#topic: mist

[shiroi---kumo]

Let me talk for a moment about the importance of COLOR in Misterican culture again because it has been a hot minute since I explained Mist and I did not have this many color examples to my name the last time I did.

So Let's talk about MIST.

Mist is a magical substance that is contained with the lungs of a Misterican and it is kept there as vapor until they exhale. Misterican lungs are pressurized so they can store the Mist Vapors their body produces naturally. Misterican bodies make and produce Mist from the liquids and foods they consume.

I.E. meaning if a Misterican consumes alcohol - the mist their body produces and stores will become alcoholic in nature and they will remain intoxicated until they release that vapor from their lungs.

Misterican Mist is produced in different colors and that color is dependent on the color one is born to.

Misterican Mist exists in every color of the rainbow excluding black and the only Misterican ever born to the color White (the hue) is one Valkoinen Pilvi / White Cloud -> aka Kumo! Please see the religious notions behind this here.

But the Color of one's mist is important because the Color of one's mist will tell you the power it contains.

Mistericans all possess a color to their souls and that is the color of their Mist - and you can tell what color a Misterican is by the color of their Hair and sometimes their eyes. Misterican hair color = Misterican Mist color and Mist colors contain different status effects that go into effect as soon as that Mist is exhaled into the air.

The Misterican in question cannot stop this status effect from activating, it simply does as soon as they exhale and that's why they wear masks to filter their mist from their breaths to prevent the effects from effecting those around them.

So the status effects that exist within Mist Colors are as follows:

🟥 - Red - Paralysis 🟧 - Orange - Silence 🟨 - Yellow - Confuse 🟩 - Green - Toxic / Poison 🟦 - Blue - Slow 🟪 - Purple - Healing 🟫 - Brown - Stone 🩶 - Silver - Charm 🩷 - Pink - Blind 🤍 - White - Sleep

Mistericans DO NOT control these status effects. They activate the second they exhale their mist into the air and anyone who inhales their mist will be affected but there are a few conditions that apply

The thicker the Mist, the stronger the effect

The lighter in color it is, the more potent the effect

The more potent the effect, the longer it lasts

The thicker the Mist is, the faster it works

Bonded Mistericans are unaffected by each other's mist powers.

Mistericans who soul bound to a royal will have the potency of their Mist heightened by that royal's own power.

Same Color Mistericans do not affect each other. (aka blue doesn't affect blue, green doesn't affect green, etc etc )

Mist effects will wear off given time or if something happens to the source of said mist. So if the Mist User dies the effects would lift immediately and of their Mist in the area would dissipate instantly.

✨ Special Rule ✨ - The Child of White, due to his Immortal Godly Status is unaffected by any and all Mist effects. This includes healing.

The reason lighter color = more power is due to the fact that Lady Tiamat, the Celestial Mother of all Mist's color is White (hue) so the closer one's mist is to white the more power it possesses.

Mistericans also can be trained to use their Mist for a controlled form of Magics known as Mist Magics and Summoning. The users of this type of Mist Magic are know as Mist Mythics or simply "Mythics". You can read about them here.

But this is why 9 times out of 10 why Kumo and the other Mistericans are probably wearing a mask when meeting with your muse. They exhale status effects and color matters.

Now if Kumo takes his mask off and it's just a light mist and not really filling up the space around him - its going to take a while for the effect of sleep to kick in, but please be aware that no matter what, if Kumo has his mask off he will eventually build up a little cloud of mist around him. The seeing your breath when it's cold out thing? That's Kumo at all times when maskless.

[kumoofthemaken]

Misteria - Her People of the Lofty Heavens

[A general overview of the planet itself, as well as the Misterian race. Subject to development over the blog's runtime. Using Kumo and Kiri's homeworld language names. 😉]

Misteria

A small gas giant, the land of swirling tempests, its habitable zone framed by the Storm Below and Storm Above. This layer of calm skies was home to floating continents of temperate to cold climate and, by extension, various flora and fauna more or less accustomed to aerial travel. Bountiful crystal structures adorned the floating isles, becoming the primary resource in Misterian architecture and sculpting.

It is the world where the Maken, and, by extension, Tiamat, was deposited eons ago by the old Architects, further shaping the developing life to reflect its attunement to the Mist. As such, the people of Misteria exhibit a unique combination of properties not found elsewhere in the universe: the ability to fly by levitation, and the production of Mist within specially-structured lungs which is stored at great pressure and can be released in vast quantities.

Misterian Horns - biological and cultural significance

E'len and Vassá with baby horns.

Even their own horns reflect their homeworld proudly - crystalline spikes most commonly ranging from one to seven, with more than that usually meaning the Misterian's horns are overall less developed and shorter. Hornless Misterians did occur, however their birth was a consequence of a very rare genetic defect comorbid with severely dulled senses and were considered disabled.

Misterian horns begin to come in at few months old and grow til around 19-20 years old. They are comprised of a core of living bone, with nerves and olfactory cells present in small pores which extend their sensory range, allowing for the sensing of certain potentially toxic chemicals produced in Misteria's atmosphere, a trait necessary for prolonged aerial travel - especially coupled with the species' sensitive lungs. Additionally, the layer between the living core and the crystal adcrustation houses liquid with loose grains of crystal, thus making the horns an additional balance organ. In a pinch, they could also be used to gore an opponent, though this was not preferred.

Misterian horns' interaction with Mist was a very complex process, due to Mist itself being present within their bodies and facilitating magical crystallization. As such, an individual's horns could take the appearance of a different type of crystal based on one's own Mist, though the color seemed unrelated: One could have a White-Mist such as Haino E'len (Kumo) with smoke quartz horns, as well as Silei Vassá (Kiri), a Red-Mist, with the same material. However, it seemed at least partially genetic.

Misterian horns were indeed live, but they shed their outer layer (sheath) periodically, producing shards of crystal which were often preserved as keepsakes, worn as jewelry or given as treasured gifts. Post-shed Misterian horns retained some of the crystalline layer for protection. Growing back the outer sheath took approximately three months.

Broken Misterian horns were capable of growing back from the root, however the process was slow and uncomfortable - with risk of crystal adcrustation not occuring properly and leaving the horn uneven. Incorrect adcrustation also reduced the sensory capabilities of the horn due to obstructing olfactory channels.

Culturally, a greater amount of horns / longer horns were considered a trait of royalty and a source of great pride; Misterians in general valued their horns greatly and maintained them carefully. As such, many gestures and sayings found on Misteria reflected this racial trait, such as lowering one's head to point horns at someone being seen as a threat - usually coupled with "Mist growling" - repatedly puffing small amounts of Mist at others. Calling someone "hornless" was considered an insult comparable to calling someone "stupid", through the connotation that a hornless Misterian would have had trouble with hearing, navigation and their connection to the Mist was looser. This was, of course, an example of ableism: Though Misterians were overall a peaceful and compassionate race, they were also beings of great pride, so such behaviors still occured. As an additional example of cultural expressions, the two Storms were much feared and used in sayings. "Storm Above!"

Misterian Hearing and Mist Melodies

Hearing is a Misterian's primary sense; Their world predominantly one of sound. Mist itself is an element producing unheard melodies, something Misterians evolved to hear and distinguish - being able to hear the "songs of the Planet" beneficial in various facets of life, such as navigation. Going where the Mist goes, listening to the changes in air currents and even catching weather shifts early, all thanks to enhanced auditory processing.

Mist itself produces melodies naturally distinguishable only to Misterians, with some others being able to hear them using magic or other sensory-spiritual enhancements. Skilled Misterian musicians can even perform an act known as "playing the Mist", utilizing gestures of linear motions to manipulate the melody, volume, tone and pitch to their liking - quite alike to plucking a string instrument. Mist playing, occasionally combined with dance and song, is the foundation of Misterian magic, including summoning arts. Court Knight-Musicians notably trained their Mist playing skills in conjunction with swordplay in order to bring out Sword Dragons, the royal beasts of Misteria and brood of Tiamat who were widely worshipped as the gods of music.

Mist Tempos and Colors

The Mist's default melody and tempo is defined by its color, with naturally faster tempos found in shorter wavelengths, such as purple.

The amount of energy is directly proportional to the photon's electromagnetic frequency and thus, equivalently, is inversely proportional to the wavelength. The higher the photon's frequency, the higher its energy. Equivalently, the longer the photon's wavelength, the lower its energy. This holds true to Mist as well, though some high-energy techniques have been notably performed with red Mist as well. One example of such is the Elder Prince Vassá, who utilized extremely fast tempos, such as vivaces and furiosos, in order to cast devastating flare magics.

Mist color also corresponds to its thaumaturgichemical properties, something that cannot be altered at will and is experienced neurologically through inhalation.

An approximate chart of Mist Effects:

Red - Stop (Full voluntary muscle paralysis)

Orange - Slow (Depressant)

Yellow - Confusion (Stimulant/hallucinogen)

Green - Poison (Neurotoxin)

Cyan - Silence (Vocal paralysis)

Blue - Fear (Stimulant/hallucinogen)

Violet - Berserk (Stimulant)

Pink - Charm (Aphrodisiac, induces euphoria, loss of inhibition and impaired judgement)

White - Sleep (Depressant, mild sedative to general anaesthetic)

Misterians tended to be at least partially resistant to one another's Mist, with family members often being immune due to genetic similarity and prolonged contact. However, their breath still had effect on unrelated Misterians and other beings, which meant masking was culturally mandated. Special Mist Masks were developed that both protected one's delicate lungs and filtered Mist out of exhaled and inhaled air. More technologically sophisticated mask designs were installed at the base of the skull, allowing for nerve interfacing and conscious control over the mask opening and closing. Green-Mists and Violet-Mists were particularly strictly required to wear high quality filters at all times, and manipulation of another using Mist was a criminal offence.

Demonstration of Mist mask functionality.

Colors falling between the main wavelength milestones can have effects of either neighboring effect. Lower saturation of color decreases the effect's intensity.

White Mist is the rarest of Mist colors, and cannot be defined by wavelength as it is the mixture of all other wavelengths. Therefore, it can be considered the "all-rounder" Mist color equally suited to slow and fast tempos, making it perfect for a variety of musical techniques but less specialized, taking longer to master. It is also more attuned to the elemental properties of ice and feels cold to the skin.

Misterian Lungs

Haino E'len and Silei Vassá exhaling Mist.

Misterians possessed a rather unique respiratory system - with two lungs connected to a system of air sacs. The primary lungs were used for respiration as well as Mist production and storage, while the air sacs were responsible for complex pressure maintenance and enhanced in-flight respiration.

Due to the very high pressure within Misterian primary lungs, a puncture wound there was instantly and explosively lethal, causing a decompression of a force proportional to the amount of Mist stored, as well as release of said Mist. With enough pressure, it was not unheard of for the detonation to completely tear open an individual's chest and injure whoever attacked them. As a result of this, Misterian schools of swordsmanship practiced primarily broad, slashing strokes, rather than thrusting. Piercing an enemy's cheat was only plausible in ranged combat or with sufficiently long spears.

As a way to reduce the chance of catastrophic injury, Misterian primary lungs are surrounded by dense cartilage and powerful muscle, which grants a decent amount of protection against trauma. Still, most injuries to the region were considered inoperable due to the sheer complexity of the pressure mechanisms involved, as well as the chance of Mist escaping into the bloodstream and causing rapidly-lethal embolisms.

Flight

Misterian flight is magical in nature, which does not mean their bodies did not adapt to facilitate it. A Misterian can fly due to the supernatural properties of the Mist produced in their bodies, with flight impaired should Mist production suffer as a result of injury or disease. The flight itself is telekinetic in nature and controlled primarily by the mind, as well as the horns, which interact with Mist to fine-tune its control. However, a Misterian cannot normally put their telekinesis to use outside of their bodies - the Royal Knights of Altha'el developed the practice of spell-binding their souls to their weapons to get around that limitation, allowing them to carry heavier weapons. However, telekinesis was still limited and only truly unlocked in Prince E'len through his seamless and complete connection to the Blade of Tiamat, which became a true extension of his body.

Eyes

Mist growling, slitted eyes.

Misterian eyes are comparable in power to those of Earth humans, though they tend slightly towards far-sightedness. They are trichromatic, as opposed to the pentachromatic Windarians, and possess a transparent nictitaing membrane which extends from the medial canthus and can be drawn over the eye to shield and moisten it mid-flight. The membrane is otherwise rarely seen since both sets of lids blink simultaneously, creating the illusion of a humanoid eye.

That illusion, however, cannot extend to the pupil, which is (along with the iris) more vertical than circular. Though Misterian pupils can turn into slits in high light conditions, the usual resting shape is an oval. The strange nature of such pupils may be advantageous in judging distance, something quite crucial in the vast, open skies of Misteria.

Culture, religion and goverment

Dueling Sword Dragons of Vassá and E'len.

Misterian people were predominantly peaceful and naturally came together within the United Kingdom of Altha'el, positioned upon the central continent of Altha'el. Ruled by the Royal Family and protected by their knights, Misterian civilization was quite secure up until the war with Windaria, where large territories were conquered and many Misterians unfortunately slain. The on and off war lasted for a thousand years until the most recent Crimson Ceasefire, signed by the Lord Lua Leián (Crimson Haze), E'len's and Vassá's father.

Misterians as a people valued culture and the arts the most, primarily music and dance, for obvious reasons. Schools of swordsmanship taught in Altha'el seamlessly blended combat with dance, with the most experienced warriors earning the title of "bladedancers". Performative dueling was a common spectacle, the bladedancers' graceful and flowing movements evocative of those of Sword Dragons themselves. A Blade Dance was often accompanied by a Mist orchestra, with the dancers adjusting their movements to the rhythm and tempo of the music.

Tragically, this exquisite culture was lost nigh completely when Chaos attacked, devouring Misteria whole and incorporating a lifeless remnant of the capital into Wonderland as a twisted trophy. Why it left no survivors - only Chaos itself knows, but it is a plausible guess to say it did it to break the Unlimited prince, Haino E'len, who now remains the very last of his glorious people.

Thus, His Majesty will work tirelessly for eons to ensure the tragedy of his homeworld - as well as the world of Windaria - does not repeat.

[gender-euphowrya]

you know how people warn not to mix cleaning products because the chemicals combined might create stuff like mustard gas

i feel like there should be the same common sense when it comes to skincare products

[mistchievous]

wtf jess, first tea and now wine? 🤨 I'm not sure I can be friends with you any more

Don't be jealous of my super correct opinions, Fnuggi.

You too can join the side of the enlightened!

[lightdancer1]

And frankly I don't care what fanon says:

We have seen how Death and Dream interact. She never has a problem calling him on his shit, and the serious shit. I really don't think that Death and Dream discussing Nada in the Season of Mists was the first time it ever came up.

The surprise here would not be that the topic came up, but 1) that Death and Desire, who have a relationship at least as hostile or moreso as Desire and Dream agreed on something of importance and said so in a short span of time, and/or 2) that Dream actually was willing both to listen and to act on it. And here, at least, is one case where the fishbowl would probably make a difference in Dream being willing to hear this and to admit he made a mistake instead of spitefully doubling down and lashing out about it.

I can't see Death staying completely silent about it for 10,000 years. I can see that where she and Dream had some major arguments would have been this and that Dream wouldn't have taken it well in the past. Dream acting on that, Dream admitting he was wrong, is a key turning point in his fate and where he first begins to face the dual choices of changing or death.

[honeysuckle-venom]

My therapist had to cancel tomorrow and I'm not...it's not great timing. I mean it always sucks if she cancels but I just. I'm not. A real person right now. Idk how to explain it but. This is not Ideal.

[theflyingfeeling]

Lol I had saved this on Pinterest meaning to send it to you on Christmas but then forgot to do so 🙈😅 So here it is now! Merry Tuesday night! 😂💖

Awwwww merry Tuesday night to you too!! 🤭🥰 our little Bobby at least is so enthusiastic about life that even a normal Tuesday feels like Christmas to him 😂

[lyriakisser]

ruyggghehhfgxrxgdhhd okay so. mika enstars.

[kuroki---kaze]

Windaria || The Land of Soil

Windaria was a land of soul borne and was a harsh mixed climate of both desert and tree. Few forests littered the land where most soil spread over vast reaches of the ground below the clouds.

It was a place where only the hardy could survive. The sun was hot and the nights were cold no matter where one was and because of this the Windarian people that lived there were a species not to be trifled with.

The Windarian Government was an Oligarchy giving power to a small number of men who were the very top reaches of the government. More over these men were the highest reaches of the Windarian Military. Windarians valued the collective over the individual and would do whatever was necessary to make sure the collective advanced and survived.

They were a race of humanoid like beings with claws and fangs that bled the crystallization of one's soul known as Soil. They worshipped the God of Destruction and Ruler of the Soil Spiral, The Infernal Father, Bahamut. Below him were minor warriors gods but also Gods for medicine and the harvest.

Windarians worshipped the land above all. The land would give all and the land could take all away. They existed in a warrior mentality and the able bodied devoted their lives to the military, as that was the greatest way to show honor and respect for those around you. They dropped countless resources into military and weapons development to protect against the wilds of the Windaria and any invaders that could attack from upon high.

Windaria had a tendency to divide it's people depending on the color of their blood - as the color of one's soil would be reflective in the color they bled. All colors formed the collective, so all colors had a place but some were better at some skills than other and they were named accordingly. It was common practice for the color of one's soil to be reflective in a Windarian's name.

Their gift from the Infernal Father, was the Golden Gun - the Magun itself. It was said that whoever were to become the wielder of such a creation would become a war god and would be able to deal with the Misterican Threat their Celestial Brethren posed during the times of war.

Later deep into this Millennia old feud, the szél-köd tűzszünet was forged with the Misterican King, Helakanpunainen Aurinko causing a ceasefire between their people, but the ceasefire could only hold so long while the two worlds looked for the chosen wielders of their Holy Weapons of the Gods.

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterican Culture and Colorism

We're going to talk about the metaphorical elephant in the room when it comes to Misterica and that's colorism. It's not a good thing and it one of the greatest flaws in their society as a whole. Much like humans show bias through skin tone (racism), some Mistericans show heavy doses of bias due to the color of one's Mist (colorism) and it's nothing to be proud of.

Due to the nature of their religion, Mistericans already relate colors lighter in hue to be 'better' than others because they are 'closer to white' (the hue). This is due to the fact that their Goddess, Lady Tiamat was White ->

Please look at her when I say this so it makes sense. When I say she was "white" I do NOT mean the color of her skin. I mean her hair because that is a reflection of the color of her Mist.

I'll use Joki, Taivas and Sielu as an example of how Misterican Society talks about people. If they were being discussed in Misterican Society, skin color would never come up. They don't care. To Mistericans they're all Blue. One's hair color = the color of their Mist.

The same would be said about Kipinä, Kuu, Kukka, Sydän and Tuulta. In the space of Misterican Society they would tell you these five are all purple.

It's just the same as Sinfonia, Valo and Tuli. In the space of Misterican society they are all Orange.

The classify each other by the color of their mist and the color of their mist is told to the world around them without anyone ever speaking a word. It's the same color as a Misterican's hair no matter what, because of this Misterican considers hair color and their hair in general sacred and dyeing it is something that's never even been conceived of because no Misterican ever would.

That being said, that means Misterican Society classified it's people in the following categories:

Red - The color of the Royal Family. Red Mistericans have held the crown for thousands of years, and this color exclusively shows up within it's bloodline. The color not only is a symbol of power to them but also the sign of royalty. Red Mist's ability to cast Paralyze also gives a certain level of fear to it's bearers. Red is also a dominant trait color as it is one of the Primaries.

Orange - An average color. Many Mistericans are. Has no special qualities and carries no biases as Orange Mist's ability is to cast Silence. A secondary color that can occur in child both from parents of similar colors or because of the mixing colors of their mists.

Yellow - One of the Primaries. A dominant trait color but carries few biases that are largely over looked by the public. Yellow Mist's ability to cast Confusion makes some tread with caution around these people but they are otherwise treated just the same as everyone else.

Green - A secondary color, related to by the public to danger and death. Largely found within the space of the military due to Green Mist's poison nature. It casts Toxic upon exhale and can kill those who inhale it at varying speeds. The only secondary color that carries a secondary effect within it's main. (I.E. Yellow-Green Mist will both confuse you and kill you)

Blue - The last of the primaries and a dominant trait. The first to be considered a "Holy Color" in all shades and tints due to it's relation to Tiamat. Valued highly despite Blue Mist's ability to cast Slow when the user exhales. Highly respected color, even more so the lighter it gets. Considered reliable and dependable. Treated a little bit higher than everyone else.

Purple - A secondary color but the second to be considered a "Holy Color" in all shades and tints due to it's relation to Tiamat as well. Highly valued and considered a respectful color. These people are sought out to be friends and companions in society due to Purple Mist's ability to cast Regen or healing when the user exhales. Considered the color to represent all things medical. This color probably has the easiest time in Misterican Society after Red.

Pink - A tint of red. Should be considered valuable due to it's white nature of it's hue but is instead shunned for Pink Mist's ability to cast Blind when the user exhales. Considered dangerous but less so than other colors. This color is avoided at near all cost and most of its bearers end up in military positions due to their mist's ability.

Brown - A blended tone that is fairly uncommon but not completely unheard of. Avoided by most due to Brown Mist's ability to cast Stone when exhaled. Largely found in military positions due to their mist's abilities. Brown Mistericans have a habit of keeping their masks on at near all times like their green counterparts, and don't make friends outside of their own color because of the nature of their mist. They are also commonly employed by the royal family.

Silver - The Holiest of Colors after White and the symbol of the Church. Silver Mistericans have held power in the Church and the Head of the Religious Council for as long as most MIstericans can remember. Much like the King is Red, the Piipsa (Bishop) is Silver. The Piispa is the head of the Religious Council and Leader of the Church. They are also responsible for half of Misterica's government as their word is extremely valued. Silver Mist's ability to cast Charm can make those around them far more agreeable than they were before but no one seems to notice or say anything about it....

White - The color of Lady Tiamat, the Celestial Mother herself. The Holiest of all Colors and considered the Supreme Color. Misterica's entire religion is built around the worship of this color. Misterican Religion dictates that the Misterican born of this color will be known as the "Child of White" and will be Misterica's destined Savior. The Child of Salvation, themselves. Only one Misterican was ever born to this color as prophesied. White Mist possess the ability to cast Sleep upon exhale.

All this being said, Mistericans also have feelings towards the color Black (the actual hue) and they aren't good ones. They feel this way because they relate the color Black to Lord Bahamut of the God of the Soil ->

So before I go into this I remind you. Mistericans DO NOT classify beings by skin tone. They classify them by the color of their Mist, so when I say "Mistericans don't like Black" I mean the actual hue of Black like paint, NOT SKIN TONE.

So as a reminder:

Aamunkoitto is Pink. Joki is Blue. Kristalli is Pink. Liekki is Green. Palo is Yellow.

If you want the fastest way to categorize a Misterican, simply look at the color of their hair.

All on the same page? Cool. Good.

So due to Bahamut's place within Misterican Religion as "The God of Destruction" and his connection to the color Black, the Mistericans have a very strict view of the color.

Misterican Religion dictates that a great dark will come to destroy the world and when it does it will be met by a "Child of White" who will bring about Salvation but it also dictates that of a "Child of Black" to which that child is called "the child of destruction".

Mistericans view Black as a bad omen and the color of death. Black Mist does not exist but if it did they would have exiled its user no doubt. They are so tied into the belief in Black being a bad omen / ill will / the color of death that they will not wear it. They will wear deep greys but they will not wear black.

The only time a Misterican is seen wearing the color Black is when their Sielun Värit will turn such a color after they are declared a tenet breaker.

That being said Mistericans will also not wear the color White, no matter their own tone because it is the holiest of colors and therefore meant for only the holiest of beings. Only the Child of White is allowed to wear such a color as it marks them as the Celestial Mother's holy vessel.

This is where the Church comes into play on this subject, because Misterica's government is divided into two sections. The Church and the Crown or The Religious Council and the Royal Family. I'm saying this to establish that Misterica's church held the same amount of power over the government as the royal family did. They lived in a theocracy. The Church held power.

So that means when the Church declared certain colors (green, brown and pink) as "less than" or "dangerous" or even went so far as the say "The Celestial Mother loves them less" or "They were her accidental creation" that means most of the populace took that seriously and began to avoid, talk about and segregate the other colors.

It makes it excessively difficult for Mistericans of Pink, Green or Brown to exist in society fully as they are often shown much prejudice and turned down for things like applications for housing or jobs. Many of these colors are impoverished and treated extremely poorly.

On top of this, Mistericans biases show up by simply judging a person by what colors they choose to wear and it's the reason most tend to stay within the boundaries of their own color families because Mistericans will make judgements on each other solely based on the abilities of the mist that color belongs to.

An example of this is how the Royal Knights all wear blue - a holy color and most Mistericans in the medical field will wear purple somewhere on their person as purple mist has healing properties.

Furthermore, The Crown clashes with the Church on these claims and beliefs - saying they are "ludicrous" and "baseless claims found no where in the sacred texts" and that The Church is fear mongering against other colors when they should stand together as a kingdom and they have bigger threats to worry about like the Windarians so they shouldn't be separating each other.

This has public belief divided and most Mistericans torn on what they should believe and it causes a political divide to deepen further between those who side more with The Crown and those who side more with The Church.

And if it doesn't make the divide worse, The Crown backs its claims so thoroughly that 70% of the Palace's employ are Mistericans of the colors Green, Pink and Brown. As if the Royal Family just needs to make a point.

In truth there are no Misterican less than to one another and the Church is fear mongering for it's own gain, but that's another post. Colorism runs the kingdom rampant and has for many many years and it's only become worse since Hopea Sumu's family has come into power.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Can I say how unbelievable it is that Sonic has his own cinematic universe series :3 It still feels so surreal....not only to have his own cinematic universe, but that it is also successful! And very much beloved! And reuniting old fans, and bringing in new ones! There's just so much heart <3

I completely agree, my dear. My heart is filled with such love and compassion for these movies. They will always have a special place inside of my heart. ❤️✨

[darabeatha]

/  GHWGHAWHGAWAW

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[mystery--mist]

People who project real feelings onto not real characters, only to then attack real people with genuine feelings, aren't okay...

Friendly reminder: Block button exists. If there's content you don't like or that triggers you for whatever reason, just block and move on with your life.

You have every right not to share the same tastes or to hold different opinions, but attacking and harassing people, regardless of their preferences (even taboo ones), is not and will never be a legitimate right. There are taboo concepts of fictional pairings that I personally dislike as well, but I would NEVER think of attacking the artist behind the drawing. I simply ignore and move past that kind of content; I don’t waste my time on things I don’t like. Others are free to block if they want; that’s what the block button is for, and they have every right to use it. But you will never become a better person by spending your time attacking others on the internet over fictional content, whether it's characters, pairings, dark fictional stories.

They aren’t real, so stop overthinking it. Learn to distinguish reality from fiction—on both sides.

This just in

[dearestsilhouette]

the verge to make a set of ocs in which half of them are normal until one person does something that traumatizes them all

oh and the other half were also probably traumatized before this

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: Lost and Found on The Isle

Prompt: Y/N escapes her cruel life in Auradon and finds herself on the Isle of the Lost, where she unexpectedly finds love and acceptance among villains, especially in the arms of a certain pirate.

Reader: Female

Word count: 1250

Average reading time: 4 min 35 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warning: This story contains themes of isolation, harassment, emotional distress, and the challenges of feeling like an outsider. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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In a world filled with royals, in a place called Auradon, where everything seemed perfect on the surface, lived a girl named Y/N. Her life, however, was far from ideal. Treated as an outcast and burdened by the cruelty of her peers, Y/N felt like a shadow amongst the vibrant crowd. The isolation weighed heavily on her, and she longed for escape a place where she might find acceptance and a sense of belonging.

One stormy night, Y/N made her decision. She packed a few belongings and slipped away, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope. Her destination? Well... The Isle of the Lost, the dark and dangerous place where Auradon’s discarded villains and their children resided. It was a risky move, but it was her last chance in the hope of finding something different.

As she arrived, the Isle lived up to its reputation. The streets were grimy, the buildings crooked, and the people suspicious. Y/N’s fear only grew with each step. She was an outsider in a world that didn’t welcome her. Wandering through the streets, she found herself cornered by a group of rough-looking guys. Their intentions were clear, and Y/N's heart raced with panic.

Just as the situation grew tense, a loud sound cut through the tension. Uma, the fierce sea witch and leader of the Isle’s pirate crew, emerged from the shadows, followed closely by her loyal crew members Harry Hook and Gil. Uma’s commanding presence and Harry’s rough charm quickly got rid of the threat, and the attackers scattered like roaches under a spotlight.

Y/N’s knees buckled, and she fell to the ground. Harry, with his signature smirk, approached her, his eyes softening ever so slightly when he saw her terrified state. Uma looked on with a mix of curiosity and amusement, while Gil hovered nearby, ever-ready to support his friends.

“Didn’t expect to find a damsel in distress tonight,” he said, his voice a smooth, low rumble. He extended a hand to her, which Y/N hesitantly took. “Name’s Harry Hook. And these fine pirates are Uma and Gil. You’re safe now.”

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling.

Uma’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she gestured to the group. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

In the safety of Uma’s hideout, Y/N felt a strange sense of relief mingled with anxiety. The Isle was rough, but it was also intriguing. Harry, in particular, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He noticed the way she flinched at sudden movements and how her gaze darted around nervously.

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Y/N grew closer. They spent time together exploring the Isle, and Harry, with his charismatic pirate charm, showed Y/N the hidden wonders of their world, the secret hideaways and the beauty behind the grim facade. One evening, as they strolled along the mist covered docks, Harry casually slipped his arm around Y/N’s waist. She stiffened at first but then relaxed into his touch, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Harry’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “You know, darling, this place looks a bit more enchanting with you by my side.”

Y/N chuckled softly, leaning into him. “You always know how to make everything sound so content, so perfect.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled with affection as he leaned in closer. “That’s because with you, everything is perfect.”

One day, while Y/N was wandering alone, a gang of troublemakers started to harass her. They advanced with menacing grins, no trace of remorse for what they are about to do, and Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. Just as she was about to give in to the panic filling her chest. Harry appeared, his expression fierce. He pushed through the crowd, his protective stance clear as he positioned himself between Y/N and the intruders.

“Back off,” Harry growled, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that left no room for argument. “She’s with me.”

The intruders, clearly intimidated by Harry’s status, fierce glare and confident demeanor, backed away, muttering under their breath as they disappeared into the shadows. Harry turned to Y/N, his eyes softening as he gently reached out to caress her cheek. “Are you alright, darling?”

Y/N nodded, tears of relief welling up in her eyes. “I… I didn’t think anyone would come.”

Harry pulled her into a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping her. “I’ll always come for you. You don’t have to be afraid here.”

As their relationship blossomed, so did their affection. Harry would surprise Y/N with stolen kisses during shared meals, as they walked through the market, or even as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. One night, under the starlit sky, they lay together on a blanket by the sea. The sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop as Harry pulled Y/N close.

“Look at those stars,” Harry murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “They’re nothing compared to how you light up my life.”

Y/N turned to face him, her heart aching with love and uncertainty. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe you’re here with me. That someone like you would choose someone like me.”

Harry cupped her face gently in his hands, his gaze unwavering. "You're not just anyone, darling. You're my everything. I chose you because you make me feel things villains aren't supposed to feel. You make me see the world in a way I never knew I could."

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, filled with the promise of a future they could build together. Harry’s hands roamed lovingly over her back, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened.

As their relationship progressed, Uma began to see Y/N’s value beyond just Harry’s affection. She had witnessed Y/N’s bravery and kindness and saw how Y/N fit seamlessly into her crew. One day, Uma called Y/N to her quarters, her expression serious but not unkind.

“Y/N,” Uma began, her tone steady, “you’ve proven yourself to be more than just a lost soul here. You’ve got spirit and heart, and you’ve earned your place.”

Y/N looked at Uma with a mixture of apprehension and hope. “What do you mean?”

Uma smiled slightly, a rare show of warmth. “I’m offering you a spot on my crew. You belong here, and you’ve shown that you’re capable of more than you know. You’ve got the grit and the grace we need.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. “Thank you, Uma. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Uma said with a nod. “Just keep being yourself. That’s all we need.”

With Uma’s approval, Y/N felt a renewed sense of belonging. She continued to grow closer to Harry, their love flourishing amidst the challenges. Whenever danger threatened, Harry was always there, his protective nature evident in every gesture. He would wrap his arms around her, pulling her close during moments of fear, his kisses always a reminder of his devotion.

As the days turned into months, Y/N and Harry’s love blossomed. They faced challenges together, each obstacle only strengthening their bond. In the heart of the Isle of the Lost, amidst the chaos and shadows, Y/N and Harry discovered a love that was pure and unshakeable, a love that healed old wounds and built new dreams. And in that love, Y/N finally found the acceptance and happiness she had always longed for, wrapped in the arms of a pirate who had stolen her heart and made her feel truly cherished.

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Oh yeah no for the love of god DON’T WEAR PLASTIC. Avoid polyester like the plague, it traps moisture in so the sweat can’t evaporate and you will be absolutely miserable. If you can, invest in an all cotton outfit or anything else that doesn’t trap moisture and that includes down to your underwear. Trust me on this, swamp bottom is not fun and WILL cause rashes

Also WEAR SUNSCREEN JESUS CHRIST. I don’t care if you “don’t burn easily” (an excuse I have actually heard a friend who has a skin condition use and oh wow I wonder why you’re skin condition isn’t getting better). If you are going to be outside for any amount of time or will be around windows trust me on this. Yes that includes car windows. The car window will not save you from burning.

If you’re like me and absolutely loathe the texture of sunscreen on your skin, look into water gel formulas. There are some japanese ones that feel very light-weight and do an excellent job protecting your skin. Just make sure you’re re-applying at least every four hours because sunscreen will not last you a full day, especially when you’re sweating.

Also? Sunglasses. Protect your eyes. ESPECIALLY if you have light-colored eyes like I do (basically anything that isn’t brown). That’s not a heat thing though that’s just general life advice.

(Also I know there’s nuance to the skin condition thing but oh god not wearing sunscreen when we’re outside in the sun for literal hours for like two weeks straight probably ain’t doing it any favors, mate)

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae