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[drawfee-quot3s]

anyone can become chilchuck

- karina

[serpentface]

A witch of the Naig-Troibadnnas (Yellowtail river valley) people, resting and enjoying a smoke of the mild stimulant brolge leaf on a hot summer day.

Witches are a small part of the everyday cultural framework among the Hill Tribes. They are individuals considered born possessed by a virgranul, a type of disembodied wild spirit that seeks to inhabit human flesh, either entering the body at the moment of conception, or entering the body at the moment of death. The latter is a dire circumstance that requires significant intercession to fix (the dead body may wander off without rites, leaving the person's soul trapped and liable to warp into the dangerous fuldaigh spirit), while the former circumstance is what causes a person to be born a witch.

In the case of those afflicted in the womb, possession by virgranul is lifelong, and is both a curse and blessing- it divides and isolates them from the human world and causes other wild spirits (both benevolent and malicious) to be perpetually drawn to them, but also allows for them to be attuned to the subtleties of spirits, and able to work magic and divination that the everyday person is incapable of.

Witches are usually recognized from a young age due to marked behavioral differences or atypical development, though are sometimes simply identified as such without obvious behavioral indications, by other witches having read signs of their coming. Their occurrence is not frequent, usually once in a generation for any given tribe. An identified witch child will be taken from their family (the timing varies by tradition, though is usually upon puberty) and into mentorship by an established witch, who will impart their accumulated knowledge and skill and teach the child how to best harness their condition.

One can be a witch regardless of their gender, with the only commonality being that they must remain unmarried, and are expected to never have children (deemed too dangerous, unavoidably placing a child in the path of potentially harmful wild spirits). With no spouses or children to support them in holding a household and herds, witches are instead supported by their communities as means of payment for their services. They typically live in semi-isolation in the boundaries between the village and wilderness (a reflection of their own division between the world of people and of wild spirits, and a protective measure for their communities), and will periodically be brought needed supplies. They do not commonly enter villages unless summoned, or for the sake of certain holidays and festivals, and live most of their lives in seclusion aside from any given mentee (who will in turn care for their mentor in old age).

The societal function of witches is as intermediaries between people and their ancestors, people and wild spirits, and as especially skilled performers of practical magic (most commonly weaving protective spells into worn items, such as clothing or the nose rings of cattle). Forms of practical magic and intercession with ancestors and spirits are performed by all members of society, but a witch has intimate, detailed knowledge of such things and tremendous natural skill that makes them an invaluable asset.

Witches personally discern the identities of the spirits living in any given area and will attempt to familiarize themselves with them, learning in depth about their ways, giving warnings of where the particularly dangerous (or mischievous) ones are, and giving recommendations on which will be receptive to offerings in return for boons. When a village needs to commune with a particularly powerful or dangerous spirit (such as a wildfolk witch), they will commonly send their own witch as an intermediary.

They are ascribed have the ability to directly summon ancestors (who otherwise come and go of their own volition, and rarely ever deign to come at the call of one who is not their descendant). This is of great use when a person finds themselves punished by their ancestors with no certainty as to why, or cases where an orphaned child's ancestry must be identified to gain them proper spiritual support.

They are also regarded as having innate qualities of divination, particularly in reading birdsign (itself generally acknowledged as communication from ancestors, and occasionally gods). The average person has basic knowledge in reading omens of birds and a learned repertoire of key signs, but a witch can divine the messages of birdsign in immense and specific detail, through a vast knowledge system of the meanings of the species, sex, flight direction, gaze, prey, number, and songs of birds. It is common for people to approach a witch for a reading of the skies before undertaking a significant venture or life change, in order to receive detailed and specific advice.

Witches are always literate (and will be taught to read and write by their mentor if they cannot already) and will record their repositories of knowledge in tomes. These are items of absolute secrecy and taboo for a non-witch to touch (the consequences can be severe, you really don't want a witch ancestor-spirit upset with you). Witches can often become competitive about the knowledge stored in these tomes and are known to organize heists amongst themselves in order to gain access to each other's secrets. Most people avoid getting themselves entangled into the complicated rivalries of witches, as these competitions can get ugly and result in many a petty curse if one gains a witch's ire.

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The only visual cue distinguishing this man as a witch is the tattoos on his forearms, otherwise usually regarded as inappropriate to mark in the contemporary Hill Tribes cultural sphere (the face, upper arms, and sternum is reserved for important clan/tribe/ancestry identification, hands and forearms are reserved for witches, and the rest of the body is appropriate for decoration). These unique forearm tattoos indicate his ancestral connection with a lineage of witches, not blood ancestry but rather the generations of mentors that have produced him. The lines extending down to his fingers are the newest, indicating that he has fully mentored another witch and gained a place in this ancestral line.

The rest of the tattoos here are tribe and blood ancestry identifiers (on the face and upper arms respectively, worn by all members of society), and purely decorative imagery (visible here is a deer, horse, eagle, and a dragon). He also has a snake on his forearm, applied decades ago in an act of youthful rebellion, which has since gotten in the way of critical open skin space.

His clothing is otherwise typical wear for warm seasonal conditions- a man's wool shawl and woven belt, short trousers, decorative deer hide (distinct to the Naig-Troibadnnas), and sandals (these are imported Wardi style sandals, which have been modified with preferred elevated heels). The horn shaped torc on his forearm identifies him as an esteemed elder.

[birdcoats]

does anyone on this god damn site even think about amphibia

[worstwolverinesbf]

wade wilson just chilling:

me hitting him with the APD beam: HA HAVE MY DISORDER, BITCH

[eclecticopposition]

seeing personality disorder discussion on the dashboard. the impulse to share all the self-therapy books and tools we have has never been stronger

[dykemind]

the one thing i cannot stand is watching women pretend like their spineless self-destruction is cool somehow

[equalperson]

people mostly talk about splitting as literally all-or-nothing--"I love you" or "I hate you"--but I personally experience an in-between point sometimes.

I don't know what I'd call it other than "thin-ice devaluation" or something along those lines.

like, yes I devalued you recently and I realize now that I was being irrational, BUT if you say something even slightly suspicious, hurtful, or incorrect, I'm going to assume that you're evil and/or useless again much faster than I would have before.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Hello !! How are you :o

Do you have a favorite fact about Killer sans? Or anything, honestly :3

Oh there’s so many fun facts but I’ll choose 3.

1. That he doesn’t eat. One because the delivery to the question was absolutely hilarious, so casual and matter of fact, but because the potential reasons behind this are never shown or stated directly but you can come up with all sorts of saddening, brutal or just straight up traumatizing reasons for this and most of them would very likely have a chance of being correct or at least reasonable. The imagination can be more brutal and horrifying than truth.

[forcedstarvationandfooddenialbodyimageissuesneedforcontrolthethreatofforcedcannibalism and more :]

2. That his blush is canonically blue. No reason I just think blue looks very beautiful and pretty on him.

3. His little sick fascination with codes, dust, souls, blood and death. Stage 2 even said this was his favorite part of “killing”—not even the killing. The taking apart. What a fucking little freak I hate him (I love him.)

{ @borisboring }

[techutones]

You think I'm unusual and then once you get to know me and BOOM I get even more questionable

[mouchee23gamma]

USA students with disabilities and disorders: LISTEN UP!

In the USA, a huge issue has gone unnoticed by our government, despite the cries of my people. Since the creation and implementation of IEPs and 504s for students with disorders and disabilities in school systems, this problem has plagued school systems on a national scale.

‘What is this problem?’ Is what you may ask. Well, I shall tell you from my perspective (and other students) as a female who has autism, ADHD, and GAD.

The problem is that school systems are allowing staff to discriminate and ignore students with IEPs and 504s. When I was in 9th grade, I had an English teacher who wouldn’t follow my IEP, which is illegal to do. Even with my case manager and parents communicating to him that he had to follow my IEP, he wouldn’t listen and lied about his actions. My case manager reported him to the higher ups of the school and her supervisor, but they didn’t even reach out to him, nor did they ever get back to us.

I was warned by many students with IEPs about this English teacher, as they also experienced the same exact situation where he refused to follow their IEPs. He was (and likely still is) the only option for 9th grade English, besides the English class for those who may have things like dyslexia or those who struggle with English in general.

I could’ve taken him to court, unfortunately though, I only found that out after I moved schools.

The next year, in my new school, my new case manager ignored my concerns and refused to talk about making a few changes to my IEP. She brushed me off by saying that I would be fine.

I wasn’t fine.

I ended up switching to online school, where I would be at home, yet still receiving the proper education through online meetings and programs.

Those of us who are students with IEPs and disabilities or disorders, especially under the age of 18, are oppressed and our cries for help are ignored.

We are SUFFERING. IEPs are NOT a privilege, they are a NECESSITY for those of us who have it!

My best friend who also has an IEP keeps me updated on the happenings of the school I went to (the one with the English teacher mentioned in the first paragraph) about how those of us in special education or/and have IEPs are being treated.

I have researched and read of so many incidents and situations like mine.

There is a HORRIFYING amount of mistreatment of my community, my people, with disabilities, disorders, and IEPs among schools across the nation.

How could schools claim to treat everyone fairly and that consequences for discrimination will ensue, when the teachers are the ones who discriminate more than most of the students and get away with it?

We need to change, and we need to revolt against schools who let staff get away with discrimination of those of us with disabilities, disorders, and IEPs!

WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED! WE WILL FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHT TO EDUCATION!

To my dear readers, please share this post across social media platforms to spread the support we so desperately need. Please share this among family and friends, coworkers, and even teachers and school staff.

[bpd-baddie-bracket]

THE FINAL BATTLE…

[ur-fav-bpd]

Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power has BPD!

[feything-n-frothing]

some quick sketches of feh Embla, the goddess of broken bonds and barriers and closure :) (and also a divine dragon with a bat motif!) because she is now on my mind.. 24/7..

[sapphic-cartoons]

BPD catra icon(s)

notes:

i heavily headcanon catra to have BPD, as do i (and it's a popular theory that she was coded to be implied with it)

i am the same person who made these icons, so don't worry about the .png being "stolen" (not that i would care anyway)

[boydyke]

by the way. begging ocd positivity posts and any posts about ocd or targeted to ocd havers to never ever again say anything resembling "if you're worried about being a bad person, it just means you're a good person! you wouldn't be so scared of bad things if you were actually bad." Is your brain the size of a pea. Can you think maybe for a minute why telling people with an obsessive anxiety looping disorder that results in self harmful compulsive repetitive behaviors (that if left to fester will get worse and worse) that if they feel bad it means they're actually good. Do you want to send people with ocd directly to hell forever or do you just not stop to think about things very often

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 17

On Ao3 All chapters

18+ MDNI

I've always hated the nurses' uniforms.

Ace’s POV

You weren’t wrong, but he was annoyed anyway. He never thought he’d be cock blocked by his own room. He looked around his living quarters and rubbed his forehead. So, it was a little messy. He started to clean up a little - finding mission papers from months ago, odd trinkets and knick knacks, lost clothes, and food that was so decayed it was unidentifiable. He hoped you went to Thatch so the cook would be distracted and wouldn’t see Ace returning so many missing plates and cups to the kitchen. After a while, he gave up for the night. It was going to take a lot longer than anticipated and he was tired. He’d resume tomorrow, maybe getting some new recruits to help. Cutting his losses, he went to go shower. 

After a lengthy shower, he went to go find you. It was still his night, he thought, regardless of where you were sleeping. He poked his head into Thatch’s room, and saw you curled up in the older man’s lap. Thatch was carefully brushing your hair, and you were lightly dozing. The scene was so domestic, it made Ace’s heart ache. He had always envied his siblings with romantic relationships. Sure, he could fuck at any port or island, and that was great for a night. But Ace yearned for connection, for intimacy, for real love and affection. He poked his head further in the room, earning a stormy look from Thatch. You picked your head up at the noise and blinked sleepily. Ace took that as his invitation to come in. He shucked his shoes and hopped into the bed, next to you.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” Thatch smacked Ace’s chest with the hairbrush. 

“Sleeping here, what does it look like?”

“Did you shower Ace?” you said, scrunching your little nose.

“Mmhmm. With soap even.” You exchanged a pointed look with Thatch and laid your head back down. Ace’d stayed in Thatch’s bed many times before, he didn’t see what the big deal was. 

Thatch weighed his options, but decided to give in without an argument. He shrugged, and allowed Ace to stay without comment. Ace put his hands under your armpits and picked you up from the Chef’s lap. You whined and he wouldn’t have been surprised if you hissed at him. He placed you between himself and Thatch, still curled up. He turned towards you and gathered you into his arms. Thatch put the brush on the nightstand and blew out the light. He snuggled up behind you so that you were sandwiched between them. Marco and Thatch had each warned Ace about the difficulties you had at night. Ace had some night troubles of his own, so he was sympathetic to your plight. He thought sleeping between them might make you feel more secure. 

Y/N POV

Squished between the two large men, you felt restless. You had been so tired just moments before, nearly asleep as Thatch brushed your hair and massaged your scalp. But now you were feeling Thatch’s breath tickling your neck and Ace’s hands on your side. You were trying to get comfortable and relax but it felt impossible now that you were pressed against two hard bodies. You were moving every few minutes, readjusting your position.

“You’re making trouble,” Ace grumbled to you.

“Not trying to, just trying to get cozy.” 

“Can help if you want,” Ace suggested silkily, snaking his hands under your shirt. He looked at Thatch and raised an eyebrow. Whatever answer he was looking for, he seemed to have gotten. He brushed his lips against yours and started rucking your shirt upwards. Your breath hitched as Ace started pressing his tongue into your mouth, kissing you gently but deeply. You felt the bed dip and saw Thatch move to the end of the bed,  intently watching the scene unfold.

“Wait - I don’t know if-”

“Don’t worry baby, let’s just have some fun. I’ve been waiting for so long. I know you have too.”

Ace rolled you on to your back and stopped your conversation by continuing to kiss you. He put his hand on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. He lifted your shirt with the other hand until he revealed your breasts. You still weren’t comfortable being shirtless around people, but you guessed Thatch had already seen your back so maybe it would be ok.  Ace stopped kissing your mouth to take in the sight of your naked front. You felt vulnerable, and tried to cover your breasts with your arm.

“None of that,” said Ace, taking his hand from behind your neck and pinning your wrist above your head. “Just look at what you’ve been hiding. Can’t wait to get a taste.” He cupped one of your breasts and dipped his head down to one of your pert nipples. He licked the tip with his broad tongue then sucked it into his mouth. He laved his tongue over your areola and kept the pressure high, like he was pulling. It felt pleasurable but also a little painful. 

“They’re just begging to be sucked. I’m gonna let go of your wrist if you’re gonna be good.” He lifted his hand and brought his fingers down to roll your other nipple between them. His hands were rough and a little too hot for comfort. He resumed sucking and pulling on your nipple while twisting and pinching the other. You were riding a line between pleasure and pain, and weren’t sure if you liked it. You moaned loudly when Ace bit down on your nipple. 

“See? Knew you’d come around.” He switched sides, putting his mouth where his hand had been. He was twisting, pulling, and biting your breasts so sharply you knew you’d have bruises. You could also feel your wetness pooling in between your thighs. But Ace wasn’t moving. He seemed intent to stay suckling at your breasts, with a leg slotted between your thighs. You were writhing under him, trying to get friction where you wanted it most. You thrashed your head, but he was undeterred. 

“Ace, please,” you whined.

“Please what?” he replied, letting your nipple out of his mouth with a pop.

“I need…I want more.” 

“More of this?” he said, biting your nipple harshly. You yelped in pain.

“N-no, no more. Please, I need…” You didn’t know what you needed or wanted, only that you needed more.

“I know what you need, pretty girl. You wanna come. You can only do it on my cock.” Ace brought his fingers down to your slit and stroked, touching your juices lightly.

“So wet for me already,” he husked into your ear. “Doin’ so well.” He shucked his pants quickly, revealing his erect member. He lined himself up and started nibbling your neck. You mewled as he started teasing you, rubbing himself over your wet folds.

“Gonna see how this pretty pussy feels,” he said as he worked the tip of his cock into you. You groaned. It felt so good to feel Ace slowly sink himself into you. He took his time, allowing you to adjust to his size, trembling with effort not to go faster. Finally, when he was completely sheathed in your heat, he moaned and ground himself deeper into you. You picked up your legs and crossed them around his back. 

“So fuckin tight aah yeah, just like that, nnghh,” Ace started setting a ruthless pace, thrusting harshly against you. He reached in between you and started rubbing circles on your clit. Your clit had been denied attention thus far, his first touch felt like you were on a live wire. He bent down and kissed you, making you feel like he was everywhere all at once. Ace was consuming you, and you were climbing higher and higher. Just as you were reaching your peak, he bit down on your bottom lip. It was hard enough that you tasted your own blood. You cried out and came in pulsing waves, the pain washed away by the pleasure of your release. 

Ace did not relent after you came. He flipped you over so he was behind you, with you on all fours. He continued to circle your clit and plunge into your sensitive cunt. You weakly tried to get him to stop, but he ignored your cries. “Can give me another, come on baby. Already did one, just one more.” 

You felt the bed behind you move, and saw Thatch enter your field of vision. You had forgotten about him during your time with Ace, but he didn’t forget about you. He climbed onto the bed, putting his jutting cock in your face. He hooked his thumbs into your mouth before you could say anything.

“I was gonna let you have a quiet night, but I couldn’t resist seeing you like this. Open.” His large fingers didn’t give you another option but to obey. He slipped his cock into your mouth and started rocking his hips. You had no thoughts left - Ace was pounding you from behind, rubbing your clit and Thatch was fucking your mouth. You were aware of what was happening, but it almost didn’t feel like it was happening to you. You felt like you were floating above yourself, watching this happen to someone else. Ace smacked your ass hard, and you came back to reality.

“Stop thinking,” he said. He pulled your ass up higher and started hitting your g spot with every stroke. You couldn’t help it, your legs were shaking, you felt yourself coming again. With Thatch’s cock in your mouth you weren’t able to scream, but you did make a guttural sound like an animal in heat. You felt Thatch’s cock throb and his come shoot down your throat and Ace pull out to shoot his load on your back. You collapsed onto the bed.

Thatch POV 

He knew he shouldn’t have let Ace take the lead for your first time with any of them. Yes, it had been incredibly arousing, but he thought it was more than you could take. He didn’t miss the way that you’d stared off towards the end before Ace brought you back. You were still out of it, shivering from overstimulation and the let down after a session with them. 

And, of course, Ace was already asleep. Thatch sighed and went to get aftercare items for you. Looking you over, Ace had marked you thoroughly with bite marks and hickeys - which Marco wouldn’t like. But Thatch would let Marco deal with Ace. Maybe Ace needed some punishment of his own. 

He cleaned you up, helped you put your clothes back on, and tucked you back between them. Hopefully you’d be too tired for night terrors. But if not, they’d be there to help you with that, too. 

Y/N POV

It was disorienting waking up to Ace in Thatch’s bed. It took you a moment to remember what happened the previous night. Ace was snoring, so you quietly left the room before he woke up. It was early, but Thatch was already working. You went to the women’s quarters to get a towel and fresh clothes. Bathing was one of the few times you felt some semblance of privacy. It wasn’t like you could bathe in the men’s showers, so you got to enjoy personal time in the women’s. It was a pleasant time for you to collect your thoughts. When you went, you were often alone since you kept a different schedule than the nurses. Today when you came in, you were pleasantly surprised to see Tate bathing as well. You took off your clothes and started your routine.

The head nurse looked at your chest, causing you to as well. Your cheeks reddened as you saw what she was looking at. You didn’t realize Ace had left so many mementos of the night before. There was no use hiding it, she’d already seen, so you didn’t bother to readjust your towel. She came over to you, and you internally cringed waiting for her to tease you or comment on the hickeys, bruises and bites. She gave you a genial smile and said,

“Howya doing? I was hoping to catch you - you’re hard to find sometimes!”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Is there something I can fix for you?”

“No, no. Well, kind of. Izou mentioned that you’re a clothing designer by trade. Would you be open to taking on a design project?” You were intrigued, no one aside from Izou seemed to care about clothing outside of rips and tears.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“What do you think about our uniforms?” she asked with a neutral face.

“How honest do you want me to be?” You had thought about their uniforms many times, and it was never complimentary.

Tate laughed “you hate them, right?”

You pursed your lips and crossed your arms as you thought. “I don’t hate them. I don’t like when the form of clothing overtakes the function. To be frank, they do not fit with the function of nursing. Wearing thigh high leopard print boots isn’t a great idea when you deal with bodily fluids. I imagine you spend a great amount of time cleaning them, not to mention the stress it puts on your body. The dresses have no pockets, which would hinder your ability to carry small medical tools. The zipper detail on the front is unnecessary since I assume you aren’t taking your clothes on and off multiple times a day. And the color doesn’t suit most of the staff. Other than that, they’re fine.”

Tate nodded with each of your points. “So you see the problems. I don’t know who designed them but it certainly wasn’t a woman. Do you think you’d have the time to redesign them for us? I don’t want to burden you if you’re already busy.”

You shook your head, “no, no. This would be great. I lied, I do hate your uniforms. I’ve been thinking of redesigns since we met. I’ll make some sketches and show you what I come up with.”

Tate gave you a kind smile and patted your shoulder. “I look forward to working with you more! Enjoy your bath.” She left the shower room for the locker area. You were excited for this new project - maybe Ace would burn all those fugly boots for you if you asked nicely.