#no other bodily fluids

[bloodyarn]

@accultant sent

[Roll 1d100 = 41] Feed Me, Seymour: Iago turns into a potted plant (perhaps a tulip) until the start of their next turn whenever. While a plant, they are incapacitated and have vulnerability to all damage. If they drop to 0 HP, their pot breaks, and their form reverts. Nerves do funny things to someone with wild magic and poor social skills, so Iago's attempt to ask their new neighbor for a cup of sugar goes almost immediately south. The following knock on Babette's door is a bit of a mystery, seeing as there's nothing but a lone flower on her doorstep.

   𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .   unprompted interactions ────────────────────────

      Never one to leave a knocking individual waiting,      the seamstress was quick to open the door, only to be faced with . . . nobody   ?   A look to the left, right, leaning out the door frame before her foot accidentally nudges against a flower pot. Now that was curious. Did this visitor forget his potted plant here   ?   Maybe it was a gift from a secret admirer   ?

After making sure there really was nobody around she could let in or at least greet, Babette lifted the mystery plant, checking if there was any note on it. Nothing.

She figured perhaps her sister ordered flowers for the shop. Marion does so love tulips   —   probably it was her doing.

     ❝ No need to stay out here, little flower. We don't want any stray dog to . . . water you. ❞     Yes, she was speaking to this presumably decor, carrying it towards the shop's counter  &  finally setting it down. Such a pretty thing. Why didn't her sibling order more   ?

Happily taking a few steps back, the hexblood searched for the watering can, which usually lurked around here.     ❝ MARION   ?   DID WE ORDER FLOWERS   ? ❞

[latenightsundayblues]

Omg there's such a small amount of hoffman and adam friendship dynamics in this fandom it's SO nice to see some from you ‼️ Love when adam gets to be included as an apprentice and how he'd interact w everyone

Sosososososo sorry for dropping off the face of the earth right after you sent me this lmfao heres a lil thing so everyone knows im not dead

[drac0line1nn1t]

*Laura and gambit and blade and wade and Electra in the honda Odyssey*

Laura: soo, why is the car covered in so much blood

Wade: oh me and wolvie were just having a little fun

Gambit: this is the result of fun?

Wade: yeah, you're lucky it's only one type of bodily fluid *laughs*

*chorus of ews and gross followed by the loud sound of retching from the trunk of the car*

[whumpster-dumpster]

Caretaker coming into Whumpee's dimly lit room to check on them, stopping up short when they step in something wet

[deancasforcutie]

why did no one tell me about the 9.03 I'm No Angel storyboards aka Destiel Take on Me

it's got EVERYTHING. lingering stares written directly into the text. Dean speedrunning the widower arc with literally all the character focus on him. hayscoded penetration in the season already overflowing with it to fill their Fanfic Gap. "Actor Specific Action" inserts that brought us some of the Jacting Joices of all time.

also lamp

[aromanticgarbage]

"We need lots of blood. It's a bloody song, yknow? It cries." x

Blood in Joji's music videos.

[ckret2]

Can Bill tell Soos anything about Soos's father just to piss off Abuelita? After all, he likes to piss.

Axolotl, I hope this joke isn't too stupid.

Anon, I am eyeing you with the deepest suspicion.

Anyway—

Bill can tell Soos tons about his father.

Bill would never piss off Abuelita.

After Mabel, Abuelita is the one person in the house Bill least wants to piss off. His first full day in the shack, she tried to poison him with a genial, inscrutable calm; and remained genially inscrutably calm when he called her out on it. That's a stone-cold killer. She wasn't afraid to try to kill Bill Cipher and she wasn't afraid when she was caught trying to kill Bill Cipher. He respects her and slightly fears her. So far, she's the only human who's outright tried to kill him since his reincarnation, and he feels there's very little keeping her from trying again.

If that weren't a concern though, he might occasionally make jabs about Soos's dad to him—and why stop there, his mom is a sore spot too—not to piss off Abuelita but just to bully Soos.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

my four basic needs

tea, pyramid head, bean bags, bodily fluids

[zedortoo]

This guy again THANK YOU @saltplane FOR REMINDING ME OF THE DUMB GAY COUSIN MEME ITS PERFECT FOR HIM

[camgirlkaminari]

i just caught up with the latest chapters and like. those dudes definitely made out right? like that's not even subtext? like horikoshi fully said one and two absolutely went hog wild upon each other like. in the text, right??????? I have other, more cool and normal thoughts, but what is really important to me right now is that. those dudes definitely canonically got nasty. right???????????????????

[theunknowntako]

Meet Ravy, the carefree barista who loves cooking, baking, and making drinks. His mini game involves making sweets and drinks for the customers at his cafe.

[droughtofapathy]

No, I'm with Patti on this one. I do not like watching or listening to people spit. If it's just going to be that for twenty minutes, I might pass on this.

[coriander-candlesticks]

Introductions ✨✨

Hey! I'm Coriander. It's not what I go by in my other blogs on here but I want to keep things a bit more separate, at least at first. This is gonna be a long one (sorry) so I'm adding a cut.

I'm exploring Hellenic polytheism, and have only recently started, but it's something I've been considering, in a way, for over a year. I don't have a big, intense story that marks the beginning for me; I didn't necessarily feel a personal, spiritual connection to any of the deities from the time I was a young child in the way others describe, and I haven't had an intense experience that marked the beginning of my path.

I've always felt drawn to Greek mythology, though. I have a distinct memory of laying on my stomach on the floor of the school library in 3rd or 4th grade, reading a picture book about Hades and Persephone. It kept my attention the way others - even Egyptian mythology, another major interest - didn't. I, of course, had the classic queer kid experience of being super into the Percy Jackson series for a while, but my interest in it predated that. The specific deities I've been drawn to have changed somewhat as I've grown up, and they definitely shaped some of my interests. But delving into them again has helped me see connections that weren't explicitly connected to Greek mythology. I felt drawn to Athena growing up, for example, and my love of owls was definitely shaped by that. Even though that has settled into the background somewhat, that connection has persisted in things like my knitting and desires to dye yarn and learn how to weave (side note: I associate crochet more with Apollo, actually, despite it also being a fiber art). I felt connected to Artemis and Persephone as a kid, but that waned as I got older, discovered I was trans, and began my transition. I've felt connected to Hestia and her quiet hearth-keeping since I learned about her: I've always strived to make myself & my space safe and welcoming for others, and being told I succeeded in that is one of the best compliments I've received. But my interests in the morbid (ex Pompeii & the Paris catacombs), psychopomps, rocks & minerals, and keys weren't explicitly related to Hades. Some of the connections didn't click until I started to look into him more seriously about a year ago. I was an artist and had interests in writing, poetry, singing, and playing instruments long before it actually clicked that all of those fell into Apollo's domain, as I associated Athena far more with visual arts as a kid. I also didn't realize that he & Artemis cover diseases (another long-running interest) until very recently. The concept of xenia, too, was something I grew up with to some extent, even though no one called it that. My father modelled it to my siblings and I; I even learned about it within the context of ancient Greece at some point growing up and it stuck with me, despite not knowing the name.

I grew up Mormon, and was incredibly devout until college, when the pandemic forcibly separated me from that environment and I not only discovered that I was queer in several ways, but realized that the Church 1) wasn't safe to stay in and 2) wasn't actually true (which came later, when I started to get over my fear of reading "anti-Mormon literature"). During that period between those two realizations I got into tarot and using plants and crystals for their correspondences (two other interests growing up), as well as using rocks to ground myself. At that time, I considered myself a "liminal Mormon", and was reaching out to Heavenly Mother specifically via tarot. But as it set in that Mormonism specifically, and Christianity generally, wasn't for me, I got more and more interested in modern witchcraft separated from the belief system I was raised in.

It never quite felt right, though. The constant need for protections and doing something "the right way" lest things backfire and you invite the wrong thing into your home, or hurt yourself, or others, or or or, made my anxious & scrupulous brain go into overdrive. I wasn't even sure I believed in it spiritually, or if I was just interested in it from a mindfulness standpoint, and staring down the barrel of comically high piles of research without knowing where to start was exhausting. The concept of dual deities, the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine, put a bad taste in my mouth (which bled over into Persephone for a while because she and Hades are often used to symbolize those archetypes- sorry Persephone). But, not wanting to listen too much to my discomfort (since part of it may have been, and probably was, prior conditioning), I pushed ahead and actually completed one ritual that had all of the steps - cleansing, representations of the four elements and directions, etc. - and was very carefully designed to leave room for growth and change. It represented the start of my path. I still have the jar I made during the ritual, though I'm still trying to figure out what to do with it.

Around that time, I was considering whether or not to work with deities- specifically Hades, as that was who I felt the most drawn to at the time. The idea interested me, but I wasn't sure if it was from an academic or spiritual angle. I'd really only seen deity work from a modern witchcraft/neo-pagan perspective which, again, didn't sit right with me. On top of that, I wasn't quite ready to let go of Christianity even though I already functionally had, and was terrified of doing something "wrong" and getting, for lack of a better term, sent to (figurative) hell. I decided to do a simple "yes/no" tarot pull and got about the clearest "no" you can get: a reversed Ace of Swords. So I decided to let it rest and that, if I ever felt drawn to it again, I could re-approach the topic.

So, for over a year, I didn't touch it. Continuing with witchcraft after the ritual didn't feel right, either, so my altar collected dust while I tried to sort out my spirituality (or lack thereof). I settled on "I don't know and that's okay" and left it at that, trusting that when the time came, and I had more energy and mental space, that I would be able to start looking into things again.

I never truly stopped thinking about the idea of deity work/worship, though. It was always in the back of my mind. I figured it was because of the way I was raised and tried to sever my idea of spirituality from how I was conditioned while I worked through my religious trauma, got on anxiety medication, and learned more about myself and how I interacted with the world (including that I have both ADHD and autism, something that surprised no one).

Recently I talked with a witchy friend about my thoughts on divinity and what is or isn't out there (neither of us were sure but we both felt like there was something), and that conversation gave me the button I needed to start looking into paganism again. I realized at work a week or two later that I could just look up the different paths of paganism (a term I'd recently heard that hadn't clicked before then) and see if there was one that did fit. The first site I found not only had a clear, concise explanation for belief systems I hadn't knowingly come across before, but it touched on Hellenic polytheism and gave a recommendation for someone to watch to learn more about it. And unlike the sharp knot in my chest that warned me away from attending BYU, and going on a mission, and delving further into modern witchcraft as I'd been introduced to it, learning about Hellenic polytheism felt right. It was heavy and grounding and like home. Many of the issues I'd had with other neo-pagan systems - the constant vigilance & protections & concerns over trickster spirits, for example - simply didn't exist there, or were approached very differently. I still had a mental block about it, though, and realized it was because of that tarot pull a year prior. So I did another one, and got a clear "Yes, jump right in. We're waiting for you". And that's where I've been since which, granted, hasn't been for very long. I've felt especially connected to Apollo and Aphrodite recently, who I believe reached out in a different tarot pull recently - using the same card, actually - which is interesting because while I've appreciated different ways Aphrodite has been depicted, I haven't felt very connected to her in a way I realized was her until recently. It makes sense, though- I got into my first relationship around the same time I did that ritual, and not only are we still together a year later, but a trinket I used to ground myself during those first few months is also pretty directly associated with her. I'm planning on adding it to her altar/shrine area as soon as I find it (it's also still amongst the moving wreckage).

But anyway, hi! If you read this far thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. If anyone has recommendations for books or other educational resources, or discord servers/other online forum-esque communities, please feel free to share. I've been enjoying looking through the tags and getting a feel for the community here, too; hopefully I'm here to stay.

[moonknightassappreciator]

As top surgery draws closer I’m reminded of the time my dad had pneumonia and got drains put in and I straight up fainted in his hospital room bc I caught a glimpse of the drains. Not sure how that’s gonna translate to my own major surgery but it’s gonna be interesting to find out!

[anjanahalo]

As a thing to say this Pride Month, part of accepting I was aroace was asking myself if I really wanted to get some sort of romantic partner. The answer was...not really? I like my own company. I don't feel any big urge to have "One True Love" in my life. Social contact was serviced well through close friends. Sex and Romance didn't need involvement. Maybe I'll die a single spinster, but spinning yarn was an occupation that could earn a woman enough money to live on her own. Thus the equation of spinster to older single woman. She is strong, independant, anddon'tneednoman. Wanting a man is cool, but I don't even really want one of that. There are aspects of kink culture I enjoy, but I most enjoy the things that don't really involve intercourse. I also enjoy whump writing, but that's because it's another form of intimacy that doesn't deal with sex. Hell, I realized I don't like most Top 40 songs because most of them are about being in love or someone asking to get back with someone after cheating on them. The former I find boring because I can't relate (and I can listen to a song about being a tree and relate), and the latter has me hoping the singer purposefully cast themselves as the bad guy in their own song. Anyway, my big move when I embraced my sexuality is to stop looking for a romantic partner on apps. They didn't work well for me anyway. "Swipe Right if you like them!" it says. How do I know I like them? I can tell if they're conventionally attractive, sure, but a picture and a short curated bio don't tell me enough to even consider them. Deleting those apps and thinking "I don't need or want a romantic partner" made me feel free. Thank goodness my parents aren't pushing me to marry or have kids, and my brother's successfully continued the genetic family line so I don't have to. Happy Pride Month from a relaxed Asexual, a proud Aromantic, and, bonus points, and pondering egg cracking its shell.