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mrxcreepypasta1991 · 2 years

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For: @ask-toxic-the-yokai

New Muse!

Meet Nurse Dianna Damage!

Nurse Dianna Damage

Full Name: Dianna Crippler Damage

Alias:

• Dianna "D" Darling (Real Name)

• Nurse Damage (the most Famous Demolition Derby Name)

• Dianna the Killer Nurse

• The Diva of Deadly Medical Services

Species:

• Human (Formerly)

• Demon Clown

Age: Immortal

Gender: Female

Sex: Straight

Affiliation: Ladyclown Demolition Derby

Occupation:

• Demolition Derby Racer

• Doctor & Nurse (Both jobs)

Best Friends & Allies:

• Jackie the Clown (BFF)

• Miss Klaira (Bus Driver (Used to be), Teacher of Miss Klaira's Racing Skoool)

• Fiona McFlame (BFF)

• CCK (BFF)

• Aria Moterhouse

• Jasmine Charliechanga

• Billine

• Blind Spectra

• Ms. Liability

• Cigilert

• Perri Pushover

• Texi Faregame

• Filia Fishtail

• Hilda High Impact

• T-Bonnette

• Toca Taco

• Tiana Tailgate

• Tolia Pizzarami

• Sianna Superfly

• Countess Klownula (BFF)

• Giganormous (BFF)

• Jenny "The Harlequin" Ray

• "Eyeless" Penny Ray

• Cammi "Crazy Cannibal" Marie

Love Interest ❤: Jonathan Afton (Because she's a creepy stalker)

Weapon: Knives, Dangerous Needles, & Shock Treatments

Vehicle: Ambulance

About: Nurse Dianna Damage is a Demolition derby racer. She has a high and somewhat rough voice, and most of her dialouge are medical service-related threats.

Bio: Dianna "D" Darling used to be a normal paramedic back when she's alive, but her job is cut short after a horrible car crash, the siren of her ambulance became broken and she was prone accident. She died before she lost her job as a paramedic. Years later, in 2001, she came back to life as a demon clown with red eyes with black sclera now she's known as Dianna Crippler Damage, she lost her job Because of her damaged siren and her accident is very prone. But thanks to Miss Klaira, she turned her accident proneness into her greatest strength and she fixed her siren too. Nurse Dianna Damage is the hospital demolition derby racer who takes part in the demolition derby at the Ladyclown Demolition Derby. She is the doctor & nurse racer, bearing the number 666. Nurse Dianna Damage is one of the many demolition derby racers of whom mistaken Lianna Lightning and Carl Williams compete against after mistakenly entering the event. She is eliminated from the competition after Texi Faregame flies to her back, making her lose control and hit a wall. Nurse Dianna Damage makes her first speaking appearance in Miss Klaira's Racing Skoool, where she talks about the positive impact Miss Klaira has had on her life, it reveals that she lost her job due to her death, a broken siren and her being accident prone. However, with the help of Miss Klaira, she turned her accident proness into her greatest strength, and she helped her "fix" her siren. However, in reality, she was just making the sound with her mouth. Nurse Dianna Damage crushes the competition with the speed and agility of an emergency vehicle on high alert. She made a career of racing to the Hospital; now she sends her challengers there. She and Aria are Crazy Eight regulars and have a fan base on their own.

Quote: "Whee-doo! Whee-doo! Whee-doo! Whee-do! Whee-doo!" -Nurse Dianna Damage mimicing the amulance siren

Nurse Dianna Damage's Dialogue:

*Insane Giggles and Laughters*

1. "I'm gonna flatline ya!"

2. "Huh? Ambulance chaser!"

3. "I'm pulling a plug on you!"

4. "I'm calling the crash cops!"

5. "*Insane Giggling* I'm gonna do some surgery."

6. "You better have insurance!"

7. "You're about to have, an accident!"

8. "*Insane Laughter* You're asking for a shock treatment!"

9. "You want some free medical advice? BACK OFF!"

10. "I'm gonna take you to the Demolition morgue!"

11. "*She Growls* You want a trip to the boneyard, do ya?"

12. "Ha ha! Here's a hundred CC's of pain!"

13. "Emergency! Coming through!

14. "*Insane Laughter* Stop your begged and tagged, I love to do this."

15: "Clear! *Insane Laughter*"

16. "You're quarantined!" *Insane Laughter*

17. "Diagnois, whopped! *Insane Laughter*

18. "See you in a graveyard!" *Insane Laughter*

19. "Prognosis, fatal!" *Insane Giggling*

20. "I'm pronouncing you, beat!"

21. "You're on a trip to the Graveyard do you?"

22. "Vital sign's failing, W-We're losing him!"

23. "MVA with multiple fractures!"

24. "Patient is terminal!"

25. "Total old, it's the jumper cables!"

26. "Critical condition!!!"

27. "YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM US! *Insane Laughter*

Gallery:

Nurse Dianna's Ambulance

Type of Vehicle: Ladyclown Demolition Derby Ambulance

Racing Number: 666

Symbol: Red Skull and Crossbones

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years

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Title: Animal (14)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Plenty of Words, Slow Burn

Word Count: 4.9k

Note: I hope you guys enjoy this. By the way, Tumblr is on the BS and flagged every chapter because my old mood board had a portrayal of backshots. LMFAO!!!! So new mood board.

I censored my mood board, let’s see if it gets flagged. LOL

**Loosely edited/Proofread***

Thank you guys for reading!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT. ❤️ ❤️

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-Chadwick-

“It’s not Netflix and Chill. It’s not Netflix and Chill. She is the mother of your children. Show her you’re not just another sex-craved black man. You have depth. You have substance and standards. You’re not easy.”

He sat in his car in the traffic on the freeway looking at himself as he recited his lecture. He’d said this or something similar to himself quite a few times and each time he’d ended up doing the opposite. The club, the picnic by the lake, it was endless, especially when he’d wanted more from the picnic date. His thoughts went back to the first night he ever met you and how things were so effortless. You made him laugh, made him think and lit a flame that had long been dormant, even Simone hadn’t lit that spark. When the sun rose and he saw you beside him he knew he wanted to see you again. Then Barbados happened and now thanks to Barbados the two of you were joined forever—through lives you’d created.

He’d thought a lot over the last near three weeks and had spoken to his brother Kevin about things and he was grateful he and Kevin were so close. He’d given him some great advice and important insight, insight he needed from someone who really knew him away from the grind of Hollywood. He knew what he wanted, he just had to figure out how what he wanted fit into what you wanted.

Honks brought him back to reality and the fact that traffic was finally moving. He maneuvered the rest of the drive in a little over fifteen minutes. When he pulled onto your street, he drove to the end of the cul-de-sac where your house sat. It was a quaint modernly built two-story home that seemed to suit you. He parked in the driveway behind your car and sat there for a few moments and tried to gain some perspective and control over her nervousness.

By the time he rang your bell, he’d sat in your driveway for over five minutes and he’d barely been able to calm himself down. This was out of character for him, he was normally so self-assured, so mellow. When you opened the door the scent of brown sugar, cinnamon and gardenia hit him first. Then his eyes took in how your stomach had popped out.

“Hi.”

He looked up to your face and took in your wide smile, a smile he couldn’t help but mirror.

“Hi.

“What in the world is all of that?” You nodded to his filled arms.

“Uh, some of this and that.”

“Come in. I’m not one hundred percent sure my neighbors aren’t gossips who love to spy.” He snorted and walked through the door inside. Without being told he began kicking off his shoes, then he turned to you. Your smile was wider.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

He looked down to his feet where your eyes were.

“I’m a black man and know the importance of taking shoes off when you go inside someone’s home.”

You nodded and held up your thumbs and looked to his hands.

“Want me to take anything?” He angled his side out to you, the side where he held a bouquet of flowers.

“Those.” You smiled and took the bouquet and smelled them.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Of course.” The look you gave him was a concealed one. He bet with time and familiarity he would be able to decipher it, but right now it left him a little confused.

“Come, follow me to the kitchen.” You walked ahead and he trailed behind. His eyes roamed your figure, down the small of your back to the flare of your hips and down your legs. He was plenty acquainted with your curves without clothes, but in clothes, he liked even more.

When you got into the kitchen you placed the flowers on the counter and that was where he placed the items he carried. “Ready to tell me what all this is?”

“Well, every craving must be filled, so hot wings from this vegan southern place that is close to my house, they’re amazing. Ice-cream, a few different flavors, you looked like you could either be a vanilla, butterscotch, almond pistachio or cherry jubilee kind of woman so I brought them all. Also, no craving fulfillment is complete without those chocolate-covered strawberries. I called in a favor from someone I know over at Godiva and this is their largest order—seventy.”

Your eyes were as big as the full moon he knew was shining in the night sky.

“Oh, my goodness, Chad, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Oh, I know, I wanted to. It can’t be easy carrying a baby, let alone two and I wanted to show you that I care.” You flared your nose and pinched your lips, smiled and in a matter of seconds. the smile faded and turned into a frown before tears rolled down your cheeks. Confusion rushed through him and he just stood there unsure what to do.

“Uh—I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? Say something—”

“No, no. I’m sorry. I just—I don’t know what this is.”

You walked away, ripped off a piece of paper towel and dabbed at your eyes and sniffled. He was afraid to move; he didn’t know if he would do something else that set you off.

“I’m sorry. Oh my god, how embarrassing. We’re going to blame it on hormones. According to my doctor, I’m filled with enough for three women.”

You took a deep breath and released it then looked at him with a smile on your face as if nothing had happened.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure. Thank you for all of this. It’s very—sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh my god, Netflix is waiting.” You made a move to take some of what he brought but he stopped you.

“Just so you know, all of these are my favorites.” You brought the pints of ice cream to the freezer and put three in but held on to the pistachio almond.

“Seems like a good place to start.”

When the two of you got comfortable in the living room you scanned the TV for a movie while he opened the container of food.

“Sci-Fi good?”

“Oh, thank god, I thought you were going to put something on like The Notebook, or even The Best Man.”

You laughed, then narrowed your eyes at him.

“Look, just because I’m pregnant does not mean I want to watch some romantic tearjerker.”

“I see and I am relieved.”

You smiled at him and he skimmed your face. In the low lite and glow from the television, you looked good, happy.

“Speaking of pregnant, you look it.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“God no. no, no, no. not fat. Just the last time I saw you, I could barely tell. Now, you have a full-on belly.”

“First of all, calm down. Second, yeah. I’m told I should expect to get bigger, carrying twins is no joke. My doctor says I’ll probably gain seventy pounds.”

“Wow, seventy? I take it you’re not very happy with that.”

You put a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth and shrugged. “I’ve put it into perspective, even come to terms with the fact that I’ll be in maternity wear in a week or two. It even got me thinking about incorporating a maternity line.”

He chuckled. Every day you were growing even more pregnant and you were planning ways to increase your workload. Your determination and ambition were very attractive to him. He liked to know there was someone else like him, someone else just as hungry for success.

“More work, not less I see.”

“I have three and a halfish, four months to get it all out of my system.”

The opening credits began and again silence fell between the two of you. He tried to focus on the movie and not you, but your movements always caught his eye. You ate the hot wings without a thought that he was beside you. After a few wings, you took a few spoonfuls of ice cream, then repeated the action. You looked perfectly content and he was happy for it. he was happy that things weren’t awkward between you especially given the state of things and all that had transpired between you. This was a great relief and it also assured him that his recent decision had the potential to work.

The movie was not corny or low budget it was actually a well-done piece of science fiction and he enjoyed it. when the closing credits rolled you were sitting with your legs crossed in the couch, your hands nestled underneath the swell of your belly and your back leaned back which sent your breasts hoisted into the air. Unintentionally his eyes locked onto those breasts. They were bigger than he remembered, and he could see several veins protruding from underneath your mocha skin. Slowly his tongue darted across his lips wetting them, he was suddenly thirstier than ever. When he looked to your face your eyes were on him. He’d been caught. His immediate response was to apologize and avert his eyes, but he didn’t, instead, he held your gaze.

“Sianna—”

You reached out and took his hand and placed it on your stomach. As soon as he touched you he felt the flutters of kicks underneath his hand. Slowly his eyes widened as he looked at you, then they dropped to your belly.

“Oh my god. Is that?” You nodded.

“They’ve been very active today,” you said.

He got closer; he’d never felt this before. With his friend when his wife was pregnant, he’d felt her stomach once or twice, but it wasn’t like this. This was completely different. He had no relation to her child, who was now his goddaughter. Right here, he had a relation, and he felt a connection. Slowly he slid off the couch and settled in front of you and placed his other hand to join the first and he just kept them there feeling not only the kicks but the energy of the babies—his babies. They felt strong. He felt their light and it was bright. They were meant for great things.

A smile spread across his face, then he looked to you.

“How does it feel?”

“At first it was strange, now—I’m starting to like it. sometimes I’ll forget what’s going on and then out of nowhere I get a kick and I’m right back to reality.”

He smiled even more; he could picture you getting lost with work until they kicked.

“Seems like they’re showing some personality already. They want to constantly be thought of.” You smiled at him and nodded.

“They kick more when you talk. They must like your voice.”

His smile was wide, toothy and completely genuine. Your smile faltered and a look of confusion washed over you. He wanted to know all your looks, wanted to know you so well that he was never confused again about how you felt, or what you were thinking.

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” he began.

“About what?”

“About um—about this, the babies, you—us.”

He felt like he’d never spoken to a woman in his life.

“It was a lot to think over, and a lot to process and I couldn’t really—I’m sorry it took so long.”

“Eh, it’s fine. You’re right it’s a lot. You needed the right amount of time. It’s not something to just jump into without knowing just what you’re jumping into.”

He rubbed your belly again and got lost there.

“I would like to be involved. I know neither of us planned this, and we probably would have not chosen to enter this like this. I know you wanted to be more established with your career and maybe married, and I would have liked to have dated you first, showed you who I am and why we’re perfect for each other and things like that but here we are. Backward and out of order don’t mean this is something unwelcomed. I’ve always wanted kids, and I want to be there for these babies in any capacity you’ll allow. I want to be there for you.”

You bit your bottom lip and stared at him contemplatively. This look he kind of recognized, he’d seen it before, but it didn’t mean he knew what it meant.

“You’re so quiet, I’m trying so hard to read you, but I can’t and it’s driving me crazy. What do you want?”

“You.”

His eyebrows shot up again. He hadn’t expected that.

“I mean you to be involved. They are yours Chad, I didn’t make them alone and I don’t want to take you away from them. I don’t want them to not grow up having a father in their life. It hit me today that they may very well come out looking like you and it would be so meaningful for them to know they look like their father.”

He nodded and smiled small. It was a thought he just thought of. He could have a son that looked like him, or a daughter with his nose, or eyes. It gave him a lite feeling. He looked back to you and decided he wanted his daughter to look like you.

“We have to approach this right. You’re this huge star and I don’t want them to become tabloid fodder.”

“I get that Sianna, I don’t want that either. I want to protect them from that, protect you.”

The two of you stared again and spoke nonverbally. He wasn’t sure how the two of you were going to do this, but he knew he wanted a lot more than just being in the babies’ lives.

“Sianna.”

Taking a chance, he slipped the hem of your shirt above your navel and exposed your belly. He slowly caressed your skin and gawked at your beauty. It was something else to see you uncovered and nude, but to see you like this knowing you were carrying his children made him want you more than he’d ever wanted anything. He lowered his lips to your burgeoning belly and kissed your bump once, twice and a third.

He softly placed his forehead onto your belly and closed his eyes and tried to connect with the two lives inside you. Your hand touched his jaw and tipped his face to meet yours. You bit your bottom lip, uncrossed your legs and slid off the edge of the couch and down onto his lap. Your belly was pressed to him, but his eyes were glued to yours. He brought his hand to your cheek and softly grazed your skin. You closed your eyes and nuzzled your cheek in his palm.

“Chad.” It was a whisper, but it made his entire being rumble. His other hand gripped your hip and squeezed. “Sianna, I want to be involved with them, but I want to be in your life too, not just theirs. I want you to be in my life, not just as my children’s mother, but—more.”

He heard your gulp, but you didn’t move. Your eyes looked unsure but your hand on his shoulder didn’t seem unsure. It moved higher to his neck and back to his jaw where you toyed with his beard.

“What do you want? Do you want me involved, like really involved?”

“Yes, Chad.”

“Do you only want me in their lives? Do you want me in yours?”

You bit your bottom lip and he couldn’t anymore. He had to touch them. He quickly closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to yours. Neither of you moved, you just stayed there with your lips touching, it was as if you both were feeling it out. Your lips were the first to move against his and he reciprocated and softly kissed you. It began slow and exploratory but transitioned easily until the passion he’d always felt for you took over. He moaned onto your lips and you echoed the same moan as you latched your fingers behind his neck holding his head in place as you took over the kiss.

You began rocking back and forth on his lap and he couldn’t help but grab your ass and squeeze. You bit his bottom lip and pulled back and groaned. “Fuck.”

He smiled and made a move to kiss you again, but you pressed the tips of your fingers to his lips, stopping him.

“Chad wait. Mmm.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you think this is too much?”

“Too much?”

“Yeah, the babies, and whatever is happening here between us. Don’t you think we should focus on one of those and make the babies a priority?”

“Why can’t we do both?”

“What if we rock the boat and fall out again and it jeopardizes your relationship with them or our ability to effectively co-parent.”

He was hopeful before but with every word you spoke, that hope slowly faltered.

“So—so you don’t want me?”

You didn’t look like you knew what you wanted. As soon as he recognized that disappointment filled him. Maybe it was too late. Maybe he’d blown it.

“Chad—I just—I want to do the best for the babies. I don’t want to ruin things anymore.”

“What if we don’t ruin anything Sianna? What if we finally give in to everything we’ve wanted since the day we met in Jamaica?”

“It was sex--,” you began before he cut you off.

“It was never about the sex and I’m convinced you know that by now. You have to.”

He cupped your cheeks and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I do want you Chad.” He smiled and pulled you closer.

“Then let me have you, Sianna. Haven’t we wasted enough time?”

“Sometimes we have to give up what we want to do what’s right—what’s best,” you theorized.

He studied your face trying to figure out if you really meant that.

“You don’t really mean that Sianna.”

You looked down and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes closed and a few seconds later he felt the kicks of the babies against him. Neither of you moved for several long moments. When the kicks died down and all was silent and still again you sighed out.

“I do mean it. You should go.”

It was like a kick in the balls and a punch to the gut all at once. You lifted yourself off him and walked across the room leaving him to sit there for a little longer. After letting the words sink in, he stood and looked to you. Your back was turned to him as you stared out the window before you walked out of the room toward the front door. When he joined you in the foyer you had the door open. He nodded and walked out onto your front steps and stopped.

“Sianna.” He turned to face you resolved in the conviction he felt for what he was about to say.

“It doesn’t matter what happens between us. Nothing could ever come between me being there for them one hundred percent. Nothing could jeopardize my relationship with those babies, nothing.”

Once the words were out, he walked away to his car and pulled out without looking back to you standing on the porch. He was filled with so many emotions he didn’t know which to focus on. One thing was paramount, he was going to be a father.

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guardsbian · 4 years

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Fable and Archangel?

OOH this one's fun

Fable basically looks at Archangel and thinks both "oh my god, that's gonna be me one day" and "oh my god, I hope that's me one day." A successful butch author that's cool and handsome as fuck with a super loving wife(/spouse) and kids? The DREAM. Though, when it comes down to it, Fable sees more of Heart in Archangel and more of herself in Sianna. Which isn't a bad thing, it just means that Archangel is kind of hard to talk to. Fable's kind of intimidated by her, cause she's not really talked to her that much, and doesn't know that Archangel's general silence and sort of intimidating manner of speaking is mostly cause of her social anxiety. Fable would still like to get to know her more, though!

Meanwhile, Archangel's a fan of Fable too! She doesn't really see herself or her relationship in Fable, but she can kind of tell that Fable looks up to her. Which... Kind of makes her harder to talk to, unfortunately. Like there's some sort of invisible standard to live up to. Still, Fable (and Heart) definitely get invited to events at the Blinded Night Theatre, including its grand opening, all the time! The most Archangel really hopes for is that Fable knows she can stop by to talk or whatever anytime; it's just been something that's been difficult to communicate.

#thank you so much!! omg you're reminding me of the arts district intro I wanted to draw #Ask #everysinglepheel #Dire-vulture #Archangel #Drakefr #Fable

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dragon-huntress · 2 years

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Hey everyone: back and e-begging yet again!

I am having a really rough go of it lately. To keep a long story as short as possible, my roommate and I took in another roommate in February, which I was adamantly against. She had to leave her jobs to live with us, and came to us with no money, bank account, clothing, anything. My initial roomie(IR) and I were struggling to provide for ourselves let alone someone else and what little savings I had evaporated immediately. We got kicked out of the place we were staying (which was $1,200 a month for two rooms in a decently nice house, utilities included: impossible to find again in our area) because we took in this other person and now IR and I are staying in an RV in my mom’s driveway while new roomie is taking a spare room at IR’s brother’s place. My stepdad is trying to sell the RV out from under us, someone is coming to view it next Saturday, and we are scrambling to find somewhere else to live. I may have to leave the job I love to move out of state by myself and have no savings to speak of to support this. I just need help. I can’t do anything with the money I have. I have had to provide for myself and IR for the better part of the 3 1/2 yrs we’ve lived together. I need to get to a place where the only person I have to pay for is me but I need help to get there. If you can donate anything at all or share it would be appreciated more than anything.

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cuppydna · 3 years

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( A little bit of my writing )

Returning Home from his crusades with his brothers, Aox entered the shire. As one foot slipped past the threshold, one thousand souls were released from his core and given to the shire. All around him, ghostly smoke swirled and twisted away from him. The souls screamed their final breaths. The sound was pricing and it caused a shiver to run down Aox's spine. The shire shook, the walls popped and creaked as the house inhaled and finally exhaled with a calming relief. It's aura hummed in thanks to it's master for the gift.

Immediately, he took to the stairs and headed down the hall toward Sianna's bed chambers. Entering her room, it was empty, nonetheless he could smell her and the baby. It had only been a week since he was gone, however for the Nefarious triplets, it had been six very long years. Moving to the bathroom, he demanded to be cleansed and so for the next hour he sat in the shower, washing himself of the smells of Core City and wars.

He was calm. He seemed taller. It seemed as if he was a whole new being. He was different and Sianna hadn't yet been the wiser. Wondering where she was, he turned off the water and left the bathroom. As the water fell off his muscular and well toned body, he realized that his physical appearance had changed. His chiseled abs and defined bod causes him to smirk. "Well now." He said to himself. "Who ever said I couldn't grow up?" He teased himself. His voice was steady and haunting, when he spoke, the sound waves tingled even his ears.

Looking up from himself took his breath away. Sianna stood there with her hands on her belly and a scowl on her face. Oh she was angry. It had been an entire week of not being next to her demon. Not being able to feel his hands on her or feel his tender kiss on her flesh. Her silvery eyes told her true feelings though, she was happy he was home, thrilled. She was beyond relieved that he had not gotten himself killed doing Goddess knows what with his thieving brothers. Thieving because they took the only thing she wanted, Aox. The bull-headed love of her life.

His onyx hued gaze fixated into Sianna's eyes. "Sianna Elmarie DarkShadow, become my wife now and forever." He took a step closer to her, speaking before she could get a word out. "Let the masses bask in our eternal love stench." He took another step closer to her. "Be by my side while I take this world and claim it for the Unholy Kingdom." He said to her, his words spilled from his mouth with such passion never before heard from him. His voice, tri-toned with his deep raspy desire for her. He proposed to her. He wanted to give her himself and the world. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Kill for her, die for her, live for her. He waited there, knelt before her. Taking his hands together, he opened them and revealed a small red box.

Opening it, he presented her with a simple pure silver engagement ring. "This ring I offer is but the first, a band of skulls you have crushed to the earth. A symbolic meaning to these silver heads, that means one day we will be wed." A poetic gesture. "I have killed my father. My brothers and myself, we took over many kingdoms, homes and landscapes. We enslaved and built an army and all I could think about was you. I am home for good."

#writing #fantasy #books #literature #love #author #sneak peek #dark fantasy #original characters

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eslamiibrahim · 5 years

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Silence speaks louder than words🍹 . . . . . . . . . #dahab #sianna #sina #redsea #egypt #myegypt #thisisegypt #arab #sea #mountains #jeep #climbing #hello #hi #world #instaphoto #southsinai #sinai ##مصر #دهب #سيناء #جنوب_سيناء #مرحبا #cairokee #qoutes #silence #nature #mood #winter #model (at Dahab) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6OcnZygvr5/?igshid=1wip27drnitnx

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sapphire-rays00 · 2 years

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Why Bojack Horseman is Such an Important Show and What it Means to Me

Bojack Horseman is an insanely popular show that tackles difficult topics such as depression, addiction, death, dementia, and learning how to process and deal with trauma. I watched this show as it was releasing in the mid to late 2010s and into early 2020 when I was an impressionable teenager who had yet to fully understand the effect that harmful and traumatic events have on a person. After my recent breakup and my current attempts to understand myself as an adult woman, I thought it would be beneficial to revisit the show after going through therapy and with a better understanding of relationships and adult concepts in general. Bojack Horseman is an absolutely beautiful show that provides striking commentary on the world we live in, what it means to try to be a good person, and the struggle and journey to find oneself.

The early seasons of Bojack Horseman are more light hearted and truly express the concept of a dramedy. The jokes are hilarious, the situations are ridiculous, but everything that happens is real for the characters and that’s what sets it apart from being another Simpsons or Family Guy. Everything the characters have done are referenced by other characters, the plot, and the setting (think the “Hollywoob” sign). At the end of season one Bojack asks Diane if she thinks he’s a good person “deep down” and later in season two, Diane finally answers him indirectly. She asks Bojack if he remembers what he asked her at the end of season one and when Bojack says he does, Diane says “I don’t think there is a “deep down.” I think your actions make up who you are.” This explanation about what it means to be a good person really struck a chord with me and I couldn’t really agree with it more. It’s so easy to talk about how you want to be a good person and that you want to do good things but unless you follow up on that intent, those words are just hollow statements that don’t mean anything.

In my personal life, I’ve struggled to understand the concept of people really being a representation of their actions and I find that I’m always wanting to help or fix people. The issue with this is at the end of it all, people can’t change as a result of other people, other people can influence you but the decisions you make are ultimately your own. If you learn something about society or yourself through someone else, you’ll never actually make the connection between problematic behaviors or events that you didn’t enjoy. The only way for you to realize something is through your own eyes and it isn’t until you want to make the change that change will happen. Bojack finally realizes this in the final episodes of the series and it takes him almost dying and an uncomfortable conversation with Diane to finally move on and embrace his actions as part of himself.

It’s human nature to reject any part of you that isn’t good, but not all people are 100% good. Everyone has their own faults and everyone’s done something they aren’t proud of. What I’ve found, and what Bojack comes to find as well, is that if you want to be a good person, you’ll try to be and one day your positive actions might outweigh the bad things you’ve done. However, until you’re able to look at yourself in the mirror and accept the bad things about yourself as part of yourself, you’ll be forever chasing imaginary happiness.

The concept of figuring out who you are is expressed through Diane and Mr. Peanut Butter. The show begins with the two in a relationship, one where Mr. Peanut Butter is clearly happy but Diane seems to constantly question what her purpose is and never actually seems happy. Truthfully, this relationship felt a lot like the one I had with my most recent ex-boyfriend. At the end of the show, a while after Diane and Mr. Peanut Butter had divorced, Mr. Peanut Butter notes that he’s always known how to be an “us,” or in a relationship, but never learned how to be himself outside of a relationship. As a woman who was last single in 2015 and is now attempting to figure out her adult self, I know exactly what he means.

Since the show aired, I’ve been able to see almost an exact version of myself in Diane, except I’m not Vietnamese or straight. What connected me to Diane is the fact that she’s a writer and endured a relationship she thought was amazing and unproblematic but eventually realizes that she’s not happy. Not because Mr. Peanut Butter is a bad person, it’s evident that he loves and cares for every woman he’s with, but their personalities just don’t connect completely and they express their affection for one another in different ways that just aren’t compatible. What I learned from my own experience and what was cemented by Bojack Horseman for me is the fact that a relationship can’t be based solely on love, you have to take everything into account. As much as it hurts and as badly as we might want to allow ourselves to be comfortable, being comfortable isn’t always fulfilling.

Until I was twenty-two, I didn’t completely understand the phrase “you can’t love someone else if you don’t love yourself.” Bojack is an astounding representation of this fact as he hates himself so the elements of his personality that he hates he sees in other people and makes them feel bad about themselves. By not addressing what you hate about yourself, you internalize those feelings and when someone acts like themselves around you and you witness a portion of you that you hate, you want to tear them down. You don’t really want to tear them down but since you can’t accept yourself for who you are, how can you accept someone with similar traits?

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pansexual-princes-s-moved · 7 years

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I don't wanna remake but I kinda can't see like half of the shit I wanna see bc I'm still a minor and it's fucking STUPID I HATE Tumblr mobile

#hey Tumblr your stupid fucking content thing is BULLSHIT #MORE THAN HALF OF THE SHIT THAT MIGHT BE SENSITIVE ISNT #WHY DID YOU EVEN FUCKING ENABLE IT #TUMBLR SUCKS #I HATE THIS SO MUCH #sianna speaks

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vknopik · 6 years

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Happy Thanksgiving! 😘 We're spending this weekend road tripping to spend time with family and enjoying some downtime. I'm so grateful for these moments ... Lots of laughter and time together is what it's all about. ♥️ 📸: @adjustafresh 🍁Wearing some of my @kiragraceyoga faves. Speaking of @kiragraceyoga ... Check out their #gratitude gift set! ♥️ Your exclusive, one-of-a-kind Gratitude Gift Set includes a KiraGrace goodie box packed with beautiful, pamper-yourself essentials + 8 yoga digital downloads. Yours FREE with a $200 purchase. ♥️ KiraGrace Goodie Box packed with the Women Empowering Women Tee, Empower Essential Oil Fragrance*, DoTerra Deep Blue Rub, Golden Milk sample*, KiraGrace bonus item, and more! ♥️ PLUS! 8 Yoga Digital Downloads: ➡️Ignite Your Practice Yoga Program from Desiree Rumbaugh ➡️20% Off Tint's Unlimited Membership ➡️Holiday Cookbook from Kathryn Budig ➡️Grace Meditation from Elena Brower ➡️Brahmari Through the Chakras from Ana Forrest ➡️Mythic Yoga Flow Body Temple Prayer from Sianna Sherman ➡️Short & Sweet Flow from Christina Sell ➡️Formula X Program from Jessica Gouthro ➡️Ayurveda for the Doshas from Yoga Medicine https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqidu6zABJ1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u1n5nfqz64h1

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meditativeyoga · 7 years

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The Mudra You Need to Find Your Deep Soul Glow

Join us this month in a mindful expedition of the symbolism of yoga exercise mudras. Master teacher Sianna Sherman takes us step by step through Padma Mudra (Lotus Seal). Desire to include more significance to your method? Enroll in Sianna's encouraging Goddess Yoga online course.

Why Practice Padma Mudra?

Padma implies lotus and this mudra appears like a lotus blossom blossoming open. Padma Mudra assists you to bear in mind the very significance of your innermost Self is love, brilliance, and bliss. The siren Lakshmi is the shakti of internal spiritual abundance, elegance, wealth, great lot of money, love, as well as all auspiciousness. Just as Lakshmi was substantiated of the churning of the sea over hundreds of years, spirit elegance arises over time, with patience as well as technique. I'm not speaking about the shallow elegance that attracts the ego but instead what I call the "deep heart glow" of the Self. Exercise this mudra whenever you feel gotten in your heart energy as well as you wish to bear in mind your natural charm as well as wholeness.

Step 1

Bring your hands gently to Anjali Mudra in front of the heart center.

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Slowly unfurl your hands like a lotus flower thriving open. Maintain the base of the hands together, in addition to the thumbs and little fingers. Allow the index, middle, and also third finger to delicately open up. I likewise call this mudra "chalice mudra," due to the fact that the hands create the shape of a chalice. And also in Lakshmi techniques, we consume alcohol from the chalice of the heart.

Lotus Pose with Lotus Mudra

Take a comfy meditation seat, adding a covering or boost for elevation if your reduced back rounds or you feel tight in the hips or knees. If Padmasana (Lotus Pose) is easily available to you, bring your right foot in first adhered to by your left. Otherwise, being in Siddhasana (Adept's Posture) with your right heel near your perineum as well as your left heel in front of your right ankle joint. Bring your hands softly to Anjali Mudra before the heart center. Slowly unfurl your hands right into Padma Mudra. Delicately stare down into the opening of your hands and chant Lakshmi's bija rule Shrim 3 times, first with gratitude for your life, second with gratitude for your liked ones, and third with thankfulness for the difficulties in life that help you expand. Repeat Padmasana or Siddhasana with Padma Mudra on your 2nd side, bringing the left foot in first.

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remedialmassage · 7 years

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Justin Michael Williams's 90-Minute Yoga Playlist to Kick-Start Your Dreams

Yogi-turned-pop artist Justin Michael Williams talks to YJ about the making of his new album Metamorphosis, his support for the LGBTQ community, and meditation as the "express elevator" to his dreams. Plus, he curated a practice playlist to speak to your soul and kick-start your dreams.

Growing up in the small town of Pittsburg, California, Justin Michael Williams dreamed of being a singer. And in the last year, he's realized his dream and transitioned from the yoga mat to the stage. He's now traveling the nation with his band, as a Pop artist. We chatted with Justin about making iTunes Top 20 Pop Album Debut, spreading awareness of the LGBTQ community, and the meditation practice he does before going on stage. Not only did he create a 90-minute yoga playlist for us on Spotify (download the software to listen to all our playlists), he is also offering YogaJournal.com readers a free download of his meditation class (get it here).

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Q & A with Justin Michael Williams

Yoga Journal: How did you get into music? Justin Michael Williams: Four years ago my grandmother, who I was super close to got diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. The doctors had told her she only had a couple months to live. When I flew home to be with her, she stopped me and asked if you were in my shoes and you knew you were going to die in 2 months, what would you do? Right away I said I would stop everything and record an album. That’s what really kick-started me into really going for it and pursuing music in a real way.

YJ: How do you get inspired to write music? JMW: I write best when things are really going on in my life. Writing is very therapeutic for me and I tend to write when things are pulling on my emotions. My outlet for letting go of and releasing the negative things, the sacrifices and the hardships we go through in life tends to be through my music.

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YJ: How did you feel when your album made the iTunes Top 20 Pop Album Debut?JMW: I was in my hotel room at Yoga Journal LIVE Estes Park when I found out. I was doing a show with Sadi Nardini and I couldn’t sleep all night because it was my album release. I woke up at 4 am and saw that my name was sandwiched between Britney Spears and Meghan Trainer. I took a moment and cried a little bit to my grandma and realized I did it! When I made that promise to her I didn’t know how I was going to do that. I just said I was going to make an album and not only did I make an album but I did it successfully and independently.

YJ: Tell us about the process of making your album. What was your favorite part about making Metamorphosis and did you go through any challenges making the album?JMW: I wrote every song on the album with some amazing co-writers that really helped me learn what it really took to write an album that comes from an authentic place. Each song on the album is me letting go of the things that held me back and the stories that I told myself about why I wasn’t good enough to be a singer. This album is so personal and if you listen to it you will know me.

YJ: Do you have any rituals you do before going on stage?JMW: I have a pretty strong meditation and yoga practice I do before I go on stage. I always light palo santo to bring in creative energy for me. I also do a meditation and breath practice that helps me to align my energies and give everything to the audience.

YJ: What’s your favorite song to perform?JMW: My favorite song to perform is my hit single Here with Me. That’s the song that I wrote about my grandmother and turned out to be the first single from the album. I pretend I’m singing to her and there’s an emotional connection to it every time I sing it.

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YJ: Are there any specific places or events that you want to perform at?JMW: Yes! I want to perform on the Grammy Awards, that’s my dream! If I could perform at the Staples Center in Los Angeles and the Grammy Awards, I will know that everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be.

YJ: Are you working on anything special right now?JMW: I just finished a new music video for pride month. It’s all dedicated to the LGBTQ movement, and it’s a special song called The Divas' Medley.

YJ: How do you spread awareness about the LGBTQ community and what does it mean to you?JMW: For me pride month is really about acceptance and about celebrating the diversity that we have in our world and the strong history that the LGBTQ community has. I hope that when people look back at me in 20 or 30 years, they’ll see the legacy that I’ve left and that I’ve actually left a mark for this community as well. It’s really about making sure that we’re standing up for who we are and for what we believe in, sharing our voices loud and proud and being our authentic selves.

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YJ: How long have you been practicing yoga? JMW: Last month was actually my 10-year anniversary of when I first started practicing yoga. My most important practice of all is my meditation practice. My meditation practice is really what keeps me on the express elevator towards my dreams.

YJ: How did you get into yoga?JMW: I started when I was in college because I had some severe body image issues and yoga really helped me to be strong and proud of who I was. At first it was a physical practice but then it transformed into a spiritual, emotional and mental practice.

YJ: Who are the yoga teachers who inspire you?JMW: My three favorite teachers are Sianna Sherman, Cristi Christensen, and Sadie Nardini. Sianna helps me ground into the deep spirit of the practice of yoga. Cristi helps me to be confident, free and accept all of myself. Sadie is a constant reminder for me to be authentic and rock who I am. My meditation teacher, Lorin Roche, is also one of my favorites.

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Justin Michael Williams's 90-Minute Yoga Playlist

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