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realitycanbewhateveridesire · 2 years

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Basic information about me in my main HP DR script

My script is still unfinished, but I wanted to share a bit of it, cuz why not.

I feel kinda embarassed by how cringy it is.

Cringeee

UGH-

Anyways, I welcome any constructive critiscism!

Sorry for any gramatical errors, English is not my first language.

Basic information about me

Full name: Rosalynn Isobel Dark

Blood status: Halfblood

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Date of birth: May 21st 1959

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Height: 175 cm (at maturity)

Blood type: O -

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Nationality: British with French heritage

Religon: None

Ethnicity: white

My wand: cedar wood with dragon heartstring, 14” and swishy flexibility

My appearance:

I have long ginger hair and vibrant green eyes. My skin tone is very pale. I am tall and very slim, although my weight is still healthy. My face has an oval shape.

My backstory:

I am the daughter of a Hogwarts transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall and the head of the influential Dark pureblood family, Raphael Dark. As the only child of my father I am the heir to the Dark family. Since very early age I was trained for the day that the title of the Dark family’s head will be passed down to me. I grew up surrounded by love and wealth, but also subjugated to my family’s high expectations.

My personality:

In terms of personality I don’t really differ that much from any other Dark family members. Since an early age I already displayed the signs of incredible intelligence and cunning, calculative nature, the trademark characteristics of my father’s family. Those qualities were nurtured further and praised during my childhood, although my mother was never as approving of them as my father and his side of the family were. After all one of the many mottos of the Dark family was:

‘Be a fox among the wolves. Outsmart your every enemy.’

Along with that, the qualities instilled into me during my childhood among many others were: thirst for knowledge, good manners(mostly pureblood manners), perceptiveness, ambition, loyalty to the family, kindness(although to a certain limit, Darks are not the ones to be walked all over), perfectionism, ability to be a perfect strategist, schemer and socialite, and many, many others.

I also always try to be kind, unless someone crosses me too much.

My family and relatives

My parents: Minerva Anne McGonagall and Raphael Philippe Dark

Other relatives:

maternal side:

Iona McGonagall (great-grandmother)

David McGonagall (great-grandfather)

Robert McGonagall Sr. (grandfather)

Isobel McGonagall (grandmother)

Malcolm McGonagall (uncle)

Amelia McGonagall (aunt)

Robert McGonagall Jr. (uncle)

Mary McGonagall (aunt)

Benjamin McGonagall (cousin)

Callum McGonagall (cousin)

paternal side:

Henri Dark (great-grandfather)

Anne Dark (great-grandmother)

Edward Dark (grandfather)

Marie Dark (grandmother)

Isabelle Dark (grandaunt)

Godparents:

Madeleine Bellamy

Arcturus Black III

#reality shifting #shifting #shiftinconsciousness #script #shifting script #shiftblr #desired reality #anti-shifters dni

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rperboni · 4 years

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CREATUANARY 2021

(Here is the prompt list)

Day 01/31 - Fish Man

With a little delay, we started Creatuanary! "Fishman" was the first day of the prompt, which is a good excuse for me to make a Deep One, the race of aquatic humanoids that serve and worship Cthulhu in the Lovecraft Mythos. You know. H. P. Lovecraft That author of the early twentieth century who was more xenophobic and racist than the average of the time, whose work gets much better when other authors expand on its more “acceptable” aspects rather than the... well... terrible aspects. That guy.

This was also an attempt at a more complex scenery - complex for me at least - and some perspective as well. Any constructive critiscism about this aspects of the drawing is more than welcome ^^

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january-echoes · 6 years

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Wrapped Around Your Finger pt. 2 [Loki x fem!Reader]

Τhis took a while! This contains scenes from the movie with my spin on them, just like part 1 did, so let me know what you think of it. This is why this part has SO many gifs. Feedback/constructive critiscism is always appreciated.

Summary: After Thor’s combat, Y/N helps the Revengers escape Sakaar and destroy Hela. She falls in love with Loki in the process.

ΜΑSTERLIST

Part 1

"Over here!" You walked towards him in the private viewing room that overlooked the arena. You gave him a quick kiss, making sure no one saw you.

"My darling," Loki hooked his arm around yours, giving you a knowing smirk as the two of you sat down. "Did you miss me after last night's activities?"

"I did, we should do it again sometime." You tested his reaction by teasing him, as the Grandmaster's opening speech echoed throughout the arena. "Excited for your brother's big day?"

"Chuffed." He said in an idle tone, maintaining his gaze on the stadium. "Adopted, by the way." He corrected you, causing you to roll your eyes.

Okay, this is it. Let’s get ready to welcome this guy. Here he comes. He is a creature. What can we say about him? Well, he’s unique.There’s none like him. I feel a special connection with him. He’s undefeated. He's the reigning... he's the defending...Ladies and gentlemen... I give you... The incredible Hulk!

Loki's face turned ghostly pale. He was instantly reminded of New York, and the way Hulk smashed him on the floor of the Stark Tower until he was senseless.

"Hey, what is it?" You held his hand.

"I have to get off this planet." Loki motioned to exit, but he was stopped by the Grandmaster.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?" The Grandmaster plopped Loki down on the white leather couch right next to you once more. Loki tried to cover his face in his hands as Thor seemed to point at him from the arena.

To say that he was petrified, would be an understatement.

"Loki, what's wrong?" You placed your hand on his shoulder.

"He's... Remember, when I told you about New York? Where this monster dragged me back and forth and threw me against the floor? It's him, this is madness." He sighed.

"Well, shit." was all you were able to say to comfort him, as the crowd chanted endless strings of "HULK! HULK! HULK!".

After almost being defeated by Thor, the Hulk whipped him against the arena over and over again, causing Loki to laugh and stand up from his seat. His whole mood had changed.

"Yes! That’s how it feels! Y/N, did you just see that?" He cheered. "I’m just a huge fan of the sport." He said to the Grandmaster.

"Father, where is Loki?" You had been looking for him for what seemed to be hours.

"His brother, this so-called 'Lord of Thunder', he stole my champion! So I sent him and Scrapper #142 to find him. How about you help them?" He stepped closer to you.

"I really don't care about the Cont- You know what? I'll help them." You snapped. "The Hulk is of paramount importance here, isn't he?" The Grandmaster nodded. "That's right. I'll... help them!" You excused yourself and speed-walked past the guards. You decided to search for him on the streets of Sakaar, having already scrutinized the whole palace. Fortunately, you came across Valkyrie, Thor and another man clad in a strange suit.

The scavenger rolled her eyes and took Thor by the arm for a reason you didn’t know. You cleared your throat, making them all flinch.

"So 142, aren't you supposed to be, you know, taking him to my father?" You crossed your arms behind your back. She didn't respond.

"You're here for Loki, aren't you?" Thor asked. Banner kept glancing between the two of you speaking.

"Yes, I don't know what your plan is, but I just need to find Loki so whatever it is, I won't tell on you."

"Deal." Valkyrie agreed.

You shook Thor's hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Thor and, friend of Thor's, I'm Y/N."

"It's uh, Bruce. I'm Bruce Banner." You greeted him.

"My pleasure, Lady Y/N, I knew Loki would fall in love sooner or later." Thor smiled at you.

Valkyrie escorted you,Thor and Banner through the streets.

(...)

"So I’m saying that I wanna be on the team. Has it got a name?"

"Yeah, it’s called the Revengers." Thor said, making it sound more like a question.

"Revengers?" You asked.

"Because I’m getting revenge." Thor explained.

"Also, I’ve got a peace offering." Valkyrie opened the front door, revealing a shackled Loki in the middle of the apartment, full of bottles and dirty clothes.

Thor tossed a bottle that bounced off of Loki's head, earning an "Ow!" from him.

"Just had to be sure." Thor informs.

"So you're the peace offering!" You step inside after everyone else, racing towards Loki and kissing him like it's the end of the world.

"Where have you been?" He asked, his voice merely a whisper. You held his face in your hands. You knew he would too, if it wasn't for the chain around his arms and torso.

"Loki! I see you've found a love interest." Thor crossed his arms and glanced between the pair of you.

"Yes, Y/N is wonderful, but can we talk about this another time?" Loki gave him a sarcastic smile.

"I've seen you fight with an insatiable lust for death and slavery. I've seen you turn into a mare. I've seen you do all sorts of things. But this, you and this lovely, innocent girl? I never came close to imagining this."

"So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days?" Bruce peered over Loki.

"It varies from moment to moment." Loki said. Valkyrie layed something on the table. She unwrapped to reveal a Dragonfang.

"My God. This is the famed sword of the Valkyrie."

"Sakaar and Asgard are about as far apart as any two known systems. Our best bet is a wormhole just outside the city limits. A nice clean wormhole outside the city. Refuel on Xandar and be back in Asgard in around 18 months?" Valkyrie suggested.

"Nope. We’re going through that one." Thor points at the tornado wormhole in the sky.

"The Devil’s Anus?"

"Wait, whose anus are we going through?"

"Guys, are you planning on leaving the planet?" You asked, having no idea of what they were talking about.

"Yes, you see, me and Loki's sister, Hela, the goddess of death, has invaded our home planet, Asgard, and I need help saving it. And for the record, I didn’t know it was called that when I picked it."

"Well, I've been looking for an excuse to leave this wasteland for what seems to be decades and I'm good with a sword so, I'm in." You confessed

"Why would you want to leave?" Banner asked you.

"Because," You sighed. "I hate my father's ideology, I hate his sense of humour and I also hate everyone on this planet. No offence, 142."

"Not taken." She said, downing a bottle of alcohol. "We need another ship.That would tear mine to pieces."

"She’s right. We need one that can withstand the geodetic strain from the singularity." Thor said.

"And has an offline power steering system that could also function without the on-board computer." Banner added.

"Do I know you? I feel like I know you."

"I feel like I know you, too. It’s weird."

Surely, The Devil's Anus would rip Valkyrie's ship apart, so the team began brainstorming ideas for which ship they would use. When they thought all hope was lost, Loki interrupted them. With his mischievous ways, Loki was able to steal the Grandmaster's security codes and with your help, the "Revengers" could easily steal a few Sakaarian ships. Ultimately, the plan worked. You, Valkyrie,Thor and Bruce flew the Commodore to Asgard as Loki and Korg stayed on Sakaar for a bit longer in order to stage a revolution. After defeating Hela and fulfilling Ragnarok, Thor and Loki lead the Asgardian vessel, which was now heading to Earth with a view to finding a new home for the people of Asgard.

Thor was finally king, and Loki, having had a change of heart, was surprisingly proud of him. Meanwhile, you and Loki daydreamed about what your shared future holds.

"I'm so glad I'm out of there." You leaned your head back.

"It was long overdue, princess." You smiled at the new pet name he just gave you.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, right?" You watched as he observed himself in the mirror.

"A smart and virtuous girl like you isn't fit for the crude ways of Sakaar." He lay down next to you in your temporary chambers.

"But where will we live?" You asked.

"I hope the Avengers can take care of that for the time being." He rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb before kissing the back of it.

"It would shock me if they even let you walk within a ten-mile radius from their building." You rolled your eyes.

"There's always hotels, apartment buildings... Norway." He suggested. "But I'm pleased as long as you're there too." He said in a sweet but serious tone. You kissed him.

"Loki, you have-" He interrupted you.

"Unparalleled charm?" He offered his choice of words.

"I was going to say-" He cut you off once more.

"Indescribable beauty?" Loki said, giving you a smug smile.

"Actually, I was gonna say 'silver-tongue' but yes, you're handsome and charming too." He rested his head on your hand, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

"Loki has a heart! He has feelings and he's in love!" Thor emerged from another room, yelling, making the two of you yelp.

"Say that one more time and you'll turn to star dust, Odinson."

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ravishmeclownboi-blog · 7 years

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Pennywise x reader ‘The big bad wolf, and his games’

Okay so this is my first proper x reader i’ve wrote and i’m pretty nervous about posting it, but what the hell. I spent quite a long time thinking and writing this, it was supposed to be a little one chapter imagine but i got carried away so here you go clown fuckers, I hope you all like it. Constructive critiscism is welcome cause I know it probs won’t be perfect but I tried my best, enjoy hehe!x p.s sorry for the wait!

CHAPTER ONE

You’d gone for a walk to clear your head, you needed to get out of the house, away from all the noise and clutter of your life. You had chosen your prefered destination for your little stroll, the forest behind your house. Even though most considered it a creepy and unusual place for a walk as you heard the usual rumours that it was “haunted” you enjoyed the quiet, it never felt scary to you.

The sun was not far off setting, creating a soft amber glow around the woodland, everything was eerily silent as you walked with your headphones in playing music. You stopped to rest beside a large tree leaning back to pause the song and check your messages etc. Suddenly you hear a branch snap behind you and it makes you flinch but you just put it down to natural causes and continue walking. But as you do another branch snaps and you hear footsteps, this time you know you aren’t imagining these noises and there’s either someone or some type of animal around. Your pace quickens as your anxiety rises and your breathing becomes heavier and it starts to feel colder, wrapping your cardigan right around you walking faster you begin to panic, crunching, jingling of bells? What? Okay so this is my first proper x reader i’ve wrote and i’m pretty nervous about posting it, but what the hell. I spent quite a long time thinking and writing this, it was supposed to be a little one chapter imagine but i got carried away so here you go clown fuckers, I hope you all like it. Constructive critiscism is welcome cause I know it probs won’t be perfect but I tried my best

Footsteps becoming quicker behind you. A cool sweat forms on your forehead and you stop to say fuck it and brace yourself to turn around...but there’s nothing there. The noises stop. It’s quiet again, too quiet. You catch your breath putting your hand on your chest and counting to ten, you calm down a little and you turn around to continue walking. But your erratic movement comes to a startling halt as you bump into a figure. You don’t look up, instead starting from the feet of this person, laced up boots with bright orange Pom poms on both, your eyes move up scanning what appears to be a costume, a creased, silver costume with red and white bells hanging from the ruffled sleeves accompanied by huge menacing hands, moving up to the chest the same orange Pom poms, a large white collar adorned with dirty, stained lacy ruffles, it looks old and worn out and like something you’d see worn by a jester in the victortian era. And then you see it’s face, it’s a man dressed as a clown, fiery orange hair, plump red lips that continue with lines of crimson paint reaching out from the corners of his mouth all the way up his cheeks and past his eyelids, and those eyes, an unearthly icy, dare you say, pretty baby blue. Your breath is caught in your throat, you just stare at his face, mouth agaped with shock and confusion. “Well, well what’s this? Are you lost little thing?” It murmurs, in a childlike chirpy voice. You can’t speak, you fumble and slip over your words, trying to get something out, but you’re frozen. “Aw cat got your tongue?” It whispers and lets out a high pitched and mocking giggle. You gather enough bravery to step back, just a little. “W-what, w-who are you?” You reply in a stuttering and timid tone. “Oh where are my manners?! Well my dear, my name is pennywise, pennywise the daaancing clown!, and your name is Y/N, it’s a massive pleasure to finally meet you” you’re trembling and dripping with fear at this point. “How do you know my name?” You whimper. “I know everything about you sweet thing” the menacing clown steps forward, getting ever so close with its prancing like movements, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, totally exposed and vulnerable. “You’re such a pretty little thing, even prettier up close, what a wonderful little treat” it smirks, looking smug and malicious with it’s grin widning, exposing his teeth, little bucked teeth like a bunny rabbit, but this isn’t a cute fluffy animal, youre beginning to wonder if it’s even human. “Listen, whatever you want I don’t have it so just leave me alone, please” it laughs at you again, you must look absolutely pathetic to this thing right now. “Weeeell since you asked so politely, off you go! Run along. I’ll miss you sweet thing” it’s letting you go? You think to yourself, you don’t even think to say goodbye as you turn to walk away, but you only get a few minuscule steps before it appears before you like a flash of lightning and grabs you by the throat, slamming your body back into a large tree. “Just kidding! Hehehehe” it laughs, that same horrible mocking laugh that made your stomach churn. Gasping for air was nearly impossible as the large dirty gloved hand held you firmly in its grasp.

#@pennywisethot #@pennypumpkin #@slutforpennywise #pennywisesmutpennywisexreaderclownfuckersunite pennywise x readerpennywiseitbloodkinksmutbillskarsgardimaginepennywise x youpennywisetheclow #@pennyweakforpennywise #@dirtydaddywiseslut #@lil-pennii #@bluewolfey #@pennytrash #@deaths-maiden #@negan1993 #@smileysam13579 #@lizzy-chan24 #@geekguy1819 #@chokemewithyourclaws #@clownfuckerandimproud #@cannibalfestum #@carydorse #@ihaveaseriousclownproblem

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subtly-witchy-blog · 7 years

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Greetings and welcome!

I’m just starting out on this blog, and am relatively new to practicing witchcraft - that being said, I’m always open to constructive critiscism!

This’ll be a blog dedicated to storing witchcraft knowledge for those who want to practice, but maybe on the low-down, or if you’re busy and don’t have much time. The former is more true for me, but I’ll try to help anyone who comes to me with questions!

#aiden speaks #text post

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nolaimagines · 8 years

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Just wanted to say something...please read.

To all followers,

Firstly, you must all understand that this isn’t aimed at those who follow me. This is aimed at those who follow my friends and other writers. I also mean this in the nicest way possible.

Now I am quite lucky in the fact that I don’t get any followers complaining how I am inactive, or my writing is shit, or I can’t take constructive criticism. But my friends do, and its annoying me. No writer deserves hate.

It’s been said many, many, times that a lot of work goes into writing and it does. We do it for free, and its all for you guys. Now we writers do our best to write the imagines and one shots, and post them as quick as possible, while making sure that the writing is amazing and to the best of our ability. The one thing we ask is that you be patient, and wait. Patience is key, as I always say. Good things come to those who wait. And it is true.

When it comes to constructive critiscism, we welcome it. We always want to make our writing better for you guys. But please, please do not insult our work while at it. Feel free to comment your thoughts and feelings but be aware of how much effort went into writing that one-shot/imagine that was requested. If you do send back contructive criticism, make sure to word it properly, as it may come across rude and start something you didn’t intend on starting.

We writers do have a life outside tumblr. Shocking I know. So please respect that. If you were a writer, the last thing you want to see in your ask box is an insult and complaint. It makes us feel bad, and more unmotivated which is only going to resort to less posts and more waiting which is what no one wants.

I could go on but I’ve said enough.

Questions, queries, problems, things you want to get off your chest, my ask box is open.

[ Tags: @geminioriginalsimagines]

#writers life #to my followers

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personalbrandingba2b · 7 years

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Another animators site I looked at, this one is okay - the design isn’t perfect but it’s tidy and gives you an insight to their design style and personality. I also appreciate it is all one page, with a plethora of links to other sites and social media presences. The first thing seen when opening the page is the show reel and the design of the page - I’m not a huge fan of the colour palette, I think the pink either needed to be consistent or not used at all (for example, adding it to the ‘portfolio’ banner to the right. The showreel itself is decent, a nice length with a fair amount of decent work - however the music didn’t fit at all, the editing could have been a bit tighter and the attempt at slow motion wasn’t well implemented. Scrolling down there is more work shown, including some life-drawing which is a nice inclusion, some employers mentioned that in the job adverts I looked at. Further down is the ‘about me’ section - which is prefaced with “Moi! Hey There!” which I think is a bit too informal and a little strange to include on a website. The about me section reads:

“I'm a CG animator working at Jellyfish Pictures on a new original children's TV show Floogals. I graduated from the University of South Wales in July 2014. I'm interested in anything from animation to cinema, art and music. Alongside animation I enjoy rigging, lay-out and pre-viz. The best thing about animation is to be able to tell engaging and entertaining stories and hopefully change the world bit by bit, frame by frame, animation by animation. If you don’t find me at the computer, I’m either out and about at art galleries or at the cinema, playing my uke or drawing and people watching in a nearby café. Oh, and my 'drug of choice' is tea – the greener the better.”

This is okay, however the writing doesn’t flow all that well, some of the sentences could have been longer and less staccato, though that is a small discrepancy. The content of the writing is pretty good until the second half - the ending bit is a little too informal, however including her interests and skill set, as well as mentioning education and previous work is nice. She also includes a picture next ot her about me section, for some reason I feel this doesn’t work as it just feels a little out of place, kind of informal and more likely to be included on a social media page. The next section is the ‘contact me’ section, with a little bit of writing:

“For any enquiries please use the form on the right. Also constructive critique is always welcome! I’d like to thank you for your time and I hope to see you back here soon! If you have another minute or two, click on the links below and see what I've got everywhere else around the Internet! “

It’s nice for her to include room for constructive criticism and thanking the viewer for looking at the site, it makes it feel open and welcome. However at the end of this section she writes:

“Stay tooned! Moikka!”

This doesn’t work for me, using ‘tooned’ - presumably in a humurous manner, comes off a little awkward, I would use correctly spelled words and stay away from those ideas to keep it safer.

Overall I think this is a decent website, it’s quick, easy to read and tells you everything you need to know - even if it’s not perfect.

I think I will try to include something similar to her ‘contact me’ section, thanking people for viewing the site and welcoming critiscism.

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