#botany over therapy

[ineffable-suffering]

Trauma-Dumping on your plants: The Anthony J. Crowley Chronicles

This has been living in my silly head rent free for so long, I finally decided to slap it on here in hopes of thinking about it a little less (than three times a day. It's been years. I need to get over it.)

Also, I'm absolutely certain I'm not even remotely the first person to realize or post about this, since it's not the hardest of parallels to figure out. Alas, I still shall, because out of mind, out of sight and all that. So:

Let's talk about how Crowley is using his houseplants to work through his own Trauma of the Fall. Or, well, maybe not work through it per se, but more so roleplay it to give it somewhat of an an outlet because he never got over it. Lol.

It's not rocket science to figure it out and God Herself actually gives us a pretty spot-on explanation of it in her own narration.

Crowley's plants are perfect. They're, as God Herself tells us, the most luxurious and beautiful in all of London. He takes great care of them, waters them, mists them. Does any and everything to give them the perfect conditions so they won't have a worry in the world.

And yet, we're immediately shown that despite the seemingly perfect conditions they're living in, Crowley's plants still get *gasps quietly* spots. And we all know how Crowley feels about that:

It seems like such an unnecessary tiny thing to get upset about, right? Like, plants get spots all the time. They're not perfect, they're part of nature and nothing is ever perfect in nature. Crowley would know that by now. Imperfection is the whole point of nature. If everything had stayed exactly the way it always was, nothing would have ever changed or evolved.

Besides, Crowley is a demon. If it were merely about aesthetics to him, he could easily miracle away any spot with a blink of his serpent eyes. But he gets so angry about it, it's almost comical. At first we think it's just to show us, the audience, that, in contrast to Aziraphale, who cares very dearly and lovingly for his books, Crowley is a mean, mean demon who, instead of being outwardly nice to the things he loves (like Aziraphale does), yells at his plants because he's a mean meanie.

But! If you look at the whole scene and what God says, it's pretty obvious what he's actually doing is something else entirely: "What Crowley does is he puts the fear of God in them. Or, the fear of Crowley. The plants are the most luxurious and beautiful in London. Also the most scared."

Folks, this man dude serpent is literally roleplaying the concept of God/Heaven threatening angels with their Fall in order to keep them obedient ... with his houseplants.

Have I mentioned yet that I am absolutely obsessed with him and also desperately wanna get him a therapy voucher?

Because what does he do once he sees a plant disobeying his rules of perfection and acting out? The same thing God did to her questioning, equally disobedient angels (including Crowley): Parade it in front of the very scared rest, making an example of it ...

... only to then, well ...

... quite literally chuck it out.

To anyone else, this seems like a completely ridiculous thing to do over a tiny, minuscule spot. There would have been a bunch of other ways to go about fixing that spot.

Figuring out what it was the plant needed that might not have been given to it yet.

Taking care of it in a different, individual way so it would have been able to thrive again.

Listening to the plant and letting it tell you why its spot appeared in the first place.

Telling the plant, that loves and relies on you entirely, you love it too, despite it not being without fault, despite of it not fully living up to your unreachable standards of perfection.

Caring for the plant not because you want it to be perfect, but because you're okay with it being imperfect.

(We're no longer talking about plants here, as you are probably aware.)

Alas, this isn't what Crowley does. Because it wasn't what God did, either. We still know very little about Crowley's actual Fall and the Fall of Lucifer and the rest. But we do know that Crowley was never like or even with them.

All he did was ask some questions. A tiny spot. A seemingly insignificant blemish in the luxurious, beautiful flora of Heaven.

And yet, before he knew it, he did a "million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulfur". Cast out, chucked away, just like his little spotty plant. And for what? Well ...

... to keep the others angels plants check, for the rest of time.

***

(Addendum from the comments: If we go by what the book tells us, Crowley doesn’t actually end up violently throwing out the ‚bad‘ plants. He just finds a different place for them and makes sure they‘re looked after. So much to him being a big, bad, meanie-mean demon.)

[satureja13]

Ji Ho's Therapy Game It starts -> here

Since River Bagley leads from Goldshire to Bacalao Bay - and Yang Mal and the Princess already spent two days on the rocky roads - she released her trusty steed and decided to swim to the next stage of her odyssey. She needs to meet the Sculptor here. The key to find her King and to the Demon who took Jack's heart. She's so close!

First, she went to the market to buy some appropriate clothes for a place like this. The Vendor in the food stall stopped in his motion to gawk at the beautiful Princess ^^'

Vendor/Bartender Gytha made a few suggestions and the Princess picked something more practical. Now these were clothes for travelling! The Princess did not want to loose any more time and asked Gytha rightaway about the Sculptor.

Gytha: "You must be thirsty and tired, let's go over to the pub and talk there."

Princess Jihovere: "This place is beautiful. Though, I expected more hustle in a bustling harbor..."

Gytha: "I fear you missed them. Our Vicegerent and his lover, the Sculptor, left with a strange man with glowing eyes. They took the crew of the Sea Urchin with them on the Vicegerent's ship just a few hours ago. They brought a big and a small crate too." Princess Jihovere: "Oh no. Do you happen to know where they went?" Gytha: "I fear I don't. They were in a hurry and made a big secret out of it."

Oh no... If she could find out where they went, she could solve all their ingame problems all at once. The demon knows where Jack's heart is (the Princess even assumes it's in the small box Gytha mentioned). And since the bat (aka her King) lead her to the Sculptor's shop in Goldshire, he must know something about the whereabouts of her king.

It was late when the Princess discouragedly left 'The Salty Mermaid'. But after a few steps, she saw the bat again!

She jerked when her phone got off. The Queen sent her a message. The Statue of the rightful Heir got stolen from the Castle's grounds! Oh no! The only thing left with her King's likeness! (Besides the loop she stitched and the photos she took of the statue before she left ö.ö)

She got another message from the Queen to reassure her: 'Don't worry, I called... uhm - someone over to protect me...' The Princess knew who that might be and that Equerry/Jeweller Lunvik would not be delighted to be called a 'someone'...

She has to worry about that later. Now she has to hurry to follow the bat - over to the Vicegerent's fortress!? ö.Ö' Princess Jihovere: "You don't want me to break in, don't you?" It did... And since Ji Ho spent the majority of his life in the Slums of Sulani, he had no problems to lock pick the back door... Luckily no one except Gytha seems to be here. And she's busy at her pub.

Once inside, the Princess made her way up through the darkness to the Vicegerent's office. And there, on his desk, she found his notes and a map! Lady Mimsy on the painting looked reproachful over at the Princess/Picklock.

Suddenly the Princess/Picklock heard steps coming nearer and a rumbling voice said: "What are you doing here?" Oh no. NPC Jeb. Who does not know the Princess (he's just not the kind of guy who follows the Royal Gossip on Social Bunny...). And he couldn't even guess who she was when she's dressed like ... a picklock. That she was... Now always righteous Jeb would blow the whistle and everyone and their peg leg would soon know what she'd done. The Queen would be so disappointed. She ruined the reputation of the already tarnished Court even more than the King who had to flee because he was a bastard...

Ji Ho decided to log out. He also ruined their investigations and their therapy... omg

Meanwhile, in the pub, Gytha hung one of the photos she took of the Princess and Greebo, the most evil cat in the world, onto the photo wall. Usually she's not the kind to fuss over Royals, but when Greebo likes her, she must be good people :3 TMI: Gytha is inspired by Gytha 'Nanny' Ogg, my favourite character in the Discworld series. She treats Magrat, the junior whitch to her, no ounce better after she married King Verence and became Queen ^^'

'Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back To the shores of Botany Bay.

I′m on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays To command a gang of navvys that they told me to engage. I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay'

Shores of Botany Bay - The Irish Rovers

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

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Current Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[caitlynskitten]

hey, saw your post about the feral wolfed-out Enid ravaging the rest of the Nevermore girls, and since I’ve had sporadic thoughts of Enid having a smutfic style harem (yes, I’m a kind of a pervert. Blame the internet, or thank it if that’s your preference), it got me thinking…

Essentially Enid makes a bet with the rest of the Nevermore girls that if she gets an A+ on an upcoming exam for a class in which she’s historically done poorly in, they have to do whatever she says for 2 weeks. (Basic common sense restrictions apply though).

The Girls (tm) all agree, and Enid manages to get a 100% score (without cheating, they checked using magic or some shit). And Enid’s Machiavellian machinations come to fruition.

At first it starts fairly vanilla (for them at least). Some whips, bondage, straps, butt stuff, you get the idea. But that’s just the first 2 hours or so, as Enid decides that Bianca and Divina have to wear no underwear for the remainder of the 2 weeks as Yoko and Wednesday would be ‘too into it’. They all get ideas but don’t realise what Enid has in mind until the next day, when she starts fondling their asses, in the quad, during lunch period, surrounded by soooo many students and faculty (the Girls (tm) don’t realise it, but literally everyone at the school has all collectively agreed to and learned to block out their actions for their own physical and mental health, except Xavier who’s being a pouty bitch about it, and Ajax, who’s too stoned to even know he’s outside).

And it just keeps escalating from there. Here you can fill it in with whatever scenarios you want, these are just some that crossed my mind while brainstorming this (just writing ‘em down to fill space honestly): She makes Yoko worship her feet during botany class, has Wednesday and Bianca do a standing 69 while Divina fucks the standing one with a strap, act as furniture while she’s watching Glee or something, make her nice meals while wearing only aprons and having vibrators stuffed in their holes (turning them off whenever there’s sharp or burny things involved, Enid’s not an idiot that risks her friends’ and girlfriend’s safety for sexy funtimes), do a whole bunch of roleplay in really risky areas (more than once the other Girls (tm) bring up Enid going to therapy because a few scenarios they act out).

The last one does kind of bite them in the ass a bit, as during one roleplay session where Enid is a strict principal punishing her naughty students, in Weems’s office, Weems walks in on them, with all of them disheveled, 3 of the Girls (tm) side-by-side and be t over, skirts flipped up, Enid ramming a strap into one of their asses, while fingering the other two’s, and the remaining Girl (tm), on her knees, behind Enid, rimming her while fingering herself. Weems, of course, freaks out about it, and Enid doesn’t stop until all of the Girls (tm) cum. Then they leave. At least Divina was somewhat apologetic.

By the end of the 2 weeks, literally the entire student body and faculty are literally counting down the days until the break so they don’t have to deal with them, Thornhill’s rocking back and forth in the feral position unable to cry because she’s already done so much of it, and Weems is honestly contemplating just burning down her entire office and rebuilding it throughout its cleaning process (just to make sure it’s truly clean).

And after all the Girls (tm) are well rested and recovered from those 2 weeks, they all ask Enid when they can do it again, Yoko even suggesting that if she passes one of her exams that she gets a similar deal.

It becomes a thing that whenever an exam for a subject that one of the Girls (tm) is historically not great at comes, the deal stands (ranging from 3 days for a pass to 2 1/2 weeks for a 100%, extensions and deductions may apply), except for Wednesday, not because she passes every subject, but because she’s incapable of topping anyone in the bedroom, the closest she’s every gotten is one time when banging Yoko, the others all told her what to do over Bluetooth.

Oh my god this is insanely hot I have no clue of what to add holy shit.

[justarandombrit]

Ride The Cyclone Knock Knock AU:

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The Choir finally moved out of Uranium! Unfortunately, the cheapest university they could find didn't have dorms. Trying to find a house to fit six people (plus with wheelchair access) is harder than you'd think. By an insane stroke of luck, Ocean receives a phone call from an old man named Ezra Lamb, who was happy to let them stay in his huge mansion for cheap.

While staying there, they soon discover a myriad of mysteries and abnormalities. A series of strange noises, gradual disappearances, a wooden girl named Penny who Mr Lamb claims to be his daughter, and a whole lot of rats.

(Disclaimer: I have no clue how University and College work over here, let alone in Canada, so this probably isn't accurate, but the Uni stuff isn't that important in this AU)

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg:

. She / Her

. Maths major (She's currently having a breakdown and doesn't know what to do with her life ❤️)

. Burnt out gifted kid - probably needs therapy

. Less of an outright bitch now, but sometimes still says the wrong thing by accident.

. Actually Constance's best friend

Noel Gruber:

. He / Him

. Studying English Literature (until he can move to a Uni that specialises in Performing Arts)

. He sometimes talks about Monique with Savannah, who in return talks (through a text to speech device, or he sometimes writes it down if she needs to do a diagram) about her Alien cat OCs.

Mischa Bachinski:

. He / Him

. Studying English Literature with Noel (So Noel can take his notes)

. He still does music on his YouTube channel

. He barely ever goes to class, since he's too busy working to get enough money to travel to Ukraine and meet Talia. Noel takes notes for him.

Ricky / Savannah Potts:

. She / He

. Studying Graphic Design (She finds it slightly boring, but it was the only remotely creative subject this Uni does)

. He goes equally by Ricky and Savannah, Ocean and Mischa mainly use Ricky, Noel and Constance mainly use Savannah

Constance Blackwood:

. She / Her

. Studying English with a minor in Botany

. Constance is the only student who calls Penny by her name, rather than Jane Doe

Penny Lamb / Jane Doe:

. ??? / ??? (Everyone uses She / Her - except for Ocean, who sometimes says It)

. She's been in the house for so long she's forgotten her own name, so most of the others call her Jane Doe

. Her wooden limbs mean she is mainly bedridden, and can hardly walk, mostly relying on Ezra or the rats to bring her food

Ezra Lamb:

. He / Him

. He plays the role of the landlord (minus being played by Hercule Poirot)

. Claims Penny is his daughter, of course, she's actually his sister

. He sometimes just… stares at people. No one knows what that's about

Virgil:

(I had to cut his drawing out to put the lineup at the top rip)

. He / Him

. One of Penny's rats. He's been around the longest, so he's her favourite

Karnak:

(Design inspired by @timegays 's human Karnak)

. He / Him

. A nearby shopkeeper and amateur fortune teller who's obsessed with the paranormal

. His corner shop is called "The Amazing Karnak's"

. He informs the students of the significance of the legends surrounding the house, specifically to do with the rats

Penny Lamb:

. She / It (Turns out Ocean was right)

When she was only 16 years old, Penny grew very, very ill. As orphans, Penny, and its little brother Ezra had nowhere to turn after running away from St Cassian Boarding School. Fortunately, they found an abandoned manor house, where Penny rested until she would get better.

She didn't get better.

Due to the siblings' distrust of modern medicine, Ezra refused to seek a doctor for his sister, besides, he knew they'd be sent back to St Cassian's. Instead, he looked after Penny, and became its soul caretaker.

One day, whilst he was playing in the garden, he found a rat with luminescent red eyes. Excited, he showed his sibling the find, and named the rodent Virgil.

Over time, Virgil and Penny became inseparable, and when the latter's limbs started turning to wood… well, Ezra was just happy he could take care of his sister daughter… forever.

Ships:

Probably none will be canon to this AU. I might keep Ocean's crush on Ricky and Noel's crush on Mischa, and maybe if my finger slips I'll add Sugarsheep… we'll see how it turns out.

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

NEW WIP??????

RILEY TELL ME EVERYTHING

Okay so I don’t know if you saw this ask that I sent to CK, but it’s basically the backstory and I suggest reading it before this

Because all of my WIPs are basically the same characters and stories that are recycled and evolved over time, I consider this WIP to be the Bix and Trix WIP, just elevated

The main characters are; Cleo Brisbane, Rose Tully, Casper Brisbane, & Zoya Amobi-Chapman/Zoya Saltykova

The four of them are the children of some of the most powerful members of a prominent magical cult that has since been disbanded. After the forcible disbandment and arrests of members of the cult, the children (only 10 & younger at the time) were sent to a magical detention center where they were subjected to interrogations and lots of group therapy (really more like a group interrogation). This lasted four years before they were sent to live on house arrest, in separate locations, for the last two years before being reunited

Now that they’re reunited, they’re planning a way to carry out the last plan Roland Brisbane planned before his death, as they feel it will honor him and possibly bring the hiding remaining members of the cult back out into the world

Cleo & Casper Brisbane are the twin children of Roland Brisbane, his only two surviving children. They’re half-selkie, though no one (even themselves) knows that and that factor affects everything to do with their powers

Like for example, Cleo is a powerful psychic who is haunted by dreams of water and death. She doesn’t trust her own mind most of the time, and can’t always tell if she’s looking at the present or the future

While Caz, he controls the air, he can manipulate it to his will if he wants to; but he usually doesn’t. He prefers not to manipulate the air, preferring to focus on his botany knowledge and potions work instead. He is the “healer” of the group after all

Rose Tully is the daughter of Claire Tully, the current de-facto leader of the cult following Roland’s death. She is probably my favorite to write, probably because I relate to her the most tbh

Her main trauma is that when she was a little girl, her mother told her “No one will love you if you aren’t perfect” and Rose took those words to heart, they still effect her everyday actions

She has the ability of levitation, both herself and objects she’s touching; if she isn’t touching it, it won’t float. She isn’t considered particularly powerful despite how hard she works at growing her power. Rose can levitate up to one other person, but she has to be touching them, just like any other object; though she can’t float them as far as something lighter

Zoya Amobi-Chapman (aka Zoya Saltykova) is the daughter of Ivan Saltykov, an inner circle member of the cult, who is also deceased. She is the only one of the core four who wasn’t raised in the cult from birth, as she was brought into it at the age of 4/5 when her father kidnapped her from her mother and stepfather. She doesn’t really remember most of her life prior to the cult. She’s half black and half Russian, though she identifies more with her Russian side due to being primarily raised by her Russian father

Zoya sees herself as two people, Zoya Amobi-Chapman and Zoya Saltykova. Zoya Amobi-Chapman is the fashion-forward daughter of Zara Amobi-Chapman and Michael Chapman, who doesn’t know a word of Russian, of cults, of magic; Zoya Saltykova is Ivan Saltykov’s daughter, through and through, a powerful shapeshifter and polyglot

She’s still learning how to balance the two

She’s a shapeshifter, as mentioned above, and can shift any feature into whatever she wants. She can change into people, animals, etc. Her favorite trick is to turn into an animal to spy on her friends to make sure they’re being safe with their non-magic partners. Zoya learned a trick where she would change her hair into whatever style she wanted in the blink of an eye and it’s a trick she takes advantage of often

Cleo’s love interest is named Max Locksley, a local non-magical boy; though they don’t consider themselves boyfriend and girlfriend for awhile. He’s very much not a believer in anything magical or supernatural, and very easily comes up with excuses as to why Cleo acts odd at times

Casper’s love interest is Max’s best friend, Rhydian Shields. He’s more inclined to believe in the supernatural and is a believer in all things to do with that. However, he knows that he’s most likely wrong and tends to ignore all the signs that Caz had magic

Zoya and Rose are each other’s love interests because I love childhood friends to lovers. And they’re both lesbians, but Rose is out and Zoya is not. Their relationship is complicated, especially since their separation

This is really long, but in my defense, Wagner, you did ask for everything

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

haii!! i have another request ,, if that's okay!! you don't have to do it since it's dark-ish marilyn and mental health issues!! but thank you for considering if you do <3 fem student reader x marilyn!! smut if you like :3

so ,, i kind of wanted a reader that's schizophrenic? the school is aware of this but she generally is very high functioning and it doesn't affect her classes; so they accept her (given she goes to therapies and is supposed to be on medication). marilyn however knowing this begins to become curious of the girl and wants to gain her trust. she becomes more enamoured with her and overtime the girl begins to find comfort in her. originally wanting to manipulate her, seeing her as weak, however becomes attached instead. she is very sweet and likes to help marilyn and her teachers in general with their work (that perhaps may make marilyn jealous that she's not special) and treats everyone with affection & respect

one evening after school the girl rushes into her greenhouse and marilyn is there, unexpectedly, and she's freaked out. she doesn't immediately tell marilyn what's wrong, barely getting out that she came for comfort and etc. she's wild eyed and marilyn has never seen her that way but of course comforts her until she calms down about whatever was supposedly 'chasing' her. she actually some-what often comes to the green house in these moments as the smell and general presence of where marilyn had been so often calmed her down, but had never wanted marilyn to see her that way. marilyn realises that she has actually earned the trust she has wanted all that time and begins to use it to her advantage, trying to get her to say she will do anything for her and all that and over stepping all the boundaries a teacher probably shouldn't cross ! idk if this sounds silly but yeah ! i luv manipulative marilynn...

Yessss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

You're safe with me, you will always be

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Mental health serious problems, hurt & comfort, manipulative Marilyn

Word count: 3,190

Summary: You are not okay, you have problems on your mind, but there she is, protecting you, taking care of you…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“That's all for today,” Marilyn said as the bell rang, clasping her hands. “Remember that tomorrow you will expose the work that I sent you last week, and this time I don't want excuses. Yes, that's for you, Ajax.”

You were sitting in the front row, waiting for everyone to pack up and leave. Contact with your teammates was not your forte. It was normal, you had just arrived at Nevermore, and it was not easy to fit in there, even more so being someone like you.

Your parents thought that this was the best place for you. Your telekinetic powers exceeded the limits of normal capabilities, and unfortunately for you, that brought serious problems with your mental health.

You were a normal girl. You had very frequent crises and paranoia, nothing that couldn’t be controlled with the appropriate therapy and some medications.

Dr. Kinbott saw you three times a week. She was nice and you got on well with her. Everything seemed to be going better in your life, but even so, I couldn't help but feel that others were somehow afraid of you. Your first botany class made your day. Marilyn Thornhill, your teacher, was a nice woman, who never made you feel nervous or stressed, and she welcomed you in the most discreet way possible.

She approached you when she saw that you didn't move from the spot.

“Well, (Y/N), how was your first contact with botany?” She asked you with a smile. You smiled too, you had no reason not to.

“Good, good. It's, it's entertaining,” you said, beginning to pick up your things carefully. Talking to someone like her, who you found quite attractive, was dangerous to your powers. At any moment you could break anything.

“Great, I'm very happy, oh, by the way, don't worry about tomorrow's work, you don't have to do it,” she told you softly, leaning over your desk. You nodded relieved.

“Thank you,” you said happily. She looked at you curiously.

“Do the rest of your classmates treat you well?” She asked in a more discreet tone.

You didn't know what to answer. They did not treat you well or badly. They just didn't used to talk to you. Maybe they were afraid of you, it was quite common for that to happen.

“Oh well, I haven't talked to them much,” you said sincerely. “I think I scare them,” you tried to joke. Marilyn waved her hand and laughed.

“What nonsense. You're a very normal girl,” the redhead said, turning towards her desk.

You got up and put your bag on your shoulder.

“Well, I don't know…” You sighed. Somehow, that woman gave you confidence. You knew that she was normie, and that she was the only one in the whole school. Dr. Kinbott told you about it when she encouraged you to integrate with the rest of the students. It was like, “ she’s an example of integration.”

“Don't you know?” She asked, turning back to you.

“I… I… I have my own problems and…” You murmured stammering. It wasn't something you liked to talk about.

“We all have problems, (Y/N). The question is knowing how to cope with them in the best way possible,” she told you, in a reassuring, maternal tone.

“When she was little…” You began to tell, seeing how little by little a climate of trust was generated. “I don't remember very well what happened, but my parents told me that I made all the windows in the neighborhood break.”

Her expression turned serious, as if she suddenly became very interested on this conversation.

“Wow, I've never heard of someone having that ability…” She said. You didn't quite know if she was talking to you or to herself.

“I wish I didn't have it…” You murmured, running a hand over the back of your neck.

You had never told anyone what happened. It could be that you wanted to do it, you really weren't able to know exactly what was happening.

“Well, don't worry, here you will be with people like you, besides, we, the teachers, are here to help you,” she told you, ignoring the shocking event that you had just confessed.

“Tha, thanks,” you sighed, starting to get a little nervous.

It's not that she intimidated you by her presence, quite the contrary. Her warm smile, her way of talking without judging you, without even flinching at the immense powers you had, and their horrible consequences. She didn't seem like the teachers you had throughout your life. Everyone judged you, feared you for no reason. She does not. Marilyn was not like them. You didn't need to know her anymore, you knew she was different.

Something so surprisingly good and unexpected didn't enter your mind as anything possible. Many times you had hallucinations, you had imagined things. You had to make sure it wasn't one of those situations. You reached out to touch her shoulder. She looked at you strangely, but she didn't move, didn't move away.

“I'm sorry,” you said, withdrawing her hand immediately. “It's just that sometimes I... Well…”

“Hey, don't worry, nothing's wrong,” the redhead answered, taking your hand. Your heart stopped instantly. You could feel the warmth of her hand in yours. You didn't need more proof, it wasn't an illusion.

“You know? I think that we are not so different,” she told you softly.

“You're right in the head,” you said, in a painful attempt to joke.

“Oh, don't be so sure about that,” she answered winking at you. “I haven't had much luck in life either. Fortunately, I found solace in plants. Take care of them, water them, give them love. That has saved me.”

“Plants?”

“Yeah. You should try it. If you feel like it, and you don't have anything better to do, you could drop by in the afternoon and I'll show you why it's so rewarding.”

You felt excited. It was the closest thing to making a friend you'd gotten in a long time. Even if she was your teacher, even if you were starting to feel something for her.

Every afternoon from that day on, you stopped by the conservatory. Marilyn taught you to take care of plants, how to relax taking care of those defenseless things. It worked. That made you very calm and the tremor that you used to have in your hand decreased.

Dr. Kinbott saw a lot of progress in you. Her therapies were helpful, but without willpower they weren't much useful.

And then there was Marilyn. She cared about you. For if you were happy. It was like having a guardian angel. You felt safe with her. All your fears and hallucinations began to subside. You were beginning to be happy, to enjoy life, and all was thanks to her. You didn't want to suppress your feelings. You let love begin to run through your veins. You no longer only felt comfort and security with her, now you felt other things.

One night, you were doing your homework in your room. Naturally, as much as Principal Weems would have you believe that there was no prejudice at Nevermore, she put you in a individual room, as if you were a danger to someone. Marilyn knocked on your door by surprise to deliver some beautiful flowers.

She was always there in your day to day. Even your relationships with others were improving. At least now they were talking to you. Good times were coming in your life, and you started to breathe easy for once. The rest of the teachers also began to see little by little the person you really were, sweet, kind and caring.

That afternoon you stayed with Mr. Brown, the literature teacher, to help him to order some books. You couldn't wait to leave, since you were always with Marilyn at such times, but you had promised to help him, and you had to.

“Thank you very much, (Y/N). I would never have been able to clean up all this mess by myself. Come on, go enjoy your free time,” the man told you kindly, patting you on the back.

“Thank you, Mr. Brown,” you answered, hurrying to the exit.

The sun was about to set, it was very late. Marilyn was probably not there anymore, but you had to see for yourself.

You opened the door of the old building. To your relief, Marilyn was there, but she didn't seem to pay much attention to your presence.

“Hello… Miss Thornhill…” You whispered. She turned, but her expression was not the same. There was a certain darkness in her eyes.

“(Y/N), you're very late,” she said with a dry, muffled voice.

“I, I'm sorry, Mr. Brown needed…”

“Mr. Brown?” She asked suddenly, interrupting your explanation.

You took a few steps back and shook your head in case you were imagining it. She seemed quite annoyed with you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't figure out why.

“He, he needed help with some books and I…”

“Enough, stop,” she told you, putting her hand in front of her to dramatize.

“What's wrong?” You asked, trying to hide your nerves.

“(Y/N), you shouldn't be alone with that man,” she told you, leaving you with wide eyes.

“Why?”

“Because it's dangerous,” she told you while she picked up a watering can. You shook your head.

“I don't think it's dangerous, he's nice and…”

“No, (Y/N)!” The redhead yelled, making you feel a bit scared. “Listen to me, honey. Everyone seems nice here, but you don't have to trust appearances. Everyone is an outcast, an excluded. There are people here who have killed someone, do you understand?”

“I, I…” You stammered. She didn't seem like the same nice woman you were in love with, though your feelings didn't change at that disconcerting attitude.

“Honey, you're the only person worth here, I don't want anything to happen to you,” she told you, relaxing her tone of voice and getting closer. Her hands landed on your cheeks and you had to make a great effort not to pinch yourself in case it was a dream.

“I don't think I'm in danger, everyone here is like me,” you said, with your eyes fixed on hers. The redhead shook her head and without saying a word, she kissed your forehead affectionately. You were going to explode

“You are so innocent, (Y/N). Listen to me,” she told you, guiding you towards a stool and sitting on it. “I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest, okay?”

You didn't understand anything, but you still agreed. You could never lie to her, much less after having felt her lips on your skin.

“I want to know if you trust me,” she told you. Her eyes were not in accordance with her words. It was still hard for you to understand the reason for that abrupt reaction, for those declarations of danger.

“Yes,” you said, very sure of what you were saying.

Marilyn smiled and hugged you tenderly. You were lost, as in one of your hallucinations. But that was real. You didn't understand it, but it was real. Of course you trusted her. You just didn't understand that reaction. It seemed like she was jealous, like she only wanted you for herself. Absurd fantasies. She couldn't feel something for you, it was impossible.

You never spoke of that night again. Things went on as usual. You tried to prioritize Marilyn, who little by little became more and more affectionate with you. It was evident that at least she was fond of you. She always asked you about your powers, about the magnitude of disasters you could generate. She seemed fascinated listening, listening to you. You were like in the clouds, cared for and protected, like her plants more or less.

After several days of kisses on the cheek and affectionate hugs, the love you felt was already completely overwhelming for you. You were so blind that it didn't even seem like a bad idea to walk through Nevermore at night, under the full moon.

All your thoughts, the growing frustration that you began to feel when you were next to her and the impotence of seeing that woman as unattainable were having negative effects on your mind. The insomnia returned, and with it the crises. You had gotten worse, but you didn't want to tell anyone. No matter how much trust you had with Kinbott, you would never confess something like that to her. Taking a walk might clear your head, but it wasn't the best thing to do. The darkness played against you and your battered subconscious began to imagine horrible things behind the bushes.

“Is someone there?” You asked fearfully, feeling chills. Your head was spinning, and the familiar feeling of impending danger flashed through your head.

You were frozen in place, imagining all sorts of horrible things that could be behind you. Fear took over your body and you began to run, as if death itself was chasing you. You were crying in panic, hearing how something was chasing you. Something was screaming at you, calling your name. You were no stranger to these crises, you had them more and more often.

You automatically searched for a safe place, which didn't seem to appear anywhere. You let your frightened body guide your steps, and to no one's surprise, you ended up making out the glass walls of the conservatory. You didn't even stop to think if there was light, you just opened the door and went in, closing it again with a loud bang.

“(Y/N)! My God,” Marilyn screamed when she saw you. Your eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Your breathing was noisy and your tremor too evident. You couldn't speak, you tried, but it was impossible. You were scared, horribly scared.

The redhead approached you with a cautious step and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Sweetie, talk to me, what's going on?” She asked you. Her eyes reflected almost the same terror as yours. You never let her see you like this, totally out of control, out of you. You were ashamed to suffer those episodes, you were afraid that someone would notice and decide to give you even more pills to contain your demons, and above all, you were afraid of losing that special relationship you had with Marilyn.

“It… It...It's chasing me,” you said, shivering, pointing to the door. “It wants, it wants my soul, it wants to kill me…”

You were completely raving and Marilyn shook her head, but not before looking over your shoulder to check that for once you were telling the truth.

“Honey, there's no one out there, you have to calm down…” She whispered to you without stopping to grab you by the shoulders. You shook your head nervously. You knew it was true, but you couldn't help but tremble.

“I… I don't…” You stammered, breaking down in tears at that moment. You didn't cry alone. Marilyn immediately drew you to her, resting your head on her chest and stroking your hair as she cradled you.

“Shh… That's it, it's all over. Nobody can hurt you, remember? Now you are with me,” she whispered to you, causing your heart to calm down little by little.

As if it were the only thing holding on to reality, you clung to her clothes and didn't let them go, breaking down in tears. It was very common to take refuge in her arms. She never saw you in that uncontrolled state, but the hugs and words of comfort were quite frequent. The feeling of seeing it as something impossible was partly to blame for your gradual return to the world of madness.

“I, I'm sorry,” you lamented, noticing how the effect of her embrace was much better than any medication.

“No, honey, don't be sorry. There is no problem.”

In silence and thanks to her caresses, you managed to calm down and the irrational fear that caused your paranoia faded away as your legs began to fail.

Marilyn grabbed you and lowered herself to the ground next to you, not letting you go for a moment.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked in a whisper. You nodded, still sobbing.

“I… I feel a little weak…” You said, feeling dizzy. The redhead helped you up and if someone told you that what happened next was another one of your hallucinations, you would believe them.

Slowly, she grabbed your chin and guided your face until her lips met yours. It was a short, delicate kiss, but it was enough to make you doubt even your own existence at that moment.

“I'm here with you, (Y/N). I protect you…” She whispered again in your ear. For her, her kiss did not seem to take place either, although it had been her.

“You… With you, I feel safe…” You said, disconcerted.

“Oh, (Y/N), of course you do. I am the only one who understands you,” she commented, kissing you again.

It wasn't a kiss like the previous one, this one was different, deep, sincere. Your face smiled involuntarily. It no longer seemed impossible, it was no longer unattainable. The only woman you trusted, the only one who understood you, who took care of you, who cared about you, was kissing you and you were kissing her. It was magical, unusual, healing and revealing.

“You are the only one,” you repeated blinking rapidly.

“Yes, darling. Only I can comfort you, only I can understand you. They don't know anything, they don't know you, they would never do what I do for you, do you understand?” She said with a honeyed and slightly disturbing tone, cupping your face in her hands.

“I understand, Marilyn,” you sighed, returning to her chest.

You were kneeling on the ground, while the words came and went. Words that seemed promises of love, of affection...

“You are so good, (Y/N), you trust me so much…”

“I trust you more than anyone. I, I…” You said. It was already inevitable to say. The kisses that she gave you were the sign that there was nothing to fear. “I love you.”

“Oh, honey, I love you too,” she replied, making your face light up, making all your demons recede immediately.

“I want to be with you, please…” You begged. Tears returned to your eyes.

“You will be, (Y/N). But I can't take so much risk if I'm not sure of what do you feel...” She told you, her eyes were a little dark again, different, evil... “I need to know if you would do anything for me, if you love me as much as you say …”

You pulled away instantly, nodding effusively. You were sure, convinced.

“I'd do anything for you.”

“Really? If I asked you to do something... would you do it?”

“Of course. Really, you have to believe me,” you said with fear that your words were not convincing.

“Of course, (Y/N), of course you would… Oh, God, you're such a good girl… You'll see honey, we will do great things together.”

“Yes… You and me…”

[fksleep]

‘ hc' habits

good habits:

sociable. he's easy to talk to and he's approachable. it's not difficult for him to make friends with any group, whether they're nerds, jocks, alternative, stoners, techies, outcasts, hustlers, gangstas, or whomever. although, he personally dislike hanging around the affluent crowds, he does have fun at exaggerating their social etiquette and watching them fall for his facade, when he's undercover.

listening (when he wants to) and studying. despite being a hothead who expressed the typical "bad boy" mannerisms when he was a teenager, you could never call him one-dimensional. just as he was street smart, he was book smart too. his studiousness could be attributed to his parents' strictness, but that'd be downplaying his natural penchant for building his understanding of subjects he's interested in. he's well-versed in interdisciplinary studies, including math, history, physics, materials/neuroscience, bio/neuromechanics, aerospace engineering, robotics/mechatronics, a.i., medical science, etc. under bruce's tutelage, he attained extensive knowledge on botany.

ambitious. piggy-backing off the above, while he has a fun with problem-solving, naturally in the detective field, teru desires to be a physician. he's good at crafting and working with non-western medicines.

regular workouts. before becoming batman, he was amazingly flexible and athletic. rigorous strength training, cardio, and frequent participation in various sports such as wrestling, baseball, swimming, diving, archery, and mountain climbing have been his therapy. if he wasn't so tunnel-visioned on medicine, then becoming a olympian would've had his heart.

protective. this seesaws over the borders of 'good' and 'bad' because while the first thought of possessing such a quality is appreciable, depending on the circumstances, he can be insufferable. it stems from all the losses he took in his life. the murder of his father, charlie's betrayal and untimely death, matt's near-permanent jokerization, working under dangerous corporate tyrants like derek powitz, the kidnappings of his loved ones, ace's abuse, and other life-changing events made him uncomfortable with his people involving themselves in a situations he believes he should be able to handle.

open-minded. for example, if he's seeing someone is willing to make an effort to change their life around, he's not above giving them a shot. the way he lived his own life years ago, there was a time he believed if it was possible he could make it to see twenty. he never liked talking about it, but if it helped him reach out to other troubled individals, he would (and has.).

humble. the city he protected sold him out and at times, have worked against him. it stung like hell, and it has added to the weight he carries in his soul, but to quote him, "small rewards are the best ones". if he helped at least one person live to see another day, and or was responsible for changing somebody's life around for the better, then he isn't looking for worship and public adoration.

bad habits:

emotional control. in his early batman days, it was his age, and traumatic experiences that affected his performance. it became progressively worse when his dna was spliced with vampire bat by dr. cuvier. while he has a better handle on it in presently as an adult, it's an affliction that keeps him mindful of his emotions.

judgmental. i mentioned earlier that he's openminded, he is, but there are still things out there he's biased against. first off all, jokerz. he understands how a problematic background can lead to dramatic and destructive decisions, but wearing clown makeup is... a choice. then, there's the chimera movement... i'll get more into this later.

vindictive. 'an eye for an eye can make the whole world blind', but teru will watch those who wronged him choke before his world goes black. he feels no remorse for the accidental killing of his father's murderer, nor for disfiguring mr. powers--the man who plotted it, in the first place. he doesn't shame himself for feeling absolved over the death of dr. abel cuvier, the geneticist responsible for teru's body and leaving him with an unchangeable condition.

vices. he's slowly weening off of cigarettes and caffeine consumption, and trying to tolerate the taste of miswaks and mushroom coffee to replace the need.

selfish. he's only human. sometimes he wants to tune out and get lost somewhere, far away from the expectations and drama. he may shut down, put his phone in vibrate, and decompress in whatever activity that gives him temporary joy.

disrespectful. he wasn't big on authority growing up. in his mind, there was no such thing as a good cop until he met barbara gordon. outside of his general opinion on law enforcement, he just has a mouth on him. it annoys people close to him and enemies alike.

argumentative. if he's passionate about a topic, the person on the other hand might be able to save themselves if they're able to come up with the most logical brain-busting response, it gives teru pause and a chance to reassess everything. it's not that he doesn't like to be wrong—he just believes in his heart.

i can go on, but stopping here for now.

@escapedartgeek + hc word/sentence prompt.

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 44! For context, see my post “A Project” under  this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories,  they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Messy

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1/19/2019                                     mc ff

This is a fun bit of consensual brainwashing, even if the tone isn't quite the way I tend to lean with brainwashing. The particular flavor of brainwashing in play leans just a little into what strikes me as humiliation (though obviously that's subjective), and I prefer to avoid that, personally. But even with that, it's just a hot story. If you like stories that lean into brainwashing and control and behavior modification, this is a good one for you. 9/10 spirals 

 Lazy Boy

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1/26/2019                                     mc mf fd

Awww, romantic mind control is always so much fun. And this is so very romantic. Also plenty of heat, though it's a little too much "sex is the point" for my personal preferences. But seeing how our narrator melts into hypnosis, how aware of it he is and how well it works despite (or because of) that? it's right up my alley. There is a bit where a paragraph is mostly repeated a couple paragraphs later, and there's a reason that makes sense, but also it made me do a doubletake, and if you're the sort of person who's sensitive to stuff like that (and I know some folk are), be aware it does happen. 8/10 spirals 

 Art Appreciation (Jukebox)

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2/2/2019                                       mc md ma

This one is interesting, but not quite ... it doesn't get me invested enough to suspend my disbelief. Maybe it's just 'cause art isn't my thing either - I agree with Michelle, a musical would have been better than this. But all the same, seeing the mental effects on Michelle as she examines the different paintings is good! I just can't see still visuals being *that* engaging, at least not to me. 7/10 spirals 

 Girls Are Always Right

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2/9/2019                                       mc mf fd rb

I feel like a world in which Girls(tm) existed would be a world where the APA would have standards on using Girls(tm) in therapy. Unless the folk running the show at the APA (and other associations) got Girls(tm) pretty early... regardless. This is an interesting use of the Girls(tm) hypnosis skill, though ethically it's more than a little ... questionable. But hey, I assume the Girls(tm) do understand how pharmaceuticals work on humans, otherwise she wouldn't be talking about a prescription, I think? Even if it's the human psychologist who's officially writing the script.  It's a good story, just I get very distracted by the logistical concerns. 7/10 spirals 

 Of Course We’ve All Seen the Sun

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2/23/2019                                     mc mf md

I recognize the story she was dreaming about! Even if she doesn't. And there's a fair bit to love in this story, though the serial recruitment twist at the end isn't my favourite. But if I ignore the last couple of paragraphs, it's a story I really can enjoy. Seeing someone so happy in their slavery that they can't imagine the end of The Silver Chair as a happy ending ... well, there's a number of hypnokinksters who I'm sure understand that approach. 9/10 spirals 

 Zzzonked

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2/23/2019                                     mc mf md cb

I love Jukebox's superhero stories, and this one is no exception. Even if I'm over here being *extremely* ace and baffled by a sex dream being all that compelling, actually. Still, it's a lovely story, and I love how Madame Macabre manages to break out of Silas's power and save the day. 9/10 spirals 

 Brain Freeze

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3/2/2019                                       mc ff

Well, that's one use for a botany degree, I suppose! I do wonder what the ice cream would taste like (ideally without the mind control effects, as I'm quite happy with my life as it stands :P ) but mostly this story just doesn't hit any of the things I look for in an MC story. Still, if you like science-as-magic, give it a read? 5/10 spirals 

 4 U 2 B Free

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3/9/2019                                       mc mf ff md fd

Huh. This is going ... somewhere. And I can't imagine it being a happy somewhere, either, but I suppose I just have to wait and see. Poor 4U, dealing with so many conflicting impulses, though. I do hope she gets some time to let her Master smooth those conflicting impulses and thoughts and believes out later - she sure needs it! Still, the plot remains the main draw of this series, and the sex portion is just kinda ... there. 7/10 spirals 

 Keep Looking Where Your Eyes Are Looking Now

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3/16/2019                                     mc mf fd

This is a really cute scene that could be real - and folk new to the kink should absolutely read it for a sense of how it can go, even if both folk involved are inexperienced with hypnosis. Seriously, this is just good, solid hypnokink and absolutely adorable. 10/10 spirals 

 No Time for Boys

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3/23/2019                                     mc mf md rb

Ick, ick ick ick ick ick. I know we're actively supposed to dislike the Boys when compared to the Girls(tm), but this is *waaaay* too close to corrective rape for this ace gal, thanks. I'm not even going to try giving it a fair rating, because of that.

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Character Intro

☘Basics: Name: Clifford Gu Pronunciation: Cliff-fird Gu Meaning: Clifford ~ "lives near the ford by the cliff" Gu ~ “to care for”  Birthday: May 1st, 1952 (Taurus) Age: 31 Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: Pansexual Siblings: None Mother: Diu Gu Father: Feng Gu Other Family: His father’s family live in America. Clifford has a grandmother, aunt and uncle, and their branches of family.  Languages: Cantonese, English, American Sign Language, Medical Latin Current Residence: London, England Hometown: San Francisco, California

☘

☘ Wizard Fun: School: Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie Year of Graduation: 1970 Occupation: Botanist/Herbologist Pet: None. Unless his plants count? They’re living beings and he feeds and cares for them. Blood Status: Half-blood Patronus: A phoenix. Both a symbol of rebirth and his family’s crest, it feels fitting. He jokes that it’s a Mandrake though.  Boggart: A hospital hallway, lined with sick and dying patients who call for him and cling at him.  Amortentia Scent: Petrichor, citrus, strong chinese green tea, fresh nail polish. Wand type: Willow, dragon heartstring, 12 inches Affiliation: True neutral

☘ Appearance: Face Claim: Simu Liu Height: 6’0 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Dark Brown Typical Hair Style: Neatly trimmed, often swooped over to one side. Sometimes it forms a little curl on his forehead.  Fashion Style: Well-tailored. Clifford has a sense of style from his childhood years of being dressed by his family, which has followed him despite himself. He’s just moved on from Zhongshan suits to simple sweaters, waistcoats and long coats. When he’s in his garden, he wears comfy clothes and a gardening apron as well as the ugliest wellingtons. He tends to dress in more muted colours normally, but wears bright and patterned socks to make up for it. He also wears ear cuffs and other decorations on his deaf ear.  Distinguishing Features: Incredibly easy aura. A hearing aid or jewellery on his right ear. Sometimes, dirt smears on his forehead when he’s been working and has only popped out of the house briefly. 

☘ Personality and Interests: Positive Traits: Gentle, steadfast, patient, hardy, non-judgemental  Negative Traits: Reserved, apologetic, detached, naive, self-deprecating, aloof Quick Facts: Can dance. Talks to plants. Has a full Healer’s qualification. Has studied a fair amount of non-magical medicine too. Can do non-verbal spells to an extent. Makes a killer broth. Is agile. Uses chalk boards to make notes in his home. Reads sci-fi books.  Hobbies: Gardening. Sketching plants. Spending time in Suavis Gardens.  Skills: Good at lying on paper. Bad at lying in person. Good with plants. Good with medical magic. Okay at non-medical magic. Good at playing the fool.  Theme song: “Plant Life” by Owl City

☘ Headcanons:

Voice: Warm af. His words come out a little swallowed sometimes due to his disability, but years of practice and speech therapy have helped him through the worst of it. 

Handwriting: While one is tempted to make Clifford’s handwriting the typical doctor’s mess, he actually has pretty neat handwriting. He writes a lot of notes about his plants, often curled around drawn diagrams of them, so he forms small, curled letters that are easy on the eyes. 

Clifford’s birth name is Chaoxiang, meaning “expecting fortune”. His mom chose his American name because it had a lot of nickname potential for him.

When Clifford was young, he never understood the true purpose of talking to plants. He didn’t understand the exchange of carbon dioxide. Instead, he thought they genuinely needed the verbal encouragement. Despite now knowing the truth, he still converses with his plants and encourages other inanimate objects while using them. 

Ask Clifford to draw a flower, and he’s great. It’s fully detailed and to scale and worthy of being in any of his botany books. Ask him to draw literally anything else? It’s terrible. The worst. This is the kind of man who would draw horses how they appear in old artworks. Awful. 

Once he and Enes became friends in school, Cliff became the worst person to get up to shenanigans with. Not only was he terrible at lying to teachers, but they also tended to believe he was innocent himself, leading to a remarkably low detention count. 

Cliff is surprisingly built. He lives a healthy lifestyle and probably exercises, because there is no other canon justification for him to be as buff as his FC. 

In another life, Clifford would’ve liked to go to a muggle university for a proper degree in botany. 

He isn’t sure where it came from, but Cliff has a love for independent sci-fi novels. Something about life on a spaceship reminds him of life at school. He also likes the guesses at what futuristic medicine could look like.

[adventuresofpotat]

The shocking and the mundane.

We return with another installment of Sneeze's Adventures in Eorzea (temporary title? haha). As the title indicates, I encounter some shocking events and information, but also just...go on with some rather mundane things? "Just Adventurer Things," I guess, haha...

Today, I was able to convene with some members of The Association of Floofy Cats, and with their expert assistance, we were able to take down Garuda. It was a bit of a close one, but our teamwork still prevailed (:

Many thanks to Stella, Etoile, and Chant! [Thanks Stella for the first photo! It came out much less awkward than mine...as seen to the right LOL]

Following the end of the battle, I thought it would be a happy occasion, but I was quickly proved wrong by the arrival of some...evil-looking, horned guy whose name I forget. But I'm pretty sure he's one of the bad guys.

[It's this one, Gaius aka the Black Wolf lol ^ ^; I had to look this up as I wrote this; please forgive my poor memory]

To mine, Cid's, and Alphinaud's horror, the madman really went and

goaded Garuda into killing more people, which then

summoned the titans Ifrit and Titan, and then

somehow managed to claim??? restrain??? convert??! Ifrit to be his own pet...beast to order, and so

had Garuda and Titan absorbed...

Truly horrifying to witness. If this wasn't supposed to strike fear into our hearts, I don't know what else will..! [This will age poorly I know, shhh]

I know I'm supposed to be the fated warrior of light or something, according to several sources, and I figure that's the case since I get to talk with Hydaelyn every now and then in my head, but man... will Hydaelyn pay for my therapy when this is all done? ;~;

After managing to make a quick escape with Cid and Alphinaud, we prepared to make haste to Waking Sands to see about rebuilding The Scions of the Seventh Dawn. It was really great, and a huge relief really, to run into Yda again, and to hear about Y'shtola still being around as well. But I have to admit...something sure felt amiss. Alphinaud had a couple moments of start and stop commentary that he never ended up sharing with the group, but I have a feeling that he should've trusted his gut. My fear is that we're amongst traitors in some way, form, or fashion, but I loathe to think about just who amongst us may be the traitor. [Frankly I'm wondering if it's Yda, but I really hope I'm wrong ;_; My instinct for these kinds of things isn't great so I'm like 90% sure I'm wrong on who's the traitor, but that there is someone who is a traitor or some similar setup within The Scions and their associates.]

While the team took a much-needed rest, I decided to head on back to Gridania to continue on my quest to become a master Botanist. I struggled quite a bit to avoid getting attacked (and thus, killed) by beasts while procuring various materials from the trees, but eventually learned how to handle the hatchet. I did admittedly need some assistance from Ash, who was kind enough to fly over to help me briefly. (': While my handling of the hatchet did become much improved, I must admit that my ability to maneuver around lands while reading a map...still did not improve ^ ^;

Ash went back to their own tasks while I continued on with my botany journey. Before long, I finally managed to learn the skill Stealth! Quite the accomplishment, if you ask me. (:

With my new skill in tow, I decided it was time to return to my companions back at Waking Sands. As we continued on with the objective of reviving The Scions, I became tasked with rescuing Biggs and Wedge. With the help of some kind souls back in and around Dragonhead and Coerthas, I managed to track down Wedge and get him to a safe spot to warm up and heal a bit, thanks to the kindness of a lady by the name of Adelie.

As we rested, some companions from The Association of Floofy Cats called out for some assistance with a trial. I had warmed up plenty by then, and figured some sharpening of my skills before heading back out to track down Biggs couldn't hurt, so I agreed to join them. Thus off I went, leaving Wedge in the care of Adelie, with a promise to return soon.

I joined up with Stella and Ash and a stranger (a new dragoon, from the looks of it) to tackle a large beast menace somewhere within the lands of La Nocsea [it was actually the Titan trial lol] and with much luck and learned skill, we were all able to defeat the thing without falling off the cliff edges a single time! Quite the accomplishment, if you ask me. (:

The newbie went off along his way, surely to continue on his own journey. The rest of us stayed behind to take a commemorative photo.

[Thanks Ash for the first photo! Mine is to the right; a bit less refined, but not bad I guess haha]

I take a pause here to make a tangential comment. As I write up my recent travels, it has only just now occurred to me that I have mis-read and mis-spoken the name of our maritime friends this entire time... La Nocsea is their name, but somehow I have been reading it as La Noseca... and no one has thought to correct me! How embarrassing, haha... but I guess not surprising for a clumsy fellow like me, huh ^ ^;

Upon completion of the battle, we each went off onto our separate journeys. Instead of return to Wedge, I decided I really ought to take a rest, so I retired to an inn back in Ul'dah. I figured this way, I'd be able to check my belongings and wearables and update my journal in peace, and then also get a good night's sleep. Nothing quite beats a real bed for some quality rest, right? (:

And there we have it. I've finally completed my update, and so now, I must rest. Until next time!

[anonymouslylovesyou]

Season 2 Episode 4 @whoblewboobear

Daphne bonding with her mom!!

Anthony always with the sulking

Edwinda don't phrase it like falling in love with Kate

The thing I'm dreading the most about the Kate/Anthony pairing is possibly hurting Edwinda she seems so serious about him

PENELOPE AND ELOISE ARE BACK

Crazy of Colin to visit Marina

Wait hold on the "Kate: I got stung

Anthony: Ah

Kate: I am well

Anthony, softer: Ah" is kinda getting me

These tv makers have got perking my emotions around down a to science the pacing is fantasic

Kate is kicking Anthony ass for being misogynistic again

The maid does not know how to ride a house I fear she is a danger to herself

What was Kate going to say...

Oh god Marina is a new victim to tell his travel stories to / joking I love him

Ah Colin and Phillip are getting along well

Ah shit Kate ran off to hunt on her own

The girls are fightinggg their so pissed to find the other one hot

ANTHONY YOU CANNOT HOLD HER LIKE THAT THERE NO CHAPERONE DID YOU NOT LEARN FROM YOUR SISTER OR LITERALLY THE OTHER DAY

I hate them so much fucking stop this you harlots

Man don't be mean about your husband's interest in botany

Marina is turning him down firmly but a little brutal AND NAMING PENELOPE

Also unrelated but I did have to pause the episode for a good while to project my autism onto Colin and cry about that for a tiny bit, therapy is expensive but recognition of self through other and Catharsis is freeee babyy

Edwinda is so happy and relieved to find out Kate and Anthony are getting along

Me about Edwinda:

Oo bonding over dad's perhaps??

NOT KATE HITTING HIM WITH "HOW DID HE DIE" Bro do not kiss in this library you're courting her sister

Love that Daphnes impression of Edwinda is "not bitchy enough for my bitch brother"

Daphne: Surely there's someone that's like you

Anthony, actively repressing his attraction to Kate:

It's extremely funny these motherfuckers are constantly drinking straight alcohol and are only ever tipsy when the plot demands it

Mhm what are you thinking Lady Danbury

Penelope my beloved she's so funny

Penelope's mom is scheming up some marriage entrapment

Edwinda said dance with my sister now, and she fully threw their lemonades away

God these dances look so good what are they called

BRUH DO NOT HESITATE ON CAN YOU MAKE MY SISTER HAPPY

Anthony is big mad that Kate will be leaving when Edwinda marries

Prudence you're so stupid <3

Wild tonal shift from the staged scandal to Anothy and Kate in the library

BRO DO NOT KISS IN THIS LIBRARY FOR THE LAST TIME

"yes I hate you" then why do you look like you wanna fuck him so bad?

HELLO ANTHONY STOP RIGHT NOW SLUT

Daphne knew she had to down alcohol for this convo

Anthony: and what kind of feelings are those?

Bitch you know

Anthony is about to act so stupid I know it

Ooo Lady Danbury "bro stop lying"

Oo Lord Featherington is confronting Penelope's mom AND TELLING HER HES BROKE

Colin and Penelope interaction!! Wuh woa he's condemning Lady Whistledown

Edwinda looked at Kate when she said Anthony's feelings may be elsewhere

PENELOPE SNUBBING PRUDENCE IN HER PAPER GOOD FOR HER YOUR SISTER WAS A BITCH ABOUT IT

NO KATE WAS ABOUT TO BE HONEST AND NOW ANTHONY IS PROPOSING

[mitchellusa]

It’s raining skin problems! Don’t blame but simply tame

The rains have started pouring. Along with it comes pouring the skin woes. Extra moisture, humidity and oiliness of skin. Thus leading to a series of skin issues. A lot of these can be handled during our sleep. While you get your shut eye, loads of problems can also be shut down for good. So, let’s know the secret of soothing while sleeping. Time to unlock the hidden trick.

Unravel the secret

A secret that exists for thousands of years but is kept under wraps! The mystery of which lies in a flower! And is unearthed by an iconic brand to unlock the age-old wisdom of radiance from within.

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In a UCLA study conducted by plant physiologist Jane Shen-Miller, an ancient Lotus seed germinated after lying dormant for over 1,200 years. It was the oldest seed ever found and was discovered in the 1920s in a deposit of Lotus fruits in a dry lake bed at Pulantien, China. It is ‘the oldest demonstrably viable and directly dated seed ever reported,’ according to the report in the American Journal of Botany. The seedling has been growing since March 1994, and continues to demonstrate “robust” growth.

Thus germinated the idea of AGE-LESS by Mitchell! And who can be best benefitted now? The answer is loud and clear- The Bride and the wedding goers! The crux being just like the 1288-year-old sacred lotus, anyone can rise from the mud, bloom out of darkness and radiate into the world.

Though created in the USA, the Age-Less range has been rediscovered and redesigned for the Indian skin. Understanding tropical skin conditions and developing products using the knowledge of Sacred Lotus, was the deepest challenge.

Unlocking the potential of Sacred Lotus

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The AGE-LESS Night Therapy with the Sacred Lotus Seed, Matrixyl and Argireline repairs and replenishes aging skin overnight. It reduces fine lines and wrinkles, and specially nourishes dry & dull skin. All you have to do is apply every night after the serum, slowly in upward movements with constant tapping. Gently massage onto dry and cleansed skin and see it transform while you get your sleep.

Let the rain fall or the sunshine, you are now ready to take on the day after a good night’s sleep. As morning will show the day, you can show off your shiny skin too now that you have taken care at night. Get some good rest and rise and shine.

[attianursingcare]

Exploring the Top 10 Attractions in Pusat Jagaan Area Klang, Shah Alam

Welcome to Pusat Jagaan Area Klang Shah Alam, a vibrant area nestled within the heart of Malaysia. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the top 10 things to do in this captivating locale, ensuring an unforgettable experience for visitors of all ages.

1. Marvel at the Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Mosque

Pusat Jagaan Area Klang is renowned for its architectural marvels, and the Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Mosque stands as a testament to the city's grandeur. Admire the intricate details of this iconic landmark, boasting stunning Islamic architecture and towering minarets.

2. Indulge in Retail Therapy at Setia City Mall

For a premier shopping experience, head to Setia City Mall, conveniently located near Pusat Jagaan Area Klang. Explore a plethora of retail outlets, from high-end fashion brands to local artisanal shops, catering to every taste and preference.

3. Unwind Amidst Nature at Taman Botani Negara Shah Alam

Escape the hustle and bustle of the city and immerse yourself in the serene ambiance of Taman Botani Negara Shah Alam. Spanning over 817 acres, this expansive botanical garden offers a tranquil retreat, perfect for leisurely strolls and picnics.

4. Discover Cultural Heritage at the Sultan Alam Shah Museum

Delve into the rich tapestry of Malaysian history and culture at the Sultan Alam Shah Museum. Home to a diverse collection of artifacts and exhibits, this museum provides invaluable insights into the heritage of Shah Alam and its surrounding areas.

5. Savor Authentic Malaysian Cuisine

No visit to Pusat Jagaan Area Klang is complete without indulging in the local delicacies. From mouthwatering Nasi Lemak to aromatic Satay, embark on a culinary journey and tantalize your taste buds with the flavors of Malaysia.

6. Embark on a Thrilling Adventure at i-City

Experience adrenaline-pumping excitement at i-City, a renowned leisure and entertainment hub in Shah Alam. From thrilling rides to captivating light shows, there's no shortage of excitement for thrill-seekers of all ages.

7. Explore the Enchanting Klang Royal Town

Take a step back in time and wander through the historic streets of Klang Royal Town. Marvel at well-preserved colonial architecture, visit quaint boutiques, and immerse yourself in the rich heritage of this charming destination.

8. Enjoy Family Fun at KidZania Kuala Lumpur

Treat the little ones to an unforgettable day of fun and learning at KidZania Kuala Lumpur. With a wide array of interactive activities and role-playing adventures, children can unleash their creativity and imagination in this immersive theme park.

9. Relax by the Lakeside at Tasik Shah Alam

Seeking tranquility? Head to Tasik Shah Alam, a picturesque lake surrounded by lush greenery. Whether you're enjoying a leisurely boat ride or simply unwinding by the water's edge, this idyllic spot offers a peaceful respite from the city.

10. Admire Artistic Masterpieces at Galeri Shah Alam

Immerse yourself in the vibrant arts scene of Shah Alam at Galeri Shah Alam. Featuring works by local and international artists, this gallery showcases a diverse range of artistic expressions, from traditional paintings to contemporary installations.

Conclusion

From awe-inspiring landmarks to immersive cultural experiences, Pusat Jagaan Area Klang in Shah Alam offers a wealth of attractions for visitors to explore and enjoy. Whether you're a history buff, a food enthusiast, or an adventure seeker, there's something for everyone in this dynamic destination.

[juvederm]

josh headcanons cuz yeah (these are gonna be all of them actually so anyone who cares abt my posts have prob seen these before)

multimedia artist; i think he mainly likes to use paints and charcoal, and if he's sketching he uses smudges and sharp fancy artist pencils

loves drones and cyborg related anything, especially if it's horror related, so like sci-fi horror (also is a sucker for slasher horror, i fink saw is his favorite probably)

he's got an engineer kinda streak to him. he loves making things and tampering with machinery (contrast to chris who loves tampering with electronics instead)

loves to write stories, but he keeps it hidden bc he thinks it's embarrassing

he doesn't game often, when he does though he enjoys castlevania and resident evil, and has played majority of the story games out there on playstation

he also likes survival horror in general when it comes to games. prob liked haunting ground

video essay enthusiast, josh is like that meme that's like "what happened to him" "he ate without youtube" like that's his vibe

can info dump about anything aquatic, loves the aquarium and his favorite sea creature is an isopod bc it looks so extraterrestrial

although he's afraid of spiders, he enjoys the creepy crawly if they're slimy and cool looking

has about 20 sketchbooks

breaks every pair of headphones he's ever owned and the only ones he hasn't broken are sony headphones his dad got in like 2001

made a shit ton of mix tapes in high school, it's literally all poorly exported mp3s of unheard of artists that he still indulged in till college

i don't think josh is that frequent of a drug user so from time to time he smokes weed

on that ^ topic tho he has messed with a variety of drugs

horrible decision maker: in 7th grade he chugged robitussin and had a full body rash

trans, was stealth till he came out in like college, and he doesn't gaf abt what pronouns ppl use

likes the uncanny, creepy dolls and masks and mannequins are like one of his favorite things in horror (kinda true bc of all the mannequins we see in the therapy sessions + the dolls he used to represent his friends)

his bday is january 30th (mainly bc his bday just has to be in january for his age to make sense + he's the most aquarius man i've ever seen)

used to be into sports bc his dad would play baseball with him but i think that ended up dwindling over the years and josh lost all interest in sports by high school and thought it was lame

also in high school he was in the yearbook club

he was verryyyy dorky in high school which he tried keeping to himself but it didn't mesh well with others so josh opted to be like. the guy who everyone went to for parties and booze when he got to college

while he did study psychology i also think he was interested in other science or stem courses in general while there, but he didn't pursue it

in public he dresses in a way he hopes nobody even thinks about (just super casual and normal he's like a sim) but splurges on weird clothes he finds on cheap sites

both his parents worked and were hardly home, so josh had to learn to cook if him and his sisters ever wanted to have dinner

he had a lot of jobs while in college and high school; longest place he worked at was a cafe. he also took up working at the college library but hated it and quit

he steals a lot of hannah's accessories

is mildly interested in botany

knows ASL, has EDS, and used to do ballet with his sisters at a young age. they try to get him back into it but he firmly declines.

very autistic, specifically about horror movies and filmmaking in general. he always looks for the behind the scenes footage of all his favorite horror films, and particularly enjoys the FX process

okay this is all i got i might add more to it if i remember my other headcanons (which honestly is just endless atp)

also while i do hc all of this for him, josh is still the same douche bag we see in game. i just wanted him to have more interests besides just being the horror and films guy (which i do keep in his character while headcanoning all of this)

[h-didanart]

Hmmm, sure! Let’s answer these

1- Bloodmoon definitely, both versions

2- Not really sure tbh, I don’t outright hate any characters. I guess Goliath since I know them the least?

3-ooooh favorite episodes… “Sun and Moon REACT to Their OPPOSITES FANART” since that’s the first one I watched, “Moon LEARNS Sun’s DARK SECRET in VRChat” because it’s amazing, “can Sun and Moon SURVIVE NATURAL DISASTERS?! In Minecraft” because it’s just so chaotic and funny

4- I was in the middle of writing something along the lines of ‘don’t have one’ when I remembered the existence of MechShark, which like, I love. Specifically the actually Cured and not evil Ruin with Solar version :3

5- oooooh, hmmm, last year 2023, I believe a few days before Bloodmoon got revived, I know for sure I was hooked by the time the Takeover started

6- Sun Star Power Arc. Sun Star Power Arc hands down. Sun trying to do something to keep Nem (New Moon) away from danger, trying to deal with the problem himself, because he can’t lose him again. Sun running himself to the ground training in secret, passing out for hours, lying to his brother’s face. And in turn Nem noticing something wrong with Sun, trying to ask about it. The Ruin Monty fiasco, the confrontation—

“How is this affecting you? Or anything for that matter? How is—“

“BECAUSE YOURE MY BROTHER… how would you having an awful mental state not affect me? How did me having an awful mental state not affect you? Your turn hypocrite”

—Sun confessing to having hallucinations, Nem trying to comfort him, Sun flinching back, Sun being made to take a break… Nem uncovering Sun’s lies. Their fight.

“Th-there’s a method to it”

“I DONT CARE IF THERES A METHOD I DONT WANNA LOSE MY BROTHER”

Jigsaw’s kidnapping of Sun.

“What Sun?”

“Moon I I-“

“Oh Sun stop speaking! Hello Moon~”

“… Sun. Where. Are you?”

“I-I don’t know”

“He’s in a place of security—“

“FREAKSHOW SHUT UP”

The tenseness between them. The therapy session. And then, Eclipse’s death, Sun using his power to push him in, Nem turning his back to Eclipse as he dies. And then the concern over Sun’s near destroyed state. What more could we want? It’s the perfect arc

7- least favorite… this one that just finished I think. It didn’t really grab my attention as much as the others, yeah I watched some episodes but generally avoided the story as much as possible.

8- I am! Lunar models, very specifically Second Version Bloodmoons, I have gotten accustomed enough to their general design to be able to tweak it just enough to differentiate between aus in a relatively short time (ex. the Retired twins having their jacket, Lone having a messed up eye and looking more like and Adaptation AI, Botany having a sun hat, Keeper looking more like an assassin, Amnesiac being generally softer and with less spikes, Rotting being fancy)

9- Monty. How do you even start there? Actually I think the Glamrocks in general, I’ve never even drawn them all

10- I am! This might surprise you all, but Moon. The narrative style I use for Moon— with dashes for the asides— And the first person style add ons! Are very fun to write. On top of that I think I just am good at unreliable narrators, and who’s more unreliable than the smarter-than-thou self deprecating-as-hell jerk? Don’t answer that

11- to absolutely no one’s surprise, it’s The Bloodmoon One. 4k+ hits, over 200 comments, almost 40k words by now, I cannot overstate how surprised I was at the sheer amounts of love this one has and is getting with all the topics and themes it covers, I fully expected to get a few hate comments about me being awful for writing the twins going through all that they go through or for traumatizing them too much or something. But now that we’re here, I must confess, this one is also my favorite. I got extremely attached to the twins, despite putting them through such an awful hell and making them sink deeper and deeper into the depths of depression, they are my dear boys and I’m going to make sure their story has a good conclusion no matter how many more months it takes. And no, it’s not actually called The Bloodmoon One publicly, just in my notes app, due to the nature of the story I just think it’d be better if I did not disclose the name is all

Anyways this was very fun!

Hello, guys

I want to ask you questions:

Who is your favourite TSAMS character/characters?

What TSAMS character/characters do you hate?

What is your favourite TSAMS episode/episodes?

What is your favourite TSAMS ship/ships?

When did you first start watching TSAMS?

What is your favourite TSAMS arc?

What is your least favourite TSAMS arc?

(If you are an artist) What TSAMS character/characters is the easiest to draw for you?

(If you are an artist) What TSAMS character/characters is the hardest to draw for you?

(If you are a writer) What TSAMS character/characters is the most fun to write to you?

(If you are a writer) What is your most popular TSAMS fanfic?

[kyberled]

HEADCANON ASKS!

@gwiazdowe​ asked:

 what was their favorite childhood activity? / do they own any sentimental objects? why are they sentimental? / do they sing in the shower? what’s their go-to song if so?

He liked play-wrestling with his friends. They did that a lot. Tag, rolling around, that kind of thing. He also really liked stargazing. Honestly. These are things he still likes as a teenager and even as an adult. He also liked following Obi-Wan around. Some of you have called him a lost puppy before, and you’re not far off. He love(s/d) his master. Reading, too. He’s always liked reading. He’ll read anything he can get his hands on, but he, predictably, likes botany and history books best. He also likes star charts, since Coruscant had too much light pollution for star gazing to be easy there. Aside from that, training, drawing, finding snacks, hearing and telling stories… He was easy to entertain. It helps that he just had a lot of people to rely on. He was a social little thing. 

As for sentimental objects, yes! He has a couple, actually. He tries not to have too much by way of possessions, since, you know, the Jedi are a monastic society, but there are some things he hangs on to. 

The first and foremost is his journal. I’ve talked about this a lot over the course of this blog, so I’ll just be brief here. He got his journal from Obi-Wan, as his traditional master-padawan gift. Braig loves that journal. He keeps it with him at virtually all times (unless it’s in a situation that might damage the book). He writes everything in it. Thoughts, entries about his day, forms and saber notes, saber design ideas, and so on and so forth. He also puts little doodles into it! Just anything he can think of, really. It was a way for him to pass the time. He protects it fiercely after Order 66 is carried out, as it’s one of the few surviving records of what life as a Jedi was actually like. It means the world to him. 

The others are his sabers. These ones are also pretty obvious. Yes, they are just weapons. Yes, he could make new ones. He just would really rather not. He’s had them since he was very young, and the crystals are a source of comfort for him. He also spent a lot of time working on them over the years. They’ve been a kind of therapy to him over the years. Also, you know, he kind of needs his sabers to keep himself and other people safe.

Another, and the last of the timeline-ignoring item of significance, is the Gale’an bead he wears on the top part of his braid. He gets this at the end of the siege he’s a part of, as a gift from Ta’ule. It was a symbol of friendship-type thing. After he cuts his braid off post-66 (or, in a better world, after he gets knighted), he wears the bead on his hair tie. It's sort of a counterbalance to his scar; the scar reminds him of the bad things that happened on that mission, the bead reminds him of the good. It helps.

Then there are some things that depend, based on threads and timelines. Sam's Shaak made him a baby blanket he still has when he's older. Kato's Nihrik gave him a stuffed cat-thing plush. Caboose's Omega got him a tooka plush for his birthday. So on and so forth, etc etc etc. He’s got a bunch of little things from the various people he loves over the years. 

As for singing, no, not really. He’s even less likely to do this as he gets older. Part of it is that he doesn’t really spend a lot of time in the shower. He’s usually just in and out, since he has a lot of things to do even outside of the war. Another is that he just doesn’t like having his hair be wet. He has a lot of very thick hair, and it takes forever to dry. So he’s not in the shower long enough for much of a musical show. He also, especially during the war, just likes the quiet. Battlefields are loud, his life is busy, so just having a place where all of the noise stops is nice. 

Anyway, I’m rambling. The long and short of it is, nah, he doesn’t sing in the shower. He usually just daydreams.