#myself included but...not all unicorns and rainbows...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just the Two of Us: Table for Two

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you meet someone you never expect at the grocery store.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“It’s not exactly coffee,” Steve says as he sits across from you, setting down a cup before you. “Pumpkin cream, special delivery.” 

“Oh, sorry, I guess I should’ve mentioned. I don’t do much caffeine. It makes me jittery,” you explain. 

“That’s fine. I don’t have it very often. Don’t really need it...” he flicks the side of his own cup. “The serum, you know.” 

“Serum...” you say. 

“Oh, uh, it was the stuff they gave me to make me the way I am,” he sits back, pressing his palm against the cup. 

“Right, right, sorry. I guess I forgot.” 

“Forgot?” He echoes. 

“Yeah, I mean, just that... I mean yeah, you’re Captain America but I just... I guess...” you can’t quite organize your thoughts. “Also, you’re Steve, the guy who is sworn enemies with self-checkout machines.” 

“Wow, we’re already joking about that?” His brows arch. 

“No, no, I’m not joking,” you say with a sly bat of your lashes. 

“Huh, you’re not as nice as you look, are you?” He clucks. 

“I have been taught to respect my elders so I’ll just agree,” you say. 

He stares at you and for a moment, you think you’ve gone too far. His blue eyes stick to you, pale yet vibrant, and his jaw is chiseled and perfect. You gulp. 

He laughs before you can apologise, He shakes his head, “you got me. If you hadn’t swooped in to help this geriatric, I’d still be fighting that scanner.” 

“Well, I got a leg up. I used to stand behind one of those daily. I’m sure if I was given a shield, I couldn’t do much with it,” you grin. 

You lift your cup and blow over it, taking a sip of the cream. Mm. The spices aren’t too strong or anything. 

“Maybe not but there’s all sorts of ways to save people. To help them,” he says. 

“I guess,” you agree and look around. “This place is nice. You been here before?” 

“Nope. Gotta be honest, I try to keep to myself. Public places aren’t exactly--” 

“Oh my god, I knew it!” A shrill squawk makes you flinch. A girl appears in a pair of thick-framed glasses like cat eyes, tugging along another by her wrist. They look about your age but colourful. She sports a rainbow jacket as her friend wears a polka dot dress. Their accessories are all novelties from various nostalgic sci-fi shows. 

“Captain,” the woman salutes. She is an adult after all, yet you feel she’s a bit childish in the way she stands agog of the man across from you. 

“Hi,” the other waves shyly. 

You hide behind your cup. You feel like an intruder on the moment. And you can tell by the tic in Steve’s cheek that he’s uncomfortable. Still, he turns to them and smiles. 

“Hello, how are you?” He asks. 

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” the girl in the rainbow jacket fans herself, “we’re like your biggest fans. I can’t believe you’re here.” 

The other one giggles. 

“Would you like me to sign something--” 

“Can we get a picture? She blusters over him.  

He keeps his picturesque smile and nods. He stands as the girl looks at you, “hey, you, do you wanna like, take our photo?” 

You blanch but get up. Steve glances at you with a glint of concern, “you don’t have to--” 

“I don’t mind,” you assure him as she hands over her cell. “Everyone squeeze in.” 

You step away from the table and aim the lens at the them. The unicorn horn on the phone case makes it difficult to angle. Steve stands between them as they flutter with joy. 

“Now say cheese,” you say. You click a few frames and lower the phone, “here, think I got some good ones.” 

You give the woman back her phone and she greedily checks the pictures. She squeals and shows the other. Steve sits as you go to join him at the table. 

“So, like, are you dating her?” The rainbow-adorned woman bats her eyes behind her lenses. “Because I heard you were with Sharon Carter and you two broke up on your last mission.” 

“Jamie,” the other girl whispers. 

“Sharon’s a work colleague. And a professional,” Steve insists, kind but blunt. “You two have a great day. It was nice to meet you.” 

“I don’t believe you,” she insists. 

He dips his chin and shrugs, “well, then I’m sure I can’t say much to convince you.” 

“So, you were dating,” she accuses. 

“Excuse me,” you intone. “Hi,” you give a small wave from your side of the table, “I’m not trying to be rude but we were in the middle of a conversation.” 

Steve says your name quietly, “you don’t gotta--” 

The girl raises her phone and snaps a picture of you before you can say anything else. Then she takes a step back and takes one of both of you. You frown as Steve stands. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” 

“No one ever told me you were an asshole,” she sneers. “And a liar. I’m going to put this all over Tiktok. And Insta.” 

Your heart races as you stare at her phone case. That was so strange and uncalled for. “Can you please delete that?” 

Your voice is drowned out by her rant about her socials. Steve crosses his arms, “I’m telling you to leave, right now.” 

“Oh, Captain, what are you going to do?” She sticks her tongue out. 

“Please delete it,” you say again, still unheard. 

“Now,” he growls. 

The girl’s taunting smirk falls from her lips. Her friend yanks on her arm and they both flee. You stare after them, mortified. You hide behind your hands as you measure your breaths. It’s fine. A long shot. You’re just paranoid. 

“You okay? I’m so sorry. I shoulda warned you,” he says. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just... I don’t really... go online. Like I don’t share my picture,” you lower your hands slowly. “She didn’t even ask.” 

“I’m sure she has all of five followers,” he scoffs, “hey,” he reaches across the table. “You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I can’t--” you exhale and rein in your nerves. “That happen a lot?” 

He shrugs. 

“Wow. I couldn’t do that. I already knew you were brave but that is a lot. And you were so nice, despite that attitude,” you shake your head. Suddenly you realise why he was so uptight when you recognised him earlier. 

“Thanks for trying to help,” he says, “it’s a habit of yours, isn’t it?” 

“Big help I was,” you tut. 

“Well, if you weren’t here, it would’ve been awful but it’s not so bad.” He smiles as he considers you, “you told them to go away so nicely and you didn’t have to.” 

“Yeah, I’m not one for confrontation but that was pretty intense.” You say. 

“I should keep you around,” he chirps. “Like a bodyguard or something.” 

You laugh, “okay, now you’re making fun of me.” 

[7-ate-9]

I love Isabella Garcia-Shapiro for so many reasons.

She’s Hispanic AND Jewish, which is awesome. She canonically celebrates Chanukah and eats both Hispanic and Jewish cuisine.

But more importantly, she shows little girls that you don’t have to be masculine to be strong. Isabella wears pink and wears a bow and a dress, she very much likes boys, and she loves things like ponies and unicorns and rainbows. But she also is a Fireside Girl. She is a strong girl who shows up adult men in strength and brains. She shows little girls and kids in general that you can be feminine and like “girly” things but still be strong and be a leader. She’s an independent thinker and she comes up with great ideas. Even as a cartoon character in a kids’ show from 2008, she passes the Bechdel test. She’s smart and independent and shows kids that girls can be feminine but also strong and smart and a leader.

So many characters show that girls can only have those qualities if they abandon all feminine traits entirely. You can’t be strong if you like pink and dolls and ponies and rainbows. Every girl I know went through a phase where they detested all things ‘girly,’ including myself. I hated pink and purple and sparkly, I hated dolls and anything bright, and I detested dresses and makeup. I thought those things made a girl weak. Everything I saw only had strong girls and women wearing dark clothes, wearing pants, with short hair or putting their hair up, with deep voices and bad attitudes, being rude and heartless. All girls see this and, at least in my experience, come to believe that they can’t like feminine things if they want to be strong.

Isabella is not like that. Isabella is the strongest character in Phineas and Ferb, but she’s also the most feminine. She loves rainbows and unicorns. Her room is pink. Her wardrobe is pink. She only wears dresses and skirts. She has a high-pitched voice. But she’s extremely capable of outwitting and beating boys. She’s still incredibly kind and confident. She’s caring, but she’s still strong.

If there’s one thing about Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, it’s that she shows little girls that femininity and strength are not exclusive, and in fact can be most effective when used together.

[fernthewhimsical]

Unicorn Crystals

Here is a list of some crystals associated with Unicorns. Under the cut I have included more info, as well as where the link to unicorns comes from.

Unicorn Stone (lepidolite and pink tourmaline)

Lepidolite

Kunzite

Ametrine

Girasol

Selenite

Pink Amethyst

Opalite

Peridot

Clear Quartz

Peacock Ore

Rainbow Moonstone

Golden Healer

Golden Rutilized Quartz

Unicorn Crystals

Unicorn Stones

Also called: Unicorn Crystal, Pegmatite, Lepidolite and tourmaline Unicorn stone is lepidolite with pink tourmaline in pegmatite, often with (smokey) quartz to bind them together. Hardness: Unknown, tourmaline is 7.0 – 7.5, while quartz is 7.0 How to identify it: A purple stone with pink flecks, either completely purple and pink, or set within white. Important safety information: None Magical associations/uses: Unicorn energy, connecting other realms, intuition, brings joy, gently calming, self love, balance between mind and body, good for meditation, cleansing, attracting positivity Sources connecting it to unicorns: myself

Lepidolite

Also called: Lithium glimmer Hardness: 2.5 – 3.0 mohs, tumbled stones and the like are often combined with quartz, making them more durable How to identify it: Soft purple and pink opaque stone. It has mica in it so it shimmers gently, especially in its raw form. Important safety information: Raw lepidolite can split easily, because it is built up of layers of mica Magical associations/uses: Unicorn energy, pleasant dreams, brings joy, helps set and keep boundaries, gently calming, self love, authenticity, discovering magical talents Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix, and Unicorn Magic by Tess Whitehurst

Kunzite

Also called: Lilac spodumene Hardness: 6.5 – 7.0 mohs How to identify it: Transparent stone in a very subtle pink to lilac colour. The way you look through this stone determines what colour you see. It is pleochroistic, when looked through it length wise the colour will look purple, when looked through it side wise it is pink to transparent. Important safety information: Fades in sunlight Magical associations/uses: Love and dedication in all its forms, heals heartache, brings vitality and youthfulness, helps against stage-fright, brings creativity and new ideas Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix, and Unicorn Magic by Tess Whitehurst

Ametrine

Also called: Trystine, Bolivianite (in the past) Hardness: 7.0 mohs How to identify it: A natural mix of amethyst and citrine, this is a transparent crystal in (deep) purple and yellow Important safety information: Fades in sunlight Magical associations/uses: Intuition, sense of calm and control, creativity, new ideas, steadfastness, brings joy, concentration, harmony between spirituality and intellect, contentment, helps stay happy even in adversity Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix

Girasol

Also called: girasol opal, water opal Hardness: 5.0 – 6.0 How to identify it: Girasol is a type of transparent (hyalite) opal with a blue light or sheen that follows the light source. Important safety information: Can fade in sunlight, do not clean in water Magical associations/uses: Protection, brings joy, optimism, love of life, authenticity, creativity, stimulates interest in art and appreciation for beauty, love, passion, inner peace, insight into the subconscious, making new friends Sources connecting it to unicorns: myself

Selenite

Also called: Satin spar, Desert rose, Gypsum flower, Maria glass (transparent selenite) Hardness: 2.0 mohs How to identify it: Selenite is a crystalline form of gypsum stone. It comes in different colours: white, yellow, orange, red, and transparent. It is semi-opaque and has a satiny sheen. Important safety information: Chips and breaks easily, dissolves in water Magical associations/uses: Moon magic, unicorn energy (especially carved spirals), lunar unicorn energy, magic, positivity, intuition, journeying, cleansing, meditation, divination, calming, rest. Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix, Unicorn Magic by Kitty Bishop, Diane Cooper

Pink Amethyst

Hardness: 7.0 mohs How to identify it: A transparent to semi-transparent crystal in an earthy, dusty pink colour. A newly discovered stone, this was first mined in 2019 in Patagonia, Argentina. Pink amethyst gets it dusty pink colour from the inclusion of hematite, where rose quartz gets it from the inclusion of titatium, iron, and manganese. Therefor pink amethyst is closer to regular amethyst than any other quartz, but it’s power softer and closer to earth. Important safety information: Fades in sunlight Magical associations/uses: Love, the heart, relieves stress, compassion, empathy, emotional balance, self love, self-confidence, intuition. Sources connecting it to unicorns: myself

Opalite

Also called: Opal (this is false), Opaline Hardness: 5.0 mohs How to identify it: Milky white, translucent stone with blue or pink hues. It almost resembles the unicorn’s iridescent coat. Important safety information: None, it is glass Magical associations/uses: Tranquility, softness, water, healing, inner wisdom, communication Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix

Peridot

Hardness: 6.0 – 7.0 mohs How to identify it: A transparent stone in a bright spring green, often only available in small stones Important safety information: Can fade in sunlight Magical associations/uses: Brings joy, self-confidence, opens the heart to love, also of the self, abundance, prosperity, connecting with nature, connecting with the Fair Folk (and therefore unicorns), compassion, promotes kindness, empathy, strengthens your self worth, inner feeling of warmth and contentment “like sitting in the sun on a spring day” Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix

Clear Quartz

Also called: Mountain quartz, Mountain crystal Hardness: 7.0 mohs How to identify it: A transparent and clear quartz stone, sometimes with cracks that can reflect rainbows like a prism. Important safety information: None Magical associations/uses: Strengthens any working, brings clarity, cleansing, meditation, healing, hopefulness, programmable stone, conducts and channels energy, concentration, protection Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix, Unicorn Magic by Tess Whitehurst, Unicorn Magic by Kitty Bishop, Diane Cooper

Peacock Ore

Hardness: 3-3.25 mohs How to identify it: A sulfite mineral with a copper base and iridescent hue. The texture is rough. The iridescent hue is a natural occurrence due to copper, iron, and sulphur, so it is not man made. Important safety information: None Magical associations/uses: Working galaxy magic, spiritual journeying, self-confidence and self-esteem, pride workings Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix

Rainbow Moonstone

Hardness: 6.0 mohs How to identify it: White translucent stone with a blue opalescent flash. Sometimes with black specks in it as well. Important safety information: None Magical associations/uses: Moon magic, lunar unicorn energy, magic in general, calmness, uplifting, dream work, spiritual growth, connect with your inner self Sources connecting it to unicorns: mentioned in Llewellyn’s little book of Unicorns by Angela A. Wix, and Unicorn Magic by Tess Whitehurst

Golden Healer

Also called: limonite quartz Hardness: 7.0 mohs How to identify it: A clear quartz with a natural golden yellow colour. It gets its colour from the amount of iron inside the quartz, and the colour can range from yellow to dark brown Important safety information: None Magical associations/uses: Sun magic, solar unicorn energy, healing, creativity, inspiration, courage, seeing the truth, prosperity, freedom, contentment, bring joy and energy Sources connecting it to unicorns: myself

Golden Rutilized Quartz

Also called: Rutile in quartz, sagenite Hardness: 7.0 mohs How to identify: A clear quartz with inclusions of golden needle-like strands, almost looking like unicorn hair. Important safety information: None Magical associations/uses: Sun magic, solar unicorn energy, hope, confidence, courage, growth, strengthens spirituality, cheerful energy, independence, self love, healing, protection, setting and keeping boundaries, inspiration, motivation, abundance

[cookiekitkat8484]

dipper hcs

This is super long, like 2000 words super long because i have a huge hyperfixation and cringe culture is dead. he reminds me of me and my friends/family so i have a million ideas. split into topics for reading convenience

low 20s, autistic, bi + demi with a preference for women, ftm. I totally understand people disliking ftm dipper because of stan and mabel making fun of his masculinity and it would be shitty in canon but this is my post so i make the rules bitch and am pretending that never happened. None of this is ship stuff. I imagine him to basically look like the lovley art in this post.  

shares an apartment with mabel in portland, completely full of nerd memorabilia, stacks of boardgames, mabels diys, a conspiracy corkboard, and arts & crafts materials 

works in a bar/arcade where wendy bartends, calls soos and fidds when he needs help fixing machines

pet ferret called pippin

started his own journal 

pacificas plus one to her prissy rich person events, sit in the corner and shit talk

carries around fidget toys, was too embarrassed till mabel convinced him (partially because his pens kept exploding everywhere)

has protective runes tattooed 

mabel talks about astrology to be annoying, is baited into getting mad and rambling about how modern astrology is fake and a scam every single time

nervous driver, doesnt have a car but is sometimes driven by mabel in her heavily adorned funmobile; worries about her "enthusiastic" driving

helps mabel dye her hair after a three am hair emergency, got really good and started bleaching pacificas till she decided to chop it and grow it out natural (refused money from her parents after moving out), which used to be the ultimate gossip sessions

joint problems and pain, god awful posture

one sided beef with all of mabels partners till they “prove themselves”

doesnt believe in cooking like he (mainly) used to not believe in laundry

punched someone for making fun of mabel, got beat up so mabel kicked their asses (thank you stan and wendy for her "training")

only social media is reddit, an instagram account made and run by pacifica, youtube, and a tumblr on nerd/mystery stuff 

only has tumblr bc candy convinced him in like 2014 then he succumbed to the brain rott, they're mutuals and make weird references no one else gets, personalises blog extensively via html/css, had a brief superwholock phase in 2015 (fight me)

coded mabels laptop into a custom 2000s esc blinged out hellscape she made in graphic design class, got her rgb stuff bc she likes rainbows and he thinks its funny

occasionally clashes with mabel bc shes sensory seeking and he gets sensory overload

pacifica takes him clothes shopping bc otherwise he will literally never buy new clothes, sometimes go thrifting with mabel the thrift god

mildly dyslexic and in denial

needs glasses but usually wears contacts because he finds them annoying then forgets to take them out

wears glasses when he misses the grunkles

Sugar addict like mabel and their pantry shows it 

Best nerd shirt collection, like, that's all he wears

Gets into online arguments way too much for no reason 

Mabel makes like ten different protective friendship bracelets with unicorn hair so he could have options, just wears all of them at once

uni

journalism major with a minor in computer science 

takes history, pure maths, and film units as electives 

member/helps run the clubs for DnD [DD&MD], MTG, Warhammer, and scifi & fantasy appreciation

founder and president of the uni cryptozoology, supernatural, aliens, and occult society (CSACS)

gets ford to proof read his writing/math and fidds his code

attends lectures for units hes not even enrolled in for fun

has gotten into multiple arguments with professors, including ones that dont even teach him 

has read theory (all people who’ve read theory are annoying including myself)

hobbies

goes to cons with mabel, she helps with (/mainly makes for him) matching cosplays to fill the trick or treating void

once met spock and kirks actors and got so excited he passed out so mabel took pics of him on the floor next to them and she thinks its the funniest thing to ever exist

DMs multiple online DnD [DD&MD] and ttrpgs groups, 3.5e truther

competes in MTG tournaments 

does karaoke night with mabel and the gals atleast once a month, sometimes brings pacifica 

goes to the renaissance fair with the squad where him, mabel, ford, and soos all dress up and get super into character with melony; wendy and stan take shrooms and go to watch the sword fighting 

listens to DnD podcasts 

ex band kid and still plays Sousaphone, often to mabels dismay 

obsessed with boardgames and hosts boardgame nights, always makes everyone play super overcomplicated ones then has to play monopoly when its stan and mabels choice

almost always wins boardgames and knows how every mechanic works, has only occasionally lost to ford (who is a sore loser lol)

has had risk games last multiple days after its only him and ford left

bonds with mabel and soos painting figures (warhammer, dnd, the usual) and embraces her covering hers in glitter and gems

goes ghost hunting, has a shit tone of real gear from ford and fidds and sometimes vlogs, quotes buzzfeed unsolved

secret AO3 account, caught grunkle stan writing dutches approves fics but both have sworn an oath of secrecy 

wendy taught him skateboarding, doesnt do tricks (uncoordinated as shit) but uses it as transport

broke bc he cant resist collectables 

made his own pc from scratch using parts he bought and custom ones made by fidds

goes to local band concerts with wendy and her gang including watching wendy play drums

Did debate in highschool, usually gets nervous doing public speaking but gets so invested he forgets; is second speaker

tech guy for productions mabel is in

games 

loves all strategy and puzzle games

fav games include fallout 1&2, nethack, xcom, civ, FTL, and dwarf fortress

ford and fidds play games they used to play before the portal accident with him eg. zork, MUD1, rouge, star trek, colossal cave adventure, and mystery house

plays portal 2 with ford and sometimes mabel

plays baldurs gate with mabel and she spent five hours doing character customisation, he plays wizard and she plays bard and both are total stereotypes

played lethal company and phasmophobia with mabel, soos, wendy, grenda, and candy (goes as expected) (lots of screaming)

BDG unravelled fan and grew up on matpat but cant play fnaf or ddlc bc giffany 

had a breakdown playing dark souls and started crying at 2am so mabel banned it permanently

spectacularly bad at rhythm games but will play with mabel anyway and she completely sweeps, esp in arcades and just dance

plays bishi bashi with the gang and have broken the machine multiple times

really good at retro arcade games, shares strats with soos and remembers all the combos for everything; helps kids beat levels at work

gets ford to help optimise game stats/teams/strats with the POWER OF MATHS !!!, has on occasion coded algorithms to assist 

forced everyone to play among us constantly for like three months straight

member of mabel, candy, and grendas chaotic nightmare of a minecraft server, usually offline and generally regrets it when he joins; more of a terraria guy

undertale kid

ports/emulates games himself, esp retro console stuff like old fire emblem, Zelda, earthbound

in the ace attorney fandom  

runs a server for online friends he plays games with

shows/movies

does annual lotr (extended edition) marathons with ford, mabel drifts in and out of watching because snacks and that legolas and arwin are both a “total smash” (elf apreciator)

loves all scifi, including classics like star trek, star wars, ext.

watches doctor who with mabel (shes a david tennant enjoyer) including the super old stuff, replies with one of the classic who doctors when people ask his fav and confuse them 

goes to old scifi/horror/fantasy rerun marathons, wendy joins depending on the films

watches scifi and mecha anime with soos and fidds, sometimes ford joins

loves evangelion, knows cruel angels thesis in japanese, lowkey a shinji kinnie and is bullied ruthlessly 

watches candys exquisite curation of 90s shoujo with her, mabel, and grenda; wont admit he gets super into it but has been caught doing sailor moon magical girl transformation poses 

watched madoka magica with the gals and was kuybey hater #1 from the start

never shuts the fuck up about theories and guesses the end of movies unless mabel smothers him with a pillow

hate watches conspiracy theory/ghost hunting shows with wendy bc theyre either laughably wrong or so close and totally missing the obvious, except this one random guy who was somehow spot on (like doug forcett in the good place) 

Made to watch all of twilight at a girls night because mabel (mostly) watched lotr, cant stop overthinking the insane lore implications which somehow get worse with every book fact mabel tells him (because what the fuck ???? the world building is batshit), him and candy keep periodically saying effervescent and bursting into hysterics to the others confusion

still quotes star wars bad lip readings with mabel

books

favs include hitchikers guide to the galaxy, discworld, lotr, do androids dream of electric sheep, earthsea, dune, and HP lovecraft esp cuthullu 

him and ford have both read the salmirilion and make it everyones problem

likes classic scifi and early cyberpunk, esp spec fic thats wacky or raises ethical questions to ponder with ford

loves sherlock homes and agatha christie, big who dunnit story fan

read good omens bc mabel likes the show (again, david tennant enjoyer) and its terry pratchet + neil gaiman, tries to get her to read the book for ages and eventually she listens to the audiobook

music

owns spirit phone on vinyl, made ford listen once and accidentally gave him flashbacks

likes lemon demon, TWERP, starbomb, NSP, tally hall, will wood, and other nerd bands 

they might be giants and potusa enjoyer

can and will recite the entirety of the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny at the drop of a hat

went through a midwest emo phase, still listens to csh

listens to vocaloid with candy; went to a concert with the gals and everyone learnt the dances, mabel decorated their light sticks 

always ends up belting [B]ABBA when drunk

Fav [B]ABBA songs are disco girl and under attack 

weezer defender, bullied by mabel and wendy

listens to math rock with ford while stan complains the time signatures and polyrhythms (though he’d never bother to learn the terms) give him a headache 

listens to game OSTs and chiptune stuff

mabel got him into musicals, knows the words to hamilton, bmc, and dear evan hansen, sing duets together

trans 

once forgot to take off a too small binder for like two days and fainted, mabel made him a custom one

short king, used to have hight dysphoria

mabel alters his pants bc mens trousers are evil for the transmasc gang

didnt shave ever when he first got his wiskers till pacifica staged an intervention 

forgot to tell stan he was trans till he got body hair and stan joked it was his genetics to thank, dipper responded he was lucky the T was actually effective

drinking/drugs

cant smoke weed or he gets suuuuper paranoid, only smoked once w wendy and tried to smoke more to calm down but just ended up greening hard

drinks alcoholic ginger beer and indie APIs wendy recommends, though shes more of a whisky and scotch

super low alcohol tolerance, doesnt drink often

drinks mabels own recipe cocktail monstrosities when she convinces him they wont get shitfaced, always ends up shitfaced because theyre 100% alcohol + sugar and mabels tolerance is like double his; always eventually ends with him trying to explain lotr poorly

once drank so much caffeine he started hallucinating 

tripsits mabel (LSD legend) and sometimes wendy (totally does shrooms), again is neurotic and should under no circumstances take hallucinogens 

sometimes smokes cigs when stressed, tries to hide it but is laughably bad, will ocasionally bum a cig off wendy

[ingloriousgigi]

I Write Dark Shit, Get Over It!

TW: Rape, Sexual Assault.

Most people know me from my very cute and cozy romances but what people don't also know is that I wrote two books that have dub-con. I will never be one of those queer people who think that they have to subscribe to respectability politics.

I am a rape survivor and an abuse survivor. I have gone through hell and back. I believe that there is a time and a place for dark content (and yes that includes obvious rape fantasies). This is how I work out my trauma and my dark kinks in a safe environment. Because at the end of the day, it's all fiction.

This is not everyone's thing. Hell, it's not every rape survivor's thing. We all deal with our trauma in our own ways. But as an author, I will always give you content warnings in both the book and on my website. I will ways do this so you can know what you are getting into and you can CONSENT to what you are about to read.

There are some authors like E.J. James who obviously do not care about survivors. However, they are some authors (myself very much included) who DO care.

You have triggers or squicks. That is fine. I will always respect that, but what pisses me off when folks want the whole thing abolished because it makes them uncomfortable. Queer people deserve representation that is messy and dark too. It's not all rainbows and unicorns here in the LGBTQ+ community and that needs to be reflected too in a safe space.

And guess what is a safe space? FICTION!

[invisiblefoxfire]

Don't want to hijack this but I do also want to add, for folks with sensory issues that make clothing a nightmare, this also applies to us, although not necessarily in the same way.

If you need to wear sweatpants and loose t-shirts to feel physically comfortable, you should do that. You're not lazy or anything for wearing the clothes that make you comfortable, and if people try to make you feel bad for being a "slob" or whatever, it's no different from calling someone "tryhard" or "overdressed" for dressing up fancy.

And you can still put effort into making your clothes something that makes you happy. Need to wear loose t-shirts every day? Find ones with designs you like! In colors that make you smile!

Catawampus.ink has fun t-shirts that say stuff like "Empathy Is Cool, Actually" and "No One Knows What They're Doing", and the sales support a YouTuber with MS who makes positive videos about media who is on the verge of losing his house because YouTube doesn't promote positive stuff these days.

Threadless.com has regular sales where all shirts are like $15 and they have loads of pride stuff, cool designs by indie artists, and large sizes (and even have a mix of thin and fat models for their shirt designs by default).

Like an independent artist or YouTuber or streamer? See if they have a merch store! You can support them and get something cool to wear.

Need to wear sweatpants? Find ones with a cool design! Need to wear a very specific cut of jeans? When you find it, buy multiple pairs in different colors and don't let anyone tell you that every clothing item you own has to look different. Find a really unique article of clothing that's miraculously comfortable and you like the way it looks? Buy five of them if you can, wear one now, store the rest away somewhere they won't get moldy or moth-eaten so when the first one wears out, you'll be able to grab a new one that's identical instead of mourning the fact that fashion has moved on and you can't find the same thing anymore.

I used to feel crappy about my jeans and t-shirts, not because I felt like a slob, but because other people made me feel like one. Deciding that when I had a little extra money, I'd invest in t-shirts that made me smile and buy multiple pairs of shorts that were actually comfortable instead of trying to force myself to wear things other people said look good made a huge difference to my self-esteem. Confidence that your clothes look good is honestly a bigger factor in how people perceive you than the actual styles or fashion you're wearing (and that includes your perception of yourself).

Put effort into making yourself look and feel the way you want, regardless of whether that means dressing up like a goth vampire or strutting around in comfortable brightly-colored pajama bottoms and a rainbow unicorn t-shirt that says DESTROY THE PATRIARCHY.

Not to sound like a 90s shallow prep, but how you dress can affect your self esteem, and putting energy into wearing things you actively like and projecting an ideal of yourself through fashion instead of seeing clothes as things you have to put on out of obligation helps.

It also can give you a sense of control over your appearance that you otherwise wouldn’t have lmao

[unapologeticdiaries]

Unapologetic Diaries - The Ugly Truth

Unapologetic Diaries – The Ugly Truth

I want to start by saying thank you to the ones who have been following me on my journey. Whether you have reached out on Tumblr or my other social media accounts, I appreciate y’all more than you know. If you manage to get through part II then you are anticipating part III, well I hate to be the bad news bear, but I will not be writing part III. I have decided to delete parts I and II as I do not want to fill this page with negative energy. Those that have read it so far know the story, so you know sincerely that everything I am about to say is genuine to the core.

As I have said repeatedly, Unapologetic Diaries was a chance for me to share my story. In the hours I have spent writing, going through old pictures, and digging up the past, it has done more harm than good. More harm to myself than to anyone else. I said I would put part III out and introduce Dana (his new girlfriend) to the world, but as I have been thinking today, why do I want to make her famous? Why do I want to subject myself to the pain of the memories I shared with Ryan? While writing has been so rewarding for me just getting it all out, the anger in my heart is just not worth it. I promised myself to go into 2025 that I would not carry it with me, and I intend to keep that promise because neither of them is worth it.

Plain and simple. I was cheated on, gaslit, lied to, and manipulated for three years. It was not all unicorns and rainbows but there were magical moments when nothing else mattered by my “love” for Ryan. What I thought was love, was not love. It was lust. It was what the 14-year-old freshman student wanted. I was blind to who he was. Someone who can take advantage and manipulate with a sweet face. He has made me the villain in his story so in the beginning, I was determined to share my story to show the world that I am not the villain. I am not a victim either, but I am for sure not the villain. I have my flaws and faults, and I will admit those to anyone who asks. I am not ashamed of who I am, but I am ashamed of the person I became while I was with Ryan. I will never deny that I was passive, aggressive, and mean sometimes but overall, I gave him everything I had. I gave him a home, I gave him a family that he said he wanted, I supported him, I carried him when he lost his job, I worked twice as hard to pick up the slack, I cooked for him, did his laundry, and cleaned, even when I was exhausted managing him, two kids, their schedules, and a full-time job. When I was in bed profusely bleeding from a molar pregnancy, I still did all those things. I never stopped working hard for my family, including him. Every Christmas we spent together, I always made sure he had gifts under the tree even when money was tight, I never excluded him. He excluded me. Always. Yes, if you hear his version of things, I allegedly took all his money, and he never had money to do things or go places. Well, I am sorry to say that when you have a family to take care of, you move from the top of the list to the bottom of the list because bills and putting food on the table should come first. I am sorry that he did not have a job where he was making buckets of money, but we were happy to have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. When you have a family, those should be your priorities, right? Even if the children are not biologically yours, you chose THEM and you accepted THEM so they should have been what mattered. Not cheating on their mother and video games. When I think about the last three years I just want to scream and cry but I know I must be the stronger person. At the end of the day, I know in my heart that Ryan did not truly love me or my kids, he just liked what he could get from me; a home, someone to cater to him, do his laundry, and take care of him like a child. He has been coddled his entire life. Lived with his parents for years and years. Looking back at it, how could I love someone like that? Selfish, self-centered, barely graduated high school because of “migraines,” no college degree, no goals, or life ambitions. Just work a lowly job making $19 an hour and he calls that happiness.

I was so stupid to think that Ryan was the love of my life. He was not. Even though I started to save a little bit of money here and there for our future wedding because I was sure that he would propose to me, of course that didn’t happen and I took that money I was saving to retain an attorney because he (well rather Dana) threatened to take me to court over a vehicle that I made the down payment on and make the monthly payments on, that isn’t even his. They both stooped so low to try and bully me and take my only source of transportation away knowing good and well that Ryan couldn’t afford the payment, but because they don’t want me to have it. Well, my lawyer put stop to that really quickly and after the email that was sent to him, he did not even bother to respond because he has no legal ground. The retainer on that attorney is still valid for as long as I want so he can try me if he wants to. I will never forgive myself for thinking I could build a life with someone like him. But I did not lose the love of my life – I lost the parasite that was draining the life out of me. Narcissists are not soulmates; they are predators in disguise, and understanding this was crucial to my healing. The person I saw at the end of the relationship is who Ryan truly is. Staying in the bathroom on his phone for extended periods of time, would get nervous when I would even think about touching his phone, would always keep his phone silent, and keep the phone close to him when he was on it. I knew he was on Tinder and other apps talking to other girls and he would still come home to me at night, sleep with me, tell me he loved me, tell me I was the only one for him, and every other lie he could think of to keep me in his grasp. When he would say that he “loved me” and I would question it with “do you”? and he would say “I do love you” – no, he never did. He loved the fact that I would clean up and cook for him. He loved the fact that he could hurt me, and I would stay. He only loved that the fact that he could do what he wanted to me, and I would still love him with every broken piece of my heart, and he never cared. That is not what love is. His true nature was hidden behind a façade of charm, charisma, and manipulation. He lured me in with false promises, fake emotions, and a convincing act. But underneath it all, he was feeding off my emotional energy, chipping away at my self-worth, and eroding my sense of self. What I experienced was not love; it was a toxic cycle of abuse where each day felt like a battle for survival. His gaslighting, emotional extortion, and constant criticism were not signs of affection; they were tools for control and domination. His infidelity, deceit, and lack of empathy were not mere mistakes; they were deliberate actions to exploit my vulnerabilities. When we officially broke up and his mother took advantage of me being vulnerable, I did things like show up at his work and say things to him that at the time I thought I felt in my heart. Turns out, my head and my heart were not in the same place and the path I was on mentally was a very dark one. He took three years and threw them all away because I was not shiny and pretty anymore. He cheated on me with Dana, went to Tennessee on his birthday to be with her, ended up in an official relationship with her, and moved to Tennessee. I did not lose a loved one – I escaped a toxic nightmare. I broke free from the cycle of abuse, and that takes incredible courage, strength, and resilience. Narcissists are incapable of genuine love; they only mimic it to get what they want. To heal, I have accepted the truth; I was not loved, I was used. I was a source of supply, a means to an end, and a pawn in his manipulative game. Now, I am free to rediscover myself, embrace true love, and live a life filled with purpose, joy, and authenticity.

Since July, I have come so far on my journey that I have no intention of turning back. I tried so hard to keep his family on my side. They claimed to love me and my children, but that turned out to be a lie and I had to accept that. I obviously could not expect his family to want to keep us around when he abandoned them. His mother made sure that I stayed out of the picture for good by encouraging him to cheat on me, and one day I will forgive her for myself. I refuse to deal with people who do not understand the principles of things. It is not what he did, it is how he did it. What makes it worse is knowing if the roles were reversed, he would lose his mind. Ryan will never grow up and mature because he has people in his corner justifying his wrongs. Right is RIGHT, and wrong is WRONG. He will never know how to hold himself accountable if the people around him continuously applaud and make excuses for him. A boy would admit that you deserve better and walk away from you and a man would recognize you deserve better and fight every single day to be the best version of himself for you. Well, we all know who I got out of the deal. I have always been a firm believer in karma even as a young child. Karma says, “A time will come in your life when people regret why they treated you wrong.” I am a firm believer that she will come in full swing for Ryan and Dana in 2025. I pray for the day when he comes crawling back to South Carolina with his tail between his legs and is either back at his parents’ house because they constantly enable his behavior, or homeless and sleeping in his car. As I type this, I can feel the weight lifting off my shoulders because as satisfying as writing this is, I pray that 2025 is the worst year yet for them both and they get everything they deserve which is nothing. I would never ill-wish someone, but hey, there is a first time for everything, right? So, they can continue to sit on social media and clout chase and make everyone believe they are happy. I promise you; it will end.

Dana, you may think you won, you beat me, and you made me your enemy, but I promise you, sweetheart, your time is coming. You went out of your way to make sure to block me and not speak to me woman to woman and that is all right. I can respect your decision because, at the time, I would not have been the best person to talk to. I cannot even be mad at this point because he chose to be with trash. So, as I know you follow Rylee’s social media and she purposely posts everything publicly so you will see it, I will never forgive you for the pain you caused not only me but my two children who are innocent in all of this. I hope every time he pays you a compliment in the back of your mind, you remember my words – It is not real – He sees you as an opportunity to get away from his parents and his old life. That is all you are, an opportunity. As soon as he sees another pretty girl on Tinder, he will repeat the cycle, and it will be you in the hot seat this time. You are the Tinder girl for me, and he will keep jumping around, but now he is in another state to do so. The people back home will not know what is going on but the moment your relationship changes on social media, we will all know. Are you guys already talking about plans? Moved in together? Does he have you thinking he wants to have a life with you? Does he tell you he only wants you when you are having sex? Does he say you are his best friend? Are there days when he would rather sit around and play video games than spend time with you? Has he told you he loves you yet? Met your family? Have you met his? Fairly sure you have not. Is his mom trying to get close to you? Does she tell you that you are so pretty or put hearts on all your pictures? Has she told you all the awful things about me? You are just another pawn in the Nyberg vicious cycle. I honestly feel sorry for you. However, not sorry enough to pity you. I hope he breaks your heart. I hope he makes you cry. I hope he tells you everything you want to hear and more so when the time comes, it hurts more than anything you have ever felt before. I am not a religious person, but I know the gods are on my side and when it all comes to a head, just know that I will be in the front seat watching it all unfold. I hope that 2025 is the worst year of your life. Respectfully.

To Ryan, I simply hope you burn in hell for everything you have put me through and for everything you have put my children through. They loved you. My son worshipped the ground you walked on, and you walked all over him. Sometimes I wonder if it were a mistake loving someone so hard and getting so badly hurt in the process but other times, I know that I would never have known what love was if I did not. There is beauty in loving someone even if they do not love you back the same way and for that, I regret nothing. My only regret was letting it go on for as long as it did. I blame myself for that disservice to myself and my children. You did not like the fact that I tried to get you out of your old ways of wanting everything handed to you. I do not regret that. I do not regret trying to get you to be a grown-up because even in your family’s eyes, you still have a lot of growing up to do. I do not regret trying to bring out the best in you when you do not feel at your best. I do not regret helping you find a job or helping you when you were going through your depression. I do not regret anything. This is usually the part where I tell you that I wish you all the best and all the happiness in the world but there are people more deserving in the world and you are not one of them. You do not deserve happiness. You do not deserve love. You deserve nothing. I remember the stories you told me about previous girlfriends and how they would cheat on you, and now it makes sense. I am not the kind of girl that would cheat on someone but in this case, I wish I would have. You never see yourself as the problem, but you ARE the problem. I hope 2025 is the worst year for you yet and wish you nothing but the bad karma you deserve. Respectfully.

To all the followers on my journey, I hope this gives you the peace of mind it brings me. I am happy, healthy, and looking forward to the path I am on. Finding true love again and bringing myself and my children all the happiness in the world because they are the most deserving. We are already gearing up to make 2025 the best year yet and I am so excited to share with you all. I have had the last two weeks off from work and the goal was to be as bored as possible so I could write and reset mentally for the new year. I cannot express how much I am looking forward to returning to work and continuing to work hard and being rewarded for that hard work. I have already had a raise this year AND got a very generous bonus in January and when we have evaluations again in July, there will be another raise. I am so blessed and grateful. My kids are on their paths to healing and while my son has struggled a little with all the changes, he is blossoming into an amazing young man who is starting to thrive again. My daughter is finding herself and even had her first date and I am relishing in how great they are both doing. I cannot say enough how excited we are for 2025 and the amazing things to come for us.

Until the next entry. Stay happy. Stay healthy. Come as you are, unapologetically.

Xoxo Lexi ♥

[tekni-kali]

Day 29

10:32p, Saturday, May 27, 2023

Today was chock full of good tunes and good wavelengths. I spent a great portion of the day horizontal on the couch, farming in the Valley, and e joying the music. Genres ranged everywhere from Song of the day:

To the energetic "well I wasn't expecting that".:

Round about the time Behb was getting off I'd finally gathered enough energies for a bit of productivity, but what I thought would only be me congratulating myself for hanging up the shirts finally.... Turned out to be a full on laundry list of chores completed! Including retuning tjr clothes to their home... The catbox got cleaned, dishes were washed, TV table (and TV) were dusted and wiped down and I cleared the space in front of it so it's not quite so 😬 everytime I glance over at it, fed myself, showered, hooked the lava lamp up to the final smart plug, babysat Sampson, and even cleaned out a couple doom boxes!

We delayed shopping until tomorrow in favor of his brother coming to hang out. We're all caught up on that unicorn show... I can't for the life of me remember what it's called but it's good, it's on Max,Rainbow Unicorn something or other...

I mostly just farmed away while they played Cod..

oo! Tawd Dammit is live! He always plays excellent stuff...

Bit nnewai... Ye... Shopping tomorrow x2 as I've been invited to a BBQ! it'll be a party of two, and I'm 100% perfectly okay with that. I'm responsible for bringing the main course! Those fat sausage bratwursts (hey I remembered!) and buns! Then we will grill them and serve with sides of Mac n cheese n baked beans! For this, I am excited! I spose this also means I shouldn't stay up til beyond past bedtime two nights in a row then.

Kinda why I started the post so early ;) The streak lives! I think there getting easier to do... More fluid, less mechanical.... I have somewhat of a rhythm and not too much anxiety hindering the actions needed to see it through. I won't put too much pressure on myself, but coming up on a month sinc ei started it...and I'm still doing it.... So... That's gotta count for sumthin.... Right?

Newai, Gonna go vibe to Tawd and see how long it takes my pond to finish getting built...

Catch ya later!

-11:50p

P. S. I hate proofing on my phone... So... Hopefully the typos weren't too painful 💛💛

[larrysland]

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day coming up here in a few days I decided to add this  post. Recently I have been learning about and working with colored pencils.  This is a drawing of a photograph from the book “This Beautiful Land - Ireland” by John Freeman and Sue Sharpe published in 1986.  This is White Park Bay which is in Antrim County, one of the 6 counties of Northern Ireland.

I also have included a short story I wrote a few years back about Leprechauns and Unicorns.  Hope you enjoy the read.

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The Luck of the Leprechaun.

“Oh, me name is McNamara and I’m the leader of the band…”

“No, no! Sean McNamara you are a drunken, green-gilled sop!  That’s not the way we sing it after tonight!  Now we sing it ‘Oh, me name is Pat O’Reilly I’m the Lord of the Dance…’ ”

And on that note the two leprechauns giggled and laughed as they staggered along the back wooded trail in the wee hours of the morning headed to O’Reilly’s secret plot.  The St. Patrick’s Day celebrations had been wild and wonderful all the day and evening long.  But the best time of the celebration day was the closing hours at McCarthy’s Tavern in Ennis.

“Yeah, yeah, you won the jig dance contest Pat.  I saw it.  We all saw it.  You were pretty good tonight.  Good thing you had been drinking the green beer all day long or you counld’na done it.”

“Hee, hee, hee, ya right about that.”

“Aye, but Patsy my friend, ya pushed the rules of leprechaun behavior when ya planted a kiss on the cheek of the sweet colleen as she was a-handing you the gold trophy.  Leprechauns don’t go a-kissing human lasses.  We only kiss our girly leprechauns, them’s the rules.”

“Hee, hee, hee, ya right about that too, Sean!  But I did it and it was fun.  I don’t think it did no harm.  Here, hold my gold trophy and pass me the keg, I want another drink o’ beer.  This’ll be the last dregs of all the kegs we’ve had this St. Patty’s Day!  

“Dawn will be coming soon and with it comes the light morning rain, and then comes the early morning rainbow, and then I can bury me gold trophy at the end of it with my other gold.  Now I gotta fortify myself for all the work I done and the work I still must do!  Hee, hee, hee,” Pat laughed at his own joke that was funny only to him.

But before he could uncork the small wooden keg there was a bright flash, a loud crack and a BOOM!  Pat and Sean were sitting on their hineys with the keg off to their side and looking up at two very angry unicorns.  The white one right above Pat was moving its head around so that its horn seemed to be a sword ready to stab him.  The black unicorn was a foot or two away but in a very threatening posture.  

“Patrick O’Reilly,” the white unicorn shouted, “I charge you with violation of the Ethical Codes of the Council of Magical Creatures, Title 42, Section, 10, Kissing of Non-magical Creatures.”

“Wha-!  Whoa!  Stop!!   Who are you?” cried Pat trembling as the pointed horn got closer and closer to his chest.  

“I am Fiddet.  I am the guardian of the colleen you kissed at McCarthy’s Tavern.  Since you violated the Magical Creatures’ Codes  I am here to punish you!”

“No, no! Please don’t kill me! It was just a peck on the cheek.  Yes, it was wrong of me but there was no real harm done.” cried Pat who had quickly sobered up.

“Kill you?” laughed the black unicorn.   “No, we are here to punish you by taking all of your gold!  Personally though it wouldn't bother me to see Fiddet put a few scars on your ugly face.  We unicorns take our role as protectors of women very seriously.”    

“But that would be a violation of the Code,” shouted Sean.

Turning to look first at Sean, Fiddet then turned to the black unicorn and said, “Keep that one quiet.”

“No, no, no, you can’t to that.” spoke up Sean.  “The code, specifically Title 5, Section 101, paragraph A, allows a magical creature the right to a duel if his worldly possessions are under threat of being taken from him.”

“A duel?”  Pat and both of the unicorns called out.  “This will be great,” chuckled Fiddet.  “I’ll just step over here and sharpen my horn.”

“Stop, stop!  No!!  Not that kind of duel.  According to the code the aggrieved gets to chose the type of duel.  And as his second I say that Pat challenges you to a duel of wits.”

“What!!!!” yelled Fiddet.

“Stop Fiddet!  The leprechaun is right,” said the black unicorn. “But you get to chose the subject matter for the duel of wits.  And we both know what your favorite subject is Fiddet.  Challenge him to that.”    

“Ah yes.  I can do this.  Okay leprechaun.  A duel of wits it is.  I will chose the subject matter and you will ask first.  If I can answer your question then I will ask you mine.  If you win you get to keep your gold.  If I win you lose all your gold and I give it to the colleen.  We keep playing till someone misses. Understood?”

Pat nodded his head at the unicorn and then looked over at Sean and muttered “A duel of wits!  Inconceivable!  What did you get me in to?”  

“It beats getting cut up and scarred.  Besides, you’re a leprechaun.  You’re lucky!  You’ll find a way to get more gold if you lose this.  Here take the keg, it’ll help you think.  There’s about four or five mugs left in it.”

“Okay, what is the subject matter for this duel?” asked Sean.

“Fiddet confidently announced, “The subject matter is punch lines.  Punch lines for one specific type of joke - the knock-knock joke.”

Sitting down opposite each other the duel began.  For twenty minutes they went back and forth, back and forth.   Each one guessing the punch line of the other’s joke.

Henrietta who?  Henry et a worm that was in his apple.  

Dwayne who?  Dwayne the bathtub it’s over flowing.

Boo who?  Gosh, don’t cry it’s just a knock-knock joke. 

Justin who?  Justin time for dinner.   

Watching Pat drain the last of the green beer from the keg Fiddet then asked, “With all you have had to drink do you think you’ll still be able to remember me and this duel for the next 2 minutes?”

“Yeah, of course I will.  Your turn, ask away.”

But Fiddet was out of knock-knock jokes.  What he did not know was that Pat was also out of them.  Each of them was nervous.  Seeing that Pat was also quite a bit fuzzy in the head from all the green beer Fiddet decided to take a chance and use the confusion to his advantage.  He decide to flip the table to his advantage, in a manner of speaking.   

Even though it was his turn Fiddet said, “Go ahead and ask me.”

Fuzzily and groggily Pat said, “Knock, Knock.”

“Who’s there?” replied Fiddet.

And Pat’s mind went blank, his mouth dropped open and his eyes glazed emptily at the unicorn. 

Fiddet chuckled while saying, “You don’t know the answer leprechaun.  You lose!”

The unicorns roared in laughter.  His mind snapping back Pat roared in anger, “No Fair!  No Fair!” he shouted.  Sean hung his head to hide his chuckling.  The unicorn was smart and had won fair and square. 

The light morning rain was just ending as they walked out of the woods and saw the rainbow.  Pat dug up his gold and gave it to the unicorns along with the gold cup and they disappeared with it all to give to the colleen that Pat had kissed.

“Now what am I gonna do?” Pat asked looking at Sean.  “I’ve got nothing left here in Ireland.”

“Well, I been a-feeling like I want do some traveling.  I hear that over in America there is place in Kentucky that has more gold buried it that you or I have ever seen.  I think it’s called Fort Knox.  Shall we give it a try?”

“Sounds good to me,” said Pat and off they set for a new adventure in a new land.  

[angelic-din-mortem]

Before you ask...

//Before people ask how I manage to put so many hours into games like FF14, simple again, again, it is my job, and one of the few I am able to do. Streaming has its perks, but I HATE streaming fluff and non-stop lving, so I have to work and do video games 6 to 10 hours a day. Sounds like fun yes? It is to a point... when you are not leveling like I am. *Sighs*

[megabadbunny]

birthday cake cupcakes! :D

[amysubmits]

What I Do (And Don’t) Share

I got an ask a while back that was sort of poking at the idea of how we don’t really know what people on here share vs what they don’t share. It was in reference to someone else, so I didn’t answer it. I’m not here to speculate on other people and what they do or don’t post. 

However, I do think it’s potentially valuable to try to understand what people do (and don’t) share. Especially if you’re getting your idea of what D/s does (or can) look like from blogs...as many do. On other forms of social media I sometimes see quotes like...’Remember when you’re on (facebook/instagram/whatever) , you’re comparing your ‘behind the scenes’ with someone else’s highlight reels’ 

I think that applies to tumblr too. All forms of online sharing are curated. How much it is ‘edited down’ or what areas people choose to share vs not share is going to vary by person...some may truly only share their best, but nobody shares everything. 

Anyway. Just in case it helps someone...I’ll try to give a rough idea of what types of things I share, and what I don’t share. Of course, I am speaking just for myself, here. Other tumblr users will be different. 

I do share:

- Moments from my D/s relationship that I want to remember. These are often the cute, sweet, deep, powerful or hot moments. Or sometimes just funny ones.  I made a little rule of thumb years ago that if I fid myself repeatedly thinking back to an interaction that CD and I had, then it’s likely worth posting about as it’s probably important to me, or made me feel extra good or something - so it’s worth ‘capturing’ the memory. 

- Experiences from my D/s relationship that I think may help others in some way. This includes things like examples of how we communicated/negotiated, moments of struggle that we worked through, mistakes we made but learned from or grew from. I try to intentionally include some moments that aren’t the typical ‘highlights’ for the sake of showing that living D/s isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. 

- Thoughts or realizations we’ve had about our needs or wants. When I (or we) have little epiphanies about ourselves individually, our dynamic, or our views on D/s, I often share those realizations in case they help others. 

- My thoughts or beliefs about ethical D/s. Again, I like trying to help people. Sometimes through talking to different people about their ‘bad’ D/s experiences, I start to see trends or patterns in behavior. When I realize those ‘red flags’ I sometimes post about them in hopes of helping others to recognize that behavior as a red flag. 

I don’t share:

- Everything. Just in general. I don’t share every sweet moment, every hot moment, every struggle, every anything! Nowhere close, really. How could I? How much I share kind of varies. Sometimes I am in the mood to share a lot and share frequently, sometimes I go through phases of feeling more reserved. 

- Anything that feels too private or like it could risk or anonymity more than we’re comfortable with. 

- Much of our lives outside of our relationship. My goal isn’t really to show our whole lives, this blog is specifically about my relationship with CD. I may occasionally mention other parts of our lives if it’s relevant to the story I’m trying to tell, but you don’t see much about our jobs, our families, etc. 

- Problems or ‘struggles’ while they are ‘raw’. While I try to occasionally share some of the struggles we go through, I always share them after we’ve resolved the problem. While I want to make it clear to people that our relationship isn’t perfect, and that D/s requires work and is sometimes challenging... I also think it’s important to prioritize our emotional needs. I am sometimes slow to process my emotions, and while I find it beneficial to get support from those I am close with, I don’t find it helpful to share my raw, vulnerable feelings with people I’m not close with...and most of my followers are strangers, really. A grand majority of people on here are awesome and supportive, but there are always a few assholes in any group. Sharing raw, vulnerable stuff risks someone being a jerk to you while you’re still vulnerable. I see no reason to do that to ourselves. So when we share struggles, it’s always after we’ve processed and feel comfortable with risking that negative response. These moments probably come off differently when you’re sharing after the issue is resolved. I’ve occasionally had people comment that everything always seems worth it in the end or okay in the end...and yes, for me that is always true! D/s is sometimes challenging, but it’s always well worth it. And with issues, we always come together and find a solution. So you will always see that in my posts...because it’s just true for me. That doesn’t mean it’s not hard on occasion, though. And also? While I do try to share some struggles, it is more instinctual for me to share more of the good than the bad. It’s easy to share a sweet moment or hot moment, it’s harder to put imperfections out there, so I tend to only do so when I know it’s something that people can learn from. This results in more positive being shared than negative...and our relationship is far more positive than negative, so in a way it makes sense. But it’s still also likely true that the negative gets edited out more. 

- Things I’m still making sense of, or still figuring out my feelings on - even if they aren’t ‘struggles’. Sometimes my views or beliefs surrounding D/s change over time. When they’re in the process of changing, I may not be confident enough in my current thoughts/feelings to share publicly. 

And a closing note...

If you find yourself struggling to get an idea of how much of someone’s life you’re seeing? You could just try politely asking them. If you’re kind in your wording and perhaps add on why you’re asking (that you’re struggling with comparing, or are curious how realistic your grasp on what D/s looks like is, etc?) I think a lot of people would be open to discussing that with you. Or at least trying to explain. I know for me it’s hard to get a sense of how strangers may perceive my relationship from this tumblr because I know my whole relationship, I know all the details because I’ve lived it all...so when I write (or go back ad re-read) a post I am likely seeing it with more detail and context than what is literally in the writing. I fill in the gaps without realizing I’m doing so. So I can’t really get in the mindset of a stranger who only knows my relationship from what is literally in the writing. But I’d definitely be open to trying to help explain to someone if they were kind and curious. I don’t mind being open about what I do and don’t share, I suspect others may be open to this as well. 

[spookierdeer]

spike redesign!! full post, i posted the wip a few days ago. more info under the cut!

sorry if what follows seems a little haphazard, i'm still working on fully forming my thoughts so the notes might be written out messily. still all canon until i say otherwise, though!

spike's actual species of dragon is unknown, twilight recieved his egg by mistake during a school project. the eggs were supposed to be under a stasis spell to keep the mysterious species of bird from hatching while under the young ponies' care, but those type of spells don't work on dragon eggs. i may write about how she actually came to receive this egg one day, but today i want to focus on spike!

i'm not confident my sketch of freshly hatched spike really shows him at the size i wanted to go for, as i imagine dragons are curled up inside the eggs completely and there isn't much space inside there once the dragon has fully formed and is close to hatching. so, spike is a pretty chunky baby and while teenage twilight can cradle him, he's still pretty stout.

in my au, dragons don't all eat crystals or minerals! it's actually pretty rare and most species of dragons enjoy full diets not including rocks or gems at all. however the dragons that do eat minerals often have the flashiest and stunning scale patters (crystals and gems) or the most rough to the touch (usually minerals found in lava beds and other highly sulfuric areas). this isn't mutually exclusive! spike has a bright color palette and pretty smooth scaling, but a mineral eating dragon could have just as bright of colors but feel like harsh sandpaper or a rough, rough cliff face. since spike is raised by ponies and quite enjoys minerals, he's gotten used to soft and silky textures and, though he isn't fully aware of how much his preferences and diet shape his scale texture, prefers his sleek scales to the rougher dragons he's seen.

if a dragon has unwanted roughness or is having trouble shedding scales, they may rub their bodies against harsh stone! for generations, before ponies and dragons new more of each other, there were smoothed out stones found in forests and other areas with low populations. they were considered magical by earth ponies and sometimes sacred! turns out, it was just where a dragon had buffed out some rough scales before the ponies found the place.

if spike were to eat magnetized minerals, would his scales become magnetic? probably if he ate enough! decorate your fridge with his yearly shed scales?

in the image i mention that land born dragon eggs are rough and water born dragon eggs are smooth. yes! that is a thing in my au. will i describe spikes egg here? no <3

twilight is basically a teen mom in my au, though by the time my au takes place spike rarely calls her anything other than her actual name. mostly because he thought his best friend being his mom was weird so his solution was to just call her by her real name instead! briliant, obviously. spike does still have a crush on rarity in his younger years, but it's definitely not anything serious. just a kid who thinks his mom's close friend is very nice and pretty! she's basically an aunt to him (the rest of the mane 6 generally act as his aunts, even rainbow who's married to his adoptive mom) and showed him the wonders of spa days and self care. her and fluttershy would take turns babysitting him when he was too young to follow twilight to school or when she was busy doing work for celestia and she couldn't keep an eye on him. after twilight and rainbow started dating, spike basically had this internalized debate of "ok. twilight is my mom. i love her. rainbow is like family. i love her too. it's still kind of weird that they're dating. why??" and basically came to the conclusion that it is ok to not call rainbow dash "mom" after all. he very bravely confronted rainbow about it when they were alone and she was like "it's ok lil dude" but internally was like "god hes precious" and was never worried about what spike called her anyway.

when rigel wisp comes along spike is basically that meme of "i've only known them for 5 minutes, but if anything happened to them i'd kill everthing in the room and then myself" as soon as he gets to hold them for the first time. he's a little bigger than pictured here, but never gets bigger than 5ft head to tail. he's a great older brother and spoils them rotten! he's not quite as close to the other foals of the mane 6+family, but he does try to help out with babysitting and keeping the foals distracted when needed. he's great at keeping them entertained and if the parents sneak him some extra gems when no ones looking, he's definitely not complaining.

i'm still working on a concrete timeline, but i know for sure spike is around 4 years older than flurry heart. timeline for that is twilight hatches spike's egg, shining armor completes training, eventually gets assigned to princess cadence's protection detail, they fall in love and almost immediately have a love boom that produces flurry heart. not sure if cadence knew twilights family when they were all kids or not, i kind of like it better as a love at first sight thing for her and shining armor. her whole thing is love after all! plus, she's the crown princess of the crystal kingdom and twilights parents are just unicorn astronomers. not sure how they'd meet for play dates, being from two separate kingdoms lmao

i'll probably think of more later, maybe i'll eventually write a fanfic like my friends keep telling me to. maybe i'll just keep adding to my obscenely large family tree of the mane 6 instead!

[blackbat05]

You don’t like me when I’m angry (part 2)

Shangqi x Reader

A/N: Part 2 of <You don’t like me when I’m angry> Characters that I came up with are fictional and are not related to real people! I hope the flow is good as well! Did get some ideas from this webtoon, <Unholy Blood> that I was reading and I thought, hey why not right? Again, please enjoy! Hope it did not disappoint🙇🏽‍♀️

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Maybe just watch out for a bit of detailed descriptions of injuries and the fighting. I tried to insert some themes like coping methods because honestly a superhero life isn’t all unicorns and rainbows - especially when most of them have morals.

‘When all this is over, I’m going to kill you!’ I scream over the bullets that were flying over our heads as we ducked behind the walls for cover. 

‘Why me? It was Katy’s idea!’ Shangqi retorts back, clearly feeling the injustice from the death stare. ‘Ok fine! Kill me all you want after this but we have a big furry problem on hand?’ He takes another shot at the group of henchmen with the rings he had inherited from his father. I slowly loose my vision, as the iris in my eyes turned orange. 

Shangqi sees you transforming into your alter ego and if you weren’t feeling murderous towards the mob boss, it was probably the most beautiful thing he saw. Skin ablaze, he wonders if that was the reason for your high tolerance in general. Meanwhile, more henchmen poured into the tiny hallway like cockroaches. Clearly he and Katy did not think about this in their plan - just how many of them were they?

‘I’ll cover you! Get to Gor before he kills the ambassdor’s family!’ He takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on the rings to give the strongest blast he could. That was the signal. Breaking out into a sprint, I flew across the bodies that were stacked against each other before coming to a stop at the staircase where Katy was with the ambassador’s wife and child who were both inconsolable 

‘Gor’s got the older kid!’ Katy yelled over the siren from outside. Shit. The police were here. ‘Get them out and help Shangqi, I’ll meet you guys as soon as I can!’ Heck with property damage, a kid’s life was at stake. Charging up as much energy as I could, I broke through the wooden celling, arriving at the rooftop in record time to see Gor dragging the poor kid by the collar. 

‘Stop where you are RIGHT NOW!’ I threw a fireball at his shoulder as a warning. The werewolf stops, turning around menacingly to face me. ‘Let the kid go, they have nothing to do with this.’ 

Minus the kid’s sobbing, the atmosphere was deadly quiet. I didn’t dare to move from my spot least it triggered him. ‘Look, whatever you want, I’m pretty sure the ambassador has it,’ I tried a last ditch attempt reasoning with him, voice strangled in fear. ‘So please, I can stay with you until he gets here. Let the kid go.’ Why I was reasoning with a bloodthirsty werewolf, I had no idea myself.

‘You Avengers…’ Blood was dripping from his fangs. ‘Always so noble. But you see, do you really think that money was all I wanted?’ He pushes the kid over the ledge, cutting their right arm in the process. 

‘NO!’ I ran towards the edge, thinking of the worst. I think of Katy’s words back in the sanctum. More like the Avengers causing an international incident. Instead I see Shangqi carrying the confused kid who was covered in foam - from one of Katy’s trick arrows. The ‘chains’ are no longer holding me back. Gor laughs behind me. Now he’s really done it. 

‘I don’t know why you think this is funny,’ both my fists turned into fire. ‘But that’s ok. I’ll wipe that smirk of your face myself.’ 

The werewolf crazed look tells me that Gor is long gone together with the concept of reality. ‘You should have seen them... ha! The screaming men, women and children... their young blood doesn’t fail to disappoint...’ 

My fist came into contact with his jaw, breaking a few bones along the way. The large figure flies back and slams into the entrance of the staircase. Not giving him a chance to react, my arm replicates a sword on fire. ‘You... you killed children... innocent lives and FOR WHAT!’ I felt my body temperature going past the normal range, heart about to beat out of my chest. ‘I’m going to make you feel what they felt.’ 

Plunging the sword into his chest, the werewolf thrashed around violently, howling in pain. Screams echoing around me, it only made me dig the sword in deeper. ‘You won’t die, you’ll just experience what you did to them but ten times worse. I told you. You won’t like me when I’m angry G-’

‘(Y/N)!’ 

I wanted to stop but this odd thrill told me to continue. Shangqi places a hand on what used to be my forearm, bringing me back to my senses. ‘He killed children.’ My voice came out in nothing more of a whisper. ‘HE KILLED CHILDREN FOR SPORT!’ My rage about to hit the roof.

‘I know and I’ll probably roast him alive if I could too,’ he makes an attempt to soothe my anger. ‘But we’re done here. Please don’t do anything you’ll regret. Please.’ My vision slowly returns to normal as I look into his brown ones, removing the sword from the half conscious Gor. I signaled for Shangqi to give me a few more seconds as I bent down to Gor’s eye level. 

‘Remember my face. Remember my name. Because you won’t like me when I’m angry.’ 

I allowed myself to be led away by Shangqi as the cops started to storm the building. ‘Remind me to never get on your bad side. Like ever.’ He gives me a small smile.

We made our way down to meet Katy at the back alley. ‘I can never get angry at you Shangqi in case if you haven’t noticed yet.’ I put my hood up, walking into the open. ‘Katy on the other hand...’ 

‘THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH BOTH OF YOU?’ She jabs her finger into my arm. ‘I have to take care of one reckless idiot already I don’t need another one.’ As if forgetting that she was mad at me a few seconds earlier, she launches herself into me, giving me a bear hug. ‘Please don’t do that again,’ she mutters into my shoulder as I patted her head, looking at Shangqi quizzically. Just go along with it, he mouths.

On queue, the golden portal opens with Wong waiting on the other side. He takes a moment to register our disheveled appearances, including the bloodstains on my face.

‘Please just ask the spider kid to do it next time,’ Katy dumps her gear unceremoniously onto the sofa. ‘Nearly tore my ligament trying to fight Gor’s right hand man.’ Again, Wong doesn’t say anything, staring at me as I focused on my hands.

He’s going to tell me I shouldn’t have lost my cool. The gravity of the situation finally had set in. Great, I won’t be able to go on missions with Shangqi and Katy next time. Maybe I should tell- Shangqi’s hands quietly wraps around mine, somehow knowing the chaos that was happening in my brain.

‘Right,’ Wong coughs, breaking the silence. ‘Go home, get some rest, see you back here tomorrow morning.’ The two were about to retort back, but quickly clamped their mouths shut when they saw Wong’s expression. It wasn’t open for negotiation. He creates two separate portals, one for Katy and Shangqi each.

‘(Y/n), a word please.’ Shangqi grips my hand, as if asking if I wanted him to stay. ‘It’s ok, go back and get some rest. I won’t be long.’ He hesitates for a moment, before going back home. ‘Call me.’ And the portal closes.

‘I saw what happened today.’ My eyes widened in surprise. Crap, there was no escaping this one. I bowed my head in shame, ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lose my cool. It was completely unprofessional of me but please don’t take me off missions with Katy and Shangqi.’

‘Take you off?’ Wong starts to chuckle to my bewilderment. ‘No (y/n), no one is taking you off anything. Maybe you should have kept your anger in check, but no one under your circumstances could have kept their cool. Just take a look at Strange.’ I unknowingly let out a snort.

‘What I do want to tell you is that if you have anything… even if you don’t wish to tell me, you have Shangqi and Katy. Good communication is essential for good teamwork.’

Wong was right. Whatever demons that I had inside of me, I projected them onto Shangqi. Given my abilities, it’s downright dangerous. Who knows what would have happened if he didn’t manage to defuse the situation as quickly as he did. I could have killed him and maybe everyone around the vicinity too.

Wong starts to create a portal back to home. ‘I shall not hold you back any longer (y/n), get some rest and good luck.’ I stepped into the portal, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what I’m about to do next.

‘(Y/n)! Are you alright?’ Shangqi gets up from his bed while Katy snaps out of her trance. ‘What did Wong ask you? Don’t tell me he chewed you out for what you did back there?’ The questions came in a flurry. I look at their anxious faces, confident that my decision was the right choice.

‘No he didn’t, it’s all good. But maybe I just want to tell you guys something that I’ve been waiting to tell for a while.’

No doubt, it was going to be a long night. But rather than running away from today’s situation, I knew that I had to face it head on. And if it was of any comfort, one thing that I was sure about -

Is that I would never be alone.

A/N: Hoho~ part 2 is done! I have no idea what is that ending but it was the first thing that came to my mind so…😅 I think the whole premise of this two part story is essentially a reminder not to keep things to myself and know that there are loved ones who are supporting and cheering me on. And I don’t know… I think it’s something we could all use in this day and age! Again, thanks for reading both parts and please like and comment if you wish!🥰 More content and possibly different characters will be coming your way soon!

[unlikelywallflower]

letter to a new mama: on the first six months

This is (some of) the advice I actually wish I’d gotten in the first six months, or did get and feel like is worth passing on:

1. Put your own oxygen mask on first.

You will feel guilty doing this, because you have been socialized and told to believe that you must sacrifice your entire being to this tiny, wailing creature whom you have just met. Obviously, you should meet your baby’s needs as much as you’re able. Please remember, though, that you not only count, too, but that your well-being is integral to your baby’s. I had to remind myself of this dozens of times a day, every time I wanted to do anything for myself (including going to the bathroom).

2. People will tell you to enjoy every moment. You won’t.

You will also feel guilty about this, because some Instagram mommy influencer told you life with your baby should be all sunshine and rainbows and cooing and cuddles. Maybe you are somehow a magical unicorn who can enjoy existing on a total of 3 hours of fractured sleep, and alternating between being sucked on and spit up on all day, but probably you are not. Have compassion for yourself.

3. It’s okay if it’s hard.

I’ll say it again: IT’S OKAY IF IT’S HARD. It’s okay to say it’s hard. It is hard. See: enjoying every moment.

4. It really will get better.

People will look at you with your vacant expression and bleary eyes and tell you that it will get better, that it did for them around five, or six, or seven months. In your severely sleep-deprived state, you will not believe them, but it will. It really will. Caveat: my little one is just shy of a year old as I write this. It has been and will be hard again since the first six months, but in different ways. 

5. No dogmatic way of doing anything is worth your well-being.

This could go for anything to do with feeding, sleeping, playing, etc. The world is chock-full of dogmas to buy into. I was extremely attached to breastfeeding exclusively, for a few reasons: first, I honestly think breastfeeding is a mundane miracle. I often had (and still do have) the thought that I cannot believe how cool it is that my body makes food for my baby. Second, we’re still in a pandemic and I wanted to pump her full of as many antibodies as I could possibly provide. Third, even though I am a fierce supporter of the idea that “fed is best”, underneath that, I’d still bought into the well-meaning promotion of breastfeeding as the ultimate pinnacle of motherhood that the dogma of being a “natural mama” promotes. All of this combined to mean that I pushed real hard to keep exclusively breastfeeding, when combo feeding likely would have saved me a lot of heartache. Feed your baby in whatever way works for you. Do what you need to in order to maximize sleep quantity and quality for everyone. Do what you need to do to survive.

6. Every tiny thing will seem monumentally important. It isn’t.

You will not realize these things are not actually important until much later, even if you tell yourself now. Real-life example I bought into (momentarily): having to have a sparkling clean bathtub before I bathed my baby in it, every time. This is absolute nonsense. Nonsense!

7. If your love for your newborn isn’t there right away, it will come.

It does not make you any less of a mother/parent if your love for your baby is not instantaneous and all-consuming. I spent a lot of time in therapy discussing how afraid I was that I wouldn’t explode with love the second I laid eyes on my newborn, and in the end, came to terms with the fact that I might not, and it would be perfectly normal if I didn’t. When the time came, I didn’t, and I was a bit sad about it, but the love did come and grow over time. Interestingly, even if my mind hadn’t caught up, my body did love her from the start; I instinctually showered her with kisses and cuddles and sang to her and did all the things I’d imagined.

8. Read Precious Little Sleep. 

I’m like a walking infomercial for this book. Seriously. There are many books about baby sleep out there, and most of them will have you believing that you will ruin (ruin!) your child’s entire life if you do not do things exactly as they say (see: dogma). Thank God for my friend who told me to read this book, which is not only not dogmatic, it’s hilarious, and it lays out a bunch of different options for how to teach your child to sleep, so you can choose based on what feels right for you and your parenting values. Also, I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that despite all my pre-baby reading, I didn’t really know that newborns should only be awake around 45mins at a time, and need a lot of help to fall asleep. If I’d read this book earlier, it would have saved me a lot of time, frustration, and sleep.

9. Learn how to ask for and accept help.

I am particularly bad at this (see: Strong Independent Woman™), to the point that neighbours would see me struggling with large heavy loads of things while I was pregnant and say with exasperation “let us help you!”. It’s still hard for me to ask for and accept help, but I’m getting better at it, because there is literally no other way to function as a new parent, let alone a single one in a pandemic.

10. Some people will show up in the way you’d hoped, some won’t. Have compassion.

Almost every parent I’ve met had the realization after they had their first baby that they wished they’d been able to do so much more for their new parent friends than they had. I was no exception. You simply can’t know how vulnerable a time it is, how much every little check-in and meal drop-off matters, until you’ve been through it yourself. Have compassion for yourself for the people in your life for not having known. Everyone is dealing with their own shit and doing the best they can.

[happytragedyparadise]

Unicorncore ✨

So for a while now, I’ve been trying to figure out my “aesthetic” to understand what type of things I’m drawn to, get to know myself better and also help narrow down elements of my art style. I was having a very difficult time adjusting to the more popular/better known aesthetics e.g. light, dark academia, cottagecore, arthoe aesthetic, etc.

THEN, I stumbled upon Unicorncore ✨

The aesthetics wiki link (below) is a good resource for figuring it out, however, according to it, the aesthetic is more geared towards kids/teens, which is a little limiting in my opinion. On the whole, though, it does a pretty good job at describing the ✨aesthetic✨ 🦄

So here I will describe what it means to me, making it my ‘master post’ reference to how I define it (somewhat based on what I’ve read and observed) For one, I don’t think something needs to have a unicorn to be part of the unicorncore aesthetic. SO without further ado, let’s lay down my thoughts on this aesthetic:

Similar aesthetics:

Cottagecore

Naturecore

Fairy core

Dreamy

Ethereal

Happy core

Crystal core

Pastel

Bubblegum witch

Pastel academia

Romantic Academia

Lo fi

Witch core

Bloomcore/flower core

It’s like cottagecore meets magick (still somewhat different from fairy core) ~> especially in terms of the colour scheme ~> so you can have the warm, cozy vibe of cottagecore but sprinkle in some pastels, maybe some pinks or purples, maybe some holographic elements or some sparkle ✨ It can even be the grungy aesthetic where it’s the exact opposite vibe of cottagecore but has more of a magical vibe to it, maybe with electric purples and shocking pinks and all. So I like to think of it as “daytime” or “nighttime” color schemes, if that makes sense? Like the “daytime” one would have a cozy, warm, “come on little animal and fairy friends let’s go out and play and appreciate this great big world” kinda mood and then the “nighttime” one would be more pinks,purples, blues and galaxies and the moon, the stars, even though the colours won’t be as warm, it’ll still give comfort looking at it.

OKAY SO, for ‘daytime’ think SHE-RA & for ‘nighttime’ think OWL HOUSE ~> I hope it’s clear I don’t actually mean just day and night (altho that’s fine too) I gave the example because it just made sense to me 🤷🏻‍♀️ I meant it more in the lightness & darkness of the colour schemes.

PRIDE & Inclusivity & BEING TRUE TO YOURSELF & Self-Care

Self- Expression

Witchcraft & Magick

Nature & animals (real or fictional) & oneness with all life

Versatility + Diversity ~> The thing I love about this aesthetic is, since a unicorn is a fantastical creature and usually a rare find even in fiction ~> it makes the aesthetic really versatile in terms of the visual style of it e.g. it can feel like an actual landscape or a REALLY fantastical place, you get me? Like with She-ra there’s a lot of nature but also a lot of tech, so I guess what I’m saying is not only is it versatile in the Colours you can use but ALSO in how nature-related or man made your artwork/aesthetic is. Like you can be perfuma & mermista (nature) OR glimmer (fantasy) ORRRRR entrapta (cyber/techy) and it all kinda fits into it 🥳🥳🥳 the versatility in my opinion makes it v inclusive also.

CRYSTALS

D R E A M Y~> Dreams & all things related to them including the act of day dreaming/ being lost in your own little world

spreads positivity for everyone ~> healing, joy, hope

Freedom!!!

Reading Books & mythology

Holographic

Rainbows 🌈

Lo-fi aesthetic is similar as well

For fashion, makeup & accessories refer to link below

The Fashion parts of the aesthetic that I love are dresses, cute hoodies, pastels, holo, rainbow, denim, flower crowns, chokers, bracelets, etc.

Music ~> lo fi, pop, kawaii, k pop,EDM, disco, indie, folk music

Doing creative stuff (E.g. drawing, writing poetry, etc)