#slate pixie

[circusk]

does anyone remember when jorgen married a pixie??? thought it was silly so i doodled it

[soyashi3173]

Yahoo mes petits dangos! 😚

ça fait un petit moment que je n'ai plus rien posté et je m'en excuse. J'avoue m'être plus focalisé sur mon travail ainsi que mon activité dans le cosplay dernièrement... MAIS! ça ne veux pas dire que je n'ai rien fait depuis... juste pas eu le temps de poster, hu hu 😏

Après ce ne sont pas des dessins grandioses car, je n'avais pas non plus trop le temps pour me poser chez moi au calme pour faire des choses énormes et propres... mais, ça ne saurait tardé! J'ai quelques projets en cours et je cherche aussi à m'améliorer en même temps (surtout à la tablette numérique). Et en attendant, je vais vous poster quelques gribouillages des derniers mois...

Notamment des dessins que je laissais sur l'ardoise de mon collègue de bureau pour égayer son retour au bureau 😉

Et on commence par ces trois dessins, dans l'ordre vous retrouverez :

* Ma mascotte principale Pixie

* Une de mes mascottes secondaires Ribon

* Une autre de mes mascottes secondaires Akai

* Ma version chibi pour Halloween

Sur ce, je vous dis au prochain post pour d'autres dessins (que ce soit à l'ardoise ou pas), en attendant que je progresse sur certains projets, hé hé 💖

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Ivan: What’re y’pullin’ a face for now? Oscar: I’m not! Ivan: Go on, say it. Oscar: I ain’t saying shit, geez. Ivan: Y’think it’s borin’. Oscar: No-.. it’s a bit plain, is all. Ivan: I like plain. Oscar: I know. Ivan: I wouldn’t have t’do shit ‘cause it’s been done up like a clean slate n’ all, y’know? I can’t be arsed-… Oscar: I get it, Ivan-.. you don’t have to sell me on it, it’ll be great. Ivan: D’you reckon I should make an offer? Oscar: Duh, don’t piss around. … Ivan: What d’you two think? Jude: I like it. Pixie: Me too! Ivan: Y’wouldn’t mind the box room, would ya? Jude: Nope! Oscar: What about yo-.. where the hell has he gone now? Ivan: Over the road. Oscar: Kid’s like a stray cat, I swear-.. pisses off whenever he wants n’ comes back when he’s hungry. Ivan: [snorts] Let’s find the realtor. [dad sigh]

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Four: Glance

Beep. Beep. Beep.

For such a small phone the volume is very powerful. You jolted awake and looked at the time: 6:15AM. You wanted to give yourself more than enough time to get ready for your first day.

As you yawn and stretch your limbs, you spot a tea mug at your nightstand again. Chamomile. 

Why does Levi keep sneaking in your room, and why do you not wake up when he enters? 

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the questions in your head. You take a sip of the tea, immediately feeling the calming relief of the flavor.

Your morning shower was just as glorious as it was yesterday. The warm water hitting your skin helps your body wake up as your thoughts wander to what your first day will be like.

Will your coworkers like you?

Will Levi be harsh on you? 

You picked out one of the outfits Levi bought you yesterday - black pixie pants with the patent black pointed-toe heels, paired with a flattering white blouse. 

You kept your makeup and hair simple: half up, half down for your hair and light makeup. 

Vanilla, your favorite scent, floods your nostrils as you spray your favorite perfume on your skin. 

In the mirror, you stare at yourself. You’re proud of how far you’ve come, how you took a leap of faith and accepted this job.

You look down at your phone for the time: 7:15AM.

With your tote bag over your shoulder, you make your way downstairs with your tea.

Levi is dressed in a freshly pressed black suit with a slate grey necktie that matches his eyes. He peers up through his hair to look at you before sitting up. 

You were half expecting him to say something about your outfit, but that’s wishful thinking. 

“Good morning.” You offer a smile. “Thank you again for the tea.”

Levi nodded as he stood up slowly, grabbing your cup from your hand. “We’re gonna stop for coffee on the way in. I promised Hange’s blind ass I would get them some.” 

“Hange…?” You tilt your head.

“She’s the VP for Ackerman Inc. You can’t miss her, she’s tall with a voice that only a mother could love.”

“Got it.” You nod. “I’m ready when you are.” 

You browsed the menu of the coffee shop quickly, picking out an iced latte you wanted to try. 

You pull out your card to pay, when that familiar hand grabs your wrist again. 

“Why is your wallet out?” Levi handed the cashier his card. 

“It’s the least I could do -“

“Listen to me.” Levi pulled you aside, his voice in a deeper tone. “When you’re with me, I better not see that damn card in your hands. Do you understand?”

“It’s just a coffee, I don’t see why-“

“You pay for nothing when you’re with me.” Levi’s eyes are staring into yours, and for the first time you feel like he’s looking into your soul. 

You don’t want to be his charity case. He’s already letting you live at his home, he bought you new outfits, and he provides food. The last thing you want is him thinking you need him to survive.

“I don’t like having to owe anyone anything.”

“When did I say you owe me?” Levi looks at you again. “That’s a question.”

“You didn’t, but-“

“Okay then.” Levi clears his throat. “So you understand, correct?” 

You nod, too lost in his concrete eyes to argue. 

Stop it. He’s your boss.

_____________________________________

At 8 AM on the dot, Levi pulls into the parking garage for valet. You see other people, assuringly his associates, walking in as well. They all look so put together - not a hair out of place. 

You spot Petra, the receptionist from the other day.

“Good morning!” She sings your name, jogging up to you. “First day right?”

“Yeah.” You nod, grabbing the tray of coffees. You weren’t gonna let Levi hold these. This is the CEO we’re talking about.

“You’ll do great.” She puts her hand on your shoulder. “Good morning Mr. Ackerman!” 

“Morning.” Levi says flatly as he catches up to you. 

“Are you excited about the investors coming today?”

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘excited’.” Levi sips his tea. 

“Short stuffffffffff!” You hear someone yell from the other side of the parking garage. “Do you have my coffee?!”

“It’s right here, four eyes.” This man has a way with nicknames. 

“Oh you got a cute assistant!” Hange offered their hand. “My name is Hange Zoe, VP of Ackerman Inc. Nice to meet you! I hope this runt doesn’t run you out of here.” 

“Hange.” Levi stared at their face. “I don’t run any assistants out.”

“Sureeeeee.” Hange winked, grabbing the coffee from the tray. “Thanks for the coffee! See you at the investors meeting!”

______________________

Levi brings you to the 4th floor where his office as well as your desk will be. You pass some friendly faces, some not so much. 

“This is your desk. My office is right there.” He points to the left of your desk. You nod as you set your bag and coffee down, careful not to let any of the liquid spill on the desk.

“Your company laptop is in the drawer,” Levi added. “I already had it set up for you, you should have access to everything.”

“Okay.” You nod as you slide the drawer open and spot the brand new MacBook. 

“Don’t say anything, I didn’t pick the brand.” Levi started walking to his office. You watched his back muscles move underneath his suit. His broad shoulders are almost begging for your touch.

No. 

Absolutely not.

_______________________

The investors meeting is as boring as anything, but it’s interesting watching Levi in a business atmosphere. He’s cold to them, not very much of a schmoozer. That’s more of Hange’s job. 

You also meet Levi’s right hand man, Erwin Smith. He’s tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, definitely a man that any woman would drool over. He compliments Levi so well, where Levi is abrasive, Erwin is soft. 

You’re typing notes as they speak, being careful not to miss anything Levi says. As you type, you feel a pair of eyes boring into you.

When you look up, it’s Levi that’s burning a hole in your skin. He looks away quickly once you catch him, a slight shade of red gracing his cheeks. 

Levi Ackerman? THE Levi Ackerman is blushing?

“I’m glad we could make a deal, gentlemen.” Erwin stands up, shaking the investors hands. 

“We believe in Ackerman Inc.” One of the men says. “You guys are a great team.”

You close your laptop gently, walking to Levi’s side. You’re not sure how to act since you caught him staring at you, but you must remain professional. 

“Send me those notes ASAP.” Levi didn’t look up from his phone. His eyebrow furrowed at the text on his screen.

You nod, pushing the door open to the hallway. For once, Levi doesn’t stop you and open the door for you. He stays in the conference room with his eyes glued to his phone.

At your desk, numerous associates come up to you.

“Welcome to hell!” A long haired man said.

“Eren, give her a break!” The blonde chimed in. “Hi, I’m Armin. This is Erin and Mikasa.” 

You turn to the other two, noticing Mikasa has similar attributes to Levi. They have similar eyes and hair, you take note.

“We heard you’re Mr. Ackerman’s new assistant.” Eren leans on your desk. “Good luck.”

“Eren.” Mikasa hits his arm lightly. “Levi isn’t that bad.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your cousin.” Eren rolled his eyes.

Makes sense. 

“Get back to work.” Levi’s voice boomed in the office. Eren, Armin, and Mikasa dispersed to their desks. You press ‘send’ to email the notes to Levi.

You watch him walk right past your desk to his office, not even taking a glance at you. 

Why was he acting like this now? Does he think you’re doing a bad job? Does he regret hiring you?

You try to go on with your work day as best you can, trying to let the negative thoughts evaporate into the air.

[indianariesolive]

My Unpopular(ish) opinions/takes on Legacy of the Gods series by Rina Kent

Contains spoilers ⚠️

Starting off strong, let me just get this off my chest, I really dislike God of Malice. This is mainly due to the insufferable MCs; Killian & Glyndon.

First of all, I found Killian really difficult to empathize with. Sure, what his dad said about regretting having him sucks but that's no excuse to be an a$$hole. I'm sure that if a mid/ugly guy with no money & prestige did the same things he'd done when first meeting Glyndon (iykyk) they'd be mercilessly ripped apart by the fandom. Also that one line in his POV when he said that the main reason why he chose to be a med student was because that gave him a free pass to poke & prod into people's innards & watch them squirm in agony 🤢

Coming to the 2nd part, Glyndon. As a protagonist she was such a blank slate. Killian at least had personality! (A bad one but he had one nonetheless). Same can't be said about Glyndon with her wimpiness coupled with an absurd inferiority complex (despite being talented & surrounded by a powerful & loving family & friends) as well as her lack of a deep connection with her friend group. On a more serious note, I despise the absolute double standards with which she views Killian & her brother Landon. Both are clinically diagnosed psychopaths but she has none of the grace & understanding for her own brother but readily excuses her boyfriend's behavior even though both of them are the same person, different font. 🙄

Moving on to the 2nd book, God of Pain is one of my favorites in the series but not without its fair share of drawbacks. Even though Annika appeared to be a manic pixie dream girl at the beginning she grew on me as chapter by chapter, her POVs revealed her to be more complex & headstrong, contrasting the whimsical image she's perceived as (both by her love interest, the MMC Creighton as well as the other characters like her friends & family). She's a sweet, soft girl with a dormant badass side that can get dangerous when provoked & that's precisely what Creighton had to learn through the hard way.

Getting to the gist of my main problem, I really hated the way everyone treated Annika after the you-know-what. I mean, what else was she supposed to do, watch her beloved brother get murdered by the love of her life? Everyone cut her off 'cause 'she hurt Cray-Cray who's like our brother'. Well, SHE HAD TO DO THAT TO SAVE HER OWN BROTHER, YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBASSES!!!! Y'all brains weren't braining here. Also, that scene near the end where there's this huge confrontation Creighton has with Adrian Volkov & Annika with her quick thinking just snatches a guard's gun, negotiates & diffuses the situation without bloodshed was just chef's kiss. 😌

Also, everyone gushes over Lia & Yan's friendship but Yan's bond with Annika, how he plays the role of the fun uncle while Adrian glares & has to rein them in as the level-headed dad. 🥺

That brings me to this sidenote: Glyndon could take a page out of Annika's book & learn a lesson: How to Love Your Brother & Stand Up for Yourself.

Regarding Jeremy & Cecily, I don't have any major complaints. I like how Cecily put Jeremy in his place & made him grovel for disrespecting her with his trust issues. Putting his mommy issues aside, Jeremy was overall a good character for a dark romance. He's got the hot biker thing going.

Moving on to Landon & Mia. I have nothing against Mia per se. She's pretty cool. I only hated how the author ruined her bond with her twin Maya. Also, I'm kind of ashamed to say that I wasn't the biggest fan of Landon at first but then going through his POVs made me realize that I'd been bought into the anti-Lan propaganda by Glyndon. He actually cares for his siblings, unlike Killian. He just has an unconventional way of showing it. Plus there wasn't a huge power-gap/imbalance between him & Mia so that's another point in his favour.

Last but not the least, God of Fury featuring Nikolai & Brandon has got to be among my top favorites. I only dislike the unnecessary mud-slinging with the irrelevant ex Clara. Everything else was perfection. I never expected Nikolai to be such an adorable & funny character. Also something I find really funny was that both in this book as well as in her POV, Glyndon claimed to be the one closest to Brandon. The way she described her dynamic with her brothers was, "Bran & I are a team against Lan." And not only did Brandon shut her down in a gentle yet firm tone, also her dense arse never noticed anything wrong with Brandon like!?!?! Landon was the one who'd picked on Brandon's tendency to hide & repress his emotions & stuff, and he was the one who'd tried to help Brandon open up, even if his attempt was unsuccessful. So much for her being the one on the same team lol.

[pastelwitchling]

I have a question to pose to the queer community;

(Keep in mind, I'm straight, but I'm also a writer, and I like to think of myself as a good one. Feel free to disagree with anything I say, this is all only based on what I've seen and read.)

I've realized lately that there is a criminally short list of good sapphic stories, and not just in traditional publishing either. I will say that I DNFed Written in the Stars, and I've not seen the best reviews for Delilah Green Doesn't Care, and it just got me thinking that I don't know of any sapphic story that's been on the level of Red, White & Royal Blue or something.

I also read a review for Written in the Stars that said something along the lines of, "The only reason I didn't DNF this was because it was a sapphic story not about coming out, and I really need that." It kind of broke my heart a little bit, not going to lie. Now, I've had ideas for sapphic stories, one of which I'm currently working on, but it hit me that there really aren't many sapphic stories that are on the radar like RWRB or Heartstoppers. Now, I'm not saying there isn't a double standard for sapphic stories -- as I think writing interesting and likable women is trickier than writing interesting and likable men, because women have historically followed a "formula," in which we're written like:

One of the guys (not like other girls)

Manic pixie dream girl

Emotionless assassin (I love Throne of Glass, don't come for me, but you know what I mean), and now:

the adorkable quirky girl

and it's all we get now. Women are one of these four, and that's it. My favorite female characters in books are the unique ones, the ones I have not seen a million times. Writing unique women now, and I say this as a writer, is difficult because you have to be careful not to force these female characters into one of these boxes which we have so often been forced into. It's just the facts of storytelling; female characters take more work to make likable because, historically speaking, female characters are written more to pander to audiences and be blank slates than to be anything like real people that would exist in their world. In order to keep people happy, the female characters have to be totally inoffensive, and the only way to do that is follow whatever archetype is popular at the time. What happens then? All female characters end up coming out the exact same until readers get sick of it. We don't have to like it, but at some point we have to acknowledge it if we're to get more badass and unique female characters (like; Evangeline Fox from OUaBH, Kazi from Dance of Thieves, or Avery Kylie Grambs from The Inheritance Games). I think that's why it does get a little discouraging to read sapphic stories that are popular and find them so... lacking. And all because of the characters. This has been my own personal viewpoint.

So I guess my question is: have you guys also noticed the lack of good and exciting sapphic stories? Or, perhaps, the way people are more likely to settle for any sapphic story, even when it's poorly-done? Personally, I just have not found a single sapphic story so far that does not have: a) poor characters, b) a weak plot, or c) less effort put in than I've found in so many male love stories. And this is often by sapphic writers, and I just don't get it. I go into these books wanting to like them, but that's not a good enough reason for me to actually enjoy a book without any depth.

What are your thoughts on this? Do you also feel like sapphic couples get the short end of the stick? Why do you think that is?

[animentality]

I started playing as a Tav and switched to Durge before I even finished the game bc the story felt… incomplete? Shallow? Like, every companion is intricately tied to the story and has good reasons for being there! Every companion feels like they could be the main character! Except Tav, who is a total nobody blank slate who comes in and saves the day because they’re supposed to be a stand in for your D&D blorbo.

But Durge feels like they belong in the story in a way Tav doesn’t. Durge feels like the actual main character of the game, meant to lead the other companions. Whereas Tav felt like a stray dog they picked up on the side of the road for all they bring to the game.

The ONLY reasons I could justify someone picking Tav over Durge is if they legitimately cannot handle gore, like it’s a trigger, in which case fair enough I guess. Or they wanna project their D&D oc’s background onto Tav, in which case they’re definitely playing manic pixie dream girl and should admit that with their whole chest.

I don't actually care that much how others play the game, I just resent the way the Dark Urge and ALL the origins get cucked out of meaningful development because of the game's slavish devotion to catering to player interests.

The game is entirely dedicated to your customizable character, but you can't write a real story when you DON'T KNOW what a person might choose to do, and instead of focusing on one or two meaningful developments, they instead split into 1000 different small, useless dialogue changes to account for a fucking rock you tripped on in act 1 that has to be referenced all the way to act 3.

I have played the game far more than most people, backwards and forwards, and I can see this issue.

Others can't, because they played the game once, were satisfied, and then dropped it.

All it takes is a couple of playthroughs to see the holes and tears in the story, which were unavoidable, because they stretched out the story too far, until it was close to tearing apart.

So. I don't necessarily care how you want to play the game. I just resent the game, for how it churlishly throws situations at you to react to, rather than having an organic story that, in exchange for removing SOME of your freedom, actually unfolds and tells itself.

[paperandsong]

Le Follet d’Ep-Nell

From Légendes rustiques, illustrated by Maurice Sand, written by George Sand, 1858

Original French at Project Gutenberg

English translation:

Beneath the stone of Ep-Nell, a bad kind of follet is curled up. A follet with a tail: the worst of all. Instead of tending to the horses and walking them, they frighten the horses, mistreat them and wear them out.

Maurice SAND

Georgeon was the devil of the part of Berry called the Black Valley. I say was, because he is very much forgotten today and one would have to go back to the memory of old men, thirty years dead, to fish out from that river of oblivion - which passes so quickly today - the mysterious name that was never to be written, “not on paper, nor on wood, nor on slate, nor on any stone, nor on cloth, nor on earth, nor on dust or sand, nor even on snow fallen from the sky.” This terrible name, which presided over the most effective and most secret formulas, was only to be entrusted to the ears of the practitioners of sorcery, and telling them more than three times was not allowed. If they forgot, too bad for them. One had to pay to hear it again. 

This name was, under no circumstances, to be revealed to non-believers and must never be spoken aloud, except in the darkness of night and in complete solitude. The one who confided it to me had surprised himself and did not believe it. However, he regretted telling me and came back to beg me not to repeat it. “I had bad dreams last night,” he said. “Three times my window opened wide without anyone but myself having entered my room.”

What was Georgeon's rank and title in the hierarchy of evil spirits? That's what I could never find out. It was he who had to be called out to at crossroads, or under certain old trees of ill repute, to make the mysterious spirit appear. Did he have his own power over certain things in nature, or was he only an intermediary messenger between hell and its followers? I would believe it: a man named Georgeon had once been taken to Montgivray by the devil. It is perhaps the work of this evil soul to lead other souls to perdition.

Georgeon was semi-invisible, in the sense that he only appeared on moonless nights or through thick fog. One saw a human form larger than life; but the dress, the features, the details of this form always remained elusive, or so vague that it was impossible to remember him or to recognize him, even by voice, even after various encounters with him. Each time he had to be called by name, it had to be said: “Is it you with whom I spoke on this or that night and in such and such a place?” And if he didn't answer “It's me,” you had to be on guard and tell him nothing about what had happened during any previous encounters with the devil, either because Georgeon hid his identity to test the discretion and prudence of his followers, or that the peasant pushes prudence to the point of distrusting the devil, even after having turned himself over to him.

It is certain, at the very least, that the peasant claims to be as cunning as Satan and that in every country there are marvellous legends full of malice attributed to good guys who know how to fool the demon and catch him in his own traps. Among the best, we must cite that of the fairy-lover reported by the author of La Normandie merveilleuse, which has all the grace of rural language. The fairy fell in love with a beautiful country woman. Every evening, while she was spinning thread by the fire, he would come and sit on a stool at the other corner of the fireplace. The woman, having noticed his presence and his covetous looks, informed her husband, who put on her clothes, took her place and her distaff, and pretending to spin, waited for the pixie. The fairy arrives, looks askance at the strange spinner and says to her: “Where is that beauty, that beautiful woman from yesterday evening, who spins, spins, and is spinning still, because you, you turn, turn, and yet you don’t spin?” The husband makes no reply and waits until the fairy sits down on the stool from which he used to devour the housewife with his eyes, and where a red hot cake pan[10]  had been treacherously placed. So the fairy sits down and, indeed, outrageously burns its tail, and utters a loud cry, saying: 

“Who has committed this wicked wickedness against me? Is it that beauty, that beautiful woman who is always around?” 

“No,” replies the husband. “It is I, myself, who never spins!” 

The exasperated fairy flies up the chimney to call his companions who were cavorting about on the roof. 

“What are you shouting, shouting about?” they say.

“I am burning, burning!”

 “And who burned you, burned you?” 

“It is me, myself, the one who never spins.”[11] 

This answer seemed so stupid to the other fairies, rude spirits that they were,  that the beautiful spinner's husband heard them laugh like mad, booing, fooling around and driving away the poor lover, which made the husband very happy, for he had been afraid of drawing the whole band of pixies against him, and never again did his wife's lover dare to come to his house again.

This Norman legend has a kind of counterpart in Berry, or rather, it is the same legend with variations that capture the local spirit.

Here the follet or fadet, the story does not say precisely what type of cunning spirit, did not have love on his mind. Just like a Berrichon Devil, he thought only of enraging the spinner, who did not spin linen on her spindle but rather spun wool on her wheel, and, instead of gazing upon her with tender eyes, he maliciously tangled and broke her strands, so that while she was mending them, he was able to slip into the arche (the bread box) and steal the cakes that the housewife had saved for her children. 

Having noticed this trick, the good woman pretended to know nothing and, bending down, she subtly picked up the fine end of this character's long tail, tied it to a strand of her wool and began to twirl it, twirl it on her spinning wheel, as if it were a skein.

The fadet didn't notice it right away, busy wallowing in the cheesecake. But when the spinning wheel had rolled five or six lengths of tail, he very much felt it and began to shout: “My tail, my tail!” The spinner ignored him, and, still spinning, began to sing: “Pelotte, pelotte, ma roulotte!” with such a good voice and making so much noise with her wheel, that the other devils, trapped on the roof, did not hear the moaning and cursing of their comrade, who was forced to surrender, and to swear by the name of the Big Devil from Hell that he would never set foot in her house again.

According to some versions, the pixie who enjoys tangling up a spinner’s threads is a female spirit, a bad fairy. In my childhood, I heard an old woman say on such an occasion, “The jouillarde got into it!” and she made a cross in her hand to ward off and chase away the diablesse.

What elsewhere is called the goblin, the fairy, the pixie, the farfadet, the kobbold, the orco, the elf, the troll, etc., etc., in Berry, is most often called the follet (wisps). There are good ones and bad ones. There are those who groom the horses in the stable - all farmhands hear their whips and the call of their tongues; and there are those who gallop the horses in the pasture at night, and who braid horses’ manes to make themselves stirrups (since they are too small to stand on the animal's rump and always ride on the neck); they are are quite good little children and run away when approached by men. Their malice consists of causing death or miscarriage to the mares who allow them to cut their mane whenever they please, to braid and knot for their own use. The favourite mounts of the follet are called chevaux bouclés (shaggy horses), and in the old days they were esteemed as the best and most fierce. The groomed follet mares were sought after at fairs as good broodmares.

This follet of the stables still exists among us in the belief of many people. All peasants forty years of age, who have devoted themselves to raising horses, have seen them and swear to it with a candour impossible to doubt. They have never been afraid of them, knowing that they are not mean. They all describe it the same way. He is as big as a small rooster and he has a bright red crest. His eyes are of fire, his body is that of a fairly well-made little man, except that he has claws instead of nails. The tail varies; according to some it is made of feathers, according to others it is an inordinately long rat's tail, which he uses, like a whip, to make his horse run.

In the north of France, some of these nains (dwarfs) are very wicked and take pleasure in leading travellers astray. In La Marche, around the dolmens, all spirits are dangerous and hostile to man because they are in charge of guarding the treasures hidden under the large stones. Woe to the curious and especially to the ambitious who prowl around these monuments at night, where the eternal mystery of tradition reigns. They jump on horses’ necks, knock the rider to the ground and beat him up. However, we can protect ourselves from them in several ways, when we have been bold enough to study - at all risks - their habits and fancies. In general, they are not intelligent and speak the human language with difficulty. Like those of Normandy and like the korrigans of Brittany, they have the mania or rather, the infirmity, of repeating the same word twice, without being able to reach three, or if they exceed this number by doubling it, they can't say it a seventh time.

A treasure hunter, who saw a dwarf jump in front of him, dragging him into a magnetic circle and repeatedly saying to him in a sharp little voice: “Turn, turn,” stopped him short by answering him: “I turn, I return and I turn away.” The dwarf did not understand, and, thinking that this was a formula beyond his knowledge, let go of the man, jumped on the stone and made it dance so hard and turn so quickly that fire came out of it. The man dared not approach it, but he was able to draw back without being followed. Only the dwarf had given him such a spinning motion, making him waltz with him around the devilish stone, that he returned home, still spinning on himself like a spinning top, and went to collapse from fatigue at the door of his house.

George SAND

[circusk]

cooked or cooking ??

[officialfoxsquadron]

12. Are there any clichés or tropes that you actively avoid in your fics?13. What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you?

12. Are there any clichés or tropes that you actively avoid in your fics?

As a Scholar of Luke Skywalker and Star Wars related media, there is a lot I could say here. I try to avoid Luke being a blank slate, while also realizing he's supposed to be a blank slate. I also try and avoid him becoming too overpowered too quickly. I've spoken about the infantilization of Luke, which is something I try and avoid.

I engage with a lot of sexist tropes (Mary Sue, red-headed Lolita assassins, ice women, femme fatales, manic pixie dream girls...) but I try and do it really consciously with the intent to explore them and give characters full, complex lives beyond the tropes they occupy within the narrative.

Star Wars has unfortunately relied on racist tropes and stereotypes in the past-something I avoid in my writing. (I'm not perfect and very very open to constructive feedback! But the GFFA is for everyone and there have been pretty egregious examples of this throughout Star Wars history.)

As far as fanfiction tropes...I love so many of them but I think I am just..too gloomy of a person to write something purely fluffy and lighthearted. (Coffeeshop AUs, university AUs, etc.) I LOVE reading them do not get me wrong. But I am nothing if not dramatic and pretentious, esp about my silly fanfiction, so I am very very bad at it.

13. What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you?

Besides writing anything lighthearted and joyful? Getting canon characters right is really hard and I think I succeed...maybe 40% of the time. (I'm in awe of how you write Han and Leia, OP.) Finding the balance between Star Wars and my own worldbuilding. Finding the right childlike, Star Wars-y tone while also adding more mature layers. SO MUCH.

[miyos-multiverse-express]

[Picture ID: The Pixie Plate - a bright pink slate of rock.]

*loud internal screaming*

[mossyflowers]

For the character thing. Cipher. :3

Oh boy time for me to say a bunch of stuff that I came up with!!!

Favorite thing- he's just some guy, he's got so much going on and nothing at all at the same time. He can be everything, he could be nothing. He's soooo fun to mess with

Least favorite thing- hard to pick something considering he's a blank slate character but uuuh, probably all the scars that I'm eventually going to have to figure out the placements of? I need to make a proper ref at some point

Favorite line- he's a silent protagonist, doesn't talk 😔 I could grab a line from the fic I wrote but also I don't feel like going through all of it rn.

BrOTP- PJ!!!! PJ my boy!!!!! They're friends and he's a little guy, fully grown attack dog and smart puppy vibes with these 2

OTP- Pixy, yeah. I'm not saying anything.

NOTP- can't really think of anything for this one? Anyone from his old squad I guess, since they were a lot closer to a found family than anything else.

Random headcanon- Cipher's sense of taste is messed up due to him crashing at some point and some shrapnel messing up his nose pretty badly! He can still taste a bit, but texture is a lot more important to him. Also why he hates rum so much due to the burn </3

Unpopular opinion- I don't think I'm deep enough into the fandom to really know if this is unpopular or not, and also this is technically just another headcanon, but I like to think that all the people trying to kill Cipher and calling him a demon didn't actually bother him that much? It was less of "Oh everyone wants me dead" that got to him and more "oh everyone is looking at me to save them, this wasn't supposed to happen."

Song associate with them- I HAVE SO MANY. The main ones are either Leviathan by Dirt Poor Robins for all the Demon Lord stuff (it reminds me a lot of Razgriz tbh!) Or One More Time With Feeling by Regina Spektor! I like the second one specifically because it has the vibes of "you're still alive, keep going, it'll get better eventually" which is something I really tried to lean into for The Pidgeon and the Falcon. Other than that I do really like Diapason from the AC0 soundtrack, the mission it plays on makes me tear up every time I swear

Favorite picture of them- I grabbed this from the wiki. Look at them

[dinrelsanddragons]

To explain how Lambda has her current intelligence and wisdom ability scores (respectively 9 and 10) and can still spit smart or wise things:

Her wisdom is still even with the average person, and her intelligence is only barely under that. She makes up for these things with the fact that the brunt of the time, she is a dumb-ass-brick, evening out the wise/intelligent actions or statements. Examples under the cut.

Lambda-isms in her D&D verse: – Asked a wish of a reality-bending dhampir child. That wish was for a doll of her pops, Raithyon, according to a reference drawing she had just made for that purpose. (Okay in the context of the scene, she couldn't get anything big due to limitations in the girl's power, but she still sidetracked a critical conversation about the girls' powers for that.) – Jumped overboard the ship she was on, to help what looked like a dying sea humanoid (turned out to be a cursed merfolk), had to Dimension Door back to the ship to escape a grapple and further attacks by this creature's allies. Received DM inspiration, despite party members and allies telling her never to do that again. – Talked with her mouth full during a dinner with a powerful evil undersea archfey (basically if The Little Mermaid's Ursula seized control of the merfolk civilization and was an archfey.) Thankfully received no punishment for this as the archfey didn't care to harm an ally of her precious adopted hexblood daughter; Lambda even received DM inspiration. – Met a pixie (outside of combat, who was friendly) who tried to polymorph the rogue into 'something cute.' Proceeded to hastily draw a cat, hold up the picture, and point at herself in order to get polymorphed. Willingly failed the save and spent the next few minutes nuzzling and purring on the party, until the pixie passed out, drunk. – Saw someone threatening a crowd of villagers in order to get information on her, heard one villager volunteer information on where she was, proceeded to heal that villager's otherwise fatal wound which he was dealt for talking out of turn, and then revealed herself (by dropping Greater Invisibility) to the villain and yelled "PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!" This villain turned out to be her psychotic older sister. – Pantsed a dead vampire who moments ago had tried to drink her dry, to see if he had 'bits.'

Lambda-isms in Discord RPs: – Insisted so hard on getting into a very secret and private meeting, that she specifically was barred from due to the extreme likelihood of fucking it up, that in order to get past the guards at the door to this meeting, she put them to sleep with magic. She was then the key in getting both parties to agree. – Altered, by her own hand, a contract negotiated between her father Raithyon and King Jacinto of Hyrule (over at reginalucem) just so she could have it in writing that, in exchange for the Blackscales' services to Hyrule, she could shake Jacinto's hand (in addition to their other payment(s).) – Stole Zelda's Shiekah Slate in an Age of Calamity verse without any clue of what it was or how it functioned, simply because she heard her pops and auntie talking about how much it might sell for. – Saw a kirin, yelled excitedly, ran over, and hugged it. Additionally, when it became apparent that this kirin was intelligent and trying to communicate by drawing in the dirt with a hoof, Lambda was the only one (out of her, Raithyon, and Sekkala) capable of correctly interpreting what Sekkala described as "a worm that did an unholy mix of the lambada and a seizure and then exploded." – Accidentally discovered she could 'revivify' the recent dead, by proceeding to try to heal someone who had received a fatal wound even after their heart stopped beating. Exhausted herself in doing so and as a result, and passed out. – Frequently goes behind whatever authority applies in her situation in order to arrange things better. Princess Lambda AU example: "There are strong monsters that need handled and Cousin Jacinto's thinking of mobilizing the royal guard to do it? I'll tell Uncle Raithyon!" – Will love on her family without restraint regardless of how serious the present situation is, so long as she is physically able to. – Another Princess Lambda AU example: Became pen pals with Raven Alloway, who in that AU led a group of criminals called the Sablefangs. Every one of the Sablefangs had a reason to hate Hyrule and distrust its royalty... Except Lambda, after meeting her.

[1rakus]

I think as far as manic pixie dream girls being blank slates for male characters to project onto/look good next to, blue sort of fits this criteria? It's a very post 2000s version of it where by necessity, ganseys love interest needs to be poorer/less privileged in order for him to be at all likable. Would blue still be characterized as fiery, political, etc if she didn't have to be coupled w gansey? I don't think so

okay okay i see

[makeupthereel]

i am made of pixie dust

i understand why people hate the bus. i don’t mind the bus. it’s nice out today. clear blue sky and sunshine. 56 degrees. it’s cold enough to make my hands tingle in the presence of warmth. i dyed my hair again. pastel pink with bits of blond. i’ll catch a break soon. clean slate here i am. make room for the winter time i wish i was snow. i wish it was snowing i mean. either way it works. i wish the weather was always like this. I’m distracted. Just kinda writing mindlessly. my day was nice. the weather put me in a good mood. it was an easy day. i get to be home. i think i’ll decorate the tree. maybe watch a movie. do a little more work. i’m gonna have a calm evening. i’ve been feeling pretty magical lately. like i have glitter in my bloodstream or something. discard the old make room for the new. i promise everything will be alright. i’ll keep you posted.

xo, j

[jesski]

It's a chronological balancing act to note some things conversely. From the previous post, I will give adaptively that I don't like to err a negative disposition, and that there is always a marginal scathe of doubt in things that condone matters of emotions and heartfelt expression.

There are some things about me that I'd hasten to value as a "selling point", moreover, that these attributes or trivial faucets are parts of me that OTHERS might explore because I presume my confidence 😉

On the note of hair, braids, and tares,

I was reared with long hair, and it is my preference on a partner. Short lived, however, I spent most of my years preferring a short haircut, most times even down to a pixie chop, but have been giving a real attempt at letting it grow without obstructions, and am therefore, very sensitive about the matter of others touching my sweeties silky ropes.

I'd been considering scouting out a professional and begging for a day out, my treat to them, because it seems like a viable option to make the most with them;

On the matter of trust, they had mentioned some major life changes at the Super Bowl when I was invited to watch the game with them. I've been doting my time towards that since then, because it's a matter of mine to be doing that. I think they've misunderstood it, and I really hate being taken for granted.

Sobriety isn't a thing to underestimate, especially when it is a challenge for and from a loved one. Don't get me wrong, I can drink with the best of them, but my sweetheart had mentioned that they want to put an honest attempt into their life they have some visions of, and that is what I support.

I'm not likely to be a sponsor for anyone. I hate just as much that when people congregate with their vices (and it isn't related to my field of work and studies) ; people commonly leave me out. I fit the persona that is more apt to share or accept certain invitations openly, and if I am not in agreeance with something, I'll be the first to let you know about it.

Back to the tangent and frilly: There have been a few outright distasteful hints and poor quip messages AGAINST my wishes by my loved one, and a lot of it contradicts what their wishes and expressions that they've shared with me is.

So anyways, I was sitting there with them in a stance of blank time that they had openly regetted to their ex-whom-has-been-engaged .... to Someon Else ; that although ^I'm standing right their, their earlier fuck was appropriately good enough; and then while someone else unrelated to this scenario had walked by, my sweetie complimented their hair-braids and openly slated how they have no woman to braid their hair.

It's been a good half a year now that I'd profused a liking to this person who is busy fucking me off instead of a round of social outings or "singles life".

Quotially, it is not within my typical ways of being, nor my religion / spiritual beliefs that I adhere to, to speak poorly about someone in mostly any situation; because it defaults character simply by the premise. I'm also not the type of person who is unrectifyable in my actual readings and intimate degrogrigations of somebody after they've shown out their character front to parade around with their problems and mental insecurities that come about like a health crises.

With an acute interest in pursuing several options on the medical field, it's BEST to keep in mind that I'm not the person to fuck like this around width about 👌.