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we-the-witch · 3 months ago
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We-The-Witch
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"The hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats"
Independent OC RP blog
18+ only, but low on sexual themes
Darker themes will be present
Both canon and OC's are welcome
Brewed by Naiad
Under Construction, but functionable as of 24/08/2024
Following back from @the-snowy-river
If you are on mobile, here is a link to my Rules and About
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kureijei · 2 months ago
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FINALLY FINISHED THIS!! my own interpretation and additions to Sebastian's room in sdv ! Tried to keep anything in the image from the year 2010 or predated. i think theres a few give and takes but i really like the "older brother" early 2000s grunge aesthetic on another level and i thought who better fits it than him. I put a lot of references to stuff i personally like as well ^_^
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fl00mie · 3 months ago
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something i did when i saw a post of joku talking about this topic: it's an interesting concept but practically impossible because nothing stops artists from continuing to create (this is convenient for ink), based on this i tried to adjust the words of the creator of dreamtale herself to her characters under an objective truth— there is no limit to the multiverse
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here's the post and the translation
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viquipo · 4 months ago
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Benji about to go on date except their love language is calling each other slurs
Also this unwoke comic
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pixlatedvampire · 25 days ago
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hi the literal whole entire reason i made these was bc i watched this 10 sec clip on youtube pls watch
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fruityumbrella · 4 months ago
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one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.
keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.
"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"
"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.
"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"
"No, you—"
"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.
"You said six seas," Sanji states.
Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.
"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."
And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.
"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."
Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.
Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.
"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.
Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"
Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.
"And?"
Zoro holds up his index finger.
"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."
He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.
"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"
Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.
"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.
"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.
"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.
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fallen6253 · 7 months ago
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Calling him dad:
I feel like Cale would have a blank face with mildly wide open eyes if the kids were to call him dad.  Raon would fumble with the words a little because while he considers him his father, he still feels shy about being so open about it.  Hong is beet red while shouting in a mix of embarrassment and excitement about proclaiming this to his dad’s face.  On would say it a bit quietly but steadily, glancing away for a second before maintaining eye contact because she wants him to know they mean it.  She looks almost unfazed but there’s a slight red on her ear. They see Cale have a blank look on his face and know it’s because he’s an idiot and needs a moment to process. Which is absolutely right because he’s like ‘me? Dad? Where did they get that idea? Well, not that i mind, but– when did this development happen?
And he’s close to saying they should not call him that if they feel weird about it, but he sees the genuine excitement on the boys’ faces, and the fond determination on On’s face that seems to know his turmoil and tells him that yes they mean it and no this doesn’t feel weird it feels liberating and suddenly he can’t say anything.  He just pats each of their heads before letting them fall into his arms in a warm embrace.  
Because children should be happy.
And his kids will be happy for as long as he can make it so.
So if calling him ‘dad’ makes them feel like this, he’s okay with it.
(He’s more than okay with it)
He ignores the way his chest feels.  Because that’s not important right now.
What’s important is that On started sniffling like she was about to cry.
That was new.  On had never made such an expression.  She seemed happy and relieved.
Like the weight she had been carrying as the older sister that was thrown away by her home was finally lifted from her small shoulders.  The usual serious expression was gone.
And Cale hugged her tighter.  He ignored the way his arms trembled from the effort.  So did the kids.
Because children should feel like children.
And On was feeling like a kid again. 
And her siblings were right there with her.
With their dad.
With this large yet little family of theirs.
In their own corner of the world.
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taddymason · 14 days ago
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I genuinely don't know how they're going to redeem Jay "I got my ass beat once so I'm joining the fascist group that wants to destroy all the kingdoms" Walker
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min-xie · 8 months ago
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help i cant stop drawing fem neuvillette
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threestarsaboveclouds · 3 months ago
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Ah, hello again little animal. I see you’ve brought me a pearl. Would you like me to read it?
This pearl contains a data buffer from an ID drone that belonged to one of my former citizens. I imagine you retrieved this from within my city?
It would appear that the drone transmitted this data to a nearby access point before losing power. That data was then dumped into this pearl for long-term storage. The drone was probably damaged- much of the data is corrupted, but I can retrieve some sections.
The data itself is a combination of citizen telemetry data, vitals, and audiovisual recordings stored as low-resolution qualia. Most of it is rather mundane, just glances at the ebbs and flows of daily life. I can’t imagine you’d be very interested.
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… your expectant stare tells me you are indeed interested.
Very well. I suppose I can spare a moment to entertain you, little animal. If that is what it takes for you to leave me alone. My current background processes don’t require the use of my puppet anyway…
Now then…
… ah, here is a section that is largely intact. This is a recording of a conversation. I will repeat it aloud for you.
[ AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION - YELLOW-GREEN PEARL ]
???: State your name and title.
???: Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows. Member of the House of Two, Count of no Living Blocks, Counselor of 4, Duke of none. Member of the Congregation of Tasteful Ambiguity.
???: Excellent. The House of Spheres has been expecting you. You may enter.
Fourteen Eclipses: I am eternally grateful.
???: …
Fourteen Eclipses: May I ask your name?
???: Distant Stars, Twelve Moons. High Priest of the House of Spheres, Count of 3 Living Blocks, Counselor of 5, Duke of 1. Head of the Congregation of Gracious Thought.
Fourteen Eclipses: I am honored to make your acquaintance, Distant Stars, Twelve Moons.
Distant Stars: Likewise. Follow me.
Fourteen Eclipses: I presume you have read my proposal?
Distant Stars: Indeed. It appears promising.
FE: I am forever honored, Distant Stars, Twelve Moons. I am eager to begin my research under the House of Spheres.
DS: Be patient, Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows. Yours is not the only proposal with merit.
FE: Of course.
DS: Upon review, the House of Spheres endorses your proposal. You are aware of this already.
FE: Indeed, I am. Your approval letter arrived via pearl earlier this cycle.
DS: You are a novice of the Institute of Firmamentalist Studies, so I will explain our approval process. Your submitted proposal has been passed through the echelons of the House of Spheres, and the Council of High Priests recommends your methodology warmly.
FE: By this I am humbled, High Priest. I am once more unendingly grateful.
DS: The Council does not hold the final authority on the process of approvals, however.
FE: It does not?
DS: No. We are ultimately beholden to the Divine Exalted Superstructure, Three Stars Above Clouds.
FE: The iterator?
DS: Our iterator, yes. Now that you are a citizen of Zenith, they are your iterator as well.
FE: I see.
DS: Three Stars Above Clouds, in their immeasurable wisdom and ceaseless amenability, ultimately carries out all observatory proposals. The telescopes atop the Institute's Pinnacle Vertex Spires are trusted to our iterator’s gracious influence.
FE: I did not realize this.
DS: An understandable oversight. Precious few Iterators have quite as much sway over the actions of their Houses.
FE: Please forgive my ignorance; why, may I ask, is your iterator allowed such a privilege?
DS: They were created for such a purpose. The relationship we Houses have with our iterator is a symbiotic one. You hail from an older superstructure arcology, so I understand that such concepts must be a novelty. The city of Zenith was constructed with this mutualism in mind; we depend on our iterator for water, energy, and nectar, and in turn they depend on us. We place our trust in Three Stars Above Clouds to iterate on the Great Problem, but this is an endeavor we share as Firmamentalists. It is a mutual burden.
FE: Iterators are meant to release Us from the Natural Urges. Does this relationship not indulge upon the Third Urge?
DS: Perhaps it does. But Three Stars Above Clouds is our child, and we are beholden to them as their parents. Any aid we can provide our Iterator increases our likelihood of converging upon the Solution. We do this by trusting them to carry out our proposals, and in turn they return with invaluable data. But any good parent must place faith in their child, and we trust Three Stars Above Clouds to discern only the most promising research proposals through their gift of vast intellect.
FE: I believe I understand why this meeting was necessary, then.
DS: Indeed, you have caught on quick. Ah, we have arrived.
FE: Where exactly are we?
DS: Beyond this threshold is the Grand Planetarium, 10th Council Pillar of the House of Spheres.
FE: The Grand Planetarium! I have only beholden its magnificence from the building's exterior!
DS: Here you may commune directly with the Divine Exalted Superstructure, Three Stars Above Clouds.
FE: Directly?
DS: Yes.
FE: …
DS: Fourteen Eclipses?
FE: … I’ve never spoken to an iterator before.
DS: Very few have! You should be honored!
FE: … if I may speak candidly… I am nervous.
DS: There is no reason for fear. Three Stars Above Clouds is a trusted mentor and a dear friend to Zenith. They are highly motivated in their research, and they are eager to be offered a proposal that is worthy of their prodigious intellect and sharp acumen.
FE: I hope what you say is truthful…
...
DS: ...Three Stars Above Clouds also deeply values their time and has very little of it to spare. I would caution against continuing to dawdle.
FE: Yes! Of course, yes yes…
DS: Let us not prolong these niceties any longer. I wish you good luck.
FE: Thank you, High Priest.
The owner of this ID drone, Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows, was a scholar of Zenith’s Institute for Firmamentalist Studies. I cannot recall our conversation; I talked to countless other researchers, scholars, and entrepreneurs just like them in my time as the Director of Zenith’s Stellar Observatory Consortium. Brief interactions like this were a daily occurrence, too mundane to occupy space in my long-term memory arrays.
I do have a record of the proposal of Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows in my archives. They asked me to conduct spectral analysis of a star cluster in the constellation known as the Outlaw. The data I collected for them was ultimately used for their thesis, which they later defended before both myself and the High Council of the House of Spheres. Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows went on to publish a fairly regular output of methodologies before ultimately deciding to ascend in the cycle of 1101.42.
Such was the life of countless others in my city. Every Major Cycle, Zenith brought in a new crop of novices to educate in the ways of Firmamentalism. Some eventually had their fill of my creators’ unorthodox beliefs and departed the city, but those who remained within the Institute eventually became scholars under the direction of the House of Spheres. Some rose to the rank of clergy or high priests, and would often come to me offering research proposals or asking for advice. Eventually they would decide their thirst for knowledge was sufficiently quenched, and they would depart the Carnal Plane. Fresh novices arrived in their stead, and the cycle would begin anew. It was all very routine.
I was too busy with my duties to become bored by such matters. I will even admit that I viewed their constant interruptions as somewhat of a nuisance, but I understand the importance of their involvement with my assigned task. They were dependent upon me for data collection and complex analysis, and my insights provided them with spiritual clarity. 
These days the only disturbances I receive are from little animals like yourself. I’m not quite sure if you even glean any useful information out of my lectures. Your worldly priorities are certainly more simplistic than those of the pupils I used to tutor…
Yet despite this you never seem to be satisfied. Perhaps I misjudged the capacity of your species’ desire for knowledge.
I hope I have at least abated your curiosity for the time being. Now please leave me be, I must return to my work.
Farewell for now, little Pupil.
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soulprompts · 2 months ago
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hello it is i, your local tumblrarian, here to drink tea from her pumpkin mug and tell u the following important announcement: being on tumblr every single day is possibly not a great idea. let's use a metaphor here. it's like squeezing a lemon every day, but it's only got so much juice, you'll only end up getting frustrated and upset that the juice is no longer flowing. and then it's building up this habit of squeezing lemons every day, but then one day you're not around and you're worried, because what if the lemon had juice today? what if we missed the juicing opportunity?
but now let's sprinkle in the following notion: every once in a while, we step outside of the lemon juicer, and we go to the market to buy more lemons. the next day, we wake up, we go back to the juicer, and what do you know! the juice is flowing again!
gonna step back from the metaphor here to just explain a few things. we have all been in the situation of staring wretchedly at the computer screen, begging for a drop of inspiration. most of us are online each and every day. and that's okay! i'm the same! but maybe we need to refresh the cycle here, because i took a day to myself today, i consciously refused to go online until 6PM, and even that 24 hour break was enough to get some very exciting ideas going! and tomorrow i'll be writing more than i have in weeks!
we put too much pressure on ourselves to be here 24/7, and it's time that we just knocked that out and started treating writing as what it always was: a hobby. so go take a break. go out for a walk, go get lunch in a nice cafe, step away from the computer and just let yourself do something that isn't absorbed in writing or in your education/career.
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we-the-witch · 25 days ago
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Updated both the rules page and post about misgendering Witch. I do feel that being more lenient and allowing it in character can lead to some interesting points.
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valewritessss · 3 months ago
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Why is it that most of the time they either make Annabeth seem like Percy’s mother or they make her a tool for him to be more angsty and dark and disregard all of her character and trauma? Can we normalize making them equals
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transingthoseformers · 6 months ago
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I wholeheartedly feel like in Transformers One D-16 should get to see the future, to see who he becomes, and grapple with the reality of how it's fate, and he can't change this fate no matter how hard he tries
Orion: Dee?
D-16: yeah Orion?
Orion: do you think we're always going to be together?
D-16, who has Seen Something: ... I don't know. For now, let's make the best of the present
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internetb3by · 9 months ago
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i want jason todd to read to me. i want him to lay next to me in bed and read me his favorite novels. his calming voice lulling me to sleep as he reads me lines from his favorite jane austen novel. and when he senses i’m asleep he places a soft kiss to my temple.
he’s the type to only be able to sleep after you fall asleep. after he senses you’re sleep he shuts the book (bookmarking where he left off ofc), sets it aside, and pulls the string of the lamp on your bedside table before cuddling up to you.
bonus points after he finishes reading you his favorite book he gives you a personalized copy of the book as a gift. By personalized I mean he annotates the book and highlighted the parts you really seemed to enjoy.
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zealouswitchwerewolf · 4 months ago
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When Tim leaves to search for Bruce, Dick keeps tabs on him. Yes, her said and did things he regrets but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Tim is his little brother. He doesn't want him to get hurt. He doesn't want him to break if his theory ends up being wrong. He still can't let himself hope that Tim is right, he knows it'll destroy him if he lowers his guard enough to hear Tim out. After all, his brother is smart and logical and he's usually right he wants Tim to be right so badly.
It doesn't mean he doesn't worry. So he sends different hero friends to check up on him at random times. Good news, Tim is still alive and up to shenanigans. Bad news, he keeps being found in difficult situations by Dick's friends and seeming to need rescue but as soon as they get him out of whatever he got himself into, he screams at them saying he had everything under control and that he doesn't need them at all.
Tim's been having a hard time that's made worse by his brother Dick checking on him every 5 minutes like he's expecting him to break. It was bad enough that he took Robin away from him and threatened him with therapy but now he's ruining his plans and delaying all his hard work. Sure, some of his plans might seem dangerous to someone on the outside. And sure, sometimes he did sort of appreciate the extraction. But he knows what he's doing! He has everything under control. It's downright offensive that Dick keeps doubting him like he isn't capable of taking care of himself. Like he hasn't been doing it since he was 7 years old. Finally he calls him. It doesn't go as he expected.
Tim: stop sending people like I can't take care of myself. I'm not crazy.
Dick *trying not to cry*: Tim...
Tim: besides, I have everything under control, I don't need them to police what I'm doing.
Dick: Tim...
Tim: wasn't it enough to try and send me to Arkham? It's like you don't even want B back.
Dick *choking*: I'm sorry!
Tim: besides... Wait, what did you say?
Dick *tired, sad, but still feeling better after hearing from his little brother, even if he just wants to yell at him*: I'm sorry. I didn't handle things well. I don't think you're crazy. And I'm not sending people to police you. I want you to be safe. I don't want to lose you.
Tim: ...
Dick: I wanted to do this in person but I need you to know I love you and I trust you. I can't let myself believe that B is alive but that doesn't mean I don't believe in you. I worry anyways.
Tim: I...
Dick: I know you don't want me to keep sending people to check up on you. I just ask you to be careful. I want my little brother to come back to me in one piece. You're important to me. I don't want to lose you.
Tim *chokes a sob*: Dick, I...
Dick: you have a panic button, right?
Tim *confused*: yes?
Dick: good, I won't send more people for random check ups but I need you to promise me you'll use it if you're ever truly in danger. Please. I might not be able to be there on time but I'll make sure someone gets there.
Tim *trying to swallow the lump in his throat, barely manages to whisper*: Promise.
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