of a jungle two figures clad in red stood up and received a similar offer. A crimson-clad BadBoyHalo and Skeppy looked around “Well, well, well, a new world fresh for conquest. We have just to find this guy and we can bring the egg here. What do you say, partner?” The crimson Skeppy looked around with empty eyes: “Yes, this is a good plan. Let’s go.” And they headed into the jungle.

Link for the image  https://www.deviantart.com/pasta-invader/art/Badboyhalo-867155365

[destrudovassago-draws]

You will kneel before it...

Fusion between my beloved partner-in-crime Luna and The Creature/Moder from the movie The Ritual [...]

[that-crow-kid]

things that exist in the same universe and at the same time

The Magnus Archives

Gravity Falls

Welcome to Night Vale

now, you might be asking: crow, why do these three separate pieces of fiction media that are all beloved by queer youth have in common? other than that, of course. well, buckle your seat belts, buckaroos, because this is a wild ride. TMA S5 spoilers?

so the magnus archives has shown us that there are people and places wherein certain fears are prominent, such as locations gearing up for a ritual and avatars. it is solidified in my mind that Bill Cipher is a manifestation of the spiral, similarly to the Distortion but, you know, different. Bill’s not an avatar - he’s the closest thing we get to the actual entity. when Stanford Pines makes a deal with Bill, Stanford is essentially signing on to be an avatar of the spiral in exchange for knowledge. you might be thinking that Ford should be aligned with the eye, but look at it as his thirst for knowledge leading him down paths that shouldn’t be walked down and decent into madness through that knowledge. him being an avatar of the spiral also makes sense in reference to Old Man McGucket and what happened to him. I don’t think Stanley Pines is an avatar - he’s a person who Ford almost led down a path of madness. The entirety of Gravity Falls was a moderately powerful spiral domain. I think there was also a lot of influence of other entities within Gravity Falls - the weird memory-erasing cult were the dark, that candy monster on halloween was the stranger and the extinction, the anti-teen convenience store ghosts were the slaughter and the end, etc, but the majority of Gravity Falls was centered around the spiral.

this brings me to my next point. weirdmaggedon. in my mind, weirdmaggedon Gravity Falls is a TMA fearpocalypse domain in the interception of the spiral and the extinction. It makes sense - the overall weirdness & insanity of it all, the constant fear that Bill would get out and it would be all their fault, everything fits so perfectly. 

so where does WTNV fit into this conspiracy-board level theory? It’s also a fearpocalypse domain. you heard me! if you’re asking, “but WTNV has been going on for years, and weirdmaggedon lasted 3ish days! how does that work?” well, first of all, time is fake in general, so I don’t care. second, time is canonically fake during the fearpocalypse, so it doesn’t matter. Night Vale is actually just the US, fearpocalypse style. That’s why Cecil, an obvious avatar of the eye, sits in his office presiding over Night Vale, which seems to have every avatar in it in an alternating rotation so that the entirety of the United States compressed into tiny town night vale can get their dose of extreme fear. It makes sense - if you tried hard enough, you can pick out something in Night Vale for every entity. 

This is a pretty weird hill for me to die on, but I will, so here we are.