#like intelligence or craft or their aggression

[kaythefloppa]

I'm not over this bc imagine if in the Chimpanzee and Me, Chris is the one to invent the Chimpanzee Disc for the Creature Power Suit.

[whoistartaglia]

crafting with genshin mem

you can’t tell me neuvillette wouldn’t crochet with you. neuvillette would be all into it, buying you all the yarn and hooks and needles you need. and he’s unsurprisingly good at it; someone that graceful is daft at handling the crochet needle with grace and ease. if you thought you were going to be the one teaching him the basics, you’re unfortunately wrong. though, neuvilette will be fascinated if you teach him new techniques or show him new patterns and projects. crochet nights with neuvillette are relaxing, with both of you working on your own projects, together. do expect him to crochet you a lot of sweaters, scarfs, and hats; even if you protest you don’t even live in a cold climate, he won’t hear a word of it.

zhongli would knit with you. yes, there is a difference between that and crochet. you’ll be working on your own project, and zhongli will immediately be captivated. you don’t even consider yourself terribly talented at knitting, but zhongli’s watching you like you invented the craft yourself. eventually, he’ll ask you to teach him, and it’s cute. zhongli is an attentive student; he’ll listen you carefully and ask intelligent questions as they arise. his projects are questionable at first; you’ll have to reassure him every beginner starts out with random scraps and knots. his face scrunched up in concentration makes you want to laugh during his lessons, but you refrain in case he suspects you’re laughing at the “scarf” he’s trying to create.

you tell childe that you heard making abstract art is a good stress reliever, and you not-so subtly add that he should try it. and because he adores you, childe will almost immediately agree. you expected him to give it his best attempt and maybe get a new painting for your living room; what you didn’t expect was how aggressive the paintings looked. the first one was a collection of reds and oranges, jagged lines and dark streaks; the second was similar, and the third one yet again. you figure childe just as a lot of pent up stress, and hey, isn’t this better than him going out and doing hid who-knows-what with his who-knows-who fatui colleages? this is what you tell yourself as childe proclaims he’s made another painting, as if you don’t already have one for your living room… and every other room in your house.

kaeya would want to paint you. specifically, he would want to use oil paint to really “capture your likeliness on the canvas,” in his own words. kaeya will frown if you laugh at that bold declaration, but he’s persistent and you relent. but on one condition: you get to draw him as well. kaeya agrees, charmed you’d want to do such a thing. so you purchase the paints and canvases and invite him over. the rule is that you can’t look at each other’s paintings until the end of the night. expect flirty eye contact as you both try to paint the other. flowery words from kaeya stating he’ll have to use a bit more red paint since you’re blushing so much. the portraits turn out pretty good for a few hours. kaeya will appreciatively tell you that his portrait looks so handsome, and frown should you tell him it looks “nothing like him.” (it doesn’t, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

scara will blush and malfunction if you find the secret pencil drawings he’s done of you. it’s cute, you reassure him, and you’re honestly a little flattered. he’s your grumpy boyfriend going through his doodles and sketches of you, providing context (but not without grumbling a little bit) about each should you ask. some are of you when you’re not looking, others are from memory. you always asked scara to draw you and he’s always refused, so this was an endearing, touching surprise. please do tease him about this, especially given how much he refused to entertain the idea before this. even if you ask now, there’s a low chance he would specifically draw you, for you; it’s the spontaneous nature of it all that gives the drawings their charm. or, so he says.

bonus scene: if you ask scara to draw him, he will give you a disgusted look follow up by a flat-out nope, no thanks. he won’t entertain any conversation about it. not at all. but… should you “accidentally” doodle him when your mind slips or draw a rough sketch of him, scara will protest against it, then ask you to finish it, give it to him, and keep it forever.

[idwt-money]

I See Through You.

MDNI 18+

3.2k words

Satan!Noah sebastian x Lost soul!Y/n

Christian/Religious themes, Satanic themes, Corruption kink, Mentions of death, Wax play, Oral sex (male and fem rec), Unprotected sex, Squirting, Dirty talk, Mentions of breeding kink

“The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite.”

—

Noah's pov.

Fuck. It should be ME. I'm the fucking king.

—

Third person's pov.

He had been banished from the holy scene. His mind had been corrupted. He was God's favorite. The closest thing to becoming a god he would have ever gotten. Until…

His mind would run amuck at night. After the sun had set on the sacred land, laying in bed with his brethren just rooms away.

Day after day he had gotten sick of bowing down for the divinity. Growing like a disease. Growing and rooting itself deep within his bones, the veins that allowed his suborn blood to flow. Spreading deepest in the soul his God had granted him eternal life with.

Submitting himself to his almighty had become a tiring, weakening agenda. His hunger for power burned deep within his mind.

His position as the anointed cherub no longer satisfied his starvation for authority.

His attempt at dethroning God led him to be thrown, tossed, banished from the pearly gates every mortal soul had prayed to enter.

—

One of his now ex-brethren, bestowed a script to him. Curled together like an ancient pirate's map. On the scroll before him was one final message to the unholy individual from the Lord.

“Oh, my poor Samael. Where had I gone wrong? Pride, greed, envy. For how could you let them engulf your intelligence? To cause such rebellion? You, a lost soul, can no longer hold a position in my holy land.”

As he finished the script, he felt his soul burn and shrivel into complete nothingness. Nothing but a black void leaving him falling out of the sacred heaven he yearned to be the king of.

Falling through each layer of the Earth, he could feel his skin burning and aching as he did so. He landed in an unbeknownst hole, passing out on impact with rubble and dust falling upon him. On that cursed day, the eternal fire was born.

—

If you are cast out, what's your next move going to be? Will you return cold? Or will you turn up the heat?

Last thing I sold them, had been my dignity. But, the truth is the devil sold his soul to me.

To me.

To ME.

—

Noah's pov.

I had awoken in a displaced land. A funnel shaped cavern. Aggression and insanity ran cold through my veins. An inferno I was placed in.

If I wouldn't have an opportunity to rule the heavenly kingdom, I shall make my own. For lost souls, for sinners and those of who act upon blasphemy. For those who will not succumb to God. I will be the king of the mountain of purgatory.

For I will create a kingdom, not as its jailer, but as its healer. I will heal every soul that is not worthy of being in heaven. I will create an army, one so powerful that it can take down God and his disciples.

—

Third person's pov.

Noah, as he had renamed himself, had spent years stacked upon years building and crafting his domain. A safe place to heal broken souls that were undeserving of heaven.

He had now accumulated centuries worth of individuals who lost their spot in the promised land. They were all dependent on him as their ruler, their king.

He had rediscovered himself. He no longer was a spirit of God, rather the opposite.

He no longer had soft, white, pure feathered wings. Instead his back was adorned with a set of deep black wings. They were covered with coarse fur, rough to the touch. His once dark honey colored eyes were now pitch black. He had grown fangs that looked perfect to sink into a soft, flawless neck.

He had all he could ever imagine…except a love to sit beside his throne, to rule his domain with him.

His heart desired and thirsted for a true love. Although he had millions of souls in his kingdom, he hadn't met a single one that could give him what he needed.

They were all too much like him. He wanted someone he had coax upon him. Someone he could play a game with.

He hadn't taken a leave of absence since the day he decided to create his own space. Maybe it was time to change that. A trip to the mortal world.

—

Y/n's pov.

I sat upon a bench in the midst of a forest, taking in a deep breath of the midnight cool air. I had no place to go.

Parts of my soul, broken and seemingly unfixable. I was cursed to spend my days roaming the Earth as nothing but lonesome in my own purgatory. I would spend my day and night praying, atoning for my sins. Seemingly little, insignificant sins to anyone else were the reason I was stuck in this temporary state.

My Lord had promised if I could atone for my sins, I would be allowed into the promised land. I wanted nothing more, but my Earthborn body had long turned to dust, my hope slowly diminishing.

—

If God came down from his kingdom, he came down from his throne and we asked him if he'd take us back, he would surely tell us no.

We live and die in vain like treasure on a sinking ship. All in the name of a God we'd just abandoned and forget.

—

Third person's pov.

He had his eyes set on her. A lost soul, set in purgatory. Oh, how easy it would be to convince her to bestow her gift upon him.

She seemed perfect. Her skin having a soft glow to it. He knew if an Earth bound body could see her, they too would fall in love with the sight. Her glow gave off as a blue-ish tone, telling him all he needed to know.

As he moved through the trees, he watched as her panic became prominent.

“No one knows I'm here…unless?”

A small glimmer of hope shone through her sadness at the idea that her Lord had finally decided she was able to step foot into the holy divinity.

Her blood ran cold as a jagged finger ran across her skin.

She was so soft, the panic in her eyes set his body on flames. Her pure mind was one he could imagine 100 different ways to ruin.

—

Noah's pov.

“What are you doing out here by yourself, angel?” My voice came out rough and coarse, while hers was much flowy, softer than mine could ever be.

I took a stand of her hair, taking in her delicious scent.

“Wh-wha-! Who are you!?” Her chest was rising and falling like a scared little bunny, her eyes darting back and forth across my features.

“I know you've heard of me. The Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Lord of Flies, The Antichrist. Baby, I'm you're one and only-” I was cut off, her screech throwing her into a fit of madness.

“THE DEVIL!?” Her cry must have been heard for miles, to any other lost soul or angel that was Earthbound at the moment.

I pulled her to my chest, covering her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up. I'm here to make a deal.”

A deal with the Devil.

“I see through you, angel. I know exactly what you are. A lost soul, hoping to atone for your sins. Am I close?” I spoke my words slowly and calmly, not needing a miscommunication.

Her head weakly nodded against my heaving chest.

“I'm going to take my hand away, and you're going to let me talk. Do you understand?”

Another nod was given.

Removing my hand oh so cautiously, I let her sit back down, holding my finger up to my mouth, indicating she needed to be quiet.

“He won't let you in there, baby.”

“You don't know that.” Her words flew out of her mouth, cold and harsh.

“Oh, but I do.” My index finger softly gliding down her cheek. She must have been previously crying.

“I was his favorite, you know? I had more power than any other angel. I was second below God himself.” My hands now placed behind my back as I paced back and forth. I didn't miss the way she watched me like a hawk.

“I wanted more. I needed more. He was far too greedy. He casted me out, sending me falling through Earth's layers, down into the deepest parts of the plane. His sacred, holy land was too much to bear. So, I created my own. My own kingdom.” I watched the starry night sky, all the stars twinkling as I explained my story.

Looking down at her, her face was painted with many emotions. Confusion, anger. I smirked to myself, knowing I had her questioning the almighty spirit.

“B-but God is…is good. He's purity and kindness.”

I scoffed.

“Come with me, my sweet angel. Rule with me. You will have power and you can be your own divinity. I can give you everything he could and more.” I whispered the last part into her ear, letting myself smile against her skin.

“Why…why are you beautiful? I thought-”

“Thought I was red? With horns and an outdated tail?” My eyebrows furrowed together as I spoke.

—

I see through you, I know what you are. I see the devil more than I see God.

—

Y/n's pov.

He was beautiful. Gorgeously put together, with a black suit, dress shoes and tattoos staining his skin. He was so enticing.

My head was dizzy and I could feel my core slowly weakening. This was absolute insanity.

I had no idea why I felt the need to say yes to his offer. His words were smooth like fresh honey floating through my ears.

Although tempting, I had to be strong. He could be lying. I had read the bible 5 times before passing to know this is what he does.

He's seducing, he tempts your faith, your religion. He gets in your head. He tempts you with bad decisions. He had powers beyond man. He was the reason Eve sunk her teeth into the forbidden fruit. He was the snake that left hissing in your ears after you had committed a sin.

“Come with me, I can make all your dreams come true, little one. I can make you belong.”

Belong? Your soul ached and yearned to belong somewhere.

“You can give in to your sins, free of guilt. Free of shame. No worries of fear of punishment.” He made a tempting debate.

Is this what you wanted for yourself?

“He'll leave you alone, you won't see him like you'll see me. Is that what you would like? He'll send messengers to talk through. You won't catch even a glimpse of him.”

I couldn't stand the thought. My mouth spoke before my brain could speak.

“Okay. I'll come with you.”

—

Third person's pov.

A sinister smile spread across his lips.

“This will hurt a little.” He muttered as he tilted her head to the side. He sunk his teeth into her neck, covering her mouth as to muffle her cries. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt their minds morphing into one.

Giving her a mark. A mark to tell everyone how easily he had corrupted her mind. How she was now his.

Noah pulled away, licking away the blood that resided on his lips.

As for Y/n, she felt her body burn hot. Aching pain spread through her body, her soft blue glow now turning orange.

She watched as he cleaned up the mess, licking the blood away on her neck.

“Oh, my sweet angel. You've made the right decision.”

—

As the pair now made their way into the kingdom, innumerable souls congratulated their king on his new found love.

They soon after found themselves in the Devil's bedroom. She hadn't taken Satan for one to sleep much.

“It isn't for sleeping, I promise that, baby.” He chuckled at his own comment.

As soon as she took a spot on the bed, covered in soft, red sheets, he was attacking her lips.

—

Y/n's pov.

You weren't complaining. He had promised you an eternal life, free of guilt. What would be the point in worrying about it now.

You let his lips venture your body, his fangs gliding across your skin every once in a while.

He had started leaving purple marks across your neck, close to the freshly marked wound he had given you previously. A way to say you were his.

“Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm going to corrupt your precious little mind. Fill it full with sinful thoughts about me.”

He took your hand, moving it down his shirt, down to where his cock was painfully straining against his pants.

It caused you to ache beneath your own. Your mind went dizzy with the thought of him. He was gorgeous and was about to give you everything you could ever want.

You had taken some initiative and unzipped his pants while he took his tie off, throwing it somewhere unbeknownst to you. He undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt and you, quite frankly, gawked over his body.

He was toned. He had tattoos littering his skin everywhere. His dark eyes watched as you took a long once over of his body.

“Fuck, you're beautiful. Truly.” Your words were quiet, seemingly scared that God would somehow hear or see the activities the two of you were getting up to.

“As are you. You'll be perfect at my side. For the rest of forever.” His hand caressed your face. He did truly find you breathtaking.

Your big doe eyes were something he could find himself staring into forever.

You were now something the holy trinity could never take away from him.

You pulled his pants down, causing his cock to be set free. Something roared in you.

You licked your lips before devouring him.

You swallowed his cock, slowly taking more each time your head bobbed up and down. Soon, he was reaching the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him.

His hands were placed at either side of your hand, using it as leverage to fuck into your throat. You took it so well that he could lose himself in your touch. The way your arms were wrapped around his thighs, helping him go deeper into your throat made him weak and want to crumble.

You felt your cunt wetten for him. The sight of his hair falling out of place and his chest heaving through your teary eyes made you need him. You wanted him to enter your temple and destroy it.

His thrusts became sloppy, faltering here and there. You pulled away from his cock, muttering filthy sins as you stroked him.

“Let me taste you. Give it to me, baby.”

You were forced down onto him once more as he let his seed spray down your throat. Letting it coat your insides felt like bliss.

It was mere seconds before he led you to lay on your back. His hands were clawing and scraping against you, in such need and hurry to remove you of your clothes.

The second your panties hit the floor Noah was nose deep in your pussy, taking in your taste and smell.

Your eyes rolled back as your mouth was left gaped. A hand flew into his hair, pulling and tugging at it, causing his once perfect hair to now be disheveled.

“Oh- oh fuck-” You gasped as he licked and slurped along your clit. No man had ever pleased you as Noah was right now.

He wasn't a man. He was a fucking demon.

His middle and ring finger slid across your wetness before plunging into you.

Something in Noah felt like this is what he had been waiting for. This is what he was made for. He was made for you.

His fingers quickly found the right way to please you. The calloused pads of his fingers rubbing the right spot.

You bit your bottom lip and he somehow knew you were close to toppling over the edge.

“Do it. Let yourself go. Let yourself be mine.” His voice came out as a growl against your cunt as his fingers quickened.

“No- I can't I'm gonna-” You couldn't finish your sentence before your orgasm took over your mind.

Your orgasm left a mess everywhere. You hadn't known until you heard the wet sloshes against Noah's palm.

“Oh my- I've never done that before. How-how did you…?”

“Done what? Squirt? Fuck, angel. I'm Satan himself. Did you doubt me?” He had an shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Shut the hell up and fuck me.” Something took over you, all you could think about was his cock ramming into you. Destroying every thought you'd ever had of God and those “precious” pearly white gates.

“Look at you, mere moments ago you were trembling with fear. Now you're begging for my fucking cock.” He chuckled and crawled up your body, kissing and licking at your skin.

It didn't take long for him to position your legs over his shoulders, feeling his cock stretch you out as he entered you.

“Your body is a temple. And I'm here to fucking destroy it. I'm here to get in your pretty little head. Corrupt those holy thoughts with distasteful, nasty, sinful thoughts.” His words were venom digging into your brain, making your mind their home.

His thrusts were becoming faster, now that your pussy had gotten used to his size.

He had grabbed a candle that was permanently lit by his bed and watched the wax drip onto your skin. You hissed as each droplet made its spot on your skin.

Slowly but surely, Noah had made an upside down cross upon your stomach. You couldn't care for the dull burn the wax drips had left as they dried.

You could feel Noah's cock pushing its way into your fucking stomach. He was so inhumanly big, you almost forgot where you were and who you were getting fucked by.

Once the wax had set, you pulled Noah into you, clawing your nails deep into his skin. He growled over the feeling of your nails making dents so deep into his immoral skin.

Before you knew it, Noah's shoulders were bleeding and you were both merging into one.

“Noah, please, please harder!” Your words were barely decipherable as your second orgasm was approaching.

“Now. Give it to me now.” His words were enough to send you into a spiral.

As you had your own orgasm, Noah shot hot strings of seed deep into your womb.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna put a baby here one day.” Noah said as he rubbed your stomach.

He took the blood from his bruised shoulder onto his thumb, placing it onto your tongue.

"Forever, we are one."

He finally had a respective queen to be by his side for the rest of eternity.

—

Woke up in the light convinced my life had made it to its end. Burning up beneath the sun, while my father drained of blood.

If he's there, I've got a message for the man that's up above.

Fuck. You.

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[skeletwinsauaskbox]

Papyrus Mono Asterisk

7 ATK 3 DEF

Likes to say, "Nyeh heh heh!"

Multiverse Nickname: Presto

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual/Aromantic/Aroace

Age: 19

Height: 5'6" (and a quarter)

Skeleton Subtype: Script

Font: Papyrus

Case: Uppercaser

Family: Sans

Debut: Chapter 1 (A Cold Reception)

Personality:

Enthusiastic

Energetic

Overly confident

Kind

Witty

Sarcastic

Persistent

Resilient

Optimistic

Open-minded

Cares to the absolute extreme

Protective

Determined

Brave

Bold

Emotional

Creative

Self-centred (but not in a mean-spirited way)

Stubborn

Somewhat aggressive

Short-tempered

Arrogant

Secretly insecure

Naïve

Magic Abilities:

Bone attacks (white and blue)

Gaster Blasters

Blue magic (can control gravity)

Limited access to the void (can see through it, can dive in and out of it for a short period of time etc)

Cartoon Logic

Flight

Giant bone spear

Reality Warping

Musical Number Activation

Weird hands...

Skills:

Engineering (loves to create puzzles)

Puzzle solving

Arts and Crafts (drawing, painting, sculpting etc.)

Limited people skills (is good at manipulation and tricking people)

Athleticism (despite his clumsiness)

Strength (not as strong as Undyne, but he can lift a lot)

Battling and sparring

Observation skills (less pronounced, but it's there)

High emotional intelligence

Cooking(???)

Likes:

Adventure!

Puzzles

Banter

Magic

Music

Fighting

Cooking spaghetti (comes later)

Social media

Trends

Oatmeal

Milkshakes

Friendship

Hugs

Art

Japes

Video games

Puns (yes, even Sans', he just doesn't want him to know that)

Receiving gifts

Seeing his brother happy

Santa

Dislikes:

Grease

Hotland

Getting made fun of

Loneliness

Sleep

Sans getting hurt

People who don't even try to be good people, even after he gave him guidance (looking at you, Jerry!)

Dogs (somewhat)

Having his bone attacks stolen

Ruining childhoods

Being restricted

Strong smells

Fizzy drinks

Fears:

Bugs

Disappointing Sans

Being alone

Places that are too quiet

Being forgotten

Fun Facts:

He's a talented artist. His talents include painting, drawing, and sculpting.

He has a social media account and regularly "checks up on potential friends". Like Alphys, for example. It makes her skeptical.

Will rave about whatever he's interested in at the time, mainly puzzles.

He doesn't like sleeping and will only take naps. Even then, his dreams aren't particularly pleasant.

He is fully aware that he is a goofball, and loves being one! On the other side of the coin, though, he's painfully aware of how friendless he is. His main goal in life is to make friends and be a good example to people.

He has had many phases when he was younger! A superhero phase, a cowboy phase, a gothic skateboarder phase.

He's terrible at skateboarding.

He's very good at keeping track of his surroundings, but he's also very, very clumsy. Chances are he'll fall down the stairs about 33.5% of the time.

A lot of the clothes he wears are either modified by him or created by Sans. He cherishes all of Sans' gifts.

His scarf was actually made by Sans when they were kids. He's been either wearing it or carrying it around ever since. That's why it's so tattered. It's due for another repair soon.

He has a weird thing going on with his hands, which is why he almost always wears gloves.

Somehow, he's so good at suppressing bad memories that he genuinely gave himself amnesia. As a result, huge chunks of his childhood are missing from his memory.

On the autism spectrum. Isn't aware of it. He doesn't know whether he'd be better off knowing or not, really.

[cupsoupenjoyer003]

[Perhaps last OC drop from "We Happy Few" Franchise. JUST FOR BALANCE WE NEED OLD MAN. The basic of him are:

>Name Dima Lionhem. His original surname was replaced in his passport so he sound more British for propaganda purposes.

>Russian but speaks English on professional level. He is passionate about his former culture but doesn't pledge loyalty to his old country.

>Formerly field medic during war. Now passively works as licensed doctor. He tends to often more wealthy citizens of the city but he doesn't have his own clinic- so hes going to people houses for checkups. He refuses to work at joy facility and avoids other doctors claiming they're very amateur and psychedelic to properly conduct helping patients.

>Can consume joy but it has no effect on him. Doctor Dima was one to help revolutionize wear of "masks" and in darkest times of his career he was conducting facial surgery experiments to keep people "contantly" smiling. Later he focused on working over masks finding effect of joy to be too experimental.

>Slightly slow due to his age but physically strong, durable and incredibly intelligent.

>Most people including bobbies and old veternans pay no mind to him when hes off his joy. Only weastrels are more aggressive towards him and will attack him immidately on the spot. He has umbrella that has quite a damage. And he can crack most of chests and picklocks. He is not fan of technology. He can craft himself medicine on the go and object like alcohol heal him granting him short perk "cant put that bear down" with grands him short resistance to every damage. Alcohol and joy has no negative effect on him.

>Serves as NPC. I felt like adding him would give more variety of foregin characters to the mix and expand worldbuilding of the game. Doctor is willing to heal player for free upon being stumbled upon. He is cold and aloof man but man with principle that shows some regret for his past actions as a man and especially doctor. He is nostalgic to his culture but he's great fan of new age musicians and interested in fashion changes. He has high dislikings for other war veterans often bickering with them. Thats in short!]

[thesirencult]

PAC READING: YOUR DIVINE FEMININE'S AURA

Discussing your feminine's general aura and characteristics. Friendly for both men and girls/theys who like girls. You can also pick it to see how your aura is as a feminine ❤️

Book your reading by sending me a private message xoxo S.

Pile 1

7 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, 10 of swords

Your DF has the aura of a sweet herbal witch. She lives in her little cabin in the woods and like a fairy she works on perfecting her craft. Greens and purples look great on her.

This is a slow and steady energy. This is someone who loves taking their time. She loves learning and implementing her skills. Making coffee becomes a daily ritual and same goes as washing the dishes.

Her attention to detail is immaculate and that can drive you crazy sometimes but you know that with all that good comes some bad. Very well presented, you can take her anywhere and all eyes will be on her. Very earthy, stable and focused on building a foundation for all things practical before she jumps onto commitment.

Her steady "working on myself" attitude stems from getting backstabbed one too many times. She knows that she has to build herself up and after that all her dreams will manifest. She is into self development and may love going through that tag on Tumblr. She may even be a blogger herself.

She is investing in herself and doesn't shy away from learning about accounting or law. Nothing will stand on her way to that cute fairy cottage *aggressive cute walk* 😉.

Pile 2

9 of pentacles, queen of swords, the magician

Whoever has this DF as a counterpart or has that aura, WOW. Miss Independent. A handful. We love seeing that *sprinkle, sprinkle* here. CEO. That's C-Suite energy!

This woman is someone powerful and dominant. Like a race horse you will always bet on because you KNOW, it will always come first 😉 (pun intended). She works very very hard for what she wants and similar to pile 1 she can be in accounting, finance and law. Good with numbers and her hands. I bet she has a dirty sense of humour.

From the first moment you see her you will know she is the real deal. Others blend in the background while she power walks in the room. Penetrating stare and red bottom high heels, her allure is different. She doesn't have to show dominance, others feel that she is the boss. Mami energy. Ferocious when someone comes for her loved ones. She could even be in law enforcement.

Red and brown. Symbolising high energy that's still grounded and serious. Do not cross her.

Pile 3

King Of Swords, Knight Of Wands, Ace Of Swords

Now, this one? A handful ! Try to tie her down. You just can't. A brat.

This person is very fluid. They don't care about terms and conditions. They are highly intelligent and her mind walks a thin line between spirituality and logic. The most unconventional, they will find a solution no one sees yet it's right in front of them. Highly intellectual and well versed in philosophy and math.

This reminds of a movie with James Franco where he played a start up founder who was into spirituality. A crazy genius. A party is a party and they will be there.

Partying in Ibiza? They've done that. Phuket for a Muay Thai Camp? That did that last year! Eiffel tower to try a croissant with pistachio filling? They just got back yesterday and guess what? They hate pistachios.

This person is the type to run a start up company focused on clean energy and when shit hits the fun they will call an astrologer and ask for recommendations. They respect everyone. They will listen to your mom and dad when they talk about their days and take mental notes of great ideas. They know great ideas come from the most unconventional places and fields.

Pile 4

Page Of Cups, Page Of Swords, The Fool (5 Of Swords + 8 Of Swords + 5 Of Pentacles flew out)

This can be my age difference pile. They will run you to the ground lol.

This is someone with lots of mental capacity. You ask them about World War II and they will tell you how Nazis and Churchill used astrology and why the war happened and after 5 hours you will be listening to them about Ancient Mesopotamia. "How did we get here?" You will think.

Well, it doesn't matter cause you love listening to their voice and their warm heartfelt laugh. They look innocent and pure and even if they try to intimidate you you will let them think they can but in reality they look like a cinnamon roll and they are a cinnamon roll. Their life was not the best and they have lots of trust issues. They may look innocent but their eyes hide a painful past. Like a kitten thrown out and left out in the cold they feel lost and unappreciated.

You listening to them means the world and you will be shocked at how appreciative they are and how loving with you. They are very romantic and they may have great expectations and daydreams about their love life.

I get that you might start off as friends and meet in a very random way on a daily run or while getting groceries or a tire changed. You will immediately fall in love with them and they will seem like they don't suspect a thing. Let me tell you, they know, they are just too scared to show their feelings and until you grab them and kiss em you won't know how much passion is brewing underneath this innocent and clever facade. They might turn into pile number 2 in a few years lol.

Ready for everything, you will always be a warm embrace and their home when they come back from exploration. You will love how they yawn while reading a book and how they stretch when they wake up showing revealing their tummy. They are cute to you, even if everyone else sees them differently, that's how you view them. They might be a black mysterious cat but you think of them as a tired little kitten waiting for a safe home that will accept them as they are.

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A small detail but I just wanna say I LOVE your food worldbuilding in your fic! I get so hungry reading about the dishes 😭 was there any inspiration behind your thoguts on Zaun crusine or any other fun lore? I was also wondering if you had thoughts on Piltover crusine and how that compares to Zaun.

Thank you so much<3

I actually have a Foodboard on Pinterest for Zaun's decadences and delicacies!

Re: Zaun and Piltover's food-canons...

I'm basing Zaun on a hodgepodge of multicultural meccas like New York, Mexico City, Mumbai, Rio, Tokyo, Seoul, Istanbul, etc. Lots of different histories converging to form a diverse street-food scene where folks eat on-the-go. Given the Fissures began as a mining town, the fare is heavy on greasy proteins and starchy staples to keep the average worker on his feet. At the same time, owing to their proximity to the riverside, Fissurefolk have a taste for the ocean, too.

The end result is a very subterranean and industrial city that's very, very proud of its culinary heritage, even if the "cuisine" itself isn't exactly pretty or refined. There's a certain "ghetto hustle" to it, with scraps taken from wherever it's available, and improvised into something distinctly its own. Plenty of emphasis on cheap shellfish, squid, octopus, shrimp, clams, etc, as they're a hardier food source that can be found in great quantities downriver.

There's also a lack of sunlight, fertile soil, and fresh greens in Zaun. So much of what's grown organically Down-Low is the more straightforward variety of root vegetables, ranging from potatoes, rhizomes, yams, lotus, yucca, sweet potatoes etc. There's also lots of cellars with candle-lit rhubarb, and a very eclectic range of mushroom gardens.

As for meat:

The Deadlands, which are more of a 'wild west' type terrain in the FnF verse, sport a hardy ecosystem of cave-dwelling, marsupial-like creatures I've dubbed Sump-voles. They're furred, and the size of a medium-large housecat. They're extremely agile and intelligent, and able to survive off the sparse vegetation. They're the primary source of food for the folks of the Deadlands.

There's also sump-boars: bristly, foul-tempered, and omnivorous. A bit like wild boar, but larger and more aggressive. Their meat, while rather gamey, is a source of rich protein, and often cured and smoked, or served as a roast during the Equinox Feast as a 'last supper', a chance to indulge in some fatty, delicious pork before the dark winter months of austerity. Their hides are also a valuable commodity and can be tanned and used to craft clothing, their bones ground into powder for fertilizer, and their tusks fashioned into weapons, jewelry, etc.

In Zaun proper, the primary source of meat are sump-rats. For the chem-barons, they are raised in massive, hydroponic-like farms that cultivate the creatures on an industrial scale. For the poor, they're either the unfortunate victims of homesprung traps or the prey of the many, many feral cat colonies. The cats in Zaun are extremely large and muscular, bred to be fierce. They're often mutated and have been spliced with a range of different DNA, from gen-0 to gen-X.

There's no real 'normal' cat, dog, or bird in Zaun; it's a land where everything is a mutant owing to the chemical radiation that pervades every single facet of life, to say nothing of its ambitious history of genetic manipulation.

That goes ditto for the bugs.

Necessity breeds creativity, and Zaun's not averse to a little entomophagy. In fact, the more common, and less-fetishized, way to get one's protein is through the consumption of locusts, beetles, dragonflies etc. These are a mainstay, and you'll see them sold on every corner. They're generally fried, and have a very similar crunch to a fried cricket. There's also cave-wasps: nasty buggers who build their hives in the caverns, and have a sweet, honey-like substance inside their abdomen. It's considered a delicacy, and a luxury item.

The cave-wasps are also a rare species that actually produce honey (similar to the B. Mellifica, or Mexican Honey Wasp) and the honey they store, though it has a much thicker, gel-like consistency, is prized as a source of hydration and energy.

It's also a nifty hallucinogen, and can be mixed into ales, beers, and ciders.

In terms of fixings and flavorings: Zaun is an underground city. That means staples like sugar and spice are at a premium, and either imported from the harbor, or smuggled from Topside. However, Fissurefolk understand the importance of boosting their immunity with the right nutrients, and have a keen interest in herbal remedies. There's a strong apothecary culture in Zaun, ranging from quacks to savants. You'll see plenty of peddlers selling the dried mushrooms, roots, leaves, and other fungi, all of which can be boiled into a tea, or steeped to make a broth.

Two homegrown minerals Zaun prides itself on are its salt deposits and its volcanic rock. Both are extremely potent, and have sparked a range of industries from salt-curing to cosmetic masks. The rock salts are a rich source of iodine, and used to clean wounds. The volcanic rock has a high level of iron, and is ground into powder and mixed into broths to prevent anemia and boost blood flow. There's also a thriving industry for beauty products in Zaun. Because of the constant, humid air that lingers beneath the surface, it's common for folks to break out into acne, boils, or other rashes. The rock salts are a good exfoliant and antiseptic.

Jinx, for instance, has an entire apothecary's chest worth of creams, gels, and tonics she applies whenever she feels a breakout coming on. She's also not above mixing her own blemish cream out of a blend of rock salt, crushed-up coral, and a few drops of oil squeezed from a luminous jellyfish.

Silco, similarly, uses a combination of salt water and crushed-up volcanic rock to exfoliate the calluses on his palms and heels, and soaks once a week in a warm bath of rock salt, mineral oils, and medicinal Shimmer. He swears by the concoction, and considers it the secret to keeping his joints well-lubricated and his reflexes in fighting trim for running from stray bullets.

And Jinx's occasional tantrum-prone grenade.

The Zaunite diet is also very heavy on pickling. It's an excellent way to preserve foods, and a great source of vitamins. Their choices run the gamut from sour pickled cabbage to spicy, chili-garlic fermented fish to lime-spiked octopus. Pickling is a necessity. And, because there's not enough space for farms, livestock, or pasture land, a lot of the food in Zaun is preserved via canning and jar-making. There's a robust canning industry, and a very well-developed glass-blowing and masonry business, lauded for its innovative shapes and designs.

Finally, there's the beverages.

Zaun has a strong history of drinks, from fizzy, chemically-colored sodas to a wide variety of spirits. There's an emphasis on teas, tisanes, and coffees, as the underground water can't be fully filtered, and isn't exactly the cleanest. A cup of hot tea with some lemon and honey is an effective way to keep one's immune system up and running. Zaun is also famous (re: notorious) for coffee that's guaranteed to jolt you wide-awake after a nasty hangover. Their most famous brew is the Wake-Up Call, which is a mix of ground coffee beans, ground cacao beans, ground guarana seeds, a touch of cinnamon, and a dash of powdered cayenne pepper.

It's not for the faint of heart.

The most popular non-alcoholic drink in Zaun is cherry soda, which is basically a cross between Coca-Cola and cherry Dr. Pepper, but brewed with a mixture of fruits, berries, and a healthy dose of cave-wasp honey and citric acid. It's fizzy, and tastes amazing. It's also extremely cheap, owing to the fact that a lot of the fruits and berries are foraged from the caverns, and the honey is, well, free-range.

In terms of alcohol, there's a huge emphasis on beer, wine, and ale, owing to the fact that these can easily be canned and fermented, and can last for long periods of time without refrigeration. Potato beer is an extremely common, and easy-to-consume source of calories. It's light-bodied, and low-alcohol, with a range of styles, from pale-ale, amber, and dark. There's also a huge emphasis on hops and malted barley, as these are cheap to acquire, and readily available belowground.

Zaun's signature drink is made via fermented cavernfruit. It's very hoppy, fruity, and acidic. It's got a high alcohol content and is a great thirst-quencher. Then there's Devilfruit: a deep red liquor made from a blend of various berries, and a texture and viscosity similar to cherry liqueur. It's usually enjoyed neat, but can be mixed with a splash of mineral water, or served over crushed ice. There's also drinks fermented from unusual ingredients such as mushrooms and fungus. One, known as Dungeon's Kiss, is a cloudy, milky white ale made from the sap of a cave-dwelling species of mushroom. It's extremely thick, the color of a pumpkin spice latte, and guaranteed to get you hammered in five sips.

Zaun's drinks are all brewed, bottled, and served locally. They're a point of pride, and a great way for families to earn their fortune. It's a fiercely competitive industry, and there's a lot of inter-clan rivalry.

In the FnF universe, I imagine Piltover has a very different diet than Zaun, given its bucolic setting, proximity to the sea, and the fresh produce, dairy, and livestock they import from all four corners of Runeterra. The food culture is diverse and beautifully artisanal.

There's a bustling farmer's market, lots of bakeries and cheese shops, and plenty of emphasis on freshness, seasonality, and regionalism. There's also a strong tradition of wineries, distilleries, and breweries. As a city of commerce, they also have a robust, and thriving, shipping and distribution industry.

All of this reflects a more rigid hierarchy of social classes that is more centered on the "white plate" aesthetic. It's all high-quality and extremely nutritious, but it's also very…bland and uniform. In Piltover, there's little to no street food culture, and there's a general disdain for the sort of messy, greasy pap that's associated with Zaun. You don't eat with your hands; you use utensils. You don't slurp, slop, or smack your lips.

And you certainly don't lick the sauce off your fingers.

In Piltover, there are very clear rules about dining etiquette, and the "food world" is just another part of the culture around class distinction, refinement, and propriety. However, the rigidity and regimented nature of their meals can be very stifling, especially when compared to the raucous and rollicking culinary culture of Zaun. It's therefore not uncommon for Piltovans to sneak off Down-Low, roll up their sleeves, and enjoy a bit of greasy, sticky-fingered fun.

Most consider it a calorie-loaded, guilt-free "cheat day."

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Life: Shidou Ryusei's existence is enmeshed in an oscillating cycle of self-exaltation and irreverent defiance. He emerged from the shadows of a broken and tumultuous childhood, which cultivated in him a profound sense of superiority and disregard for conventional norms. His formative years were filled with a tempest of emotional volatility, which planted the seeds of his burgeoning arrogance and obsessive need for dominance. This early experience contributed to the cultivation of an egocentric worldview, manifesting itself most prominently in his insatiable hunger for validation through his athletic prowess, particularly on the soccer field. His rise to prominence within the Blue Lock facility represents a dramatic manifestation of his singular ambition to become the apex of forward players.

Personality: Shidou’s personality can be described as a volatile amalgamation of narcissism, aggression, and unrestrained arrogance. He exhibits a persistent desire to assert his dominance over those around him, often relegating others to mere instruments for his own personal validation. His behavior is frequently characterized by an unyielding confidence bordering on hubris, which he wields as both a shield and a weapon to manipulate the environment around him. Beneath the veneer of his charismatic and intimidating exterior lies a psychologically fragmented individual, constantly in pursuit of affirmation and superiority. This relentless drive often manifests as callousness and a tendency to incite confrontation, both physical and psychological. His actions and words reflect a belief in his innate superiority, viewing those who dare challenge him as obstacles to be obliterated.

Birth: Shidou’s birth is not widely documented, but given the context of his character and narrative arc, one might infer that his early years were marred by adversity. His birthplace and familial background likely contributed to the psychological and emotional upheaval that would eventually shape his future. Born in an environment devoid of unconditional support, it is not inconceivable that he developed a deep-seated resentment toward those around him. This feeling of abandonment, real or perceived, could explain the competitive, almost predatory instincts that govern his interactions. The isolation from a nurturing influence early in life fueled his obsession with asserting control, leading to his eventual role in the Blue Lock program.

Intelligence: Shidou’s intellectual acumen is best understood through the lens of his strategic manipulation and sharp instincts on the field. While not particularly noted for traditional academic prowess, his intelligence lies in his acute awareness of his surroundings and the psychological dynamics at play within the Blue Lock facility. He is an exceptional tactician, able to read the motivations and weaknesses of his competitors with startling precision. His intelligence is less analytical and more intuitive, grounded in his ability to quickly assess situations and capitalize on the inherent vulnerabilities of others. This makes him a formidable opponent, as his mind is in a constant state of calculation, anticipating and adapting to the actions of those around him.

Psychology: Shidou’s psychological profile reveals a deeply conflicted and insecure individual. Beneath his aggressive and domineering demeanor, there lies a profound fear of inadequacy, rooted in his past experiences. His need for supremacy and attention is a defense mechanism against the underlying insecurity that he harbors about his self-worth. This fear is exacerbated by a pervasive sense of isolation, which he disguises by crafting an image of self-reliance and invincibility. He engages in constant mental warfare, both with himself and others, in an effort to validate his existence. Shidou’s psyche is heavily influenced by a mixture of unresolved trauma, egotism, and an unrelenting pursuit of validation. His inability to connect with others on a deeper level only amplifies his sense of alienation, fostering a self-destructive cycle that propels him forward yet simultaneously keeps him trapped within the confines of his own mind.

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General Driving Styles in F1

Taking a break from the driver profiles, this post is a response to a fantastic ask by @mango-yoyo who wanted to know about general driving styles and what conditions/circuits they would suit best. Hope this answers your questions!

So as we all know, each driver has their own unique way of racing in F1. But looking at all the current drivers on the grid it is pretty easy to group them into certain categories, as they all have standout traits they display. Obviously these will be rather basic categories, and drivers can fit into multiple, but I hope you enjoy.

Aggressive

Probably the most obvious category is the aggressive driving style. Drivers who use this style push to the limits, brake late, and accelerate early. These are the guys you see taking the risky dive bomb maneuvers. While this style has a higher rate of mistakes, it can also yield some of the best results. Most WDC's have some degree of aggressive driving in their repertoire, and almost universally it is seen as a positive style. The danger comes when being overly aggressive, and so a balance must be found in order to best capitalize on the strengths. Things go wrong in spectacular ways for aggressive drivers when they get it wrong.

The best circuits that this type of style works at is ones with heavy braking zones and tight corners. Specifically, street circuits seem to suit aggressive driving the best. Monaco and Singapore are always standout performances for the most aggressive drivers, as they require the strong degree of confidence and intensity that aggressive driving has. As for conditions, aggressive drivers shins in wet or mixed conditions, where boldness reaps great rewards.

Drivers: Max Verstappen, Fernando Alonso

2. Smooth and Consistant

A driver with this style prioritizes tire management and a smooth approach to braking zones. They often brake early and accelerate late, allowing gravity and motion to help their car stay steady. This style minimizes unnecessary movement, meaning that they often pull the longest stints during races. This kind of style is positive for these reasons, but the more placid nature of this way means that driver can sacrifice pure speed in order to maintain there smoothness. Also, while consistency wins races so does having a bold move, and so drivers who do not add some aggression can miss out on high finishes.

The best circuits for this style of driving are high-speed ones where handling and tire management are key. Tracks like Silverstone (high speed), and Suzuka (technical) all bend to this style easily. For conditions, due to the way this style manages tires, they have their best results on hot dry days. Aggression on those kinds of days would only make the tires degrade faster.

Drivers: Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris

3. Strategic

This style is noted for the intense intelligence and race craft it necessitates. Drivers who use it tend to avoid unnecessary risk and instead bide their time, planning for the perfect moment before striking. The goal with this strategy is long-term race management, rather than quick overtakes. It shines best when tire management, fuel saving, and pit strategy are all in harmony. The negatives of this style is that sometimes waiting too long means that a driver loses their chance. Drivers who rely too heavily on this style can sometimes lose out on higher finishes when the perfect moment doesn't come to pass in time.

As for circuits, places like Spa are well suited for the strategic driver. The quick weather shifts and changing track conditions at Spa means that thinking ahead and focusing on strategy works out well. Long circuits and ones that require multiple pit stops also seem to work well with the strategic style. For conditions, wet is where this style shines, as a wet race is won almost purely by strategy.

Drivers: Charles Leclerc, Sergio Perez

4. Adaptive

The adaptive driver is highly flexible, with both strategic decisions and responding to their car's behavior. They tend to have multiple options available and adapt well to any conditions. They strike a good balance between aggressive moves and smooth driving, often making them the best of both worlds. Most successful drivers need to be adaptive to some degree. Adaptive drivers tend to be able to bounce between multiple teams with no problem, and if you spot a driver who has driven for many teams with success, they are most likely driving adaptively. The negatives of this style are small, but sometimes overly adaptive drivers can be too flexible and have trouble making a strategic decision before it is too late when they have so many options. They also take a lot of gambles. They must temper their adaptability with aggression and decisiveness to get the best out of this style.

For circuits, ones that tend to be unpredictable, like Interlagos and Baku, are where adaptive drivers shine. Being able to respond quickly to any weather changes or race incidents is how an adaptive driver finds success at these kinds of circuits. In the same vein, adaptive drivers shine in mixed conditions. They use their adaptability to change their driving styles depending on how wet or dry the track gets.

Drivers: Oscar Piastri, Nico Hulkenberg

5. Technical

This style of driving drives races with a technical precision that is almost computer like. They follow the rules to a 'T' and focus on strong race craft, consistency, and feedback from the pit wall. They have a deep understanding of how the car works and often work closely with the engineers on the car's set-up. These drivers make for the best test drivers, as their knowledge helps figure out the intricacies of the car, The negative of this style is that when thinks go awry (as they often do in races) technical drivers can sometimes have difficulty handling it. They do not often do well when frustrated.

Circuits like Barcelona or the Hungaroring, which have many high-speed and medium-speed corners, show off technical driving best. The precise handling technical drivers offer helps them find speed other styles don't have. For conditions, technical drivers thrive when everything is going exactly to plan. If they had trained for a wet race and the race is wet, they are happy. This does not mean that they do poorly in complex conditions, only that they had to have expected the situation to truly excel.

Drivers: George Russell, Valterri Bottas

Alright that is the basic overview of styles. Keep in mind drivers have a combo of multiple different styles and just because their names are under one does not mean that this is the only way they drive. Leclerc, for example, is known for his strategic racing but also pairs it with aggressive moves.

Hope you enjoyed and this satiated any curiosity!

Cheers,

-B

[madelynhimegami]

Witch Guide

You ever notice Witch is wearing the same kind of hat Link does? Anyway.

With this one done, I have three characters left from the poll I took this past November. Possibly two, since a lot of one character is largely headcanon. Like, even moreso than the others.

Point being, if there's anybody I've missed, now's the time to start thinking about it and/or possibly telling me. Or I'll just do whomever I feel like doing. Who knows.

Witch is, in a word, inventive. She's creative and intelligent and is Full of Ideas.

"Witch" is not actually her name. In fact, she literally has no name until she becomes recognized as a fully-fledged witch, as is customary for her clan.

Have you ever seen somebody that, when they play a video game for the first time, instead of playing as intended they poke around the weirdest corners, pick weird dialogue options on purpose, intentionally ignore mechanics to see how far they can get without them, intentionally avoid accomplishing a task the intended way, try to break things or go out of bounds on purpose, or marvel at the crude underbelly of the graphics engine? Witch is basically that but in real life.

(well, magical fantasy world life)

She does all sorts of absurd experimentations in potioncrafting, just to see if she can. She's also not above underhandedness, if she thinks she can get away with it.

Witch is very crafty and grabby (and sometimes lacking empathy) with potential ingredients. If it's magical, she'll want to use it in making a potion. If it's just weird, she'll still want to make it into a potion.

Once perfected, the potions she makes are powerful and are more often than not capable of working as she intends for them to. With "how she intends" being the opporative phrase.

Her potions are extremely silly, impractical, dangerous, or just plain unhelpful. She could make standard potions like health and restorative potions, but doing so bores her to tears.

An abridged list of potions that Witch has made: ☼ A potion that makes the drinker speak to birds, in that they will render them only capable of making bird noises and no other sounds. It will also not help them understand birds. ☼ A potion that makes the drinker taller. By making their neck and/or head longer. ☼ A potion that makes the drinker shine brightly enough to be Actively Painful to look directly at. ☼ A potion that changes the drinker's appearance. Randomly. Permanently. With no way to turn back except by drinking more of the potion until they become something that looks close enough to what they were before. ☼ A potion that makes other people to physically gravitate towards the drinker.

Fortunately, most of her potions have antidotes, unless stated otherwise.

Still, she's quite frustrated about her lack of making successful sales of her potions. She's aware of why, but is too dedicated to her experiments.

Witch does make potions that have practical use on occasion, such as a potion that draws out the recipient's latent power. She's also been shown working on a potion that helps with recovering memories lost through spacetime travel.

She tends to be disorganized in her crafting. She'll lose track of which potions she has or hasn't started working on, forget what potions she has on her person, and has a weird habbit of not asking for payment upfront.

She's also prone to hyperfocus, to the point of losing track of where she is or what's going on around her.

Witch has a distinct "saleswoman" front that she puts up when she wants to seem approachable. She's sketchy like a used car dealer if you aren't careful around her in this mode.

When in salesmode, Witch is all smiles and cheer, the perfect picture of innocence. Y'know, like anybody with a "customer service" voice.

Salesmode is when she's at her craftiest and most underhanded and aggressive. She'll intentionally not talk about all her potions effects, or use crocodile tears to let down your guard, or get really insistant on selling something.

Witch is proud, arrogant, and vain. She confidently boasts about her intellect, prowess, and appearance.

The upside to that, is that she takes pride in her work as well, and is more than willing to put in the work when put to task.

She also has limits to her underhanded-ness. For instance, she is completely capable of making the very scent of her products induce addiction to the point of dependency. But she won't do so (on purpose), because that's too much for even her.

Put another way, Witch is honest with herself, if nobody else.

Although rather greedy, Witch ultimately is more interested in her success with potions, rather than gaining wealth. She is willing to help someone out for free if it gives her more data, or if she feels guilty.

That said, while in full gremlin mode she also has no qualms of doing something dangerous, harmful, or violent to those around her to get what she wants. Which often consists of harvested body parts and excretions.

Witch has a very particular way of greeting/announcing her presence, "oissu," which is a variation of a very casual greeting. It's been translated variably as "Yo," "Heya," and "Howdy." I like using "Ahoy," but I think I'm the only one who does.

just don't have her say "It's potion time" anymore, please

Witch reads a wide variety of books to absorb their contents. She also has a large collection of books that includes rare volumes.

Her prized book that she keeps with her at all times was written by her grandmother, and holds many arcane secrets.

Although she's been shown sharing the contents of some of her books, including the one by her grandmother, I personally think she's very selective about what she tells others, keeping quiet on any clan, craft, or trade secrets that may or may not be within them.

Among other things about her grandmother, Wish, is that most of the spells she uses in Puyo battles these days were originally shown being cast by Wish.

Witch was also taught by Wish. She has a lot of respect for her grandmother.

Witch seems to never talk about herself on a personal level, and she sidesteps direct questions more often than not. Arle's read on her was enough to make her shy away immediately.

Speaking of which, Arle thinks Witch is ultimately not a bad person, whose help can be trusted when it's explicitly offered.

For her part, Witch doesn't need much prompting to help Arle when she's in a bind. I think Witch was genuinely touched on the one occasion Arle admitted how much she cared about her friends, Witch included.

Schezo saved Wish's life once, and for that Witch seems to be genuinely close to him. Not that it will stop them from bickering and getting on each other's nerves every chance they get.

Witch also seems to hang around Draco a lot. How that ended up happening is a riddle for the ages. The former seems to only want to use the latter as a patsy, guinea pig, and ingredient farm, but Witch is not able to deny Draco being a friend when asked.

Witch seems to be a fan of punk rock fashion (or something adjacent to it, at least), but doesn't get a lot of chances to express it. At least publicly.

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Kenan Yildiz ???

Kenan 🥰

Sun in Taurus, Kenan's core self is steady and grounded. He’s probably super determined and values comfort; both in life and on the pitch. A Taurus sun often has a love for the finer things, so he might enjoy the perks of being a professional athlete.

With his moon in Pisces, Kenan is likely very intuitive and sensitive. He might feel the emotions of those around him deeply, which can help him connect with teammates and fans. This placement often brings a creative flair, so he might have an artistic side too.

Kenan's Mercury in Aries means he communicates directly and confidently. He likely thinks on his feet and isn’t afraid to express his ideas quickly. This can be a real asset in high-pressure situations on the field.

His Venus in Taurus emphasises loyalty and a love for stability in relationships. Kenan probably appreciates beauty and comfort, which can reflect in his style and the way he interacts with his loved ones.

With Mars in Pisces, Kenan might approach his goals with a blend of intuition and compassion. He might not be the most aggressive player, but he can be creative in his play style, using his instincts to navigate challenges.

Jupiter in Libra suggests that Kenan finds growth and luck through partnerships and teamwork. He might thrive in collaborative environments but may also reassess his beliefs about fairness and balance in his life.

Saturn in Cancer indicates that Kenan values security and may have a strong sense of duty towards his family. He might work hard to create a safe space for himself and others.

Uranus in Pisces, this placement brings an element of innovation and unpredictability. Kenan could have a unique approach to his craft, often surprising others with his techniques and insights.

Neptune in Aquarius suggests a visionary mindset. Kenan might be drawn to progressive ideas and could have dreams of making a difference, whether on or off the field.

With Pluto in Sagittarius, Kenan may undergo transformations in his beliefs and worldview throughout his life. This retrograde position can make him introspective about his journey and growth.

The North Node in Aries suggests Kenan is meant to embrace independence and assertiveness in this lifetime. He may need to work on being more self-reliant and bold in pursuing his goals.

Lilith in Leo brings a flair for drama and creativity. Kenan might have a strong desire to express himself and be recognised for his talents, which can translate into his performance on the field.

Chiron in Aquarius indicates that Kenan might carry wounds related to belonging or individuality. However, this placement also suggests that he has the potential to heal himself and others through community and innovation.

Kenan Yildiz has a mix of creativity and sensitivity. He’s charming and has a great eye for fashion, with a natural artistic flair. His personality is unique and independent, but he can sometimes be a bit overly empathetic or prone to escaping reality. Emotionally, he’s stable and charismatic, but deep feelings can sometimes complicate his relationships. He’s practical but also has a strong imaginative side, especially when it comes to art and communication.

He is someone who can easily connect with others, though he might be influenced by outside opinions. He has a strong and sometimes intense personality, though he might not always be aware of how he’s coming across. In his career, there could be moments of instability, but he has the drive and energy to push through and succeed. He’s intelligent and open to growth, but struggles with staying focused and can sometimes doubt himself.

Kenan Yildiz is deeply empathetic, but he needs to watch out for being taken advantage of and could struggle with avoiding reality at times. He can be very determined, though this sometimes leads to unintentionally influencing others. He might have trouble with memory and understanding emotions, which can lead to confusion or self-deception. Big life changes could push him toward personal growth, even if it feels challenging. He craves independence, but often finds it hard to focus on his true priorities, feeling torn between following his own path and dealing with life's hurdles.

[violet-moonstone]

HTTYD Sibling/Family Relationships

Some things I wish we got more of in the franchise are A) family relationships, and B) other young people in Berk who are older or younger than the main 6 riders and Gustav.

We didn't, so here's my headcanons.

First one isn't very original because in the books Snotlout and Hiccup are related and Snotlout says he's "next in line" in THW but I would love it if Spitelout and Stoick were canonically brothers (or brothers-in-law!!!), making Hiccup and Snotlout cousins too. I want Hiccup and Snotlout, despite being only-children, to have grown up like brothers who can't stand each other. Before the events of HTTYD, Snotlout teases Hiccup about how he'll usurp him, but when Hiccup trains Toothless, the rivalry becomes even worse, as Snotlout finds himself in second place - this already happens to a certain extent in RoB/DoB, but now it's more pronounced. Them improving their relationship and avoiding the pitfalls of Stoick and Spitelout's rivalry is even more meaningful. Also as we know from comments Snotlout has made about sewing, his mother is a sweet lady who teaches her son crafts. Too good for Spitelout, tbh. Would be nice if she were also a fierce fighter who is super good at sewing too.

Fishlegs is a very protective older brother to a younger sister who is similarly sensitive and sweet. He, however, stops being sweet the second anyone poses emotional or physical danger to her. He loves taking her flying on Meatlug when she's still too small for her own dragon, and he's always teaching her dragon facts. I think his parents are very sweet as well. His mom is a super tall and busty Viking lady very while his dad is smaller. They're both sheep and yak farmers and not really the warrior type. Fishlegs got his love of animals from growing up on a farm.

Astrid is the youngest of at least 3 older siblings (either brothers or sisters, doesn't matter) who are all very accomplished. Each excels in either strength, intelligence, or stealth, but they're all pretty brave fighters in general. (I'm thinking she has at least one brother who is very strong but not super bright - big himbo energy. Ruffnut probably has a crush on him, and it creeps Astrid out). As the youngest, Astrid feels like she has to live up to and exceed all of their abilities. She also *hates* being the baby of the family, which is why she's so aggressive. One of her parents is doting (probably does something in crafting) while the other is very intense (a warrior).

Ruffnut and Tuffnut are the middle siblings of a huge-ass family and have lots of extended family as well. Literally everyone in their family is chaotic as hell in their own unique, Thorston way. They do everything from farming, fishing, smithing, fighting, etc, because there are so many of them. Berk is already a small community, and it's very common to have at least one Thorston relative somewhere in your family. Eventually, they have to identify Thorstons by jobs, landmarks, or well-known events (Those are the Baker Thorstons, or the Cliffside Thorstons, or the Thorstons-that-Ruined-Snoggletog, etc.)

[someonebeatyoutothisuser]

So uh here's a list of the fandoms I'm in and some ships I have! So far.

Tags are gonna go crazy with this one, but here are the requestable ships you may ask of me, my limit is two per person.

Dandy's world

Generational gambling

(Shelly x Vee x Gigi)

Hateful dreams

(Shrimpo x Astro)

Teacase

(Rodger x Teagan)

Flowerballoon.

(Dandy x Looey)

Sodatapes

(Dandy x Poppy)

Box craft.

(Tisha x Scraps)

Tragedy hugs and Comedic jokes

(Dazzle x Goob and Razzle x Finn)

Jewelry box

(Glisten x Boxten)

Snack box

(Sprout x Boxten x Cosmo)

Fruitcake

(Cosmo x Sprout)

Animal nature

(Flutter x Brightney)

Ragebait

(Finn x Shrimpo)

Circus food.

(Sprout x Cosmo x Looey)

Gingerbread ornament

(Bobette x Ginger)

Cookie run

Horrific holidays

(Dark enchantress x Eggnog cookie)

Flamecane

(Azure flame staff cookie x GingerBrave)

Alcoholic dragon

(HollyBerry x pititya dragon cookie)

Wild candy

(Wild Strawberry cookie x GingerBrave)

Mirrored desires

(Pomegranate cookie x Kumiho cookie.)

Lively nature.

(sugar swan x millennial tree cookie)

Smoke

(Wind Archer x Fire Spirit)

Moonlit sea

(Sea fairy x Moonlight)

Stolen bullets

(Chili pepper x Rye cookie)

False stars

(Shadow milk cookie x Star dust cookie)

Non-artifical gingerbread

(Strawberry cookie x GingerBright)

Strawberry flavored candy cane

(Strawberry cookie x GingerBrave)

Vanilla lilies

(Pure vanilla x white lily cookie)

Bitter wealth

(Golden cheese x Dark cacao)

Disventure camp.

Overworked vegan

(Ellie x Gabby)

Nerdy actor

(Dan x Riya)

Crazy overworked Actor

(Riya x Ellie x Gabby)

Disappointment

(Yul x Grett)

Rich books

(Nick x Alec)

Rich dancer

(Yul x Nick)

Mentally challenged gamer

(Ally x tess x Hunter)

Golden doughnut

(Tom x Nick)

Fearful cowgirl

(Ashley x Will)

Book leader

(Lill x Alec)

Lead actor

(Lill x Riya)

Fitness actor

(Grett x Riya)

Total drama

Wolf dancer

(Dj x Heather)

Gothic CIT

(Gwen x Courtney)

Gummy worm lawyer

(Noah x Cody x Emma, the race one not the reboot)

Smelly pranks

(Ripper x Chase)

Infected actor

(Axel x Nichelle)

Chemistry nurse

(Priya x Damien)

Scary gameshows

(Scary girl/Lauren x Priya)

Breakthrough act

(Nichelle x Emma the reboot one not the race)

Charming dancer

(Heather x Alejandro)

Aggressive farmer

(Courtney x Scott)

Mistaken fashion

(Jo x brick)

Gothic nerd

(Cameron x Gwen)

Aura flims

(Dakota x Dawn)

Gothic Aura

(Dawn x Gwen)

E-scooped

(Noah x Izzy x Eva)

Crazily strong

(Eva x Izzy)

Bullied singer

(Sammy x Ella)

Manipulative scientist

(Scarlett x Amy)

Party surfer

(Bridgette x Geoff)

Australian Zombie

(Jasmine x Shawn)

Melodic Olympics

(Sky x Ella)

Guitarist model

(Trent x Justin)

Gothic strings

(Trent x Gwen)

Food insanity

(Izzy x Owen)

Food nerd

(Noah x Owen)

Mirrored lovers

(Kadie x Saide)

Dancer blogs

(Tom x Jacques)

Cold cop

(McAuther x Josee)

The amazing digital circus

Checkmate

(Kinger x Queener)

Spinning shapes

(Gangle x Zooble)

Jester mask

(Pomni x Gangle)

Shaped jokes

(Pomni x Zooble)

Jester doll

Gummy jokes

(Ragatha x Pomni)

(Pomni x Gumigoo)

Bunny bandit

(Jax x Gumigoo)

Doll faced princess

(Loolilalu x Ragatha)

Funny candy

(Loolilalu x Pomni)

Intelligent jester

(Caine x Pomni)

Robotic rabbit

(Caine x Jax)

Abstract panic

(Pomni x kaufmo)

My little pony

Fancy cowgirl

(Applejack x Rarity)

Competitive designer

(Applejack x Rarity x Rainbow dash)

Cowgirl speedster

(Rainbow dash x Applejack)

Animal baker

(Pinkie pie x Fluttershy)

Farm animals

(Applejack x Fluttershy)

Ykw? I'm not tagging all of those ships. Fuck that, anyways, I hope y'all find a ship you'd like to request.

[blackbarbiepinkcess]

Be careful and remain mindful of how you react to things and how people react to you. Any black woman responding in anger will frustratingly be deemed "masculine", especially when she's pointing out something unjust as a form of protection. This is because people plan on using us, and by painting us as the aggressor, they'd get away with being victims someway somehow.

I know it's hard to remain calm whenever someone is being aggressive and unjust to you. Still, analyze their emotions and use empathy to your advantage. In truth, when someone is trying to come for you, they're simply projecting onto you in fear of handling their inner demons. When YOU address your own inner demons, however, you'll feel a sense of comfort where the gaslighting will never work on you!

By understanding where people come from, when you have felt like a loser in your down points in life, understand that these people feel just as bad if not worse, projecting onto you as a form of protecting themselves from... themselves I guess. Instead of growing up, they mistreat us! How ludicrous!

Think about how juvenile it is for someone to lose their mind about you as a black woman or girl while you weren't being aggressive, as an example. Notice how idiotic they're being for malfunctioning over your own existence. If you think, "no, I'll never find love and acceptance as a black woman/girl", instead think, "oh, it's only because they're that WEIRD... I don't think I'll need their acceptance since they're a lunatic."

NEVER put anyone on a pedestal for shoving you and forcing you to be at the bottom of their totem pole. Craft your own totem pole and give yourself love and respect to where you needn't rely on brute force and aggression to achieve success. Pettiness can only get your far. Yes, while they KNOW they were petty first, you still don't need to stoop to their level as you will be able to reveal how malintent and ignorant they are by witnessing their immaturity and lack of readiness to mature at the same time. Adopt a princess mentality where you see how immature they are and go about you way in a princess fashion! Don't fight with ignorance, fight with empathy, maturity, and intelligence!

When these people force you to be aggressive because they were aggressive first, know that it's not your fault. Be easy on yourself and love yourself at the same time. Be easy on yourself and heal. The world's ending anyways so you might as well heal and let everyone crumble from their own stupidity lol.

[goodluckclove]

An Open Letter to a Professional Author

I came across a writer here who I imagine will probably never see this, but their presence was enough to make me pretty mad for two days now. I've decided to pen a little statement to this Long-Term, Professional, Full-Time, Published Author who makes a habit out of being deeply unpleasant in a way that apparently has only attracted an audience of other deeply unpleasant people.

People here seem to like it when I get mad. So, uh, enjoy?

Dear Professional Author,

I came across a post of yours on some feed here the other day and enjoyed your commentary. It was one of those writing memes that sort of called attention to actually writing as opposed to just thinking about your project - the kind that people usually respond to with some sort of joke expressing their repulsion at the concept.

You responded with distaste and I generally agreed. The tone was a little aggressive for me, but that kind of humor also leaves me generally confused. I personally ended up concluding that the self-deprecating humor was a coping mechanism for a larger issue that keeps these people from writing - intimidation, lack of confidence, physical or mental pain, things like that. You seemed to think it was a matter of will, which I found to be an approach that at the very least was well-intentioned.

Turns out it wasn't.

First off, I should say that this isn't about your political beliefs. Your political beliefs that are really more like general human beliefs. I don't want to get into that. Instead, I just want to talk about your writing. You are a full-time, published author, as you say in nearly post where you talk about writing. A major point of pride to you seems to be the fact that you are traditionally published. Any other method doesn't seem to be as legitimate to you. That's interesting to me.

You also don't seem to have much of an audience outside of people who mainly come to agree with your politics. I didn't really see a single positive interaction between you and another writer on here for as much as I was willing to scroll through your blog. That's also interesting to me.

I didn't spent too much time on your blog once I realized that you were definitely not the kind of person I would ever want any interaction with. What I did want to do is use your presence indirectly to prove a point that I've been wanting to get into for some time now.

To put it simply, I'll say this: a career in professional writing is not actually as cool or important as you might think it is.

Now I'll be direct and say that I've never been traditionally published for anything longer than a short story or long-term, unpaid column. You don't give any details on any of your writing, as far as I've seen (Once again - interesting!), so there's a chance you've made more in contracts and royalties than I have. But I'm a working writer. I've had a career in ghostwriting and technical writing. I've written and produced plays that have been featured in festivals in multiple states. I'm not speaking from a place of no experience, is what I mean to say.

What I also mean to say is that - while I view writing in many ways as a spiritual and healing act that I couldn't live without - it's also a job. It's not always exciting, and even when it is exciting it's only exciting to me. I consider the best date night to be when my wife works on video game development while I write my draft. I leave the house on a regular basis, but it's mainly to go to different places to write.

In short - I love to write, but I don't think it makes me cool. Or interesting. Or valuable. Or intelligent. Or just generally fun to be around and talk to. These are things I strive to cultivate in other aspects of the way I live and grow as a human being on this planet.

Being a Professional Author in one particular genre doesn't give you authority over the craft as a whole. You can't just throw yourself into conversations and start with I'm a published writer and assume that means you have the final say on any discussion. Believe it or not, in many cases it does not matter.

Lots of people are published traditionally, and it does prove some level of validity in their line of work. But there are a huge variety of people in the world of trad pub. There are people who write books in genres that don't apply to writers here. There are people who write books that aren't very good. There are even people who write trad pub books that are very good, but their careers are sullied by the fact that the authors themselves are not good people.

Being a successful writer does not mean you're a good person. Being a writer at all does not mean you are a good person. I believe in Death of the Author to an extent, but when that author insists on making a presence on a public website and doling out advice and opinions to other writers the lines start to blur considerably.

Writing is a job. You work it over a period of time and learn skills and strategies that work for you. The same applies to virtually every other job, including ones that society views as less romantic as something in the arts. Can you imagine me breaking into your home while you're making lunch and telling you how to arrange your cheese slices based on what I know as a full-time, professional sandwich artist at Subway? You might be interested based on leaning something you didn't know about a place you might've eaten at before. But that does not entitle me to your respect on its own.

I am not entitled to your respect based on how well I learned how to make a sandwich based on my hypothetical career at Subway. Just as I don't deserve it solely because I know two card tricks, can get out a variety of stains, read most of the works of the major beatniks, can make a really good carbonara, or any other specific about my life that ultimately does not play a huge part in who I am as a person.

When I am on my death bed, I hope to god the core of my character was not the fact that I typed stories from my brain until I got carpal tunnel. If my obituary begins and ends at "writer", no matter how positive the qualifier is before that, it will be the greatest failure of my life.

Because I am a writer. But that does not matter. It does not matter if you're a writer. It can be fun and enjoyable if you are, even better if you make a living at it, but it doesn't mean you'll be happy. It doesn't mean people will like you or perceive you to be the leader and teacher you might think you are. It certainly doesn't give you a free pass to throw cruelty at strangers for truly no real reason.

Professional Author, you had a chance to raise up the next generation of an industry I assume you must value. You're choosing not to, and that's fine. You don't have the obligation to. You do have the choice to not get involved and pretend to give advice that ranges from vague to untrue. You seem to be taking that responsibility very seriously.

It's like some twist on crab mentality, where instead of dragging crabs trying to escape the bucket you're swiping at anyone who tries to crawl in with you. Then, as they struggle, you're looking down at them and making comments on how easy it is to get in the bucket, if you only just do it and maybe read some books.

To all of us, I say this: question authority, even in the arts. Especially in the arts. Nobody knows as much as they say. That includes me, but I do know this - any branch of publishing feels really good. It's scary but it's fun. If you're traditional published or indie published or self published, it says nothing about how good your book is or how good you are as a writer or how valuable you are as a human being.

Don't be this lonely bucket crab. They seem mean and I'm tired of talking about them.

Best Regards,

Clove

[inkedwingss]

Thoughts on creating as someone who doesn't paint anymore

I could say the process of creating usually starts from an observation or a feeling from reality (mine or not), so we have mainly characters or human situations that provoke a reaction – which moves me. It could also be a need to protest against something I find unbereable or the need to hold an immense and especial moment captive; the former in fiction, the latter mostly for poetry.

But when I start to write, I also shift into this commitment, passion, or duty to the words and to the text itself. This is never manifested before, only through the writing; the literature, the langue becomes bigger and demanding. The portrayal should be self-sufficient, the intelligence of the reader and their particular perspective, respected. Even honoured, I would say, by giving them something true and raw, where they can explore, think, and feel by themselves (if that makes sense).

When I write, I see myself in the same place I used to be in my old atelier: surrounded by alchemical glass jars and suspicious mediums, be the lovely stink of turpentine, while I hold three or four brushes in one hand. Spots of self-made oil paint everywhere (even on my cigarette). Detached from time and space. Swimming through layers, layers, layers. Carefully adding a sparkle (a small word), by the corner, delighting in the contour, in the process of weaving the meaning, and connecting them. Painting aggressively, or really fast, just to step back and wait until I know it was time to go for the delicate, intricate work.

It was a portal that I would open, back in those nights, to meet the Ineffable. The expression was not mine, I was only a vessel willing to go through the pain and joys of labour. Giving light, giving life, what a humbling task! The craft is pleasure, even through possible moments of discomfort – you can't live without it. Writing is like that for me.

After spending almost ten years in a full block, I just hope that in the same way writing came back, one day, painting also will; and my my arms will be open, I promise.