#myer the righteous

[degeneraunt]

Wanted to do some Character nonsense with my PC Myer through different situations featuring @bobabooba 's PC Dee!!

Also I can't be the only person who read Whitney's Costume description and saw Slasher Horror meets Oni, right?

[bluecoolr]

Hey Darrell, do you listen to/watch/read news at all? and what's your opinion on true crime shows?

- a friend of a friend of a friend, probably

Yeah, I keep up with the news. We got a radio and a TV at the store. Heard of what's happened in Haddonfield lately? 'Bout the Myers guy who got out? Not really a fan of true crime. I sit through some o' those sometimes because it's the only thing on. I don't really care for people who kill for sport. When you bring down the axe, it's gotta be for a purpose. I mean, I don't even like hunting.

Had to put down a friend o' mine when some hunter came a trampin' through Devil's Prick.

Her name was Mary Lou.

'Side from that, s'it just gas for now?

@kalid-raven he's gonna recognize Michael when they met shhh it's for plot purposes. Also All Hail Darrell, The Razorback King! Darrell's got a ponytail on, it's hot out there ok?

[spookieloverslittlemind]

Their favourite part of you (emotionally)…

includes: Michael Myers, Pinhead, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Sun and Moon (fnaf), Marta (Outlast 2)

Michael

Your warmth - naturally, what Michael appreciates most about you is what he has never received from anyone else in his life: warmth. You look at him and see more than just The Shape; you can dare to look at him and treat him with affection. Tenderness. It’s an alien sensation, and Michael can’t agree that it makes him happy, because happiness isn’t something he really feels, but it does make him feel…at peace. Content. Michael can’t reciprocate your warmth, but he does try to reciprocate your affection in a rigid sort of way, and that’s how you know he appreciates the trait in you.

Pinhead

Your understanding - there is nothing Pinhead loves more than learning new things; you being able to teach him every intricate detail of you: your life, your friends, your family, your job, your body, your likes and dislikes, without judging him for all of the questions he asks of you and instead just understanding that he wants to learn you, means the world to him. Pinhead never wants to frustrate you unless it’s sexually, so you understanding him so deeply and appreciating the layers of his being rather than fearing him at a surface level, opens his eyes to the depth of human beings.

Brahms

Your patience - Brahms is aware that he’s incredibly needy and has been known to act up to get attention, so your patience with him means absolutely everything; that you don’t discipline him with any kind of harsh punishment, instead gentleness, teaching him that he doesn’t need to misbehave or do things he knows will upset you when all he wants is your attention. Learning that he can simply ask for that from you is a monumental step from Brahms, because he is so accustomed to only getting emotional responses from his parents when he did something wrong. Your patience shows him a different way, a more peaceful and loving way, that has him feeling more cherished than ever.

Art

Your skittish nature - to be honest, there is nothing Art loves more than scaring you; to hide behind corners and jump out at you, startle you awake, the fact you never adapt or learn to expect it and continue to just jump out of your skin every single time? Art loves it. And he loves the aftermath, too, when he drags you into his arms to coddle and rock you with silent shushes while he plays with your hair, rubbing your arms to soothe you, like he’s not the reason you just experienced palpitations. It’s a lovely little game of manipulation that Art adores, and you learn to love for the cuddles you get afterwards. Call it aftercare.

Sun and Moon

Your kindness - your ability to amend your kindness to apply most efficiently to both Sun and Moon never fails to amaze them; you so easily switch from being kind and encouraging and fun for Sun, to being calm and reassuring for Moon, and both states are simply examples of the kindness that radiates from you. So few have ever bothered to learn the intricate differences between Sun and Moon, but you have, and you’ve done so out of kindness, to treat them both with kindness that best suits them as individuals. Two halves of a whole, yes, but two entirely separate halves, and when either malfunction, it is always you that is sent to deescalate the situation because only you know how to best get through to them.

Marta

Your submission - not even in a kinky way (though that definitely also applies), but the way you submit both to her and to God like it’s in your nature regardless of your personal belief system; that you don’t judge or question her faith beyond asking what she or God would suggest to guide you with certain moral dilemmas etc. You accept her as she is and you trust her completely to care for you, for both of you, and leave righteous lives down your intertwined paths. Marta’s faith is her only experience and understanding of love, and it is through that she learns a different kind of love, with you. Had you defied her, or held any trait above your submission, she probably would have just killed you (hot) x

[hom3landr]

Movie Night

18+

An earnest attempt to share the Halloween spirit with your ungrateful boyfriend backfires

You’re trying to concentrate on the screen where Michael Myers peers ominously through some bedsheets, the sharp sting of the music cue not even registering over the buzzing in your ears. Your nails dig into the rich leather of the sofa as your chest heaves. You’re not even halfway through the movie and the tension is already enough to have your heart pounding wildly out of your chest.

Your free hand leaves the bucket of popcorn to tangle in the hair of the man between your legs, leaving streaks of butter through his golden strands.

He promised that he’d behave while you showed him your favorite horror films but you should have known better than that. The moment he said he was bored, you should have realized that it was all over. It didn’t matter that the two of you were only ten minutes into the film. You’d joke that him being no better than an ipad kid, completely unable to stay focused, but it wasn’t a screen that held his ravenous attention. With every gripe about how nothing had happened yet, he’d carefully adjust his position on the couch. From cuddling with his arm around you to resting on his knees with your legs perched on his pompous golden eagles, he’d managed to make the transition so smooth that it wasn’t until he slowly began rolling your underwear down your legs that you’d realized his plot.

Now here you are, just innocently trying to show your boyfriend your favorite movie, but ruthlessly made to writhe in pleasure as he devoured you with a single minded hunger. Maybe you should have had a showing of Silence of the Lambs instead, with how hungry he was for your flesh. You want to complain but every gripe was replaced with a choked whimper.

“You’re missing it.” You manage to hiss. He just chuckles into your cunt.

“Babe…this movie has been going on forever and only one person has died. It’s gonna have to get a lot bloodier if you want me to pay attention.” He follows it up with a hearty lap through your folds, amused by the way you twitch as he flicks his tongue over your clit. You huff in a mixture of lust and righteous indignation.

“It’s the tension! This movie is a masterclass in suspense! That’s why it works.” You try to argue despite Homelander not easing up on his endeavor at all. Your hips buck and he holds you down with the gentleness of a feather but the strength of a titan. You’re not moving unless he wants you to. After all, you’re the one who made him stop his business to watch the damn movie. You’re going to stay put.

“Hmmm…so what I’m hearing is that you like being kept in suspense. Maybe I should keep you from coming until something in this movie finally fucking happens.” He smirks before looking up at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. You swallow nervously at the look he’s giving you.

“FINE! But when it ramps up, it’s gonna ramp up quickly. You’ll be the one looking stupid when you realize how freaky this movie really is.” You retort, bumping him in the side of the head with your knee petulantly. He doesn’t even flinch. He just fucks you with his tongue till your legs lock up.

“In that case, I guess I’ll have to keep making you come until the movie slows back down. Either way, I’m going to be entertaining myself.” He purrs in a tone that is infuriatingly smug.

You’re not even sure which is worse, that he never even bothers to watch the movie, or that you’ll never be able to pay attention during it ever again.

[tempoaryblogformightyjensblog]

This episode pretty much solidified my thoughts on Belos

He is pure evil. He is a megalomaniac sadist who simply desires to hurt others, gain power and recognition. But he's not pure evil because he inherently lacks those qualities or was evil sense birth. Like characters such as Michael Myers or Henry Creel. Rather he is pure evil because he actively rejects any good qualities from himself.

Some were comparing him to Envy from FMA. And expected him to have a sad, tragic death even with how much of a monster he was.

The better comparison has always been Father from that series.

Both of them have simular plans at points. The 'day of unity' is clearly a nod to the promised day from FMA. And both of them end up becoming god-like beings by absorbing the settings equivalent to God. On that note both of them appear to give a righteous or 'holy' aura. Belos goes for the 'savior'/'prophet' image(And people have pointed out the way he looks like he's in a crucified pose in the finale) in Father's case his main form looks like the typical 'Bearded man in light' interpretation of God. In both of their cases, they are truthfully symbolic representations of the devil. With numerous parralels to Satan; making these visuals they take ironic. And both lose any dignity by the end and cowardly plead for mercy they gave no one else. While saying things to dodge responsibility for their actions.

Father once had some semblance of good qualities. He did care for Hoenheim at some point. Hence why he gave him an immortal body of his own. And as Hoenheim says, the reason he makes the other Homunculi call him 'Father' is because he secretly wants human connection and a family.

He simply rejected these qualities or threw them away. Out of his own selfishness. . He wanted to do away with any of those human qualities because he was 'above' them. He is still a very interesting character for this, and one could maybe still view him as tragic to a slight extent.

Philip is like this, he has human qualities or desires. He did love his brother and deep...deep down feels guilt over his death. He just rejects that fact, and ultimately his love for his brother. When he sees his ghost(literal or not) he makes it clear he blames him for everything and tries to kill him again. His upbringing did set him down the path of evil...but he spent centuries surrounded by chances to change his worldview. He refused, manipulating and killing those he tricked into trusting him instead.

He chooses to hurt and kill people because he steadily grew to enjoy doing those things. Threw away any of those sympathetic qualities and now only cares for living out his hero fantasy while gaining control over everything .

The overall point is that a pure evil villain, a complete monster does not have to be a flat character. They can be complex and interesting, Philip and Father certainly are. In cases like these it's a case where it's interesting how they actively choose to snuff out anything good in them. And the psychology behind that decision. They add to what makes them fascinating if anything.

[dnschmidt]

FBPTS - The Ferris Beuller Personality Type System

In the classic coming of age comedy Ferris Beuller’s Day Off, the principal's secretary lists several groups of people who all seem to love Ferris: sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wasteoids, dweebies, and dickheads. All of these groups think of Ferris as "a righteous dude."

Most people would not fit cleanly into a single category. Some sportos are also sluts, for example. If you pick two from the list, and avoid repetitions, there are 28 combinations.

Personally, I think this is a much better system than astrology, the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, or the like. Who cares if you're a Pieces or an INTJ? I want to know if you're a geeky slut or a or a wasteoid dweebie. Much more informative.

If you're wondering about me, I'm more of a Cameron.

[canyouplzjust]

Of Course Its Mr. X

I couldn't leave it there, like without explaining the coolest and most tragic things that happened in that session. I just can't write for very long at a time. Anymore.

So, in the hallway of Umbrella Corp we hear the familiar thud of unstoppable footsteps. I don't have to look to know that they are coming from a LARGE man in a normal sized hat, but the hat looks small because he's so big. It's Mr. X from Resident Evil and he can definitely kill any of us in 2 hits. We took off down the hallway, Rory covered our trail with some hearty skeletons that absorbed enough hits for us to get away. Well, get to the end of the hall, in a weird room with floor to ceiling windows and we're trapped. Les used his light field projector to create the illusion that the room extends several feet out farther than it does, and puts the image of us huddled in the dead center. Well, Mr. X took the bait and just fucking smashed through the plate glass window, Michael Myers style, and walked himself out the side of a 40-story drop. holy shit.

While we were half cheering and half crying about how we were going to get down from our towering skyscraper, Max showed up to talk shit. He got real self righteous and confrontational, and when Didi just started biting back at him, I don't know, it was funny, so I laughed. He seemed so powerless and futile, scrabbling with her like that, trading barbs like tough kids at a punk show, but fuck me i guess because when I lowered my chin back down, from throwing my head back in the laughter, he was looking at me with murder in his eyes. It wasn't an empty threat. He snapped his fingers and the mystical Probability Knight appeared in the hallway, lighting up the area behind JD with his hellish glow. I didn't even have time to scream, I saw in my peripheral vision as the giant sword came through the front of JD's chest, and his body collapsed onto the floor, because I couldn't tear my eyes away from Max. Who was that looking at me through his eyes? It felt like motivated hatred, and it really wanted to hurt all of us, but was it the boy I had left behind? I'm truly sorry for what happened to him, but I don't know how we could have left without him if he wasn't truly dead. What's even possible here?

I turned to Les and yelled "Do you have a phone," as he pulled a ringing black phone out of his pants pocket, looking more surprised than I was, really. "Yes.... OK," he said into the phone, and then looked at us. In the tone of a confident man, a trustworthy hero, he said, "Lets go," and jumped out the window. We all followed without hesitation.

On the street below us, in the middle of the day, was a giant inflated parade balloon to break our fall. No damage, just a gentle bounce and the gift of help from a stranger. I think the ballon was of Pikachu... or possibly another cartoon character, and at the bottom of the fall was a spunky Fool who goes by the alias DC. I know what it stands for, but I'm not telling. She took us into the sewer (gross) and led us to a vault with inches thick lead walls that no signals could penetrate. She was from another Paragon party, and she really struggled to give us any info about her long gone friends, but she did have the arm remnants of a Neo. Use it or lose the Faire gold, Les always says, so I suggested he plug some into the arm, and lo - now he has a blink teleporter! DC wouldn't give it up for free, in trade Les and Didi drew her a Transformers comic, based on the new movies that had come out since she'd been trapped. I don't think they were very good, but I also haven't seen them sober, so its impossible to say.

Didi and Les stepped out into the hall (aka the sewer) and Didi made a call to a British sounding ex-boyfriend. He's blonde and he's dangerous and its fucking Spike. Spike met us at the edge of the city with his whole gang of bikers, and we got a ride out of the hot zone. I can't really get into it now, but Didi's got some kids that Spike has been raising for her, or raising to eat her, its still unclear. Its gonna get weird and I'm sure they are dangerous.

[mara-xx217]

Hello! I found out about you through AO3 after reading some of your works and let me tell you, you write beautifully! Hope it's okay to make a request 💗

I was thinking of a reader who is a team player willing to act as bait so that the other survivors won't be sacrificed. She refuses to escape if there is a chance that someone can be saved last minute, even if she is kinda clumsy when escaping from the killer herself. Which killers do you think would take interest in her?

Thank you for reading!

Hrrmmm...

Evan Macmillan/The Trapper

it's the principle that you abide by, even in the face of pain and death, that fascinates him

your stubbornness pisses him off, your altruism is pathetic, the way you look up at him defiantly when your stumbling over yourself is infuriating yet he can nearly see his own reflection from a time long since passed

perhaps one of the few times where he has the urge to gouge out another human beings eyes- he can't stand the way you look at him

you will die a hundred thousand deaths by his hand- as well as the friends you so desperately try to protect- yet you never stop standing in his way

you anger him, he wants to break you, make you beg, make you forsake the morals you stand for- will you outlast him in the end?

Max Thompson Jr./The Hillbilly

he is accustomed to the worst that humanity has to offer, seeing the exact opposite is akin to experiencing whiplash

jealousy is the crowning emotion that he experiences- he covets what you freely gift to those you deem worthy, what you sacrifice for them and what you bear for them and what he never once experienced in his short and miserable life

jealousy turns into rage- a childlike rage that is devastating and blinding- it isn't fair

it isn't fair

it isn't fair

it isn't fair-

Herman Carter/The Doctor

yet another interesting aspect of humanity for the Doctor to experiment with

altruism is a joke- perhaps one of the most self destructive and self serving aspects that a human being can indulge in- yet you freely and confidently indulge in it on a daily and public basis

you are either very selfish and deceptive or you truly buy into the myth of "the needs of the many out weigh the few"- the Doctor is interested in testing your resolve in this matter thoroughly

will you continue to protect your fellow survivor after facing horrors beyond your comprehension?- will you still preach and spew your self righteous bullshit when you are on the receiving end of what your "friends" would have endured in your stead?

don't disappoint the Doctor- prove him wrong, he's so bored of always being right...

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

what's better than tormenting a precious little toy that thinks they have the moral high ground?- not much, given that Ghostface has seen the worst of what humanity has to offer at their lowest and most pathetic moments

you think you can endure the pain and suffering of others?- you don't understand the gravity of the commitment that you just made, little toy

he'll break you- he'll make you forsake the ones that you claim to love and that you would supposedly die for

in the end, he'll prove that you are just the same as the rest, the same as him- you are only doing this for your own gratification, for your own grandiose sense of purpose and self worth

you aren't a martyr- you are a charlatan just like the rest

Michael Myers/The Shape

you aren't anything special, merely another plaything for him to break- you aren't the first to stand against him but you are the most persistent

killing you never gets old- there are too many different ways to break a human being for the Shape to grow bored of you- yet there is something akin to annoyance that creeps up the back of his neck when you continuously stand against him without wavering

what happens when a force of nature slams against a brick wall?- its sure to crumble and fall, yet it can be rebuilt and reinforced- you are that brick wall that the Shape keeps forcing himself against

you won't stop him from killing your friends- you can't- yet you still try and time to time you succeed

infuriating

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[wineworshipped]

The Laughing God

His name is Dionysus. Liber, Bromius, Bacchus too, yes, but always Dionysus first and foremost. God of wine, fertility, excess, ecstasy, theatre, release, rebirth, madness, and the wild joys of total liberation. The original uninhibited god, born of mortal Semele and immortal Zeus, aegis-bearer, twice-born and full of mirth. The dithyramb is beat in his honor; maneads and bacchants dance in the wild wood for his pleasures. Such is the glory of great Dionysus, madcap lord of the midnight revels.

—Well. Such was the glory of Dionysus, lord of the torches. It’s Dio nowdays. Dio Theoinos among the mortal crowds, hot-shot producer/director and King of the Great White Way. (Dɪᴏɴysᴜs is awfully stiff and old-timey, don’t you think? Something a little catchier was in order for the new age.) Unseated from Olympus like the rest of his family when the new deities came into power, he’s done pretty well for himself since; he has a big media following, a handful of accidental cults, a few modern maneads—nothing spectacular, but certainly enough to get by on. A bit of prayer here and there, a few starving artists looking for a bit of luck, and bam!, he’s back in business. Maybe not running at full capacity, but not exactly putzing around on empty.

Dio is about what you’d expect of him; formerly a blinding force of joy and freedom, he still upholds the right to artistic expression and creativity…it just comes a little more tempered at his advanced age and decreased popularity. He is often surly and unamused, feeling usurped, and while quick to offense, he is equally quick to forgive. Dionysus is a fickle god at best. Sassy, snarky, witty, and sharp-tongued, Dio spends much of his time among the mortal rabble, and has picked up a few of their habits; but being immortal, he tries not to get too attached.

name: Dio(nysus), Bacchus, Bromius, Liber, Cisseus

alias: Dio Theoinos (usually)

pronouns: he/him (usually)

pantheon: Greek, Roman

familial status: Youngest of the Olympians (two uncles, one father, the Bitch, two aunts, two sisters, a sister-aunt-why are you trying to dissect ancient myth here?, two brothers—it’s actually quite a lot.)

age: Immortal

residence: New York City, New York; Los Angeles, California; Naxos, Greece; Olympus; wherever story demands

martial status: Widowed* Single

orientation: a bisexual disaster

face: Alan Cumming (Dio & most variants)

build: Svelt

height: 5’10” (sometimes up to 6′8″ For Dramatic Effect™️)

hair: Changes with the day. He prefers keeping dark hair or going “distinguished” grey.

eyes: Merlot. (It’s a wine thing.)

postive: philanthropic (…well, to a greater degree than the rest of his family), creative, artistic, loyal, individualistic, (relatively) open-minded, readily accepting, etc.

negative: arrogant, conceited, self-important, self-righteous, pompous, egotistical, narcissistic, fickle, non-committal…the list goes on.

*According to myth, Dionysus married the mortal woman Ariadne of Crete…but, unable to bear the grief of separation from her love, Theseus of Athens, she died. Or ascended to heaven. The story’s a little split on that one. Dio…doesn’t like thinking of himself as “widowed”.

myers-briggs

ENFP: The Campaigner.

extraverted, intuitive, feeling, prospecting, turbulent

Strengths: curious, observant, energetic & enthusiastic, excellent communicator, knows how to relax, very popular & friendly

Weaknesses: poor practical skills, difficulty focusing, overthinks things, gets stressed easily, highly emotional, independent to a fault

moral alignment

Chaotic Good: “The Rebel”

combines a good heart with a free spirit

[tamedstray]

Name Vigor Kovach

Age 36

Race Human

Sex/gender Male/cis

Height 6’

Class Rogue (Assassin), later Ranger

Sexuality Heterosexual (bi curious)

Illithid-infected Yes

APPEARANCE

Tall, but not imposing at 6ft. Fair skin and wheat-gold hair. Warm brown eyes carry an innocence to them, with a thin blue stripe in the centre of his left eye. Despite keeping his hair and beard fairly short, they still manage to be in a constant state of disarray; except for his moustache, which is impeccably neat with pointed ends. He often wears a large red coat over his armour, soft with age and frays around the lapels. Despite his storied life, Vigor does not have many scars, but the largest of which is one thick cut across his collarbone that trails down towards his chest. He is embarrassed by the scars he got as an assassin. His brothers all have a cut along the palm of their sword-hand, which is on the left for Vigor.

PERSONALITY

The first thing people tend to notice when speaking to Vigor is his formalities. There is an eloquence to his deep drawl. He finds comfort in manners as it helps him compose himself, giving form to the high-strung man. When he’s nervous, he stammers. For every bit that Vigor cares, he worries in equal measure. He has the sincerity to care for people he barely knows until he worries himself sick. Vigor genuinely just wants to help, born out of his unique upbringing and his burden of guilt. He’s not wholly naive, but tries to give people the benefit of the doubt. His loneliness is easy to manipulate. He is disciplined to an almost neurotic degree. Afraid to upset people or listen to his gentle heart. So deathly afraid of falling into the past that he does not trust himself, making him doubt any decisions that aren’t about surviving to the next day, living adrift in the woods with no one to share his grief with.

With time and support, he learns to become more confident. He longs to be free from his past and enjoy a quiet life in the woods. When he is comfortable around someone, a more playful side emerges. His childhood restrained and restricted, he enjoys the freedom to let loose.

Myers-Briggs INFJ-T

Central themes Will you ever be free of guilt? Is it too late to change? Who might you have become if you had the love and support you needed, rather than the 'love' you were given?

HISTORY

Vigor was unwanted. When he was born his mother left, leaving him in the care of his father Dmetry, a man who had little to offer the boy. His father was a poacher, able to hunt just enough for the two of them with little to spare to trade for bread and vegetables. Vigor grew into his clothes until they fell apart. When the hunting shack started to rot he was barely old enough to hold a bow, let alone make use of it. The boy clung on to blankets for warmth as if they were his own mother.

There was nothing left to give, so Dmetry made a choice. He found a nobleman living in the Upper City of Baldur’s Gate willing to offer the boy a home. There he could learn to read, to fight, everything Vigor desperately needed and more.

Vigor was one of four boys taken in by Irnvar. The children earned their keep through not only daily chores but rigorous education. Hobbies were only permitted in the pursuit of making the boys seem like children of noble birth. They did not know why they had to become men so young, but they owed Irnvar everything.

As the boys got older, they knew that Irnvar had plans for them, they just didn’t know what until the oldest turned eighteen. Kazimir was first, and with it the plan was revealed. Irnvar, a godly and righteous man, needed the boys to help enact his will on the wicked and the unworthy. Posing as noble gentlemen, the boys would find doors open up for them— doors to parties, doors to apartments, doors to boudoirs, all perfect positions to strike.

For over ten years, Vigor was convinced that he was doing what was necessary for the good of Baldur’s Gate. Killing corrupt nobles, men who would see the city fall to ruin, or who supposedly beat their staff. Only people who, according to Irnvar, needed to die. It is only when Vigor meets Gortash that he starts to accept that he has been used and misled. Enver, despite being a putrid man rotten to his very core, did not deserve to die. None of them deserved to die.

Vigor spares him before confronting Irnvar who attempts to kill him. Vigor manages to flee the city and disappear into the woods. At age twenty-nine, he begins his new life. He wanders the sword coast trying to be a better man, learning to survive on his own whilst helping people out as best he can.

The years pass but the pain lingers. One day he wakes up on a nautiloid and into an uncertain future.

[degeneraunt]

Drew mine and @bobabooba 's Whitney designs hanging out together.

They had some interesting things to say for Myer

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

Hiiii! I really like your writing, and I also just saw you’ve had a couple people saying about you writing this stuff for ‘minors’ and I saw your responses, I’ve started having a couple people like that and i was just wondering do you usually interact with them or just like block and move on?

also it’s like. jenna ortega and emma myers are the youngest at 20 years old, when I write sure I’m writing for the character but I’m picturing this 20 year old woman basically? annoying

hi sweets!! thank you for reading my stuff<33

i'm not really into blocking people and i try to respond to everyone, no matter the subject

people not liking me aging characters up is their own problem, so they should just block me instead of trying to have a whole ass discussion over it. all of them are anon in my damn asks, what's the problem? go message me, speak up bitches, you wanna fight let's fight lmao

but yeah, that's /j obviously, i don't wanna fight over shit. people should just START BLOCKING ME TO AVOID SEEING MY CONTENT. everyone is so self-righteous they just can't block and move on. JUST LIKE MY EXES UGH

[spookieloverslittlemind]

Petnames you call them…

includes: Michael Myers, Pinhead, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Sun and Moon (fnaf), Marta (Outlast 2)

Michael

He doesn’t tend to react differently to any petnames you call him, even for the very first time, but somehow he always knows you’re referring to him. Michael, Mike, Mickey, Mick- you called him Mickey Mouse once and he just stood there with his typical -_- and you laughed your way to an asthma attack. If you’re looking for a guaranteed head-tilt-to-the-side-like-a-puppy reaction, any variation of “pookie” will do it. Pookie, pooks, shmookums, the more sickly sweet and oddly fitting to The Shape, the better.

Pinhead

Does not tolerate being called “pincushion” when cuddling so stop doing it. Also does not tolerate being called “cheese” when he takes some of his pins out of his face and you can see the holes in his skin. Prefers the more casual petnames like “babe”, “love”, “handsome” because when compared to his more flowery and poetic language, Pinhead enjoys the simplicity of those terms coming from you.

Brahms

You KNOW this mf loves any petname that babies him, including “baby”. Anything sweet and endearing - including literally calling him “sweet” - like “beloved”, “angel”, “pretty boy”, “sweet boy”, and even “handsome man” because he will PREEN under your praise.

Art

Likes it when you call him silly but sweet things: your “favourite clown”, “court jester”, “silly boy” - he likes when you call him yours, especially. Because Art cant speak, he appreciates when you reciprocate his sign language and gestures just as much as he does your petnames, if not more; Art likes when you flick his nose after he’s flicked yours, when you beckon him over with a gesture like he does to you. Communications that are only understood between the two of you.

Sun and Moon

These two are pretty self-explanatory: they like petnames that are synonymous with them. Sun likes to be called “sundrop”, “sunshine”, “sunbeam”, “light of my life”, “rainbow”; Moon likes to be called “moondrop”, “moonlight”, “star”, “starlight”, “lucky star”, etc. The closer it is to their names and the more creative it is, the more they’ll enjoy the petname!

Marta

None of your typical petnames apply here, and you have to be careful what you call Marta if not her name. She does not like flowery petnames or cutesy ones, or flirty ones because those are sinful - if you call her “angel”, she might actually kill you - but she does like compliments, so it’s probably best you stick to those. Calling her “strong”, “righteous”, “God’s trusted and humble servant”, those will all go down well. You’re walking on eggshells testing out new petnames, too. Sometimes she will scoff but yield to you calling her “pretty”, because in her heart Marta is just a girl <3

[autumnbrambleagain]

manno the mythic paths in Pathfinder Wrath of Righteous being all so deeply tied to alignment just... kinda really sucks

i know you get wiggleroom but the stories really don't mesh? you can be off-alignment for the path but the story really expects you to be playing as a stereotype of the alignment only

my idea is playing as a draconic bloodline sorcerer who really wants to be a dragon. big ego cruel to enemies, generous to allies. there's really no path that fits. there's no ALIGNMENT that fits.

i pick the option to torture and torment enemies and while i'm NICE to my allies it's in the sense of "these are useful tools, and being nice to them makes them happy"

which is... somehow... "neutral neutral" behavior because the alignment system has the complexity of a myers-briggs personality test on uquiz

azata is fun, but it wants you to be like... like, fuck, you get a literal artists collective and i've lived in nyc ive been around those kind of people i don't really LIKE them. it's SUPER big on freedom but playing as a dragon my motivation is more "freedom for ME, maybe for you" so azata doesn't really FIT

but then what? rage demon? being literally so evil your good companions abandon you? but i don't want to be the cartoon villain

definitely not angel or aeon, which is lawful good and lawful lawful repsectively. what, trickster? tempted! but half of its powers are beer jokes and while i love the high-grade meta bullshit, taking the piss out of the entire adventure and turning everyone into drunks is... not? what i'm after? why does it all have to be about beer. why is everyone drunk. that's dumb. that's even further from what i'm after. i want trickster as "metafictional entity subverting its story" more than "remember webcomics from 2002?"

lich? you literally gotta kill everyone.

swarm? uh.

legend? sure, but you can't do that until the end.

oh, duh! gold dragon. that's already being a dragon and you're trying to--oh it's about redemption and salvation and being good and--oh. and you can only do it at the end of the game?

the lack of mythic paths that are like... not neutral as in "i maintain neutrality in all things" but more "this occurs independent of alignment" is so frustrating

because it expects you to EMBODY the alignment as you BECOME an outsider of that alignment elementally but like, , ,

so now i'm playing as an asshole domineering dragon who is... the embodiment of freedom and 20-something-year-old nyc artists because there was nothing closer to what i wanted.

and it's like. what? why.

alignment, in general, really sucks. it leads you to ask the question "is this how my alignment would act" instead of "is this how my character would act"

to say nothing of the fact that it trained a generation of children who became adults thinking "well... i'm obviously Good, so everything i do is good. my enemies are Evil, so they're always evil, and everything associated with them is evil."

and it's just. propagated this insane christian artifact into athiest nerd culture and now look at how society's looped back around.

good job gygax

[makcitpink]

meet flora adams.

basics.

✿ name: flora adams ✿ age: twenty-five ✿ gender: cis female (she/her pronouns) ✿ species: fairy ✿ abilities: beauty manipulation, aesthetic manipulation, & spell-casting. ✿ inspiration: flora from sleeping beauty

appearance.

✿ height: 5'5", give or take. ✿ build: slim ✿ hair color: dark, dark brown -- almost black ✿ eye color: dark brown ✿ style: feminine and fresh, but with a refined quality to it that makes it clear that she's very intentional in her stylistic choices. lots of pink. ✿ face claim: zaria simone

personality.

✿ positive traits: responsible, adroit, nurturing, kindhearted, assertive, generous, empathetic, meticulous, sagacious, practical. ✿ negative traits: sanctimonious, rigid, blunt, obstinate, self-righteous, opinionated, finicky, bossy, uncompromising. ✿ myers-briggs type: estj ✿ aesthetics: the sheen of delicate satin, a rose garden in full bloom, the ancient ache of duty upon the shoulders of atlas, always having a plan... and a backup plan... and even more backup plans, holy water and hellfire dealt in equal doses, a ten-step self-care routine, the safety of returning home after a long day, the freshness of a brand new pointe shoe, shelves full of cosmetics and skincare products, seeing beauty in even the most ordinary of places. ✿ likes: floral perfumes, the color pink (obviously), pilates classes, bubble baths, the earthy smell of fresh soil, beauty influencers, shimmery cosmetics, matching leg warmers and leotards, the smell of fresh-baked bread, chocolate covered strawberries, gardening, herbal tea. ✿ dislikes: mess & disorder, not being listened to or respected (and not getting her way, tbh), cargo pants (why? just why?), black coffee, being put off of her normal routines, scorching weather, silver jewelry, spiders & other creepy-crawlies, oversleeping.

about.

✿ from the outside looking in, flora typically comes off as a natural leader and voice of reason. there never seems to be a situation she can't handle, no surprise that she hasn't already made plans a through z for, and no setback that impedes her enough to keep her from what she's set her mind to. the reality of that perception, admittedly, isn't entirely off the mark. she's capable and even-tempered, in control of her emotions and more than confident in her ability to face whatever challenge winds up in her path. ✿ she fancies herself a "fixer", and is always the first to volunteer in solving problems and helping others get their lives together – even if they don't necessarily ask for that help. some may call it 'nosy' or 'pushy', but flora prefers the word 'altruistic.' ✿ that being said, she really truly does have a deep, deep care for the wellbeing of others that is crystal clear in almost every interaction she has with others. she's a natural nurturer - a mother hen, if you will - and she won't hesitate to tuck lost souls in need of some affection under her wing. ✿ flora is slow to anger and truly dislikes few, but once you've gotten her there? that's for life. as warm as she is with others, she can hold a mean grudge and is a pro at giving a cold, indifferent shoulder to those that find themselves in the unlucky position of being on her blacklist. ✿ as much of a fan of beauty as she is, it's not surprising that flora cares a lot about her personal aesthetics. her space is never less than immaculate and perfectly decorated, her stylistic choices well-thought through and always coordinated, and her self-care routine is down to a science. perhaps that makes her a bit of a perfectionist (her picture's probably right next to that word in the dictionary, tbh) but she'd never be anywhere near as critical of others as she is of herself. ✿ bossiness is her biggest vice, and she definitely can tend to be pushy – particularly with those she feels especially close to! ✿ dance is chief among flora's hobbies, and along with the joy of passing that love along to others, it makes her job that much more fulfilling. ✿ as eager as she is to jump in and help others, she isn't as good at taking that help for herself. flora's got some serious control issues, and part of that means she takes every measure to ensure that she never comes off as anything less than self-possessed. frustration? sadness? stress? those aren't emotions that she deals well with, and she chooses to bottle them up and tuck them far, far out of view to prevent them from being an impedance.

[simonhbishop]

COVAIRECITYRP TASK 004: ❝  BACK TO BASICS ❞

FULL NAME: Simon Henry Bishop AGE/DOB: 51. December 1st, 1971. HEIGHT: 1m92 / 6'3" WEIGHT: 187lbs / 85kg ETHNICITY: Caucasian / half British, half Canadian GENDER: cis-male HAIR: dark brown EYES: blue SCARS: couples left from hunter weaponry, or his childhood TATTOOS: two full sleeves tattoos (photos) PIERCINGS: none LANGUAGES: english, french, spanish. EDUCATION: college OCCUPATION: master carpenter, owner of Bishop Carpentry SEXUAL IDENTIFICATION: heteroflexible ROMANTIC IDENTIFICATION: heteroromantic, possibly polyamorous TEMPERAMENT:  THE IDEALIST. C-S-D (Melancholy-Phlegmatic-Choleric) The Idealist is unique because the Choleric temperament has strong influence on their behavior. The combination of Melancholy-Phlegmatic-Choleric urges this person to “push” their ideal standards to perfection. The Idealist is a systematic, precise thinker and will follow procedures in both their business and personal life. They are attentive to detail and push to have things done correctly, according to predetermined standards (usually their own). They are conscientious in work requiring accuracy and maintaining high, sometimes unrealistic, standards. They normally behave in a diplomatic manner except when it comes to deviating from standards they have accepted. They can then be very forceful in insisting the “right way” be followed. They are not socially active, preferring privacy. They tend to have difficulty in relationships because they are rigid and maintain high standards. They make decisions slowly because of collecting and analyzing information until they are sure of the best course of action. To be highly motivated they need a structured environment with clear rules and procedures, time to organize, collect information, think and the freedom to develop a plan. MYERS BRIGGS TYPE: INFJ-A (Advocate). Advocates are quiet visionaries, often serving as inspiring and tireless idealists. MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good (84%). What is normally taken as pure good. You will uphold any righteous laws, but put morality and ethics above any human made code or law. You might serve a higher spirit, or be a knight. If you are working for an evil villain, chances are you either think they are good or are doing it due to blackmail or hostages.

FAVORITE FOOD: meat pie, shepherd's pie, maple syrup, kobe steak. FAVORITE DRINK: port, amber rum FAVORITE BRAND: none FAVORITE PLACE: his home workshop FAVORITE HOBBY: cabinetmaking, sewing, drawing, hiking, writing. FAVORITE ARTIST: none. FAVORITE MUSICIAN: Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, Guns n’ Roses, Aerosmith, Queen, Eurythmics, Tina Turner. FAVORITE TV SHOW: just about anything on HGTV, La casa de papel (currently watching). FAVORITE MOVIE: Excalibur, The last Unicorn, The Crow, Young Guns, Akira. FAVORITE BOOK: none. FAVORITE SCENT: wood shaving, petrichor (specifically in the forest) FAVORITE COLOUR: dark blue FAVORITE TEXTURE: wood, cashmere, wool. FAVORITE PERSON: none.

LIST FIVE THINGS THEY LIKE: working with wood, sex, his house, cooking, hiking. LIST FIVE THINGS THEY DISLIKE: when people figure out that he used to be of higher rank, violence against children, being judged for his age, botched manual work, one-nightstand assuming they’re fuck buddies. PET PEEVE: people deliberately botching their work (laziness). PERSONALITY TYPES THEY PREFER: hard worker, rational, open-minded, independent, mature. PERSONALITY TYPES THEY AVOID: close-minded, arrogant, childish, demanding, attention seeking. ACHILLES HEEL: children in need of help. LIST THREE THINGS THEY LIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: his skills with wood, being a wolf, his attentive nature. LIST THREE THINGS THEY DISLIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: always feeling lost since his exile, his internal war between wanting to grow closer to people vs wanting to keep people at arm length, his Achilles heel FASHION STYLE: casual when he’s working (or at home relaxing), or casual chic. LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY PREFER: g-whiz, face down doggy. LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY AVOID: none really, he likes experimenting.