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incendavery · 2 years
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collage comic about the beaufort wind scale
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blood-injections · 11 months
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Goodnight.
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pallanophblargh · 1 year
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Had a bit of a “regression” this past week where I had stumbled upon and subsequently ripped open an old wound.
I’m always trying to shed my grudges, but their claws are sunk pretty deeply nonetheless. Between the gaslighting and the casual disregard, it’s hard to find any closure. I have to make my own.
I broke my carbon pencil 3 times, at which point I had to call it quits.
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andejoe · 4 months
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No one wanted to ask. Someone had to. It was terrifying. But it made sense.
Of course humanity finally abandoned its planet. Everyone was surprised they hadn’t abandoned it sooner. Still, the concern was there.
What made humanity abandon their planet in a mass event? What thing was finally found to scare them off their favorite death world?
Of course not every last human abandoned the planet, but enough did that Earth was no longer considered ‘inhabited’. Humans flocked to other worlds, most choosing death worlds with similar biomes to the ones they preferred. (And there was a suspiciously armored ship heading towards Disney planet.)
The concerning thing was the humans kept going back. Never landing. Never breaking the atmosphere. Just driving by.
Finally, a delegate was chosen to ask the human council member. Poor Laeri was nervous, but they had been called friend by council member Daryl before. Surely this question wouldn’t be an offense.
“Daryl, may I speak with you a moment?”
Daryl paused, and nodded, careful not to smile. He was well practiced in the art of not offending. “Of course Laeri. What is the matter?”
“Humanity has recently applied for habitation permits for a dozen planets. As soon as the permits were awarded, humans left very quickly.”
“Well sure. The permits took three earth years to be approved. Most of the planet had been preparing for over five years at that point,” Daryl explained.
“Yes, that is not my question. The question is why?”
“Why were they ready?”
Laeri shook their head. “Why did they leave Earth? Humans have made it a point to ‘stick it out’ despite better options being available. Why leave now?”
“Oh, that. Well.” Daryl paused. He knew he didn’t have to report officially yet, but his friend wanted to know. “Will you keep it a secret from the council?”
Laeri paused. The answer being a secret did not occur to them. What could the humans possibly be hiding? Would they be able to hide it as well?
“I do not think I can keep any dangerous thing a secret,” Laeri finally admitted.
Daryl nodded. “Nor would I ask you to. It’s not dangerous, just a little experiment more like.”
“If it is an experiment, then you should speak with-“
“No Laeri.” Daryl interrupted calmly. “This isn’t something we want help with. That’s why we haven’t mentioned anything to the Viyon Academics. We just need time to see if it works.”
Their curiosity finally got the better of them.
“If what works?”
“A new society. A new civilized species.”
Laeri didn’t speak, but either from awe or concern, they weren’t sure. Daryl continued.
“We believe a species evolves when they start to take care of their injured and impaired. It means they have compassion. Well an intelligent species on earth has been observed showing compassion. We simply want to give them the space they require to evolve.”
Laeri considered the intelligent species that lived on earth. They were suddenly very concerned. Had the humans been duped?
“The dolphi are showing compassion?” Laeri asked.
Daryl almost laughed. “Not even close. No, we wouldn’t break the agreement we made. They’re not escaping earth anytime soon.”
Laeri felt immediate relief. “Then which species is it?”
Daryl smiled. He couldn’t help it. He liked birds. “Corvids.”
“But, but they’re so small.”
“We know. That’s why some humans are still there, zoologist types to help them grow, learn, and show them the way.”
“What if another species wipes them out before they get the chance?”
Daryl shrugged. “Well that’s why we left some warriors behind, to help keep the corvids alive while they grow. And of course to keep the dolphins contained. We do take that assignment very seriously.”
Laeri was excited now. Another avian species may be joining the galaxy soon. They wanted to tell everyone.
“Promise you’ll keep the secret?” Daryl asked.
Laeri felt their excitement dash upon the cruel rocks of reality. “I will.”
“Good. Here.” Daryl held out a small computer drive.
Laeri took the drive. “What is this?”
“The live feed of the experiment. You really think we wouldn’t watch? As soon as they reach civilized status, I have to report them. Until then, they’ve been completing some very complex puzzles and problem solving lately. You’ll want to start at the beginning but they post new information all the time.”
Laeri clutched the drive to their feathered tunic. Suddenly the small drive was priceless. “I, must go now.”
Laeri took off as fast as would be ignored by others. Daryl watched his friend, surprised by how excited they were. His watch gave him an alert.
“Ooh, a group puzzle. Wonder if they managed it this time.”
Daryl walked off to his own private quarters to watch the newest update on the corvids.
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genshin-impacted · 1 year
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Exchange of Rings
(Alhaitham x Reader - 5/?) 
Love can speak a multitude of languages. You think you're beginning to turn into a polyglot, and you can only hope Alhaitham can understand. OR change + convenience + hypothesis
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Notes: afab!reader*, second person pov “you”, gn!reader, switches pov with Alhaitham, modern au, arranged marriage, fall first/fall harder, slow burn
*(really) vague mentions of reader having a menstrual cycle
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Not many things have changed since you've come to terms with your feelings for Alhaitham. There is no dramatic reveal, no major shift in perspective. Perhaps you have always been a little in love with Alhaitham, because this self-awareness has given you the chance to love purposefully and unabashedly. 
You buy him small trinkets just to see him smile. They remind you of him (green gems like the necklace he always wears), or you think Alhaitham would get a kick out of how interesting something is. You never thought he would be into art-- and maybe he isn’t. The point is the two of you both still get your kicks out of that one wonky sculpture he bought ‘just because,' so you bring him shiny things as a gift, much like a crow. You think Alhaitham and you both make the same connection because you see him reading a book on corvids the same week you bring back a ‘funny-looking’ marble. 
For the most part, you don't see a lot of the trinkets you buy laying around the apartment. You don’t actually mind if he eventually throws them away. Most of the things you get are cheap and for a bit of a laugh without much actual utility, but you have a feeling Alhaitham has stored them away somewhere safe. 
(The mini, inflatable boyfriend that grows with water is the only thing you know he threw away. You saw him do it, purposely, in front of you with a deadpan expression that still gets you into stitches when you recall it.)
You cook him his favorite meals based on what he's liked of your cooking so far and with a little help from his parents. They were very eager to share their recipes with you, even offering to come over and teach you how to make it. You kindly turn them down– you aren't sure how Alhaitham would feel about being so close to his parents yet– but you appreciate their willingness to lend you help. It is so very evident to you how much they cherish their only son, and their warm wishes for your union with Alhaitham only makes you appreciate them more.
It's freeing, knowing exactly how you feel for Alhaitham. It gives you the courage to invite him to outings just to spend time with him. You try not to overwhelm him with so many invitations, with how much of a homebody he can be, but he has been amenable to all your plans so far, which could not possibly make you any happier. You hike together to see the sunset. You take him out to lunch at the city to try out something new together.
Even for menial tasks, you ask if he wants to come along too. He doesn't always go with you, but when he does pick up to-go with you or drop by the shop to buy something, warmth nestles inside of you from the trip there and back.
You tend to drive on these outings. Just a preference agreed upon by the both of you. You like using your car and Alhaitham likes reading in the passenger side. 'My passenger princess,' you call him teasingly, and Alhaitham always only gives you a shrug, not once denying the allegation. When convenient, you drive him to places he needs to go, though it will always be convenient if you do it for him. This, too, is something you do out of love.
Alhaitham often ‘rewards’ you for your diligence by reading to you in the car upon your request. It's your choice of book usually, if he wants to not have you fall asleep at the wheel. If you were being particularly teasing or bothersome, he pulls out the book on Introductory Harmonic Analysis and reads it to you whether you want it or not. The passenger storage container now fits the emergency kit and two books: the fictional book you want Alhaitham to read aloud and Alhaitham’s book that he keeps for the car rides. Alhaitham's smooth and sonorous voice is a pleasure to listen to, your own personal kindle reader who only pauses when the two of you arrive at your destination. 
In love as you are, you have your off-days. For the most part, you are content with where you are with Alhaitham. You like to think you have a growing understanding of who he is as a person, so you believe even if he isn’t in love with you as you are with him, he has at least grown fond of you. He shows that he cares not through words but through actions, making menial tasks streamlined for you or providing you with help that makes your life easier. He once told you, “To some extent, I want everyone to lead the lives they want to live.” You like to think he has a special interest in making sure that your life is especially to your liking and take it as a hopeful sign of affection.  
Still, some parts of you yearn for open declarations of love. Of someone holding you close and telling you how lucky they are to have you. Of telling someone ‘I love you’ and having them say it back without hesitation. Even the fanfiction you used to read and enjoy, you still enjoy, but your mind always drifts back to Alhaitham and putting Alhaitham into the stories instead. You are by no means blaming Alhaitham for whatever actions or words he cannot give you, but you admit that it makes living with Alhaitham the tiniest bit lonely at times. 
During these sloughs, you deal with it by watching sad videos that make you cry your eyes out. (If it works, it works.) You wipe the tears gathering in your eyes and see Alhaitham, who is beside you in bed reading a book, occasionally glance over with mild concern. He hands you a box of tissues at some point, and you gratefully grab some to dab at your eyes, now completely refreshed after the bout of crying. 
“Thanks, Alhaitham,” you say, returning the tissues to him.
“Sure…” He trails off, watching you carefully. You blink at him, watching as the metaphorical gears turn in his head as he decides whether or not to continue. Eventually, he asks you, “Are you okay?” 
Your heart flutters at the thought of his concern for you the same time you laugh at how worried he looks. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you explain. “Just a few sad dog videos online. Followed by some cute stuff that makes me reaffirm my faith in people. Makes me a little emotional.” 
You see him mutter ‘only a little?’ to himself and let yourself laugh again. Your heart is set to burst with love for him as you put your phone down to throw yourself at his side like you always do. “It’s that time of month again too,” you say.
“I did restock the bag of chocolate in the cabinet today,” Alhaitham tells you. “As for your other items, I just checked whatever you already had and bought the same ones.” 
“You restocked everything for me?” You ask, not even bothering to hide the adoration in your voice. “Thank you.” 
“No need to thank me,” he says, turning back to read his book. “It was convenient for me to get them is all.” It’s what he’s always told you whenever he does something nice for you. But you know the grocery store you both often go to does not have every product that you would need, so you would always need to make an extra stop elsewhere. ‘Convenient,’ he says. It cannot be ‘convenient’ to drive an additional distance away from the apartment to get something he doesn’t need. 
He does it for you, you think warmly. You think you almost tell him ‘I love you’ then.
Instead, you lay your head where his arm rests and gently hook a finger onto his, the closest thing you can get to holding his hand. You think if he asks, you’ll tell him you were just examining his hand, but you hope he lets you stay near him until you fall asleep.
(You sleep earlier than Alhaitham for once, so you do not realize Alhaitham keeps your hand in his until he turns away to put his book down and join you in slumber as well.)
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Something has changed. It is so subtle of a shift that Alhaitham almost doesn't notice. But he is more observant than most, and when the changes involve you, who is often the focus of his observations, it is only a matter of time until he realizes something is different. 
It started when you began to ask him out more often to places. A restaurant, a park, the post office– it doesn't really matter where, but you explicitly seek his company more often. He doesn't always accompany you to your desired destination, but he does it more often than not. After all, reading at home is much like reading in the car when you drive with an added plus of stopping by the library or the local book store if there's time left before supper. And he would rather not leave you unsupervised at a stationary store lest you bring home a box worth of things you 'think' you might use.
Though, he admits convenience is not the only reason. He's also curious about the sudden developments, and perhaps he will understand what has changed and the reasons why if he comes along.
For one, you have been giving him more ‘gifts’ as of late. Small trinkets and baubles that have caught your eye when you pass through the flea market or at the shops while he’s at work all end up in your shared apartment. Some of them reminded you of him, and others you found too amusing to not show him. The most notable trinket you have brought home to him (aside from that inflatable boyfriend you bought as an April Fool’s joke) is an artsy take of a drinking bird and a Newton’s Cradle. When questioned as to why, you responded with “it’s funny” and “you like physics, right?” 
(The answers are 'yes,' and 'you're not wrong, per say.')
Other things you have brought him are marbles you describe to have the same shade of green as his eyes. It seems you’re building a collection because the vase you’ve begun to fill with these marbles you find is getting fuller. Not all the marbles are the same exact color though. Some of it has a twinge of orange or yellow, the green a cooler or warmer tone. When Alhaitham takes note of this, you still insist that they are the colors of his eyes. 
“You don’t get to see them in a different light but I do,” you tell him as you turn into the grocery store parking lot. “It’s hard for you to see your eyes without a mirror, right?”
Alhaitham glances up at the dashboard and closes his book. “I suppose so. Just don't look at me so much while you're driving. I'd prefer to avoid a motor vehicular accident, if possible,” he replies, looking over at you. The incoherent sputter is enough of an answer for him, and he can’t help the huff of laughter despite your grumbling about how you would never do that because you're a safe driver, if he couldn't tell!
(He could tell. Alhaitham just thinks your reactions are amusing.)
Alhaitham would think that the gifts are like tokens of appreciation, though Alhaitham can’t fathom what he has done to warrant such gratitude. Any changes he may perceive, he does not believe he has changed in any way since he has lived with you. Yes, some of his habits are affected by you, but his way of living, the ideals of life that he strives for has not changed. Thus, he concludes that the change must be inward; something must have changed in you for you to be acting differently than before. 
Nonetheless, his observations end up inconclusive. 
Alhaitham can conjecture all he wants, but he cannot prove why the change has occurred. Something has changed the way you act around him, but is it from an active force (a decision, an event, a realization) or is it a change that has simply run its natural course? Alhaitham does not know you before the arranged marriage, so he cannot know whether or not this slight alteration in behavior is a result of you becoming comfortable– if this is simply a ‘you’ that he has only just unlocked. It could be both, he reasons. There is no reason why an active force could not act as a catalyst for your change, but he figures he cannot truly know unless he asks.
Not that he will, though. 
In the end, there is no need for Alhaitham to do a thing. As far as he is concerned, the change has only yielded positive things. He’s been able to understand you more and he’s been able to visit places that would be too far (read: inconvenient) for him to go alone. Your gifts do amuse him, and your desire to spend more time with him is more endearing than annoying as he would have previously thought. 
If there was one point of concern, it would be the fact that you seem… distracted at times. You are a person more present than most, so when he finds you with a far-away look and an almost wistful expression on your face, he finds it cause for notice. It’s a normal occurrence for him to walk into the dining room and find you reading something on your phone. What is not common is seeing you stand at the kitchen counter and stare off into the distance, a call for your name unable to bring your attention to him. 
When Alhaitham peers over your shoulder– perhaps something you read has made you contemplative– and asks what you’re reading, your yelp and jump is so sudden that even he is taken by surprise. You gasp when your phone drops onto the floor with a loud clack. Alhaitham instinctively covers the corner of the counter with his hand as you scramble to pick up the phone and check for any damages it might have attained. 
“Whew, it’s all good.” You sigh in relief. Finally, you look at him and smile sheepishly, the bright gleam in your eye present as always. (Alhaitham doesn’t realize but he feels tension leaves his body the moment he sees your familiar smile.) “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. Did you call for me?”
“Not exactly,” he says. “I was just wondering what you could be reading that would make you so distracted.” He trails off when he sees you freeze like a deer in headlights. 
"Um, uh," you start to say succinctly, looking anywhere but at him. Alhaitham knows he often made you nervous when the two of you first started living together, but this is the first time it has happened in a while. 
When you start to mumble something, Alhaitham raises his hand and stops you. If it's something you don't want to share, he finds no reason trying to make you. "Never mind. It's fine if you don't want to tell me-"
"Well, no, it's not like that," you blurt out. You press a hand to your face in the way you always do when you feel your face grow hot in embarrassment. "It's just, um…" He watches as you bite your lower lip in thought. "You ever heard of fanfiction?"
"Of course I have," he says, and his heart leaps without his permission when he sees you turn your head to him, eyes wide with stars. He wonders if it's truly that much of a surprise, but as you go onto a long-winded and, as it seems, long-time coming explanation of fandoms and fanfics, it's evident that you did not anticipate a warm reception to your hobby.
But he does not judge. Why would he? The effort to determine whether one hobby is worth more than another is simply too much for something that does not affect him. In regards to what is ‘socially acceptable,’ has he ever been one to care what society determines as ‘acceptable?’ You seem to have forgotten this facet of his personality, much to his amusement, murmuring a quiet ‘oh yeah’ when he tells you as much.
He truly believes that writing, in all forms, has its merit. Fictional works have never been his moda operandi, but the written word has always been a part of his life. His father is a professor, his mother is a journalist, his grandmother is a librarian– it doesn't come to a surprise for him that his fiancé is involved with prose to some extent too.
“Oh, and your mom has a blog too, right?” You recall, “I remember you telling me she usually talks about her job on there.”
Alhaitham pauses for a moment in his explanation before nodding in confirmation. Perhaps it should not come to a surprise to him that just as he can remember the minute details of the conversations with you, you can too. He remembers the number of times he’s talked to you about his family can be counted on one hand, much of it in passing detail. And you remembered? He didn’t expect you to, but the fact that you did rather… pleases him.
Throughout this conversation, your expression settles in between gratitude and relief. Alhaitham doesn't think what he's saying is particularly praiseworthy, but the way you beam at him so brightly keeps his lips zipped from any further comments. 
Your gifts to him would make sense in this situation, but instead, you offer to cook him one of his favorite meals. It wasn’t out-of-the-blue, it seems, since you gather the needed ingredients from the refrigerator and begin your prep work, humming all the while. Midway through your preparations, Alhaitham begins to recognize what you’re trying to make: chicken-wrapped shawarmas. 
You must notice his calculating gaze because you shoo him out of the kitchen to set the table for dinner that is rapidly underway. Before long, the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table, and you watch him with rapt attention as he takes the first bite. Alhaitham feels a smile tug at his lips at how tastefully familiar it is, and you match his expression with your own bright grin. 
“Is it good?” You ask, though he is sure you already know his answer. 
“It tastes exactly like how my mother makes it,” he says. The words delicious and flavorful are synonymous with his compliments, and you understand, if the way you duck your head bashfully is of any indication. Alhaitham glances at you almost coyly. "Almost like you have her recipe.”
“I asked her for it," you say sheepishly. "I hope you don’t mind.”
Many facets of your personality, Alhaitham finds, are endearing. The way you shift between pride and humility when he praises you, the effort in which you place into getting to know others, his family included. The thought of you getting along with his parents strangely pleases him as well. It’s not like you’re marrying his family (just him; though some books have said marriage is the joining of two families…) and his family’s approval has never been something he needed. But the idea of his parents and you enjoying each other’s company is a nice thought. Alhaitham takes another bite of the shawarma and thinks about his grandmother and how she would also like you as you are: lively, witty and kind. 
He must have been quiet for a moment too long because you tilt your head at him curiously. “Is it your turn to be contemplative today?” You tease, spreading the yogurt sauce into the pita bread.
It is only a hypothesis, but he finds no harm in sharing his thoughts. “I was just thinking my grandmother would like you too,” Alhaitham says. “As it seems my parents seem to have taken a liking to you. My mother does not share her recipes with just anyone.”
“W-Well,” you stammer, fidgeting with your plate like you are wont to do when shy, “it’s because I’m cooking for her son, of course she would send me the recipe. But, um…” You trail off, looking down at your shawarma. “Your grandma… I know how much you care for her. You really think she would like me?” 
You look worried when you ask. Though he cannot empathize, Alhaitham does understand why you would be concerned just because of who you are as a person. Of course, you would worry about what his family thinks, about making a good impression. You value family, so it is only natural for you to want to be a part of his family.
He believes your worries are misplaced though; there is no reason to worry when he is almost certain that his family already loves you. Hypothesis yet to be proven, he thinks, but he imagines you are one family visit away from being included in his mother's journal entries, invited to his father's outdoor barbecue, and doted on by his grandmother who will squeeze your cheeks. The thought of it soothes him.
Alhaitham also predicts if you ever bring up meeting his friends (or more likely, when they bring up meeting you), they will end up liking you too. You might even laugh at Cyno's jokes while making glances with Tighnari and Dehya who will like you the moment they realize you win arguments against Alhaitham. Nilou and Kaveh will especially get along with you. You are a creative soul, and they will know almost immediately and flock to you like birds of a feather. 
It is not hard to imagine, Alhiatham thinks. You are easy to love.
“Yes, I’m quite certain my grandmother would like you," he says finally, much to your relief. "You'll find them much more agreeable than me."
"Well, that's not much of a competition, is it?" You joke, and you laugh when he quickly snatches the condiments you were reaching for out of a pretense of spite. 
Even Alhaitham cannot hide the hint of a smile when you complain to him. It’s all an act when you do it, goading him into bantering back and forth with you. A well-laid trap that he willingly walks into because it feels easier to do so than not. Sometimes, though, he watches you whine and gripe about something to see what you would do without his responses. 
Like tonight, when you roll into bed with him at what you consider an early bedtime, you tell him you can’t sleep, looking up at him anticipatorily for a reprieve that he can provide you. Alhaitham knows you want him to read to you. It’s something he does for you often, in the car, in the living room. You find his voice soothing, perfect to lull you to sleep, so you say. He isn’t prone to mischief, but even he finds ways to amuse himself at the tiniest of your expense.
“Alhaitham…” 
“Yes, what is it?” 
Alhaitham doesn’t have to glance away from his book to know that your lips have formed into an involuntary pout as you decide whether or not to ask him to– for a lack of better words– read you a bedtime story. You find yourself embarrassed at the strangest (to him) of things, not that Alhaitham is complaining. He gets to flip through a few pages of his book as you stew in your thoughts, and it’s as if Alhaitham can see the mental gymnastics you’re doing to work yourself up to ask for something you want. 
“If it isn’t any trouble,” you begin, and Alhaitham already begins to mentally sift through the possible books he can read to you before you even finish asking. He thinks anything might do if his voice truly has that effect on you, but if a story isn’t necessary, math will do just fine to put you to sleep. “Can you read something to me for a little while?” You scramble with your words for a moment, “Just until I fall asleep, I mean. If you don’t mind.” 
“Is that all you wanted to ask?” Alhaitham can’t help but say just to watch you huff in mild indignation. A smile is on his face before he even realizes it. “How’s the book I’m reading right now?” 
Even now, he still startles slightly when you snuggle right up to him, if only to squint at the book cover he’s currently holding. When you tell him that anything is fine, his heart has already begun to settle again, your warmth comfortable and familiar at his side. And he begins to read. 
It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. You’re on your side, breathing steady, with your head in the center of the bed where you moved in closer to him. As animated as you are, with your body language and your expression, it is something of a novelty to see you be so still in sleep. Alhaitham feels something stir inside his chest as he watches you for a moment longer, his hand reaching out to pull the blanket up higher to tuck under your chin. 
Alhaitham doesn’t know how long he sits there in his own thoughts, but eventually he finds himself getting ready for bed as well. He turns off the lamp on his bedside table and gets under the covers, turning toward the center of the bed where you still are. It’s a little cramped on his side, but he finds he would rather keep you where you are than run the risk of waking you up to move you. It was due to his efforts that you’re now asleep, after all, so it would only be a hassle to ruin all that work. 
And it is a cold night tonight. Spring is fickle with its temperatures, with its sunny mornings and cool sunsets; your presence by his side serves only to make his sleep more comfortable. It’s why he’ll let you stay as close as you are- among other reasons he can think of, and he thinks he can come up with more. 
There are two thoughts that run through Alhaitham’s head before he falls asleep. One, he’s pleasantly surprised that you’ve been able to keep up the habit of sleeping early like you had hoped for. And two, he can smell your shampoo from how close you are– the scent of citrus that suits you so well staying with him even in his dreams. 
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cordeliahrose · 1 year
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Lucifer
Lucifer is a Latin word coming from the words lux, meaning light, and fero, meaning to bear or to carry. Literally translating to light-bearer.
Lucifer as a Roman Deity
Lucifer has had many faces throughout history. One of these being the Roman deity of the morning star, or Venus, considered the male equivalent of the goddess Venus. He is attributed to being the god of enlightenment and illumination. Lucifer is often depicted carrying a torch, and said to be equal in beauty to the goddess Venus. Due to being the morning star, I can also see Lucifer being associated with war as well. Especially considering his association with learning and knowledge, as well as that Venus also historically had war epithets. 
In the Greek pantheon, they separate the morning star and the evening star into two seperate deities, being Phosphorus/Eosphorus and Hesperos. Eosphorus meaning “dawn-bringer”, and Phosphorus meaning “The bearer of light”. Phosphorus and Hesperos are the sons of Eos, Goddess of dawn, and Astraios, God of dusk. Phosphorus is the father of the Hesperides, nymphs of the evening time and light of the sunset.
Lucifer in Abrahamic Religions
Historically, Lucifer was never mentioned in the Bible at all. His name being associated to Christianity nowadays is due to a mistranslation of a poem about a fallen king. However, he is a big part of Christian culture now, and there are myths associated with him. 
Lucifer was said to be the most beautiful and intelligent of God’s angels. He was God’s right hand. Until he defied God. There are many different versions of the fall of Lucifer. 
One version of this story says that Lucifer became overly prideful of himself, his beauty, intelligence, power, that he thought himself worthy of being worshipped equal to God. Because of this, God cast him out of heaven.
Another version is that Lucifer was jealous of Jesus Christ. He gathered the angels and brought forward the idea of worshipping him instead of Jesus. Some of the angels sided with Lucifer, while others did not. There was a meeting between God, Lucifer, and all of the angels in which God said that their rebellion was unforgivable. There was a war between the two sides, but ultimately God and his angels won. Lucifer and the angels who followed him were banished from heaven.
Lucifer in Modern Witchcraft
In more modern witchcraft, there is a tradition which states that Diana, queen of witches, created Lucifer when she split herself into two pieces, darkness and light. She kept the darkness for herself, and Lucifer kept the light. Lucifer and Diana also have a child, Aradia. In this tradition, Lucifer is seen as the god of light, and masculine energy. One of the most influential sources for this tradition is The Gospel of the Witches by Charles Godfrey Leland.
Lucifer in Demonolatry
In demonolatry, Lucifer has many titles. Prince, King, Emperor, Lord. Lucifer is a demon of transformation, enlightenment, awakening, self-discovery, self-empowerment, and more. He is usually attributed to the element of air, and also pride.
Lucifer’s Associations
Anything with the * symbol next to it means that it is my own UPG.
Animals:
Snakes
Rams
Peacocks
Corvids (crows, ravens)
Cats
Spiders
Moths
Colors:
Black
Grey
Gold
Red
Teal
Blue, especially pale blue*
Purple* 
Crystals:
Obsidian
Onyx
Hematite
Celestite
Seraphinite
Garnet
Sunstone
Clear quartz
Carnelian
Ruby
Copper 
I am aware that copper isn’t a crystal. 
Plants:
Apples
Pomegranates
Roses
Cinnamon
Cloves
Lavender
Blackberries
Sage
Black pepper
Garlic
Lilac
Spicy peppers*
Other:
Stars
The number 7*
Spring equinox
Autumn equinox*
Offerings
Strawberries
Blackberries
Chocolate
Apples
Pomegranates
Honey
Spicy foods*
Sweet things, especially baked goods
Juices, especially apple or grape
Coffee
Roses
Feathers
Devotional Acts
Shadow work
Learn about the sciences or the arts
Create art of any kind
Face your fears
Learn about any of his associated animals
Magical workings, especially those that fall under his sphere of influence
Learning in general
Developing  your psychic abilities and spiritual senses (the clairs)
Spiritual progression
Anything marked with the symbol * means that it is my own UPG
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plural-void · 5 months
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i did a draw
i made some dinos that I have in minecraft
also in that one Jurassic park or world game
where you own dinos
i did a battle royale
yeah
have the art
(warning, trex and spino at end have some blood)
this is pipsqueak, my allosaurus that isn’t actually tamed because I have to have a scarab beetle and hurt him and I’m too much of a wimp to do it
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Here’s my kelenken
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And pachys (don’t mind Spamton being there)
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Dienos (something like that)
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Toastu, the winner of the battle! (Not buffed at all because carnos are my favorite dino) (also named after the gaming beaver calling carnos toasts)
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WARNING FOR BLOOD
Spinooooooooooooo, who died by stego lmao
And Rexi, who died really early by the same stego
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-Corvid
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deityofhearts · 5 months
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Please tell me about your unhinged druid? 👀💖
So my sweet bird man Trinket (full name Trinket Laurel Vaunt) basically he was adopted by an unkindness or wereravens after he was left as an offering to the deity they worship (the deity who’s name is currently Mare is the deity of wishes, corvids, and the night and people often leave offerings in exchange for their wish(es) to be granted, Trinket’s birth parents sought them out wishing for riches and status, Mare was disgusted by their disregard for life and offering their own child but accepted the offering and granted their wish since they didn’t want for Trinket to be returned to such terrible parents, along with the wish being granted a curse was cast, one of the parents was cursed to become a bird like beast similar to the wereravens but without the ability to choose when they transform and also would lose their humanity and mind) Trinket was raised by the wereravens, specifically by Chariot (high priestess of Mare) and Charm (ex adventurer, Chariot and Charm are wives) and was beloved by all the wereravens and Mare! Things were wonderful for Trinket, he lives a happy and carefree life, he become a Druid early on so that he could have a closer connection to nature and his loved ones (fun fact! He transforms into a crow, he didn’t realize the difference as a child and now he’s committed to being a crow, also I didn’t mention already but Trinket is a drow)! Until his family was attacked and taken from him! The basic gist is that there is an eclipse and during it the werecorvids revert and are stuck in their bird form until it passes, this isn’t like a bad thing or anything but it unfortunately made it the perfect time for them to be ambushed! By then his point in Trinket’s life his parents have already fallen victim to the curse Mare placed on them and felt betrayed and like Mare had tricked them so they sought revenge by taking what was most important to Mare, their wereravens! They also destroyed the alter connecting them to Mare, took all the offerings that they’d collected and destroyed the whole village or whatever! Trinket tried his best to protect and defend his family but the people who his birth parents sent out numbered him and were too strong, he was only one person. After this he went to the neighboring villages and begged for help but was turned down as he had nothing to offer in exchange for their help! Eventually he grew to hate mortals and his heart hardened! Now he’s trying to get revenged against the people who took his family and get them back and as said int he tags he will fight anyone who gets in his way!
So so SO sorry this is so incoherent I cannot voice things well and am writing this whilst doing other stuff, ahdjfjtk I need to work more on Trinket tbh. Art of Trinket can obvs be found at my artblog @lovecoredeity
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ash-crane101 · 3 months
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Character Introduction:
“I’m Ash. Ash Crane. I am currently living with my beautiful soon-to-be-wife, Brianna, who I’ve known since I was 8. My bride-to-be isn’t a native Gothamite because she lived in Sacramento from birth until we were both 8 years old, which is when she and her family first moved to Gotham. Me, However, I’m a native gothamite. We’re currently living in a dorm room together, studying different things(she’s studying Law for a major so she can become the next DA, but her minor is Psychology, I’m studying fine arts with a minor in psychiatry), we both make time for planning our wedding and dates. I’m a afab enby lesbian, she’s a cisgender omnisexual and omniro. I’m also a mildly autistic vigilante simply named “Corvidae” it’s simple, and alludes to multiple different birds because some types of birds are considered corvids, rather than just one type of bird in the corvid family. And I choose it because I think it symbolizes my allusion to me being both female and male, although I am not those genders. I am also apart of the batfamily. So are both my older brother and older (brother-turned)sister. They are also corvid-themed vigilantes. My sister is Crow, and my brother is Corvus. We’re so far the only corvid-themed members.”-💀🖤Ash
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grelleswife · 5 months
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With Tumblr staff being reduced to a skeleton crew and website shutdown rumors going around where can ppl find you? Where should the kuroshitsuji fandom migrate to?
At this point, I imagine most folks are keenly aware of the issue anon mentioned above…but, if not, here’s the post summarizing the recently-announced downsizing of Tumblr’s staff, which doesn’t bode well for the site’s longevity. While this news was disheartening, however, I’m not giving in to despair just yet. Others have pointed out that Tumblr isn’t likely to vanish overnight in a puff of smoke; instead, we should probably expect a more gradual decline. If anything, blogger khaleesi notes that a frantic mass exodus would do more harm than good, since a dwindling userbase will lead to Tumblr’s already meager profits drying up. I can only speak for myself, but this obstinate rat has no intention of abandoning ship. If staff wants me gone, they’ll have to chase me into the sea with a pitchfork. 😤 🐀
But it never hurts to have a contingency plan or three to keep our fandoms afloat.
While I’m typically most active here in the blue wilderness, you can also find me on:
AO3 @ grelleswife
Almost all of my fics have been uploaded here. I might look into making some type of collection for my fandom asks, as well.
Twitter @ rmglawliet
Where I retweet gay fanart of my cherished blorbos
Instagram @ redladydeath17
An empty and largely-neglected account that’s collected a fine layer of dust, though I stick around for updates about Kazuki Kurusu’s domestic life.
Discord @ grelleswife
I’m a member of a couple of Kuroshitsuji Discord servers, including one hosted by @cherumie that has more of a focus on Grelle and the reapers. It’s a safe space in the midst of Kurohell (no proshippers/mangrellers allowed), and the people who hang out there are pretty neat! ☺️ If you’re feeling adventurous, you could also strike out on your own and create a server for your friends in the fandom that’s catered to y’all’s specific tastes.
Fandom email account @ [email protected]
If you’re in an epistolary mood and wish to send me a missive.
Unfortunately, I’m afraid I don’t have a clearcut answer to your second question. Even if Twitter wasn’t currently ablaze (unlike the phoenix, I doubt it will ever rise to its former glory), the site’s layout isn’t amenable to Tumblr-esque blogging. To add insult to injury, Kurotwt is crawling with Seb*ciel fujoshis, though there are a handful of cool accounts to be found. I’ve heard horror stories about the Amino, while Insta is flooded with stolen, uncredited art. I’m vaguely aware of sites like Pillowfort and Dreamwidth that might serve as viable alternatives, but I don’t know enough about either to give you an informed opinion. Mutuals, do y’all have any suggestions for anon?
At the end of the day, I’ll follow my sector of the Kuro corvid flock whither they may wing. No matter how inhospitable the terrain, I’m sure we’ll find a way to build ourselves a cozy nest!
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doritopaw101 · 2 years
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So what are the ranks and their meaning in the colonies/guild (sorry I forgot what you called them I just know you don’t call them clans)
Also asking for advice do you think I should make up some ocs? I’m already adding some bloodclan cats in the clans since I doing away bloodclan and some of the cats from warriorClan is going to be born in later arcs..but maybe I should make some ocs to keep the bloodline fresh
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Sorry this took so long. 
For the second question, I say add as many as you want or feel you can write. I’ve been adding some ocs for gene pool reasons and some for my own enjoyment of hypokits. 
We need to keep these bloodlines fresh as we possibly can since we know the erins did absolutely fuck all. Just make sure not to add to many but enough to help strength the gene pool. 
They are The Guilds or The Startouched Guild Alliance, though most cats tend to forget the ALLIANCE part. 
Universal roles: 
Commander/Warden/Captain/Chief: the leaders of the guilds, one of the highest ranks one can achieve. They are granted up to nine lives from the stars and bare either a star or moon somewhere on their body. 
Monarchs: these cats are the structure of calmness for the nursery. They are in charge of keeping track of bloodlines.They deem who and who isn’t welcome in the nursery. 
Lieutenant/Head Advisor/Second/Assistant: the second in command of their guilds. Part of the highest ranks. 
Medic/Cleric/Mender/Warlock/Witch: The healers of the guilds. They are tasked with the ways of healing. 
Seers: aside from The Rushing Breeze, these are a rare rank in the other guilds. Typically also known as prophets. These cats have a strong connection to the stars, some say they are half ghost. 
Caretakers/Nurses: these cats are charged with caring for the guilds young. Often tasked with a litter in their care. 
Messengers: cats who deliver messages to other guilds at a moment’s notice. 
Teachers/Drill Sergeants: cats who oversee the training process and are tasked to find compatible mentors for the young cats. 
Soldiers/Rangers: cats who don’t specialize in a specific field of career. The general population of a guild. 
Craftclaws/Smithstones: the crafty cats of the guilds. Whether smelting with stone or crafting with pelts, they are a valued rank for their skill with their claws on something other than fighting. 
Seniors/Veterans: retired cats who have earned their rest.
Specific guild roles: 
The Blazing Forest 
Calvary: the guilds most skilled fighters. Every cat is trained in fighting but these cats are trained to grow past that and display the best of skills of their guild. 
General: the ‘commander’ of sorts of the calvary. The cat who is tasked with choosing the next guild defenders.  
Hunters: cats trained specially in the art of the hunt. 
Battle Medic: a duel rank of medic and soldier. Best of both worlds some could say. 
Cats of The Plaguing Darkness
Builders: cats who work on the camp as a whole. Reinforcing walls and the territory itself. Helping the witch/warlock builds gardens or bogs for herbs as well. 
Spies: the guild’s most deadliest cats. Trained in silence and gathering information from the other guilds. 
Corvid: the speakers of the birds. They are taught bird’s tongue and are tasked with keeping the balance between the birds and the cats. 
Cats of The Rushing Breeze
Moor-runners: the hunt on the surface of the territory. Flushing rabbits for the guild to eat and checking the territory in a basic sense. 
Tunnelers: cats who work in the underground. They create tunnels for escape ways and for hunting. 
Guards: cats who range the outer ways of the territory. Cats who’ll see when you pass to highstones. Trained to always be ready to defend the camp. 
Keepers: cats who learn the languages of other animals such as foxes and badgers and work with them. They keep track of all sorts of traditions and phrases. They also help with trading with outside groups. 
Advisors: Cats who are most likely descendants of Windstar. Next in line to be head advisor. They help organize patrols and help the warden make decisions alongside the head advisor. 
Cats of The Cold River
Instructors: unlike teachers, these cats oversee a specific skills such as fighting and diving. They watch over for that specific rank and help other cats train it to the fullest. 
Divers: cats who dive below the surface of the river to collect seaweed and deeper prey such as crawfish. 
Watchers: cats who look for signs of flooding and any other dangers in the waters. Typically taken by cats who prefer solitude
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incendavery · 1 year
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nvghtingale · 2 years
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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐄  .
      ── from  @nourflage​ .
droplets  of  rain  tap  -  tap  -  tap  against  the  window  of  the  car  as  it  weaves  through  the  streets  of  monaco.  the  night’s  air  captures  the  light  cast  by  a  thousand  windows,  life  gleaming  within  the  buildings,  and  expectations  rapidly  forgotten  as  streetlights  they  pass.  tap,  a  droplet  against  the  window,  racing  downwards  and  off  the  back  of  the  car.  tap,  another,  merely  a  speck  against  glass  before  it,  too,  vanishes.  tap,  a  third  ──  fourth,  fifth,  ephemeral  visitors  that  leave  a  rapidly  vanishing  wisp  of  a  trail  behind  them.  much  like  nour  and  isabele  themselves.
two  women  sit  in  the  back  of  a  car  while  a  third  drives,  they  blend  into  a  multitude  of  vehicles  with  ease  ──  much  like  isabele  melted  into  her  surroundings  during  an  art  auction,  having  slipped  away  and  taken  a  prized  artifact  for  herself.  a  tiara  tucked  safely  into  a  box,  in  turn  concealed  within  her  purse.  she  brings  it  out  now  and  opens  it  just  slightly  ──  enough  to  peek  in  with  a  cheshire  -  cat  grin  upon  excited  features.  this  is  one  of  her  first  heists,  and  the  rush  of  completion  lives  within  her  bloodstream  as  the  gleam  of  diamonds  takes  residence  within  the  shine  of  her  eyes,  reflection  of  all  that  is  bright  and  shiny.
❛  n  ──  snow  owl,  ❜  she  rapidly  amends,  giddy  laughter  drowning  out  the  first  trace  of  a  dangerous  slip  -  up,  ❛  we  did  it.  holy  shit,  we  did  it.  ❜
❛  it  isn’t  over  yet,  isa.  ❜  a  hand  placed  over  her  own,  it  is  nour  who  closes  the  box  and  conceals  the  beautifully  arranged  gems  from  view.  she’s  right  ──  of  course  she  is.  over  the  time  they’ve  shared  together,  isabele  has  quickly  gleaned  that  nour  is  almost  always  right.  she  is  worth  every  ounce  of  trust  that  isabele  has  given  her.  and  nightingale,  in  turn,  hopes  to  be  someone  snow  owl  can  turn  to.  she  just  wants  to  be  a  good  friend.
so  far,  so  good  ──  they’ve  steadily  forged  a  friendship  built  upon  the  foundation  of  understanding.  they  both  have  debts  to  repay.  they  are  on  the  same  team,  they  are  expected  to  work  together  …  and  they  do.  beautifully,  in  fact.  nour’s  designs  fit  isabele  perfectly  and  turn  her  into  someone  who  evades  any  recognition,  isabele  aids  nour  however  she  can.  sometimes  that  means  standing  perfectly  still  while  measurements  are  taken.  others,  it  means  sitting  by  nour’s  side  and  singing  along  to  the  music  played  by  fei’s  radio  station  if  it’ll  entertain  her,  keep  her  up  and  working  diligently.  charm  meets  charm,  elegance  meets  elegance,  poise  meets  poise  ──  friend  meets  friend.
❛  perhaps  that  is  not.  however  …  there  is  something  i  can  wrap  up  right  now.  apologies  for  the  presentation,  darling  ─  i  was  in  a  bit  of  a  rush.  ❜
grin  turns  playful  as  isabele  lets  her  purse  rest  upon  nour’s  lap  and  tucks  right  hand  into  her  coat’s  pocket.  from  it,  she  extracts  a  ring  ──  polished  gold,  featuring  an  owl’s  head  crowned  with  oak  leaves.  owl  emerges  from  leaves  victoriously,  dazzling  eyes  two  diamonds  looking  out  upon  the  world  with  the  same  boldness  as  nour  herself.
isabele  takes  nour’s  hand  in  her  own  and  slides  the  ring  onto  her  finger  with  a  smile.  ❛  listen  ──  i  know  it’s  too  literal  and  you  may  not  like  it  very  much,  but  i  found  it  pretty  …  and  it  reminded  me  of  you.  so  i  may  have  snatched  it  up.  ❜
a  giggle,  isabele  attempts  to  fall  into  silence  as  she  brings  a  finger  up  to  her  lips,  though  she  is  unable  to  wipe  the  smile  from  her  features  entirely  ──  eyes  still  crinkle  at  the  edges,  corners  of  lips  are  still    quirked  upwards.  
❛  promise  you  won’t  tell  the  corvids  ?  i  don’t  want  to  get  told  off.  it’s  just  a  ring.  ❜
just  a  ring  that  could  have  thrown  everything  off  ──  it  doesn’t,  as  people  are  far  more  preoccupied  with  a  missing  tiara  full  of  prized  gemstones  than  they  are  with  a  single,  small  ring.  just  a  ring,  with  an  owl’s  face  upon  it.  just  a  ring,  just  an  offering,  just  an  honest  display  of  friendship.  one  of  many  gifts  to  come.
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crownamedblue · 1 year
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Hey, let’s talk about aesthetics
(Written for a school newspaper)
To the readers of the Chariot,
In case you haven’t gone outside recently, surprise, it’s cold. I know, shocker. This- I’d hope- would inspire a change in aesthetics for some. For the purposes of this article, aesthetics are to be defined by a certain look, mood, or vibe. This means it applies to clothes, accessories, and anything else that can be decorated, modified, or chosen specifically. This also means that any and all adults most likely stopped reading the second they saw the word “vibe.” For those that stuck around, I’m not sorry, this isn’t for you, and very little of this will make sense. That being said, let’s talk about some killer fall/winter aesthetics. 
First on the list, inspired by my recent love of sweaters, is Academia as a whole. Academia, as a descriptor, is defined by being related to college or further scholarship. Academia, as an aesthetic, is defined by little london boy being sent to private school, among many other things. We’ll begin with the fit, see here at least two layers, usually a sweater over a button down. Color tones are usually browns in combination with darker shades. Jewelry, specifically in shades of gray, is always appreciated, and books of some kind are necessary. The aesthetic is versaille, ranging from scruffy rebel still forced to wear the uniform, to loner art kid with fingertips stained with charcoal/graphite, to preppy charismatic leader who may or may not be the villain of the story.
Next off is Halloween! It’s Halloween season and I refuse to admit anything otherwise. My friend you need black, you need orange, you need purple. Mon amie you’re gonna need some fake blood and an absurd amount of makeup. No I don’t care that it’s September, it’s Halloween season. Wear those fake teeth! Those black cat thigh highs are necessary! That witch hat headband does not violate the dress code! (it very well actually might, and I hereby deny any and all responsibility that comes from the making of this statement) It is spooky season and I will not shut up about it, we diehard fans of Halloween are the only thing that stops Christmas from encroaching even further. You cower behind our DIY costumes, as we collectively confront the horde of snowmen. We and our “needless obsession for spirit Halloween” make up the STALWART SHIELD PROTECTING YOU NON-BELIEVERS FROM THE JOLLY RED MAN AND HIS HORDE OF ELVES. WE WILL NOT STAND DOWN, WE WILL NOT SHUT UP, WE WILL DEFEND THE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT, BOTH THE AESTHETIC, THE SPECTER, AND THE POP-UP STORE! Ahem…
I got really excited about the first two, as they are my favorites. Not nearly as much detail will be given for the rest, but y’all have instagram and TikTok, It’s not as if they’re hard to find. Starting off with Goblin-core, meaning greens and browns and ratty clothing. Congratulations, your compulsion to grab random things that you personally think are cool can now be spun as “dedication to the aesthetic.” There’s grunge, needing a band tshirt, a flannel, and jeans. Next up is goth, all black, all the silver, all the time. May I introduce to you corvid-core: goblin core in random items, but all black and well put together in clothing. Also on the list is cryptid-core, because mothman is cool and everyone needs to appreciate that. Everyone also needs to appreciate simple eye imagery and all sorts of other cryptids. Just for the men, it’s “straight?” where the fit is fire, you’re wearing jewelry/nail polish, and you look too good for people to fully believe that you’re hetero. For those looking to achieve this look, ask your girlfriend for advice on what to wear. For those who are rather decidedly not straight, try queer-core, where anything and everything works, so long as it looks amazing and is a little bit weird. Under this aesthetic falls different colored makeup, mashups of other styles, and subtly/not so subtly incorporating the colors of whatever your current identity is. You’re valid and I love your earrings. 
Fair warning, looking up these different aesthetics can and will push your algorithm into wanting to give you more ideas. This article is mostly just meant to start your journey into all that, there’s so much more to find outside of this specific instance. If we’re looking for more ideas still, here’s just the names of some more aesthics: cabincore, adventurecore, cottagecore, skatewear, Victorian, glitchcore, fallwear, pink goth, white goth, ska, androgynous, steampunk, cyberpunk, biker, pastel core, carnivalcore, casinocore, fairycore, femfatalle, feral, emo, indie, punk, and electroswing. There are still so many more I’ve yet to mention. What this means is that you have no excuse to just wear a sweatshirt and basketball shorts. Please, I’m begging you, no more basketball shorts, enough is enough, you’re giving high school boys a bad name. They’ve already ruined their image, you don’t need to add to that. Regardless of what you wear or what aesthetic you ascribe to, be confident in yourself. You deserve it. Last but not least, don’t forget that WE ARE THE ONLY THING PROTECTING YOU FROM THOSE BELLS JING-A-LINGING, AND WE WILL DIE BEFORE THAT COOKIE EATER SHOWS HIS SORRY FACE BEFORE OCTOBER. 
-Sincerely, Blue
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2, 6, 8, 12, and 19 for Delia and 4, 8, 12, 18, and 22 for Elias?
— DELIA
2.) Do they have any unusual collections or items in their home?
Oh, absolutely. Delia is a curio collector — the stranger, the better. She favors corvids and moths in particular, but will purchase anything that “speaks” to her. Most of her collection was lost in the fire, but money remained no object after her inheritance was dispensed. The collection began again.
6.) Do they prefer tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?
Tea, by a mile. Delia isn’t one for sweets, and doesn’t care for the taste of coffee. Give her a nice cup of Earl Grey instead.
8.) What’s their favorite way to keep warm (coats, a fireplace, a hug, etc.)?
A fireplace, though this (understandably) changes drastically after an improperly tended to fireplace robs her of her entire family. She prefers a heavy blanket after that. Do not touch her.
12.) What’s their weirdest or most irrational fear?
Touch. Even as a baby, she would wail when touched by someone other than her “chosen few”. There was no catalyst, no traumatic event that made her averse. She simply prefers to go through life untouched by the hands of strangers and casual acquaintances. Her loved ones know to allow her to initiate any type of physical affection.
19.) What would be their plan or weapon of choice in a zombie apocalypse or alien invasion?
Exiting the waking world altogether, one way or another. She’s not got the time or patience for that.
— ELIAS
4.) Do they like horror as a genre?
Not particularly. He found it either tacky or hysterical. Sometimes both. Oftentimes both. He was a bit of a snob in that respect, favoring more “intellectual” (if you ask him, anyways) pursuits over silly films. He’s more open to horror in novel format, particularly more gothic leaning tales. Art imitates life, or whatever.
8.) What’s their favorite way to keep warm (coats, a fireplace, a hug, etc.)?
Also (quite morbidly, as it turns out) a fireplace, though he was infinitely more open to a hug (and the motions that follow) than his sister ever is.
12.) What’s their weirdest or most irrational fear?
Elias was afraid of birds and found himself often a bit unnerved by his sister’s fondness for corvids. He saw The Birds quite young. Tippi Hedren stuck with him.
18.) Would they ever visit an allegedly haunted building?
Absolutely. His upbringing and family line left him with absolutely zero fear of the paranormal, even without factoring in his innate boldness. Elias approached life (and death, for the matter) with very little fear (birds notwithstanding). He would’ve been the guy laughing at a haunted house.
22.) If they had a familiar, what type of animal would it be?
A snake, probably. Elias was incredibly skilled at slithering his way into (and out, should the situation prove to be undesirable) circumstances that served him. His particular brand of charm always came with a bit of moral grayness — a tinge of self-serving ambition tarnishing an otherwise good man. Elias was many wonderful things to so many people, but there was no denying he was a user to others.
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@vilestblood said: ❝ I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well. ❞
from the cruel prince starters [accepting!!]
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That earns a chuckle — low and rumbled, loud but restrained, enough to make the blood around their feet vibrate gently, rippling with its tie to the Lord’s amusement. The demigod gestures with an open hand out towards the river of blood that stretches far behind him, directing the man’s attention towards its putrid crimson — the mutated corvids and white-red phantoms that stalk its still surface. “Well, if my White Masks are to serve as any representation of our coming Dynasty’s skills, I would be forced to admit thou wouldst fit right in, so to speak.”
A fanged grin accompanies the words — inviting, as an angler’s light invites an unsuspecting fish to sharp-toothed jaws.
“Surely Varré explained to thee the role of a White Mask, did he not? Ah, what a finicky emissary he can be, so caught up in silver-tongued riddles of his own. Perhaps, with thine self-proclaimed skills, thou wouldst make a fine replacement…”
Again, a chuckle rumbles the red beneath them. He isn’t serious, of course, but something in his tone indicates that… well, he could be, if the man he speaks to was to choose to place a bet, and play his cards.
The same gesturing hand would return to the Lord’s side, then open, forward, in invitation — palm up, claws stretched; a formal request. “Art thou interested, little bird, in serving our Dynasty of blood with thine sword and tongue?”
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