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libidinous-weeb · 1 year ago

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i like this! soooo basically u mean….

lucifer: stereotypical cultists/satanists

mammon: the church of scientology/megachurches

levi: people who are fans of the occult/own a ouija board but have never used it and know everything there is to know about ghost stories/cryptids/spend time on horror subreddits

satan: people who believe in historic religions that are seen as occult but aren’t actually and are entertwined with culture and history. like faeworshippers/gaelic religions, egyptian pantheon worshippers, etc.

asmo: modern day witches/new age religions like the crystal/rock based one

beel: the top 1% who throw wild and crazy parties every weekend where only the richest are invited and they aren’t allowed to discuss what happens there but the answer is anything and everything you can think of

belphie: those weird methhead goth kids that claim to be satanists just because it’s edgy and have ‘cultist’ gatherings that are just hanging out at the local mall and buying shit from hot topic

diavolo: serious actual modern day satanists that do believe in satan, like the kind where if you know too much and squeal on them you disappear in an ‘accident’

barbatos: the illuminati/cults that just exist as a “conspiracy theory” until you find out they’re real

The MC Meeting the Brothers' (+Dia & Barbs) Cults

So like. Imagine the Brother's Fanclubs + Witchy Requests. That's this.

Contents: Satanic themes, demon stuff, witchy inspirations

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Lucifer

Lucifer's cults take this shit SERIOUSLY. They're not just fooling around with the occult, they live and breathe it.

I'm talking dark robes, goats heads, bonfires, animal blood, ritual dances- You know. The works.

Definitely the sort of occultists who gatekeep other occultists. They want the world to think of THEM, the followers of the mighty Lucifer, as THE quintessential demonic cult to model all others after. He (and by that they mean they) deserves no less.

Oh yes, they are a very prideful and obnoxious bunch... Completely void of self-awareness too. Try to point out how arrogant they're being and they'll call you crazy.

Lucifer openly despises most of them and possesses a quiet distain for the rest. He doesn't think they're nearly as competent and useful as they claim to be and would rather they simply butt out of his affairs.

He doesn't visit them much nor allow them to summon him unless it is a world-ending emergency (so never). A former past leader thought he was beyond those rules and paid for his hubris with his spine...

Lucifer will do all in his power to convince MC that his cult isn't even worth visiting. They'll annoy them to death... And even if they do go, the self-absorbed members won't exactly roll out the red carpet.

Just take down any names of the most irritating ones and Lucifer will take care of it. The dungeon rats could use some company.

Mammon

Mammon's cult kind of feels like a mix between a tech startup and Gambler's Anonymous at times. Money is the goal, babes. Everybody there is some kind of slave to the grind and they hustle like the goddamn NFL.

Funny enough, it usually isn't the already rich and successful who find themselves in Mammon's orbit, but those who are close to, if not in, poverty and looking to turn things around.... in less than stellar ways.

What I'm saying is, most are either casino regulars, scam artists, or buy into crypto.

That said, unlike most of his brothers, Mammon actually has a pretty deep soft spot for his followers. He puts on the "callous demon" act when he's brought out, but generally, he never cruel to them. He may even throw in an extra bit of help for free if he sees someone is struggling.

When they first met the MC, they really went out of their way to be sure MC was safe, pampered, and satisfied. This was Mammon's favorite human, after all! He talks about them constantly...

It's pretty humorous because most of them already know what kind of food MC likes, what their sense of style is, their favorite colors, and the like from just listening to Mammon's rambles. Or because he'll send one of them to fetch him some kind of present when he's visiting.

Admittedly, they're all kinda scummy and insufferable at times. But endearing in the same way Mammon can be so hanging out with them can still be a good time. MC just have to keep an eye on their wallet.

Leviathan

Levi's cult feels like a bunch of teens who read a creepypasta once, tested it out as a joke but found out it was all real. Thankfully, instead of being horrified, they were actually psyched!

They kind of take to devil worship with a DnD-like enthusiasm. They all have code names like, "Grimshadow" or "Evergloom," each owns a black cloak that they MUST wear to all meetings, and they all have incredibly embellished and extensive backstories for their "darkside" personas. Levi is very proud of their commitment to it all.

That being said, they do take to their found family, counterculture thing with a good dash of humor. They once all attended their local aquarium in full robes and linked hands around the jellyfish tank for shits and giggles.

Levi's followers rarely summon him, but he stays in regular contact with the group through chatrooms and messengers. They love to report on the fun "campaigns" they're building on or when they pull some kind of silly stunt to scare the normies.

When MC visits them, they've long since built up this prince/ss persona for them and treat them like the defacto second-in-command. (Partially because they know Levi would flip out if they upset MC in any way).

If MC enjoys a bit of LARPing, they're the most dedicated group they'll ever find! If they're not willing to play act royalty for a few hours...? Steer clear.

Satan

Satan has a ton of cults so they come in all shapes, sizes, and flavors. MC will certainly find one for them!

... The catch is that very few of them actually have a good idea of who Satan really is. It's pretty common to mistake him for Lucifer still, to the point that some cults use their names interchangeably, and THOSE cults better not try contact him personally.

If MC manages to uncover more updated following of Satan's, they'll feel like they walked into a "National Treasure"-style bookclub. These guys are looking for the secrets of the universe, never mind anything else.

Meeting with Satan's inner circle usually feature the search, collection, curation of old esoteric tomes or lost artifacts from the distant realms. The majority of the participants are scholars, academics, and the odd cooky conspiracy theorist who just happened to be right.

Also. Cats. Soooo many cats... The cultists are VERY aware of Satan's volatile temper, so they take pains to keep as many cats present as they can whenever they summon him. Their meeting house is just full of them...

Satan's cult gives MC the real VIP treatment because NO ONE wants to the one to tell the Avatar of Wrath that they disrespected his loved one... If MC were walking barefoot, they'd be laying pillows beneath their every step. The only things treated better are the clubhouse cats.

Asmodeus

Asmo's cult is basically one big family. Very enmeshed and a lot of history, but also soooo fascinating to be around.

If MC wanted to keep track of every person in Asmo's following, they would have to make a chart that could expand the length of an entire wall and, in some cases, go back generations if not centuries.

Followers of Asmo have historically ranged everywhere from sex workers to concubines and even members of the aristocracy looking increase their social capital. Being under his cult provided protection and refuge for the most derided of society, no matter orientation or background. A good portion of his modern following are actually members who've been grandfatherd in from parents or siblings who have joined.

And, of course, Asmo maintains a very close and personal relationship with almost all of them. He's always invited to attend baby showers, weddings, graduations, birthdays, what have you and he makes it to a good deal of them, even if only for a few minutes.

Because of its sheer size and unorthodox structure, Asmo's following almost seems like a "cult" in the loosest sense. They have rituals, spells, and meetings but it all looks SO much different than the others. Get-togthers among the adults are practically just parties and maybe you summon some succubi with goat's blood and glitter glue.

Asmo's cult can be kinda catty, but generally very supportive and they LOVE having MC around. Big gossips with a lot of questions. If they love a party, then they can't go wrong!

Beelzebub

Beel's cult takes self-indulgence to a whole new level. These guys LOVE their vices and find a little demonic touch is the best way to keep the indulgence going.

Belphegor

It's amazing that for such a sweet demon, his cult is some of the scummiest people on the planet. We're talking riding yachts on your mega-yacht levels of excess. "Too much of a good thing" taken to the extreme.

The thing is, as long as you have the money to feed Beel then he's really agreeable and kind. So wealthy assholes take advantage of his generosity all the time...

That said, don't feel too bad for Beel just yet because they ARE scumbags, but Beel is in charge and he has his limits.

One old billionaire kept summoning him during his fangol matches. The guy's maids found his nightrobe ripped to shreds and bite marks in the furniture.

Another one made a passing insult about Mammon and Beel came home to give his brother the lady's jewelry... after he washed them off, of course.

He discourages MC from meeting them even harder than Lucifer, and if they insist, he'll go with them and loom over their shoulder like a round-the-clock bodyguard. He doesn't need to tell his followers to treat MC nicely... he'll make them.

Absolutely those edgy kids who dress in all black and SAY that yeah, they've totally met Belphegor. But they really haven't, and it shows.

Remember, Belphie is on the blacklist so most witches who say they've met him are fucking liars. However, that doesn't stop novice covens searching for a little respect from claiming they're in good with the guy.

Since the group doesn't really know what Belphegor is about, they most just use their little club as an excuse to grief others and claim undue superiority. They pull a lot of pranks though, so they at least have some parts right.

Belphie has a vague awareness of their existence, but couldn't be bothered to contact them or set the record straight. What's it matter to him if a bunch of humans want to make a fool of themselves? He doesn't care that much about his reputation.

If MC were actually summon Belphegor themselves in front of them, the entire group would shit their pants immediately then cry and beg for forgiveness. Again, Belphie doesn't care, but he likes toying with fools so he'd play the part of the "Angry Master" long enough to make them run for their lives.

Needless to say, if MC wants there to be no Belphie-cult, no more Belphie cult there will be.

Diavolo

Actually a very small group since it's not super widespread that the Demon King is out of commission. But those who are there are a real who's-who of the witching world.

Dia doesn't actually interact with his cult very much, despite their combined influence, because he finds them very off-putting. Most of them are just "yes men" or social climbers wanting to get in good with royal bloodline, so he doesn't put much stock in what they do or say.

If he does contact them, it's for his "Bring Harmony" plans and they do come in handy as envoys in the human realm. He keeps the interactions brief though.

Several of his number have attempted to get into contact with MC before, but Solomon usually wards them off for much the same reason Dia does. They all just want something from them, so why let them bother his sweet little apprentice?

Those who slip through the cracks get shut down immediately by an impromptu visit from the friendly neighborhood sorcerer who seems to have some of charm in place for just such occasion. It's pretty confusing for MC to watch Solomon drag some big politican out of the house by the scruff of the neck, but it's probably better that they just don't ask and move on.

Barbatos

An even smaller group than Dia's and even more secretive. You basically have to be invited in by Barb's himself so a new member gets added every half century or so...

Nobody is quite sure what spurs Barbs to select someone into his cult... Maybe they make a good first impression when summoning him or he sees that they're important for the future? Sometimes, he'll even induct complete normal humans who weren't even witches to start with so it's anybody's guess.

Due to its small size and, frankly, years of even centuries worth of distance between members there's a lot less meetings and more just doing what Barbs says.

For instance, he may instruct a member to bury a particular message on a hill to then tell a different member to go find 60 years later... Or he'll have another member set into motion a chain of events that won't actually be felt for decades to come.

The cult members don't know about MC unless Barbs NEEDS them to know about MC. He keeps a lot in the dark. If they do, he takes pains to stress that he admires MC quite a bit and to not upset them...

When Barbatos tells you not to do something, you don't fucking do it, so they are VERY kind to MC. Just in that "I feel like there's a gun to my head"- kind of way...

#this is just as an occult enthusiast #not meant to be taken seriously nor to be a serious reflection of any religions in any way #just based on vibes not trying to make any statements or implications here #minus the church of scientology. fuck those guys.

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thatyamiguy-blog · 2 years ago

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Voo doo poo poo (Ben 10)

Life back in Bellwood after the summer that Gwen and Ben had had was somewhat boring at time, but while Gwen was good with embracing the boring having had enough craziness to last a life time, Ben was restless. This lead to prank after prank and abusing his alien powers(but never enough to get him full on busted, though Gwen and Gramps knew what he was up to) and lead Gwen to feeling like Ben needed to be taken down a peg but knowing it would have to involve some crazy magic and she just didn't have it in her to arse with it. But fate has a way of making things happen even if you weren't trying to sometimes and Gwen would learn this hours after having some harmless fun.

it started with the cousins going to the mall together, originally told to stick together by they're parents the pair had had enough of each others company and split up almost right away after being dropped off. They didn't even really need the ride, it was in walking distance but Ben had become a tad bit lazy and had begged and whined for said ride despite the fact the doofus was likely gonna walk more around the mall then he would of going TO the mall. In any case Ben headed for the arcade while Gwen looked over the new niche shops that popped up from time to time and was surprised to see a magic based one had opened up called the witches lair. 'Heh, Now how much of this is REAL magic and how much of it is bull?' Gwen wondered, walking inside. the lights were dimmed and the wall's painted a base black with silver spider webs added for decor, and the shelf's were stacked with what Gwen expected more or less, bull crap passing itself off as real magic. Still she was polite and made small talk with a couple of goth wanna be witches who were going on about how they were reincarnation's of Salem witches and the like and generally was friendly. 'Not every Tennyson under the age of 17 has to be a brat.' She thought with a small smirk and stopped by a voodoo doll collection. "See anything you like?" Came a voice that was almost, but not quite familiar from behind and Gwen turned around. it was a girl about her height with blond hair and wearing shades despite the dim light of the shop and a pair of black jeans and a black top. Her name tag identified her as Sabrina but again there was just something about the girl that stuck out in Gwen's mind. "Oh, just browsing. Uh, you know, if these really work it's be kinda dangerous to sell them." Gwen said, and bite her tongue, she hadn't meant to insult the clerk. "Heh, not a believer huh?" Sabrina asked, looking amused. "I uh..I'm sorry I didn't mea-" Gwen started to say, but was cut off. "it's alright. you're not the first and i doubt you'll be the last. but for the record if those dolls did work, then I would of made sure they could only be used for humiliating things..nothing fatal or likely to land the target in the er. Basically if you go to kill the dolly all of the effects are undone" She said and then with a giggle added. "After all, the resulting lawsuit's would be a nightmare! I might practice black magic but Lawyers are the real evil." That got a snort and a giggle out Gwen. "Well what kind of humiliation are you talking about?" Gwen said, oddly interested in it and looking over the selection again..Pausing as she found one doll that was almost a spiting image of Ben! "Ah, the bratty cousin model.. It can be mod'ed to look more like the intended target but I find that works find as is. and to answer your question, we have a array of outfits and add-on that work in junction with the doll...if you believe in that sort of stuff." Sabrina said and winked. "Belief IS a big part of magic after all." The more Gwen turned the doll around in her hand, the more she found herself wanting to buy it. Of course it wouldn't really work, she was sure of it but it would be a great way to relive from frustration out on dolly Ben and leave the real one alone. the doll even had a outfit on like Ben wore, but it was a popular style around kids they're age so she brushed it off. "yeah.. So what kinda add-on's do you have? and how much for the doll?" Gwen asked. "well all kinds, I can show you them and you'll have to buy what you want..but since I sense a young witch in the making with you..I'll let you have the doll for free." Sabrina said. "Can you do that? I don't want you to get fired or anything." Gwen asked. "oh, don't sweat it. my Uncle owns the shop. he won't fire family."

Ben growled as for the fifth time in a row his selected fighting in the super street mash up 3000 game was tossed around and basically beaten like the red headed step child, much to the delight of the 6 year old controlling the other character. "How the heck do i keep losing to a toddler!" Ben whined, shifting around a lot as he was already on his third soda and had mentally pledged to not take a bathroom break till this brat was put in his place. "Well first of all, not a toddler. secondly, if I was this would be even worse.. and finally: your the one who's doing a potty dance. MAYBE go and take a whizz and then come back." the kid suggested. Ben narrowed his eyes and went to say something smart ass when a older kid tapped Ben on the shoulder. "Come, stop hogging the machine! other people wanna take a shot at the champ!" the 14 year old said. "Sides, the champ is right, you're gonna piss yourself and the Arcade has a strict rule about that." "since when!?!" Ben asked, having maybe wet himself once or twice while busy playing games. "Like, over the summer. some pants wetting dweeb stopped coming and management noticed how much nicer it was in here without the stink of wet pants. if you wet yourself you'll be banned for a month." the older kid said. Ben huffed and grumbled, and acting like he was doing the world a HUGE favor took off from the arcade, heading for the nearest washroom.On his way to said washroom he spotted Gwen taking off already but just shrugged it off, some people just didn't know how to relax and have a good time and Ben was NOT one of them. After answering natures call (barley, and boy had he attracted some attention as the last 20 or so steps had been a pee pee dance) Ben retracted to one of the bathroom stalls and mused over how to have some fun.. or more to the point: which alien would let him do that. 'Let's see.. Grey matter could wreak havoc with the machine's but I'd either time out or get squashed trying to make it there.. Upgrade could work if i keep to the ceiling..who ever looks up in a mall?' he mused. He was about to slam his hand down on the watch when a last second thought occurred to him, a rare flash of brilliance. 'wait.. what if I get Rip jaw or something..the only good source of water around is the toilet..' he thought and wrinkled his nose. 'Yeah ok, calling operation arcade havoc off, at least for now.'

Gwen wasn't shocked no one was home as she got back, her parents had expected her to be out all afternoon but that was ok, she wasn't the most needy person around. getting up to her bedroom she drew the curtains shut and locked the door, more in case someone did come home and came in as well, again. she didn't for ONE second think the voodoo doll would work, but she also didn't wanna be seen playing with a dolly either, having outgrown such childish things. dumping the bag out onto her bed she looked over the doll, and mused again his how much it looked like the doofus and gave it a little tickle in the tummy, knowing just how horrible ticklish Ben was, though as she mused how much he would be laughing she didn't notice the receipt for the add-ons she'd gotten slip to the floor, and there fore couldn't of seen the warning at the bottom noting that the doll would 'turn on' for lack of a better term once in the purchasers home.

Ben was waiting in line at the food court to get a Mr. Smoothie when suddenly it felt like his tummy was under a tickle attack! there was no warning or anything, one second he'd been bored and the next he was rolling on the ground laughing, and wiggling around, trying to brush away whatever it was tickling him as people looked on with raised eyebrows. "ah nooo Stappp!" Ben cried out, flopping around and getting looks of concerned and amusement. "What a little spaz.." A cheerleader snickered to her friends, getting LOTS of laughs. "Heh, somebodies been smoking the ganja.." a teenager who had red eyes himself snorted. "Uhh, you ok kid?" a Security guard on break asked. As suddenly as the tickling had started it stopped and Ben sat up, wheezing a little and red faced both from how hard he'd been laughing and embarrassment. "Y-yeah I'm fine..I'll uh..I'll just go." he squeaked out. Picking himself up the ground Ben walked away as fast as he could, his sides still hurt a little from all the laughter, but he was grateful for one thing: Whatever the hell that had been had happened AFTER he'd taken a leak because he would of totally just made a puddle.

As fun as tickling the doll had been, without hearing Ben's cries for mercy it wasn't as fun and Gwen decided to switch to something else, looking over her options. she picked up a little fire place air blower, marketed as a fart maker even though you'd put it in the doll's mouth and had her doubts. "No way, it would just come back out the mouth, right?" She asked herself. the doll didn't feel like it had a tube running though it as she pressed lightly on it, but hey, she could always try it and see what happened.

Halfway to the coke machine just outside of one of the entrance, Ben was hit with a terrible tummy cramp and hunched over, grabbing his guts. "Owww, Now what!?" he asked in a whiny voice, getting again some looks. The cramp like the tickles didn't last long however and Ben again just shrugged it of, figuring it was some sorta stupid side effect of the watch. why it wouldn't of happened till now was harder to explain but Ben wasn't really a detail kinda guy. Sliding his change into the machine and making his choice, Ben froze as he went to bend down to snag his coke as he had the oddest sense of big mouth being stuffed for a couple of second, but then a loud and almost PAINFUL poot erupted out his backside. "Whoa, nice one!" a Kid behind him called out as Ben's blush came back with a vengeance. He stood up and turned his head to see a smirking 8 year old giving him a thumbs up and went to say something but his mouth was stuffed gain, and then anther thunder poot came out, tears welling up in Ben's eyes from the force of it and from the smell that was coming out. "Dang! that was even better!" giggled the kid, keeping his distance as he called out. "Go for the hat trick!" Ben if he could of, would of commented he had no interest in a hat trick, his vision was getting blurry from the stink but alas, his mouth was stuffed and not one, but a trifecta of poots erupted out of his poor back side, getting wet and he had a feeling he was going to be getting in trouble for ruining anther pair of undies with skid marks. "Hahaha wow! your a champ! that's so co-" the boy was laughing but then the winds shifted and he got a full whiff of Ben's stink and covered his nose, running off and crying for his mommy.

"ok just how the hell does this work?!" Gwen asked out loud, she had been pushing the air in over and over and indeed, the doll was tooting up a storm though thankfully with know of Ben's usual stink. Gwen was almost tempted to cut it open and see, but the chances she'd get anther freebie were next to nothing and it wasn't going to be one of the great mysteries in life that kept her up at night. "well mini doofus.. I guess that's enough fun and games, time to get you dressed just like Ben should be." Gwen chuckled, as if the doll could hear her. Going the extra mile and feeling silly for doing so she added. "And I don't wanna hear ANY lip or i'll spank that bubble butt of yours!" waging her finger at the dolly she could almost hear Ben whimpering for 'no spankies' in her head, just like he had done when Gramps had threatened to spank him after a laxative prank during the summer. "I suppose the only question is.. how many dolly diapers do i wanna put on the big baby doofus~" Gwen cackled, looking over the bulky and thick (well at least for the scale the doll was on) huggies.

Ben had made his way back into the mall, triple time with his drink and did his best to ignore the looks and snicker that followed him with his scenes he had been putting on. He needed to check the damage after that barrage of farts and if possible, wash out his undies. He was 3 strikes away from ruining a pair of undies till his mother would start making him wear washable training undies, a bluff he hadn't believed till she had shown him a pair with cute dino prints on it. Of course if he had known what was about to happen, there was a fair chance Ben would of accepted the training undies with a honest to god smile on his face. In a bathroom stall and his pants on a coat hook, Ben slid his undies off and groaned at the brown skids that painted the back of them, he had basically been all of one more series of poots away from fudging his pants. 'But I didn't..Only little BABIES crap themselves!' he thought to himself, trying to cheer himself up. the thought made him smile until suddenly his pants and the undies vanish from in front of him and in his hands. "Uh..what?" he asked dumbly. He didn't have time to try and process that or wonder how he was going to get home with just a t-shirt and socks and sneakers on however as just as suddenly the pants and undies vanished, a thick white with nursery print diaper poofed around his hips. the suddenly bulk forced his legs apart and for a second his balance was gone, if he hadn't of been about to grip onto the coat hook and catch himself there was every chance he would of plopped his newly pampered butt onto the potty! "What the fuck..what the fuck! What.The.Fuck!?!" Ben said, looking down and face flushing red as he poked the front of the babyish garment. "Why the FUCK am I in a diaper!?!" Ben hadn't of expected a answer, not really... but in a way he got a semi reply as a second diaper joined the first and Ben had to twist his body to avoid planting his butt in the potty, mental images of being stuck there and having to cry for help flooding his mind. ironically, this only made things worst as he instead ended up dunking his head in the toilet bowl (the water was thankfully clean at least) and as he scrambled to pull himself up, his hand brushed on the sensitive handle and he ended up flushing the toilet with his head in there..giving himself a swirly. getting up on his knees, double diapers and hair and face wet with toilet water, Ben had a look on his face that just told anyone who could of seen it just how done with today he was. '..when they're writing legends about me in the future..they better leave this part out.' he thought dryly.

Gwen was torn as she looked at the Benny dolly. two diapers were cute, but three or four would be better. BUT she also had the cutest pair of locking plastic pants and just looking at them she knew it was going to be a chore to get them over the double diapers. "Hmm 4 thick diapies or two and light blue plastic pants.. the struggle is real." Gwen said to herself and snickered. well, if the 'baby food' that she'd been sold worked like the fart marker, the dolly diapers wouldn't be good for much anyways and she only had 10 of them. "Alright baby Ben, I'm gonna put these on you to make sure a naughty widdle baby doofus doesn't try and remove his huggies. No whining or I WILL get the rumba panties next time.. being a helpless diaper boy is a PRIVILEGE, not a right!" she said and then started to work the plastic pants up, her tongue hanging out from the effort.

Trying to figure out what to do, Ben weighed his options. he could just waddle out of here and just accept the laughter and teasing that would come with the diapers, but then his twig and berries and bun's wouldn't be on display. Or he could show off the good so to speak, but that could be just explained as someone stole his pants and stuff. heck, a cop might even stop him and give him a ride..and HEY! then no stained undies for mom to see! Just as these thoughts raced though his head and Ben went to reach down and undo the diapers, a pair of light blue plastic pants appeared over them with a chain around the waist and a a lock that clicked shut right away. Ben just looked down, eyes wide and then his left one twitching. "OH COME ON! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?! HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH!" he ranted to no one, though his rant WAS met with a response of three quick knocks and then a older man's voice. "Ah..everything ok in there? we've been getting some complaints.." "I-I'm fine!" Ben squeaked out, hands going to the front of the huggies even though the door was in the way. "Nooo reason to come in, not at all! Hahahaha!" Naturally his tone and what he said only made what he was doing in their MORE suspect and the voice turned gruff. "Young man, you come out of there right this instant or else!" the voice demanded. Ben naturally didn't wanna be brought out in all his baby glory and turned to the watch for a quick escape. Worse cause the diapers would follow whatever alien form he took but at least then no one would know it was him. Quickly selecting XCLER8 he brought his hand up and..

Gwen noticed that the dolly had a funny looking watch on it's arm, right where Ben had the Omimatrix. of course it just looked like a actual time piece but still, in the mood to go all in with her dolly play she took on a scolding tone once again. "and don't even THINK about going alien mister man!" she said, and slid the watch off, putting it with the rest of the clothes. "you're going to stay a big baby human till mommy Gwen lets you grow up!"

And the fucking watch vanished and all Ben did was slap his now bare wrist. '...Of course. why WOULD I have a way out? clearly I've ticked off some higher power and it's my fate to suffer!' Ben fumed. 'At least I can just hide out in here all day.' That thought was broken as clearly whoever the mall personal was, they had a tool for unlocking the stalls from the outside and the door was forced open. "Alright little man, what...pffft..going on in here?" Asked a tall well build blond man, in his late twenties and grinning ear to ear. "I uh.. well see.. There was.." Ben babbled, going as crimson as ever and feeling weak in his legs. a small part of him wondered if there was steam rising from his head from how hot his face felt since his hair was still wet. "Let me guess..your one of those dorks who like to waddle around in public and get laughed at right? We've had a few of you latly.." the man said. "W-what? Nooo!" Ben protested. "Uh-huh..so you just HAPPEN to be in thick diapers, locking plastic pants and dripping with toilet water because this is a normal every day for you?" The man asked, folding his arms over his chest. "I..just..I think it was magic an-" "Righttt Magic. well look, I would normally just call your parents or the cops.. but you're still just a young kid and I think it'll be best if I burn you out on this humiliation kick of your. Much like the old punishment of making a kid smoke a carton of smokes if caught smoking, I'm going to give you all the big baby humiliation you could ask for. when I'm don't you'll never wanna flash your diapers off in public." "..You know I think I'd prefer it if you called my parents...Mister.." Ben whimpered, feeling a spurt of pee going into the front of the diapers and tears welling up in his eyes. "you can call me trey. and we can do that..but my office is on the other side of the mall. get to stepping crinkles." Trey said and smirked, holding out his hand for Ben to take. "This day can NOT get any worse!" Ben sniffled and then took trey's hand and waddled for the door.

"huh..that's weird.. the dolly wet a little but I didn't give it any pee juice.." Gwen said, poking the front of the diaper a few times and feeling the squish. "eh, whatever. time to make make dolly Ben fill those pampers!" she cackled and picked up the container of dolly poo poo maker. "Let's see, use enclosed spoon and only use one spoon full of powder mixed with 5 droplets of water for best and easiest clean up effect." Gwen read and then got a cheshires grin. Never one to mind doing a clean up and the stuff did promise it wouldn't actually smell like crap, she mixed up a triple dose of the stuff and got as much as she could into the baby feeder (A eyedropper) though she noted it was gonna take at least anther two shots as the feeder was only big enough for the intended dose at a time. "Bottoms up dolly!" Gwen cackled, and got the dropper in the dolls mouth and pressed down to feed the big baby.

the looks and stares that Ben got as he was marched out of the bathrooms was bad enough, but then the laughter and teasing followed up and he was almost blinded as countless flashes from cell phones went off, he could just semi cover his face with his free arm as trey kept a firm hold on his other hand. "M-Make them stop!" Ben whimpered and pleaded. "Awww, is the widdle baby not liking the attention?" trey said in a loud voice. "Everyone, this big baby who gave himself a swirly and made sure this is ALL he had to wear wants you to stop taking his picture." Somehow this didn't have the effect Ben was hoping for and it only got worse as a cry came out from the crowd. "Holy Heck, I know that baby butt! That's Ben Tennyson! he's in my math class!" Ben whirled to try and see who had outed his name but the crowd was just too thick and he whimpered and whined, opening his mouth to yell at everyone to stop when just like when he'd ended up farting..his mouth felt full. it didn't feel like the last time as he would of sworn something thick and gooey was forced down his thought but whatever it was, as soon as the feeding portion was over it was time for the main event. expecting just more farts Ben's eyes went super wide as his guts gurgled then all hell broke loose in the back of the diaper, softball sized lumps forcing their way out of his poor back door and the the diapers starting to get lumpy and bloat out as he hunched over. if the site and SMELL coming off of Ben at this moment hadn't of been enough to cue in the crowd who had gone silent to watch the show in amusement, what he cried out next made it clear. "I'M GOING POOPIE IN MY DIAPIES!" The crowd erupted in laughter and Trey let go of Ben's hand to back away, being in the blast zone had his eyes watering and he was grabbing his nose. "Jesus Christ kid, what did you eat!? Roadkill skunk!?!" Trey gagged. the diapered were getting heavy now and Ben was bawling like crazy, tears streaming down his cheeks and the only point of comfort was that the Crowd backed away from the stink zone he was creating. Finally though, after what felt like hours but was really just maybe 2 minutes, the pooping stopped and Ben's diapers had expanded to hold the filth, which was basically even where. 'At..at least it's over..' Ben thought miserably, though a little voice in the back of his head chimed in. 'Yeah, we've thought that how many times now? keep tempting fate.' as the voice finished up Ben started a fresh wave of tears as it felt like somebody was mushing and patting the seat of his diaper, even though no one would of dared get that close.

"Holy crud, look at that!" Gwen said, patting and squishing the back of the diaper. "this stuff works super well! Man..I'm almost scared to give the dolly anther dose." she paused and thought about at least changing the diapers first, no sense in getting a mess everywhere right? Spotting a Bowl she'd left in her room after having some chips in it, she was glad she had been lazy for a change and grabbing the bowl, set the baby dolly in it and refilled the feeder. "Now baby Ben, I know you think you just made a good present, but Mommy thinks you can do better~" Gwen snickered and then dropped the feeder in and squeezed.

The shakes in his legs were getting better and Ben turned to Trey, Beyond caring that everyone could see the load in the back of his diapers and went to ask if they could just call his parents now,. He was even gonna toss in a pretty please with sugar on top but that's when his mouth felt full again and his eyes shut tight. 'No! No no no no no! Not again!!' he mentally pleaded with whatever cruel god was doing this to him. the knowledge that this wasn't a god, or even on purpose would of deflated Ben even more but those were thoughts for anther time, right now he felt himself filled up and waited for the 'magic' to start. It wasn't softball sized loads this time, apparently whatever was making him a S class pamper packer needed something in his system ahead of time to work with, so it was waves of hot mush that came out, making the diapers sag more and hang heavily, deforming to the point it looked more like Ben had taped a body pillow around his hips then actual diapers. the plastic pants WERE showing signs of stain though as he finished up and Ben fell to his hands and knees, Literally too pooped to stand. if there was one saving grace in all of this, it was that the smell didn't get any worse and now some of the crowd was looking on in concern. "I..I'd like to go home now please." Ben mewed. "Failing at that.. a diaper change."

Morbid curiosity filled Gwen as she looked at how totaled the diapers were, and yet they STILL hadn't given up the fight. she just HAD to see if they could take a third pounding, the junior scientist in herself wouldn't let her stop now. "Man, if this really DID work, that diaper would feel SO gross and smell SO bad!" Gwen laughed and then tapped her chin. there really was no way it would be fair to do a third test to see if the diapers would leak because they were sagging SO bad they were more likely to fall off even with the plastic pants locked. She needed to even the score somehow and then snapped her fingers as the solution came to her, going and getting a diaper shirt (or a onesise as others called it). it was cream white with a black stripe down the middle much like Ben's favorite shirt. it snapped up in the back and had a little lock too, but Gwen wasn't going to bother with that since this was just for the sake of seeing how much the diapers could take. "Making a dolly poo to better mankind's understanding of dolly messing. I'm ahead of my time." She giggled, feeling silly as she stripped the shirt off of the dolly and with A LOT of work got the diaper shirt on the dolly, the diapers comically hanging out the sides and she got the last of the num num's ready.

The fumes coming off of Ben at this point were almost creating a visible haze and the crowd, while still teasing and laughing had backed off for the most part. Try had left to go and get a cell phone for Ben to call his parents and to pick up something else, though he wouldn't say what at the time.. but as he came back he got laughs and giggles and Ben groaned and rolled his eyes. Trey had stopped at a sporting goods store and gotten a oxygen tank for scuba diving and was breathing though that as he got close, wearing goggles too. "It's not THAT bad!" Ben shouted and whined, though the fact he was rooted in place by the bulk of his own diaper bulk and couldn't even get to his feet would suggest otherwise. cries of 'yes it is!' came from the crowd and Ben just huffed, reaching out for the cell phone when suddenly his shirt vanished, to the shock and confusion of the crowd. "Ah crap NOW what!?!" Ben cried out and the answer was given seconds later as a Onesie replaced the t-shirt, smushing the diaper mess and making Ben make a grossed out face as the feeling his muck butt being squished wasn't exactly a pleasant one. the mouth guard that trey had been using to breath though dropped out of his mouth in shock and his eyes went wide. "Holy shit! the little pants pooper was right!! it IS magic!" He cried out, then gagged on the smell and dashed out of the stink zone, the cell phone landing on the ground JUST out of Ben's reach. 'I can crawl that far..even with this huge stinky diaper behind me!' Ben thought to himself. 'I'll call Gwen, she can come here and do her weird magic thingie and it'll be all good!' filled with the last shred of hope, Ben slowly started to pull himself toward the cell phone, every bit of gained ground taking every bit of power his poor worn out body could muster, but as long as he didn't go poopie again he was in the clear! 'Yeahhh remember what we said about tempting fate?' the voice in his head from early asked. 'One load of super boy fudge coming up.' the feeling of his mouth being stuffed took over again and Ben whimpered, shutting his eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks, knowing what was next. As his Onsie ballooned out to a stupid big size Ben's mind just went blank and he started laughing, over and over totally and completely gone.

a crack appeared on the dolly's forehead and Gwen wondered what that was all about, but shrugged it off. the diapers had finally leaked but she just left the dolly in the bowl to clear later. the whole thing had run it's course and she decided to go and catch some TV. unlike Ben she preferred to watch the news and since they were back home tried to catch the local news whenever she could. Plopping on the couch she turned the tv on and saw that there was some sort of breaking news story at the mall and groaned. "Please tell me Ben didn't go alien and scare people." she groaned out loud, turning up the volume. "we're not yet clear on all the details, but what we do know is that the random flashes of magic seen this past summer across the country, usually attributed to the villains known as Hex and Charmcaster, have been somewhat confirmed in the mall, with a local boy a victim of it. Live on the scene, we go to Johnny Ray. Johnny?" "...Ohhh No. Ohhhh nooo.." Gwen said, having a BAD feeling in the pit of her tummy. "Thank you Steven, well folks, Saturdays at the mall are suppose to be a time of fun and relaxation for the youth of bellwood, but for one Ben Tennyson, it's been anything but." A mind 20's tanned man with bright blond hair was saying. "Mr. Tennyson was a victim of some sort of diaper curse, and while we can't get too close because of the smell, as you can see he's been forced to unless a ungodly amount of waste and witnesses confirm that his outfit changed on it's own." the camera cut away and there was Ben, eyes glazed over and a dopey smile on his face..dressed just like Gwen's voodoo dolly. Around Ben were a few men in hazmat suits and one of them was shining a light in Ben's eyes, clearly trying to see how lucid the boy was. "Oh shit! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Gwen cried out, dashing back upstairs and going to the dolly."Ok.. ok ok ok ok ok..you can fix this.. " That's what Gwen said, but she wasn't so sure.. she could at least change Ben's outfit but as far as fixing his mind.. well.. "One problem at a time!" she said, and now knowing the dolly really carried on effect, handled it with care, getting it slowly out of the poopie diapers and cleaned up and back into big boy clothes. as she worked she had her tablet playing the news coverage and the crowd and newscasters were shocked to see Ben's clothes change back to normal, though even once he was back in his trademark outfit, sans the watch as she wanted his brain working right before trusting him with it, Ben just sat on his butt and sucked on his thumb. "Shitttt! there has to be SOME way of undoing all of this! well, at least the trauma!" Gwen said and lighting pounded her forehead with a fist. "Think Gwen think!" as she thought back to the convo with the girl in the shop, who she was NOW convinced had been Charm caster, she recalled the comment about how trying to do anything fatal to the dolly would undo all the damage. "..of course you're counting on the fact she was telling the truth..." Gwen said to herself. Biting her lip and looking at Ben as he was being escorted away by some EMT's she knew she had to do something, and grabbing the knife from a model kit she had she brought it down on the chest of the Ben dolly.

Ben sat up in bed, gasping and panting. it was dark out and he was in his own room, and as he looked around he saw on the alarm clock/calendar thingie Gwen's parents had gotten him it was Friday night, but only for anther five minutes before it would of been the Saturday he had just experienced. Or had he really experienced that? he oddly could remember all of it but also some parts where he'd been.. Gwen? shaking slightly and tossing the covers back, Ben was pleased to see that all he had on was a night shirt and his normal goodnight for his bed wetting. "heh..hehehe..it was all just some super real nightmare!" Ben giggled, and chuckled lots as he shook his head. "Oh man.. Don't think I'll be able to go to the mall for awhile though..but geez.. no more sushi pizza rolls for me before bed." he giggled, getting up out of bed. His goodnight was soaked and sagged, but hey.. after a nightmare like his that was to be expected and it was only filled with pee so Ben was laughing. snagging a fresh one out of the pack under his bed and feeling the need to go again, Ben semi waddled his way out the door and towards the bathroom. Normally he would of been complaining about how weird and awful it felt to walk in a super soaked goodnight but now? Pinch of piss compared to the diaper waddling from his dream. tossing the clean goodnight on the bathroom counter, Ben was whistling slowly and had his eyes closed as the bathroom lights seemed brighter then ever. "Must be new bulbs.." he commented. Not wanting to get in trouble for getting pee everywhere, Ben slid his thumbs in the sides of the soaked goodnight and ripped it free, letting it hit the floor with a thud then sat down on the potty to take a leak. Only, when he sat down something felt weird..and when he went to reach to make sure he could guide his stream with a hand you know where, it was greeted with the feel of slick plastic. his eyes opened wide and he looked down, he was in one of the diapers from his dream, and not only that, even though he tried to clamp down on it his bladder had been primed to go and he was wetting it. "Ah! No! Ok, I'm still dreaming, I'm still dreaming I'm-" Ben whimpered and shut his eyes, reaching and pinching his arm to try and wake himself up. "Spoiler alert doofus, your NOT dreaming." Came Gwen's voice. Ben opened his eyes and gasped, it was Gwen alright standing in front of him, but her eyes had a menacing red glow in them and she was dressed in a tight punk outfit. "G-gwen?" He whimpered, about to get up and try and run for it, but a cramp in his belly forced him to stay in place. "That's big sister to you now widdle Benny~ I want you to know that everything that happened in your so called dream..That really did happen. turns out I did undo everything when I went and killed your dolly buttt.." and Gwen let out a soft laugh. "looks like Dark magic isn't so easy to get rid of. I had done too much on too public of a stage so the powers to be offered me a choice.. Make you a big stupid diaper pooping baby joke the hard way.. or be one myself. Three guesses what I picked, and the first two don't count." "I.. you..what makes you think I'm gonna just be a helpless big baby! I still have the watch!" Ben said and went to use it, only now noticing for the first time it was gone. "Yeahhh no you don't I tweaked with fate a little bit and Kevin got the watch and became my little pet monster. In any case, your doomed to spend the rest of your life as a pamper pooping baby. Any last words before I make you shit your huggies so bad your parents will have to call a construction crew to get you free from the toilet?" Gwen asked. Ben thought for a moment then went to open his mouth, and a oversized pacifier popped in his mouth as his nursing instinct was triggered and his bowels started to unleash hell. "On second thought, who cares what you have to say?" Gwen laughed, and then teleported away.

Ben sat up in bed with a gasp, looking around and whimpering, then breaking down and crying loudly as he reached for Mr.bear and hugged him tight to his chest. the door to his nursery opened seconds later and his mom rushed in, looking down at her ten year old big baby and picking him up, hugging him to her chest and ignoring the smell that came from his clearly loaded diaper, which was puffing out the back of his bunny sleeper. "Benny whats wrong?" She asked. "I..I had 'nther one of those scary dreams, where I went wiff gramp's and Gwen last summer only dis one was super duper scary!" Ben whimpered and mewed. "Benny.. you know that we would never let you go out for a whole summer without us! you're just too little." His mom said and rubbed the little stinkers back. "How about I get you in a clean diapie and then you can come and sleep in mommy and daddies bed for the night instead of going back to your crib?" "Otay" Ben sniffled and nodded. as Mommy changed him the dreams of being a superhero with alien forms, of battles with mages and aliens and all sorts of things faded. Ben had always just been a shorty, often mistaken for five if not younger and had been hopeless to potty train so his parents had given up. Sure his cousins Ken and Gwen were cool big kids but they didn't really like hanging out with Ben since he was so little and Yeah, Gramps HAD wanted to take him on a road trip but Ben couldn't stand the though of leaving his parents for a whole summer. with a clean diapie on and changed into a fresh sleeper, Ben snuggled into his mommy, all thoughts of silly hero adventures gone and was conked out even before being cuddled between his parents.

The end.

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blabrina · 3 years ago

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Sunny Tennyson Redesign

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Back from my long-ass hiatus to post my Sunny Tennyson redesign! I don’t even remember if she was in omniverse, but her character design - much like Gwen’s - REALLY annoyed me. Also, I feel like it’s such a missed opportunity to do some girl emo/goth designs. (And who doesn’t love a good emo and/or goth character???) All these look are very e-girl inspired!!

The first look is definitely my favorite and it’s e-girl slash early 00′s mall goth. The bob works so much better for her than Gwen imo and gosh... any excuse for space buns and piercings...

Also I’m going to use this as an excuse to dump some of my Sunny headcanons:

Her character used to always bother me because she’s LITERALLY just Blackfire from teen titans (recolor of redhead protagonist who’s evil) and I hate when writers take easy way outs like that. However, she’s started to really grow on me because I feel like she could be a great foil to Gwen a la Kevin.

She’s three years older than Gwen. (Because I really hate that they’re all supposed to be the same age? Like mix it up) But her parents always compared her to Gwen growing up so she resented her.

She’s Gwen’s maternal cousin, while Ben is Gwen’s paternal cousin. (Also ties into my headcanon that Verdona is Gwen’s maternal grandmother and had no relation to Max.) This ties into further headcanons I have but basically: Gwen’s dad is brothers with Ben’s dad (canon) and Gwen’s mom is sisters with Sunny’s mom (headcanon). I headcanon Gwen’s mom as super preppy/ country club-esque and Sunny’s mom as more chill, type B personality.

I have to competing headcanons about her witchcraft and I really can’t decide which I like more. 1) She realized her powers WAYYY later than Gwen. (Gwen realized hers at 10 but she realized hers at 15.) But by the time Gwen’s ~19 y/o or general college age, Sunny has WAY surpassed Gwen in skill. This makes Gwen really jealous. The reason is Sunny has always been into witchcraft so she came in with a ton of more knowledge than Gwen, who’s more preppy. I also headcanon Gwen to have not trained from post original series to fifteen years old because she was suppressing that side of her life. 2) Alternatively, Sunny’s whole aeshetic is witch-craft and gothic stuff, and she’s SUPER jealous that Gwen, her preppy cousin has witch powers but she doesn’t. (She finds out Gwen’s a witch and Ben’s an alien at 18 and is like WHAT?) No matter how much Sunny studies, she will *never* be a witch, which reallly pisses her off. This adds to her already heavy resentment of Gwen for things she can’t control.

She’s constantly like whyyyyyy does my preppy cousin have a cool alt boyfriend but I don’t??? How is that fair??? To me??

I feel like she’d have a HUGE tiktok following for spiritual advice, funny but mean videos, and do all the sound trends. (Maybe fandom stuff?) Huge on witch tok, ironically.

WLW (lesbian or pan, im not sure)

Because she’s cousins once-removed with Ben, they’re not close at all. Both feel neutral towards each other. (But she’s way nicer to Ben than Gwen.)

Also, maybe Gwen always felt jealous that Sunny’s mom was wayyy less judgmental than her mom. (e.g. I imagine that Gwen’s mom would NEVER let her dye her hair or dress alt). But Gwen never told Sunny this.

Their relationship is a vicious cycle because Gwen assumes the best in people so she’ll always be nice to Sunny and this just adds to Sunny’s resentment of her. (”Why does she have to be Miss Perfect? Just get mad like a real person.”)

I also have this really detailed headcanon about her bullying Gwen, but it would probably fit best as a fic, so I’ll post a link if/when I write it!

I’m definitely gonna work on Gwen redesigns because... her omniverse design is AWFUL!!

Also, at some point, I want to draw the anti trio of Sunny, Ken (Gwen’s brother), and maybe Rook as the third character?

Anyway, I am nothing but a wealth of Ben 10 opinions

Oop, also, I made her boobs smaller because I HATED how omniverse designed female body types lmao. Like your boobs are usually proportion to your body weight, so it wouldn’t make sense for them to be huge the way they are drawn.

#ben 10 #sunny tennyson #ben 10 fanart #ben 10 omniverse #omniverse

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yall-got-me-fucked-up · 2 years ago

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SEBEK LOCAL MALL HEARTTHROB SO REAL

(I fucking love this shit it’s got me kicking my feet giggling twirling my hair)

HE’S SO OBLIVIOUSSSS He’s got Bodyworks wrapped around his little finger and he doesn’t even realize. Sebek once offered the poor guy some Tylenol and water to beat the migraines that come from huffing artificial scents all day and BW’s been whipped ever since.

Forever 22 (he’s full fucking punk. Not a necessary detail but… it’s important to me) has a little sister. Said little sister DRAGGED him to Not Claire’s to pick up some hair ribbons. Said little sister also thinks her big brother could use some action so she tried to get him a date with the pretty pink cashier. F22 prides himself on being one suave motherfucker, but he couldn’t get the cashier’s damn number. (He’s been flirting his ass off for months. It’s not working)

BUT PASTEL GOTH SEBEK SPRINTING (In 6 inch pastel pink platform boots) ACROSS THE HALLWAY FROM STORE TO STORE FOR A 12 HOUR SHIFT. HIS HAIRS FLYING BEHIND HIM, HIS EARRINGS ARE JANGLING LIKE CRAZY (they’re precious little white skull cats) HIS HEELS ARE CLACKING THE FLOOR LIKE A FUCKING PONY SHOW

CATER DRESSING SEBEK UP LIKE HIS SISTERS USED TO DO HIM (generational curses)

And of course. Riddle being nosy.

Got this ask I wanted to share, Listen…..what about….Sebek getting a part time job….as some form of training

HE INFLICTS THE TRAINING UPON HIMSELF AND DIASOMNIA HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA ABOUT IT

He hears about Yuu complaining about how their world treats like. Fast food and retail employees and says "their job is literal HELL i dont know how they do it! everyone should treat them with respect" and he's like "HMMM A PERFECT WAY TO TRAIN MYSELF!!!"

So, during winter break, he takes up a job in both a fast food place and a retail store. Alright, hold up right there. Hey. You, the one reading this. Search up "jolibee worker uniform." Yeah. That's right. That's what he's wearing in the fast food place that is unrelated to Jolibee. Yeah.

Everyone in the Not Jolibee thinks he's a PAIN to work with because he does not get how these customers can end your entire career with a single recording. Either he's too loud, or he judges a customer's order, etc.

His boss sets him aside for a bit and goes "customer is always right bla bla bla" and what he doesnt know is that. Sebek treats any higher authority's words as LAW. So his performance suddenly SKYROCKETS and everyone else realizes "oh shit bro he's just a fucking puppy man. a little guy. if a customer starts telling him to refund their order he's going to refund their order now oh shit"

These guys have to work together to make sure that Sebek doesn't fall victim to sleazy customers and Karens. Except Karens have no effect on Sebek because anything they say goes over his head. "I'd like to speak to your manager!!!" "MY MANAGER IS BUSY, BUT I CAN SET UP A TIME AND PLACE FOR YOU!!!"

They get so put off by him that they leave. Everyone cheers. Sebek is now their Karen-repellant.

Anyways, Sebek gets whiplash from working in a retail store because there are NO uniforms to follow after. At best you just have to present yourself nicely. But not a single worker in Twisted Wonderland follows this rule because they just dress the aesthetic of their store. So, naturally, Sebek feels the need to follow after them too.

...did I mention that he works in Not Claires. Yeah, imagine that. Put their aesthetic onto Sebek. Yeah, YEAHHH.

Across from Not Claires is the Scorching Point (Totally not the twst equivalent of Hot Topic), and these two stores have NEVER interacted with each other. In comes Sebek, entering the mall in the most blandest outfit ever. But these retail workers see his stoic face, slicked back hair, and think "Oh. Scorching Point guy. Alright"

Imagine their surprise when he enters Not Claires instead, asking for the job. Someone from Scorching Point faints. Before he actually does any work one of the Not Claires employees suggest that he dress up like them for the appeal and to fit in with the general look of the store. Sebek says that he will.

Everyone has NO expectations for what Sebek is going to wear because bro literally went inside a mall looking like he goes there to window shop for household appliances only for their jaws to drop when he comes in with his hair down and decked out in PASTELS (He asked for help from Riddle who asked for help from Cater because "Sebek what the fuck is a Not Claires what is that"). Sebek had to be FORCED by Cater to style his hair down btw

And the thing is!!! Even if he works at Not Claires he ALWAYS goes over to Scorching Point on and off his shifts. Talks to this specific girl for some reason. Everyone else ignores it. The second week that Sebek's been there, a Scorching Point employee finally walks up to the Not Claires girl who always mans the cashier and asks for her number.

A bridge has been made between the two retail stores, carried by two lesbians and the green haired kid they like to gush about their crush to.

...Diasomnia still has no idea about this.

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artzychic27 · 4 years ago

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@sweetmilkshaketale

Let’s see how one of our favorite couples reacts to the Artists

Before Marinette came along, Alya was friends with Lila

Yes, it was great. The girl had amazing stories lies to tell everyday and went on some cool adventures stayed at home despite her disabilities, but sometimes Alya just felt like a side character (Honey, you’re not)

Plus, the classes got a little boring in her opinion; she was looking for something new an exciting, not that Lila’s stories weren’t cool... But when is she going to introduce her to Majestia?

Then, Marinette Artist came along with her braids full of spiders and a scowl that had Ivan crying

Lili, the class representative tried introducing herself and went on about herself as usual. Marinette told her with the coldest voice ever to shut her mouth.

Lila wordlessly (for once) sat down in her seat and sobbed to Alya about how “horrible and rude” the new girl and her siblings were (even though the others didn’t do anything... yet)

Because of that, Alya doesn’t really like the Artists. No one hurts her bestie like that.

This goes on for a while. Alya creates Miraculous Media and Lila gives her a bunch of fake stories about the heroes, Volpina after incident at the park, Lila works as a model and is terrible at it, and she secretly works with Hawkmoth

Marinette: Lila Lila pants on fire...

When Alya goes to confront Marinette about how she’s been harassing Lila since she came here, she gives it to her straight

Marinette: She’s shrill, loud, rambles too much, I hate that Jacket, her hair makes me sick, she’s clearly a social climber leeching off all of you and my friends, she’s harassing your blonde friend, she tried to threaten me last week which ended horribly for her, and she’s a sloppy liar.

Alya: N... No, she’s not a liar!

Marinette: She said the bat hero’s name was Bat Girl when her name is Nocturna, and that Jaws and Lerna were dating.

Alya: She has problems with her memory. But she’s not a liar, and she’s really nice if you get to know her. She’s offered to introduce you and your friends to some macabre artists.

Marinette: How convenient. She knows what we like and immediately knows someone who works in that field. Happens a lot doesn’t it? *Alya’s speechless* Alya. As much as I enjoy discord, she’s just too much. I detest liars and if you do not do something about Rossi, I will.

Reluctantly, Alya looks up Lila’s lies and tells everyone in class

Lila’s now a pariah, but somehow still keeps her modeling job because Gabriel needs someone to spy on his son and cause Akumas

Later, Marc and Nathaniel give Adrien a lesson about consent that his own father never gave him

Nathaniel: Monochrome, may I kiss your freezing cold arm as I pray for death by hypothermia?

Marc: Be my guest. *Holds his arm out*

Nathaniel: *Kisses Marc’s arm*

Adrien: ... I think I get it now.

Thankful that she’s no longer friends with Lie-La, Alya now wants to be Marinette’s friend. She’s creepy, but kinda cool.

Alya: You and your friends wanna come to the mall with us?

Marinette: Oh, I haven’t gone to a good mauling in a while.

Alya knows she’s serious about the stuff she says, but doesn’t mind. Plus, she, Alix, Rose, and Juleka know how to keep the real creeps away with their not so empty threats

Nino then proposes that Nathaniel hangs out with him and the other guys since he’s also a member of the class now.

Nathaniel: We’re going to be hanging? Damn, I left my noose at home.

Nathaniel of course, brings Marc, because an hour without each other is enough for one eternity.

Guys nights will never be the same ever again. Turns out Alix isn’t the only one who likes breaking laws

Long story short, Nathaniel stole a police car and everyone nearly drowned in the Seine while Marc and Nathaniel made passionate love under water

The guys know they should be horrified and separate themselves from the insane couple immediately, but that was such a rush. They’re still shaking

Adrien later confesses that he’s in love with Marinette to Nathaniel. Alya overhears, gets excited, and goes to tell her new bestie

Adrien: So, what should I do? What does she like?

Nathaniel: Hunt a wild animal, kill it, give her its pelt. Juleka did the same with Rose a few weeks after they first met at a funeral, and the two have been inseparable.

Adrien of course doesn’t kill an animal. Instead, Marinette hides spiders and dead roses in his backpack. He’s strangely aroused, much to Lila’s anger.

Kim: That aside, you should totally take her out! *Cuts Nathaniel off* Not with a hatchet!

Even though their relationship is a little... Off, Nino, Ivan, and Kim go to Marc and Nathaniel for dating advice for him and their girlfriends since it seems to work for Adrien. Yesterday, Marinette took him to a funeral

They teach them how to tango

Even after being exposed, Lila still harasses Adrien. Nino, of course, hates that and blames Gabriel. He takes a page out of the Artist’s book and goes to war on his ass.

He joins the Artists in turning Adrien goth and gets a sick thrill when he hears that Gabriel fainted

Nino: Yes. The more you faint, the weaker I know you’re getting. Your time is coming Gabriel, and I shall dance as you rot in the dirt.

The Artists find his passion for wanting Gabriel to suffer very impressive

The girls join in, too and help out with starting the cyber goth trend

Lila gets exposed, Gabriel faints again, and Nino buys a coffin just for him

#miraculous ladybug #marc x nathaniel #rose x juleka #marinette dupain cheng #alix kudbel #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #alya césaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi exposed #lila rossi bashing #the artist family #addams family au #mlb au #mlb crossover #adrinette #Nino vs Gabriel

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melatovnik · 3 years ago

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hi, can u rec other sbwy fics?

yes i most certainly can!

below under the cut is a selection of very good sbwy (and sgwy) fics, i.e., wangxian fics where wwx experiences compulsory heterosexuality. by no means is it a comprehensive list of all the excellent fics of this genre, because i'm a super slow reader and simply haven't gotten to them all yet, but these are just the ones i've read and enjoyed so far. of course, mind all tags/content warnings etc you know what's up

~ the Straight Boy Wei Ying universe series by raitala | rated E | 36K words total | i know this ask was prompted by my earlier rec of this series but i'll include it here anyway. a very charming wonderful story, with extremely massively hot sex scenes

Sit down next to me | 7K words

Lan Zhan has been in love with his tragically straight best friend Wei Ying forever. So what if some girl says Wei Ying is a bad kisser? Lan Zhan has to prove to Wei Ying that this is incorrect. Because Lan Zhan is a good friend. He out does himself.

If I hadn't seen such riches | 29K words

Sequel to "Sit down next to me" - if you haven't read this all you need to know is that Wei Ying thinks he is straight. He just really likes his best friend Lan Zhan. Who is incidentally a really great kisser. Who also made him come in his pants one time. Who also has a *really* big dick, which Wei Ying sucked one time, but, like, in an experimental way, not in a gay way. They are just really good friends, right? Lan Zhan is the best. Lan Zhan is crying inside.

~ Keep Up by mimilamp | rated E | 27K words | i actually just read this one today and wwhfoohgkhdghihHHHHHHhghhhhhhgh 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 INSTANT FAVE. MUST READ.

“She was going to kiss me,” Wei Ying says, muffled, into his hands.

Lan Zhan makes sure he keeps his breaths even. “Hm,” he says. Wei Ying looks up at him, wild: a little tipsy, perhaps. Confused, in a panic. His mouth is red like he’s been kissed—he hasn’t. He’s a lip biter, has a habit of picking at his dry lips, the winter sores at the corner of his mouth. It drives Lan Zhan to madness. He dreams of Wei Ying’s puffy mouth, often, sometimes with the real Wei Ying in a sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. On mornings like those he wakes up in a cloud of embarrassment—hobbling to the bathroom at dawn, running a loud shower to hide the sounds. Wei Ying sleeps on.

“How do I—” Wei Ying starts, stops. He then lets out a single laugh, another. He says: “Oh my god. How do I kiss? Lan Zhan, how do I kiss?”

Or: Wei Ying has a girlfriend now. Wei Ying doesn't want his best friend to lag behind.

~ A Brilliant Idea by FrameofMind | rated E | 25K words | good for you wei ying

The one where Wei Ying (straight) and Lan Zhan (gay) make a shared tinder account to save money, because Wei Ying has brilliant ideas.

(Wei Ying has terrible ideas.)

~ worth it for the feeling by occultings | rated E | 8K words | they're both girls in this one! "straight" girl wei ying 🥰

“I’ve never gotten off with another person,” Wei Ying says that night, apropos of nothing.

~ ready to run by detectorist | rated E | 21K words | really really enjoyed the plot and atmosphere and everything in this story

“You should make a Tinder account for campaigning,” Nie Huaisang says.

Wei Ying chokes out, “What?”

“Sounds like an absolutely terrible idea,” Jiang Cheng says flatly.

“No, it’s a great idea!” Nie Huaisang insists. “You just swipe right on everyone and then send them a message about how they should vote for you. You’re hot, Wei Ying! People will definitely match with you and then you can swoop in and hit them with the politics!”

“I don’t even have Tinder,” Wei Ying protests. He’d downloaded the app in first year but had quickly deleted it after a girl responded to his message of wanna get a drink with yeah sure, what time?

“That can be easily fixed,” Nie Huaisang says.

—

Wei Ying downloads Tinder to help him campaign for his student union election. He gets a little more than he bargained for.

~ drop the game by martyrsdaughter | rated E | 28K words | cheerleader wwx + jock lwj + fake dating + practice kissing + insane sexual tension = me, flattened like a cartoon character after getting run over by a truck

Wei Ying grabs a pen from Lan Zhan’s desk, curling his legs into a lotus pose under the arms of the chair so he can easily spread the journal out across his lap. Even upside down, Lan Zhan can read his large, messy characters scrawled across the top: Lan Zhan + Wei Ying’s Rules for Dating.

Perhaps this was a bad idea.

~ big hands (i know you're the one) by martyrsdaughter | rated E | 8K words | WHOOF 🥵

“Not a big talker, hm?” Wei Ying tilts his head to one side. “That’s okay, I’ve been told I’m a good enough conversationalist for three. My tongue is multi-talented and—”

He has just enough time to feel her palm on the back of his neck and think, oh, her hands are so big, before his words are being stolen into her mouth.

~ Boy Trouble, We've Got Double by saltyfeathers | rated E | 60K words | LAN ZHAN???? BETHROTHED???? NOT TO WEI YING??????? it's less likely than you think! canonverse casefic, featuring tons of pining and wwx taking outrageous liberties with lwj's person, as is his right

Lan Zhan stands there in his immaculate, cloud-patterned Lan robes, watching him calmly, one fist tucked up against his back. “I am betrothed.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. “Are you…” He tries to laugh. Again, it sounds inhuman. “Is this about last night? Are you mad at me? I only remember some of it, Lan Zhan. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I’m sure whatever I did I was just—” He gestures uselessly. He remembers being warm in Lan Zhan’s lap. He remembers fitting snugly in Lan Zhan’s lap. Wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck. Nosing at his jaw. “…playing around.”

“This has nothing to do with you, Wei Wuxian.”

~ cherry ass wei ying (Chapter 3 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated E

wei ying is so straight he sucks lan zhan's fingers about it.

~ all(e)y (Chapter 11 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated E

prompt fill on twitter for straight boy wei ying + fake dating that ended up being too long for twitter so now it lives here in stupid silly shame. sorry the fake dating is a complete flyover state in this. to make up for it, i wrote out an entire blowjob for some reason.

~ lan zhan has fallen in fuck-love with the straight toad boy (Chapter 14 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated M | there is no chapter summary provided by the author. the title says it all, really

~ wei wuxian loves mysteries! (Chapter 15 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated G | a canonverse character exploration of wwx, set pre-CR (before wangxian first meet). soooo good

~ the mall that has it all by saltyfeathers | rated E | 8K words | 😳 wrow

She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.”

Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?”

or;

mall goth au

~ I Wish You Would by brooklinegirl | rated E | 52K words | lan zhan fucks guys, wei ying pines, and lan zhan also pines

Lan Zhan takes a breath. His hands are in fists on his thighs. He stares down at them hopelessly, then carefully unclenches them, one finger at a time, before taking another breath and reaching for his lukewarm tea. He'll go out, tomorrow. Maybe in the late afternoon. Something quick. Something easy. He'll text his brother first, the short note of when he should be home, so he'll know to track him. He'll be fine, just like he said.

~ all that and more by Euphorion | rated E | 20K words | hot hot hot! and a classic

Wei Wuxian locks his phone and puts it down, blinks at his ceiling, and picks it up again. The pictures are still there.

His first thought is that Lan Zhan meant them for someone else. That he just woke up at—he checks the timestamp—6:30 am on a Sunday and decided to go absolute full nuclear seduction option on some poor boy he met on Grindr, who would now be missing out on the best thing to ever happen to him because Wei Wuxian had a bad habit of distracting—of—oh.

Pieces of last night start to resurface and paste themselves together in his head. He winces.

~ dreaming and getting a glimmer by verseau | rated E | 27K words | THE comphet gloryhole fic

Wei Ying discovers himself.

~ wanna feel a different kinda tension by verseau | rated E | 10K words | THE comphet watching-porn-together-and-also-wwx-jerks-lwj-off-with-his-own-freshly-used-fleshlight fic

Four times Lan Zhan walks in on his roommate masturbating.

that's all for now! happy october!

#mdzs #fic rec

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punkofsunshine · 4 years ago

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Neoliberalism, conformity, and the monetization of individuality

Hey guys, I’m back! Ready to get into some more heavy topics, this week it is the topic of neoliberalism, also known as the modern capitalist system.

First. What is neoliberalism?

Essentially, it is what was initiated under the Reagan/Thatcher administrations which “freed the market” and allowed corporations to globalize more than they were already. As some may know, capitalism subverts democracy by placing power into the hands of people with money, not those who are supposed to have control over legislation (the government). In that way, capital has more say in our political system than anyone/anything else making America a modern day oligarchy which is an extension of a traditionalist system of governance; monarchy. The (western) heads of the neoliberal governance are sometimes called “new world kings” due to their vast swathes of wealth and influence in governmental affairs, but it also became the reigning ideology among the people as well, however “unleashing the market” turned out to have disastrous consequences even until today. A research article by Vicente Navarro states “. . .[pharmaceutical] companies that systematically prioritize their objective of maximizing profits over any other ends, such as preventing and/or curing illnesses (which, by spreading, may turn into pandemics – as we are witnessing in the current crisis). Many other sectors of medical care show similar behavior. And it is this commercialization of medicine and prioritization of private interests over public ones that have affected very negatively the health and quality of life of millions and millions of people (see my book Medicine Under Capitalism, 1976). These behaviors have been accentuated in the neoliberal period, which started in the late 1970s and early 1980s in the Western world.” This specifically discusses the neoliberal economic system and how it effects us here and now during the COVID-19 pandemic (which at time of writing *15/02/2021* is still going on in the US and various other places).

Due to the rise of the neoliberal mindset, punk and Gothic styles gained quick popularity among the outsiders of modernized society, as did a sub-genre of punk (specifically in the 80′s-90′s), cyberpunk. Cyberpunk imagines a world controlled by corporations, climate change, rampant crime, and no heroes to save the day. Real life cyberpunks didn’t adhere to the aesthetic we think of now, during the rise of the internet they were/are the code monkeys, the people who knew how to navigate commonly uncharted space by the rest of the people online at the time. As good as it all sounds, that’s where the problem begins however. As technology progresses so do the ways to exploit the people using that technology, same thing goes with everything we use now. Just as the outsiders created their own thing, a capitalist will find ways to sell that to you packaged as individuality, the good thing is that punks accounted for this already and are big users and advocates for DIY. However the Goths got the short end of the stick when their style got repackaged and put into malls, thus mall goths were born. I say all of this because now, when in pursuit of individuality one must be aware of whether it’s truly fringe and custom or just another re-branded aesthetic like mall goth. In other words, true individuality doesn’t come from what you buy or how you look, it comes from who you are. Conformity doesn’t come from how you look, but how you act.

Now why did I talk about mall goths and punks? Have you seen how much Gothic and punk style clothing costs? That’s the monetization of individuality, at least physically speaking. This also is applicable to Cottagecore, maximalism, plant parenthood, and other aesthetics/movements that cost money. To hear more about that click here to read about Marxian alienation, capitalism, and the commodification of the individual. And no, this is not me saying that if you have that style you’re a conformist, it’s just marketed heavily towards those who want to oppose capitalism and our blatantly imperialistic government, which is incredibly ironic. I personally know punks who made their clothes by themselves instead of buying clothes from fast fashion companies. If you don’t, don’t sweat it, although it’s really useful to learn those skills, sewing specifically. Just keep in mind that they’re trying to sell you rebellion. Anything that can be sold, will be sold.

Sorry for rambling so much this time, I try to not make it a habit. I hope you learned something though.

This has been punkofsunshine, have a good one and stay safe.

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bitchapalooza · 3 years ago

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More hetalia highschool AU, 🌟magic team🌟 edition :)

Under the cut bc it is long ❤️

Vladimir is that one kid obsessed with Twilight but only for the vampires; it was his first ever exposure to vampires thanks to his dad thinking Twilight was an appropriate book for a 11 year old. Team Edward going strong for five years, he'd proudly declare like it actually mattered. He tries his best to dress goth at school even though his uniform gets in the way. Fake ear piercings(his parents won't let him pierce them yet), over the top makeup, he's dyed the top half of his shoes black because his parents were concerned about his obsession with black and wouldn't buy him the black tennies he wanted— "mom look, these are marked down for back to school! Can I pleeeease get them???" "....may I know why the black ones specifically?" "They match the ever nothingness of my soul." "Yep! The white ones it is then!" "Mooooooooooom!"— Vladimir has been dubbed the cringy vampire kid of course.

Lukas is into pretty much anything concerning cryptids and magical creatures because they can't be proven to be fake or real, which intrigues him. He carries a book about mushrooms at all times and info dumps on pretty much anyone about identifying poisonous mushrooms and which mushrooms are safe to eat. His backpack is covered in buttons and pins to show off his interests. He keeps an amethyst in the front pocket of his backpack, reason unknown other than to just randomly pull it out and let Mikkel look at it. He's that kid that always wears his hoodie no matter the season, he never takes it off. Under his hoodie is always a crude worded t-shirt that the school would not approve of, much less his parents. He's relatively quiet and because he's quiet he's considered a weird kid.

Arthur can't decide if punk is his style or if goth is. Either way, his way of self expression at school in addition to the uniform is horrible. Checkered black/red shoes his grandma got him with his older brother's hand me down worn out greying socks—"can I PLEASE just have my own clothes???" "we have perfectly good clothes for you in the garage! I can fix them up to fit you better and everything!" "but I want cool NEW clothes!" "those are cool clothes and as far as the other kids know, they're also new. Now get your transformer backpack and get to the car. I put a new patch on it last night so that should hold it for the rest of the year."— Old Pierce the veil shirt, with holes chewed into the collar from his older brother Dillan, peeking out from under his white polo. A black and red choker to match his black and red slowly tearing apart too big flannel on top of a black pull over. A deep blue beanie, the hoodie of his pull over almost constantly on top when outside the school. He dyes a part of his hair a different color every month. He spikes his hair using too much gel and is convinced he looks good. He talks too much about bands and always gets Vlad and Lukas going on and on about fictional creatures he does not FULLY believe in himself. He does, however, believe in magic and loves Harry Potter, more specifically the Weaselys, to bits.

Natalya is a sophomore, a year behind the boys, and she just kinda pushed her way into the friend group until they eventually accepted her into it. They were the only three she knew who liked occult related topics. She's on the baseball team because she wanted an excuse to hit things with another thing and NOT get detention because of it. She wears the khaki uniform skirt and takes full advantage over being able to wear any kind of tights underneath; skull pattern, plain black, blood splatter pattern, fire pattern. Anything that makes her feel like a badass. She's always talking about antiques and forging weapons, more specifically knives. She has a whole collection of fidget toys but her favorite is this pea pod keychain her father gave her. She's always talking about how she'd like to be a medical examiner and to just prove that she's serious, she'll bring up a picture of a human model and point out the difference between a self inflicted fatal wound and a homicide. She puts up a charade of being able to see and talk to ghosts to freak out Alfred, her extended friend first met through Tolys.

They collectively believe they're cool and that other people know this. They're genuinely blind to the obvious snickers sent their way, being called losers and nerds. They're really knowm for like really pathetic things like; Natalya is Ivan's, tallest and most intimidating member of the wrestling team, weird younger sister by a year. Lukas is just the weird quiet kid that reads by the courtyard garden during lunch. Vladimir is not only the vampire goth kid but the kid who's parents believe the teachers are giving his son low grades on purpose and will yell at them for it. And Arthur is just. He's another Kirkland, immediately assumed to be a massive trouble maker because of his now graduated brother Alistair and one grade above him brother Dillan. Everyone loved his eldest brother Darick and sometimes compare him to Darick.

Compared to what others THINK they do, such as witch craft for some odd reason, the four of them do pretty typical teen activities. Like hang out at the mall. Do their honework together. Play video games and D&D when they have the chance. The boys do have sleepovers still as they have since meeting each other in middle school, Nat not really being a fan of sleeping where she doesn't live but comfortable enough to go to their houses and just chill for the day. They have become friends because of their related interests but thats not what they're ALL ABOUT.

Fun facts/stories about these losers I thought about while bored as fuck:

• Lukas, in his freshman year, went on a nature hike field trip with his lit class after reading Into The Wild. And he brought his mushroom book of course. They walked around, looking at the sights, talked about the book. Lukas just stops at one point, falling behind the class. He picks up a mushroom, goes to the teacher and is like "You see this? Its not poisonous." And straight up fucking eats it without warning. The teacher called an ambulance even though Lukas kept telling him he was fine and that that mushroom was 100% okay to eat raw, but for sure better off cooked. Lukas calmly shows the paramedics his book and they're like "yeah that actually was safe to eat, we don't need the book to confirm that, but um. Please don't ever pick something off the ground and eat it again. Just. Please don't do that, son." .....he did it again before leaving to go back to school but this time he didn't tell anyone.

• In elementary school, Natalya brought in a model of the human brain she asked her dad to borrow. He had to say yes because she was his only child genuinely interested, not bored of, his medical profession and he found it very cute and honoring. So she's at show and tell, its her turn right, and she silently goes up to the front of the class and pulls out the model brain. Teacher tries to step in because, hey, these are 6 year olds—AND WHY DOES THIS 6 YEAR OLD HAVE A PLASTIC BRAIN??? But Nat just shooshes her. In surprised shock, the teacher is just quiet as Nat begins to explain parts of the brain and their function— which was all wrong actually. She knew the words and everything but she didn't get the locations right. She sounded confident and smart and she was telling this to a bunch of 6 year olds so they believed her of course. End of the school day, her dad is having a hilarious conference with his youngest's teacher about the brain incident.

• Vladimir loves reading. He's loved it since he began to learn how, even if his dyslexia gives him grief along the way. So since he loves to read he'll always get excited and read ahead in class or in the public library reading club. One summer, the reading club was reading The Giver and it was getting really good. Vlad was loving the story, so much so that Vlad began to read ahead in his own time when he really wasn't supposed to be, the club was reading it together out loud and discussing it. Now he's read enough and worked hard enough to figure out how to help himself focus better and understand each word and sentence without having to reread it all multiple times over or get stuck. But sometimes the meaning and context to what he's reading doesn't ALWAYS process with the words as he's too focused on reading the words right and it passes right over his head. So Vlad is reading ahead and he's getting to the part where The Giver has given Jonas the memory of the sled again. And Vlad just sits there after reading that paragraph. He rereads it. And rereads it again. And then he leaves his book on his bed, goes to the the hall closet and takes out the ironing board. He grabs a plastic container to use as an ill attempt of a helmet and he just. Rockets down the staircase and hits the wall. He screams and cries and his parents rush in from the livingroom. When asked what happened he just says "I wanted to understand the sled scene better! Now I do and I feel really bad for Jonas!" He just couldn't quite grasp WHY the sled accident hurt, never had a broken bone nor sled afterall, and needed to find out. And that's how Vlad got his first broken arm at the age of 12.

• When Alfred and Matthew moved in with Arthur's family, Arthur didn't like it. He was a moody young teen but he was also just tired of the full house. His cousins were loud and nosey. He had to share a room with his four older brothers already and now with Matthew while Kathleen and Alfred got a room to themselves. Arthur thought this was so unfair. So his solution was to run away. He was 13, he needed a place to have some peace and quiet for once. So he texts Francis and Lukas, the only two of his friends living in his neighnorhood. Francis is not on board with helping him run away at first but then Lukas brings literally all his camping gear for Arthur's use and then Francis is on board because he had the feeling Arthur was going to get himself killed somehow. So as the elder one of the group he accompanied Arthur and Lukas out to the short stretch of woods behind the last street of their neighborhood, intending to go to the big clearing before hitting the roads leading to the airport and whatever else buildings. They're out there setting everything up together and they're done by like 4 pm. They sit down and talk, munch on oreos and other snacks Arthur deemed as essential survival foods. Then Francis looks at his cell and remarks "wow its already 6! Ah, Lukas, we should get home. Afterall, neither of us ran away so we still have supper to eat. Come on Lukas, let's go before our parents come looking for us." They exchange goodbyes, Francis trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. So Lukas and Francis start walking off, Arthur crawls into the tent and eats half a cookie before frowning and feeling too alone. He didn't expect to feel alone because all he wanted was to BE ALONE. Before he knows it, he's running out of the tent yelling after his friends to stop and wait up. "Oh whats wrong, Arthur? I thought you wanted to run away." "I— I forgot I hadn't fed my rabbit is all! I'll run away tomorrow! I'm not... Feeling lonely if.. If that's what you think...." Arthur did not run away the next day. Buuuuuut the three plus Vlad made a tree house together in the Kirkland backyard that they still use today!

#if you thought these four would be cool kids in this au then you thought wrong #hetalia #hetalia au #hetalia england #hetalia belarus #hetalia norway #hetalia romania #hetalia magic team #there should be more content of the magic losers + belarus tbh magic team is a bad group name but so fits their collective vibes so well

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Can I ask about how the whole urban fantasy crew dresses? Do any of them have accessories they wear constantly? Clothes they prefer? Fabrics they love or can't stand?

Also if urban fantasy Banni listens to spotify what would the playlist look like?

Ah thank you!! This will get a little long, i hope nobody minds haha

Keith - peak mall goth aesthetic in black skinny jeans (but one size up), combat or platform boots, heavy foundation and smudged black liner/shadow, black lipstick, and an impressive assortment of ironic black tees and hoodies with such hits as "dead on arrival," "vampires bite," and (this is a real shirt actually) two coffins with the text "let's sleep together."

The key to his fashion is making it loose without being too baggy and using makeup to make it look like the gaunt dead look is intentional.

As for accessorizing, he's got snakebite piercings that he usually keeps black rings in, though he might swap out studs some days. He likes to wear costume contacts, so while on most days youll probably see him with shiny yellow or slit-pupil eyes, his real irises are a dull brown like faded pennies.

The one accessory he will never be found without is a black ribbon around his neck. It covers the bitemark from the vamp that turned him and halts its necrosis.

Ken - unlike his bloodsucking twin, ken doesnt show as much of a dramatic flair in his fashion choice, and becoming a werewolf didn't change that. He tends to wear light patterned button downs open over a white tee, and good work jeans and boots that are comfortable for standing in for long periods of time. On particularly hot days he might wear a sporty tank top and some plain shorts.

As for accessorizing, sometimes Ken will wear a plain gold necklace on a thin chain, but the pendant doesnt matter much; its just for that v neckline illusion. He's got a stud piercing in his right ear, but takes it out before a full moon since it'd be a surefire tell that he isnt a normal dog.

Jaspen - for casual wear, she favors comfortable clothes and will typically wear a plain tank over a sports or wire bra and some shorts that are just long enough to cover her butt + some flip flop sandals. If she's going out, though, she might wear something with boots and fishnets and shiny vinyl and wear a push-up bra that fits well (hard find i know).

When going out she loves to put on a spiked or studded choker, but in general the only accessories you'll consistently see are the many, many piercings in her ears and face. It's a good thing she takes better care of her piercings than she does of herself, because an infection can get really painful.

She's not a fan of lace but doesnt have any textural aversions (lucky her)

Ro - really does just dress like an average guy who happens to be a werewolf. In any event hes going to be dressed as generic as possible, and blend in if you arent looking too hard. The one thing of note is he avoids things with a ton of buttons or zippers because they're a (literal) pain to struggle with. For office settings he might stick to those fake button downs with the magnet closures, if you know what I'm talking about?

He's considered getting piercings but doesnt want to find out if the wolf thing will aggravate them.

Miriam - as we all know, he dresses for whatever role he takes and does it well. If he's not maintaining appearances though, he loves wearing black fishnets, hot boots or heels, leather or shiny vinyl, that sort of thing. There's no gendered influence on those choices; it's simply whatever looks best together in that moment.

When accessorizing, he loves a good choker, and has one with a heart-shaped ring that's beyond cute. He doesnt have any piercings, and can't get them done traditionally anyways, so the only earrings you'll catch on him are clip-ons.

Banni - it's hard for them to find clothes that fit - they're too short for most adult sizes, but dont have the proportions to fit into kids sizes either - so they're often in baggy attire like too-large shirts and shorts that look a little long on them but thankfully fit the hips. Theyre fond of hoodies and coats that they can really sink into when sitting curled up on a chair, and while they would like to wear longer pants, it requires turning them into cut-offs that then invariably fray. They cant stand the type of vinyl and synthetic fabrics used in coats and backpacks though - the sound of anything brushing against them is like nails on a chalkboard. They won't wear leather, wool, silk, or anything with down in it as well; theyre pretty strict on the no-animal-consumption thing.

Banni's also restricted by budget, so their clothes are typically secondhand or borrowed or taken from a free bin.

As for accessories, banni has two small gold hoops on the upper rim of their left ear, but not much else.

As for banni's music, they don't have a cell but they do have an old mp3 player and have a bunch of instrumental music, favoring woodwinds and strings that almost seem to have a voice, as well as some soft indie and slightly emo stuff. (I do have a playlist for them, but it's definitely more songs that for them rather than what theyd listen to)

#my characters #keith the vampire #ken the werewolf #banni #jaspen #miriam #werewolf rob #thank you so much for the ask!! it was nice to chew on and help me think about these again 💖

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 4 years ago

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Enneagram and MBTI correlations: Type 8

Quick disclaimer list, see type 1 post for elaboration.

If you want to send me questions in disagreement, provide thorough evidence; otherwise ask yourself why you want validation but are unwilling to provide the information that would make it worth granting.

This is about cores, all non-core fixes are technically possible though some are less likely because non-core fixes are comparatively less of a big deal.

A wing or a fix does not make your unlikely core more likely; it’s still much more likely that wing or fix is actually your core and what you typed as your core is actually the wing or fix.

Sometimes things are rare just because another type is a lot more likely.

Fictional characters aren’t real and can be written unrealistically; this is about real people.

Read the FAQ, use your brain, don’t be an ass.

Type 8:

8 is most common in extroverts and in thinkers, and like 7 there’s a slight preference for Se over Ne in some specific cases. It’s possible but very rare in Fe-doms (none reported in the survey but I don’t think it’s impossible; I suspect Fe-dom 8s may mistype as Te-doms), but quite common in Te-doms and Ti-auxes, and has modest representation among ESFPs and ISTPs. It’s possible but rare in IxTJs, and pretty much unheard of among introverts who are feelers and INTPs.

Fi-doms do tend to value individuality, but they also tend to be somewhat indecisive, relatively unafraid of showing weakness (and tolerant of perceived weakness in others), and don’t have the same need to control their environments. The individuality and internal focus of Fi and the “don’t tell me what to do” element of 8 also mean that a hypothetical Fi-dom 8 would almost certainly be unhealthy and engaging in highly dangerous behaviors.

The infrequency with high Fe probably comes from the communal focus of Fe; 8s don’t care much about others opinions and FJs do, very much.

The mistyping of 8 is a complicated one. I understand why 5 gets mistyped; people have a very surface understanding of it as The Smart One and few people perceive themselves as unintelligent. But 8s...I’ve been doing this typing thing a while and I get 8 questions that just leave me fully baffled. I don’t think asking a question on anon is contrary to 8; I don’t think basic politeness rules out 8; I don’t think an 8 has to be all power, all the time - but like. I am fully not an 8, and people will send things to me that make me go “wow, you live this nonconfrontationally?” and then at the end they’ll say “I think I’m an 8”. It’s a real mystery.

With that said I think there was a lot of portrayal of enneagram 8 as cool, in kind of a 50s greaser sort of way, so maybe that’s it. Also sometimes people have a lot of anger, but they either don’t recognize they’re not releasing it, or didn’t read the 8 description beyond “anger”.

As always the important thing to consider with all enneatypes is the downsides. Most mistypings as 1s come from people who focus on thinking they are good or having some perfectionist tendencies and not the drawbacks of guilt over anger; many mistypings as 5s focus on the curiosity and not the withdrawal and unnecessary complication because they feel like they must become an expert baker before attempting the cookie recipe on the back of the chocolate chip bag.

With 8s, people focus on the good - independence, self-sufficiency, control - and forget the downsides (emotional unavailability, disdain for those perceived as weak, high potential to be a bully).

I should also note my own bias here which is not limited to 8 typings/mistypings but certainly comes up with self-proclaimed 8s, which is sometimes people come into my inbox with descriptions that do explicitly seem to be proud of terrible behavior, and obviously I struggle to type those with any objectivity, but also on some level I find it so utterly bizarre someone would go to an internet stranger and be like “I have no morality” that I usually assume they’re a 15 year old going through an embarrassing mall goth phase. Anyway, 8s do have moral codes, and indeed it’s an important part of being a healthy person.

#no shade to the recipe on the chocolate chip bag it's usually quite good #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 8

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freudensteins-monster · 4 years ago

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Live From My Bedroom! It’s Darcy Lewis!

Based on a fic prompt I received forever ago and have been working on ever since.

Images used in the fake youtube screenshots were sourced almost entirely from Kat Dennings and RDJ's social media accounts.

Please note that this has been written in a very basic script/video transcript format. And has not been beta'd. Fingers crossed it's still easy to read. xoxox

Chapter One: Whatever Happened to Darcy Lewis?

[Title Card: A cheap animated explosion solely using colours from the Lisa Frank colour wheel with the text “LIVE FROM MY BEDROOM! IT’S DARCY LEWIS!” in the middle.]

[Video opens on a cheerful woman in her 30’s sitting in what looks like a teenager’s bedroom from the 90’s. The walls are covered in band/movie posters and the shelves are full of books, Barbies, and other toys from the era. The woman has long wavy brown hair and she is wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a Grumpy Bear symbol on it.]

Hello world! It’s Darcy Lewis here, cashing in on the childhood nostalgia train by launching my very own youtube channel. [winning smile] So… Whatever Happened to Darcy Lewis? This was a question posed to me by a random stranger after she had been staring at me for a solid five minutes as I stood in the tampon aisle of my local grocery store trying to make a decision.

[Cut scene]

[Text on screen: *Dramatic recreation]

[Darcy, dressed in basic t-shirt, staring at shelf of tampons]

[notices someone watching her]

[turns head]

Darcy dressed up like a yoga mom, caught staring: OMG. I am so sorry. It’s just that you look just like that kid from that tv show.

Darcy, dressed in a basic t-shirt, holding two boxes of tampons: [deadpan voice] I get that all the time.

Yoga Mom!Darcy: [deep in thought] Whatever happened to that girl anyway?

Darcy: [still holding up two boxes of tampons] I heard she moved to Florida to breed alligators.

Yoga Mom!Darcy: [shocked face] Really?!

Darcy: [still holding up two boxes of tampons] …No.

[End cut scene]

So, yeah, I am that kid from that tv show. In 1990, at the age of five, I was cast in the sitcom Live from Suburbia! If you don’t remember it you were probably watching Full House. That, or you’re just too young. It’ll be thirty years this month since Live from Suburbia! first aired, and come December I am going to be thirty-five years old.

[video goes black and white, zooms in on a distraught Darcy’s face]

[Psycho shower scene music plays]

[Darcy shakes herself out of it and video returns to normal]

So, yeah, I forgive you if you haven’t seen it.

[Text flashes on screen: HEY NETFLIX! PICK IT UP ALREADY!]

My parents have probably never even seen an episode they weren’t on set for either. They were never really keen on the idea of me becoming a child actor. They’re both college professors – they were prepared for, like, mathletes or debate club, not driving me to auditions and having me take classes with a tutor in a trailer parked outside a soundstage. [laughs] But I was super obsessed with Drew Barrymore in E.T. and when my mom explained that E.T. wasn’t real, and that Drew was an actress, I decided that was what I wanted to do. So when I heard people talking about auditions being held at a local shopping mall, and that they were looking for a “precocious” 5-6 year old girl, I kind of demanded that my parents let me go. That audition was for a cereal commercial – I didn’t get it, but the casting director liked me so when they were starting the casting process for Live from Suburbia! they asked me to audition for the role of Siouxsie.

[Text appears on screen: *NOT SUSIE. SIOUXSIE. LIKE SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES. #endthedebate]

Live from Suburbia! was about a wannabe rock star from LA, played by a pre-famous, pre-infamous, Tony Stark, who had to put his dreams on hold and move to the suburbs when he becomes the sole guardian of his two kids; Siouxsie and Hendrix, played by a pre-teen Clint Barton. You might recognise him too; his most recent album just went platinum.

[images of Clint Barton rocking out on stages around the world flash on screen]

The show was axed in 1994 and I pretty much went back to the real world for a few years and went back to school full time. My parents were pretty insistent on that. Towards the end of middle school they let me get back in contact with my agent and I soon got a recurring role as mean girl Kaitlyn on the Disney Channel show Total Drama Teens. And later on when I was a senior in high school I played Void, the goth hacker-slash-tech support to a brooding vigilante in one of the last great straight-to-video action duds of the Blockbuster era.

[sudden dramatic close up]

But we don’t talk about that.

[zoom out]

After high school I went to Culver University and studied full time. My parents insisted I get a “real degree” so I ended up majoring in Political Science with a minor in Drama, instead of the other way around, and without the Political Science, like I wanted. After I graduated, despite my parents’ concerns, I moved to L.A. to try and become an actress full time. You might remember me from such unforgettable roles as the “kooky” comedic relief-slash-best friend in five different rom-coms from the mid-2000’s – four of which were called Jenny. I am not kidding.

[Images of her characters appear on screen: Jenny, Jenny, Jennie, Madison, and Jenny.]

I’ve also had bit parts on every Law & Order and CSI series there is, and had recurring roles as the “kooky” girlfriend in about three different sitcoms over the past five years.

[Darcy sighs]

[Text on screen: SIGHS IN TYPECAST]

Most recently I finished work on my first serious dramatic role in an indie movie called Bottled Lightning. It’s been entered in a few film festivals, I’ve gotten some good reviews for my performance, but as of last week it had still not secured a distribution deal. So, yeah… That one’s probably only going to be seen by a dozen film critics from three different film festivals and then sort of disappear into the unknown. [pouts] So here I am. Taking a break from the grind of auditioning. In my time capsule of a childhood bedroom. Housesitting for my parents while they’re drinking their way across Europe.

[Darcy sighs again]

[Text on screen: SIGHS IN UNREALISED POTENTIAL]

My parents suggested I just give up on the whole acting thing altogether, move closer to them, get a “real job”… So I created a youtube channel instead. [cheeky smile] I’ve got a few ideas for upcoming episodes. Next week I’m going to be doing a reaction video to the pilot episode of Live from Suburbia! It’s been a good twenty-five years since I’ve seen it, but I’ve got the entire series on VHS. …just got to figure out how to get that digital so I can insert it into one of these videos…

[pensive music]

[Text on screen: COME ON NETFLIX! HELP A GIRL OUT!]

And then maybe a reaction to the first episode of Full House, or a review of the best child actor performances... Maybe if these videos get some traction I might even be able to do some interviews with other child actors – what do you think? Let me know in the comments. And I’m sure you know the drill already: Like, Subscribe, and Share. Thanks for dropping by! I’ll see you next week!

[Darcy blows a kiss to camera, screen fades to black]

NEXT VIDEO: Live from Suburbia! Pilot Episode Reaction (feat. Fizzgig)

*** ** ***

Notes: NEXT VIDEO is not indicative of what the next chapter is about but done simply to imply that Darcy has a whole lot of other videos on her channel that I haven’t written. Also, I named her parent’s cat Fizzgig for the 80s/90s kid vibes.

Tagging everyone who commented on the original tumblr fic prompt in case you wanted to see the end result. @zephrbabe @evieplease @endlesscalendar @lynnestra44 @founderofshield @oldenoughtobeyourmama @typhoidmeri @phoenix-173 @suzieqsez @kiaraalexisklay @slytherinstarkravingmad

#live from my bedroom!#it's darcy lewis #darcy lewis #steve rogers #tony stark #darcy lewis x steve rogers #whatever happened to darcy lewis #child actors #child actor au #actor au #youtuber au #freudensteins-fics

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solarscholarsofmagick · 5 years ago

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7 Feelings that Most Witches Can Relate To

1. Feeling shame when you forget about a holiday (again)

Let’s be honest; it happens to us at least once. Life gets busy and before you know it, you see posts on Twitter, saying, “Blessed Ostara!” while you are in the breakroom, scarfing down bagel bites while simultaneously trying your damnedest to get marinara sauce off your white shirt. What happens next can only be compared to the 5 stages of grief:

Denial: Maybe everyone was just posting stuff early. Maybe they’re in a timezone waaaayyy ahead of yours. You didn’t see anything posted about it yesterday, so there’s no need to look at a calendar, because you didn’t forget about the holiday.

Anger: It’s not your fault, it’s society’s fault. It’s not like there’s tons of advertisements about it in the media. No, everyone is hung up on Easter. The lack of accurate representation pisses you off and you’re prepared to scream from the top of your lungs about your beliefs.

Bargaining: Okay, so maybe you initially forgot about it, but you can totally make up for it. You still have time in the day to go to the store and buy some ingredients to make a quick meal as an offering. Wiping that stain off your shirt can kinda represent creating a clean-slate, can’t it?

Depression: You are legit the worst witch in the world. What kind of witch doesn’t even remember the major holidays. No amount of salvaging the day will erase the fact that you forgot about it in the first place.

Acceptance: Missing the occasional (or every) holiday isn’t something worth beating yourself up for, especially since they traditionally span three days or a week anyways. Even non-witches will forget about mainstream holidays. Besides, there’s always next year if you absolutely can’t do anything this week.

2. Trying not to destroy your bank account on a really cool crystal

For most witches, the fascination with what are essentially pretty rocks predates their official delve into the craft. When we do delve, however, that love (pretty much an obsession at this point) amplifies. So, when we go by that crystal kiosk in the mall, it becomes all too hard to resist buying that $50 bonsai tree with leaves of tiny jade shards. Sometimes it’s a jade tree, sometimes it’s a large amethyst geode, and sometimes it’s a hand-crafted obsidian dagger with an ornate elk-antler handle. However, the little voice in the back of your head desperately screams out that this money can be better used on food or on hoarding toilet paper (excuse our memeing). Who wins the argument? Hell if I know. *tries to sneakily slide card across the counter*

3. Not being sure which *witchy* aesthetic you want to represent

There are so many different aesthetics that you see witches portray on social media such as Instagram, Twitter, and even Tumblr. There are so many, and they’re all so damn cute, so finding one to truly commit to is about as difficult as choosing your starter in the first Pokemon game. (Charmander is the right answer to that decision, by the way). Those aesthetics include, but are not limited to:

The “traditional” witch- This aesthetic is typically described as Goth, witchy, or spooky. It can entail black lipstick, straight pitch-black hair, spider-web stockings, and platform boots that go up to your knees or thighs. There is nothing wrong with following this aesthetic. Go for it and relish in the fact that you can easily crush your enemies under your 5-inch platforms. And the fact that you are able to walk in them while normies just can’t seem to quite grasp the skill.

The plant witch- These witches will wear lots of greens and often have floral or tree tattoos. Their social media is usually saturated with pictures of their green children. Their hands are more often than not coated in a thin layer of dirt, especially under their nails. They yearn for their own greenhouse or maybe just a really nice sunroom.

The bohemian witch- These witches fulfill an aesthetic similar to the hippie movement of the mid-1900’s. You can usually find them wearing comfortable, loose-fitting clothes, and, more often than not, barefoot. Their Instagram is typically full of yoga poses and soap that they just hand-crafted.

The closet witch– Because these witches are not open (or are actively hiding) their craft, it is not easy to spot one. You have to look closer to see the signs. Such signs will usually be in the form of crystal and/or symbolic jewelry.

Pro-tip: You don’t have to fulfill a certain aesthetic. The aesthetic is never what makes a witch a true witch. So go nuts and wear what you want to wear. Your personal style is your aesthetic.

4. Getting Roasted by Your Own Tarot Cards/Runes/Divination Method

We usually consult our cards when we need answers. However, sometimes, we already know the answers and are just in denial. In these times, we consult our trusty tarot cards to find the real answer, since the one in our heads is obviously not the right one. It can feel like a slap in the face whenever we do a reading, hoping/praying for a different answer, and receiving what we already knew or facts we wished we hadn’t discovered. In these situations, it can mean that something unpleasant is the result of our own actions or that we have to do something unpleasant in the near future. The cards do not care about your feelings. The cards care about giving you the answers you need and helping you.

5. Forgetting About the Jar That You Put Outside to Collect Rainwater

It’s supposed to be simple. You wait until it rains, you grab a jar, you put it outside, and, once it finishes raining, you bring it back in. But, no, it never ends up this simple. It all seems to go wrong at step 4. After we put the jar out, more often than not, we go on about our day and the jar leaves our mind… usually for a few days. By that time, however, the water has either been evaporated or it has been contaminated with dirt, pollen, or even bugs. Just like with forgetting holidays, we tell ourselves that we won’t forget next time, but you don’t need to consult your cards in order to know that, unless you set an alarm on your phone, the cycle will only repeat itself.

6. Being Overwhelmed in the Beginning

Witchcraft is such a broad, broad term. When you say that you’re going to “practice witchcraft,” it can mean a multitude of things. You could be performing a spell, praying to your gods, drawing sigils, astral projecting, divining, and much, much more. You quickly discover this when you start your journey into the craft and it becomes overwhelming. We are in an age where vast amounts of information is at our fingertips at any moment. You find yourself asking, “Where do I begin?” We tell ourselves, “Let’s find a guide!” Then, we see that there are hundreds of “beginner” guides to the craft in bookstores and thousands online. It’s stressful and there’s a pressure of picking one that had the “right” version of things. In the end, you just have to make a leap of faith and pick one that feels right to you. Build your craft from things that pique your interest. Or, like me, you can close your eyes and grab one off the shelf and go with that.

7. Being Exasperated with Incorrect Portrayals of Witches/Paganism/Magick

You’re just hanging out with someone or a group, or you’re just chilling by yourself, innocently checking out something claiming to be about witches or paganism or magick- or even those books or movies about Ouija boards and/or malignant spirits- and as you’re watching, you notice some things are wrong. Very wrong. In fact, if the people in this had any knowledge at all of magick or paganism, they wouldn’t be in this unfortunate circumstance to begin wi- hey, don’t go without closing the ritual prope- at least the salt is still lini- hey, don’t do tha– I don’t even care anymore, they had no respect or reason to even do this in the first place. If people look to these things as what practicing magick is like (there are some very ignorant people out there), then they are getting a lot of misinformation and downright insulting stereotypes and stigmas ingrained in their minds. No, not all spirits are bad and trying to kill you, maybe if you’d show some respect, Karen, things wouldn’t try to kill you or possess you or whatever the fuck is going on here.

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