#dream themed names

[ethies]

Hello dazed goddess ,, may the digital goddess request names related to digitality && love ( ++ dreams if possible , but no need !! ) , thank you kindly .. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

of course ...! the Knight Of space hopes the Doll sent from Above enjoys these names ... feel Free to request more If they Are not up to your liking ( or if you would just like More ...! )

𓇼 . . digitality / internet : nano , mp4 / mp3 , byte , bytelle , synthette , rom , zip , nett , chroma , glitchy , webz , pixette , digita , cybelle , vyrus , virette , digi , qwerty , datalia , kizzy , note , medley , chroma , exa / exe , gigi / giga , glitchette

𓇼 . . love / softness : lovette , adore , kisses , cherish , darling , valentine , velvet , crush , kissette , blissy , desirette , doe , ribbon , dovette , lovebug , chu , beauty , lucille , cotton , dollita , softie , damsielle , angelina , seraphim , luvsick , roselle , lovie , sugar , nectar

𓇼 . . dreams / sleepy themes : lucette / lucid , drowsielle , slumberette , bubble , reverie , reve , celeste , celestelle , lumina , luminette , zzz , dusk , nocturne , lunelle , stelle , célestine , lullaby , cham / chamomile , lumi , cloudie , corvus

this Lovesick being hopes these names will Be Cherished ... Schy hopes the Unusual angel enjoys them ...! this Is the pure Of Heart ' s first ever request ^u^ enjoy !

[vasira96]

can't stop daydreaming about a soulslike zelda game yall i'm so normal about this

[skeletoninthemelonland]

In case it hasn't been made clear, Behind The Codes is not a horror series. Despite having some disturbing themes, it doesn't focus on them the same way FNAF games did.

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Idk why DSMP is trending but it makes me nostalgic

Has me thinking about when we were all locked inside, hiding from a viral pandemic, and we found escape in watching a bunch of people play colorful video games and pretend to be stars in some sort of drama…

And how that roleplay creativity inspired others to draw, animate, and write songs about those stories…

What a time to be alive <3

A part of me misses it, but life goes on, interest fades, people change and legacies crumble

I hope the more recent mcyt fandoms are doing well. I can’t really get into any new smp stories or anything rn but I hope everyone’s having fun

[vlaakithstits]

Sorry for liking the crafting in Inquisition. As if it's my fault.

[nidoarisato]

Been busy a while but i thought i should drop these drawings, was still figuring out how i want nightmare looking like, same with dream.

This for @ancha-aus ghost & medium au

[rennybu]

omg speaking of tieflings. i don't think i posted these sketches of my BG3 creature, Favour

[squeakadeeks]

midway progress through design goofn with the Delta characters, here's Rem and Rhea for now _(:3」∠)_

keep in mind Rem only dresses like that maybe 2% of the time, he wears literally a white t-shirt and jeans all other times. Only on occasion he can be convinced to wear ""traditional nightmare acolyte clothing"" with Raken

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[tojiscrack]

for the liars that read the latest chapter of liar, liar, this was the inspo for y/n’s dress:

just imagine it paired with whatever shade of skin you’ve been blessed with 🥳

[hanzajesthanza]

it really does matter so much that fringilla vigo is nilfgaardian, beauclairoise, for many reasons, but let's start here:

her entire role is that of an illusionist; one which she would not be were it not for her family lineage, rooted in beauclair:

There was a corridor in Beauclair Palace, and at the end a chamber, the existence of which no one knew about. (...) The corridor and the chamber, disguised by a powerful illusion, were known only to the palace’s original elven builders. And later–when the elves had gone, and Toussaint became a duchy–to the small number of sorcerers linked to the ducal house. Including Artorius Vigo, a master of magical arcana and great specialist in illusions. And his young niece, Fringilla, who had a special talent for illusions.

and since her talent in illusions is well-defined in the series, as it is her who grants geralt the very silver-mounted chrysoprase amulet which saves his life in the final fight against vilgefortz:

Geralt clenched Fringilla’s medallion in his fist. The bar fell with a clang, striking the floor a foot from the Witcher’s head. Geralt rolled away and quickly got up on one knee. Vilgefortz leaped forward and struck. The bar missed the target again by a few inches. The sorcerer shook his head in disbelief and hesitated for a second. (...) ‘I didn’t know …’ Yennefer said at last, scrambling out of a pile of rubble. She looked terrible. The blood trickling from her nose had poured all over her chin and cleavage. ‘I didn’t know you could cast illusory spells,’ she repeated, seeing Geralt’s uncomprehending gaze, ‘capable even of deceiving Vilgefortz.’ ‘It’s my medallion.’ ‘Aha.’ She looked suspicious. ‘A curious thing...’

that talent is something which cannot, by far, be separated from her character. and returning back to her lineage, it is again her familial relations which place her in beauclair.

she was positioned there, ready to intercept geralt, as early as the autumnal equinox in september, by which time geralt had barely just left the town of riedbrune:

The world over, the autumn Equinox was a night of spectres, nightmares and apparitions, a night of sudden, suffocating awakenings, fraught with menace, among sweat-soaked and rumpled sheets. Neither did the most illustrious escape the apparitions and awakenings; (...) In the huge castle of Montecalvo the sorceress Philippa Eilhart leaped from damask sheets, without waking the Comte de Noailles’ wife. The dwarf Yarpen Zigrin in Mahakam, the old witcher Vesemir in the mountain stronghold of Kaer Morhen, the bank clerk Fabio Sachs in the city of Gors Velen and Yarl Crach an Craite on board the longboat Ringhorn all awoke more or less abruptly. The sorceress Fringilla Vigo came awake in Beauclair Castle*, as did the priestess Sigrdrifa of the temple of the goddess Freyja on the island of Hindarsfjall.

* Slight correction - As explained in Chapter 3 of Lady of the Lake, Beauclair is not a castle, but a palace.

and she's only invited to beauclair in such a capacity because she is a relative of the duchess:

‘I’m in Beauclair because the largest, best-stocked library in the known world is here. Apart from university libraries, naturally. But universities are jealous of giving access to their shelves, and here I’m a relation and good friend of Anarietta and can do as I wish.’

(whom, you may note, she stands by and jointly receives geralt with at their first meeting, and participates in the festival of the vat with)

and therefore, she was in a perfectly strategic position to delay geralt, keep him captive:

‘(...) Please at least tell us … has the Witcher calmed down now? Are you capable of keeping him in Toussaint at least until May?’ (…) ‘No,’ she answered at last. ‘Probably not until May. But I’ll do everything in my power to keep him here as long as possible.’

because fringilla is not just an illusionist literally, as in the magic she is naturally gifted at, but 'illusionist' is her entire identity as a character.

and as her family hails from beauclair, this specific identity is compounded with the fact that beauclair itself is the center of illusions, a dreamland, a fairytale:

‘There’s something bewitched about this place, this fucking Toussaint. Some kind of charm hangs over the whole valley. Especially over the palace (...) no two ways about it, there’s something bewitched about this bloody Toussaint.’

fringilla is an illusionist because she is beauclairoise. she not only hails from a long line of illusionists, but hails from, is related to the ruler of, the very city of illusions and dreams.

she is the illusionist not just in a literal sense, but in the entire narrative role of casting an illusion over our hero, because it is the illusion of love which keeps her and geralt in beauclair. (the tricky trick is that geralt, taking a page out of yennefer's playbook of seduction, cleverness, patience, was able to cast an illusion upon the mistress of illusions herself, free himself from the witch's spell, awake from a pleasant dream to face the harsh reality).

(sighs) and even if you want to forget fringilla's beauclairoise identity and erase her entire positioning as the illusionist which poses a threat to our heroes, entices them to complacency, her role as nilfgaardian in the sense of her academic identity and imperial service also defines her.

because it is also fringilla, the illusionist who casts the wool over people's eyes... who blinded yennefer at sodden hill.

‘We’ve already met,’ Yennefer spoke again. ‘I don’t recall,’ Fringilla said without looking away. ‘I’m not surprised. But I have a good memory for faces and figures. I saw you from Sodden Hill.’ ‘In which case there can be no mistake,’ Fringilla Vigo said and raised her head proudly, sweeping her eyes over all those present. ‘I was at the Battle of Sodden.’ (...) ‘Occasionally one happens to see another person for only a split second, right before going blind, and one takes a dislike to them instantly.’ ‘Oh, enmity is considerably more complicated,’ Fringilla said, squinting. ‘Imagine someone you don’t know at all standing at the top of a hill, and ripping a friend of yours to shreds in front of your eyes. You neither saw them nor know them at all, but you still don’t like them.’ ‘So it goes,’ Yennefer said, shrugging. (...)

fringilla's (proud!) participation at the battle of sodden is a crux of the lodge, because she alongside her good friend, the scholarly assire, they are nilfgaardians who, owing to their nationality, find challenges meshing with the northern sorcereresses. the lodge brought together representatives of magic across nationalities in the midst of a raging, bloody war between them all.

and it's so integral to fringilla's character that she has imperial biases, that she approaches even the international lodge with an imperialist view.

with no factual basis, she initially exotifies and sexualizes the northern sorceresses, despite her own prior denial of these base stereotypes:

Fringilla Vigo was putting on a brave face, but she was anxious and stressed. She herself had often reprimanded young Nilfgaardian mages for uncritically yielding to stereotypical opinions and notions. She herself had regularly ridiculed the crude image painted by gossip and propaganda of the typical sorceress from the North: artificially beautiful, arrogant, vain and spoiled to the limits of perversion, and often beyond them. (...) Her untrammelled imagination offered up images of impossibly gorgeous women with diamond necklaces resting on naked breasts with rouged nipples, women with moist lips and eyes glistening from the effects of alcohol and narcotics. In her mind’s eye Fringilla could already see the gathering becoming a wild and depraved orgy accompanied by frenzied music, aphrodisiacs, and slaves of both sexes using exotic accessories.

she even has a difficult time understanding why the northern sorceresses are upset about the nilfgaardian invasion, believing it to be a boon to their society. only through their discussion does she just barely begin to grasp the meaning of "invasion" and why she wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it:

Some were clearly anxious about the close proximity of Nilfgaard. Fringilla had mixed feelings. She had assumed that such educated people would understand that the Empire was bringing culture, prosperity, order and political stability to the North. On the other hand, though, she didn’t know how she would have reacted herself, were foreign armies approaching her home.

all of this indoctrination into imperial beliefs, at the same time that she is an educated woman, and herself, as an imperial sorceress, known for being rebellious and an upstart within her own culture:

‘Stop staring,’ Assire said, touching her bouffant and glistening curls. ‘I decided to make a few changes. Why, I just took your lead.’ ‘I was always taken as an oddball and a rebel,’ Fringilla Vigo chuckled. ‘But when they see you in the academy or at court…’

this is such a chaotic rambling post, but all i want to say is that fringilla's character, like most of the minor characters in the witcher series, was not invented through random generation, a roll of the dice, a spin of the wheel. her specific traits - such as her nationality, lineage, talents - all relate back thematically. everything is relevant, specifically chosen to create a specific character.

if once changes her backstory (e.g., to place her at aretuza... though i don't know who would do such a thing for no reason) they would change her entire character, the series' commentary on imperialism, and because of her role she takes later on, even the entire ending of the story.

[tacagen]

dont know whether zixx is a bishop clone or not? a 100% accurate test: put a wedding in front of him and see what he does.

[mrsjadecurtiss]

[the-acid-pear]

Okay because, i was thinking of the cello again, right? Because i'm fucking obsessed with that cello, since to me is not only what really makes this movie an objectum one but also what makes it so tragic bc it really hammers home how easily Madeline could've loved Edgar, but that's besides the point. What i wanted to talk about is its death, bc it always made me upset how Miles is like "ah dw its just a cello :)" but thinking of it and thinking of the ending... I feel there's a bit more to it. A parallel between Edgar and Madeline. An ironic one at that, one, since Edgar was the object tied to a human and Madeline the human tied to an object. But even if tragic, Miles was right about her. She didn't need that cello to be a good player. She already had it in her. Just like Edgar didn't need Moles to be happy, or to feel love. It's sad, yes, but it's a sad movie and like they say... tears mean things will change.

[dinerfries]

ah

[obsessiveagony2point0]

🧓 - Mature Themes (nudity that's nonsexual or partial nudity)

On the Wings of Eyeliner Art & Snippet

Human!MorpheusxHob --------------------------- Feral Fashion AU

What are little boys made of? Snips, snails And puppy-dogs' tails That's what little boys are made of

Uncropped Image and Close Ups

Original Post Date: December 18th 2023

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Robert “Hob” Gadling had been raised as a “rough and tumble” boy. When he played, he played hard. When he got dirty, he got mud-in-his-pores-for-days dirty. Small scuffs and cuts were brushed off with a wave of his father’s hand and him saying, “You’re fine, boy. You’re not dying.”

Being a “rough and tumble” boy meant the typical boy stuff. Toys consisted of monster trucks, toy cars, dinosaurs, and play guns. Hob remembered the one time he asked his parents for a teddy bear. It was pink and very soft and he immediately loved it. He ran over and asked. His mother looked nervously at his father, whose face had gone bright scarlet. His mother had gently taken the bear out of his hands and redirected him to the stuffed dinosaurs. He’d gotten a blue T-Rex that day. 

Clothes were less fun. The shirts contained mostly the same as the toys: dinosaurs, trucks, and cars. Sometimes a sport would be thrown in or sayings like, “Cool Guy”. All the clothes were mainly the same color; blue, navy blue, brown, dark green, tan, red, orange. Sometimes there would be a pink or peach color there, but his parents never picked those.

As soon as he was old enough, his father had begun to sign him up for whatever sport or sports he could play. Baseball, basketball, football, rugby, boxing, fencing, track, cycling, field and ice hockey…you name it, Hob had probably done it. 

It was definitely a lot for a growing adolescent, but Hob personally loved it. Loved how damp his shirts would get after a practice or a game, loved the way his lungs would ache as he’d play against whatever opposing team in whatever sport, loved the dizzying high of adrenaline, loved the coppery tang in his mouth as high heart rate would skyrocket.

The rough, tough, gritty boy life was all he’d ever known.

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