#despite my name being miriam

[thisalienartist]

roudise week - day 7: holidays

i can't believe it's over already, but thank you all for your love on my stuff this week! and a huge thank you to the organizers for putting on this event! for today i have louise celebrating hanukkah with rudy <3 @roudiseshipweek

[ID: a digital drawing of rudy stieblitz and louise belcher from bob's burgers in a semi-realistic style. rudy is a white boy with short red hair in a blue t-shirt and red shorts. louise is a white girl with dark hair in pigtails and freckles in a green dress, a pink hat with bunny ears, and purple tights with runs in them. she's wearing a colorful friendship bracelet and she has a band-aid on her elbow. they're sitting on the floor, leaning against a wooden cabinet. louise is eating from a bowl of stew with a fork. there's a latke on the edge of her bowl. rudy is looking down at louise's bowl. he has a bowl of stew in his lap and is holding a torn piece of challah. they're both smiling softly. on the floor next to louise is a dreidel and several gold coins. on the cabinet, in the background, is a gold menorah with blue candles. all nine candles are lit. there's also a plate of doughnuts on the cabinet. /END ID]

[felix-lupin]

In Coraline, there’s a recurring theme with names and identity, and I personally don't think it's talked about enough. 

(As a note, this is dealing largely with the book, not the movie, although there are some hints of this theme in the movie as well)

Coraline’s neighbors constantly get her name wrong, calling her “Caroline” and not “Coraline”, to which she persistently corrects them. Despite her attempts, they never get it right, until chapter 10, in which Mr Bobo (Mr Bobinsky) finally gets it right.

"It's Coraline, Mister Bobo," said Coraline. "Not Caroline. Coraline." "Coraline," said Mr Bobo, repeating her name to himself with wonderment and respect. "Very good, Coraline."

It should be noted that, until this chapter, Coraline did not know Mr Bobo’s name either. In fact, it had never even occurred to her that he had a name. Up until then, she had just been thinking of him as “the crazy old man upstairs”, not as a person with a name. This moment, with her learning his name and him getting her name right, is a moment of genuine understanding and connection between the two, humanizing them both to each other.

Coraline’s other neighbors get her name wrong, which is representative of them not listening when she says anything, really, such as her telling Miss Spink and Forcible that her parents are missing and them literally not even acknowledging it at all??

"How are your dear mother and father?" asked Miss Spink. "Missing," said Coraline. "I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'm on my own. I think I've probably become a single child family." "Tell your mother that we found the Glasgow Empire press clippings we were telling her about. She seemed very interested when Miriam mentioned them to her." "She's vanished under mysterious circumstances," said Coraline, "and I believe my father has as well." "I'm afraid we'll be out all day tomorrow, Caroline lovely," said Miss Forcible. "We'll be staying with April's niece in Royal Tunbridge Wells."

Mr Bobo gets her name right after being corrected (only after being corrected alongside her using his name, mind you, showcasing her making an effort to listen to and understand him as well), which is representative of him actually making an attempt to listen and understand her. This point is further illustrated by a conversation Coraline had with the Other Mr Bobo in chapter 10.

As Coraline entered he began to talk. "Nothing's changed, little girl," he said, his voice sounding like the noise dry leaves make as they rustle across a pavement. "And what if you do everything you swore you would? What then? Nothing's changed. You'll go home. You'll be bored. You'll be ignored. No one will listen to you, not really listen to you. You're too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don't even get your name right."

He equates those in the real world not getting Coraline’s name right with them not listening to her, and fundamentally not understanding who she is. So, somebody getting her name right, then, shows them actually listening to her, and being willing to understand who she is.

The mice in the real world know more than they should be able to know, and they also get Coraline’s name right.

"The message is this. Don't go through the door." He paused. "Does that mean anything to you?" "No," said Coraline. The old man shrugged. "They are funny, the mice. They get things wrong. They got your name wrong, you know. They kept saying Coraline. Not Caroline. Not Caroline at all."

They seem to know about the other world, somehow, on some level, and the dangers it presents. Them getting her name right represents them knowing more than they should know, more than they are told. Animals in general seem to have this type of quality in Coraline, actually.

The cat does not have a name. It says so in chapter 4, that cats do not need names. It says that this is because cats know who they are. But humans need names, because they do not.

"Please. What's your name?" Coraline asked the cat. "Look, I'm Coraline. OK?" The cat yawned softly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. "Cats don't have names," it said. "No?" said Coraline. "No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."

The cat shook its head. "No," it said. "I'm not the other anything. I'm me." It tipped its head on one side; green eyes glinted. "You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean."

This shows that, in humans, names are connected to our identities and who we are. Names are used to individualize and distinguish ourselves from each other. But cats do not need names to recognize each other, or be recognized.

"Oh. It's you," she said to the black cat. "See?" said the cat. "It wasn't so hard recognising me, was it? Even without names."

With or without names, it is still the same cat.

During the Other Miss Spink and Forcible’s performance, in chapter 4, they begin quoting Shakespeare. The specific quotes that they use are interesting to me when looked at under this lens of the importance of names, especially Miss Forcible’s.

"What's in a name?" asked Miss Forcible. "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

"I know not how to tell thee who I am," said Miss Spink to Miss Forcible.

Now, of course, this is just them quoting Shakespeare. But. Why these quotes specifically? They’re at the very least notable when discussing Coraline’s recurring theme of names. Especially the quote about the rose. It makes me think of what the cat said earlier, about how cats are sure of who they are so they don’t need names, about how Coraline didn’t need the cat’s name to be able to recognize it for who/what it was.

But, of course, this does not apply for humans. We need our names to be able to know ourselves, to be able to tell others who they are.

In chapter 6, Coraline wakes up and is disoriented. This disorientation is compared to the feeling one might experience upon being suddenly pulled out of a daydream. In this comparison, forgetting one’s name is equated with forgetting who one is and where one is.

Sometimes Coraline would forget who she was while she was daydreaming that she was exploring the Arctic, or the Amazon rainforest, or darkest Africa, and it was not until someone tapped her on the shoulder or said her name that Coraline would come back from a million miles away with a start, and all in the fraction of a second have to remember who she was, and what her name was, and that she was even there at all. Now there was the sun on her face, and she was Coraline Jones. Yes.

The ghost children have also forgotten their names, and with it most of who they were. In chapter 7, when Coraline is locked behind the mirror in the Other World, one of the ghost children says that names are the first things that one forgets after death.

"Who are you?" whispered Coraline. "Names, names, names," said another voice, all faraway and lost. "The names are the first thing to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names. I still keep pictures in my mind of my governess on some May morning, carrying my hoop and stick, and the morning sun behind her, and all the tulips bobbing in the breeze. But I have forgotten the name of my governess, and of the tulips too." "I don't think tulips have names," said Coraline. "They're just tulips." "Perhaps," said the voice sadly. "But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange-and-red, and red-and-orange-and-yellow, like the embers in the nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them."

The ghost children may have their memories, but they have largely forgotten who they were. They may remember their tulips, and certain strong memories, but there is very, very little left of them, and they have forgotten who they once were, they have forgotten their names.

"That is why we could not leave here, when we died. She kept us, and she fed on us, until now we're nothing left of ourselves, only snakeskins and spider-husks. Find our secret hearts, young mistress."

"She will take your life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll awake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten."

The Other Mother stole their hearts and their souls and their selves. She stole who they were away from them, their identities and names and the names of those they loved, leaving nothing in her wake.

The same ghost that talked about the tulips and the names of the tulips struggles to answer when Coraline asks their gender, as well, and when they do eventually give an answer they seem somewhat unsure of it, as shown by the word choice of “perhaps” and “I believe”

"A boy, perhaps, then," continued the one whose hand she was holding. "I believe I was once a boy." And it glowed a little more brightly in the darkness of the room behind the mirror.

(I personally take this quote, specifically it "glow[ing] a little more brightly" after coming to this conclusion, to mean either that the ghost is happy at realizing that he was once a boy, or even to mean that he has become somewhat more tangible upon this realization; upon remembering something about his self, and his identity.)

As an aside, it's noteworthy to me that we never learn the Other Mother’s true name. She is simply “The Other Mother” and “The Beldam.” Never is an actual name applied to her, only titles. We do not truly know who, or what, she is. Beings without names are shrouded in mystery (or should i say mist-ery). The ghost children are benevolent mysterious beings, the cat is an ambivalent-leaning-helpful mysterious being, and the other mother is a distinctly malevolent mysterious being.

"Who are you?" asked Coraline. "I'm your other mother," said the woman.

"She?" "The one who says she's your other mother," said the cat. "What is she?" asked Coraline. The cat did not answer, just padded through the pale mist beside Coraline.

But in conclusion, names in Coraline are extremely important. I’m sure there’s probably more that I'm missing, and feel free to add onto this, but basically—

People need names to know and remember who they are, and forgetting one’s name is the first step to losing the rest of who one is. Names humanize a person; with a name, they are less shrouded in mystery, more clear.

Knowing somebody's name helps one connect to and better understand that person; it is the first step in getting to know them and see them as a full person, the transition from “the crazy man upstairs” to “Mr Bobo”. Names, to people at least, are one of the fundamental building blocks of who we are.

[vaspider]

Hi hi hi!

I saw your 'yeeterus soon' tag and my one braincell devoted to self-control on my day off was crushed to death by a stampede of 'hey! I had one of those and I have opinions!' braincells.

I got mine out last year (?? I think? Time is a lie) and I deeply regret not being specific enough with my surgeon about wanting pictures.

What I wanted: crime scene/evidence style photos of the miserable organ once it had been evicted. So that I could look up on my defeated foe and experience the satisfaction of victory.

(what I REALLY wanted: pickled baby maker in a jar that I could make a mold of and then cast in bronze and mount on my wall. As a conversation piece.)

What I got: two pictures of the inside of my abdominal cavity with the surprise (!!) ovarian cysts that nobody had thought to look for.

What I got after a LOT of bitching: gross room photos of my uterus sliced up into stir fry sized strips and each of the cysts opened up to reveal a truly disgusting amount of hair.

Anyways, this is all to say that I think a lot of OBGYN-focused medical professionals are just kinda systematically unprepared for dealing with neurodivergent/gender queer folks and our baseline level of weirdness.

P.S.: I strongly encourage you to quote any and all parts of this story if you think you can leverage it into being taken seriously. 👍 Wishing you a Happy Hysterectomy.

This is delightful to me. Fortunately, my surgery team was pretty great & my anaesthesiologist had the same first name as my daughter's Hebrew name. They came in and asked if she'd been in to see me and despite talking to like a dozen people in different masks and surgical hats, i was able to say pretty firmly NOPE, I NEVER TALKED TO ANYONE NAMED MIRIAM, I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT.

[whats-another-song-contest]

In a statement published the same week as the first Melodifestivalen semi-final, more than 1000 Swedish artists ask the EBU to exclude Israel from this year's Eurovision Song Contest, including 2 acts participating in this year's edition of melfest: Jacqline, and both members of Medina. Also among the signatures are former melfest participants Johan Hirvi (Panetoz) and Alvaro Estrella, as well as former winners Eric Saade and Malena Ernman.

Some other notable signatures belong to Robyn, First Aid Kit, Eagle-Eye Cherry, Petra Marklund (also known as September), The Wannadies, Thomas Stenström, Miriam Bryant, Sabina Ddumba, Daniel Adams-Ray, Timbuktu, Kaliffa and many others whose names I recognise but I'm too unfamiliar with the contemporary music scene to know their work.

Below is my translation of some parts of their statement, as well as sources:

Note: The bold parts are also bold in the original statement. I have tried to use the same terminology as the statement, but I'm no expert, so be aware that there can be some mistakes.

The first link includes the full statement in Swedish as well as a list of all the signatures:

[...] What is happening in Gaza is a humanitarian disaster and the International Court of Justice in The Hague has recently decided to continue the case where Israel is accused of crimes against the Genocide Convention. Despite this the European radio- and TV-union the EBU intends to allow Israel's participation in the Eurovision Song Contest 2024. The EBU grounds its position on Eurovision being a competition between public service companies rather than states. But in 2022 the EBU chose to exclude Russia by reason of the invasion of Ukraine, and in 2021 the participating broadcaster from Belarus was denied participation because the country broke the EBU's rules for the freedom of the press. In barely four months about 100 Palestinian journalists have been killed, and foreign press has been denied access to Gaza. It is one of the greatest attacks on journalistic freedom in modern times. We are of the opinion that the EBU by allowing Israel's participation displays a remarkable double-standard that undermines the credibility of the organisation. [...] We expect both the EBU and this year's host broadcaster SVT to be consistent in their approach towards participating countries that infringe on democratic values and human rights.

[...] We who sign this are 1000 artists who believe in music as a unifying force. The Eurovision Song Contest began as a peace project to unite countries and citizens through music. To allow Israel's participation undermines not just the competition's spiritual intent but the entire public service mission. It also sends the signal that governments can commit war crimes without facing consequences. That is why we ask the EBU: Exclude Israel from the Eurovision Song Contest 2024.

[canadiannationalfox]

Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Capsicums for Two - TW// Body image issues, eating disorders

Despite the warm glow of the sun's light as a reminder of it being day, she could remember that night clearly, even if it was already 8 years ago. The first time she set foot in the Elliott Manor.

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Louisa watched the gala goers, sitting at a spot along the wall, sipping her champagne. She didn't even want to be here at all, her vile step-mother told her that she was going to this event. Louisa tucked a stray curl of her partial updo behind her ear and sighed to herself, "I don't even want to meet him. He's probably going to go for one of the other 7 girls at this party."

Eventually a fellow with grey eyes and jet black hair approached, holding a glass of scotch on the rocks. "Evening," the Aussie teenager greeted politely, catching the woman's gaze.

"Evening," she greeted back, letting down her guard a bit because of the handsome fellow there with her. The 16 year old lad in the suit chatted politely with a tone of concern, "You seem upset, are you alright?"

"I don't even want to be here, it's some James Elliott's birthday and he's probably going to want to pick one of the really pretty girls out there, so that means I came here for no reason at all, typical"

The fellow, not wanting the young woman to know too much asked politely, "What's your name, Miss?"

"Louisa, Louisa Miriam Walker," she greeted, a little half heartedly, "How 'bout yours?"

On the fly, the fellow took her hand and shook it firmly with a goofy grin, "Just call me Jimmy-Edward." He observed Louisa laughing softly before he spoke happily, "My goodness, Louisa, you have such beautiful blue eyes!"

Louisa blushed at Jimmy-Edward's words. "Oh goodness, someone's a flirt."

The two spent the rest of the time together that evening and then Louisa couldn't find Jimmy-Edwards until she saw him up near the large windows with a globe near by them, she remembered his words clear as day.

"Louisa Miriam Walker, you are the one I want to court,"

The woman was floored, not only was the fellow she had spent most of the night with James Elliott, but she had bad mouthed him to his face and took all of it with a smile. When she asked him later, he had responded that he adored her brutality, her honesty, and her fiery passion and attitude.

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Louisa had been married now to James for 4 years, and they were expecting a child, but she was scared every time she looked in a mirror, especially now that she was recently into her second trimester.

The woman could see her mousy brown roots showing since she wasn't allowed to get her hair bleached back to golden blonde. She also was now starting to notice how her stomach was starting to swell from the baby bump. The blue-eyed woman started to cry.

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"Putting on weight? You really think he'd still love you looking like that!?" the woman named Gwendolynn barked rudely at Louisa.

The Step-Mother and Daughter were on their own at the wedding dress fitting and the bride-to-be was going to help herself to a small artisanal blueberry scone.

"I promise, mother, I'm not," the 20 year old woman responded back with politeness and fear in her voice.

The older woman who looked like a former ballerina cruelly retorted, "If your waistline is double the width of your neck, then you're as good as unlovable!"

Louisa dropped the scone like it was on fire and stepped away from the snacks and left the room, fighting back tears. The soon-to-be-Mrs. Elliott responded, doing her best to be strong, "I need a moment... I need to go get the back cinched tighter."

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James came into the room, he had been outside making sure his worker drones weren't over-watering his roses while also checking on how the vegetables in his garden were growing, and now had come inside to see how Louisa was doing. He approached the love of his life, seeing her from behind, he decided to compliment her. "Those prenatal vitamins sure are working wonders for you, Louisa," he complimented with a slight song in his voice, until he got closer and saw her saddened expression.

Louisa wiped her tears, and glanced away from James, hiding her eyes with her curtain bangs.

"What's wrong, luv?" James asked worriedly, gently pushing the hair away from his beloved's eyes.

"It's literally the silliest nonsense," Louisa brushed off as she turned away from him, looking to her stomach in dismay until she felt James place his hands lovingly on her shoulders.

"We can talk about it though," Louisa's loving husband insisted in a loving and warm Aussie accented voice, "Sit on down, and you can tell me your troubles,"

The blonde woman sat down at her vanity desk, but she didn't want to look at her reflection, she glanced at the low heeled pale pink flats she was wearing.

James picked up the brass plated hairbrush off of Louisa's vanity and started to gently brush his wife's perfectly permed golden curls as he had done ever since Louisa had a panic attack while getting ready for an event. A little caring treat that had become an almost daily routine for James to brush Louisa's hair or some little nurturing act of preening. "Now, now, Louise, tell me what troubles you."

Louisa felt courage to make eye-contact with her husband's reflection as he brushed her hair. "... Do you think I'm beautiful enough for you?"

The fellow with the dark cool-tone hair gently rubbed his wife's earlobe with his right index finger and thumb. "What ever makes you worry that, dear?"

The artificially-blonde woman leaned slightly into her doting husband's touch. "I'm not as thin as I used to be, James," she replied, her New Zealand accent audible still through the wavering of her voice, tears falling from her eyes now, she didn't want to be strong in this moment, "My roots are showing too. I'm... I'm not good enough, am I?" The sharing of her worries was met with by the sound of the hairbrush being set down and the feeling of a warm hug from behind. The JC Jensen executive lovingly soothed, "Louisa, you don't need to be thin or blonde for me to enjoy your companionship." He kissed the back of her head reassuringly. "Your personality was what I fell for, your external beauty may be a nice perk as well, but, I would love you no matter how you looked."

Louisa sniffled a little at that admission, not ready to talk yet.

James smiled as he looked to their reflection in the mirror. "Plus," he reassured in a jovial tone, "You could wear one of your lovely sunhats!"

Louisa giggled, wiping her tears away with her silk gloved hands.

James let go of her. The sweater-vested fellow walked in front of her, knelt down close and kissed Louisa's tummy. "Plus again, in here is our lovely little ball of sunshine, if we want them to come out, you're going to have to eat better, luv."

The woman in the fancy lavender sundress blushed and looked away, smiling softly.

James held Louisa's hands and responded joyfully, "I even checked the garden, there's all sorts of vegetables and fruits you can eat. Edamame beans, carrots, grape tomatoes, snap peas, cucumbers, pumpkin, strawberries, raspberries, concord grapes, sweet potatoes, and your favourite of all, capsicums."

The mention of the Aussie name of bell peppers made Louisa smile, she loved capsicums any colour they grew in, that was her favourite of all.

Louisa began to giggle as she felt James kiss her tummy more. "Oh goodness James," she trilled, now crying happy tears, "Stop that silliness."

Upon hearing the word stop, as if commanded by a queen, James stopped kissing his wife's tummy. James looked up, grinning like a Mad Hatter, but his eyes twinkling with love and adoration. "Couldn't you ask Xavier to take you back to red?" James suggested cheerfully, "Going to the salon usually helps you feel less sad."

"Last time after I told him I was pregnant, he told me that he wouldn't book me in for any colouring service until after I've had our child."

James smiled happily and joked, as he reached up and held his wife's right cheek lovingly, "Maybe I could help?"

"Don't be daft!"

The fellow stood up quickly, and with a silly funny twirl to try to brighten his wife's mood, got behind her, letting his wife laugh at his silliness. He ran his fingers through his wife's curly hair and offered happily, "No really, how bad could it go? I'm sure I could figure it out," James insisted confidently, "Besides, I could get some peroxide and lighten your roots that way. The doctors said no bleach, but they didn't say anything about peroxide, did they, luv?"

Louisa tilted her head back a little so she could see James' grey eyes that were filled with determination "Suppose not," Louisa sat happily, closing her eyes as James played with her hair, hanging off his every word of his plan.

"I'll take the afternoon off work. Then I can draw you a nice bath, make you some tea, and if the peroxide doesn't work, I'll have some dye on retainer as a plan B," James explained joyfully, he was all for it, "You could try strawberry blonde or a light ginger."

Louisa giggled happily, she loved seeing this problem solving side of her husband, it always made her adore him more. "Okay, okay, you've convinced me," she responded in her posh New Zealand accent voice, her worries and woes now forgotten, joking joyfully, "Book me in for an appointment with Jimmy-Edward!"

"Most certainly," he chuckled, using his hands to bring Louisa's hair over her shoulders, "Anyways, like I was saying earlier..." he began to joyfully explain, "Those vitamins sure are working wonders for you."

She pleaded as she placed her right hand on one of his hands that was still toying with her golden tresses, "Do elaborate, James."

"Well, your complexion looks amazing," He began to say as he took a hold of the hand she offered him, "your nails have never looked so healthy," James lifted his wife's hand gently as he leaned closer, planting a kiss on the back of her right hand as if she was royalty.

Louisa blushed, bashfully breaking eye contact with James' reflection.

"You're practically effervescently glowing," the Australian fellow insisted, his voice full of love. "And look how radiant and voluminous your hair looks," James uttered playfully, leaning closer to Louisa's ear, "It'd be a true shame to not take in the spoils of it growing like bluebells."

Louisa blushed even more, looking once again to her and her husband in the mirror before them, now feeling empowered.

"But, even your crowning glory pales in comparison to your aquamarine eyes" he addressed, gazing to their reflection, "Full of passion." He asked in a firm but loving tone, "Now, Louisa, tell me what you think. Do you think you're beautiful enough for me after all I've said?" before he kissed the back of her hand again

"I definitely do, James," Louisa replied, happy tears falling from her aquamarine eyes.

They grey-eyed fellow joyfully chuckled as he let go of his wife's hand, "Well, how about we go down to the sun room and have some vegetables?"

"I'd like that a lot," the New Zealand accented woman pleaded, standing up, still letting James hold her hand, "As long as you'll have some too."

"Of course, luv, nothing is better than mid morning smoko's snack being capsicums for two."

The end

[comfethan]

john ward is there for height reference since hes like 6'2...

more info about the au under the cut :-)

if you cant tell from the name abbreviations in order its:

clint edwards, adam, amelea lewis (pre and post possession), the breather, lydia (first and current design), luna youngman, mr delfalco, and tanner grayton.

so basically the wttg cast take the places of the faith cast. its kind of just the faith story but with the wttg cast and minor differences (since the wttg cast is like. significantly more morally evil)

clint edwards takes the place of john ward, because:

theyre both protags and i like putting clint in situations. i also just find their personalities and struggles similar. for clints design, the white dot is a rosary, and the white thing he holds is a camera. the flash scares demons away, and i thought it was fitting for a reporter.

adam takes the place of gary miller, because:

both cult leaders, and FREAKY 👅. also both main antagonists. as much as i wouldve liked to out adam in garys creep outfit i just couldnt. so to make his design stand out a bit more hes crooked to the left. makes him more uncanny, like hes wearing his own skin.

amelea lewis takes the place of amy martin, because:

girl that the protagonist tries desperately to save but ultimately fails and it haunts them forever!? also theyre both my fav girls ever. every character in wttg is an adult, so they remain adults here despite amy being like 17. so amelea is grown. not an excuse to be weird tho

the breather takes the place of michael davies, because:

i just think irs reallyyyy funny. im only human okay... the breather could be described as a naked man in the woods, dont you think? i really dont have a deep reason it was just a feeling...

lydia takes the place of tiffany robinson, because:

tiffany was like very desperate for gary and i think thats fitting for lydias whole thing. even though i dont think she was obsessed with adam, i can definitely see her in that position. also originally she was sister miriam but... haha.

luna youngman takes the place of lisa pearson, because:

blah blah clint and luna childhood friends is real to me okay... and luna smoking and them fighting alu.... UGHH JUST HEAR ME OUTTTT!!!!!! and they hold hands... lisa also just reminds me of luna in general on a personality thing. i kind of associate them together... maybe because they have similar names...

mr delfalco takes the place of father garcia, because:

listen i just needed someone to hold a shotgun and be morally (literally...) gray. and someone old. most characters didnt work for that... at the end of the day delfalco is what you get, alright? hes cool. he fits surprisingly well. or enough...

tanner grayton takes the place of miriam bell, because:

because i HATE HIM!!!!!!! i needed someone to take miriams bell but theres literally no women in wttg (WTF) so you know ehat just make tanner give birth to adam why not. give birth to a demon tanner... its punishment to give birth to a being as horrible as adam

anyway i do think thats every main character covered. the ones i have left would b like amys parents, the demons, or other characters that i dont think are thaat important. like father allred.

if theres any other character u think i should add tho tell me

shootout to my goat @keep-qui3t for helping me figure out some things and also motivating me 😮😮😮 more content soon

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

Hello again! (Warning, long rant again)

I'm basically making my own dc au for fun (I have too many writing projects to make another rn)

Adding onto what I created on Tom and Jensen, I wanna switch some of the characters with different ones for All Stars. This is now my au of an okay show plot

I wanna add only two characters, Drew (cause I love him and more details later), and Rosa (also explained later) and remove Miriam and Lake (I'm sorry but it's for reason and I wanna give other characters a chance to win)

The reason why I chose Drew and Rosa for All Stars is for two reasons, Fiore and common sense. For Drew, he's an underused contestant that's gone too early (honestly, glad he wasn't picked for all stars cause it kinda flopped after episode 5) but one thing that stands out about him that not a lot of the fandom bothered to notice is that Drew is a constant supporter of Fiore.

One: He probably voted for someone else (like maybe Miriam or Tom) in episode 1, and he was shocked that Fiore was voted out. Also, at the finale where Fiore was already exposed at a villain, Drew was seen at Fiore's stand despite everything, so a Drew and Fiore dynamic would be perfect because Fiore gets bullied way too much by both her teammates and the writing.

And while she does deserve some of the anger they feel towards her, you have to remember that she's just a 6-8 year old (No, I'm not excusing her actions they were bad, but there's a reason why she's this way. Monsters aren't born, they're made), so having someone who seen her at her worst and yet still cares about her would probably make Fiore realize that she's not a heartless monster like what her mom said, she's capable of love like everyone else.

Rosa is also picked for a similar reason, like Drew, while Rosa did watch DC season 1 and saw how Fiore was acting like a jerk she never really liked her first but later into watching the other half of the season she saw a bit of her daughter in Fiore if certain things happened. So when she joined All Stars, she saw the chance to help the self-proclaimed 'monster' of the Disventure Camp.

Let me tell you, if someone has been told by a bunch that they're the worst and many hateful words at a young age, gains a support system and teaches them how to truly love with time it would do wonders.

(Also, I want Rosa to adopt Fiore after the show is over. (Dis)respectfully, I don't trust Alec around kids based on the few mentions about his treatment towards his own kid)

Now, for Tom, his spy background is what made me like him back in the first season 'cuase I'm a sucker for anything spy-related. But like with any cool plotline, ONC fumbled his background just for what? Petty drama and a relationship that probably wouldn't be the best in reality.

Maybe he gets trauma from getting tortured by the enemy after being left behind on a dangerous mission by his teammates and friends he trusted (make Tom fucked up looking like the Creature from Frankenstein) and scars similar to the Phantom's eye scar and have half of his mouth exposed (just have the right side be messed up 👍🏽) Make him a recluse that learns to accept help from others along with trauma bonding with Jake (trust issues gang fr)

For the last part, Jensen. The mystery man himself: Why is he working on a reality TV show where his face could be revealed with the FBI? What did he do for the police and FBI hunting him down, and what does he gain during his stay at Disventure Camp?

Now, let's imagine this: Jensen used to be a part of this huge crime ring that he, originally named Vladimir, ruled with an iron fist. But someone snitched on the gang, and the police took down most of the gang members except Vladimir. Now, with nothing but posters asking people to look out for him, Vladimir needed to get back on top, so when he saw a sheet asking for help on a new reality show out in the middle of no where Vladimir took the job.

He changed his looks (his hair was black, but he dyed it gray to look older, covered the tattoo on his neck and blinded his left eye), and gained a new (fake) ID and changed his name to Jensen. After being hired by Derek and Trevor, he started his plan to restart his empire by selling the animal corpses he kills by the order of Derek and Trevor (He may have killed some interns and framed it as bear attacks)

When season 1 started and Tom joined (He was forced to take the job after the trouble with his teammates betraying him and his boss on their last straw at Tom), Jensen sensed something odd about him. Sneaking a peek at his bags while the players are at the challenge, Jensen finds out that Tom's a spy looking for him, so he creates a plan to make sure Tom will never catch him.

So that's what I have for now, I might come back with more later. Thank you for reading and gn/gm!

-🌙

ATE DEVOURED LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THIS

i LOVE the idea of getting drew and rosa back to not only flesh them out more (as they deserved) but to also flesh out fiore and give her a redemption arc. especially drew omg my sweet boy i miss him

and the jensen arc... moon anon we need you on the show rn i can’t watch this knowing it could’ve been THIS /pos

[silvertsundere]

Say Hello To Vivian Vex!

Before anything else I wanna thank @imcoffeecats (VGen) for the wonderful comm experience from start to finish. It was an absolute pleasure working with them and I highly recommend checking them out if you're looking to comm someone!

Anyway I've been wanting to talk about this here for a while, but was waiting for the sheet to be completed before doing it. We had talked about making a "mascot" character for my server in the past and we finally went along with the idea in December. Vivi here was born from the input of many members and my own. Expect to see a lot more of her in the future! also backstory for her under cut

originally she was just supposed to be the server's mascot but my brain engaged DM mode so I made a whole backstory for her (and more), which my bestie helped touch up in some parts so some wording is not exactly the same as I'd use on my own

Species: Human | Job: Mage/Healer | Age: 30 Height: 175cm (5’9’’~) | Weight: 69kg (152 lbs) Adventurer Rank: S+

Backstory:

Vivian was born to a servant couple in service of the Vex family. She was assigned to be the personal attendant for Miriam, and so they grew up very close, becoming best friends and leading Vivian to be extremely protective of her.

   When she had free time she would practice magic, and during one of these sessions a professor from MAM’s adventuring academy, who was visiting Miriam’s parents, saw her and recognized her natural talent, offering her a scholarship. Vivian hesitated since she didn’t want to leave her lady alone, but after much encouragement from her family and Miriam herself she decided to go.

  Despite her reservations about enrolling, Vivi quickly became the talk of the school. The servant girl to mage prodigy. At first many looked down on her because of her origins. However, with time, it became clear that Vivi's methods were completely unorthodox. She was often found working out in her free time. Despite being a mage she could probably hold her own in melee combat. One of Vivi's classmates secretly looked in the journal she always carried in an attempt to learn her secrets. Only to find cute sketches and doodles with seemingly no rhyme or reason. Vivi noticed the girl and attempted to explain how these sketches were spells but the girl was simply more confused. Vivi's strange methods and general kind nature made her even more popular. Often having students come to her for aid.

   Vivi successfully graduated several years before most and began to travel the world with a couple members of her graduating class. While on one of these adventures, a member of her party got seriously injured. Vivi had no way to help and cursed herself for being powerless in such a grave situation. She vowed to never allow that to happen again and switched her focus onto defensive and healing magic instead.

   After many years and having achieved the goals they set out with, the party decided to split up and retire. During their travels Vivian developed a greater interest for various art forms, so she decided to create a mobile archive/gallery so she could travel the world not only to experience more art but also bring the joys of it to as many people as she can.  The name of it being the “Argentum Galeria”.

[artseniccatnip]

Wanderfell Lore Post 2023

Yes I updated it again, so Wanderfell is a Wandersong AU that started out as a simple, “Kiwi and Miriam are villains” AU but has evolved a little bit over time, the main premise, that they’re antagonists to the hero, which is still Audrey, but she’s a hero in a different way, still remains,  their brand of evil is more like... showboaty and cartoony, not actual morally reprehensible things

Characters: 

Audrey (Renamed Dragonfruit): Hero with a heart of gold, she's more patient, stubborn, and tries to talk things out, but she's also kind of a liar Sword can shoot all types of elemental magic cause why not, plus it has teleportation powers and gives her godly endurance

Kiwi (Renamed Pomegranate): Optimistic and motivated, a little prankster, doesn't think things through, selfish, overprotective, but also extremely loyal Singing still affects the world around them, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, and it also amplifies Razzberry's magic

Miriam (Renamed Razzberry): Grumpy, Possessive, Impulsive, Selfish, deep down she's actually a softie Shadow Magic, Elemental magic, brews her own potions and grows her own plants, infinite inventory space in her hat

Plot: 

The overseers are still in charge of the world, they're all powerful and have certain dominion over certain elements in the world, also they're switched with their fairies from the OG game cause i find it fun

A hero is chosen by Eya every so often (think how the paintbrush is given to wielders and eventually they retire a la chicory: a colorful tale) to protect the overseers, they're given a magical sword that, depending on how you use it, is basically all powerful

The hero who is chosen by Eya is worked TO DEATH, Eya (named Harmoneya) works her heroes to the bone in order to keep the perfect harmony of her world while no one else can, if she feels they aren't performing well enough she can take them over... (Also yes my version of Eya is an orb of light)

Pomegranate learns about the hero and wants her uber powerful sword cause no one takes them seriously in life and they're belittled cause they do petty crime but they want to be infamous. Pom and Raz meet during Pom's quest to find the person who WAS given the sword, Raz wants to steal the power of the overseers, but Pom is mostly just obsessed with the sword, the two team up, agreeing that Raz can get whatever overseer magic she wants but Pom gets the sword

They run into Dragonfruit who has the sword and they fight her for it a bunch, but alas... despite how pathetic she looks...she is strong....and they can’t beat her

In this au the overseers aren't like deteriorating or dying, Raz and Pom are too stupid to realize hurting them would spell the end of the world and Rags doesn't want to hurt them so she will always try to reason with/befriend them before stopping their plans

This does eventually work, they get a soft spot for her and learn that her goddess is an evil fucked up being and decide they'll find a way to free Dragonfruit from her fate... and that's pretty much the open plot LOL, thank you for reading!! here are their sprites :)

Important facts: 

- Pomegranate is a vampire, why? Idk cause I wanted them to be - Razzberry really likes plants and animals, she has a soft spot for nurturing things, but she’d never say it - Dragonfruit lives in a freakin mcmansion in her village, but the villagers sort of revere her which makes her alienated to them, also she has a pond on her roof :) 

[sakuramidnight15]

-RSA OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Caoimhe Dulcie

(Japanese: カオイムヘ・ダルシー)

Romaji: Kaoimuhe Darushī

Quote: "Greetings, how may I be in serve you with one of my baked treats? It's on the table."

V/A: Takanashi Kengo (Japanese)

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Birthday: October 29

Star Sign: Scorpio

Eye Color: Caramel Biege

Hair Color: Charm Pink

Height: 179 cm

Race: Human

Homeland: Kingdom of Priamonia (Second Land District)

Family: Unnamed Two Mothers

Unnamed Grandparents

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Fableheart (@jasdiary)

School Year: Third

Class: 3-C (Same Class with Miriam and Achlys)

Student no. 29

Occupation: Student

Chef Pâtissier in training

Part-time Waiter

Club: Cooking Club

Best Subject: Magic History, P.E., Potions, and Literature

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Shades of Light Beige, Brown, White, and Yellow

Favorite Food: Mostly anything edible, Donuts, BBQ, Fried Spicy Rice, Fried Meat (Thigh and Rib Meats), Warm Tea (In Various Flavours, Butterfly Pea Tea as his favourite), Pie (In Various Flavours), Asian Food (Mostly)

Least Favorite Food: Frog Meat, Overburnt Food (Mostly), Food was served expired (Absolutely Not), Beef, Sour Candies, Jawbreakers (Mostly), Rock-stone Cookies (Mostly)

Likes: Pastry Making (Mostly), Styling Ribbons (On any material), Studying other recipes, Paying efforts off, Sugar-glass artwork making, Reading Novels (They are mostly gorish and spicy sometimes), Taste-testing Other People's Desserts (Miriam for one example)

Dislikes: Noisy Places, Getting interrupted (Mostly), People Wasting his Time, Getting Canceled Last Second (Mostly, but pissed), Disrespectfulness (Mostly), Untidiness, Wealthy People (Mostly), Strict Standards from Nobles (Mostly, But in pure silence), Someone Tampering Food (Mostly), Food Poisoning (Mostly),

Hobbies: Pastry Making (Mostly), Styling Ribbons (Mostly, especially for decorations), Cooking (Mostly), Studying Other Recipes, Sugar Glass Artwork, Reading Novels (Mostly, they are mostly gorish and spicy sometimes), Being a taste-testing, Showing Basics Styles (Mostly, for on cooking and hair styling)

Talents: Extreme Acrobatics, High IQ, High Stamina, Physical Self-defense, Castor Abilities, Polearm Skills, Extreme Debate Skills, Taekwondo Skills,

Nicknames: Cao (From his family and friends)

Caoimhe-senpai or Dulcie-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Coco (From Celestine, although it was a light tease though)

Omi (From Miriam)

Caomi (From Xander)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Caoimhe has a tall muscular male body figure but the figure itself looked slender than what's been explained but according to him he has been himself fit regardless of the results of his physics status. He has long charm pink colored long hair that reached to the bottom of his foot heels and has caramel beige colored eyes. Caoimhe is known for his generosity and patience, although he tends to be rather startlesome yet sweet.

Personality: Born and was raised within the second district in the Kingdom of Priamonia by rather a large family, Caoimhe in a young age back then studied into the family business whenever he sees his family members running the main store that resides near the gates of the third district. Despite his enthusiasm of the family's business and somehow viewed to study its culinary traditions, he's often taken the basics before learning elsewhere which his family members finds it a bit worrisome at the least till he manages it himself. Despite not wanting to worry his family much, he assures them that he'll stick to the beginner levels before reaching to another route way.

This most likely continue on as he grows older and is now assisting the store, morefully when he's serving the customers, but at the kitchen is where he practices his skills away from the public eye.

The current Caoimhe we're seeing in the present timeline is known for his generosity and interesting aspirations alongside with his patience within his exterior through from others within the academy, though he tends to be rather startlesome sometimes whenever his concentration had been interrupted, which caused him to be a little fussy afterward as he calmed himself down. Morefully he's on the patience side than getting fussy sometimes, although he's completely balanced on with his emotions and keeps them under control. He's mostly seen with Westyn's and his group around at campus or often seen with Lucia within the dormitory buildings.

Whenever he's with his fellow rift buddies, he's mostly feels normal but adding the mess and chaos that happens, Caoimhe just sighed until he gets dragged into the mess. Regardless of that, he never felt tired whenever it happens.

Aside from his main exterior from his main personality around from random people he sees and interacts only once, he's mostly sweet than being fussy. Morefully he knows how to settle the mood whenever he's in a room filled with people such as the dorm itself or other places. Caoimhe eventually knows his way around, especially entertaining people with his culinary skills that he'd been practicing while growing up from his childhood memories. Though he seems to look a bit cute whenever he fuss a few things a little bit, especially whenever he's busy with his work.

Sometimes there are ideas of tendency to go off balance from main front and sidelines if things didn't go smoothly, especially if he ever get involved by dragging it down with it, not like it's been asked for it. Caoimhe himself can keep his facial expression at firm pace whenever he puts up an act, but not for his emotions stirring up inside of it. A few words wouldn't hurt unless anyone who shouts it back wants it, a slight convincing of cruelty won't hurt anyone but he less cares likely of how he feels towards it and would be serious about it, put a bit of adding when it comes to reputation then everything falls apart such as the food being spoiled through the process or from the start...

Aspiring when it comes to talents within the bakeshop, though there are days that he needs to calm himself a bit though, that's when his fellow friends would say about him.

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Trivia

-The name 'Caoimhe' means 'beautiful'. It has been well-used in English-speaking countries and particularly in Ireland from the same root as the masculine name, while his surname 'Dulcie' from the Latin word dulcis, meaning "sweet," and is also the Spanish word for "candy." It's related to the name Dulce, a traditional Roman name that Cervantes drew inspiration from when naming Dulcinea, the chosen lady of erratic knight Don Quixote.

-He's based on Ginger Breadhouse, from the Ever After High Franchise and Series.

-Aside from his skills within the kitchen. He knows how to brew various yet new tea flavours. Classics or a new one.

-He hates seeing food getting wasted.

-Often picked as a taste-tester whenever someone asks him to.

-Knows how to style and tie ribbons, either on decorating the food or on hair.

-Keeps his mental hygiene in check. Very likely.

-He fusses sometimes but in less serious-like manner, though it looked pretty cute to see it happen if you want to.

-He and Xander are childhood friends regardless of the two being in different districts, the two kept in contact till now. Though Xander often questions Caoimhe's sexuality, which puts the latter in so much of confusion.

-He's mostly neutral with his dorm mates aside from Lucia, although he's often slight popular for his cooking and his treats being the best snacks in the dorm.

-He and Miriam had known each other since they entered the same cooking school when they were kids, making them former cooking buddies.

-Celestine often visits his family's store sometimes and still do it after growing up, which the two had normal conversations. Although there are days that Celestine often teases him while the chats kept going much to his dismay.

-Around people such as his dorm mates or others aside from his fellow rift friends from his homeland, he'd didn't seem to show his skills are cooking. Which anyone would be curious after seeing the results of what the latter would might cook.

-Can be even be seen for reading novels but in goreish graphics plus with spicy contexts in secret. More occasionally at night.

-He and Ismene often rants a lot when it comes to novels, both anime and novel series.

-His Curse: (From his culinary skills, he can morefully create a VIP sweet-like table serving if only the conditions are yet to be made by the one who asks for his services of whatever ordered food. If five of each of them have met, he then served the best of the best servings at your table to your heart's delight. But if the conditions have not have met, this resulted the food that will be served to rotten quickly at your behalf at the minute you bite it or not, including the taste would be beyond horrid. Regardless if the conditions had been met or not by the customer will cause Caoihme's throat to gain severe breathing problems or a quick asthma attack immediately in the aftermath. He can recover his breathing and will be back to normal but only for two weeks straight of recovery.)

-Around at his age of twelve from his past, Caoimhe was a victim of severe food poisoning when a noble from the fourth district asked him to taste the food the noble was served with inside of a restaurant one evening, causing the serious issue to rise through the minute his family found out about as the noble was executed for it. He was hospitalized for four weeks.

-Due to the incident, it seemed to be the main reason why his personality is one a balance scale. Which is why he's sometimes patience but is very much on limits.

-His voice sounds mature but the attitude and tone changes whenever he sees a situation building up. Which is why I chose Takanashi Kengo to be his voice actor.

-He doesn't seem to be a fond of the fourth district, since it had to become a ghost town of disgrace by the queen.

-Gets annoyed if someone brings up about cooking monsters. Literally.

-Pissed if he sees a messy kitchen.

-Has a pet male sliver wolf named 'Puco'.

[lorainelegacy]

what will Loraine do when Fig eventually dies of old age? Stay widowed forever? Kill herself? Find a new partner? Low-key curious

(I’m so so so so so so so sorry if this has already been asked 😖🙏)

Hello and thank you for your interest! I'm afraid this reply is going to be quite long. Well, to start with my fanfic isn't finished so all I have are ideas that may change at any given moment. But I do have some general ideas. My fanfic will have up to three different outcomes:

Fig dies in the battle against Ranrok (the canon ending of the game).

Loraine dies in the battle against Ranrok

Both survive the battle against Ranrok (the canon ending of my fanfic

Loraine was always aware of the age difference between the two, and because of this she began researching a potion that would defy the limits of mortality and extend Fig's life. So, always behind Fig's back, she began to research and make her own potions, but despite being excellent at Potions, every potion she created was a failure and the busy schedule of seventh year didn't allow her to focus too much on her research.

After the battle and after graduating they both started a life together and now with more free time, Loraine was able to put all her effort into the research that was her life for her, as the life of the person she loved depended on it. He was her whole life.

Eventually she succeeded and thanks to that potion she not only managed to help prolong Fig's life, but that of many wizards and witches she would help by selling those potions. Lorane's name spread throughout the wizarding world and, thanks to this, Eleazar and Loraine were able to live a quiet life without worrying about money. However, Loraine continued her research, she wanted to create more potions that would help people and to do so, she travelled all over the world. Fig accompanied her on each of her journeys, he did not want to lose her as he had lost Miriam.

By the time she was about fifty years old, Eleazar decided that the time had come to give up the potion. It was the hardest decision of their life. She was happy to have spent all those beautiful years with him, but shortly after he died she died of grief too. Her heart simply could not conceive of living without her other half. Even if she had lived longer I don't think she could have been with another man. Finally they were buried together, on the cliff near their home on the coast. Eleazar's name would forever be remembered at Hogwarts as a great wizard, friend and teacher. Loraine would be remembered as a woman who, driven by the desire to help others, and above all, driven by love, managed to help the wizarding world.

These are all ideas I have in mind, I don't know if they will be realised or if I will eventually change them one day.

As for the canon ending of the game where Fig dies in the battle of Hogwarts I have two possible ideas:

1) Loraine wouldn't be able to bear the loss of Fig and would end up taking her own life.

2) Loraine would try to take her own life, (she tried to poison herself and was found in Fig's office, almost lifeless). while in real life they fight to save her she finds herself in a kind of limbo where she meets Fig for the last time. He tells her that her time has not come and that she must live. He, who knows more than anyone else her courage and skills, tells her that she needs to live because she has much to contribute to the wizarding world. Eventually they manage to revive Loraine and she continues her research and ends up becoming a renowned potion maker. The only thing that kept her alive was to make Fig proud of her. Despite this, she was never able to be happy again, nor was she able to be with another man in her life. She finally died at the age of thirty-five and was buried next to Fig, the only love of her life.

3) As for the ending where Loraine sacrifices herself in the battle of Hogwarts, Fig would simply die shortly thereafter. His heart could not bear to lose her.

God, this is a really long answer. I'm sorry. As I said, these are all ideas I have in my mind and they may change over time. I hope they are not too boring or silly. Thanks again for your interest!

[timeless-fanfic]

Heyo 👋 I saw you were taking requests. Could u do something about Andrew being in love with a young woman who already has her own kids but isn’t with anyone anymore? But he hasn’t told her he’s in love with her yet?

Restoring Faith

Chapter 1: A Stranger’s Kindness

Word Count: 1653

Andrew x Reader

Note: I have written an outline for ten chapters for this...hope you enjoy!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty road that led to Capernaum. Andrew adjusted the small sack of food on his shoulder, absently noting how quiet the world seemed at this hour. His thoughts were elsewhere—on the past few days traveling with Simon, on the challenges they had faced since following Jesus, and on the constant, nagging question of what lay ahead. The unknown was daunting, but Andrew was learning to trust that the path set before him, however unclear, would lead to something greater.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the children at first. The faint sound of laughter drifted on the breeze, pulling him from his reverie. As he rounded the corner near the village well, he saw them—a boy and a girl, no more than seven and five years old. The boy, sandy-haired and tall for his age, was chasing a chicken while the girl, her dark curls bouncing as she skipped along the edge of the road, clapped her hands in delight.

Andrew couldn’t help but smile at the scene. It reminded him of simpler times, when his biggest worries were fishing with his father and making sure Simon didn’t get them into too much trouble. The boy darted toward the well, his laughter ringing out, but his foot caught on a loose stone. Andrew winced as the boy fell, landing hard on his hands and knees.

“Ow!” the boy cried, his cheerful expression crumpling in pain.

Andrew stepped forward quickly, instinctively reaching for the boy. “Are you alright?” he asked, kneeling beside him.

The boy sniffled, nodding bravely despite the tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m okay… I think.”

The little girl, who had been skipping merrily moments ago, rushed over, her eyes wide with concern. “Eliam! You’re hurt!”

“I’m fine, Miriam,” the boy mumbled, though he winced as Andrew gently examined his scraped knee.

Andrew pulled a strip of cloth from his bag, dipping it in the water from the well to clean the wound. “You’ll be alright, Eliam,” he said kindly. “It’s just a scrape. No need to worry.”

Eliam nodded, biting his lip as Andrew worked. The girl, Miriam, hovered nearby, clutching the edge of her brother’s tunic and looking up at Andrew with wide, curious eyes.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice soft but direct.

Andrew smiled at her, finishing up his makeshift bandage on Eliam’s knee. “My name’s Andrew. I’m a fisherman. What’s your name, little one?”

“Miriam,” she answered shyly, her fingers twisting in the hem of her simple tunic.

“Well, Miriam, it looks like your brother’s going to be just fine,” Andrew said with a wink. “But I think he should take it easy for a while. No more chasing chickens today.”

Eliam groaned, glancing longingly at the chicken that had wandered off to peck at the ground a few feet away. “But I almost caught it!”

“Almost isn’t good enough,” Miriam said with a giggle, clearly enjoying her brother’s predicament.

Andrew chuckled, standing and offering a hand to Eliam. “Come on. I’ll help you up.”

Eliam hesitated for a moment before taking Andrew’s hand and pulling himself to his feet. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and gratitude.

“No problem,” Andrew replied, brushing the dust from his own hands. He glanced around, noticing there was no one nearby who seemed to be looking after the children. “Where’s your mother or father?”

“They’re not here right now,” Eliam answered quickly, almost too quickly. He shot a glance at Miriam, who shifted nervously from foot to foot.

Andrew frowned but didn’t press the matter. “Well, how about I walk you back home? It’s getting late.”

The children exchanged a look before Miriam nodded. “Okay. Eema will be happy to meet you.”

Andrew smiled, his curiosity piqued. Something about the way they had answered his questions, particularly Eliam’s rushed response, made him wonder about their situation. But he didn’t want to pry, especially not when the children seemed so trusting of him already.

They set off down the road, Andrew walking a few steps behind as the children chatted between themselves. Eliam was already back to his energetic self, regaling Miriam with tales of how he had nearly caught the elusive chicken. Miriam, for her part, seemed content to listen, though she would occasionally glance back at Andrew with a quiet curiosity.

As they approached the edge of the village, a small house came into view—a modest home, well-kept but worn from years of use. A woman stood outside, her back turned as she hung freshly washed linens on a line to dry. Her long, dark hair was tied back in a simple braid, and her movements were careful, almost delicate, as she worked.

“Eema!” Miriam called out, breaking into a run as soon as she saw her mother.

The woman turned, her face softening with a smile as she caught sight of her daughter. But the smile faltered when she noticed Andrew walking behind the children. She quickly stepped forward, meeting them halfway, her expression cautious.

“Miriam, Eliam,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “Who is this?”

“Eema, this is Andrew,” Eliam said proudly. “He helped me when I fell.”

Andrew stopped a few feet away, feeling suddenly unsure of himself under the woman’s scrutinizing gaze. “Your son tripped near the well,” he explained, his tone respectful. “It wasn’t serious, just a scrape. I helped him clean it up.”

The woman’s expression softened slightly, though she still looked wary. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “I appreciate your kindness.”

Andrew nodded. “I’m glad I could help. Your children are full of energy. They remind me of my brother and me when we were younger.”

The woman’s lips twitched into a brief smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She glanced at Eliam’s bandaged knee before looking back at Andrew. “You said your name was Andrew?”

“Yes,” he replied. “I’m a fisherman by trade.”

Her brow furrowed for a moment before something seemed to click in her mind. “You’re one of the men who follows Jesus, aren’t you?”

Andrew blinked, caught off guard. “Yes, I do. How did you know?”

“I’ve heard of Him,” she said softly, her gaze flickering toward the children, who had already run off to play in the yard. “And of His followers. You’re staying nearby, aren’t you?”

“We’ve been traveling,” Andrew explained, watching her closely. There was something in her voice—a hesitancy, perhaps even a fear. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. “We stop where we can, helping people, spreading the message Jesus has given us.”

The woman nodded, though her expression remained guarded. “It’s a noble cause,” she said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sure what to think of it.

Andrew hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask the question that had been nagging at him. “Where is your husband?”

Her face seemed to tighten at the mention of him, and for a long moment, she didn’t answer. Andrew immediately regretted the question, sensing he had touched on something painful.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’s… gone. He passed away before Miriam was born.”

Andrew’s heart sank. He had seen the look in her eyes before—the look of someone who had carried far too much for far too long. The weight of grief, of loneliness, was etched into the lines of her face, despite her efforts to hide it.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

She shook her head, offering a small, sad smile. “It’s alright. It’s been… difficult. But we manage.”

Andrew glanced at the children, who were now chasing each other around the yard, their laughter filling the air. “You’ve raised them on your own?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice tinged with both pride and exhaustion. “It hasn’t been easy, but they’re my world. I do what I can for them.”

Andrew nodded, understanding more than she realized. He had seen that same determination in his own mother after their father had passed, leaving her to raise two rambunctious boys on her own. It was a kind of strength that few could understand unless they had lived it.

“If there’s anything you need,” Andrew began, unsure of what exactly he was offering but knowing he wanted to help, “please don’t hesitate to ask. I’d be happy to assist you in any way I can.”

The woman looked at him for a long moment, as if weighing the sincerity of his words. Finally, she gave a small nod, her expression softening. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

Andrew smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. He could see how much she carried, how much she had buried beneath the surface. And though he barely knew her, he found himself wanting to ease that burden, if only a little.

“Well,” he said, glancing at the sky, where the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. “I should get going. The others will be wondering where I’ve gone.”

The woman nodded, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “Thank you again… for helping Eliam.”

“It was my pleasure,” Andrew replied. He took a step back, then paused. “What’s your name?”

For a moment, she hesitated, as if unsure whether to give him that piece of herself. But then she spoke, her voice quiet but steady. “[Y/N].”

Andrew smiled. “It was nice to meet you, [Y/N].” With that, he turned and began to walk away, though his thoughts lingered on the woman and her children.

[cam-ulu29]

okay. Just watched Prince of Egypt for the first time. Sorry! I know, uncultured.

I am…having thoughts. Namely, why is this movie so praised? And on tumblr of all places?

interesting? Sure. Pacing? Fairly decent. Complex characters? Yeah. Two of them. Accurate to the original material? Only in its most basic form.

Regardless of my own feelings about the movie, I can’t believe that TUMBLR of all places has no issue with the serious erasure of women and disabilities in that movie! It took away Jochebed/Yokeved’s really significant role of raising Moses, teaching him about his people, making sure he didn’t forget who he was—which was only possible because of Miriam’s courage and cunning!

and the worst offender, of course, is the complete erasure of Moses’ speech impediment and Aaron’s role in helping him communicate despite it. The whole storyline of being disqualified from rule in Egypt because of it, and the God of the Hebrews saying, no, I made you just the way you are and I’m going to show them and you how perfect you are is just…thrown out? For some basic brotherly angst?

idk. It just. It wasn’t what I was expecting.

[ilikeyoshi]

drops them in here. skyrim oc brainrot is real

anyway this is miriam free-winter, nord dragonborn, and cambria mede iv, imperial princess. :) because the knight/princess flavor of lesbians is FUN dammit.

miriam was orphaned in windhelm as a child and eventually adopted by brunwulf free-winter. she soaked up all the stories about brunwulf being a hero because he fought for ulfric stormcloak during the great war, and now she wants to follow in those footsteps by serving the stormcloaks, which if u know brunwulf as a character, has led to a lot of tension between him and his daughter.

despite her political allegiances, miriam is really sympathetic to the non-men peoples of skyrim, and her anger is focused on factions over people, like the empire and the thalmor. a lot of her journey involves dismantling these ideas she has in her head about who ulfric and the stormcloaks really are, and coming to the same realizations brunwulf did. but uh, she starts off with some very flawed ideas about the war, that's for sure!

cambria mede, fourth of her name, is the granddaughter of the current imperial emperor, titus mede ii. she is, to say the absolute least, a total troublemaker of a princess. having grown up surrounded by people that condemn skyrim for its resistance to empirical rule (and the many bad things that come from it), cambria starts on a different path, wanting to experience skyrim and its plight firsthand and figure out what they really need and how to provide it.

thus, she declares she's going to skyrim for a relative's wedding in solitude—a perfect excuse to get into the province and investigate—only to get caught right in the middle of the helgen incident. cambria survives and is rescued by riverwood villagers, and while she withholds her true identity from them, she immediately knows skyrim is about to be in far worse trouble than it already is with a dragon of all things on the loose, and her priorities shift accordingly.

miriam eventually meets cambria in riverwood, having been sent by the stormcloaks to investigate weird rumors about helgen shortly after the incident. by now, cambria has freshened up on Skyrim Folklore, and with half a prophecy already fulfilled with the dragons' return, she sees no reason not to believe the other half of the prophecy will soon reveal itself—the dragonborn. miriam stands out to her because of a surprising resistance to dragonfire, and suspecting her, cambria requests her help investigating the nearby bleak falls barrow, explaining that the ancient nords might still have documentation of some sort that can help skyrim against the dragons.

what she's really after, and what miriam soon learns, is proof she's dragonborn—and of course, cambria finds it when miriam is able to learn the word of power buried in the barrow. :)

as always, i named my skyrim ocs after fonts, because my first skyrim oc was named thusly and it's a fun tradition to keep up! i really wanted to more strongly incorporate the civil war than i normally do in playthroughs too, because it's such an integral part of the story, but one i tend to disregard because neither option is very good lol. instead of that being a deterrent this time though, i decided to explore it—i wanted characters who had various reasons for the choices they made, and to see how those choices change as they learn and grow. skyrim as a story isn't nuanced enough to pick a Truly Good Option at the end of all this, and i haven't found a mod that promises much better (though i haven't started that questline in my current playthrough yet, so if you have suggestions PUHLEEEEASE hit me up!!!!), but that's what Imagination and Putting My Fingers In My Ears is for.

anyway, as u can see they are my world-saving lesbians of the week. <3 i am rotating them in the microwave that is my brain at terminal velocity.

picrew credits! [1-2] [3] [4]

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

So I've been seeing that OC asks thing that's been floating around by @yvesdot and decided to take a crack at it with Miriam, so fair warning, this will be a long post.

1: Doesn't really sleep with stuffed animals but absolutely would if given one. Miriam is incredibly fond of soft fluffy objects so I imagine she'd love to have one.

2: She should be able to take care of one, she's half dryad after all. Which is ironic considering she's half vampire. Has been known to be very fond of cats and pigeons, still very miffed that pigeons are considered dirty. Also could take care of a child, though she'd be a strict mother.

3: Miriam doesn't have a currently have a love interest aside from a joke ship, however she was with Carmilla (different from gonzo my version is more based on the book that predates Dracula) and she'd probably say "She's beautiful with the way her eyes can appear to be the colour of soil to the brightest of rubies. She is a soul like no other, sweeter than the sweetest strawberry and yet can be more vicious than the sharpest thorn. I gladly fight in her stead, wetting my blade with blood in her name."

4: Yes, yes she does. The only reason I don't put her in red more often is because otherwise she can look a bit too much like Alucard. Thankfully she's not as allergic to colour as he is lmao

5: If the situation demands it or she gets frustrated enough, the genes to be dramatic has been passed down. She will mostly give ones meant to kick men into gear due her history as a general, or she'll make a speech about the uselessness of fighting for nothing, a hollow thing in her eyes.

6: Person she always takes advice no matter what? Hmm, does it count if it was a dead man? Alive it would probably be Irons whom she trusts despite being older than him, dead the man who mentored her. As for person she never takes advice from no matter what would probably be Arthur or the pope, my gal hates the church with a passion.

7: In three words? Morally grey, wrathful, determined. For her, she'd describe herself as Godless, unnatural, and a bastard.

8: She likes puzzles, they're entertaining to her, loves the ones that you have to put together to make different shapes. A fan of mysteries as well.

9: empathizes with books, specifically the burned ones because it reminds her of herself and how humans try to get rid of her as well.

10: Probably when she was 212 because she'd have been with Carmilla at the time, who made her feel like a person and not an abomination of God.

11: Save, this woman only really uses money for bribes or when she needs to legally buy something like property.

12: Enjoys romance because she can dream for a little bit that she's normal and doesn't have to be careful with whom she interacts with

13: From her mother? How to make tea from Garlic flowers; from her father? To learn to be more okay with feeding and learn how to use her more vampiric abilities more effectively and efficiently.

14: Yes, this woman's guilty pleasure is garlic, she is also allergic to garlic. Fortunately it's the flowers she really has to worry about, and the garlic just gives her mild food poisoning.

15: Probably social functions that are just there to flaunt wealth and nothing more. Also thinks hunting for the sport of it is also a waste of time (and wasteful in general).

16: Honestly? She'd probably indulge a little in a fine dress, because she does like pretty dresses, but mostly would wear pants and more soft fabrics yet pretty fabrics with a lot of beading.

17: Yes, she is fond of them

18: tongue, all the way, might even playfully nip or get a fang "accidentally" caught on a lip.

19: Will study before tests, will wing it with interviews.

20: hurdy-gurdy, loves it to bits.

21: honestly? Betraying her, or otherwise being dishonest over a long period of time. Might just straight up eat her partner if they're abusive.

22: loves pet names, will default to ones from other Ukrainian or Romanian, usually the latter. Most used would be iubițel or iubi. Has been known to give nicknames to specific people, like Integra she might call Ursuleț or little bear.

23: Novelty, though she thinks she wishes for Stability, what she actually wants is to not have to worry about fighting or bloodshed for at least a century.

24: Honesty

25: Possibility, this woman might have grown tired of bloodshed, but she's not opposed to taking beneficial opportunities when she sees them.

26: A mix of both, admires talent, but admires effort more, for effort will turn into talent with enough time.

27: Vengeance all the way, this woman killed a man's entire family one by one before killing because he killed her lover, and before that was a killer of those who killed werewolves when she found them, sometimes going so far to kill members of the church. Definitely has a blood price sort of mentality.

28: She is the fixer upper, or she'd make them worse, no in between

29: Has a tendency to dream of the church or to dream of finding Carmilla's dead body or her mentor and his pack dead.

30: Probably raise Carmilla back from the dead just for a night, but knows better than to subject her beloved to that.

[canadiannationalfox]

Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Gonna be Thera for you - TW// controlling parents, parental abuse, purity culture

Louisa and her future mother-in-law talk about things over tea.

Louisa had run away from home for the weekend, things were bad, despite her being 19 and a couple months away from marrying James. The girl nervously fidgeted with her brilliantly golden blonde fishtail-braid, as she looked down at the tea on the table in front of her. An Aussie woman, with a voice as gentle as a Nightingale's song spoke worriedly, "Louisa, dear, you haven't touched your tea."

Her blue eyes looked up to the pale blue eyes of the older woman sitting across the table from her in the hexagon shaped room with the windows facing the garden. "No... I'm not alright Mrs Elliott," she admitted, pulling her sleeves so it would hide the marks on her wrist from being struck with the long side of a knitting needle

The woman with the long smooth hair that appeared almost to have light blue streaks amongst the jet black, held her hand out offering to hold her soon-to-be daughter in law's hand. "It's okay to call me Thera or Mum... I don't mind at all, dear, and I don't mind you staying here," she reassured before offering, "You don't have to tell me, but it might make you feel better."

"I know I shouldn't be here... I should be at home with my own family. But... I don't want to be there.." Miss Walker spoke with a soft and somber sigh, her usually impeccable posture was slouched from sorrow.

Thera had met Gwendolynn once, and she didn't like the energy she felt off of the former ballerina. The nearly 50 year old woman reached out her left hand and gently took Louisa's right hand. "I'm proud of you for coming here, we will keep you safe, my dear." She caught sight of one of the strike-marks on Louisa's arm, but didn't react. The former child psychologist knew that reaction would often make someone pull away, so she acted as if she didn't see the injuries. "You're a brave girl, Louisa-Miriam."

Louisa started to cry. The affirming words, her hand being gently held, as well as being able to be open with her feelings helped her let her guard down safely. "I don't understand, Thera... why doesn't my mother love me? I'm doing my best, I am, I really am."

Thera let go of Louisa's hand and went over and hugged her. "There there, dear... I know, she cares too much about her reputation, but... you are so much more important." She stopped hugging Louisa tightly, and looked into the shorter woman's eyes. "You are more than enough, you are strong and brave, you make my son the happiest he's been... please be kind to yourself, Louisa dear."

Louisa stood in the embrace of her mother-in-law, eventually she found the courage to find her words but the wrong name came out as she spoke with a sniffle, "Thank you, Mum."

Thera soothed back gently, not making a big fuss over being called 'Mum', "You needed to let it out, dear. And look how brilliant you are, coming here to somewhere safe."

"But it's improper... I shouldn't be staying under the same roof as my soon-to-be husband."

Thera let out a little chuckle and affirmed, "It's the safest place for you to be. James will be back from the stables soon, and I'm sure he'd love to spend time with you."

Louisa couldn't help but smile, thinking about seeing James bound happily through the front door of the manor, his riding suit's boots covered in mud, his hair a mess from the helmet, a big dorky grin on his freckly face. "He's so handsome, isn't he?" she giggled, wiping her tears, "In that polo ensemble."

"It's not my place to tell, but, he says similar things about you," the dark haired woman admitted, letting go of Louisa and sitting down again to have some tea. Louisa thought about James and all the lovely compliments he would shower her with as she too sat back down. The blonde woman took a sip of tea and responded with a smile, "You and Mr Elliott are fantastic parents to James... I'm happy to know all of you."

"Oh, we're not perfect, dear," Thera giggled and responded as she stirred another sugar cube into her lemon and honey tea, "He can get so worked up into a tizzy, so we got him a horse so he could learn responsibility, but he always tracks mud in. Oh those poor maid drones and butlers who have to clean it up. He's gotten better at not tracking in as much mud."

Louisa sighed and laughed before she got a call. "Oh no," she groaned as she heard the ringtone with a snippet of Vivaldi's Winter L'Inverno, "It's Mother." The woman in the greyish-purple dress answered the phone with a respectful but fearful, "H-hello Mother."

Gwendolynn barked through the phone, her tone severe, "LOUISA MIRIAM WALKER, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I am over at the Elliott's, Mother," she responded into the phone. "Why? I don't recall a scheduled courting, and no less mere months before the wedding," the very traditional New Zealand woman scorned loudly, so loud that Thera could hear her, despite it not being on speaker phone.

Louisa paced a little, trying to get the words out but was stopped at every interval. The tears were welling up in her eyes, a drop spilling down her cheek with every time that Louisa heard the word 'tramp', 'harlot', 'jezebel' or 'immodest'

Thera took the phone, she had enough of this assault against Louisa. "Gwendolynn," Thera spoke, her usually gentle voice was severe, before returning to a more polite voice, "I had asked over Louisa."

Gwendolynn replied, her tone a little less harsh, "I suppose that's alright, what are your plans then?"

"We are planning on going to the symphony later, so, do not wait up, it will be a late night."

Gwendolynn was pleased and ended the call after bidding Thera a farewell.

Thera handed Louisa's phone back to her. She soothed in a maternal voice, "Wasn't going to let you get talked to like that, darling dear, Louisa."

There was a joyous cheer of a familiar Aussie fellow's voice from downstairs "HUZZAH! ANOTHER WIN FOR JAMES ELLIOTT JUNIOR, POLO MASTER!"

"Go see him, dear," Thera encouraged as Louisa accepted back her cellphone. The girl with the artificially blonde braid hugged Thera quickly before she headed out of the room. Louisa's skirt billowed as she ran down the hall, down the stairs, and straight into James's arms. James lifted Louisa up by her midsection and exclaimed, "And there's my golden goddess, what a lovely surprise!"

The words warmed Louisa's heart, it helped heal some of the cruel words her step mother had called her, because she knew that it wouldn't matter in a few more months, she would finally be free, and the only one she would have to answer to would be James and her own free will.

The End