#it also enjoyed iy

[azurewishing]

Cold epic wub eats raw meat. Same with earth epic wub

[etz-ashashiyot]

Friendly reminder that A Land for All is an excellent organization that is still, even now, working to create an equitable resolution to the conflict. Please check them out:

I also strongly recommend reading through their full proposal here.

[krikidilly]

Really enamored with the idea of Enmu getting into photography as both an artistry and simple fascination. Id think he'd get really fascinated by the art of like, altering photographs like making art out of them or getting that perfect shot that is art all on its own. He isn't one for mementos really but something about a picture really intrigues him. Odd fascination with the capturing of reality into something you can physically hold..

[creative-hanyou-girl]

This is why I adore the InuYasha filler episodes and don't understand why so many people don't like them. Now, I can get that having TOO MUCH filler can be exhausting, but if you spread it out in between the plot-driven episodes/chapters enough (which InuYasha does well in my opinion) than filler fits right in with the rest of the story. And honestly it gives us a nice breather from all the plot-driven episodes/chapters.

Seriously, I love most of the filler in InuYasha. The only filler I didn't care for were the episodes that focused on Sesshomaru and his group.

genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

[narutomaki]

neighbour gave me 2 big ass (8-10lbs) hams to cook because he's Like That (generous. he said he gives things out to the working poor then acted why and said he hoped I wasn't insulted by being called that, of course I'm not dude, ur giving me a 13$ mini cheesecake and 30+$ worth if ham)

any way I cooked and carved one up tonight and as I'm snacking on it, it hit me

I dont really like ham that much....

what the fuck do I do with all this damn ham.... already going to text my friends friend tomorrow and a if he wants any, waiting for confirmation if they even eat ham tho

[steampunkedparm]

eueuue if the thing is heading in the direction i hope(?) that also means im. a little screwed lol

[breakmeoff]

you do somethin' (to me)

featuring: kwon jiyong x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: fingering, oral (f. receiving), mild sensory deprivation, soft dom!jiyong, praise and usage of 'daddy'. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.8k (i swear one of these days i'll learn how to write an actual drabble lol) synopsis: while mindlessly scrolling socials after ji's concert one day, you spot a fancam image of him playing with the ties of his shirt in a rather provocative manner. pulling it through his fingers and then... pretending it was a blindfold?? after a quick text from you, he gets a devious idea and plans to take care of his girl the best way he knows how. note: this is my first time attempting a smau/fake text, and writing for jiyong, so be gentle please - sorry if he's at all ooc! also part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my sweet anon 🍵, whose selection is listed below, and was inspired by THIS FIT and move (about 35 sec in) during his Macau Day 3 performance. enjoy! thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - TNT (Tequila & Tonic) [Tequila] — Kwon Jiyong [Tonic] — Apartment [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Blindfold) Masterlist

Jiyong was nothing if not a man of his word.  Knowing this fact all too well, you smirked when his last message came across the screen of your phone.  From your spot on the couch, Zoa curled up beside you, you looked around your shared apartment and silently took mental notes of what you wanted to do before his return home the next day.

When tomorrow finally came, Jiyong turned his key into the front door lock and pushed it open, stepping inside.  “Aein!,” he called out, kicking his shoes off, pulling his suitcase in behind himself.

The first greeting he received came in the form of a chirp, Iye hopping off of the back of the couch to curl herself around Ji’s legs.  Bending down, he scratched behind her ears as you came into the room.  

“And here I was thinking you were calling for me…” you teased, slowly walking up to him as he lifted his head hearing your voice.  A dark smirk crept over his face as he stood back up, sizing you up and down.  

“Shut up and kiss me,” he replied, closing the distance between you before he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to press his lips against yours.  

Mumbling a quiet laugh against his lips, you fluttered your eyes shut and leaned into his embrace.  “Yes Sir.”

Jiyong playfully grunted at your response before angling his head to the side and parted his lips slightly, effectively deepening the kiss with a low moan.

Your arms lifted to drape around his shoulders while you followed his lead, unhurriedly savoring his touch once again.

Dropping one of his arms from your waist, he dug into his back pocket, retrieving something you couldn’t yet see.  Breaking your kiss, Ji leaned back to look down into your eyes, a devious look lingering in his.  “You trust me, right?”

Blinking your eyes open, you lifted an eyebrow curiously, unsure of where this was headed.  “Of course I do…”

“Good,” he stated, placing a brief kiss on your forehead.  “Now close your eyes.”

“...oh..kay…” you hesitated, slowly closing your eyes again.  

The next thing you felt was the cold, silken material brushing across your face, now resting over your eyes and a slight tug at the fabric once he had tied it securely at the back of your head.  Instinctively, you tried to open your eyes but met nothing other than thick, opaque black.  

And then it dawned on you.

“Seemed like someone really liked the idea of being blindfolded,” Jiyong whispered, his wet lips brushing against the shell of your ear before exhaling a burst of warm air against your skin.  “Couldn’t let my good girl down now could I?”

Your lips parted with a crooked smile on your face.  “Ji…” 

Making a disappointed tsking sound close to your ear again, he reached down behind you and with an open palm, harshly smacked your ass, causing you to jump and lean into him.  “You know better than that…” he mumbled, dragging his lips against the curve of your jaw.  “What’s my name?”

Heat flushed your cheeks and you yelped with the sting of his hand through your lounge shorts.  “Daddy.  Sorry, Daddy…” 

“That’s my girl,” he praised just before bending down slightly to reach behind your thighs, lifting you from where you stood with you draped over one of his shoulders.  A short laugh slipped past your lips in surprise, but did your best to stay still as he carried you into your shared bedroom with purpose.

Moments later, he tossed you back onto the king sized bed, causing you to lightly bounce against the mattress before settling.  Not giving you much time to relax, he grabbed the back of your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, feet now planted on the ground below you.

With one of his hands, he placed it firmly against your chest and pushed you back to lay flat.  Once he had you where he wanted you, without wasting another moment, he dropped to his knees and skimmed both hands up the outside of your thighs.  

As his fingertips reached the waistband of your shorts, Jiyong slowly pushed the fabric of your t-shirt up over your hips and stomach.  Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss just below your navel, and then littered them across to one hip before returning to center and kissing his way to your opposite hip.

The wet trail he left in his wake cooled when the air in the room touched it, causing a small shudder to course down your spine, and your skin to erupt in goosebumps at the sensation.  Watching you react to even just that small gesture encouraged him even more to take care of you.

Hooking his index fingers into the waistband of your shorts, he began pulling them down, laughing darkly once he recognized you had no panties underneath.  “Eager, Baby?”  He teased, pulling the fabric down your legs and tossing it haphazardly to the side.�� You blushed at his accusation, and you chose not to reply as he pushed your legs open.

Now with you fully exposed to him, he sucked in a breath at the sight before him.  Already wet for him, he groaned, bringing the tip of one of his fingers to tap on your clit once, your body jerking beneath him.  “Ah ah… stay still,” he warned.

Bringing his pointer finger to join his middle, they simultaneously began feather-lightly tracing your outer lips, appreciating the silkiness of your soft skin.  “So pretty like this… spread out for me…” he mused, using those same fingers now to spread you further apart, allowing him a better view of your pussy and those inner walls pulsing, looking for something to clench around.

“Fuck… look at that… you miss me while I was gone Baby?”  Still, he hadn’t come any closer other than to stare directly into your most sensitive parts, hungrily.  

“Yes Daddy,” you exhaled, “always.”

Finally, approvingly, Jiyong leaned in, his tongue extending flat as he drug a long stripe up along your pussy, groaning into your pink skin.  Your body instinctively tensed below him, a soft moan slipping past your lips.

He had intended to take his time, savor your sweet taste, but the moment he had your familiar slick coating his tongue, he groaned helplessly and brought the tip of his tongue to roughly flick against your clit.  Wrapping his full lips around your sensitive bud, he began suckling relentlessly, simply addicted to the flavor of you and the sweet noises you made.

“Oh my God… ffffuuuhh…” you whimpered, legs bending at the knees with his assault against you.  Your hands began grasping for something to hold on to, one landing on his shoulder and the other the top of his head, fingers carding through his soft pink hair.

Shifting one of his hands to smack the inside of one of your thighs sharply, he mumbled roughly against your cunt “I told you to stay still.”  

Whining at the sting, you scraped your fingers against his scalp, a tear threatening to spill from your lash line beneath the blindfold.  “I..I’m sorry Daddy.  Feels so good…”  

“I know, Baby,” he said, licking once more against your entire pussy, causing another shiver to roll through you.  “Promised I’d make you feel so good.”

Desperately, you nodded your head, and the hand that was previously on his shoulder fell to the bed beside you.  Just before you were about to open your mouth and beg for more, Ji brought his free hand up to his mouth, lewdly sucking two of his fingers to get them wet before teasing your entrance.  With no other warning, he slowly pushed them both in simultaneously.

A loud moan fell from your lips and you arched your back from the sensation of his long digits filling you so well.  “Fuck Daddy,” you exhaled, just as he moved his hand in a new direction, allowing those same fingers to curl inside you at the perfect angle to make you cry out.

Jiyong’s lips wrapped back around your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking against you roughly before he started suckling again.  Your hand now on the bed grasped frantically at the fabric below, fingers digging into the comforter, trying to find something to hold onto as your boyfriend’s mouth made a mess of you.

His lips and tongue began moving obscenely, slurping and sucking at your juices, shaking his nose and lips against your sensitive skin first up and down and then in a side to side motion.  All you could do at this point was lay there and take it.

Switching his fingers from an in and out motion, thrusting into your twitching inner walls, they now curled to the perfect spot, soft and spongy, and just far enough inside of you to make your vision go white and exhale a filthy, loud moan.

“Shitshitshit, fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum…” you cried, breath catching in a broken moan as your fingers gripped harder at his hair and the bedding below, desperately trying to ground yourself in any way you could.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum all over Daddy’s face, let me feel all of it,” Ji said against your pussy, the pressure of his fingertips pressing into you at the perfect pace. With two last long flicks of his tongue against your clit, you broke.  

Back arching, fingers digging into his scalp hard enough to break skin, toes curling, muscles tensing.  Jiyong sucked, kissed, licked and fingered you relentlessly through your entire release, prolonging it as long as he could, utterly addicted to the way you fell apart for only him.

Finally, you slumped back against the mattress with a sob, your chest heaving in a mixture of trying to catch your breath and feeling so overwhelmed.  Ji’s fingers slowed their pace, barely moving in and out of your pulsating pussy, trying to help bring you back down.  He placed soft, lingering kisses against your clit, outer lips, pubic bone, and down the top of both of your inner thighs.  

Once he felt your breath calming, and your body relaxing under his touch, he removed his hand from you and rubbed both of his hands soothingly against your inner thighs.  Sitting up higher on his knees, he leaned over your reclined frame and reached for the back of the blindfold, untying the fabric and releasing it from your face.  

With your tear-filled eyes blinking open to find his own now much softer expression, you laughed lazily, reaching for one of his hands to grasp within yours.  “Thank you…” you mumbled as he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over you, his mouth and chin still wet with your slick. 

Leaning up, you kissed him desperately, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, both arms reaching up to pull him flush against you.

Jiyong leaned back, and kissed your jawline softly before he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, laying on top of you in a warm embrace.  “Thank you for trusting me and always being mine.”

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[chilschuck]

Hear me out...

Witch/mage half-foot reader x chilchuck? Iy would be cute i think?

Maybe they have that carefree, mad hatter-y vibe that makes chil grow white hairs every single moment lol

(sorry for any mistakes, english isnt my first language)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA and i hope i did it justice!!! struggling to write for some reason lately but i got this out for you and i’m so happy that i finished it!!

— CHILCHUCK: x mage half-foot!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw + gn!reader!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 570

✦ hope this turned out okay!!! i am trying to get out at least one request a day! <3 enjoy!!

✦ You made it very known you were interested in joining the party, and Laios suggested it wouldn’t be too bad to have another magic user around. Since no one had really any objections to it, you became the party’s second half-foot member.

✦ With a smaller amount of mana than other races, you used your magic in smaller bursts. Even with having to be more observant of when you used it, you were definitely more of a carefree soul than the other members.

✦ Running headfirst into whatever monster made an appearance was common for you, and Chilchuck grabbing you by the collar and pulling you to safety with him was as well. You seemed to have a knack for making Chilchuck grow more gray hairs, whether it be by scaring the hell out of him with reckless behavior or disappearing for a span of time before popping up right behind him. (He didn’t want to guess what exactly you went off to do.)

✦ Chilchuck, when given the chance, would grab you by your shoulders to get onto you about your reckless behavior. To his dismay, you usually gave him that sly, carefree grin you always did. You two were definitely polar opposites in some regards, and Chilchuck had to routinely keep his heart from stopping when you put yourself in danger.

✦ That isn’t to say you weren’t skilled at what you do: even Chilchuck knew you had talent. It was more so that you had a bit more fun than needed, which caused the already older half-foot to feel like he’s aging more.

✦ All his concerns and reprimanding aside, he really did enjoy your company. Maybe it was your whimsical sort of outlook or the way you carried yourself, but he was definitely drawn to you. The first time he realized this was when you scared him so badly that he thought he had lost you. After letting him know you were fine and that it’s nothing some healing won’t fix up, he knew you had begun to grow on him.

✦ You made sure to tease him about his concern over your wellbeing, letting him know you were more than capable of taking care of yourself. Maybe even purposefully putting him on edge with some of your shenanigans just to see him freak out a little.

✦ Secretly, Chilchuck admired how gutsy you were, even if your mad hatter-like personality gave him heart palpitations. He wondered what it must be like to not have any concerns like that, sometimes catching his attention being solely on you and your work.

✦ It didn’t help that you and your personality were pretty charming, after all. Maybe he even found it cute how engrossed in certain aspects of magic you’d get. And how excited you got when you succeeded at something. Also how you’d sometimes catch yourself daydreaming and get lost in thought. The list goes on, much to his dismay.

✦ The half-foot would always deny it, but sometimes Marcille sees the way he looks at you and absolutely teases him. Apparently, it reminds her of a romance novel she read once, about a grumpy man and this mage that taught him how to live life to the fullest. Chilchuck swatted her away, trying his best to ignore the feeling in his chest at that. He definitely has some thinking to do… (And feelings to acknowledge!!)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[gds-daisy]

hellooooo i’m here for the bb matching event:)))

1: My name is nellie and i go by she/her

2: i’m very super feminine i love pink, cats, bows, u get the idea lol

3: i’d say im introverted but i come out of my shell a little when im with my friends, im also shy i dont like talking to new people i prefer just to stick with the ppl im most comfortable with, id like to think im funny im not a very serious person only in situations where i need to be hahah, im also very sarcastic like vERY sarcastic, my coping skills would probably be making jokes, like i said im not a very serious person so when something goes wrong i try to lift everyone up.

4: my hobbies are drawing, dancing, fashion, singing, cooking, listening to music, learning new languages and shopping :)

5: my biggest pet peeve is when someone cannot admit they are wrong, it genuinely irks me soo bad i hate hard headed people.

6: my ideal partner is someone loving and caring, laughs at all my jokes, is there for me even when it gets hard, loyal, supportive, and kind hearted. looks don’t matter much to me as long as u have a good personality and kind heart. but he has to be tall lol. my ideal first date is honestly anything. you can take me anywhere as long as we’re having fun and have connection it doesn’t matter :)

7: i honestly have no idea? maybe physical touch and gift giving, i love buying people things it makes me happy hahaha

8: my style is very girly, sun dresses, skirts, high heels, sandals all that kinda stuff. but i also am kinda tomboyish sometimes haha it depends on my mood.

9: i’m Romanian American, i speak english and romanian ofc and im currently learning korean:) i would also love to travel the world someday especially paris and korea they’re beautiful countries and i would love to visit them one day! im 5’5 i have black hair and brown eyes and i also have braces haha

10: nsfw or sfw is fine i honestly don’t mind :)

tysm!!

(i sent one in while it wasn’t finished yet so just ignore it haha😭)

lots of love 🤍🤍

for nellie

i match you with...

kwon jiyong

you and jiyong are a match made in heaven!

your humor is what catches jiyong's attention

he loves how high-spirited you are because he feels as though there's not enough spontaneity in the world nowadays

jiyong is always awe-stricken by how you try to make every moment into a good one, despite hardships that may arise.

you love cats you say? well good for you because he will drag you to his apartment just so you can meet zoa and iye

when you finally meet them, he takes a step back and lets you play with them and pet them

and just know that he will most definitely take pictures of you with them, smiling as he does so

he even gets jealous of how much they seem to love you

"zoa! iye!" he says in an attempt to get their attention, but to no avail. "they love you more than their own appa! unbelievable..." he says jokingly in defeat.

he loves hearing you talk about your interests and would listen to you talk for ages if it were up to him

he LOVES seeing your drawings and seeing the intent behind your concepts of a new illustration since he is a very conceptual person himself

"you drew all of these, jagi? they're amazing!" he beams in shock as he flips through your sketchbook before kissing you on the lips.

jiyong can't help but admire the way you take interest in fashion

he especially loves how fluid your outfits are, whether you dress more feminine or even more on the tomboy side

he can never take his eyes off of you because he finds you to be

jiyong enjoys buying you new clothes despite your protests because he's a gift giver at heart <3

coincidentally enough, he feels really guilty when you get him gifts

"oh jagi, you didn't have to..." he trails as he opens your gift. "but i wanted to," you say with a smile.

ji is a FIEND when it comes to physical touch

he loves cuddling with you and softly kissing you (mostly on your hands, cheeks, lips, forehead, and neck).

especially when you do the same for him

he's fascinated with your cultural background and loves learning more about it

jiyong adores that you're learning korean because it makes him feel closer to you

he knows that you want to travel the world and what better way to do that than surprising you with tickets to paris?

"ji, is this for real?" you say with teary eyes as you look at the two first class tickets he just handed you. "i've never been more serious, jagi," he says with a smile before you kiss him passionately.

if it's paris fashion week, he'll take you along so you can see all the fashion and maybe even spark some inspiration for your love of drawing

he knows all of the good spots in paris since he's been there so many times, which makes for many unforgettable date nights <3

he's a cheesy person at heart, so you best believe he's gonna kiss you at the eiffel tower

you tease him about it which makes him blush uncontrollably

"i'm never letting you live this down, kwon jiyong"

[midnasdragon]

Stanford Filbrick Pines

Words: 4,524

Summary: He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt.

Written Curse: What can I say, saw someone suggesting it on Tiktok and I did it, Descriptions of insanity and more insanity, suicidal behavior, manipulation, paranoia, kind of religious trauma, self-harm (thoughts and action) depictions, and maybe more sensitive topics, please be aware, MDNI. it's kind of different from what I'm used to write in some aspects but I enjoyed iy Seeeeeee yaaaaaa darlings!

Versión original-español

I walked through the mists of a gloomy limbo… If such a vague description makes sense, I paid attention to every step I took but I didn't feel it, almost as if it were a dream until my attention was redirected, something was heard in the distance and I wondered what it could be. It carried with it a sinister air, perverse dyes that dripped phlegmatically, the forbidden, the temptation, the sin that, as its passage, seduced me to approach, thus, little by little, it was not only an unusual song but also a particular smell, a sensation that made one's skin crawl but as everything here was far from comprehending.

Time was distorted and my mind fell into a spiral that I didn't even know I had entered until seeing in a dreary reflection a realization revealed, it was me.

That smell, that sound, everything… It was nothing more than my own body, that empty and rotten container that wanders aimlessly waiting for an end but even if I succumbed to the clutches of mortality, I know that my corpse would be nothing more than poison for this earth that now curses my existence. I beg for mercy even if I am not deserving and as a heretic I receive cruel punishment that lurks in the depths of my being, which from the beginning eats away at me, what led me to this state.

A simple act like the sliding of curtains felt so treacherous, he was turning his back on him and leaving him adrift. He deserves it, after all he did it was absurd that he thought he would receive any defense from him. He placed the reminder of the freshly made wound in the trash and tried to fall asleep but at no time did he blink, the minutes passed ignorantly to his situation and emotions so overwhelming that they seemed to mock without decorum. He had found a motivation that vanished at the same speed with which it arrived, he had to find another goal, a purpose, something that would give him what he had always longed for.

The days passed without anything remarkable, a blind and tired routine between corridors, living rooms and his bedroom with the irregular change of going to the library or chatting with his roommate, with whom he shared certain hobbies. He was about convincing that he enjoyed it, that despite being an unexpected result, he could take advantage of it and prove to himself that others were wrong, that he was better.

When he made the decision to live in Gravity Falls, it was as if that little flame struggled to remain incandescent and wanted to get bigger. It could be taken as an escape from home in a certain way, miles and miles away from his parents which doesn't make much difference from what it was in Backupsmore.

Everything was different, a new life that he would not let anything or anyone spoil. And so it was for quite some time, there was no day or night in which he did not find something fascinating, a distraction and a temporary relief to his thoughts that dejected him the most, but then, like a rose, it began to wither and the petals fell. Leaving a voracious appetite again.

And what happened when the snake approached him? He fell for the deception. So desperate for a shred of recognition, acceptance… And what person could resist a being greater than their own existence? It was an honor to be the favorite of such a sublime presence, a powerful being who did respond to his prayers, to his doubts, where he believed he was walking on the same floor as this one and not below as he was for so many years with his kind, he was finally an equal.

A nosedive into veneration.

The night was paler than the moon itself, its emanations were blunderbussed as they passed through the stained-glass windows with motifs that I distributed with my own free will throughout my cabin. Immersed in my inscriptions, Bill prowled in the same space and chatted about things that I didn't pay enough attention to since I was used to his actions. When I finished my last stroke I placed the pen aside and closed the bottle of ink to let it rest and therefore dry the contents of the page.

"Hey, Sixer" I turned my head and the first thing my eyes met was the triangle reflecting my appearance, I raised my eyebrow until he continued "Look, someone with science of humor" he laughed to return to his color, he snapped his fingers and pointed at me "Did you understand my pun?", "Of course I did, It's a simple enough thing not to" I adjusted my glasses before closing my journal, getting up from my chair and walking over to put it on the shelf next to the other books in my collection.

"You demean yourself a lot, don't you think? Give yourself some credit" he turned around as he moved forward with me, "I do credit myself but I know when things are easy, Bill" I rolled my eyes and left the room, on the stairs he was behind me "That's because you're very intelligent and perceptive, not everyone would have understood it the first time or the second" At these words I smiled but not for much since the day had exhausted me enough to use my muscles. The cabin was as lonely as the day it was finished, on one hand it was reassuring not to have to deal with those noises resulting from annoying habits of other people but on the other hand I couldn't help but feel more lonely… at least I had Bill by my side, even if I got desperate but very rarely. Maybe I should make a statistic about that.

"It's better as you are if you ask me," I heard his voice again but this time I didn't look at him, I went down step by step until I finally reached the floor. "What are you talking about?" I really had no idea, "Nobody deserves you, Ford" that confession intrigued me now in the kitchen where I didn't turn on the light bulb and only opened one of the drawers in the cupboard for a glass. "I mean, just look at you, six fingers; attractive, intelligent, funny, organized. You're out of their league, much better than all of them" he stood in my field of vision and crossed his arms, "And I doubt very much that you would settle for that anyway".

The circumstances that led to such a fatal encounter…

I closed my lips and remained silent, his words like gasoline for thoughts and speculations to nest in my head "We'll never know, they're counterfactual events and hypothetical situations" I drank from the glass I had previously filled with water "Besides, it makes me sound like a narciss-", "Hey, hey, stop your car, friend" Bill pushed and pulled his arms in the space between him and me "I don't say that with those implications, you're very humble Stanford" he moved his body in such a way that it gave the impression of shaking his head, he raised his arms "Everything you're doing will benefit humanity, for me that's not being selfish, quite the opposite" he approached and placed his elbow on my right shoulder.

"What I mean is that you're better off like this" with the open hand of the other arm he pointed at me, moving up and down, to emphasize his point. "You're happier than you could have been" I was still with my eyes on him without speaking "I'll show you" he moved away a little to extend his arm. "You trust me, right?". It was a bit strange to me that Bill used to ask about my trust in him as often as he did, but I always assumed that being someone with his powers was normal, after all it was logical that when he gave me knowledge and his friendship he needed to know that I would not misuse his generosity.

"Of course I do" I took his hand, his eye curled "You can always trust me, Sixer".

The cabin began to crumble and suddenly the environment changed to an impeccable construction that I did not recognize, at least not immediately, laughter and chatter filled my ears while my eyes ventured to get used to the interior, the sound of some open doors made me spin slightly where I saw something that squeezed my heart, in front of seats and more seats there I was, walking on the stage with a toga, I received my title and it was clear. I was graduating from West Coast Institute of Technology.

It was something unreal to see myself in this situation, to see how my face reflected true enthusiasm and happiness at achieving one of my many dreams that I had as a teenager. My parents were there, Stanley was there and his face was a mixture of pride and joy for me; disappointment, loneliness and doubt in those small details. It continued with a family celebration until the scene changed for the second time where I now worked as an inventor in a company of sorts, I knew that time moved forward thanks to the fictitious calendar, which at first filled the Stanford in front of me with motivation, now it filled him wit sadness. It caused him misery as he was limited by his contract, he no longer had time for his own projects or the family with whom he maintained contact.

And everything changed again, I was on Backupsmore and another possibility unfolded, I met someone and we developed feelings for each other and then, we get married? That would be a waste of my research time and even more so as I watched how we both settled in Gravity Falls and then started a small family, with similar results I gradually fell into the same thing: misfortune, sorrow, and suspicion due to the dissatisfaction with the life I was leading. I separated from my spouse to try to have some serenity but nothing, I constantly saw my other self immersed in the memories and torments of his decision, of the intensity of those discussions; about what was said or not said.

When I turned to the other side, my eyes widened when I found myself in front of the same person, they were talking or rather vociferating, it had taken me a moment to process that change so that their words made sense. "Who is going to want to be with someone like you, Stanford!?" Their face was like a slap that burned even before it landed aggrievedly on my face, but I couldn't mutter so shocked by the constant receipt of information "You're a damn selfish man!" they pointed accusation at me while they continued with their argument. Each syllable only served to sharpen the stake and in the end when it stuck in my heart I looked down, it seemed it could never escape me. Something I never asked for.

Then I knew that my insides were questioning and mortifying. Love is such a complicated concept for a mind like me, I have witnessed finite ways to demonstrate it and I can't seem to fully understand it, from my childhood until now, I still think that it is nothing more than frivolities that everyone pretends to know and handle. and then judge those who try to reach it with simplicity.

On many occasions I had witnessed my father's demonstrations towards Stanley and much more aware when they were for me. So many times I heard the expectations, his disappointments or simply his thoughts about us and each time I felt the need to relieve him but without leaving my brother aside, I wanted to be the one who was deserving enough to let me into his vulnerability and let him know that just as he loved me, I loved him. His words...they hurt , they made me feel insufficient and had the same effect on my brother but... I guess it was his way of showing that we were important, that he knew we could be even better.

That's how this person vanished and windows surrounded me to show hundreds of other situations, no matter how different they were, they all ended in disappointment "Do you see what I mean?" Bill finally decided to make his presence again and with an irritated attitude. He stayed in front of my eyes without the windows stopping rotating around us "They wouldn't appreciate you, six fingers. They are the selfish ones, the fatuous ones who couldn't stand someone as genuine as you" with his hands he enlarged one of the windows that remains motionless to show the image "Even before you moved here" my mother appears, then my father, Stanley and other people with whom I once crossed paths "They hurt you but expect you to give everything for them without complaining" he sighs "And that is why this is better for you".

"You have me by your side, I have seen what the others have not" now we moved to the usual space and he made me sit down, a cup of tea in hand "And I feel very lucky that it was you who called me and not a trashy scientist or something like that" he rolled his eye and I just laughed, I adjusted my glasses with a little push of my index finger and sipped the liquid "I'm the lucky one, Cipher. It is not an everyday occurrence that such an intriguing and wise being decides to respond to my call" I thought the conversation would go to a more pleasant one immediately but Bill just looked at me "You are very important to me, Sixer" I didn't know what to do or say, because of the seriousness with which he said it "I need you... I would love to be in your dimension to spend more time with you, you know?" I stood up to finally be able to say something until his laughter was the next thing "I mean, at this point you are like my family and that is what all those corny things do to someone" I smiled and nodded, amused at his choice of words "Do you also need me as much as I need you, six fingers?"

"I need you, Bill".

Years later, standing on the bow looking out over the vast sea, he meditated while the other Pines was resting. The waves combined with their reflections induced a peaceful state but a hollowness different from the others persisted. The movement reminded him of thoughts and internal debates at his worst, where he let himself be dragged into the darkness and suffer in it.

If he jumped, it was likely that he would find the sense to live, he was barely visible due to the stars that saw themselves still, the wood under his feet did not creak or seemed to recognize him, a ghost in pain that wanders in the icy night. He took a step closer to the edge but didn't take anything off, the weight would do. But with half his feet suspended and the other half still on the dock he stayed like that. How long did it take until his heart even beat? When he regained consciousness he was in his bed without a shirt or any clothing for his torso, mere soaked socks the only fabric on his body other than the blankets that maintained an acceptable temperature.

The next morning he left the cabin and walked unconsciously into the forest. Some creatures that he had already studied looked out timidly when they saw the afflicted figure of the man, who acted with the nature of a magnet. He arrived at an area where the trees contained peculiar lines that kept following him. Murmurs began to greet him and say nonsense. When he tried to ignore him, he realized where he was standing and froze. Thousands of eyes stared at him without blinking, they did not have an iris so the blackness of the pupil made him more gloomy and as if they were reading his thoughts, they began to manifest throughout him until he was no longer but a cluster of these organs.

He had come to consider removing his eyes, the simple fact of remembering that he had those orbs caused the most unpleasant reactions in his body, the immediate rejection of a similar object in a metaphorical or literal way, in any information format, just like the other geometric figure. What was once a paradise in their home now behaved like hell. His knuckles were still in limited recovery but his mind was an uncertain omen.

Or he would see his wrists that palely denoted something that he had come to hate and he would think that perhaps, with the help of some instruments he could manage to remove those ropes from his entire body, no matter how long or how painful it meant that Bill would not be able to use him never again. And he tried. What did it matter, if he was already alien to any humanity. His mania for sharp things was not discouraged, if there was the possibility of being there, it was, but; of not, did it by force. Like that time, one of the many times.

It was a moment like the other, he was wandering through the forest, now the ardor flamed between the distances from one flora to another, the aberrant calm. His body rocked because his swollen feet tried not to feel his condition, as well as making himself sick until he couldn't take it anymore and sat down against a tree. He removed his glasses to rub his eyelids with the impression of not being lucid. When he opened them, he realized that the tree in front that reached to the heavens was no longer a tree, a block splintered in its place surrounded by other thorns as a replacement. He knelt before standing on his feet and walking until the tips of his shoes touched the messy roots and he got back on his knees, his hands resting on the edge of this circle, how could he see in such detail without his glasses on?

There was no room for that question because he hunched over and brought his face closer…closer…even closer. His skin instinctively repelled his face but the word is there, instinct. Macabre allusion when the fine fabric did not hold for long and spilled on the wood until its anatomy prevented it from breaking, he moved away with complicated motion as some tried to continue in him, and at a slightly considerable distance. Whipping. And the snap didn't take long. Paralyzed it oozed with more current, the thorns appropriated the rest until they swallowed the last piece.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and sheltered his head to check that everything was still together to get out of there without waiting. It was just a dream.

Few interactions with other people made his delusions worse, strangers who were crafty, stupid, lacking in judgment, narcissistic, filthy... he was 100% sure that they reeked of Cipher. But he would not make that 'knowledge' evident, with his hands and elbows on the table he turned his back to the costumers and workers, he knew that they were watching him with that damned smile and those devilish eyes. Disgust to the one who touched his shoulder, his left imprisoned the outer wrist but what he saw was fear in normal pupils and a short circuit occurred within his logic, his face became grim when the woman began to laugh.

Another woman followed a few tables in front, so that like an infection all the faces would lengthen. Without control he imitated, the sweat reflected the terror that the experience gave him, his right hooked half of his face. His nerves had jammed as well as his vocal cords with the same sound quality as a phonograph. At the windows, palms slapped against this surface, their eyes moved quickly and in the opposite direction to the complement of their pair "I still have my eyes on ya, Stanford" they spoke in unison "Too bad you won't have any!" and some of the limbs that were hitting the windows passed through them and lunged at him, with specific emphasis on his eyes. He bent down and pulled the woman so he could leave the establishment.

Was it a good idea to have sent that postcard? It made him an easier target, he didn't know what Bill's supposed henchman could do to find him but if he was under his orders it was common sense that he already knew his location. There was no way to know what tactics he would be able to use. It could even already be at his house and he wouldn't know it.

He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt. When he turned the handle and the door gave him permission to enter, everything contained his essence, from the rugs to the money he carried with him. With his chest almost touching one of the tapestries, he wrapped himself up and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, pressing it to his ribs. and began to rub his face against the fabric. As he raised his head, it was now suspended by his semi-extended arms, he looked at the ceiling and tears flowed. He still needed him.

"Wow" Bill spined his cane while he continued to see me in the mirror "It looks great on you, tiger" I arched my eyebrows without stopping smiling "Really?" I turned my body while taking my eyes off the mirror and adjusted my coat "Do you call me a liar?" he made clicking sounds and helped to adjust the garment "Come on, man…you're pretty much the definition of romantic, Beethoven would be jealous" this made me laugh and I restated my posture now with my fingers adjusting my neck, I had to admit that the costume was quite refined and just as I expected a period costume to feel.

"Ready to go?" he bowed and took off his hat that I reciprocated with another bow, we walked until we reached the place of the event where the most outstanding intellectuals of all time waited with cocktails in hand and chatting with each other. When I entered I had a drink and went to talk to a small group with Bill's company, even with the magnitude of the revelation I did not feel nervous, in fact, I was sure of myself and deep down I did not care what opinions they would give me as soon as the curtain came off.

When the time struck we both took the lead and gave a speech, his jokes were not lacking. When I pulled the curtain and the portal was in sight I heard exclamations, there was a silence until everyone began to applaud and ask its mechanism, my smile was so big that Cipher pushed his elbow against my arm and we only smiled before addressing the others to answer their questions.

When I woke up I didn't wait to stand up and go to work in the portal.

He remembers when his palate caught the improper corroded and pulled his upper lip that showed his red teeth in the mirror, he ran a finger to clean them but did not investigate further, convinced that Bill, by using his body got into a fight and that this was a mixture of his fluids with those of others. There were several times that it was repeated and that he decided to accept his explanation. How much had he done while using his body? For God's sake, the photographs showed him but he was a piece of something bigger, what repulsive things that being must have been capable of.

During the 30 years out of his dimension the thirst for revenge never paled, on the contrary, it grew stronger with each day that he felt his blood boil at every mention of his name. He lived for that, he had to… to see the day when Bill Cipher ceased to be a threat to reality.

But he never expected his defeat to happen in the circumstances in which they occurred. Seeing his brother with his head down and now empty as him, added to his guilt and afflictions, Stanley was always strong, determined and confident in his eyes. The other side of the coin.

The days went as the whole family and even Soos or Wendy helped Stan regain his memory and with that he tried to get his life back, which he now knew Stanley didn't take from him but Bill.

He used to think that he had to give everything to receive the minimum, but when he returned and got forgiveness… love… It was difficult to accept it at first but the night he found old photographs as well as home videos from his childhood that the brothers reminisced about, something changed.

"I can't believe you actually did that," he put his hand on his stomach and laughed, Stanley only crossed his legs and arms before extending his last ones with a failed attempt to look annoyed at the comment "It's pure comedy! A brainiac like you wouldn't understand my developed sense of humor" a blow landed on his twin's shoulder. "It drives ladies crazy" "Oh, I don't doubt it, completely crazy," he nodded mockingly in his way of doing it.

Stan hit him again "Idiot" Ford rubbed himself before returning the blow with greater force, to be fair "Nerd". After a while sleep began to come to them, Ford put his head on the shoulder of his hand while his held the bowl on his lap, and on the verge of succumbing to it he heard "I love you, Ford" a long second passed until the words came out of his mouth "I love you too, Stanley."

People could love him for who he was, not for how deserving he could get that affection.

He continued with his eyes on the wide sea remembering the details of his whole life and with that voice that told him that he was still broken. "Ford, the children are calling us!-- Stan shouted on the other side of the Stan O' War II, "Coming!" so he made his way, but not before stopping and turning to see the sea again, with an inhalation of the salty air he whispered, "I don't need you."

"Hurry up, Poindexter or else I'll throw you overboard" the sound of the seagulls, he pushed his glasses higher and resumed his steps. "Greetings children, how are my favorite kids of all dimensions?", "Uncle Ford!".

[projectsekaitakes]

in the nicest way possible no one is forcing you to keep the blog running. if you do not like running it you can delete it. if you do want to keep running iy maybe have a rule about no arguments in the ask box and anything targeted towards other asks gets deleted. also maybe queue the asks to have a set number post a day so its less stressful to try and post all at once. idk suggestions

i know! i enjoy running this blog, i wouldnt just delete it. it gets a bit crazy, which is a given, but it hasn’t even gotten that bad to where i would consider deletion. if you’re talking about my last ask, that was also just a joke!

[all-l-wanna-do]

Six the Musical?

Okay, I haven’t listened to the musical in a bit, but what are some of your favourite headcanons for Katherine Howard(Fifth one, I believe)?

YESSS OMGS SHES THE BEST SHES MY FAVOURITEEEEE HEJSKDKAKDI. AAAH

okay so she goes by kitty and kat with friends and katherine with most other people, nickname privileges are just about the highest honor she can give someone. Anna and Anne call her Kitkat a lot as well.

Shes bisexual with a preference towards girls and the idea of sex repluses her but she's not sure if thats due to asexuality or non worked through trauma

she dresses very preppy with some y2k elements, has a worn pair of pink converse she adores, constantly dyes her hair bubblegum pink and usually wears it in a ponytail or two braids. she hates her hips with a passion and cant wear leggings without a skirt over it because she'll feel nauseous and will get panicked and cry. she also can only have her boobs visible if shes wearing something that accents them. she has a pair of heart earings she wears 50% lf the time and always has a choker on to hide her scar.

she loves doing makeup and coloured eyeliner and sparkles. she often draws hearts on herself and really on anything she can. she always uses waterproof mascara just in case.

she gets phantom pain in her neck along her scar a lot especially when death is mentioned. it gets so bad shes curled up cryimg bc of the pain sometimes.

she loves sweet coffees and hot chocolate and milk chocolate and gets a caramel latte every morning from a small coffee shop. she's constantly caffinated to avoid feeling her massive sleep debt. She usually eats a large dinner and a million snacks throughout the day.

she is a gremlin with playiny games, she is the best mario kart and monopoly player amongst the wueens by far usually because they feel some level of remorse when destroying people. she doesnt. insulting people is her love language and she loves using childish insults like poopface or stupidbutt along with well timed swears.

she loves pop music especially sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, maisie peters, and taylor swift. shes also the largest mysical fan youll ever meet and dreams about being a musical actress but shes terrified she isnt good enough snd never will be no matter how hard she tries. Songs like the band and i and long live make her sob because she wants that so bad it hurts. she dreams of living in nyc or london and thrives in big cities

she can and will bite people for fun

her favourite game is stardew valley especially the early game so she has about a million saves that have made it to spring year 2 and tapered off. she enjoys watching cozy stardew (and similar games like fields of mistria) and minecraft on yt.

her backpack is white with pink hearts on it snd she always carries way too many spare peirod products.

shes always craving cuddles or touch is painful no in between

shes autistic with a special interest in theatre. she also has a lot of vocal stims and masks heavily. shes considering the fact that she may have adhd and also has rsd.

she loves reading fluff fanfic and cries at happy endings and on her birthday. she holds grugdes and is ashamed at herself for doing so. she projects a very confident persona but belives that she's unlovable and that (most) people only love her for her body. she hides her interests from most people because she thinks they dont care about them and theyll move on from her if she does.

her favourite animals are butterflies and hedgehogs and her favourite flower is dandelions.

she sleeps woth three pullows and two blankets and has a pink weighted blanket she uses whemever she's overstimulated

she has a canopy bed with string lights around the top and her floor is covered in a soft pink rug thats always covered in cat hair and she has light pink wallpaper with butterflies on iy and a plushie pile at the foot of her bed

theres more but im tired lol

[thewitcheslibrary]

small bits of info on Turkic deities

Some of these I cant find tons of information on. So im going to compile them all here, I hope this information is useful to some people

Burkut -

She is a knowledgeable, elderly woman who lives in a cave atop a massive mountain someplace at the end of the earth. She rides the winds, causing storms and whirlwinds. Szelanya also has a Slavic counterpart, a nymph with wind power who enjoys generating storms. She lives near hills, mountains, and tall mounds.

In Hungarian and Turkic folklore, she is also described as a feminine fairy-like spirit that dwells in the forest and occasionally in the skies.

Yel ana-

In Turkic mythology, the Yel İye are feminine fairy-like spirits that reside in the forest and occasionally in the skies. They were thought to be the spirits of women who had been frivolous in their lives and were now suspended between the physical world and the afterlife. They are frequently shown as lovely maidens, either nude or clad in shimmering gorgeous white costumes and extraordinary spectacular gowns.

According to legend, removing even one of Yel İyesi's hairs causes her to die or revert to her original form. A human can seize control of a Yel İyesi by taking a portion of her hair. If the hair is burned, the Yel İyesi disappears. The Yel İye's magnificent voices create powerful winds that may carry houses into the air. Despite their feminine appearance, the Yel İye are ferocious warriors. The ground is reported to quake when they fight. They possess healing and prophetic abilities and are occasionally ready to assist humans.

Yel Ana, also known as Cel Ene, is the Turkic and Altai goddess of the wind. Also known as the Goddess of Guidance. She is the female version of Yel Iyesi. The name Yel Ene translates to 'Wind Mother. Szel Anya is known as the "queen of wind" in Hungarian mythology.[1] She's a clever woman. Szélanya (Wind Mother), an ancient woman, controls the wind.

Aisyt-

Ajyyhyt (Aysyt, Ajsyt, or Ajyhyt; Yakut: Айыыһыт) is a deity of the Yakut people from the Lena River area of Siberia. The name means "birthgiver," and she is sometimes referred to as the "mother of cradles."[1] Her full name is Айыыһыт Хотyн, which means "birth-giving nourishing mother".[Citation required] At each baby's birth, Aisyt brings the soul from heaven and registers it in the Golden Book of Fate. She is the daughter of Yer Tanrı.

Ajysyt was in charge of guiding a newborn child's soul to birth and was present at every birth. Women would channel Ajysyt, believing that it would reduce their agony during childbirth.[1] She maintained a gold journal where she chronicled each one. She is claimed to have lived on a mountaintop in a seven-story house,[1] from which she ruled the globe.

Yakut venerate a kind of ajyy (Yakut: Айыы). The principal manifestation, "Njelbey Ajyhyt," is responsible for childbirth. Djøhøgøj Tojon is responsible for horse reproduction, Ihegej Iejehsit for oxen, and Noruluya for dogs and foxes. When referring to the deity responsible for the birth of male animals such as stallions or bulls, the term ajysyt is interpreted to mean masculine. However, when referring to the birth of a mare or cow, the term is feminine.

Su iyesi-

Su Iyesi (Tatar: Сy Иясе or Su İyäse; Chuvash: Шыв Ийҗ; Sakha: Уу Иччи; meaning "water master") is a water spirit in Turkic mythology. It is equivalent to the nymph in Turkic civilizations. The entity is disembodied and intangible, yet it may transform into a female being and become Yer Tanrı's daughter. Sometimes the master of water is represented as a bull.

When angry, it destroys dams, sweeps away water mills, and drowns humans and animals. It takes individuals down to her undersea home to serve her as slaves. In Tatar folk stories, this figure is also known as the Su Anası ("water mother"). In Turkic folklore, it dwells in ponds or rivers. There is no mention of a specific house, and the 'half-sunken log' is not visible. To go about, it rides a log.

Su Iyesi is sometimes linked to dangerous events like floods, storms, shipwrecks, and drownings. In some Turkic folk beliefs, she might be kind or beneficial while simultaneously causing rain. It is thought that some potent Su Iyes, such as Su Dedesi, might induce illness. Water Disease, which he supposedly produced, manifests as watery bubbles in the human body. To get rid of salt, throw it into a river or fountain.

Su Ana ("water mother") is frequently referenced as the feminine equivalent of Su Iyesi. She is described as a nude young woman with a fairy-like face and yellow and long hair, which is generally coated in black fish scales. She has a fish tail and eyes that glow like fire. She generally rides around her river on a partially submerged log, generating loud splashes. Su Anası are believed to be responsible for local drowning incidents. She is the wife of Su Ata. She enjoys beaches and getting out of the water.

Od iyesi-

Od iyesi (Tatar: Ут Иясе or Ut İyäse; Chuvash: Вут Ийҗ; Sakha: Уoт Иччи) is the Turkic and Mongolian spirit or deity of fire. In Turkic languages, Od (or Ot) denotes fire, while Iye is the familiar spirit of any natural asset, literally meaning "master" or "possessor." Od iyesi shields the fire. Od Ana is the Turkish and Mongolian goddess of fire. She is also known as the goddess of marriage. She is the feminine version of Od iyesi. The Altay name Ot Ene translates as "fire mother" (od "fire"; ene "mother"). In Mongolian tradition, she is known as the "Queen of Fire." She was claimed to have been born at the beginning of the world, when the earth and heaven divided, as the daughter of Yer Tanrı.

Some compare her to Umai, the mother deity of Turkic Siberians, who is shown with sixty golden tresses like sun rays. Umai is supposed to have been the same as Ot of the Mongols. Tengri, the main deity, causes three flames to burn in the human spirit, which Od Ana hides and extinguishes on Earth. Today, Turkish people refer to this as "cemre," the fire that descends on Air, Earth, and Water each year.

Od Ata is the Mongolian and Turkic/Altai deity of fire. He is the male version of Od Iyesi. Od Ede translates to 'Fire Father' in the Altay language. He is known as the Od Khan, or "king of fire" in Mongolian tradition. Od Khan (or Odqan) is a fire spirit associated with Mongolian shamanism. He is typically characterised as a red-colored person riding a brown goat. His feminine counterpart is Yalun Eke (Yalın Eke), the 'fire mother' and Kayra's son.

Yer tanri-

Yer Tanrı is an Earth deity in Turkish and Altaic folk belief and mythology, also known as Yertengri or Certenger. It can signify wickedness, humanity, and sensual shapes. It remains in the backdrop, adjacent to the Gök Tengri. It is not often shown in human form. However, it is frequently viewed as a feminine entity. The Earth or World is referred to as "Yertinç / Yerdinç". Tengri is offered a white chicken as a sacrifice. Sometimes fish, lambs, and oxen are sacrificed. Specifically, his head is buried in the earth. In some stories, weak and fragile children are buried by their parents, where they become stronger and emerge as heroic three days later.

Infertile ladies pray to Mother Earth beside a sacred tree. In fairy tales, Mother Earth breastfeeds the heroes once from her right breast and twice from her left breast, giving the heroic enormous power. In Yakut heroic epics, the brave individuals who would be invincible in the future are fragile and helpless as children. Even their parents are unwilling to accept them. After being nourished by the Earth God (Yer Tanrı), these youngsters transform into legendary heroes after being buried in the dirt. This is still the meaning of shaking mad persons into wells in several Anatolian regions.

It is stated that there are no images of the earth deity. They sometimes refer to her as a white-haired woman who lives in the trunk of a great beech tree. The branches of this tree rise up to the sky, which is owned by the spirit who gives people the most beautiful horses as presents.

Yereh Khan is the family god of Turkish and Altaic mythology. The earth is an entity related to the notion of God. Protects the family and house. Because he like onions, a sacrificial vaccination is left for him with the onions. The term shares the same origin as the verb to settle. In Mongolian, yeröh means "wish." It lives in baskets made of tree bark that are placed behind doors.

The baskets built for him are also known as Yereh. Yereh Türkelli is the name given to these baskets that have been passed down seven generations. When young ladies marry, they take their baskets (guardian spirits) with them, and the notion of dowry is most likely founded on this tradition. He is prayed for to be healed of skin disorders. The term shares the same origin as the verb to settle. In Mongolian, yeröh means "wish."

Etugen eke-

Etügen Eke ("Mother Earth"), also known as Itügen or Etügen Ekhe, is an earth deity in Tengrism. She was said to be permanently virginal. "Etugen" refers to a lady and Kayra's daughter. Her name might be derived from Ötüken, an ancient Turkish goddess of fertility and the sacred mountain of the earth Etugen is occasionally paired with a male counterpart named Natigai or Nachigai (Natikai, Natıkay), however this is most likely a mistake due to Etugen's mispronunciation. In legend, Etugen is commonly shown as a young woman riding a grey bull.

Etugen existed in the centre of the universe. The Turkic people saw Etugen as a voluptuous, attractive woman who served as the patroness of the homeland and nature. All living things were subservient to her. As a result, the Turkic people regarded Etugen as the second highest divinity, behind Kök-Tengri. Tengri dominated the fate of individuals and nations, until natural forces gave way to Etugen. Etugen would occasionally punish people for their faults under Tengri's order.

But she was typically regarded as a beneficent Goddess. Every spring, offerings were performed to the goddess Etugen before the cattle-breeding season and agricultural sowing. Sacrifices were also carried out in the fall, once the harvest was over. During the Khaganate period,[8] sacrifices to Etugen were national in scope. They were carried out around rivers and lakeshores. A reddish horse was sacrificed in the name of livestock and crop fertility, as well as general well-being.

Kormos-

Kormos or Kormoz (Tuvan: кормоc; Turkish: Körmöz or Körmös) are Turkic mythological spirits, sometimes known as ghosts or devils. In Turkic languages, "kormos" implies "does not see" or "blind". The term can also denote "mentally ill". Kormoses are wicked spirits from Turkic mythology that live in the underworld. Because a soul may transform into a Kormos after death, they are frequently linked to ancestor spirits. Other names for them include Alban, Chahik, Ozor, and others.

Ülgen commands the Angelic Kormoses, who assist and defend humanity. Erlik commands the demonic Kormoses [also known as "Sokor Körmös" (blind angels)], who frequently inhabit the underworld and attack humanity. The last Kormoses are neither good nor evil, and they walk the Earth in a sad state. Souls transformed into Demonic Kormoses after death can escape the anguish and rise to Uçmag if the good in their core outweighs the evil.

They are all good and malevolent spirits. Körmös Khan is their chief.

Jaiyk-

Jaiyk, also known as Cayık or Jayık Khan, is the deity of rivers in Tengrism. He is a significant deity in traditional beliefs. Jaiyk was originally referred to as Dayık in Altai mythology. He was initially the patron deity of humanity and the son of Kayra, but his religion eventually extended throughout Central Asian tribes. He was the god of rivers, water, and lake water.

Jaiyk is seen as a young guy holding a scourge in his hand. He lives at the confluence of seventeen rivers. Jaiyk possesses all of the power of water and can create storms on the water. If he becomes upset, he creates and causes floods on Earth. Jaiyk commands all of the rivers and lakes. He sends ghosts to every river. Every river or stream has an İye (protective spirit or divinity). The Tengrist conception of the deity appears to connect him with both the destructive and purifying properties of water.

According to old traditions and beliefs, water and rivers are sacred phenomena capable of purifying everything. People used to be required to respect the water in their homes and social settings. A protective spirit (familiar spirit) resides in the sea. If he is furious, he may be dangerous to people. Because of this rude behaviour, the water may go dry. As a result, Tengrist's literature and oral storytelling contain warning tales and stories of disrespect towards water. The Great Law of Genghis Khan (Yassa) prescribes severe punishments for anybody who pollutes water or rivers.

Alaz Kahn-

Alaz is the deity of fire in Turkish mythology. Also known as Alas-Batyr or Alaz Khan. He is a significant divinity in folk beliefs and the son of Kayra.

Alaz Khan is represented as an elderly guy holding a torch in his hand. He resides in Ulugh Od (Turkish: Uluğ Od, "Great Fire"). His garment is formed of flames, and Alaz Khan possesses the power of fire. When Alaz Khan grows enraged, he starts and spreads flames on Earth. Alaz Khan commands all of the hearths and stoves. He distributes spirits to every hearth. Every fire or hearth has an İye, which is a protective spirit or divinity. The Turkic notion of the deity appears to relate him with both the destructive and purifying properties of fire.

According to old Turkic traditions and beliefs, fire is a sacred phenomena that may purify everything, including spirits and souls. People are obligated to respect the fire in their families and social settings. According to popular belief, a protective spirit (familiar spirit) resides within fire. If it was furious, it might cause harm to humanity. Because of this rude behaviour, the fire may be quenched. As a result, Tengrist traditional oral traditions portrayed horrifying stories of disrespect to fire. The Great Law of Genghis Khan (Dead Law) imposed severe punishments on anybody who showed contempt to fire.

Bai Baianai-

Bai Baianai (Old Turkic: 𐰉𐰀𐰖 𐰉𐰀𐰖𐰀𐰣𐰀𐰖) is the Yakut spirit of forests, animals, and the patron of hunters. Hunters kindle fires and hope that their job will be fruitful and without incident. In certain traditions, she guards children. She is considered a lineage protector.

Baianai was the ancient Turkish goddess of animals, riches, and fertility. She was venerated over what is today known as Altai and Sakha. Her name translates as "rich, fertile, and wealthy". She was Kayra's daughter. Baianai, a woods fairy or protective spirit, appears in Turkic-Altaic folklore and mythology. In Central Asia, she's known as Payna. There are three Baianas:

Bai Baianai, the Goddess of Hunting.

Tagh Baianai, the Goddess of Forests.

Ughu Baianai: Goddess of Fisheries

Baianai are frequently represented as ethereal maidens with long, flowing hair and, on occasion, wings. They are frequently clad in free-flowing dresses embellished with feathers that allow them to fly like birds. Baianai is typically depicted as a blonde, tall, slim woman with pale, bright complexion and blazing eyes. Baianais are thought to be extraordinarily attractive ladies with a strong affinity for fire. They have the ability to cause drought, burn a farmer's crops, or cause livestock to die from high fever. It is reported that when a Baianai becomes angry, she transforms into a monster bird capable of hurling fire at her foes.

sorry for the info dump! im gonna do my pantheon posts like this from now on if I cant find a ton of info online about them! - Especially the cultures im not apart of.

[mrmaniac0118]

i was bored so i decided to draw ralsei

i never have drawn deltarune character before

(excpet for rune is morrow)

so i wanted to draw them in my style

i found it fun

i liked doing it :3

and also susie and kris are there

i really like when people draw kris very realistic

i think it suits them and i enjoy iy

i might draw susie another time because

i would like to draw her more tomboyish

and more hunky in physique

i didnt here because i didnt have enough space

and was too lazy

either way i had fun :3

[bigredsweetiepie]

Thoughts about a certain someone🦷pt.1

Unfortunately for Mr. Glenn Jacobs, I think about Isaac Yankem frequently. Like, he is definitely one of my hyper fixations. 😅

I consider myself a scholar of this character and I honestly enjoy the design of Yankem. Due to the way that 90s wrestling and specifically the WWF was doing in '95, its really no surprise that the character tanked in a year. It's sad that he wasn't around for long, but it just wasn't reasonable for him to stick around too much longer after the Jerry Lawler -Brett Hart rivalry. He was a fun addition during that time, and it was camp!

Poor Glenn himself has said it was camp (not in a good way- and I don't blame him). If I was trying to support my family with my passion, and I had to portray a dentist with horrible teeth in the mid 90s, I would be understandably upset as well. I can't help but feel that the WWF was "playing in his face" because why would they put such a horrible gimmick to such a talented BIG man?

However, since his career took off afterwards eventually with Kane, I don't feel like a complete and total jerk liking IY. ( I think it would be a different story if his career died after portraying Yankem, but thankfully Jacobs is hard-working, resilient, and passionate to the point where he gracefully managed the hand he was dealt and succeeded!)

Now, let's talk character design and what I like about him.

Bc I'm a young adult on a Kane-posting tumblr you could imagine that my tastes are not......standard issue. I like deranged characters! Kane is a great, vanilla (ish) version of that. I also can't help but like the crazed doctor trope, something about it is always chef's kiss.

So years ago when I first found Kane and professional wrestling, I was absolutely giddy when I discovered that the man who portrayed him also played a deranged dentist?! Please lord. It was like a two for one special (but I also enjoyed Doomsday, Unabom , and Diesel II so it was like a coupon book).

His entrance music leaves less to be desired, I do enjoy that Jim Johnston included calming elevator music with the drill, but ya know, it is what it is.

Speaking of his entrance, oh my god ? The Yankem grillz on the screen? I think about those frequently . I really can't imagine that in the year '95 that it was edited on, so I imagine that it was a real pair of grillz that WWF made for Jacobs. I can't find anything on them, but they crack me up every time I see them.

Also when IY walks out to the ring he'll say some phrases that are in character. There are two I can make out with my very poor lip reading skills and close listening.

It's time for an extraction.

(Care for your teeth ) you only get one set.

God that is perfect.

Continuing with the entrance themes, when he takes off his dentist smock? help?! He does it so aggressively.😅

I love his attire anyways, especially how he has those long boots under his baggy pants, which were special because most wrestlers had tights on, so the fact he had baggier pants that hid long ass boots underneath is a great surprise ( see when he was tied up by Bret Hart on the turnbuckle). I somehow always expect smaller shoes, but the boots keep going up.🤣I somehow always see them as patent leather dress shoes.

(I kinda want to make an entire post based on his attire bc I love it, so more on that later)

The way he moves in the ring is fantastic. I personally can't tell what Glenn was talking about when he said his matches were horrible. To a non-professional it looks fine. Maybe he was referring to this in a technical manner? I really have no idea. However, one thing I think he excelled whether on purpose or accident was how he moved in the ring. He moved stiff and rushed and rather chaotic, which I think fit a wrestling dentist (No offense Britt Baker!!). In theory if you were a crazed dentist, you wouldn't be graceful, fluid, or pleasing to look at while you were dissecting your patient opponent.

Anyways, I will probably make a part 2 bc that is a lot of dumping....

[clearwillow]

No, not mad guest reviewer whose name I blocked out intentionally. Not mad. Just very sad.

See, I'm sad because this is the first notification that I've gotten on this fic anywhere. For five seconds I was excited because I thought someone finally read it. That someone out there also had wanted to read a ship that has no content for it besides me. And instead I get asked when I'm going to update my other fandom work.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you enjoyed the IY stories enough to ask. I am writing IY still, and I'm trying to find the pace I had before. But this fic you commented on was the first thing I'd written after a deep slump where I wasn't writing at all. I was proud of it. I was excited to share it, because I thought that there might be another person out there that wanted to read it too. Maybe I was wrong about that.

So no, I'm not mad, I'm sad. I am glad it mattered enough to comment, but I wish it was on the IY fic you wanted to read more of.