#she's a little more complicated than 'appears in my dreams' but she like. she does that too

[redrockbluerock]

Queen Bella doodle sheet i've been workin on for a bit

specifically the version of her who pops up in my dreams and stuff sometimes.

plus one showing how i INTEND to draw the game version

everyone need to draw bella more

bonus sling doodle of her

this version of Bella is considered a younger sibling to NiGHTS, Reala, Jackle, and Selph.

Ended up faking her death after her defeat in Journey

currently a weird little goldsmith who likes bothering the 'radioactive freak'

bigger versions of the text doodles

[spoiledmiyilk]

Juandissimo x Cupid fanchildren let's goooo!!!

💘💜

And of course, I'd like to talk a little about them.

Starting off with Eleos-

He's the oldest, therefore,the first given the responsibility in taking Cupid's place as soon as he retires. He never really had much contact with his siblings,here and there he goes to visit them,but rarely gives more than 5 words, which the majority of time are simple polite greetings.

He got a good father-son relationship with both of his dads, though clearly he shows to have a more mature behavior than both of them combined, always leading him to be the one who fixes all their mess.

Overall he isn't very interesting,I saw this dude in a random dream I had and immediately decided to make him my Oc.

Eleos was born during a period where Juan and Cupid weren't married yet, barely dating (so yup, he's an accident).

Berrie (Or Bernard)-

Second child,born from another marriage between Juandissimo and another woman, which didn't last more than 2 years due to a lot of complications. By this time,Elos had been living with Cupid while they were co-parenting.

Berrie tends to get very quiet and apprehensive whenever he's out of home or talking to new people,yet is a completely different person whenever you get to know him well (he won't waste a time from yapping about his favorite interests to his friends,Phen and Cawii). He appears to be very insecure about his appearance and tends to compare himself a lot. Unlike many fairies, Berrie has a natural ability to control plants {such as healing abilities from the core of a plant that it has the ability to absorb, either by the root or whole}, without needing a wand,a great individuality compared to many in question of power level.

Berrie never had much contact with his mother,all he knows is that she's from a grand family line of healers.

Berrie has an obvious crush on Cosmo and Wanda's daughter,Cawii. Cosmo does not like him.

Lovey and Dovey- (Lovelyn and Darrow)-

The most clumsy Cherub duo you could ever find. Everyone tends to think they are Cupid's biological children,due to how similar their appearance is,and can you blame them? Yet no. Both are his adopted pupils, who have been living in the mansion since the day he found them in front of his door. They both have a lot of respect for Cupid,even dying both of their hairs in pink tones.

Lovelyn has a sweet,kind and helpful personality,yet she might show a destructive behavior if you get on her nerves.

Darrow is more of the chill, carefree type,not in the mood to deal with any love deals or trivial things like that. He's mostly the one to deal with solving friendship problems other than romantic ones,this is left to Lovelyn. He's 8 months younger than his sister and he has a terrible vision.

Nyx and Hedone-

Juandissimo and Cupid's younger twins,born from a very healthy and lovable chapter of their marriage.

While Nyx tends to be the quieter one,Hedone always acts like she ate a whole jar of star sugar.

[ozai-the-bonsai]

For the Greater Good

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairing: Tom Marvolo Riddle x Slytherin!OC

Summary: Growing up with the dream of joining the Alliance, Ophelia's only wish has been to take her place by Grindelwald's side. As Grindelwald starts losing power during her last year at Hogwarts, Ophelia desperately searches for a way to turn the tide one last time. Eventually, she gets caught up in Tom Riddle's radar, who starts delving into her past.

Warnings: Strong language

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Well, this is a short story I have been working on from time to time since last December. I don't know if I will ever get to complete it; however, I didn't want the piece I have written so far to rot on my computer... If this finds anyone at all, I hope you enjoy the first chapter and please let me know what you think! I could as well start a taglist if anyone is interested.

It was rather ironic that the first time her mother accompanied her to platform 9 ¾ was her last time taking the Hogwarts Express from King’s Cross Station.

Looking at her, Ophelia was once again absolutely mesmerised by her mother’s beauty -her flawless, porcelain face was adorned with her naturally turned-up nose and plump lips. Sometimes, with forty-four, she managed to look just a few years older than Ophelia, who was about to turn eighteen in a few months.

Such perfection cannot be achieved with magic, otherwise all the old hags wouldn’t be around, Ophelia thought. She must be bathing in the blood of Muggles.

Her mother turned her blue eyes at Ophelia almost immediately. “I won’t even let one of those vermin touch me -and you think I would defile my skin with their blood?” She clicked her tongue. “You disappoint me, daughter.”

“Stop lingering in my head!” Ophelia hissed between her gritted teeth as she quickly built up a mental wall using Occlumency. Of course, she knew she had to keep the wall up at all times -her mother was trying to make her get used to it -but still, she sometimes let it slip.

Her mother raised an eyebrow at Ophelia’s direction. “Then you have to be more vigilante, Ophelia.” She tried to enter Ophelia’s mind once again, only to hit the mental wall. The edge of her crimson lip curled upwards. “Impressive.”

“Father taught me well.”

“Speaking of which,” her mother said with a silk like voice. “He did want to come here to see you before you head off for the last time; however, considering how it would complicate the things, he wanted me to instead give you this.”

Ophelia snickered as her mother searched for something in her handbag. “I find it hard to imagine him standing here,” she told honestly. “But I would sure love to see the terrified looks on everyone’s faces.”

“Why terrified? He does have quite the supporters around here, dear, all the Purebloods would stand in a line to simply shake his hand.” Upon finding what she was looking for, her mother handed Ophelia a silver necklace. “For the greater good.”

Ophelia didn’t really need to look down in her palm to see what was on the necklace -it was the sign of the Deathly Hollows. As she put on the necklace and let it rest cold against her chest, her green eyes met her mother’s blue ones. “For the greater good.”

Vinda Rosier put on a questioning expression on her face when she saw her daughter placing the necklace under her white shirt. “Why are you hiding it right away?” She asked with a confused tone. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do like it, mother,” Ophelia said and then lowered her voice to a whisper. “But I don’t want to wave it in front of Dumbledore’s face.”

A grimace appeared on her mother’s face almost immediately. “Oh, right, he still hasn’t given up on watching everything you do, has he?”

Ophelia shook her head, placing her hands into the pockets of her beige, pinafore trousers. “Nope,” she muttered. “Still like a hawk.”

From the moment Ophelia set a foot into the castle, Albus Dumbledore had been keeping a strict eye on her, observing each of her social interactions, watching every little action from her side. This still hadn’t been enough to keep Ophelia away from causing trouble or breaking the rules; however, she had to admit that it could have been easier.

In order to avoid being seen, one of the very first things she had mastered was the Invisibility Potion -which was not as effective as a real Invisibility Cloak but still allowed her to move around without being noticed.

Also, Dumbledore was the reason why Ophelia wasn’t made Prefect or Head Girl even though she was by far the brightest witch in her year. Dumbledore had quite the influence on all the other professors, hence he had successfully managed to keep them from giving Ophelia more power and influence over other students.

As if it was a better idea to give him all the power by making him Head Boy, Ophelia thought as her green eyes found a tall, pale-faced young man walking towards her, his Head Boy badge shining on his chest. Being the Golden Boy has its perks.

“Rosier,” Tom Riddle greeted Ophelia with a simple nod as he slowed down his steps. Then, he turned his dark eyes to her mother. “Vinda Rosier, I suppose?” Her mother nodded. Tom extended his hand. “Tom Riddle.”

Vinda Rosier shook his hand. “If my memory doesn’t deceive me, Ophelia has mentioned your success and extraordinary talent for magic.” She spoke with a voice as smooth as velvet, which she only used when talking with Grindelwald’s other followers. “It would be a shame to waste such a gift.”

Anyone that knew who Vinda Rosier was, could easily understand the hidden meaning of her words and judging by the look in his eyes, Tom was very well aware of what her mother was trying to imply.

“I do not intend to waste anything, Miss Rosier,” Tom responded with his Golden Boy attitude surrounding him. “However, my views on the matter are rather more radical than that of yours and his.”

Ophelia intervened quickly. “Mum, I hope you aren’t trying to recruit my classmate into the Alliance.” Her tone was mocking but still, she had lowered her voice.

A mischievous smile appeared on Vinda Rosier’s crimson lips. “Of course not, darling. However, I’d very much like to hear about his views on the matter sometime in the future.” She squinted, looking over Ophelia’s shoulder, trying to see more clearly. “Is that Francis over there?”

Looking at the same direction as her mother, Ophelia nodded upon seeing Francis Rosier -Vinda’s cousin -accompanying his daughter Aurora Rosier to the Hogwarts Express. “Yes, that’s him.”

“I shall have a word or two with him.” Vinda muttered, then she gave her daughter a warm hug. “Take care, darling and keep up the good work.”

“Thanks, Mum. Please tell Dad that I loved the present.” Ophelia spoke quietly before breaking off the hug. Vinda walked into the opposite direction, whereas Ophelia and Tom Riddle headed towards the train. “He is her cousin,” Ophelia said, causing Tom to look at her. “Francis Rosier.”

Tom nodded in an understanding manner. “I see,” he spoke with his usual, calm voice. “I figured you were related to Aurora and Augustus someway, of course, but I never knew you were distant cousins.”

Ophelia shrugged in a careless manner. “Well, Aurora herself figured that out in our fifth year, so yours is still acceptable.”

An uncomfortable silence ruled between the two as they got onboard the train and walked past numerous compartments filled with younger students on their way to the carriage inhabited by the Slytherins. Tom, however, decided to break it.

“You don’t carry the same, strong French accent as your mother.”

Ophelia chuckled lightly, she found it amusing that he chose this very detail to observe. “She was born and raised in France, also she spent most of her life there.” Ophelia responded as she pushed a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear. “I have lived in Austria till I was 10. Then, we moved to Britain.”

Tom raised a questioning eyebrow as Ophelia stopped in front of an empty compartment. “So that you could attend Hogwarts?” He asked, only to attain a simple nod from Ophelia. “Why? You could have gone to Durmstrang.”

The young woman shrugged. “It was decided that I must attend Hogwarts.”

The edge of his lip turned upwards as Tom watched Ophelia take a seat by the window. “It has been seven years, and you still won’t let anyone get the slightest glimpse of what lies behind those icy walls of yours, will you, Rosier?”

Ophelia mirrored Tom his smile back while crossing one leg over the other. “You are a fine one to talk, Riddle.” Her voice had the hints of playfulness. “Don’t you have Head Boy duties to attend to?”

Tom shook his head in an unapproving manner and turned back to leave. “It is a shame you weren’t made Head Girl,” he said with a smooth voice as he let the compartment door close. “You’d be a better fit than Veronica Larch.”

Ophelia’s eyes widened with shock as she watched Tom Riddle walk away. They chose Veronica fucking Larch as the Head Girl and not me? For fuck’s sake, I cannot remember the last time she had better grades than I did!

Maybe she is better at sucking up to Dippet.

[Time Skip]

During the first half of the journey, Ophelia could swear she hadn’t experienced a more pleasant train ride before. She was completely alone in her compartment, there was no one bothering her with unnecessary small talk -she had absolute peace for the first time in a long while.

She had spent the summer holiday in Austria -in Nurmengard Castle to be more precise -along with her mother and Grindelwald’s other Acolytes. It was better than having to stay with her grandparents in Britain, of course -but still, it had been quite stressful at times.

When things were not going the way he planned them to, Grindelwald was not fun to be around.

However, she needed to get used to his bad side as well since she wanted to take her place among his Acolytes as soon as she was done with Hogwarts. This had been her biggest dream ever since she was a little girl -to help Grindelwald establish a wizard-led system the world desperately needed.

The greater good had been the only thing she had seen around her while growing up, her mother used to tell her bed-time stories about the new world they were trying to build -Grindelwald and his Acolytes.

That was why she had spent the summer in Nurmengard, training with her mother and the other Acolytes in their spare time. Hogwarts had been successful in teaching her most of the vital things she needed; however, it lacked the training in Dark Arts -which was by far the most important branch Ophelia had to master.

While Ophelia was lost in her own world, the door to the compartment was opened, causing the young woman to leap up in her place. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you.” Abraxas Malfoy was standing at the door with Aurora Rosier and Emrys Lestrange behind him. Upon seeing the disturbed look in Ophelia’s green eyes, Abraxas spoke hesitantly. “If you want to be left alone, we could just leave.”

Ophelia rolled her eyes at him as she shrugged in a careless manner and took off the navy-blue scarf wrapped around her shoulders -it was getting warmer.

Emrys snickered at Ophelia’s reaction as he sat down next to her, Abraxas and Aurora took the seat across. “At the beginning of every year, we somehow hope for Ophelia to come back a little less distant, but it always ends in a huge disappointment.” His voice carried the hints of mocking.

“Just admit that you are in love with me, Emrys.” Ophelia crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at Emrys’ direction. From the corner of her eye, she could see Aurora and Abraxas holding hands. So, they finally got together, she thought to herself. Not that it interests me, but it took them long enough.

Emrys let out a laughter this time. “For that to happen, one needs to get to know you first.” He shrugged. “I don’t see it happening even in our last year at Hogwarts, sunshine.”

The edge of Ophelia’s lip curled upwards, even though she wasn’t fond of small talk, sometimes she found it entertaining to bicker with Emrys. “Fair enough.”

“Are you two done?” Aurora asked with a somewhat annoyed tone. After taking a deep breath, the strawberry blonde turned her gaze at Ophelia. “How was your summer?”

Ophelia pushed her waves out of her sight as she responded. “It was nice, I got to spend more time with my parents this time and learned some interesting stuff. What about you?”

Aurora’s light blue eyes found that of Abraxas’ as a small smile formed on her lips. “I spent the last three weeks with Abraxas in France.”

“So this,” Ophelia pointed at their hands, “happened right after we returned home?” The couple nodded simultaneously. Ophelia sent them a fake smile. “Good for you.”

“But not so good for us,” Emrys muttered, “they will be making out all the time in the common room.”

Ophelia heaved a sigh. “Then simply look away.”

Abraxas chuckled upon hearing Ophelia’s remark. “I knew my second favourite Rosier would support us.” He said, causing Emrys to roll his eyes in an exaggerated way. “I have never seen you wearing a necklace.”

It took a few seconds for Ophelia to realise that Abraxas was talking to her. “Yeah, it is a gift from my… parents.”

Aurora seemed interested, too. “Can I see it?” She asked, only to correct herself. “I mean we, sorry, I forget how much of a little girl Abraxas becomes when it is about jewellery.”

The blonde-haired young man was about to come up with something clever to say to his girlfriend; however, the whole compartment went completely silent for a few moments as Ophelia showed them the rest of the necklace.

Everyone was familiar with the association between the Deathly Hollows and Grindelwald.

“Well,” Abraxas began to speak, “it is quite courageous to carry that around your neck at this time, don’t you think so?”

Before Ophelia could snap at him, Aurora took the word. “It has been common knowledge for a long time that Ophelia supports Grindelwald and his case -at least she has the guts to stand behind her words and her beliefs.” It was seldom that Aurora Rosier became that serious. “Unlike us all, who dare speak about our support only behind closed doors.”

Abraxas couldn’t come up with a response, Emrys turned his gaze to the ground.   

A warm smile formed on Aurora’s lips as she looked at Ophelia. “I think it is beautiful.” She said, pointing at the necklace. However, Ophelia wasn’t really there at that moment, instead her mind was drifting to a memory from her fifth year at Hogwarts.

Ophelia freed her arm from Aurora’s firm hold, who had been dragging her to the bathroom at their dormitory. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Aurora?!” Ophelia hissed between her gritted teeth.

“I should ask you the same question, Ophelia.” Aurora responded, her voice was becoming louder by the second. “How can you not tell me that you are Gellert Grindelwald’s one and only heir?!”

[yandere-wishes]

Opinion on the absolute ANCIENT history of Star Wars legends? Meaning Tulak Hord, Marka Ragnos and such

Anon I am SO SO SO SORRY this took me forever to answer. I loved the ask so much that I wanted to have the perfect mood and ambiance for when I answered it. Suffice it to say that that hasn't happened for a good while now. But I sincerely hope that you are still lurking around this blog and get a chance to see my response. I cannot express how excited this ask has made me!! I harbor an extremely unhealthy obsession with ancient Sith lords and their lore

I'm going to start off by saying that, if we were in the Star Wars universe I would have already become a Sith lord. Due SOLELY to how much Darkside lore I read~🖤❤️

I swear whenever I see a new Sith lord my brain goes: "Omg he's so ugly." Then he proceeds to live in my head rent-free for three days and on the third night, I find myself dreaming of making out with him... this has happened one too many times...It might be a little bit concerning. XD

Tulak Hord gives off major samurai vibes so I feel like he does follow some sorta Sith honor code. That being said he most likely acquires his darling as either a war trophy from some rival or conquered planet. Or she's a wide-eyed Acolyte who he can twist into his perfect darling. 

He's also so pretty and I want to kiss him so badly!!

 I'd love to be his little darling, a war trophy won in battle. Kept locked away within his fortress. A prize none but him are worthy to see. 

After each bloody campaign, he returns to you, his starlight. A dividend that keeps him fighting, keeps him tethered to the dark side of the force. He fights to provide you with an empire, to win your praises at his many accomplishments. 

 Little does he know of the aversion you harbor for him.

Tulak Hord the monster who took everything from you.  

No, but to be fair, I'd still be MADLY in love with him. Just imagine Lord Hord coming home from the battlefield, bloodied and still high off his bloodlust. 

Imagine straddling him as you lovingly peel off his bloodied armor. Kissing his flesh every time it appears from under his armor. He'd run his clawed gauntlets over your back tracing your spine. Making you shiver from the frigid steel. Your warmth feels welcoming, innocent, he longs to corrupt it. 

Then obviously kissing when you get to his helmet. Deep and passionate. Filled with hate and love. Out of fear, you've learned to play your role as a doubtful lover, a devoted wife, to a fault. 

"The universe is more complicated than you could ever imagine, starlight. Be thankful that I've shielded you away from all its inconsistencies."

It's getting harder and harder to remember why you resist him so much. Why push him away when his presence is so overwhelming? Consuming you wholly. 

"Thank you, my lord." 

NOW...

If you were his Acolyte things would play out a bit differently. He'd have trained you for so many years. Building you up to be the ultimate weapon and simultaneously his ideal darling. You're too far gone, mistaking toxins for affection. You've learned to cherish every bruise and broken bone that comes from him.

You were such a naive little girl when he first took an interest in you. Now he's morphed you into the scourge of the battlefield. The mere mention of your name sends generals running away in fear. 

He finds you after every campaign. Permits you the honor of washing his armor and tending to his wounds. Basking in the way your nimble fingers apply bacta to what little scars he may have received. 

Tulak is such a tremendous master. Personally seeing to your wellbeing and recovery. 

He pulls you onto his lap, kissing your open wounds as he stitches them for you. Sometimes he pulls his helmet up and plunges his tongue into the trauma lapping at the blood and broken muscles as he ravishes in your delightful moans. He'll whisper sweet praises into your ears, telling you how proud he is of all you've accomplished, what a stupendous sith lord you shall make someday, ruling by his side. All while his iron-clad fingers work bruises into your soft flesh. 

You are his perfect little doll.

Tulak Hord's perfect little acolyte.

Would it be wrong to say that I kinda want to be Marka Ragnos' concubine? Or just his pretty little princess who's always at his beck and call!! Look he's literally a giant hulking red alien with golden horns... what's not to love!! 

Plus I'd give anything to just sit on his lap as he holds court. Tracing patterns across his chest and relishing in the feeling of his claws scraping across your flesh, leaving his mark even when he's focused on galactic domination. 

Prior to that Marka would totally dress you in the most ethereal dresses!! All lavish golds and blood reds. Somedays they'd be full-blown multilayered dresses and other days (when he wants to show a bit more dominance) he'll have you wearing danity silk dresses that show more skin than you are comfortable with. 

He'd also shower you with praises throughout the day. Calling you his "sweet little princess" and "pretty girl". look getting called "pretty girl" by a sith lord is free therapy and I am HERE for it😤😍😤😍. 

I also have this random headcanon that Marka Ragnose is (in some ways) a father figure to Vitita/Valkorion/Tenebrae. That being said it's only logical for Marka Ragnos' darling to be (younger) Vitita's mother figure. In a twisted forceful way, they're kinda like a happy family. Also forced Yandere family is one of my fav tropes, so I had to reference it here lol. 

Okay, guys seriously this ask has made me so happy since the MOMENT I got it!! If anyone wants to send in asks for any Star Wars Sith lords (well-known ones, obscure ones, hated/loved ones) my ask box is wide open. 

In conclusion, I've been collecting Sith Lords to simp over like an 8-year-old collects Pokemon cards. Sith lords are unconventionally HOT and I'd totally be down to be there sweet little darling !! Like please just let me be a Sith Lord's cute little side piece, the eye candy that hangs off his arm. His pretty little bunny girl that'll do anything to please him.

(*Concerningly looks down at the pride and self-respect I just smashed.* "Whoops...that wasn't supposed to happen") 

Anon I think I answered your question with these little stories. I am very much IN LOVE with the ancient Sith lords. And it doesn't just stop at Tulak and Marka. I literally NEED a harm of Sith lords. Look they may not be conventionally handsome, but there's something about "the dark forces warping their appearance" that makes me go absolutely feral!! 🤣🤣😍😍

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Full Thoughts on TDP Season 5

Under the cut, because there are many of them!

Starting off with things I liked:

Rayllum! It was so good to see them on the same page again, and they have a perfect balance between deep, romantic devotion and the shared laughter and gestures of best friends. Their dynamic this season was my favorite iteration of them so far

Janai and Amaya were wonderful as well. I was really bracing for Amaya to leave for Lux Area without telling Janai and a whole bunch of drama to ensue, but no! They communicate! They trust each other! It's so refreshing!

Side note: Lux Area was gorgeous the detail in every shot of the city and Bookery was so good. I want to live there. I will take on the night creatures if need be

I hoped we'd get an apology from Amaya for Rayla, and I'm really glad they took the time to put it in the show instead of a short story or anything like that. It was also cool to see Amaya recognizing the similarities she and Rayla share and acting as more of a mentor to her, I hope we see more of them together later on

The reoccurring message that oftentimes the best way to be strong is by going to other people for help- first Amaya's story, then Rayla trusting Callum, then Zubeia's talk with Avizandum. It's a very good moral

That whole thing with Soren and Elmer! Breaking the cycle of cruelty! I love Soren so much

Callum using dark magic again. I thought I would hate it if that happened, since we've seen a corruption plotline with him and with Claudia already, but the way it was done sort of added a good sense of realism. I like that Callum isn't a Perfectly Moral Mage just because he can do primal magic; it feels deeper and more complicated if he has to recognize that the easier, darker choice is always there, and sometimes he won't be able to resist it, but he has to try each time anyway

So many little moments that I'll probably be going into in separate posts because the dynamic between the characters was on fire. It was so good to see the team really working together, their chemistry was so good

Things I wasn't as much of a fan of:

The problem with the show really relying on people to read all the supplementary material is still present. I was pretty confused about who Kpp'Ar was until I looked him up on the wiki, and again, people who didn't know about Soren getting sick as a kid from the Book 2 novelization really wouldn't have gotten his part of the dream sequence. It doesn't ruin the show or anything but it does make it a little confusing at times

The plotline with the coins is starting to feel a little drawn-out. Runaan's presence would bring up enough complications between Rayla and the rest of the group that he needs enough time out of the coin to give that the weight it deserves, and I'm really hoping he gets out next season so we can have at least season 7 to go into that. Also, Ethari needs his husband back

As good as it was to see rayllum back together, I do still think we needed a scene of them actually talking things through. I'm sure it'll appear in a Reflections story at some point, but again, you don't want your show to lean that heavily on the bonus material

This is more of a nitpick than anything else, but the characters' faces in the early episodes felt really stiff. They'd be having a monologue where you could really hear the emotion in their voices, but their faces just... didn't really move

And finally: too many crabs. This is not a flaw with the season this is just because I personally am freaked out by crabs and I've never been so horrified in all my life as when the true nature of Finnegrin's ship was revealed. It'll haunt me forever

Overall I liked it a lot, and I'm really excited to see where it goes next! Claudia feels like she's on the very edge of the point of no return, if she hasn't already crossed it, and it'll be very interesting to see how she reacts to the loss of her leg and (most likely) the loss of her father next season. I'm also very excited for the nova blade, that sounds like a gorgeous piece of weaponry and seeing whoever wields it (my money's on Rayla) fighting Aaravos is going to be epic. This season has definitely ratcheted up my investment in the show, which I'm very excited about

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Sundane

Rating: G Media: Jujutsu Kaisen | JJK Pairing: Geto Suguru & Original Female Character Characters: Geto Suguru, Valerie (Self-Insert) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not Canon-Compliant, Angst, Heartbreak, Geto and OC are roommates, Gojo is mentioned but does not make an appearance (the implication is that he's dead)

Summary:

He takes another drag of his cigarette. “Exactly who do you think I am, that I would be in a place to judge you for anything?”

She shrugs, her gaze on the water. “Do you ever just… watch yourself do things? Like, you can see what you’re doing almost like you’re outside of yourself. You’re just watching… and you’re horrified because you know you shouldn’t be doing the things, but you can’t stop yourself? You just kind of… watch yourself implode, and there isn’t anything you can do in time to stop it from happening.”

Immediately after she’s stopped talking she regrets it. Even without replaying the words in her mind, she knows they make very little sense.

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A/N: I just felt like Geto would understand complicated emotions, even if they weren't explained well.

“Well?” Suguru says. “What’s with the face? You still moping?”

He has been sitting there silently for so long and she’s been so deep in thought that she’s almost forgotten he’s there. She turns to face him, watching as he lights a cigarette. When he notices her looking, he holds the pack out. “Want one?” 

“You know I don’t smoke.” 

He retracts his hand. “Yeah. But people change, you know.” 

She isn’t sure what to say to that. “I’m not moping,” she offers instead. 

“Brooding then,” her roommate supplies. “You’re wearing the exact same expression I do when you tell me I’m brooding. So?” He turns his whole body to face her, crossing his legs and leaning back on the hand not holding the cigarette. “You wanna talk about it?” 

Valerie casts him a dubious look. “And then sit here and listen to you make fun of me for it? No thank you.” 

He takes another drag of his cigarette. “Exactly who do you think I am, that I would be in a place to judge you for anything?” 

She shrugs, her gaze on the water. “Do you ever just… watch yourself do things? Like, you can see what you’re doing almost like you’re outside of yourself. You’re just watching… and you’re horrified because you know you shouldn’t be doing the things, but you can’t stop yourself? You just kind of… watch yourself implode, and there isn’t anything you can do in time to stop it from happening.”

Immediately after she’s stopped talking she regrets it. Even without replaying the words in her mind, she knows they make very little sense. 

“Yeah,” Suguru says, after a moment. 

Valerie raises her eyebrows at him. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he repeats. He puts his cigarette out. “Feels like one of those dreams, doesn’t it? You’re floating over yourself, screaming at yourself to stop… to take a step back before you do irreversible damage.” He scoffs. “But the self that’s doing those things doesn’t hear you. Or they just aren’t listening. They’re ignoring you.” 

Surprised, she gapes at him. “That’s… exactly it.” 

Suguru nods. “Yeah. I think everybody’s felt like that at one time or another. I’d say it’s part of being human, but that sounds a little too cliched for my tastes.” He pauses, shading his eyes from the sun as he looks up at the sky. “There’s never enough time in the moment, but the time we have to think about what we could have done in that moment haunts us for the rest of our lives.” 

Her eyes start to burn. “Yes,” she manages, around the lump in her throat. 

Suguru doesn’t say anything about her tears. “What do you regret the most about it?” 

A sound escapes her - half-laugh, half-sob. “Most?” She repeats. “As if there’s only one thing I could regret more than everything else?” 

“So go down the list,” he suggests. “Tell them to me, one by one.”

“I hate feeling like this is all proof that I haven’t grown as a person,” she starts, her voice quiet. “That I’m back to square one.” 

“And what’s square one?”

“Not enough.” She sighs, swiping at her eyes. The tears just keep coming. “Not strong enough. Not secure enough. Not confident enough.” She pauses. “Not understanding enough. I made promises I couldn’t keep… and I ended up doing the very things I said I wouldn’t do.”

He glances briefly at her. “Go on,” he says, before his gaze shifts back to the horizon. The sun is still high in the sky, and he turns his face up, letting its light warm his cheeks. 

Valerie is quiet for a few minutes. Then, “I’m disappointed that I couldn’t get it right this time around.” 

“So you think you got it wrong?”

“I think I’m just… made wrong,” she answers. She pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and digging her toes into the sand. “What I got wrong was thinking that would somehow change. Thinking that things would be different this time just because I wanted them to be.” 

Suguru can hear the bitterness in her tone. He knows how fragile her heart is right now, how brittle it must feel. “It’s never easy,” he starts. “No matter the reason, it’s always difficult when a relationship ends. Especially when it’s still so fresh,” he adds. “The feelings are still raw. You still remember the last conversations. You still lie awake at night wishing you’d said or done things differently. There hasn’t been time yet for you to fill the void that person left.” 

She covers her face with her hands. Her back is rising and falling slowly as she takes what he assumes are deep, steadying breaths.

“You don’t have to hold back on my account,” he tells her softly. 

The dam breaks then, and whatever resolve she’s been struggling to keep crumbles. She has always been a silent crier, but even her silent sobs now are so powerful that they make her entire body shake. 

Suguru sighs. “Dummy,” he says, moving closer and pulling her into his arms. There’s not a single word of protest on her part. He doubts there would be, even if she wasn’t crying her heart out. “How long have you been holding these tears in?” 

Valerie doesn’t answer. He doesn’t expect her to. 

“It’s only been a week,” he tells her, his tone still gentle. “When you’ve been invested in someone for such a long time, you get used to having their presence in your life.” She can hear the hitch in his own breath, and she knows he’s thinking of Satoru. “There are all these little pieces of them tied up in you, woven throughout everything you say and do and think and feel.

“When that person is gone,” he goes on, “it’s like all those pieces of them are gone too. There are all these empty spaces left behind. Those don’t go away immediately.” 

“How long?” She asks. Her face is still buried in his shirt, and so her voice comes out muffled. “How long until they heal?”

He laughs, but Valerie doesn’t get the feeling it’s meant to make fun of her. It’s a humorless laugh, one tinged with bitterness of a different kind. “Sometimes they never do,” he tells her honestly. “You just… sort of learn to live with the empty spaces.” 

She nods in understanding, but can’t find any words. 

“You miss him, don’t you?”

Valerie nods again, this time turning her face up to look at him. “I’m sorry… I know you miss Satoru too, and I know it’s a lot harder when you know that person is gone forever. It’s… I shouldn’t be so---” She fumbles her words. 

Suguru waves a hand. “Like I said. No matter the reason, it’s never easy when relationships end.” 

She can’t find any words for that, either. 

“Hey,” Suguru says suddenly, after a few minutes of silence. 

Her tears have started to taper off, and she sniffles. “Hm?”

He leans back to look at her, a genuine smile on his face. “You got a package today. I think it’s the booze your boss sent.” 

“Really?” She sits up, using the hem of her shirt to wipe at her eyes. 

“Yeah,” he affirms. “It was heavy as hell, too. She must’ve sent a lot.” 

This makes her laugh. “She always does.” 

“Well?” He stands up, offering his hand. “What do you say we go back home, open it up, and order some greasy food to go with it?” 

“Yeah,” she says quietly, taking his hand and standing up. “Yeah… that sounds good.” 

~Fin~

[realmadridfamily]

Anastasia Tomazova - Lunin : "We love Spain very much, the people here are very friendly, we feel very welcome and comfortable."

Influencer, mother and owner of an Instagram profile with around 200,000 followers. Yes, Anastasia Tomazova is more than just a WAG. Although the Ukrainian is married to Andriy Lunin, goalkeeper of Real Madrid, this fact has not affected her personality in any way. As she confesses : "we are the most ordinary family". Noting her huge potential in social media and considering her future projects, we meets with the young woman in one of her favorite places in the capital of Spain, the massage, facial and body care salon "Ritualyté". There we talk about her dreams, fears and even get some information about her upcoming wedding.

We are in one of your favorite places in Madrid. What do you find in Ritualyté that you haven't experienced in other beauty salons? How much importance do you give to beauty and self-care? Yes, for me it's my favorite place because massages are a must for me. I have an active lifestyle and sometimes I need to find time to relax my soul and body. I really like to take care of my body, especially after giving birth, because after giving birth the skin is not as tight as I would like. That's why I had to turn to specialists to make sure everything is in order.

From all the salon offers, which treatments do you use most often and how often? I really like the results of LPG massages to tighten and give elasticity to the skin, as well as relaxing massages with aromatherapy oils, chocolate therapy …

We know you love aromatherapy products. How do these essential oils affect your physical and emotional well-being? What changes have you noticed after using them? I love the scent of the oil because I am very sensitive to smells and this helps me relax and gives me energy.

We’ve also seen you use innovative water-based exfoliators to exfoliate and double cleanse your scalp. As with any beauty technique you undergo, would you recommend it to your followers as an Influencer? Yes, I have been wanting to try this procedure for a long time, because I saw it in my home country, in Ukraine, but I think this is the first salon where it has appeared in Spain. The water head massage is fantastic. Since I find the head to be the most sensitive area for massage, I would recommend everyone to try this procedure to relax and feel its effect.

Congratulations, you've reached 100k. Tell us about your experience in this industry? How would you define your profile and what values ​​characterize it? My profile is more football-related because I am a footballer’s wife. But I try to develop it in more feminine directions. I also have a female audience who are interested in what we do outside of football, how we live, what restaurants we visit, what cities and shops we go to. I often get asked for beauty tips …

For example, do you want to start your own beauty center or cosmetic/fashion brand? Do you have a project in mind? I would like to have my own clothing brand, but it's a bit difficult right now because I'm focused on motherhood. Now I'm also thinking about opening a development center for children. But we'll see later.

We also know you love sharing these plans with your husband, but what are your other favorite hobbies as a couple? We love trying different food, delicious dishes, cuisine from different countries. That's why our favorite pastime is to go and explore new restaurants. I also plan to learn to play golf.

As an elite athlete, Andriy must have little free time. How does it feel to be the wife of a footballer who is constantly in the media? How do you cope with the constant press attention, the headlines, the pressure … ? Well, for me it's not that complicated because I'm used to my husband having to play almost every three days, but for the child it's a bit complicated because he's small and wants to see his dad more often. Honestly, I read very little newspapers. If you read everything, you can go crazy. We've probably gotten used to this lifestyle for many years and behind football we're the most ordinary family that likes to spend time at home.

For example, you decided to get married in a completely private way, away from the spotlights and in a sweatpants! Would you do it again or do you feel like celebrating the wedding in a beautiful wedding dress and walking down the aisle? We had a wonderful wedding. We would do it again! We will also celebrate our golden wedding in sweatpants. Of course, we are planning a celebration for our loved ones, we want to take them to one of the islands and organize a celebration. But we will do without a fluffy wedding dress.

You have been living in Spain for over 5 years, but you recently said that you were okay with the idea of ​​moving if it would give your husband a better future. Do you still have that idea? We love Spain very much, the people here are very friendly, we feel very welcome and comfortable. But if my husband has to leave this country, of course I will support him and we will go where it is necessary. I am a person who loves to travel, so I am not afraid of the idea of ​​moving.

You have a little son. How do you as a couple cope with parenthood? What traits would you emphasize in yourself as a mother and in him as a father? Becoming parents means becoming more mature. First of all, it means responsibility and worrying about that little child. Being able to be patient, attentive and active, even at night, when you are tired or sick.

Would you like your son to follow in his father's footsteps in the future? Well, that's a difficult question. On the one hand, I would like to, but on the other hand, I see how much time and health my husband devotes to his work, that as a mother I don't know if I would like my son to go through that. Although it's only his decision who he should be, we will support him in everything.

How has your life changed? Life has changed 180 degrees. We approached parenthood very responsibly and were prepared for it. That's why we love spending time together, teaching our son different things, playing with him, watching him develop and grow. Sure, it has its drawbacks: sometimes you want to sleep, but that too will pass with time.

Finally, would you like to continue expanding your family? What plans do you have in mind? There are no such plans for now. For now, one child is enough. Now we are focusing on raising him and our career. It's very difficult to plan anything because we don't know where we will be in a week.

[livvyofthelake]

ok. as promised i will now update everyone on the cobra kai gay race. given this a lot of thought. (lie. this is like 80% vibe based) like genuinely i’m more invested in the hypothetical concept of cobra kai making one of their characters gay than i am in several aspects of my own life. anyway

i have to preface by saying i fear any odds have dwindled significantly of cobra kai pulling the Established Character Goes Canon Gay move that i feel like one million other shows have pulled this year. there are five episodes left there’s not much time to do anything at all let alone a gay reveal. however i wouldn’t put it past them just yet hence why i’m still making this list

first of all let’s get all the ones with no chance out of our way. sam, miguel, tory, daniel, johnny, amanda, carmen, demetri (even having his gf dump him does not give him this shot. he has never been gay i’m SORRY), that iron dragons guy who likes sam, kwon (rip… i’d give him a posthumous chance but i just can’t see it), kim, chozen, and again UNFORTUNATELY for our man tanner buchanan, robby.

one character has done something so huge and unheard of and frankly, i thought impossible. and made it off the No Chance Of Going Gay List i made after part one… major congratulations are in order for anthony larusso who gave himself one final low probability shot… give it up for anthony you’ll be seeing him on the ranked list <3 anthony look at us… who would’ve thought!

again kreese and silver do not get to appear on this list at all for a multitude of reasons. the end

11) shawn’s odds have gone down because given how little he actually appears it would hardly be significant to mention even if he was gay. but i just can’t put him on the initial list of no-chance-havers…

10) zara. odds are low but never zero.

9) tolya shadow and bone. we all know he fucked that old man. come on

8) kenny. hard to explain. i think his odds are about. 30%. but it’s not nothing…

7) eli

6) kyler. again don’t ask me to explain this i just really believe in it. ok

5) mike barnes. never too late to pull a ben chang!

4) chris or mitch getting ranked as one because they’re basically the same character anyway. they weren’t even in part two though. where are chris and mitch… anyway as they say it’s never too late to pull a ben chang. it would be funny but not homophobic because they’re on the good team. you understand!

3) i know i’m about to sound crazy. anthony. buddy made it from not a chance to number THREE. dude just trust me omg

2) i’ve said it many times. dyke devon is basically already confirmed to me. it doesn’t need to be a Reveal or even a Thing she can just have a little moment and it will count and still be just as significant as anything else…

1) never. EVER. too late for aisha robinson to come back with the steel chair. finale appearance where she references her gf she’s going to nyu with or something… let me dream my beautiful dream ok

this list took me one million years btw because i sat here for days not knowing where to place eli. he is so fucking complicated to me i can’t leave him off the list because the odds are literally never zero. please remember that i got the station 19 jack andy endgame this year and it has made me overconfident and i don’t think i can believe anything with certainty anymore… but i can’t put him high on the list because if it were going to happen his girlfriend would have dumped him by now. you understand. anyway. y’all take it easy <3

[ghost-of-a-dream-girl]

getting to know delilah (durge)

@shewhowas39 came up with this amazing format/creative exercise to introduce OCs and thought it would be fun to use it to introduce my durge! (also because I love reading about other people's OCs)

delilah's the MC in my little durge x astarion WIP fic Where Midnight Meets Morning, best described as the final girl in a horror story of her own making

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Name: Delilah - doesn’t remember her surname. Companions sometimes shorten to ‘Lilah’. Pronouns she/her.  Age: around 30-33 Race: high elf (Bhaalspawn)  Class: complicated. Technically an oath-broken paladin, who does not recall her initial oath until later (vengeance). Will be multi classing and embracing her more dramatic bardic qualities.  Alignment: probably toes the line between chaotic neutral/good at the start, becoming wholly chaotic good as things develop Highest stat: almost tied between strength and charisma Lowest stat: wisdom (lol) Love interest: sad vampire boy Ex: a babygurl who is just too busy for kisses Best friend: God's favourite princess Height: around 5ft 7 Body type: slender with lean muscle, defined waist with some curves  Skin: a soft light brown, lightest at the start of Act I, deepens as she tans with all of their outdoor activities  Hair: very dark brown, almost black, with loose curls (I imagine it as like a 2c/3a type texture) Eyes: a blue-green, more green than blue, almond shaped with upturned outer corners. Very very expressive, and she’s aware of this.  Face claim: honestly difficult one. I think of her as looking similar (besides hair/skin tone) to a 90s Angelina Jolie especially with regards to the bone structure and quite luscious features which can be quite ‘siren-like’ in quality but also capable of portraying more innocence depending upon expression/make up etc. 

Other notable appearance details: - She has what appears to be an initial carved into the top of her left inner thigh - She is very acutely aware of her own appearance and how others perceive her including the effect she can have on others. She uses this to her advantage frequently but struggles to feel like her body is her own rather than a weapon/tool. - In that, she is very good at altering her appearance with eg make up/hair/clothes styles for a purpose. A lot of the time how she presents herself reflects her mental state or goals. Her and Shadowheart’s first bonding moment was over a red ribbon that Shadowheart gave her to tie her hair up with.  - Tattoo of a dagger with a name on it, very tiny and barely legible, behind her right ear

Favourite colour: dark midnight blue. Any blue, actually. Girl just loves water. 

Greatest passion: creating music! it’s something that she needs to re-discover/learn to re-embrace about herself at the start, but song/song writing, and expression of herself through that medium. Has a beautiful voice. 

Biggest fear: the Urge, and how it makes her feel. There are also moments not driven by the Urge where her own rage drives her to commit deeply violent acts, usually triggered by external control/loss of agency over her body. 

Some random facts: -   Very haunted, and definitely sensitive to the supernatural. - Plagued by nightmares throughout her whole life. Her dreams can be quite bizarre/disturbing, sometimes re-telling but more often than not slightly unreliable.  - Complex relationship with pain. Additionally, complex relationship with sex.  - Very dramatic, even in combat. Irritates Lae’zel in particular when she’s theatrical in the way she kills people. - Excellent swimmer. Enjoys wild swimming in particular, even in icy spring temperatures.   - Brought up within the upper city by elven foster parents. Sent away to a very strict, religious school as a child and teenager which is where the Urge first started to manifest.  - After…events she was driven towards a paladin lifestyle through the idea that the discipline and promise of revenge would drive the Urge away. Of course, it didn’t, and when something very bad and very pivotal happened to her she pretty much went completely off the rails and moved back to the city, eventually transforming into this siren-like party girl/death cult leader as she embraced her urges. One of the many beds that she fell eventually into was that of Enver Gortash. 

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That's her. Her fic is only just getting started over on AO3 and does also tie into my Alfira fic. She's also got one cute smutty one shot so far.

:)

[fearlessdevil17]

Here is a Question for you and it also brings us back to Rayman Raving Rabbids, namely a very cool machine:

Pink!

To the left: His prototype version for the Rayman 4 early version that would be somewhat used in the GBA version for RRR, but without that spider-machine and his left eye has a eye patch. To the right his Wii version without the Pink fur

He is machine Rabbid you meet in the Rayman Raving Rabbids version for Wii and GBA! Let us start with his first entry:

He appeared in Rayman Raving Rabbids first on GBA, where the sad Origin Story is mentioned. You encouter him on your escape from the Rabbid's hideout, the Dark World, which is unsuprisingly the final world you visit, a dark and gloomy undergroud, serving as their home after they were driven out from the Glade of Dreams due to bullying!

Before you could free Ly the fairie, you meet him as your first boss, he summons a Giant Mecha Anti-Toon (does this sound familiar?) and let it loose on Rayman, who defeats it, afterwards he smashes his control device and Rayman runs away...thus we never see Pink ever again!!!

In Rayman Raving Rabbids you have to fight him some times in the arena in all the Plunger shooter games, where he creates a barrier that makes him immune to Damage, safe for his own rockets he throws at you. You see, he is actually very timid and mute, he can only say "Hey Mate, what's up" by launching heat-seeking missiles at you...which he does constantly, so he always says to you "Hay Mate, What's up" repeatedly...he needs professional help...

What do you think of him? Could he join our crew and help the heroes against any of Cursa's evil? What would Edge think of him, namely that he like Sergeui also worked for the Rabbids Army back then and what would the other Rabbids think of this fellow? Would Beep-0 and Jeanie help him to speak more sentence rather than his uniquely pronounced sentence? Well Kanya would get jelly for obvious reasons and Momma might help him, he is after all a Machine...

So should we accept him or not? Rayman might be on board, given that he loves Rabbids now and can settle old grudges...he after all beat Pink in the arena, so if he went rogue, he knows how to deal with him!

I hope he is a good guy and will help us dealing with evil forces from on now!!!

What do you say? Friend or Foe?

I have heard of this guy before yes. as for being friend or foe. I kinda have some mixed emotions with that.

personally i do see him as a villain since, well he is in the Rayman games. but there could be a silver lining to that.

this could be my lack of knowledge for Rayman talking, but if Pink is meant to be a slightly sentient robot. then it's possible to reprogram him into joining the crew. and since he's able to summon mecha's that are similar to Kanya's mecha's, maybe taking down Cursa would be slightly easier.

i'm pretty sure everyone would be pretty confused at first since they've never really met a robot of their race before, because they were never part of the Rabbid army. even wondering who created this little guy in the first place.

obviously Momma would be the one to tinker with Pink's currents, maybe even giving him some new upgrade's while she's at it.

if Beep-O and Jeanie do teach him to talk, i like to imagine that he would sound like either Kaos from Skylander's or Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

and i don't think Kanya would be jealous. considering she failed twice to kill the heroes, she need's more improvement's on her mecha's, and Pink is the perfect being to go to in order from said improvement's to happen. she would defiantly try to take him and have him help her work on her mecha's.

and as for Rayman, that's going to be complicated. Rayman would not trust this guy since there were times were he almost killed him. it's going to be a long process for Rayman to trust Pink. considering that he's actually starting to understand the Rabbids mores when he realized that not all Rabbids were bad.

......but since Pink is a robot.......

i do think Pink could be considered a friend, but you know a lot more about him than i do. so i'll leave that up to you.

this is what i personally think tho :)

[starres-stuff]

FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 26 | Last

How does love last? The words on Dimitri's lips as he visits his Sister, Vi, for advice.

“Are you certain about this, the thought of what I am normally makes you squeamish.” The sun had barely set over the Lavender beds when Dimitri arrived on the doorstep of Viviane’s bakery. She was still working, which meant she was worried about something or someone for that was what she did when she was worried she baked all sorts of delightful treats that appealed to the mind, heart, body, and soul at least that was what Dimitri had found.

“Yes, I want to give him something. The mask he made for me Vi I can’t stop touching it. There is such a sense of him in it, his aether, his love and I want to give him something in return, something that will last. I am a witch hunter.” his voice cracked, it was a term he had heard used in a Shroud numerous times now about those who interrupted sacred rituals and harassed the Shroud witches. It had made him so disgusted with himself, that he had begun to question all those years at the Studium invested in the education it took to be an Occult Investigator. He was no better than the Inquisitors of Ishagard; he knew that now.

“What do you have in mind?” Up she looked from her mixing bowl, her small hands turning and folding a heavy dough while they talked. It looked like the dough she used to make pastries but Dimitri wasn’t certain for she had been folding this dough since he walked in the door. “I also have reservations about doing the work myself. Laurent is very keen on Aether and he knows mine. I could teach you how to do a charm of protection if you would like but it will need to be your focus and your magic that creates it.” a rather serious look appeared on her face.

“Do you ever worry that things won’t last?” Dimitri suddenly blurted out “That one morning you’ll wake up and it will just be over.” The Sharlayan had never been in love before, though he had loved others in different ways. This was the first time in his life that love had grown this deep for him and there were times he found himself in a pool of worry.

“Ah, little brother you cannot think of those things.” From a bag, Vi took a handful of flour and spread it over one of her wooden boards then she tipped her bowl over and started to knead the dough with her knuckles spreading it out into a thinner sheet. “This is where life and love get complicated. It is normal to feel anxious, to worry that you will lose the one or ones you love but getting caught in that can make it happen too. You can push them away without realizing you did because you are so caught up in making certain things last.”

Dimitri was silent for a moment, his eyes trained on the way she worked with the dough. Croissants were his bet now just from how she was working down the dough to a flat sheet, he wished he had her talents. They were better than his, his were meant to harm others and he never realized it just watching her reminded him that Shroud Witches were normal people with dreams and hopes just like everyone else. His hatred and distrust towards them were starting to make very little sense now though the pit of his stomach ached from the realization.

“I can’t help it” He protested, and eventually he slid down the wall he had been standing against since he arrived stretching his legs out before him once his rear hit the ground and using his long coat as a means to keep the dust off of his pants. “I don’t know what to do Vi, I love him in a way I didn’t feel possible but yet every time I watch him walk into those woods for his long duty I feel my knees go weak and the fear hit that his job is so dangerous he may never come back to me.”

“You trust and you hope,” Vi said sternly as she gathered the dough back into a ball, then grabbed for her wooden rolling pin, more flour would be sprinkled and spread along the length of the object before she settled back into preparing the dough before her.

“I know the fear Dimitri. Clement flies an Airship to Corethas for business and Kovalt often has overnight duties. Have I paced when one isn’t back at their normal time? Or if the other comes home with an injury? Of course, I have. That is part of love at least it is when you have a heart. You worry about the person, you care about how they are, and you look forward to seeing them come home again. There are dangers everywhere, all around us. Enjoy what you have in the here and now; put your faith in something greater than yourself. My belief in Nymeia helps the skeins of fate and the guidance of the spinning wheel. Live life with Laurent to the fullest little Brother. Leave the what-ifs where they belong and that’s out of your head.

Humming, Vi set aside her rolling pin, and she started folding the dough like it was a cloth. Her hands were quick and light with this part of the work. Her face took on this look of serenity that Dimitri often wondered how anyone could reach it, especially his Sister after the traumas she had faced in her life. “I want to give him something that when he looks at it he sees me smiling at him, something that will rest next to his heart on a cord so he never feels alone and something that will speak of my love for him no matter what happens. Can we do that with magic Vi? Can we put my feelings into something like I’m bottling wine so he always knows I’m there for him?”

Thoughtfully she looked towards him, her head even tilting just so leaving her hands to continue to work without her attention on them. It was quite the sight as if she was detached from herself in these moments somehow. One half of her body did one thing while the other worked on something else. “Yes, we can do it. You can express emotion with Aether, though you would likely be more interested in what my assistant Rune can do. He is from Thavnair. I have recently had him brought here for reasons that I will keep to myself. He is versed in what they call Dynamis, it is magic but based on personal emotion. I can show you how to work with Aether so that Laurent feels you in your work, he is sensitive, and it makes it easier, but I would suggest some lessons with Rune in time to learn other ways to express things.”

“Yes, Dynamis, there was a lot of conversation about it before I left Sharlyan. I found it rather fascinating that it was used to circumvent the end of the world.” Dimitri was stalling now, he was doing anything to avoid the emotions that bit at his tongue, and his thoughts and brought tears to his eyes. The change of subject to an emotionless research topic brought Vi’s heavy gaze back to him, and she lifted an eyebrow quizzically before she finally spoke.

“You are no better at hiding things than I am, and you do not have to. We are the only ones here little Brother and it is your first time in love if I have read you right. It’s new, It’s exciting and it is very frightening. I cannot help you if I do not know what is dwelling in that precious noggin of yours.” It was all so matter-a-factual cold on the outside yet there was also a detectable warmth in her voice somewhere.

“Why me Vi? What could he possibly like about me? He is this stunningly beautiful man who could have anyone in the Shroud he wanted!” He shot his Sister a knowing look then said “Case in point? He is a man of nature, of mystery, his devotion to the Shroud is breathtaking. The things he knows, the things he has shown me. He is six years older than me! What do I have to offer him? We are different from each other. What if my eccentric nature keeps us from working out? We have very little in common.”

Vi couldn’t help but laugh then, watching Dimitri and his little tantrum on her brand-new floor as it played out. “You are overthinking it again. Of course, you do. You love each other. People do not have to be perfect matches, they do not have to have the same hobbies or enjoy the same things. It is called compromise. You learn to show each other things you like as individuals and invite him to share them with you. You will find commonalities Dimitri but instead of coming prepackaged like three-day-old croissants, you will make them together fresh and new.”

It was then he stopped his ranting, the what-ifs stopped yelling through the corridors of his mind and he watched Vi cut triangles out of her dough then begin to fold each one neatly placing them on a tray to be placed in the oven. Ha, he was right it was going to be croissants after all. “The best thing you can do Dimitri is keep an open mind, talk about things, ask about likes and dislikes. Build your house together as Aunt Doshaine used to say, and she said it often. You do not have to be twins to be in love.” To the oven she moved and into the heat the croissants went.

“Once I am done with these we can go to Cenodocia’s House. I bake a fresh batch for them every night before I close up. It is my excuse to stop by for a visit. It helps me get past feeling like a burden or that I am there too much. Keeps the thoughts of being a third wheel out of my head. All of those things are important! It has become a ritual to me and it works. These are the things you learn to do when you are in love. We all have our flaws, and those are some of mine.”

[blucifer08]

Has your OC ever been in a relationship that they know is emotionally unhealthy for them, but to which they cannot seem to stop themself returning? What are the factors preventing them from ending this relationship fully?

So I feel like the obvious answer in this case might seem to be Naru and Elidibus. Naru is toxically dependent on his presence in her life and they're both seeking something specific from one another. But the kicker there is that a) while it is toxic and unhealthy, I will insist they DO love each other. And b) Naru doesn't realize it's unhealthy. Elidibus might, but it's not really affecting Him unhealthily and I think he's not feeling too guilty about manipulating a sundered person a little.

Relationships with Ascians are always gonna be complicated

So, I'd rather talk about Naru's (non romantic) relationship with my OC Solomon. Solomons part to play in my lore is quite dark, and he is evil..I cannot stress that enough. So here are some tw for the oncoming paragraphs. Sorry if this isn't the answer you wanted, but I think it's a better answer than simply elaborating on narueli being toxic BC Naru doesn't think they're toxic

Tw manipulation, emotional abuse,, and nasty stuff like that. Please proceed with caution !

So, Solomon is part voidsent part man. How this came to be is complicated, but just take it at face value. He has two abilities.

1) he can see into your past lives, even so far as back to the ancient world. He uses this ability to pretend to be a fortune teller, to make gil. He makes predictions 'based on the ebb and flow of your soul.'

2) he can slip into your dreams and manipulate them. He doesn't do this nonconsentually often, though. Instead, he offers it as a service to clients. Very hush hush. You give him Gil, he will give you that pleasant sleep youve been hoping for, show you visions of your deceased loved ones, show you the ending you want. (He also feeds on your aether during this process. He is also afforded some of your memories depending on how your subconscious reacts etc, but he cannot go through your thoughts and memories freely.)

I should also mention, he's in a very toxic relationship with Fandaniel himself. He is mesmerized by Fandaniel's nihilism and as a thrill seeker himself, he wants to view the spectacle of his downfall. (Fun fact, this means Solomon knows about endsinger because he was able to access those memories in Fandaniel's past as Hermes)

ANYWAYS.

In early ARR, Naru and Levi stumble across Solomon and he does readings for them. He can see into Naru's past and sees Erasmia and Elidibus. He's quite intrigued and this is actually the catalyst for Naru and Elidibus meeting the first time-- Solomon intervenes and tells Naru she will meet her moon, but it will be both everything she wanted and not what she wanted. He then gets in touch with Fandaniel and there's some fuckery behind the scenes to get Elidibus to meet Naru.

And so Solomon appears throughout my story as an evil fucker who has some.. stuff to do with Levi(another story) and who wants to see wtf happens with Naru and Elidibus.

After shb and 5.3, Naru is a sin eater so she's full of lots of aether! And he's a voidsent. So he offers her dreams of her locked away lover. And what ensues is Naru essentially using all of her money to get dreams from Solomon. She dreams of Elidibus, dreams he is okay, dreams they still are happy together. She becomes addicted to this. She doesn't want to face her grief. She threatens to kill Solomon but he reminds her that she'll never see Elidibus again and she loses her resolve.

Naru really struggles. She keeps going back to him, over and over. While Solomon feeds on that massive resovoir of aether she holds.

Solomon starts to get cockier and begins manipulating Naru a lot more from without the dreams. She runs out of money? Do some errands for him. He, for a while, keeps her very close. He weaponizes her guilt, saying things like, "I suppose none of this would matter if you hadnt locked him away in that tower. But don't you worry, I'm here to soothe your pain." He assures her that he's just trying to help

(fun fact, Solomon even goes so far as to be on the moon when Fandaniel pilots Zodiark and taunts Naru a lot about Zodiark being related to Elidibus and stuff..)

She knows it's bad. Levi tries to stop her. It doesnt stop until another OC of mine steps in, names Riot, who kills Solomon.

So yea! I know you might have wanted me to talk about narueli but this seemed a lot more fitting, sorry for the long post 👉👈 its not a romantic relationship but there's a lot of manipulation going on and Solomon definitely thinks of Naru as his possession at some point

[chansaw]

Thank you for humoring my fascination with the yj animoprhs au :) Could you talk more about Taissa and how she's affected by everything happening? How does she reconcile her need for control and solutions with such a complicated and chaotic (not to mention seemingly endless) war? Does her fugue self make an appearance? Thank you!

thank you for humoring ME by enabling this nonsense! <3

anyways, happy taissa tuesday to you and yours. dear, sweet, precious tai. constantly girlbossing too close to the sun.

the thing about tai is that she likes to stuff all her problems into a box and shove them into a dark corner and pretend they don't exist.

taissa likes to think she's got it all under control. her peers elected her student council secretary, and her soccer coach passed the captainship to her after jackie was declared presumed deceased. she's maintaining a 4.0 GPA, and howard university, her dream school, is offering her a handsome scholarship and a position on their first division ncaa soccer team. oh, and she's running military tactics for an underground guerilla war on top of all that. she's doing fine. no, not just fine, she's doing GREAT. you'd think a war would be a natural habitat for a control freak, and that's probably what tai would say if someone asked.

she reads sun tzu's the art of war from cover to cover, and then she reads it again. then, she moves on to the works of machiavelli. she studies military treatises from every era, and she jots down all her thoughts alongside her notes on defensive and offensive soccer formations. she tries to convince herself that leading a team of soccer players and leading a team of soldiers aren't entirely two different ballgames.

sometimes, after practice, she and van will rendezvous in a locker room shower stall. van will press her against the cold tile wall, and tai will card her fingers through van's matted hair, and neither of them will say anything after they're done making out.

the problems can't stay in the box forever. her grades start slipping. she fumbles what should've been an easy pass during a game. she can't avoid the nightmares that wait for her every time she closes her eyes. if they botch a mission and something goes wrong, they get even worse. she's slipping, and she's too proud to ask for help.

she thinks nobody notices, but van does. it's the littlest things that she notices, like when a little part of her blouse isn't perfectly tucked into her jeans. or during ben's health class, when she starts scribbling in the margins of her notebook instead of actually taking notes - that's when van knows something's absolutely not right, and the minute the bell rings she drags tai towards the locker room.

"van, what? we can't be here - do this - not right now -"

"that's not why we're here." van locks the door to the shower stall behind her and folds her arms across her chest. "you can't keep going like this, tai. we have to talk about it."

and finally, the walls start to crumble.

okay now that THAT'S out of my system, onto the other question: i am not sure if i will be incorporating Other/Fugue Tai into this story yet. if i do, want to make sure i handle it right. sorry i cant give you a better answer than that!

anyways. thanks for the ask!!! i could literally talk about this au all day

[lilsnifferman]

what is your dream woman like

Omg this topic is complicated, but let's try to focus on some main aspects.

I don't have any specific preferences about the appearance (like for example blonde with blue eyes etc), because in my life I met so different variations that I liked. I only have something about petite, skinny girls that makes me find them cute. But it's not a must, there're girls who're tall and a bit curvy who are attractive for me anyways, soo... I'm a little bit picky, but without any specific preferences. 😜

The character is very important for me, because it's something that always telling me if she's the one I could spend the rest of my life with or run away from her 🙈 I know, nobody is perfect, neither do I! But it's not worth it to spend any minute in relationship that's not real, not built on real feelings, without at least few common targets in life and without the trust. 🥰 The problem is, it's hard to explain in a few words what character would be my main choice. But if I meet the right one, I'll know it 😉

When it comes about fetish, I think it's appropriate thing to be mentioned, because it's my kink blog, right? But believe me or not, it's not the most important thing to me! I prefer more to be in relationship with a girl who's close to perfect in other aspects than just having common fetish with her... Ofc having this would be a great benefit too. But in a longer perspective, it doesn't matter that much. I mean, she doesn't need to have the same fetish or being into farts etc. But hey, every girl living in this world does farts, right? So for me the most important for me would be if she was quite open minded and from time to time surprised me with some nice fart and her natural reaction, whatever it was 😇

But even if I find the perfect one, there's no guarantee that she'll accept everything about me, so... I won't believe she even exists until I meet her lol

[clarajblogdsaa]

Do android dreams of recording songs?

Since I was a little kid, I was exposed to Japanese culture a lot and of course music was part of it. Growing up, sharing my music taste with people could be a little complicated as they did not really understood the appeal of listening to a language they could not understand but the case where I had the most surprised reactions where trough the voice of the virtual idol Hatsune Miku. Indeed, she nothing more than a fictional avatar for a software voicebank commercialised by Yamaha. Quickly, one question arose, what do people like in listening to a robot voice? It is perfectly understable as most people like singers and bands because of the emotional bond their music and voice create. Miku as no will of her own and her voice does not sound really human yet she is dearly cherished by many as she delivers a bond unlike any other human musical artist can do... 

She was created in 2007 by the company Crypton Future Media to be a part of Yamaha’s new software, VOCALOID2. This program has been developed in 2004 as a tool for music composer that can’t afford or find an interpret to their songs. The technology behind VOCALOID is actually pretty simple: a human singer gets their voice recorded in the desired language with each phoneme and diphthong separated and slightly adjusted to be cohesive. It creates a powerful tool where anyone can write lyrics which will get transform into a singing voice. Then, the voice can be tuned to the a specific tone and notes as often it is possible to recognized each composer by their way of tuning Miku’s voice!  

The Boxart for the first version of Hatsune Miku for VOCALOID2 in 2007, art by KEI © Crypton Future Media.

Before Miku, few other virtual singers were released but the real change is that got a character design promoting her voicebank, which is most likely the reason she became so popular. She was drawn as a 16 year old girl in an anime style with Yamaha’s synthesizers iconic colors and design elements. This avatar paired with how easy it was to use her compared to her previous counterpart made her appeal to far more than the professional field. Quickly, amateurs musicians and japan otaku culture made original songs, cover, fan art and memes of Miku, spreading her mark all over the internet.  

Hatsune Miku became one of the biggest japanese musical phenomenon of the last decade. Crypton made sure to profit from this success and push her in many events and collaboration such as the sponsoring of the Good Smile Racing team for Grand Tour racing events! She is a huge soft power outlet use by Japan to promote japanese music and culture, a bit like the K-pop industry in Korea. Yet it’s not quite what make her so special... 

A Hatsune Miku mascot makes an appearance at Hatsune Miku Symphony 2017 with the Tokyo Philharmonic. ©Crypton Future Media

More than a weird robotic voice or a capitalistic icon, she is the representation of creative communities that expand online. The loves for her “work” come through the universes that composers make with her as their tool to connect with their audience. Crypton always kept Miku as a blank sheet, other than few staple elements of her design as her turquoise hair and eyes, anything else is left to the fan creation. The music featuring her voice range from every music genre and the topics explored can go in more difficult topics like suicide or abuse. It had help many to feel heard and find recovery in hard times as most of the work produce with her is not commercialized and thus more free with its form and message. Crypton have even created a legal license that fan can use without having to contact them to legally use Hatsune Miku’s brand in specific fan creation such as print making, cosplay and music creation!  

Hatsune Miku and many other virtual singers give people freedom of creativity beyond what any human singer could because their aims are different! Virtual singers are not human yet help the creation and humanity of musicians and artists to shine through and build together the future of their community. 

«Miku, Miku, You can call me Miku,   Blue hair, blue tie, hiding in your wi-fi,   Open secrets, anyone can find me,   Hear your music through my mind»  

are part of the first verse of the famous song Miku composed by the US band Anamanaguchi and interpreted by the virtual idol Hatsune Miku as to describe who she is to the world. 

[skyheld]

Ameridan saw her touch the wound on her abdomen and instinctively raised a hand to cast a healing spell, even though no magic would come to his fingertips. Even knowing she was immortal he'd feared for her when that scythe hit her; he could only imagine how much it had to have hurt, and be glad if anything similar happened to him he'd likely die before he felt that pain. But she would be fine, he reminded himself. She wasn't looking well, but she was healing.

He watched Little Dread lean into the aasimar's touch and thought, sadly, that he was far from a young wolf however youthful he might appear in mind. Such was the curse of having a long life: those you loved would be taken from you one by one, unless you hardened your heart to anyone who wasn't burdened with the same expectancy. How much Aylin had thought of that in regards to Isobel he wouldn't ask. They already knew.

"You're right; it's not like Ketheric. It feels almost divine to me, though bringing the dead back to life does not seem like something Selûne would do, no matter how much they deserved it. But she is alive", he said, not wanting to dwell so much on her death. He could tell it affected Aylin to speak of it. "Ketheric deserved all that he got. But Isobel's feelings may be more complicated than yours. I will be here, should she wish to speak to someone who does not have the memories you have of Ketheric. She may not speak her sorrow to you because of how he tortured you." For now, he had no doubt it was Aylin she wanted to be with.

As Halsin stepped inside behind Isobel, Ameridan half-jokingly hid his face in his folded arms, embarrassed again that they'd taken his statement about needing to be carried from his place seriously. "No", he said, pushing himself up from the settee, "I can still stand on my own." Yet despite his careful movements he swayed on his feet as soon as he straightened. Apparently predicting exactly that result, Halsin stepped in caught his arm before his knees buckled.

"....or not." At least with the druid's support he could stand; all he needed was that little bit of help, not having to carry his entire weight. "I suppose I best leave before I embarrass myself further. I will see you in the morning, then", he told the other two. Little Dread gave Aylin a farewell poke with his nose and moved towards the door. "Rest well."

---

The rooms Isobel had found had been spared the fighting and were surprisingly comfortable, though there were still signs of the cult they'd housed, things left behind by the cultists as they descended to the great hall to fight. Ameridan was beyond the point of caring. He found a bed and collapsed on it, and instead of going into a trance he slept, a deep, black sleep which even his strange dream visitor was kind enough to leave him to. Little Dread was beside him; for the first time since they left the druid's grove he felt almost entirely safe.

He woke to a bright light shining onto his face. Brighter than the lanterns burning night and day outside the towers, brighter than Isobel's dome, and it had a warm, golden glow, not the cold white of moonlight.... oh. He opened his eyes, gently easing Little Dread's heavy head from his lap so he could sit up.

Sunlight. The sun had broken through the shadows to fall onto Moonrise, as it hadn't in a century. The curse had broken.

The wound on her abdomen burned severely, though Isobel’s magic had stitched it up well that it stopped bleeding. But it would need another day of healing. The scythe had ripped directly into her gut, the stab literally taking her off her feet for a few minutes in that battle against the god of bones. Her hand wrapped around her wound protectively as she took a slow breath to ease herself against the back of the bed.

“The Moon Maiden has blessed us, and we will continue to strive for the light,” Aylin grinned despite her fevered expression of exhaustion and slow healing. “We will continue to do magnificent things. I cannot express my gratitude enough for safeguarding my heart, my dear Isobel, and for aiding them in this trepidation. And to know that this land will finally heal, it can return to the grace of the moon maiden’s glow; I am indebted to you.” It would take time for Reithwin to recover, but perhaps not all was lost. It may never be a town again, but she hoped to see nature take back what Shar tried to destroy.

The aasimar shook her head a little. “And yet, your course of action could have flown differently. What needed to be done could have been multiple different outlets; all with particular outlooks.” Still, she could not express how much she appreciated what he had done for her. She never believed she would be free to feel the air upon her skin and the glow of the moon’s light.

“It’s a curious notion. I imagine the undead nature might unnerve the young wolf; but hopefully the nature to protect will bond the two.” Ayling’s hand reached down from the side of the bed, to scratch behind Dread’s ear as if it was second nature. The information caused Aylin’s feathers to flick a little against her cheeks. “My darling has changed so much, even I can sense the death upon her. But it is not like Ketheric, her air of shadows feels more... natural,” Aylin whispered as she pushed her lips together. “Death has touched her indeed, it... is a day I rue.” That day haunted her thoughts.

How much had Isobel suffered without her? How long had she been without her? Aylin could not leave her side ever again, never. “She has been the faithful of Selune since the day I met her. Isobel doesn’t just have Selune’s favour, she is her chosen. I knew my mother would never abandon her.” A hint of bitterness lingered on her tongue, though, questioning. Aylin wondered if she had been abandoned. She still could feel her mother’s light, her hope, and a whisper of her voice. But a part of her feared that her mother had given up on her. She nodded her head though, agreeing with it. “Indeed, Morrow it is. We all need our rest.”

The steps caused Aylin’s wings to flutter as if excited to know her love would soon return. “She fought bravely, but tis truth; to fight against one’s own blood is a challenging path to take. I will be with her, this I can vow. Our souls are one. I can feel the turmoil. I cannot say I feel any remorse for what i have done; the man poisoned everything he touched after allowing such dark gods to taint his heart. But I feel for my darling, I would never wish for any family to kill another,” A brief knock came as the door open, and Isobel came in with Halsin behind her.

“Do you still need some help, Ameridan? Halsin’s here if you need him,” Isobel offered gently as she moved to his side and gently touched his shoulder.