#orris group

[orrisgurugram]

"Orris Group: Building Sustainable Communities with Innovative Design and Quality Construction"

Orris Builder is a real estate development company. We build commercial and residential properties in Gurgaon, India. We are well-known for our unique and creative designs.

"Our projects are located in the prime locations of Gurgaon, which are highly desirable."

We are offering residents convenient access to everything they need. We aim to create sustainable communities. We focus on green spaces and modern amenities. We provide a high quality of life for our customers. Orris has built a reputation as a trustworthy company, with many people seeking out our luxury living and retail spaces. At Orris Group, we take pride in delivering top-notch properties.

Our projects are designed to create sustainable communities that provide residents with a high quality of life. Orris incorporates green spaces and modern amenities in its projects To ensure that they meet the needs and expectations of its clients. The company's reputation for excellence is built on its commitment to quality. We strive to exceed customer expectations. We deliver high-quality projects with superior design—construction, and functionality. Orris Group's projects are located in prime locations throughout Gurgaon. We ensure that residents have access to all the amenities the city offers. Orris Group is a trusted name in the real estate industry in Gurgaon. Our projects are highly sought-after by those looking for luxury living and prime retail spaces. Customer satisfaction sets it apart from other industry developers.

Mission: Orris Builder's mission is to deliver the best in various sectors. We aim to impact people's lives by providing world-class services and facilities. We aim to create sustainable and modern communities in the real estate sector. We strive to offer a superior standard of living to our residents. Our projects incorporate green spaces, innovative designs, and modern amenities!

Our entertainment hubs feature shopping malls, multiplex cinemas, and various dining options! We are also committed to providing world-class hospitality services. Our mission is to deliver the best in various sectors and positively impact society. Our commitment is to provide world-class services and facilities!

Vision: Our vision is to become a leading real estate developer. We aim to create sustainable communities that promote a healthy, eco-friendly lifestyle! Innovation is another key element of our vision. Innovation is critical to creating customer value and staying ahead of the competition. We explore new technologies and ideas.

Also, to our commitment to quality, innovation, and sustainability! We are dedicated to building strong relationships with our customers, partners, and stakeholders.

Orris Builder's aim is to become a leading name in the real estate sector. Focusing on innovation, we are committed to achieving this vision.

[sh33bsreblogging]

Response to Previous Tags: So. HI. UH. OP, I wasn’t expecting you to catch me in the tags, as that usually doesn’t happen to me.

I know you said "in the tags" but. tags would not be able to contain everything. OF WHICH, OP I DONT EXPECT YOU TO READ EVERYTHING IF THE KEEP READING THING DOESNT SHOW UP IN THE REBLOGS. OK. I dont know how this Will look in reblogs either so PRECAUTIONARY WARNING OKK, long as fuck. I'll put condensed version in tags.

But, okay, if oc’s count then… properly my favorite character is one of my own making, and she is named Night Verr’la. (Ver-rr-la) [Roll your r's] Who is a Tavern keeper, and was previously a Paladin. (As mentioned in initial reblog) Which, isn’t actually her real name. It is a false one she made from her previous one. Vera Knight.

Reason for that is the whole Paladin thing wasn't a great one.

Vera Knight comes from the world Sil'vina (Sill-vin-na), specifically from the city Navatal (Nav-ah-tal). There are 7 main gods, called lordfolkes, in this world and Navatal has a big religious following under one of these. The Lordfolke Nature.

Vera's parents were alright for what they could be in Navatal's environment. Both of them were Paladins themselves, and did push for Vera to become one as well, but others from outside of the family were pushing for this as well. They were both religious under Nature.

Starting at 7 training for being a Knight began- something that was just common practice for this Medieval time-period set world- and would continue on for several years until she was 19. Sometime during this period, Vera would have interest taken in on her by a subsection of worshipers of Nature that were more fanatical in nature than others. This cult would have her be changed from who she was normally trained under to a more secretive section. Training already was hard, but the new one was considerably more brutal.

Despite this, Vera did excel at it, but with this change she began to notice and realize that she didn't want to be doing what she was doing. Before this point, she was fully believing in the ideals of those around her and doing what others wanted her to do, or to become. This did not change very quickly, but over the course of a few years it would lead to her running off from all of that.

Now, I've not mentioned anything of what the training has apart of it, only that it was difficult. Navatal's religious side has a thing for wanting Paladins and Clerics to become something known as a Messenger. - A Messenger is the equivalent of an "angel" or even a "champion" for the lordfolke they serve under. They are blessed with markings after making an oath to serve the god once training was complete, unsurprisingly called "Messenger Markings" currently, and these gift the individual with access to the ability to have stronger magic at base than normal. These markings take on different shapes depending on which god it is from. Nature is that of vines, leaves, and eyes.

Vera was going to become a Paladin with the end goal of becoming a Messenger. This path of training is unusually brutal, designed more in mind of making these individuals more like into a weapon than a solider. Putting them at odds with their peers, living in a situation of fear of breaking any rule due to threat of harsh punishment. Often this was physical harm of death.

Some of their training had them following commands to kill those who had broken religious rules without any question.

Vera would at first be fully within this mindset, but the 4 years spent training she would discover things that would slowly make her question more and more of what she was doing. Though, this questioning started after the final trial to earn her markings. A misinterpreted phrase, "survival of the fittest", lead the fanatical group to have those they pulled aside into this separate training to fight to become a Messenger. Last one standing was the "fittest" and thus fit to become one. I do not think it needs to be said who won that.

Which, as mentioned previously, caused her to run off during what would of been the 5th year of training. She realized that she didn't want to be a Paladin, or a Messenger, or following under her god. None of this was something she ever wanted, and instead being things that Someone Else wanted her to do.

Running off meant leaving everything she knew for the unknown, and breaking her oath. The oath being broken means a rather painful moment of the markings changing, no longer a blessing and more of a curse at this point. Angular, thorny, vines with open, eyes with cat-like slits are now what they look like, in contrast to the smooth curls and leaves of what it was previously. These cover her upper arms, shoulders, and back.

When she now uses plant magic it will feel like these vines constrict around her, digging their thorns in to her skin. Her magic supply has been reduced back to what it was, an issue when you've been trained to use spells that drain more than you naturally have, and it is further an issue because the strength of the magic she has didn't reduce. This doesn't sound like an issue, but it is for similar reason to that of the spells she knows, it takes more concentration to control stronger magic, and her concentration is contested against by the markings causing her pain.

It is a recipe for easy Magic scarring.

Magic scarring is when magic is mishandled by the caster, or significantly damaged by another caster.

Despite this, she learns more Mind magic from a fellow run away, another under a different lordfolke [Prophecy] who no longer wanted what they originally set out to do. She already knew some mind magic, things of illusion and trickery to make the environment harder to navigate, so you couldn't escape from her.

But this individual taught her how to mess with memories. To take them out of someone's head and into a stone.

Vera, at this point, has changed from using her name to using an alias. Night Verr'la, and on top of that one, she would become known as "Burden Bearer" by those she used this new spell on.

See, she still wanted to help people, she always had wanted to help others. She thought she was doing this while as a Paladin, but that wasn't so as she learned. Now she was trying to help people again, though again it wouldn't go well.

12 years she spends as Burden Bearer, going around and "helping" others by removing the memories they didn't want to remember. Anything they didn't want to remember, and keep them safe. The hope was that they would come back and deal with it, and some did, but most simply left the memories there with her.

This becomes an issue after a certain Sillia Fiear. Her final client.

Sillia sought out Burden Bearer in not the erasure of a memory, but in the management of emotions. She had been afflicted with the Golden Curse, after having stolen from The Golden Dragon. A curse that would make her transform into a dragon herself during outbursts of emotions, commonly stress or anger. This draconic form was functional solely off of fight or flight responses, there was no higher thought other than that. Sillia was commonly the Fight response, and so you can see how this leads into trouble for her when this hot-head gets too worked up and now there is a large dragon killing everything in the vicinity to Make the area safe for it.

Night was not as experienced in assisting in such a request, but attempted to anyways. But the extraction of memory or emotion alike is a tricky process, and after a while something was bound to go wrong.

A patient too worked up, a mistake made, magic strained beyond what she had, and a fight broke out, resulting in Sillia's death, and Night's close call with it.

In this fight, the memory stones that Night had got shattered. This returns those memories to those people, and in a way makes them relive it partially. ... Some memories are too harsh to relive again, especially after experiencing a life with them gone, to learn what these experiences stole from you is a bit too much for some.

Night stopped being Burden Bearer after that. Scared from the fight, horrified at what happened in result of it with the memory stones, and yet feeling nothing about it, which scared her further. If only for it to drain away, causing a slight loop of horror.

See, the spell Night over extended her abilities on, was a Calm Emotions spell. It scarred her, she used too much of magic she didn't have to try and vainly calm Sillia down. Magic scarring effects are influenced by the spell that caused it. In this case, Night was now afflicted with a permanent state of neutrality. If emotions were contained in a bucket, then hers had a big hole in the bottom of it, and only the strongest ones could stay around for a little while.

It caused conflict within her, she wanted to feel bad for what had happened, but found that she couldn't, not for long. She already was a bundle of issues but this only made it worse. She hated it, and in turn herself.

Night would end up traveling to a town called Eventide, and set up a Tavern a short distance away from it. No longer trying to help people as directly as she did before, taking up a more passive version of it. A simple rest stop, nothing more than that.

She would come off as closed off and cold to most, nice but only within reason of not being outright rude to customers. She kept to herself, and did not talk much of herself. She would lie of her past, or skip around talking about it.

Eventually a Forestfolke (fae) would come by, and Night would end up setting up a garden in the back for them. M was their name, and M only hung around due to Night's scarring, them having scarring of their own that was the inverse of Night's, but Night didn't want them bothering her customers so she made an area for them to stay.

A pair of individuals would come by that were also runaways, a twins who ran off from their home, due to parents that were not so kind to them. She gave them shelter, and food, and let them stay. After a while, it would be that they formed a found family kind of connection, an adoptive mom, of which the Forestfolke did similar with Night as a sibling dynamic.

a few others would come by, and similar situations of Night growing to care about them would occur, despite the initial distancing she would do to them all.

10 years of being a tavernkeeper. 10 years of the only part of her life that she would consider good, if only for it to end with the town being attacked by a group known as Phobos. With Night and M dying to protect the others, so that they could get to safety.

It was a successful endeavor.

I left out some details here and there, too much to explain everything in one post, I'd go on for even longerrrr. But, here An Image of her, if you wish to see. She weilds a big hammer :]

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

[alastor-simp]

"Ticklish, My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader Oneshot

"Knock-knock, my dear!" Alastor was waiting for you to open you bedroom door. He sought you out to help calm himself down after dealing with Angel's raunchy flirts. He nearly destroyed the lobby with his tentacles, but thankfully Charlie was able to stop him before he went to far and nearly send Angel to double hell. "Its open Al!", you yelled out from the other side of the door. Entering inside, Alastor saw you next to your bed, holding up a black dress, along with other clothes laying on the bed. Smiling wider, he made his way over to you: "Salutations, my dear! What are you doing on this fine evening?" Smiling back, you held the dress closer to your body and faced the mirror: "Nothing much. Niffty happened to have gone shopping and she got me some cute clothes, so I wanted to try them on, but I don't know which one to try first." Alastor continued to stare at you as you stayed facing the mirror, then he turned his attention to the dress in your hands and the others on the bed. The dresses on your bed was a short gothic black dress with long lace sleeves, a blue and white polka dot front dress with a bow, and a short red cocktail dress with a black lace front. (Dress images are below)

His eyes were drawn more to the cocktail dress, so he grabbed that one and approached you. Turning around, you saw Alastor holding up one of the dresses: "Try on this one, my dear!" Thanking Al, you grabbed the red dress and headed towards the bathroom to put it on.

As Al watched you leave to the bathroom, he stood with his hands behind his back and looked over your room. Eyeing the wall, he saw the photos that you had taken of him and the others. Some were of Charlie and Vaggie being an adorable couple, some were of Husk and Angel passed out together, and the others were all group photos. Alastor smiled at the photo you had taken of him. He was inside his radio tower, leaning back against the chair, smiling as he gave his broadcast. The both of you had become the best of friends when he first arrived at the hotel to offer Charlie his services. The both of you bonded over your love for music and also had a love for pranking people, which came in handy when you both wanted to annoy Angel. Lost in thought, Alastor's ears jolted when he heard you call his name. Turning around, his eyes grew wide as he saw you walk out wearing the beautiful dress. Smiling shyly, you had tried on the dress, but you were not able to reach the zipper, so you asked if Al would be able to help you. “Of course, my dear! Allow me!", he said as told you to face the window to give him better access to the zipper.

*Zipppp*, Alastor had succeeded in zipping up your dress, and placed his hands on your hips: "There we are my dear! You look extravagant!" Jumping up from the contact, you moved away from Alastor: "WAH! Don't touch me there!" Wrapping your arms across your abdomen, covering your sides, you backed away from Al, who was staring at you confused. "Why the strange reaction my dear? Are you injured by any chance?", Alastor said as he tiled his head at you, still frozen in shock at your reaction. Shaking your head at Alastor, you told him you were fine and said to him what the real reason was: "S-orry for overreacting. Its just I'm very ticklish there." Alastor took a second to process your words, then he inched closer to you, his smile turned mischievous and his eyes were locked on you like you were prey. "Ticklish, my dear?" Realizing what was happening, you backed up against the mirror and pleaded with Al. Alastor inched closer and closer to you, as he was wriggling his fingers at you. Trying to find a way out, you sidestepped him and rushed for the door. *SNAP* Hearing a snap from behind you, your body teleported and landed on your bed. Trying to get up, you were then felt something wrap around your legs and arms, and realized Al was using his black tentacles to hold you in place: "AL! LET ME GO!" Craning your head up, you saw Alastor at the foot of your bed, smiling as big as the Joker, before he sat down and crawled his way on top of you.

"*Evil cackling* No can do, my dear!" Alastor then placed his hands on your sides, and began to rapidly tickle you. "NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOPPPPPPPP!!" You screamed out, while squirmed around trying to break free from the tentacles. "Laugh my dear!", Al said as he was finding this very entertaining, enjoying the sounds of your laughter. You were starting to run out of breath from Al's tickle attack, as you kept trying to move and screamed out: "AL! ENOUGH! PLEASE! UNCLE! UNCLE!" After a few more minutes, Alastor stopped tickling you, and allowed you to breathe. "HAHA! Enjoyed yourself my dear?" Alastor smiled down at you, as he snapped his fingers, releasing you from the black tendrils. "Pant-pant Your an a**." You panted out your answer, as you glared at Alastor. Alastor smiled wider: "Incorrect! I'm a dear, darling!" You noticed that Al was still sitting on the bed, and your arms were free now. Feeling it was time for some payback, you placed your hands on his torso and tickled him back: "PAYBACK!" You continued to move your fingers, but Alastor was not squirming in the slightest. Looking up at him, you saw that he was still smiling at you with his eyebrow raised. "Are you not ticklish?" you asked him, as you dropped your hands down, stopping your tickle payback. Shaking his head was a clear answer to you that he was not ticklish. "Afraid not, my dear! Looks like your plan for payback failed!", he said while smirking down at you, leaning closer to your face as he was still hovering over you.

The both of you said nothing as you stopped and stared at each other. Your heart was going a mile a minute as you kept staring at Al's eyes, wondering what the heck was going on! Before you knew it, you felt a peck on your forehead, and Al quickly removed himself from the position, and got off the bed, facing away from you with his hands behind his back. "Well I must be off, darling! Time for another broadcast! Au revoir, my dear!", Al said as he made his way to the door, and walked out, leaving you in a state of shock. "W-w-what was t-hat? Did he j-j-ust kiss my forehead?!, your thoughts were in shambles as you were trying to peace together what just happened. It felt like it was a million degrees in the room, based on how hot your face felt. You knew Al wasn't interested in relationships or anything involving romance, so why did he kiss you on the forehead. Heaving a sigh, you fell back against the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it on your face, as you kicked your legs up and down.

[alexa-fika]

Hiii! I love your winged!child fics with mihawk ( as well as all your other fics!) i was wondering if maybe you can write dokucha missing mihawk while he’s away on a mission ? I think it would be kinda cute 🥹 again ty and keep up the amazing work!!!🩵

Monkey Sitters (Dracule!male!reader)

A/N Here we go, is this a cook guys? I think it’s cute and cozy Mihawk with his son. Listen there’s no way Dokucha wouldn’t be friends with the Humandrills, like they are literally the only other thing in the island so it makes sense okay?

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which means reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“I miss papa” he mutters staring at the sea, waiting for the signature raft to come into view

Above the boy stood a group of Humandrills, all shoving against each other until one finally pushes one of the Humandrills the child’s way

The shoved Humandrill looks at his friends, growling at them before turning back and heading towards the kid, slowly sitting next to them

Dokucha looks behind him once they hear movement, blinking owlishly at the humandrill now sitting next to him

The Humandrill looks down at him before lying on the ground so they are at eye level with the child.

Slowly, he puts out his hand, offering to shake his hand.

Dokucha stares at the hand for a while, glancing between it and the humandrill a couple of times before he lets out a series of giggles and shaking the primate's hand

“Hi Mr.Humandrill”

He lets out a series of grunts and sounds his way, seemingly waiting for a response

“Umm, S-orry?”

He lets out another series of howls and hoots, seemingly annoyed by this response

“I'm sorry, Mr.Humandrill. I'm not sure what you are saying.”

He growls, seemingly agitated, before quickly pointing to his wrist, tapping it a couple of times, then he gestures to his head and then points at the sea

“Are..Are you you asking if I’m waiting for Papa?”

He lets out an affirmative grunt

“I am, papa went on a mission, but he will be back soon!”

He lets out another series of rumbles and hoots, before quickly grabbing the boy’s hands once again, urging him to follow him

“Where are we going Mr.Humandrill?” He said increasing his speed to keep up with him

He lets out a single grunt and keeps walking forward, motioning for the child to follow him, taking hold of one of the branches of a nearby tree

“What are we do- WOAH” the child suddenly let out a scream, his wings flapping wildly as his feet leave the ground once the humandrill lifts them off the ground, taking hold of both of their hands connecting them to his own and beginning to swing the small child.

The child lets out a cry of delight once they are swinging, quickly grabbing hold of the humandrill’s hands as he giggles and enjoys themselves

“Higher, Higher!”

He seems to find his plea amusing, lifting him up once again and swinging him higher this time

After swinging for a while, the humandrill takes the child to various activities, from swinging in the vines to playing hide and seek with the rest of the humandrills. After a day of playing Dokucha he beings to grow tired, at this the humandrill is quick to take to carrying the small boy in his arms like a baby, slowly rocking back and forth, cooing back to the child Until they fall asleep.

The coo at the sleeping kid, the rest of the Humandrills joining him until they hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

The humandrill growls putting the child slightly behind him as the rest of the humandrills form a protective stance against him growling at the coming stranger.

“Relax, I'm not here for a fight, I'm here for him” The swordsman mutters

Slowly the Humandrills turn and let Mihawk through, the child still sleeping in the humandrills arms. Mihawk slowly takes Dokucha and, puts him in his arms and walking away, pausing to glance at the humandrills.

“You have my thanks for always watching them when I am gone; come to me when you have a desire to spar,” he said, continuing his way to the castle

The child rustles opening their eyes slightly and looking up

“Papa?”

“Go back to sleep, we’ll be in the castle soon,” he tells them, not glancing down at him

Dokucha smiles, nuzzling into Mihawk with a small ‘m’kay’ and ‘Welcome back’ leaving his lips before slow snores follow.

Mihawk shakes his head at this a small smile growing in his face

“I'm back Dokucha”

Is it me or does that last line hit different?

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[greenwitchcrafts]

July 2024 witch guide

Full moon: July 21st

New moon: July 5th

Sabbats: None

July Buck Moon

Known as: Berry Moon, Blessing moon, Fallow Moon, Feather Moulting Moon, Halfway Summer Moon, Hay Moon, Hewimanoth, Maedmonat, Medow Moon, Moon of Blood, Moon of Calming, Moon When the Chokecherries are ripe, Month of the Ripe Corn, Raspberry Moon, Salmon Moon,Thunder Moon & Wort Moon

Element: Water

Zodiac: Cancer & Leo

Nature spirits: Harvest Faeries & Hobgoblins

Deities: Athena, Cerridwen, Hel, Holda, Juno, Khepera, Lugh, Nephthys, Neptune & Venus

Animals: Crab, dolphin, turtle & whale

Birds: Ibis, starling & swallow

Trees: Acacia, ash & oak

Herbs: Agrimony, hyssop, lemon balm & mugwort

Flowers: Honeysuckle, jasmine, lotus & water lily

Scents: Frankincense & Orris

Stones:  Carnelian, malachite, moonstone, onyx, opal, pearl, ruby, sapphire, spinel, tourmaline, turquoise & white agate

Colors: Blue-grey, green, silver &yellow

Energy:  Childbirth, divination, domesticity, divination, dreamwork, fertility, home matter, meditation on goals/plans, mothers, preparation, relaxation, stress & success

The full Moon in July is called the Buck Moon because the antlers of male deer (bucks) are in full-growth mode at this time. Bucks shed and regrow their antlers each year, producing a larger and more impressive set as the years go by.

• Several other names for this month’s Moon also reference animals & plants

Other Celebrations:

Neptunalia-July 23rd(approximately

The Neptunalia was an obscure archaic two-day festival in honor of Neptune as god of waters, celebrated at Rome in the heat and drought of summer. was one of the dies comitiales, when committees of citizens could vote on civil or criminal matters.

Neptune’s festival (Neptunalia) took place in the heat of the summer when water was scarcest; thus, its purpose was probably the propitiation of the freshwater deity. Neptune had a temple in the Circus Flaminius at Rome; one of its features was a sculptured group of marine deities headed by Poseidon.

Respecting the ceremonies of this festival nothing is known, except that the people used to build huts of branches & foliage(Umbrae), in which they probably feasted, drank, and amused themselves. Ancient calendars describe the days. Entertainment would have probably also included horse racing, with competitors racing round the track & circling ‘turning posts’ (metas) at either end of the Circus.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 14 A-Mid-Sodor No More

Day 14 A-Future 

Other Stories

Other Days

Sir Handel sat in the yard, trying to mull through his feelings. A group had visited the Skarloey, or more accurately the former Mid-Sodor engines on the Skarloey.

They were rebuilding part of the line. The Mid-Sodor would once again exist. Starting from King Orry’s Bridge, they would work their way down the line, until they met the Arlesdale Railway.

Sir Handel didn't know what to think. He'd often thought longingly of the glory days of his old line during his early years on the Skarloey, and dreamed of returning there, returning home.

The former Mid-Sodor engines had been invited to visit once more track had been relaid but…

He didn't want to.

Somewhere along the line he had stopped seeing the Mid-Sodor as home. Oh he certainly missed it, but loathe as he was to admit it even to himself, the Skarloey was home. He guessed he shouldn't have been surprised, he'd lived on the line since the fifties, but to not even visit his old home?

Except it wouldn't be his old home.

He sighed as he accepted what he had already subconsciously knew. Just as he was no longer Falcon, this line was not the old Mid-Sodor, for all it laid on the same trackbed. Seeing the new line would be the final proof that his old home was gone, that even if it wasn't…he was no longer the same engine. He wasn't ready to face that. Maybe someday…but not now.

[not-quite-normal]

When did animation start on ATSV?

hard to say exactly! early anim tests were being done in 2020, mostly by a very small group (pete nash, siggi orri thorhannesson, nick kondo, and philip rudolph) for stuff like this. the full anim crew didn't start ramping up and doing actual shot work until late 2021.

[debbeh]

can u give me a guide to the six idiots :33 like maybe with a picture of them n their names n who they play in the Big Three shows :33 pwetty peesse :33

UM YES!?

ok, you saw me earlier trying to format all the images so it's gonna be mostly my (ehhhh) descriptions of the characters and you gotta guess what they look like 😈

Ben Willbond

Yonderland:

Elder Vex (above): the one who says Deb-beh and has the coziest looking outfit I NEED IT RN PLZ and the Tom Cardy- esque hair and earring

Nick: the stick. Grumpy all the time cuz he's a stick >:(. Is also a portal between dimensions but whatevs

Horrible Histories

Mike Peabody :historical news reporter that wishes he were anywhere but here rn

King Henry, Alexander the Great: SkINy MaNdRiA, excellent hair, sniffed a guy

Ghosts

The captain: AKA James, makes a lotta noises, if you ever hear me going weeeahhhhhuuuueeeaaaaaahhhh, I'm referencing him, the gay one<3

Martha Howe-Douglas!

Yonderland!!

Debbie.

Debbie's evil twin sister (bossy boobs)

I just googled it: Rita, the Negatus simp AKA us, the demon that looks like how female animals are protrayed in Barbie movies

Horrible Histories!!!

Boudica (look up the song, it's rlly good), Cleopatra, every female historical figure

Pirate lady....<33333

Ghosts!

Lady Button (present day): Old disgruntled lady that pouts all the time and falls out of windows

Lady Button (flashback)

Mathew Baynton!!!

Yonderland!!!

Oracle: weird blue blob guy, Nigel, Darling

Nanny la roo: NUM NUMS!!!! - nanny that is also a kangaroo

Admiral Anous: Voldemort mf I hate him bc he hates Negatus>:(

Elder Choop: Croissant hair mf, says, "IDK WHY DON'T WE ASK UR MUM??"

Le Fox: French

THE BIRRDDDDD: AKA Thomas Payne, Batman but cooler

Oh yeah, and Elf: the elf shaped one, full name: Grintallin Gobscrew Crotell Fashanu F’naw Goplatz Holla-Holla, has multiple wives apparently and is in debt to the mob

Horible Histories (look all of them up, they are all hot)

Dick Turpin: play the song >:333, shot not one but two men dead!

D.I. Bones: the whakkus bonkkused

King Charles II: absolute party-er

Ghosts

Thomas Thorne, shot, dead! Absolute poetic simp for Allison, drowned himself in the lake ;( -cannot drown-

Jim Howik!!!

Yonderland

Elder Pressley: looks like Elvis, eats christmas tree ornaments

Crone: A sLaPper *wink wink*, has apparently gotten with everyone, goes eeeerrrrrrrrrrr all the time- sounds like a doorhinge, she is amazing

Neil: lhe most normal of the demons probably

Horrible Histories

A SHOUTY MAN!!! :does all the infomercials, will try to sell you piss

King George VI (above) : "oh yesss, dad's dead, I'm king..."

King Richard III: a sweet little guy<3 -according to the song, get's attacked by whasp

Ghosts

Pat Butcher: Greatest DJ in the AAARRREEEEEUHHHHH, killed by a child, AKA Pete in the American version

Larry Rickard

Yonderland

Detective Mounteback: very dumb detective with very large hat

Elder Ho Tan: trans Icon, doesn't like loud noises, absolute baby<3

Sue: above, the lady with the gun from the episode I showed you

Horrible Histories

Bob Hale: weather report, needs a hellicopter and a nice cup of tea, basically Bill Wurtz

Lol knight with shit on head, Aztec guy, George III friend who slays so hard; "ConGRatu-VerY-LaTiOns your... *MAgEsTy*"

Ghosts

Humphrey: keeps getting left on roofs and shelves, does NOT know French smh

Robin: 5,000 yo ghosts, once saw a cool butterfly, KNOWS FRENCH! Got stuck by lightning and now he can turn on lights

and finally... the moment you've been waiting for...

Simon Farnaby!!!

Yonderland!!!

Negatus<333: Silly guy try to take over Yonderland but is just a lil guy, has an evil lair, uses The Font of Orris (cauldron thing that lets you see everything) as a hot tub, get's bullied by all the other overlords, wears pjs with houses on them.

Elder Flowers!!!: Long hair and lack of shirt, vegetarian hippie of the group, wants his clothes to be veGONE, "all you need is love, brothers... oh, and food"

Horrible Histories

Emperor Caligula: the wakkus bonkkus guy

Marcus Licinius Crassus: Knockoff Bassline Junkie song

Ghosts:

Jullian!!!: Died conducting an affair with his secretary!!!, is eternally sorta drunk, does the hand thing, only ghost that can interact with stuff, makes silly EEERREREEEEE noise when he's trying to move something, his name is Trevor in the American version, sad when there's no porn on da TV ;(, has no pants BTW

Thanks for coming to my TEDTALK!!!

Lemme know if I missed anything!

[lildashofheaven1]

Ed recovery- Headcanons

Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

Ways jamie would help you through your Eating Disorder

‼️TW‼️ discussion of EDs and trauma

Hey loves! So i got a message request for Head canons on how jamie would be with someone who suffers with anorexia, the person wanted to remain anonymous so hence im not putting who requested it. As someone who has suffered with EDs in the past i cannot say enough how important it is that you get help, at the end of this post im going to put in some links to support networks that work wonders and that i have used before. Stay healthy bbys🖤

Would never make you feel like a burden EVER

Wouldn’t force you to eat but would encourage it with things like “angel i really think you should try and eat something today” and “you feeling okay my love? Do you want me to make you something?”

Becomes aware very quick of what triggers you and what to avoid saying or doing

If you manage to eat then then he SHOWERS you with praise

If you begin to feel self conscious (a/n weve all been there girly) and wish to hide yourself in hoodies etc. Of course jamie tells you and shows you how much he thinks your body is perfect, but if you want to snuggle about in his hoodie than he is not against it

Additionally he forever compliments you “your looking beautiful today my love, you do everyday just extra lovely today”

Poor boy gets frazzled sometimes as he would rather die than do anything to upset or trigger you

If you go out to eat with friends you establish a code word or something letting him know that your struggling and that tells him that you need to excuse yourself from the group so he can calm your anxieties.

Also with going out to eat, if your ed makes you extremely picky about food (a/n 16 year old me is nodding her head rn!!) than he ensures to double check with the waiter that what your asking for is whats going to be given to you.

If you refuse to go to any kind of therapy then he spends a long while discussing it with you “baby, therapy can do so much for you, just give it a chance for me?”

He so keeps a journal with you of how your doing with your eating and how your feeling

If ANYONE dares make a joke about your size, he is SO QUICK to shut that asshole down, and even after continues to shoot daggers at them because how dare they hurt his one and only.

Will forever tell you how beautiful you are and how your illness does not define you!

To the person who sent the request to me i really hope this helps in some way i know you mention that reading things like this on tumblr is your way of escaping so i hope this helps but please look after yourself im always here if you want to talk 🖤

[indiaalphawhiskey]

UPDATE: Pleasing Perfume Descriptions

by Professorperfume 🌬️

According to Emelia:

🪵Rivulets: library, old books vibe; woody, fresh spicy, some freshness; little bit of powder, little bit dry, possible sandalwood scent, hint of coconut

🌿Bright, Hot: aromatic citrus wood, potentially with lavender or sage; almost a fougère scent

Fougère: The Fougere fragrance family is inspired by the "imagined' notes of ferns, deeper green or mossy, woody notes and is a generally a more masculine fragrance family.

The Fougere is a diverse group that focuses on the blend of a citrus top note, frequently bergamot, an aromatic heart of lavender, and a touch of rose which can also be replaced by the more herbal rosiness of geranium, balanced with deeper notes of oakmoss, vetiver and coumarin ( a warm hay like note found in tonka beans)

🫧Closeness: clean skin, a little bit soapy, fancy bubble bath vibes; really light, powdery, possibly iris, orris, or musk

For some reason, Tumblr won’t let me add to the original post.

[nekropsii]

do any sov characters play pikmin bloom. do yhey like it. do any of them play it and not like it were they forced to. is there invite code drama. my boyfriend loves pikmin bloom i need to gather all the data for our daily pikmin bloom descussions (my phone is too old to downloaf it) (i love sovstuck this is how we compromise) (we also make homestuck aus that are so stupid and so whimsical)

orry for the tmi i just needed you to understand the context

Hi, this is up there on the list of funniest anons I've ever received, and I'm obsessed with it. I sent it to the Developer Server for a group consensus, and we've reached some verdicts.

Pardus is the most likely to canonically play Pikmin Bloom, as she is already canonically deeply invested in the Pikmin franchise. She's located in a major city, lives by the Dandori way, and is really into parkour, so her activity levels on that game would be insane. He is so fucking efficient.

Ajax and Pleome play Pikmin Bloom for Pardus reasons.

If Retris were to play it, his Friend Code would get leaked on the Internet somehow, and he'd get a bajillion fucking friend requests in an hour because everyone wants to know his exact location. He cannot rest from hell.

Kausat finds a way.

[cats-and-fiction]

Heya! I request Daryl x female reader please 🥺 He comforts her after she had a fight with Andrea because Andrea endangered the group. Thank you!

Here you go, Hope you enjoy it! You got into an especially nasty fight with Andrea after she did once again did something stupid but this time it endagered the group. While the others did seem to be not happy about it they didn't confront her like you did. You had left your old camp near Atlanta and had driven towards the CDC, right after entering the city you split up to gather some food and other resources. To your delight she grouped up with you and Daryl.

You three had swept some houses finding only minimal useful stuff as most of it had already been raided and taken. One can of beans would definitly not be enough to feed all and with a quick look of it the 2 years of it already been expired would add a special kind of note to the taste.

Silently the three of you made your way back to the rest of the group holed up in a old building that had been left to rot even before the Walkers started to happily chew on friends and family. You came the same way in that you went out though this time talking abit knowing that the perimeter was clear. Thats what you thought. A old door, unnoticeable with the first look swung open after the last person had passed it, Andrea. As ahe was grabbed from behind and the Walker stumbling out of the closet was trying to get to her she screamed.

Daryl holding up his crossbow and your trying to help Andrea get rid of the walker with a knofe ready in your hand a loud noise rang out almost right besidw your ear. Confused you stbled backwards, looking at her holding her damned gun in hand. The walker was toppling backwards with old dark blood gushing out it‘s rotting head.

After the shot the group had scrambled everything up and changed locations just to be sure that they wouldn‘t be surprised by any of the walkers friends. And you sat fuming in a corner staring Andrea down. Who was fussed around by Carol to make sure she was okay. While they did ask if you were okay too you had to admit you didn‘t leave them any chance as you had strut away into the corner immidiatly. Daryl had been with you some time before he was called over by Shane and Rick to discuss what to do next.

Andrea noticed your stare and she got up and calmy walked over to you. She had a smile on her face. A fucking smile and her eyes spoke words of being appearantly sorry but you were sure she wasn‘t she hated you as mich as you probably did her now. „Look, I‘ms orry y/n but I got scared and didn‘t know what to do.“, she had a pasaivly friendly tone in her voice. Belittling you. Sounding as you were in the wrong and whatever she had done was okay. „Yeah sure. Thats what you think. If you had trusted Daryl and me and ounce you knew we wouldn‘t have let that thing bite you. But no little princess didn‘t trust us“, she didn‘t trust you. Thats it. She trusted Daryl but didn‘t trust you and Daryl couldn‘t have shot without hurting her too.

„And with that fucking shot you endangered all of us. What if there had been more around the corner? Imagine that, we could have all died because you got scared and didn‘t think about using that damn knife you have“, you stood up in anger and pointed your finger at her. Angrily you exhaled your breath before turning around and just going away into another room. You couldn‘t talk to her now without spitting more bad words. Maybe you would go later to talk to her reasonable, who knows, but not now.

In the room next door you had pullee one of the old and dirty chairs to you, sitting against the wall and with the door in your view. So much stuff had happened in the last couple days and you just felt like you could explode with every little thing that happens. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Daryls form appear in the doorframe. He stood there musterung you before coming closer, a metallic plte in his hand and a spoon inside of beans. „Are thise the ones we found?“, you laugged as you took the plate. „If you want I could make those for you if you want?“, he pulled one of the other chairs to sit beside you. The room must have been some sorr of meeting room before hand. A long table laid sideways in the middle, chairs on each side of the door. A whiteboard explaining what sorts of sales the corporation had done. They had seemingly rocked the bread market.

„are your ears better?“, you nodded to answer his question as you ate the food he brought you. „Your right. With Andrea. Ahe shouldn‘t have used that gun.“, Daryl nudged your shoulder with his. You put the plate down into your lap. „She is just so…ugh. So annoying?“, now you looked up at him. With a sigh you leaned your small frame against his and chewed on another spoon of beans. How you hated them, what wouldn‘t you do for a good meal that didn‘t include beans or any sort of canned goods.

Daryl laied his arm around your shoulder and rubbed it. The evening would be only the two of you in that room.

[that-gay-jedi]

[Image description: the 'no pets' landlord text meme. "Bruce landlord" has been changed to "tbb group chat." The first text has been poorly altered to read, "It is clear in the lease. No regs are allowed in our hearts. orry." The next text is a picture of Commander Cody, uncaptioned and without comment, standing with helmet off and one arm bent at his hip. The first texter responds with, "OK I will make an exception because he looks very polite" without punctuation. End of image description.]

Soooo blorbo shaped literally everyone loves him.

[cloudninetonine]

I think I mentioned it before but I wanted to do a series of the chains reactions to Scout (who I was calling reader/player before) having a seizure because www I have them and it’s whatever

Well I also have a HC that Four deals with some- similar stuff when he merges back after a long time… so he was one of the only ones who knew what to do… anyway

Here’s that- Wanrnign for… seizure ✌️😊

______

Scout let out a whine, stumbling over a root that Four had easily avoided. The redhead was sent with the smallest of the group to check the area- that seemed easy enough, but of course the world had other plans. “ Watch your step, it's a bit dodgy here-” he realized the comment was probably unnecessary after it had come out of his mouth. Scout responded, voice mumbled and slurred “I …I think I need to stop. For a moment.” that didn't sound too good. Four turned around to find the answer to his next unspoken question as Scout fell to the ground- hard. Not Okay. Their hands braced around the back of their head as they started to shake. That's not good- Four quickly rushed to their side as they tried to speak. It was incomprehensible, just stuttered messy syllables. Four moved closer, taking a seat on the ground next to them. Gently he placed his hands under their neck, and rested their head in his lap. “ You're okay-” they reached for his hand, and he took it lightly. Their grip was tight but shaking. “ Don't try to talk if you can’t, has…” he stopped to think about his words for a second. “Does this happen often?” Scout closed their eyes tight, the rapid movement making them feel dizzy. But they found the ability to nod a rough ‘yes’ to the hero's question. Attempting to stutter out more words- it didn't work and it was clear by the way they furrowed their brow and squeezed his hand that the lack of speech was irritating them greatly. He offered a comforting squeeze back. “ You don't have to talk, You're okay.” Four gently brushed his fingers through their hair with his free hand as tears started to run down their face. They tried once again to vocalize their thoughts “s-s-s-s…” the involuntary jolt of their shoulders cut off the attempt and they let out a groan.

There wasnt much He could do about the situation other than wait with them. He had been trying to keep track of the time. Even though it felt like an eternity- it was only a few minutes before the tension released from Scout's body. “s-s-s-so..orry .” they finally choked out- it was choppy and sounded pained but the relief of hearing a full word made their shoulders relax. “ You don't need to apologize- It's okay, really.” Four tried to reassure them- but it was clear they were uncomfortable still. He understood-

“...its- s-somthing I cant cont-t-t-trole.” They used their sleeve to wipe the tears from their cheeks, and went to sit up. Link grabbed them gently, just incase. “Careful, go slow-....”

“You-you-You sound like y-y-you��ve done this be-before.” Scout laughed lightly, it was airy and forced.

“ I have some experience…” He wasn't sure how much he should say, the look on their face was curious, through a cloud of discomfort- Their body ached. “ I've been in your position a few times. I know it can be disorienting…and scary if youre alone.” Four pulled a potion out of his bag- offering it to his companion. “ You’re joints are probably gonna hurt if you dont drink something. We still have a little way till were back at camp, can you make it?” They nodded and groaned slightly, wobbling as they stood up.

“I’ll be okay. Just… give me a second.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That must be a terrifying experience, I'm sorry

You best believe Four is becoming overprotective from that experience alone

[georgiapeach30513]

Other than Andy pick four other characters. I can’t do them all 👀 //// Curtis, Lloyd, mace , Ransom or Steve

Andy - Creed Aventus $365 Top notes: blackcurrant, bergamot, apple and pineapple. Heart: rose, dry birch, Moroccan jasmine and patchouli. Base: oak moss, musk, ambergris, and vanilla.

Andy is a classy man. He also likes to smell expensive. A scent that is all his own. One that is clean and fresh. People know it's him, and they know when he's been in a room. It's both sexy and warm. Manly and soft. Sounds like Andy.

Curtis - Tom Ford Ombre Leather $155 Top note is Cardamom; middle notes are Leather and Jasmine Sambac; base notes are Amber, Moss and Patchouli.

So let's pretend that Curtis isn't on that stupid train. He is the epitome of manly. He's strong, a bit of an anger problem, but he's soft with the people he cares about. I think that he would wear leather quite regularly, so he wants a cologne that compliments his clothes

Lloyd - Parfums de Marly Layton $490 Top notes are Apple, Lavender, Bergamot and Mandarin Orange; middle notes are Geranium, Violet and Jasmine; base notes are Vanilla, Cardamom, Sandalwood, Pepper, Patchouli and Guaiac Wood.

Lloyd is a man that makes an entrance! He wants you to smell he's coming before he gets there. He does not want anybody around him to have his scent. This is also a unisex scent, which completely suits Lloyd's feminine qualities. The throw of this scent is quite nice, and it's dry down is nice and warm.

Mace - Atlantis by Blu Atlas $100 Top notes: bergamot, lemon, blackcurrant Mid notes: lavender, clary sage, peach, apricot Base notes: orris, oak-moss, violet, ambrette seed, musk

Mace is one of the younger in this group. He is a bit more vivacious and brighter. He doesn't want something heavy. He wants it light and fresh. Something that will linger, but not be overpowering.

Ransom - Indonesian Oud Eau de Toilette Ermenegildo Zegna $260 Main Notes: Amber, Bergamot, Oud, Patchouli, Rose

I have said that this is Ransom's cologne for about two years now. Nothing has changed. This cologne isn't for everyone (most oud based fragrances aren't) just like Ransom. He is a bit spoiled, and a bit stuck up. This fragrance is dark and smoky, but it has that light Rose base note. This is one of my personal favorite scents, and I use it as a pillow spray, don't come at me.

Steve - L'Homme by Yves Saint Laurent $119 Top notes are Ginger, Bergamot and Lemon; middle notes are Spices, White Pepper, Basil and Violet Leaf; base notes are Tonka Bean, Tahitian Vetiver and Cedar.

Alright, so Mr. All American, himself, of course is going to have a traditional scent. Clean, slightly warm, but also sweet. Sounds about like Steve, doesn't it. The smell is the best when it lingers on your skin.

[sudriantraveler]

can we see your Mid Sodor Heritage Railway wip?

That's a concept I've been working on for a little bit now. Unfortunately There really isn't much written story-wise for it yet, but I can explain some of the main information I've laid out for it.

After Duke's rediscovery, interest quickly grew regarding the long abandoned Mid Sodor Railway, and soon a group was organized to try to rebuilt a section of the old line from King Orry's Bridge in Peel Godred to Ulfstead Road.

I have a few ideas for the engines I plan to have run this line:

I'm using the magazine characters of Little Barford and Sidney as new-builds similar to numbers 7 and 10 on the preserved Corris Railway. Not many specific details planned out at the moment for them, but they are by far the newest engines on the railway.

Also part of the preserved MSR is the old Cas-ny-Hawin mine engine, who I have named Casny. I'm still working on her character, but I actually plan to maybe reuse/rework some ideas I mentioned in an older post here.

As for how Casny survived, currently the story is she was sold off by the old MSR and was passed around a few mines and industries before being acquired by a private owner who had planned to restore her themselves, but when they were unable to complete this project they donated her to the new MSR heritage railway. She is the only engine owned by the heritage railway who actually worked on the old MSR previously.

Next up are the lines two diesel engines, and they're who I have the most planned out for at the moment. They were the first two engines for the new heritage railway, and were the main engines who helped to rebuild the old line.

First of the two diesels is Cecil, based on the planet type narrow gauge diesel shunters like the one seen below.

Cecil is actually who I have the most written for, so brace yourself for a long backstory:

They were built at some point during WW2 for the Peel Godred Aluminium Works, where a few years later they meet Stuart and Falcon after the MSR closes and they were bought by the aluminium company.

Cecil is kinda reserved, keeps to themselves, doesn't actually have a name at this point, and so more just works in the background.

Stuart and Falcon are aware of them, but don't really know them other than that they help out with moving wagons around.

And then the Aluminium work's expansion project (which is what Stuart and Falcon were purchased to help out with) is completed... 

And while Cecil is to be kept on, Stuart and Falcon are actually at risk of being scrapped. 

Now, Cecil doesn't really know them all that well, but they don't want them to be killed... So they, their driver, and a few of the friendlier workers conspire to hide Stuart and Falcon out of view in a back corner of the works.

They then hear word that the Skarloey Railway might be looking for some more engines... So they send out a letter saying they know where to find some.

So anyway, after a bit of confusion for the aluminum work's higher-ups, who after a brief period had kinda forgotten they even had two steam engines somewhere on the property, Stuart and Falcon are bought by the Skarloey, get renamed Sir Handel and Peter Sam, and we know their story from there.

Cecil meanwhile, stays working for the aluminium company for several more years

Having done their good deed, they continues to work alone at the aluminium works... but over time they begin to wear out...

and now they're probably going to be replaced sometime soon...

Around this time the MSR heritage railway project begins building up momentum.

Good news for the diesel, the new railway needs engines...

Bad news, no one knows there is one right under their noses at the aluminium works.

So the new company asks around to see if there is anywhere they might be able to buy an engine from... and eventually they ask the Skarloey Railway if they know of anywhere they could look.

Duke, Peter Sam, and Sir Handel are all keen to help this movement to restore part of their old railway. Duke has however been buried in a shed for a lot of the last several years and so is not really able to come up with anything...

But Peter Sam and Sir Handel think long and hard, and remember that "wait a minute... wasn't there a diesel who used to work with us at the aluminium works?" 

They don't remember much about them, and they don't know if they're still there, but they make the suggestion to the preservationists that they might want to ask the aluminium works about the engine.

They were actually just in time, because they ask the aluminium works about Cecil just a few days before they were due to be scrapped.

So Cecil is bought by the preservation group, is restored and set to work helping to rebuild part of the old MSR. This is also when they get their name.

As the first engine for the new heritage railway, everyone else kinda looks up to them, which is a bit uncomfortable for an engine who has spent the majority of their life blending into the background, but that's another story.

Finally, there is Cricket the rail tractor. She is based on the Talyllyn Railway's original number 7, seen below.

Cricket was built by the Skarloey Railway sometime after Duncan arrived on the railway in order to have another engine to help Rusty with maintenance work.

She got her name after an incident described below: One particularly hot summers day her crew left her engine cowling open to help keep her engine cool. The crew forgot to close the cowlings at the end of the day. When they returned to start work the next day they found a mass of crickets had made their way into the engine housing during the night.

Unfortunately, Cricket turned out to be Somewhat of a poor performer despite her best efforts.

As the Skarloey Railway becomes busier over time she begin to be overshadowed by the other engines and becomes discontent with her position on the Railway.

It wasn't that she was being neglected, the railway and the other engines tried to help her out and give her stuff to do, but the Skarloey Railway was really just to big for her to be of much practical help.

About a year after Duke’s arrival on the railway, Cricket heard that the then ongoing project to restore part of the Mid Sodor Railway was in need of another engine to assist their diesel Cecil.

Seeing this as an opportunity for an adventure and a chance to maybe stand out and be happier on a smaller railway, Cricket volunteers to be donated to the preservation society rebuilding part of the MSR.

She helped to rebuilt the line alongside Cecil and is indeed much happier finally having found her place in the world on a railway which is just the right size for her. She even got her own special job when the railway reintroduced on a smaller scale the MSR's old horse and cart goods service for some of the farms and other local businesses along the line.

And that's pretty much all I have at the moment. I started working on this because I think it would be neat to look at a railway preservation movement from the perspective of the engines involved.

I think it will also be interesting to explore how these engines interact with the former MSR engines now on the Skarloey railway. I'm sure Duke, Peter Sam, and Sir Handel have a lot to say about this project to restore part of their old home.

That's all for now.