#ojoj

[krwawymotylekana]

Ja po sh i w trakcie głodówki musząca ubrać strój kąpielowy:

[joffyworld]

JoJo moment tarot moment WE GOT JOJO AND TAROT

IX THE HERMIT

The Hermit yearns to be alone. He knows that the only way to process what is happening in life is to withdraw from the noise of the world and create a quiet space of solitude. When The Hermit comes up in your reading, the answers you need will come from within. Be very still, and listen...

Olin was one of the eldest follower at the time he was selected as the next vessel, being ascended to meet with his god. Things are getting dangerous, so it's time to close up the temple and work from within its borders.

Olin is an apparently elderly purple turtle, even using a walking stick to move around. What few recognize before it's too late is that he is a very capable martial artist, and the whole old man thing he has going on is just a façade to hide it. He was supposed to be Niles' backup decades prior, in case the bison wasn't good enough for The One Who Waits. There are patches of black fur covering his shoulders.

Olin was selected just a year after Niles had left the cult, being the one to push for an expedited selection. Being a contemporary of the last vessel, and as such very experienced, it was decided that he would be the best candidate. And so, the ritual of ascension was performed.

The One Who Waits wasn't very thrilled to see a old looking turtle being the one selected, until Olin straightened up his back and challenged Aym for a fight to demonstrate why he was the next pick after Niles. The poor cat didn't even know what happened before he was lying down on his back with his staff tossed near his brother. With the capacity to defend the cult out of the way, there were just a few questions to make sure the turtle was ready for what he would need to do. After all, managing a cult with minimal crusading to get resources or followers would be tricky at best, and yet he managed to convince the chained god that he was the turtle for the job.

Truth be told, he did an amazing job. Granted, there was plenty of work from his predecessors to rely upon, and both Violet and Benson were a short trip away for advice when needed, but no one before managed to run a self sustaining cult before, until him. Followers' bodies were composted into fertilizer upon their deaths, seeds were replanted upon harvesting, food was prepared and distributed to everyone, sin was harvested, then used to conceive new followers. The only thing needed that required the odd crusade were bones, as even if they were harvested from dead followers, it was never enough.

Olin's crusades were specially long, spending months at a time out of the cult to accrue enough resources before sacrificing himself to return. He made sure they could go that long without the bearer, but he still tried to wrap up things as fast as possible when he had enough with him. His main target was Darkwood, as it had the weakest enemies on the lands of the Old Faith, and he got to meet with Forneus a few times, though Baines seemed to no longer be anywhere in the continent. Still, no passage in the land of the dead means that he was still alive and kicking. Nadine and Niles are nowhere to be found either. He had the occasional run in with he of Havoc, where he would taunt the Bishop and his chaotic ways by being nearly impossible to hit. Leshy saw this as enrichment to kill his boredom, as the turtle wasn't exactly a paragon of order either.

Things went on like this for the next 3 decades, and the heat from the Bishops in regards to the cult seemed to die down due to the low activity of this vessel.

Eventually, things have calmed down enough to it was time to step down, allowing for the next generation to take the helm. After the daily sermon and a few last second rituals, Olin took his athame into the privacy of his room as a final sacrifice to his god, and ritualistically sacrificed himself. After returning the crown to the chained god, and being returned to life, he says his goodbyes to his disciples before leaving the cult to be a hermit in the lands of the Old Faith. He lives in the wilderness between the Bishop's territories, so he is rarely visited.

There has been no vessels for the next 5 years.

Olin's favored weapon is a staff that looks like a walking stick at a first glance, a form which the crown remained as most of the time. His fleece took the form of praying beads worn with his shaolin style monk robes.

Among the vessels, Olin was the one that more often performed prayers to use their magical properties. He would wake up before dawn every day and pray while meditating until came time for the daily sermon. The effects of his prayer manifested as a thick mist that hid the cult grounds from outside influence.

Also, you know the drill by now guys. A very bizarre reference is in here.

[maddytheweird]

some of my fave pics of Mistah Emasaan in honour of his b-day

[kocourmokroocko]

Mít anemii je jako

"Typyčo, ty nemáš krev!! Musíme ti sebrat osm ampulek krve, abychom se mohli v labu řehnit, jak jí fakt nemáš. Cožeto? Ano, toto se bude dít opakovaně. Potřebuju materiál na memíčka, neasi... Ne, neřekneme ti z těch testů nic jinýho, než že nemáš krev. Na ostatní věci ti musíme sebrat jinou krev, ne tuhle krev!!! Tahle krev je na memíčka. Ojoj, čumim na hodiny a je čtvrt napiču! Nastav ruku a vyber si žílu, kotě. *vytáhne brčko* Hajzle, jaktože ještě furt nemáš krev"

[daily-dose-of-bucket]

Day 77: my measly contribution to mermay before it's over

I decided to make her a Japan blue guppy and I also gave her a fun little outfit because I was feeling silly. And Kugie is a hermit crab using Kanna's bucket as a shell. Don't worry about the logic here.

The scales texture is by jojo-ojoj on DeviantArt!

[niko-ur-local-moron]

Ohhhhh how the tables have turned lmao

Goddammit I knew I should've gone with the ending B in gta 5

[luvvsharkss]

!! SKIEROWANE DO MNIE !!

( Piszę ten post bo bardziej motywuje mnie coś, co przeczytałam na internecie, w książce itp. a muszę się bardziej zmotywować )

Hej ulańcu, wiesz co? Kurwa weź już rób ten workout!! Bo pozostaniesz taka tłusta jaka jesteś, no chyba że to chcesz? Pewnie nie, więc bierz się do pracy. " Brzuch mnie przed chwilą bolał, nie powinnam ćwiczyć.. " ojoj.. czyli chcesz być ulana i tłusta, tak? Wiesz, że są osoby które robią 10k kroków, robią workout, i są przy tym na faście? Ich też brzuch boli, z głodu, a to robią, więc lepiej weź rusz ten tłusty tyłek bo jakbyś naprawdę chciała schudnąć to byś zrobiła ten workout, więc jak go nie zrobisz.. to obrośniesz ochydnym tłuszczem 🤢🤢, a przecież chcesz go bardzo mało, prawda?? Zobacz tylko na te bonespo.. ty też kiedyś będziesz tak wyglądała jak na to zapracujesz.

( jak chcecie to możecie używać )

^ tu jakieś thinspo / bonespo

[luonnon-varainen]

The moon presence

Some lore(?) I guess. Maybe the impact on culture and how they were viewed as a god...?

I'm bad at summarising what I'm doing/do/did- ojoj-

+ happy pride month everyone ✨

[rozoweeokularki]

Chcesz być jak lalka?

Ojoj ale jak będziesz dalej tak wpierdalać to chyba nigdy nią nie zostaniesz

Lalki przecież nie jedzą pamiętasz?

[za-sniegiem]

Najgorsza jest świadomość, że za dużo zależy ode mnie, aby było dobrze. Nakładam na siebie presję, której nie spełniam. Nie radzę sobie, obwiniam się, a chciałabym, żeby tylko było dobrze.

Praca nad sobą jest o tyle ��mudna, że muszę zmienić siebie. Czyli coś, co kształtowałam przez wiele lat. Przekonania, obawy, opinie, wszystko jest nakierowane nie w tę stronę, co trzeba.

Chcę się zmienić, chcę zawalczyć o "będzie dobrze", a nie bezradnie siedzieć w tym dole i tylko narzekać: "Ojoj, biedna, nieszczęśliwa, tylko śmierć jest mi bliska".

[rozoweniebo]

☆ TW MEANSPO ☆

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xddd ty znowu po binge? ojoj jak mi przykro że gruba świnia się pohamować nie umie xddd ej ja serio nie moge z ciebie, nie wiem dlaczego ty nie chcesz się zmienić i udowodnić tym wszystkim którzy ci sprawili przykrość ze względu na twoje ciało że się mylili xd te twoje ogromne fałdy tłuszczu wylewają się kiedy tylko siedzisz a ty dalej nic z tym nie chcesz zrobić i wpierdalasz bez opamiętania tłumacząc się 'oo miałam binge' sringe xd może w końcu pora nauczyć się samokontroli? tak się żalisz, płaczesz w poduszke przez to ile wpierdolilaś i jak gruba jesteś i zamiast coś z tym zrobić ty dalej wpierdalasz bez opamiętania. spokojnie świnko jedzenie ci nie ucieknie a tłuszcz z twojego braku samokontroli pozostanie z tobą już na zawsze.

[crush-zombie]

Some Cure Scarlet phone wallpapers! 🎆 Texture credits: Tempestazure, jojo-ojoj, Lyotta, sradixonn, fiftyfivepixels

[vanillaxmochi]

“Battles aren't won by strength alone, but I guess they're not won by strategy alone, either...“ - Ishida Masamune (Sparring Complete Line)

I managed to forge Ishida Masamune today!! I'm so happy. I had a bunch of Request Toukens left over after getting him, so I'm currently trying to forge Hyuuga so Ishida doesn't get lonely without his younger brother

Model: おナス Pose: Yamimori MME: ミーフォ茜, RavAndCheese Corner Pattern: jojo-ojoj

[faggotskommando]

Hej krejzolu. 2 1 3 7 do muzyki ok

ojoj okey więc tak jeśli dobrze czytam te numerki to:

2 - makes me sad koniec świata - oranżada even tho its more melancholic than sad to me it still makes me want to stare at the ceiling wistfully sometimes

1 - makes me happy rocket - susumu hirasawa its good :) yippee!

3 - made me cry switched on lotus - also by hirasawa especially when you read about the context behind it

7 - ill never get tired of listening to ermmm to only make half of the post about hirasawa i will say its krew boga by kult because im a lameass whos been obsessed with them since i was 14 :)

[luonnon-varainen]

It's about 20 days to toh final. I'm rewatching whole serie to catch all hints what may happened in last episode. During "Witches before wizards" I noticed how many foreshadows were in this episode, but it didn't really drawn my attention. There is enough content that explain what mean what, nothing to add. Thing that really makes me "woooo bro hold on" was 2-3 second clip of the blue shooting star.

It is probably just another foreshadow, but I think it might be something way more interesting - that might mean that elder collectors are way closer to the Boiling Isles planet than we thought and they check what is going down there.

Just by looking at the star, it is visible how similar colours are used in this one and those made by the Collector. Shape, type of movement and lenght of comet tail. Whole motive gives this little "ojoj" vibe. It couldn't be just a coincidence~

(Colour comparison. Ignore Luz, she end up here because same colours and shape of "celestial staff's" magic, which is also concerning)

But it leads to one simple question: Why?

Clearly there is no point in checking up this planet and being so close to it. Everything is probably already collected, clearing the planet has happened and new start has been put in motion. Elder collectors won the war, they don't need to check if titans are trying to rise again against them, they already all dead and obedient(one titan won't stop the extinction of entire species, sorry King). There is no threat to watch over and control in case of a rebellion. King is all alone, by himself, without any perspective to stop the extinction, so there is no need to still look for him. Also all this happened at least 500 years earlier. This activity seems to be just wasting energy, unless the reason for checking up on the planet is different.

Elders may not look for a titan, but for their missing kid.

For some weird reason there is nothing, absolutely nothing about whether elders looked for the Collector or not. I think they did or rather are looking for the kid. Yeah, they are nightmare fuel for every organic/living being, but I really don't think they are such a bad parents, who don't care about own offspring. It wouldn't make sense judging by collectors huggy/touchy personality(in context they really often touches King, hugs him, hold his hands ect. somebody probably had very contactual family) and painting where is clearly visible that they really enjoy the kid's company and are delighted by the fact they joined them.

After the Collector's disappearance, elders would start searching for the kid. Probably a lot as any other parents, whose kid get lost in shopping centre. Considering their op tracking and hunting abilities, collectors should quickly find the mirror, but they didn't. It sounds a bit inconsistent, unless the fact that collectors opponents were titans. It's been shown that titans knows the hiding "glyph". In " Echoes of the past" and "King's tide" this symnols are exposed. It means that they are capable of creating spells that can camouflage objects and living beings from collectors sharpen senses. That may mean that the mirror has the same quality to be undetectable by them.

Elders didn't free the Collector, because they do not care. They didn't do that, because there is no way for them to sens and find this tiny prison. No matter how hard they tried to find the child, they physically couldn't. Collectors keep checking up on the Boiling Isles till modern time hoping that sealing spell faded away (probably all spells have their expiry date and for star-long-lifetime beings it not so long to wait for) and make reunion with the missing child.

The reunion probably wouldn't be the nicest one. Full of arguing, cring, explaining, persuading and other emotional forms of "discussing", yet very important for both sides.

[resentfuljustice]

Užsivertusi plastikinį bokalą, pabaiginėjau paskutinius sidro likučius – mane ir oro uosto pakilimo taką teskyrė vienas stiklo sluoksnis, o už jo stebėjau betekančią pilnatį. Dar kartą žvilgtelėjau į kavinės meniu – negalėjau patikėti, kad už šitą vieną prasto gėrimo skardinę suplojau visus 7 eurus. Buvau pamiršusi, kad ne tik keleiviams peržengus oro uosto slenkstį nebegalioja jokios visuomenės normos ar laiko zonos – tas pačias taisykles nesigėdydamos taikė ir visos maitinimo įstaigos, įsikūrusios už dažniau negu kartais užstringančių sukamų durų.

Skrydis iš Vilniaus į Stambulą jau vėlavo daugiau negu valandą. Nervingai spoksojau į savo bilietą, kuriame ryškiai raudonu šriftu buvo pažymėtas persėdimo laikas – 2 valandos 10 minučių. Oficialiai tiek laiko turėjau turėti idealiame pasaulyje, kur niekas nesugalvoja apsividuriuoti viduryje praėjimo tako lėktuvo salone. Arba kur lėktuvai nesileidžia avariniu būdu Ankaroje, nes Stambulą sugalvojo užklupti vieną-kartą-į-dešimtmetį pasitaikanti, potvynius sukelianti liūtis. Galvodama, kaip turėčiau interpretuoti šitą likimo siunčiamą ženklą džiaugiausi, kad kaip niekada laiku (pirmą kartą!) sugalvojau išsiruošti į tolimą kelionę tik su rankiniu bagažu. Guodžiausi, jog jeigu ir nespėsiu laiku persėsti į originaliai suplanuotą skrydį į Seoulą, bent jau galėsiu nakvodama oro uosto laukimo salėje pykčio ašaras šluostytis su švariom kojinėm.

Lėktuvas pakilo vėluodamas lygiai 2 valandas – minučių tikslumu, prieš tai beveik valandą žiūrėjau į tuštumą per aprasojusį lėktuvo langą. Žinojau, kad nebūtų labai protinga tikėtis spėti į tolimesnį skrydį, iki kurio pakilimo bus likusios visos DEŠIMT minučių mums nusileidus, bet negalėjau nustoti viltis, kad audra sutrikdė visus skrydžius be išimties. Bet kai dešinėje manęs sėdintis bičas pašnekėjo su stiuardese – iki tol leidęs laiką atsipalaidavęs ir besidarydamas selfius (juos siuntė dviems skirtingoms panoms, vienai per Messengerį, kitai per Whatsappą) – išsitraukė Airpodus iš ausų, iš kišenės išsikuitęs Nicorette pakelį, susigrūdo dvi gumas į burną ir pradėjo nervingai kramtyti, supratau, kad geriau nusileidus nebėgčiau prie kito skrydžio vartų, o pabandyčiau susisiekti su viešbučiu ir perkelti mūsų viešnagę viena diena į priekį.

Vėliau, kai visa permirkusi ore tvyrančia drėgme skuodžiau skersai Stambulo oro uosto link B4 vartų, nesijaučiau labai dėkinga dėl taip susiklosčiusių aplinkybių – bet vos tik lėktuvui palietus žemę (ir švelniai susiskersavus ant ten tyvuliuojančių "ežerų"), ekrane užsižiebė mano jungiamojo skrydžio numeris ir šalia daug žadantis žodis DELAYED. Kad ir kaip apgailėtinai skambėtų, labiausiai džiaugiausi dėl to, kad man nereikės su niekuo aiškintis dėl viešbučio datos perkėlimo, t.y. neprireiks niekur skambinti…

12 kartų kirtau Atlanto vandenyną, 8 kartus perskrodžiau per pusę Ramiojo vandenyno tam, kad atsidurčiau 50-ojoje JAV valstijoje, bet dar nebuvo tekę kojos įkelti į tokį… senovišką lėktuvą. Viskas aplinkui buvo taip gelsva – žiūrėdama į pageltusias plastmases, nebūčiau buvusi šokiruota sužinojusi, kad šitas lėktuvas skraidė dar tada, kai salonuose buvo galima rūkyti. Eidama į tualetą paslapčia tikėjausi, kad durys iš vidaus bus apklijuotos kultūristų iš 80-tųjų plakatais – arba mažų mažiausiai nuo viršaus luptis pradėjusiais senais sienų apmušalais – bet tokiais pusiau veliūriniais, iškiliais gėlių raštais. Per praplyšusias kolonėles plerpė SPA tematikos muzika, o aš įgriuvau į savo vietą 30-oje eilėje. Akimirką net nesupratau į ką žiūriu – priešais mane sėdynėje buvo "tulpės" ir LANo jungtys. Ne USB-C. Net ne USB. Kilnodama porankius nuoširdžiai galvojau surasianti ten laidinį telefoną.

Po 10 valandų sėdėjau Seoulo metro stoties tualete, kur mano unitazą puošė dvi mygtukų eilės – po keturis kiekvienoje. Trys iš jų galėjo paleisti skirtingas melodijas – jūros ošimą, vėjo ūžesį arba lietaus šniokštimą – nes neduok Dieve tavo kaimynė gretimoje kabinoje išgirs kaip tu lukšteni tamponą iš celofaninės pakuotės. Sveiki atvykę į 2050.