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donnabenevientosimp · 5 months

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Donna with wendigo s/o who gets hurt after meeting her family

Tags: description of violence, gore, blood all the good stuff, fluff, comfort, reader is a protective wendipuppy for Donna, reader is based off of two forms of Elias Ainsworth, gn!reader, Donna's scar is based off of the one I drew

Based off of these suggestions, this one got long bc I couldn't help myself 😂

To put it plainly, you are a wendigo. You were able to use magic to take a human appearance. You had the skull of a wolf, with slight corkscrew horns belonging to that of a goat's, the cheekbone of your wolf skull curved downward, adding an illusionary second set of horns. You had glowing Y/C eyes that were medium sized dots, the sclera of your eyes pitch black. You had fluffy, well kept, black fur with white hair that seemed to flow over half your face and down to your mid shoulders. You had wolf ears and a large fluffy tail as well, bones curved around your chest and hips, you had humanoid wolfish hands and digitigrade wolf legs. You allowed yourself to remain in your true from around Donna, a dollmaker who was also a Lord. She found you one day in the snow, you were tired from wandering the forest for weeks, in search of food. She took you in when no one else would. She taught you how to live as a human, you learned of your magical abilities living with her. She drew how she saw you in human form and detailed it with beautiful colors, ever since then, that picture was used as the reference for your human shape you took. You were attached to Donna almost instantly after she saved you. Once you two started talking, well you talked at first and she wrote her responses on paper which you didn't mind. Eventually Donna started opening up more and more as time slowly went on, you realized she was very shy and timid in nature, no thanks to her past. You slowly started falling for her, how could you not? She was a beautiful, kind and creative soul. She loved people and things in her own special way, and boy did she love hard. You always were mindful of your height and horns, choosing to shrink your height a few inches so you wouldn't ruin the beautiful mahogany wood that was her manor. You didn't really know how to interact with Angie at first, finding her intriguing but knowing she acted like a child, that was all you knew. You never knew how to handle children, so you merely played along to what Angie wanted to do.

As your bond with Angie grew, Donna noticed and started falling in love with you even more. You and Donna have been together for almost a year, but she had never once shown you her face. You would always bump the front of your mouth to the side of her head gently as your special way of kissing her head. Donna found it endearing, knowing that you knew she preferred your original form. She would always softly squeak whenever this happened, being caught off guard in a good way and it also still flustered her because she was still trying to learn that she is indeed lovable. Donna had decided to show you her face, she sat you down in the living room and wrung her hands together. "Donna?" You said softly, taking her hands gently. "Whatever it is, I'm always going to stay here, with you," You said and she nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. Donna slowly took her hands away and raised them to her veil, clutching it tightly out of nervousness. She slowly brought up her veil, revealing beautiful pallid skin, a dark purple scar that twisted and curved, taking most of the right side of her face and stretched out to her nose. You merely sat there, admiring her dark grey eyes and her face, your tail thumping against the couch and mahogany floor. "You're beautiful," you breathed out softly, completely in love with her all over again. "How could you say that? I'm a monster," Donna said softly and you slowly stood up to not spook the already uneasy woman. You gently knelt down in front of her, cupping her cheeks as you looked her in the eyes. "Donna, I've fallen in love you all over again. That portrait does nothing to capture the beauty before me," you said and tears welled in her eyes at your heartfelt and truthful words. She saw the way you looked at her, now clearer as it wasn't behind her veil's obscure view. Donna noticed the way your tail was wagging and hitting the floor and nearby table. Donna smiled at that and your tail sped up, seeing her beautiful smile. "I love you Donna, and I'm happy I got to see your face. If you still wish to cover it, that's okay with me," You said and Donna nodded. Donna then pressed her lips to your teeth where your mouth would be. "I love you, Tesoro, thank you for being so sweet and understanding," Donna said and you nodded. "Is it alright if we cuddle and tomorrow...I can introduce you to my sister and nieces?" Donna asked and you nodded, taking your human form. "I would love nothing more, my love," You said with a smile.

Donna had gently peppered your face with kisses to wake you up. You tiredly opened your eyes and smiled at her. "Good morning, my heart, did you sleep well?" You asked and she smiled and nodded. "I did, how did you sleep?" Donna asked. "Perfectly, I had my heart held close to me all night," you said and she blushed and kissed you. "Let's get dressed for the day, I will phone my sister of our arrival and then we shall head out," Donna said and you nodded, kissing her once more, knowing she would put the veil back on soon. After getting dressed and Donna calling her sister, you set out for the castle, Donna holding Angie in one arm as her other arm looped around yours. The three of you arrived at the castle in about 15 minutes thanks to the shortcut Donna knew of. The door was opened by a maid who ushered you in and you entered with Donna. The maid brought you to the main hall where a very tall woman sat in a large chair. Her very presence made you stand on edge, she was very powerful, someone you knew not to cross, ever. On her left stood two young women, one with yellow eyes and brown hair, the other with red hair shaved on the right side and she had a gold eye and a blue one. On the woman's right, stood what you assumed was the eldest daughter, she too had yellow eyes like her mother and sisters, but she had blonde hair. "Donna, it's so lovely to see you," the woman smiled, fangs glinting in the light. "Alcina," Donna said with a small nod, leading you to sit on the couch across from the tall woman. You sat down next to Donna. "Alcina I would like you to-" "You're my sister's paramour are you not?" Alcina cut Donna off causing you to growl lowly at that. "Oh? You aren't human," Alcina smiled. "Don't speak over Donna," you growled protectively. "Love, it's okay," Donna said and you growled softly and huffed. "I won't tolerate anyone, let alone your sister, speaking over you," you huffed and she smiled behind her veil, putting a hand on your thigh. "Alcina, yes? Donna hasn't told me much about you except that you're a Countess. Whatever that is. My name is Y/N, Donna's partner," you said and she nodded. "These are my daughters Bela, Cassandra and Daniela," Alcina said, gesturing to each of her daughters. "A pleasure to meet you three," you said with a smile. "Wait, aren't you going to-" Angie's mouth snapped shut due to Donna's powers. "Angie, hush," Donna said. "Now that introductions have been done. Tell me, Y/N, how did you meet Donna?" Alcina asked. "Tsk, Alci," Donna chastised her sister but you stared Alcina in the eyes, knowing you were challenging the powerful woman but you couldn't care less, she insulted your love. "She took me in when I was near death and nursed me back to health. I stayed with her as I had nowhere else to go," you said. "I see, has she shown you her deformed-" you stood up, growling at her loudly as you dispelled your human shape. You grew in size, smoke coming out from your mouth as you snarled at the woman. "Her what now?" You said, growls emanating from deep within your chest, your voice deepened from the size of your body. "Donna's sister you may be, but I will not tolerate you, her supposed sister, talking about her like that. You have no right to speak Alcina, you reek of blood and death. I am not talking about the scent of dead maids either. You yourself reek of death, a corpse like you should keep their mouth shut when they don't know their place," you snarled. The daughters hissed at you and you looked down at them. "You three are all bark and no bite. I could eat the three of you for a light breakfast," you cackled, your eyes glowing brightly, a tinge of red in them.

"What are you?" Alcina asked, now standing up. "A wendigo," you replied. Her eyes widened as she looked at you, then at Donna. "A w-wendigo...," Alcina said in shock and slight fear for her sister. "They're harmless Alci, unless they feel I've been threatened. They're quite the protector too," Donna said, you felt her eyes on you. Your tail thumped against the floor as your heartbeat picked up at her words. You'd be blushing if you were in your human form. Your ears twitched as you heard some rustling outside the castle grounds. You heard the sound of metal clicking, the flash of a memory of a gun being cocked before it was shot and a bullet hit you. You immediately transformed, your two vines of thorns sprouted from your back as your stomach hollowed inward and your rib bones grew thicker and outward. You grabbed Donna, pulling her and Angie into your hollowed stomach, your ribs moving to shield her as a gunshot rang out. The bullet hit you, then another and then four more. Your blood dripped onto the tile as you snarled, your vines swishing slightly around the air. "Get them," came Donna's soft command and you sprung into action. You gently pushed Donna down to use the couch as cover. You launched your body forward, crossing the distance between the hunters and you within seconds. Multiple gunshots rang out as you slashed away at the hunters, killing each one. You made sure they suffered before killing them. You then transformed back to your usual form, staggering your way to the castle. You got back to the main hall, breathing a sigh of relief as Donna wasn't hurt. Donna immediately stood up, noticing the extent of your wounds and started shaking. She walked over to you but you fell down, face first onto the tile floor as you blacked out.

Waking up you saw Donna lying on you, her hands clutched your fur tightly. You gently brought your hand up and brushed your fingers through her hair. You felt your mouth watering and immediately moved the two of you so you hovered over her. Donna woke up and looked at you, only to see your mouth open, salivating as you were whining. You clamped your jaw shut and moved to the corner of the room farthest from Donna. "Donna, are you alright?" Alcina came into the room and your head snapped to her. A low growl left you and you shook your head. "Alci, I need either Sanguis Virginis or fresh meat, now," Donna said and Alcina looked at you. You were scratching at your skull and growling. Alcina realized how much self control you have to not attack her sister, to instead stay near her as her presence comforted you, but even then you couldn't get near her. "Please...don't want to hurt Donna," you whispered. "Bela, bring me fresh meat now!" Alcina yelled and you heard buzzing pass by. You heard buzzing and saw a swarm of flies take shape in front of you to reveal Daniela. Daniela hugged you and you growled and whined. "Not safe...Firefly," you whined, your tail wagging slowly. "Unlike Donna, we can regenerate our limbs in an hour or so depending on how much was taken. In Donna's case it would likely take a week and she'd be unconscious for it too," Daniela said and you nodded, hesitantly reaching a hand out to her. Daniela smiled and grabbed your large hand, nuzzling her face into it. Your jaw unhinged itself, large amounts of saliva dripping from your mouth as you looked at Daniela. Bela entered the room and saw your mouth hung open, saliva dripping down to the floor as Daniela smiled at you and held your hand. You brought your other hand to cover your nose and mouth and started backing away into the corner as much as you could. "Am I not unsightly like this?" You asked and Daniela shook her head. "You're still the person I fell in love with, Tesoro. Your hunger is a side effect of your body healing, we know this," Donna said and you nodded. "Bela, hand me the bottle carefully," Daniela said and Bela walked over to Daniela and handed her a large wine bottle. "I'm going to open this and hand it to you, okay? Can you control yourself for a few seconds after I open it?" Daniela asked and you nodded hesitantly. Daniela removed the cork from the bottle, your senses were flooded with sweet wine and the delicious tinge of iron in the wine as well. You realized it was a blood wine and your tail thumped aggressively as you growled lowly, wanting sustenance. Daniela slowly held it out to you and you gently grabbed it from her before blocking her from getting closer with your large tail. You poured the wine down your mouth, swallowing each drop that came. Your form immediately changed to the one you were used to taking with Donna. Your jaw snapped back into place with a loud crack but it didn't hurt. You walked over to Donna and inspected her for wounds, finding none you nuzzled your mouth against her head gently. "I'm fine, Tesoro, you didn't harm me. I know you wouldn't," Donna said with a loving smile. You nodded, taking your human form, smiling at her. "I would rather tear my heart out than hurt you, love," you smiled and she blushed and kissed your cheek. "I believe we've had enough excitement for one day. Let's head home?" Donna said and you nodded, gently kissing her before handing her veil over. "Well, you passed my tests little wendigo, I approve Donna," Alcina smiled. "I wasn't going to stop loving them if you disapproved Alcina," Donna smiled before putting her veil on. "Let's go home, my heart, I think we're both overdue for some cuddling," You said with a smile and she nodded eagerly.

#donna beneviento x reader #wendigo!reader #alcina dimitrescu & reader #bela dimitrescu & reader #daniela dimitrescu & reader #this got away from me #this got long #oneshot #wendipuppy reader for Donna

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nibwhipdragon · 6 months

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OK OK JJBA DRAGON AU LORE DUMP. FINALLY DOING THIS. Leaving my copy pasted discord messages under the cut there is a Decent Amount. This is all pt2 for now bc I'm Normal

Anything in purple are Kirsten's messages bc I was talking abt it with her to calm myself for my exam results. And I do not have it in me to reformat the messages into something that makes sense without them. And also bc some of her ideas I decided would be a thing in the AU and she deserves credit

Ok so. First I'm gonna talk abt the Pillar Men and how I designed them (only in my head I have not drawn them yet)

Like I've said before they've [The Pillar Men....dragons?] got front facing horns

Did that bc I'm planning for them lore-wise to be very subterranean

They use their big horns to like. Dig things and break stone and that

They also don't have wings for this reason 👍

Kars DOES end up getting wings when the Ultimate Lifeform stuff happens, and they are feathery like in canon

Cus like. Also if they had wings what else could I do to make Kars more threatening as UL

The whole vampirism stuff is the same, they cannot go out in the sun or. Poof

I also. Don't know where to put the Joestar birthmark on the designs. I feel like having them on the shoulder is like. Too off in my head?

Maybe between the wings?

I could go with a muzzle design but idk if that'd give Joseph enough leeway to speak and that without causing the mask to like. Not work yk

Probably not like. Full on?? [Referring to clothes] They get some like. Accessories like the scarf for example but. Not fully clothed

Caesar's bandanna goes around his neck bc idk where else to put it 👍

Hamon. It's applied physically like it is in canon (just through like. Biting and clawing instead of punching and kicking) but it can also be used with like. Fire breathing and that. This is bc I think it'd look cool 👍 Like. You can see the hamon crackling in the smoke and that

For now yes I think? Maybe some different elements but like. Fire is the dominant one [talking about breathing elements]

Yeah also. About the Pillar Men. I think it'd be funny if they could just. Be able to walk on two legs like a human being tbh. It would set them apart and also be very creepy in the setting bc. They would be the only ones to be able to do that

Whammu is easy bc. Boom make him stand on 2 legs and he can do the Divine Sandstorm like he does in canon

Bc at first I was thinking about him [Esidisi] having like. Venom spitting

Bc like. The whole fight between Joseph and Esidisi would be different bc I'm NOT putting that goofy hat on Joseph. How would it even fit the horns would get in the way

Would Esidisi still hide his horn via hat?

Or hide his horn at all?

Nah I don't think so (great response past me)

Maybe he'd grow spikes from his back or like from his limbs so he can like. Tackle people XD [Referring to Kars' bone blades]

Kars is like wrapped in bandages the whole as time

Then when he fights

He takes them off and boom! Glorious hair. Boom! His horn(s) are suddenly blades

That'd actually be very threatening could you imagine him charging full speed at you with those

Kars also gets sent to space here like in canon 👍

Idk how that fully works though bc. Planes do not exist here

Joseph IS the plane and idk how he's living that

Just. Boom Joseph tries to crash them both directly into the volcano. Boom it goes wrong Kars stops it. Boom they crash onto the crater instead. Boom Kars mauls his limb off. Boom profit

Caesar gets buried under rubble 👍

Ok that looked like more in DMs. Anyways that's pretty much all I got rn. Finished Caesar's design but. Big design essay I will definitely add. So I post him later

Also. Something that went unsaid between us in the messages but Von Stroheim doesn't exist here none of that stuff happens ❤️ heart emoji

#jjba dragon au #jjba #yeah. maintagging this #pspspspspspspspspsps hello jjba fans look at my AU

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grokebaby · 2 years

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Prev plant person's ex bc I also got attached to her

(she/her)

Large humanoid wolf person (furry/wolf demon or smth) with huge arms and paws, dark fur and long unruly hair. She has a few red and white streaks in her hair. Earrings, maybe? Some sort of horns, maybe? If horns she defo has horn ornaments. A portion of her torso (upper torso at least) is plush, meaning it's quite literally sewn together from a patterned fabric and stuffed with fluff. The same goes for her arms and paws (the hand paws, not feet paws). It appears as if she's wearing full-arm length fingerless gloves, and sometimes she actually does, but if not that's just how her arms look. Her (hand) paws are magnificently soft, sort of squishy, although they're not frail despite this. It appears as if she has big red claws, and while they're indeed used as that, in actuality they are her fingers. Referring to what I said about the fingerless gloves appearance, she can "peel" the bulk of her paws off to use her hands, which are quite slender with very long fingers. Her actual arms aren't that skinny though, and her hands aren't very small by any means but compared to the chonky plush paws they're much more graceful. She has a scar across her muzzle that connects to another one on her cheek. Her muzzle is dark while her nose is red. I haven't decided yet if her tail is organic or plush as well. She wears a particular suit/jacket most frequently, which is tailor made for her specifically. She was also born in the Void district, having been part of Hart's collection as a pup (Hart collects inanimate objects that resemble living things, like dolls or statues). Once she grew up and departed from it's collection however she felt drawn to take on a warriorly lifestyle and potentially move to the Wrath district but she got severely injured on her way and was taken in by [Prev plant person's] village. It's not so much a village as it is a garden, though. Non plantoid species also live there tho. To her fortune they had a seamstress living there who could put her back together, and the rest was taken care of [plant person]. She decided to also become a medic, and particularly a pediatrician like hir, and they eventually started dating. When ze decided to move away she followed, of course. Once they broke up in the Pride district she's been put to storage work due to her stature and strength but in an emergency [plant person] will call her to be a substitute doctor, since she's just as capable.

Her full name is Rochdale D Amon, but she's usually called any variation of: Rochi, Ramon, Damon or RD. Back when she actually worked as a medic she was commonly called Dr. Rd

#Ref #My ocs #Character notes #Rochdale D Amon #Demon oc #I love the design I've thought up for her.. I hope I can pull it off #And goddammit still need a name for the plant!!!!!

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judas-is-so-so-silly · 8 months

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You asked for Enoch lore, I'm gonna give it to you. Sorry in advance for the length. Vague abuse stuff I don't go into detail.

Enoch was born in 1970 in Italy. His father is a demon, who had met his mother after she went through a rebellious phase in which she summoned a demon (enoch's father) with some of her friends. Her friends ran in fear, but she was intrigued. It's important to note that while Enoch refers to this demon as his father, she uses he/she pronouns. Nine months later, enoch's mother gave birth to Enoch, and found that her baby was not human. Enoch has horns, red goat eyes, fur/excess hair, and a tail! Due to the fact that it was the 70s and that enoch's mother wasn't married, she was sort of forced to go back to her parents, who were devoutly Catholic. She, in turn, adopted their ideals which isn't good for a half demon baby as you can imagine. Very toxic and abusive, though his mother never physically hurt him, aside from trying to get the horns removed. When Enoch is nine, his grandfather kind of loses it and dies in a rather violent incident, and Enoch is blamed for it, causing him to be sent to a boarding school until he is thirteen.

When he is thirteen, he ends up killing the headmaster, and his father shows up and decides to offer him a deal. For most half demon children, they rarely make it to adulthood. Partially bc their demonic nature gives them super bad luck and also due to their altered appearance. Sometimes even their demon parents will kill them too. Not enoch's though. Enochs father hasn't actually had a child before, and as far as demons go, is generally not dangerous.

The deal is basically a job offer. If Enoch accepts, he will do the earthly tasks that his father gives him. He won't die or get sick as long as he renews the deal every year via human sacrifice. Enoch accepts, and lives with his father until he is eighteen. When he is fourteen, however, he meets Copia. See, enoch's father thought Enoch was lonely and decided to introduce him to the only other half demon kid that would survive past twenty.

It's Copia. Antichrist Copia in full swing. Bc I love it.

They become friends, and Copia actually gives Enoch his name. Enoch is transgender and didn't have a name bc the only other person he talked to was his father who always referred to him as "child" or "son". Copia and Enoch are very close until Enoch disappears from Copia's life when he's nineteen. Now that he is an adult, he's learned exactly what his father wants from him and travels around the world doing it.

Most jobs are just murder, but sometimes he aids someone who has called upon enoch's father for help. Enoch is a glorified secretary basically

He does a couple of things during this time. He tries to figure himself out, dates a couple of shitty men, checks up on Copia in secret, and travels all around the world. In general, he isn't very happy during this period. He's lonely and can't connect with anyone. He only feels somewhat happy when he does his job.

Before Secondo becomes papa, he meets Enoch in the ministry when Enoch does his bi annual secret check up on Copia. He doesn't actually get his name or talk to him at all, but he sees him, wonders why he looks like he does, and gets no answers from anyone. It isn't until Secondo becomes papa when he meets Enoch again, doing his yearly human sacrifice in his hometown. They hit it off real well, but Enoch can't stay around because he's got work to do and also because he isn't interested in a one night stand with the leader of the satanic church. In general he tries not to hang around satanists because they tend to treat him like he's something to win over/tame/control. So he tells secondo that if he really wants to see him again, he can come back next year and gives him one of his teeth (it broke off in a scuffle with his human sacrifice, but it isn't a big deal bc his teeth grow back). Secondo does come back though.

Their relationship starts off kind of slow. They aren't exclusive and it very much depends on the time Enoch has. Enoch also goes into it ready to treat it like his past relationships, but Secondo shuts that down by treating Enoch like his own person lol. Enoch also reunites with Copia, who had and still has an unrequited crush on Enoch. That started off as a joke, with Copia third wheeling with his best friend and brother, and it took off from there. Enoch also has a rivalry with Terzo for something that happened when he was fifteen. Terzo hates him because fifteen year old Enoch kicked him in the shin.

Enoch also has some powers. Whenever he does skin on skin contact with anyone he can sort of feel their sins. Also he can just stop having a physical body sometimes. Later he gets wings!

Anyway that's like Most of his thing. I'm forgetting stuff but I'll remember later.

OK THATS SO COOL DAMN BRO YOUR OC LORE GOES HARD

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madspeed · 3 years

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So a few people thought my last post was a sprite edit when it's in fact all drawn by hand, and I thought this was the perfect excuse to share my (current) process in drawing puyo style art!

This is by no means the definite way to draw in the puyo style, and there's still a lot of things I need to work on too, so take this with a grain of salt bc I'm not perfect at this.

To start off, once I have a base idea on who I want to draw, I head to the Puyo Puyo Quest card index on the Puyo Nexus Wiki to find cards for references. For the Amitie goddess one specifically I used Sandra, High Priestess Deena, and Legamunt as my main references.

After I find references I begin to sketch out (in this case) a design for the character and then begin drawing the main sketch layers for the puyo style art. At this point you can really see that I was heavily going off of HP Deena's 6* art before making a change.

Normally I go through 2 passes of sketch layers before beginning on the lineart, but I accidentally combined the first pass onto the 2nd one at some point so unfortunately I can't show you what that looked like.. ;_;

With the help of a few friends I decided on a final outfit, and created the final sketch I would be going over in with lineart!

From here is where things get a little tricky. Puyo Puyo as a series, while having a consistently similar art style for the past 10 years is not entirely the same in every game. For example compare the manzai demo sprites between PPT1 and PPT2! They're a whole lot different! This follows through as well in Puyo Puyo Quest, as different artists draw varying quest renders, many of them having differing lineart styles. For example here's Steam City Arle's 6* compared against Elisa's 5*:

Steam City Arle has much thinner lineart compared to Elisa, whose lineart is very bold and a different color as well! In Elisa's 7* render, the lineart for her changes to become much thinner and more similar to SC Arle. Another thing with these cards is that Arle's hair lineart is a different color against the dark purple lines, allowing it to blend in with the already busy outfit she's wearing. Elisa's 6* and 7* does this as well!

When I do lineart I tend to try to stay on the thicker side when I am drawing things like body parts, clothes, and hair, while using much thinner lines on things such as accessories, details, and highlights.

Coloring and shading is also something that varies! If you were to look back at Arle and Elisa's art, Arle has much more highlights and a slight shadow gradient on the underside of her clothes, while Elisa has mainly flat colors with highlights only on her hair and the pink floaty objects around her. An important thing to keep in mind however when coloring is that there are very minimal shadows in almost every render! The few times shadows are used prominently (disregarding full power renders) are on the hands, the eyes, underneath bangs, the insides of clothing, or as a gradient.

Highlights are also used very minimally, used mostly to highlight clothing articles, large accessories/effects, hair, and non skin colored body parts (ex: wings, tails, horns, etc). Skin is almost never highlighted!

After all that, I put down a clipping layer and color the lineart. Many puyo puyo quest renders use a dark purple color for their lineart, but many others use different colors such as dark green, dark blue, or even brown!

When coloring lineart, most of the time the only lineart that is a different color from the rest is the hair. However, there are exceptions to this such as changing the lineart color for transparent objects like glass or on softer surfaces like wings, clouds, pillows, etc. Background effects such as auras and smoke also use differing lineart colors, and sometimes are also lineless to allow them to blend in better as background pieces!

Now it's all done! I hope that what I wrote made sense and helps a few people because drawing in the puyo style is super duper fun to do!

Thank you for taking your time to read this if you did, and I'm sorry for the really long post ;_;

#puyo puyo #guides #talking #puyo puyo quest #i rly hope this is helpful to someone out there ;;

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lokigodofaces · 3 years

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thoughts on loki episode five: journey into mystery

under the cut for your convenience

okay, Journey Into Mystery is a reference to a comics series, right?

Renslayer what are you doing what do you want?

Miss Minutes what are you doing what do you want are you sentient what is happening?

TVA Loki just being the embodiment of "WTF" was great because, honestly? look at what's happened. he was pruned, but he's not dead, but there's a kid, an old guy, and another guy claiming to be him, there's a random alligator with his horns, he was told they have to move before he dies, and it just overall makes no sense. i love how TVA Loki said he just didn't even question the alligator because of how crazy everything is. and now he just is accepting the fact that he is an alligator in another universe and refusing to question it because that is too much.

Sylvie self pruning herself to get to Loki aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Sylvie said there was one happy memory she had. was that supposed to reference the moment she had with Loki. if so, that is like huge set up for romantic stuff.

speaking about sylki, i really didn't like the idea of Loki having a love interest a month ago. really. but now i can't help but ship him & Loki. it's not my favorite ship (FitzSimmons exists) and there are flaws i feel like, but i still really like it.

Sylvie running into Mobius yay! & they get along pretty well it seems, so that's good.

THROG & THANOSCOPTER

Boastful Loki gives me Thor vibes?

Kid Loki, poor kid, killed Thor, i don't think it was intentional. poor guy.

Classic Loki, i love him. AND WE ALL HAD THEORIES THAT LOKI IS ALIVE IN THE SAME WAY CLASSIC LOKI IS AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Classic Loki being all like "bros just use your magic it works better" and Boastful Loki saying "yeah but knives look cool." bruh. i love it.

okay, i dont think the TVA was being honest with the Lokis, i think it is possible main Loki lived out his life in isolation and that is so sad.

the TVA (& whoever is running it) i think has a thing against Lokis because they're a threat (KANG KANG KANG) (sorry i really want Kang but if it's not Kang i won't freak out). Classic Loki being pruned for not wanting to be alone adds to this. Mobius could've done any memory for the Time Cell, and he chose the one where Sif says he'll be alone. they're all outcasts. they don't want Loki to have self esteem or to be happy or to have friends.

TVA Loki is so set on returning to the TVA to help Sylvie, i love it (much sylki vibes).

the way all the Lokis laughed bc TVA Loki sounded ridiculous, trying to fight Aliath. i wonder how many Lokis have tried and failed?

TVA Loki trying to leave just to run into President Loki, saying this was all a nightmare, i love it. & i love President Loki being the only Hiddleston Loki other than main Loki & TVA Loki (& i guess Classic Loki in the past).

there were like...3 betrayals in two minutes? very chaotic, much Loki, don't put too many Lokis in the same room.

the way Kid Loki carries Gator Loki...i love it your honor.

Kid Loki saying something about how Lokis are broken but whenever they try to change the TVA stops them. he's spilling facts.

Kid, Classic, and Gator Lokis deciding to help TVA Loki get to Aliath, it was great.

also the way TVA Loki talks about Sylvie, i love it.

oh, also, Aliath in the comics protects Kang's kingdom...so...y'know...Kang please?

Mobius driving straight to TVA Loki, Sylvie jumping out, TVA Loki running to her. i love it.

enchanting Aliath was a pretty smart way of doing things it felt like.

ok this is random but Gator Loki is amazing i love him he gets so many good shots.

also back to President Loki, he got his hand bitten off, and the MCU cuts off limbs as a reference to Star Wars. but i think there are more cut off limbs (or more people with limbs cut off) in the MCU now (because since stupid Disney got Lucasfilm there's been no loss of limbs & i am still mad about it).

Loki now has two on screen hugs (Loki & Frigga in Thor (2011), Loki & Mobius in Loki (2021)). plus he had an off screen hug with Thor in Thor: Ragnarok (2017), i'm sure of it.

ok back to TVA Loki, Sylvie, and Aliath. TVA Loki doing what he can to distract Aliath, but it not being enough, and the panic he had on his face, it was beautiful.

oh my gosh Classic Loki came back i love him.

TVA Loki told Sylvie they're more powerful than they realize when they saw Classic Loki's projection of Asgard. and then TVA Loki was able to enchant Aliath. do Lokis have a natural affinity for sorcery, it's just some do more with it or different types than others?

also, nexus being set up? in WandaVisoin, Wanda learned how to do the runes thing almost immediately. that might be part of a nexus being's powers, the ability to just be really good beginners at magic. so maybe the Lokis are nexus beings? or maybe not quite nexus beings but close?

no, Classic Loki! other than Gator Loki you were my new favorite Loki! and you died! (or maybe not since his superpower is not dying).

TVA Loki and Sylvie walking hand in hand to the end of time to fight Kang or whoever, why do they have to be so cute?

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no post credit scene

ok i don't want to redo Mephisto but we've got more hints almost for Kang than we did Mephisto.

plus after "Agatha All Along" for me it was obvious they wouldn't have Mephisto as the big bad. maybe in a post credit scene, but they literally had a song about Agatha being the villain. they weren't going to introduce a new one. we don't know who the villain for this is. & i feel like Kang is a good guess and i would love to see Kang in Loki. but he's the villain of Quantumania so idk how they'll make it work.

#loki (2021)#loki (2021) review #loki laufeyson #tva loki #sylvie laufeydottir #president loki #kid loki #gator loki #classic loki #mobius m mobius #ravonna renslayer #miss minutes #sylki #boastful loki #kang the conqueror

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of fire stones and icy waves. ━━ kmg x hvc

part one of the svt x pokémon!au — kanto.

❀ summary: broke pokémon trainer kim mingyu decides to go on an adventure to look for a fire stone. vernon unwillingly accompanies him. ❀ pairing: mingyu x vernon (brotp) ❀ word count: 4.7k ❀ genre(s): adventure, friendship, slice of life, slight action ❀ warning(s): none, i guess? lmk if there are any!

━━ a/n: my first fic is finally done! i planned this to be around 1-2k words but it's pokémon and seventeen - two of my favourite things together, so i couldn't help myself. anyways, lmk what you think and i hope you enjoy it! i finished this at five thirty in the morning so pls pls pls love it :(

━━ update: updated the poster bcs this one sucks less than the previous one.

the sun was shining bright and the weather was perfect, but sadly mingyu had to ignore the euphoric feeling of his feet sinking on the sand and rush towards the ocean. behind him was vernon, also running, but with untied shoes.

“i’m gonna kill you, hyung!” vernon cried.

“you can kill me once i get that fire stone!” this made absolutely no sense to vernon, but he didn’t have any energy left when it’s being used to run for his life.

once they reached the shore, mingyu motioned at vernon, hands moving frantically. “quick! quick!” vernon fumbled at his belt, looking for the right poké ball, before finally taking his dive ball — a blue ball with white waves etched on the upper half of the ball.

“lapras, go!” he shouted, aiming the ball towards the ocean as he ran before pressing the button twice — once to enlarge the ball, and once more for lapras to come out. an energy filled silhouette emerged from the half-opened ball, and a blue dinosaur-like pokémon finally solidified. her front side was mostly cream colored, and her ears were tightly curled. she also had a short horn on her forehead, four flippers with the foremost flippers bigger than the hind, and on her back was a heavy, gray shell, covered in blunt knobs. she floated in the ocean, letting out a beautiful cry.

mingyu braked in front of lapras in fear he would actually hurt the pokémon. his sudden brake caused vernon to crash into his back, which also resulted in mingyu falling face first into the sand. lapras watched them, letting out a cry in confusion.

vernon rose while groaning at the pain on his nose, while mingyu pressed his palms on the ground to lift himself up, spitting out sand from his mouth in the process. as soon as vernon was able to stand up, he hurried to his lapras, rubbing his neck to soothe him down. lapras closed her eyes and hummed. lapras was well-known for having a beautiful voice.

“vernon, we got no time!” mingyu said as he ran to hop onto lapras’ back, but vernon stopped him.

“don’t ride her before she says its okay! she’s going to throw you off her back!” mingyu clucked impatiently, feet tapping on the ground.. when lapras started nodding, vernon stepped onto her shell, before hauling himself upwards. as he finally settled down, he reached out to help mingyu on, and with vernon’s help, the older kid hauled himself upwards, settling himself behind vernon, vernon’s small backpack separating them. mingyu leaned on his backpack, gasping for air as vernon pat lapras’s neck twice. lapras let out another cry before she finally started surfing the sea.

“so, are you going to tell me why you banged on my door at seven in the morning?” vernon asked once the two of them calmed down after the morning run. lapras was surfing quite speedily, the wind hitting them felt refreshing on their necks. vernon’s lapras was smart — having braved the ocean before letting herself be caught by vernon. she had memorized the seas of kanto by heart, so it only took vernon to tell her the destination for her to surf towards the island.

mingyu sighed, patting his poké ball for reassurance. “i have to get a fire stone.” vernon raised an eyebrow at him.

“and… you have to wake me up at seven in the morning for that?” he asked. mingyu thanked god vernon was a pacifist. he knew if that was any other person, he would be in big trouble already.

“well, tomorrow’s the tide. and i have to get it before the tide starts or it’s gonna take a lot of time and i don’t know if the fire stone will still be there or not after the tide.”

“and you couldn’t have just rode the seagallop?” vernon asked, referring to the ferry. mingyu smiled sadly.

“well, if i had any money i would’ve ridden it instead of waking you up at seven in the morning.”

“then you could’ve just bought one at celadon’s department store?” vernon said in exasperation. “i wouldn’t mind accompanying you to celadon city by foot!”

“again,” mingyu mumbled, “no money.” vernon softened at the older boy’s words. money was hard, especially since mingyu’s ace, growlithe, can’t evolve without a fire stone. growlithe was mingyu’s pokémon since he was born, and vernon knew that there was no way mingyu would trade growlithe for anything else in the world.

but, since growlithe was unevolved, it means there are some limits to his powers. his stats wouldn’t be high enough to beat fully evolved pokémon, and even though growlithe himself was considered fast even as a growlithe, evolving into an arcanine would definitely make growlithe even faster.

“look, i’m sorry i had to drag you into this,” mingyu said, the wind sweeping up his hair. “i’ll make it up to you once we get back to vermilion, i promise.”

“it’s okay,” vernon said, quick to understand the older boy’s position. he was lucky lapras was already a fully evolved pokémon — no evolutions, to be exact — so if he won matches, especially gym matches, money came easily to him. and it was also the reason why vernon already finished kanto’s gym challenge, and mingyu hadn't even started his. “i needed to get out and go adventuring again.”

it took about three hours for them to ride from vermilion city to one island, where mt. ember was located. mingyu insisted that the fire stone was located at mt. ember. no trainer appeared during their ride (probably smart enough and rich enough to ride the seagallop, mingyu thought), but groups of seel and dewgong swam along them, and mingyu leaned back, his long arm reaching down to skim the surface of the water. sometimes, groups of staryu and horsea would appear, and mingyu would play with them, jokingly splashing water at them (mingyu didn’t know how he forgot about the fact that they were water type pokémon, but he did, and in return, got splashed by their water guns). the groups of seel and dewgong would also appear from underwater, waving their fins at him before swimming somewhere else. mingyu figured they probably saw the ferry often, but the ferry couldn’t stop to play with them.

it was about two and a half hours into the ride when the island finally came into view. vernon was currently knocked out, leaning his head on lapras’ neck with his hands around it. mingyu felt bad for the boy, for he did wake him up without any messages, so he decided to let him sleep some more. his hand reached out for the only poké ball he had with him, fumbling with it nervously.

to be honest, he had promised growlithe that he will evolve in two days, and growlithe had believed him, barking happily. mingyu knew that growlithe loved to battle and wished to battle stronger opponents, but mingyu also knew that if he didn't evolve he would have a hard time, and mingyu couldn’t beat seeing growlithe suffer. growlithe was, in a way, mingyu’s baby.

when mingyu could spot the pokémon center ahead, he tapped vernon’s shoulder, signalling him to wake up. vernon groaned as he opened his eyes, releasing his hold on lapras. he stretched to release the stress from his arms.

“we’re finally here,” he stated as lapras gracefully glided ashore. mingyu stepped off first, his feet hitting the soft sand, the sea water slightly splashing. mingyu held his hand out to help vernon off lapras, and vernon took it gratefully, before hopping down with a grunt. vernon turned to pat lapras’s neck, and lapras let out a happy cry before lowering her head, asking for a pet on the head. vernon laughed before obliging, and lapras hummed in satisfaction. vernon took out her poké ball, pressing the button to lapras’ neck. lapras then turned into a white silhouette, before completely disappearing into the poké ball.

“thanks. you did great.” vernon hummed, before turning around to face mingyu.

“i’m gonna have to go to the pokémon center first to rest lapras. is it okay?” mingyu nodded. after all, they had reached the island thanks to lapras. mingyu guessed it would be fine if they spared a few minutes for lapras to recover.

the two of them started heading towards the red roofed building otherwise known as the pokémon center. one island was a small island — so there were literally almost to no buildings besides the pokémon center and probably five houses. mingyu heard that bill, the guy famous for creating the pokémon box, lives here. he would want to meet bill if he had no deadlines, but sadly he had to fulfill his promise to growlithe.

the trip to the pokémon center only took them five minutes. vernon wanted to stop to eat, but mingyu stopped him, telling him they can eat during the way (for it was already eleven in the morning and mingyu didn’t want to waste any more time).

“according to the map, it says we should head for kindle road. it’s east from here.” mingyu said, staring at his map. vernon headed where east was, before stopping on his tracks.

“hyung,” he called. mingyu looked up from his map before it dawned on him.

“we’re have to surf again.”

this time, however, it only took them around fifteen minutes to surf from one island to kindle road. mingyu, feeling guilty for interrupting lapras’s rest, had fed her five oran berries as soon as they arrived on kindle road. lapras, delighted to see the berry, had eaten it speedily, almost chewing off mingyu’s hand in the process. as lapras was a gentle pokémon, she felt terrible, and rubbed her head on mingyu’s as a way to ask for forgiveness.

mingyu chuckled. “it’s okay buddy. you’re forgiven.” lapras cried in delight before vernon finally returned her to her ball.

mingyu turned to look at the scenery in front of him. he could see a lot of greens ahead — wild grass, where wild pokémon can be found and caught — and tall cliffs surrounding them. he could already see herds of ponyta and rapidash even from far away. flocks of spearow and fearow were flying above their heads. mingyu reached for his poké ball, pressing the button twice before a puppy-like pokémon emerged, barking happily as he finally solidified. mingyu grinned and opened his arms towards it, and the big orange ball of fluff leaped into mingyu’s arms.

“we’re finally here, growlithe! in a few hours you can evolve!” growlithe barked once more, wagging his tail in happiness.

in a glance, growlithe looked more like a tiger than a dog. growlithe’s fur was orange with black stripes, and the fur on its muzzle, chest, belly, and tail was beige, an additional tuft of fur on top of its head.

vernon smiled at the sight in front of him. he too, wanted the elder boy to start his gym challenge soon. that way, they can finally fulfill the promise they made when they were kids — battle each other with fully evolved teams. now mingyu was so close to his first step, and vernon wanted to help however he could (even if it meant being woken up at seven in the morning).

another small promise they made was to trade pokémon that can only evolve by trading. vernon already caught kadabra, and

mingyu put growlithe down, and the pokémon stood by mingyu’s side, wagging its tail furiously. growlithe is a loyal pokémon, and wouldn’t run until given orders otherwise. vernon could tell it was itching to run ahead, but since mingyu hadn’t said anything, he wouldn’t run until mingyu says it’s okay to do so.

“let’s go!” mingyu said, running for the greens ahead. growlithe barked happily, following his owner. vernon laughed at the sight, before running ahead after them.

“wait for me!”

the three of them slowed down once they reached the wild grass, afraid to startle any wild pokémon. the herds of ponyta and rapidash had been friendly, letting growlithe play with them once in a while. vernon sent out his own rapidash, who got along very well with the other rapidash.

after walking for half an hour, they settled down under a tree for lunch. mingyu had packed sandwiches and kimbaps — apparently, mingyu had packed a lot of spares for vernon and his pokémon too.

“i make a lot and i usually just give the leftovers to any wild pokémon in sight.” mingyu had told vernon when the latter accused mingyu of planning to take him all along.

vernon sent out all his pokémon except for lapras, which included the currently grazing rapidash, kadabra, scyther, snorlax and wigglytuff. snorlax, taking up most of the space, was still sleeping, as if he’s still inside his poké ball. scyther pokéd her scythes on snorlax’s stomach lightly, whilst wigglytuff went towards mingyu to help him, which mingyu accepted gratefully. meanwhile, kadabra headed towards growlithe in curiosity, and used his psychic to lift the puppy pokémon up. growlithe yelped in surprise before howling.

“kadabra, we do not randomly lift people up with psychic. now put growlithe down, please.” kadabra looked at vernon with a sad face, but vernon’s firm face made him lower growlithe down. as soon as growlithe's paws reached the ground, he ran for mingyu, wailing.

“it’s okay, baby,” mingyu cooed, petting his head. “he’s just playing with you. why don’t you play with bulbs too?” mingyu reached for the only other poké ball he has and released his bulbasaur out. growlithe barked in happiness as he leaped for bulbasaur, whose quick reflexes helped her catch growlithe with her vine whips.

mingyu had prepared a feast, to say the least. he had prepared lots of sandwiches (spicy ones for fire types growlithe and rapidash). they spent an hour for lunch (with snorlax eating almost half of mingyu’s sandwiches), and another thirty minutes to clean up. vernon sent back all his pokémon into their respective poké balls, letting rapidash say goodbye to her newly made friends.

bulbasaur had helped mingyu clean up the place before mingyu called her back to her ball. mingyu had offered growlithe to return to his ball to rest, but growlithe was too energetic to rest.

“how long is it going to take us to get to mt. ember?” vernon asked as he zipped his backpack close. mingyu looked at his map, and then at his watch.

“around two to three hours?” he said as he rolled his map before putting it on the side of his backpack. “it’s currently one pm, so if we hurry we can arrive there by three pm, and then go out by five pm. hopefully we can reach one island back around seven or eight pm, then head back to vermilion city.” vernon did not need to go through mingyu’s itinerary to feel exhausted. even only listening to the plan seemed exhausting — how were they going to finish that in less than twelve hours?

mingyu, however, wasted no time. as if the sandwich he ate earlier restored all of his energy, he ran towards north, growlithe catching up to him in no time. vernon realized that if he doesn’t run now, he probably would not be able to catch up with mingyu.

mingyu wanted to go to the ember spa so bad, considering his muscles were starting to cramp from running all day. but they were behind schedule, and mingyu’s perfectionist ass didn’t dare to waste another second.

they ran into trouble once when growlithe bumped into an angry graveler. growlithe’s fire typing was definitely a loss to them, but thanks to mingyu’s quick thinking by sending out bulbasaur, they managed to weaken the graveler to let them pass through. if bulbasaur had been a higher level, mingyu would’ve definitely caught that graveler — and trade it with vernon. but mingyu didn’t want to let any of his other pokémon evolve before growlithe — if his puppy was going to be loyal to him, then he’s going to be loyal to his puppy too, no matter what it takes.

once they passed the ember spa, they came to a slope leading towards a beach. when the horizon came into view, mingyu sighed in relief — if they can already see the ocean, that means they’re already halfway there. one more hour to go and they can finally begin the search for the fire stone.

growlithe started barking happily at the sight of the ocean, running even faster than before towards the icy water. mingyu shouted for growlithe in fear — he’s a fire type, for arceus’s sake! before anything bad could happen, mingyu spurted forward, using all the energy he has left to stop growlithe from diving into the ocean.

thanks to his long legs, mingyu reached growlithe right as growlithe’s paws touched the icy water. growlithe yelped in surprise when mingyu picked him up before losing his balance. mingyu’s body fell to the sand below, gasping for air. his legs had given out — he had ran as if his life depended on it. and in a way, his life did.

growlithe whined at the sight of mingyu panting for air, his head lightly bumping mingyu’s, as if asking if he’s okay. not soon after, vernon arrived next to mingyu. kneeling next to the boy as he handed the boy a bottle of lemonade. mingyu took it gratefully before sitting up, gulping almost half of the bottle in one shot.

“growlithe,” mingyu called, still wheezing for air. growlithe climbed into his lap, no longer as energetic as earlier. he probably understood that he did something bad this time, vernon thought.

“you’re a fire type,” mingyu said gently. “you remember what happened when you first battled lapras, right?” growlithe’s ears were down, and he let out a small whine.

“yes, you lost because of lapras’s water pulse. and the ocean,” mingyu gestured to the beautiful view in front of them, “is made of water. if you dive in there, arceus knows what would’ve happened.” growlithe was quiet, but looked at mingyu as if asking for forgiveness. mingyu ruffled growlithe’s fur, and growlithe looked a little bit better.

“maybe it’s time for you to return to your ball,” mingyu said, reaching for growlithe’s poké ball. “i’ll let you out again once we cross the sea, alright, buddy?” growlithe barked in agreement, and mingyu gently tapped the poké ball to growlithe’s body, who transformed into a white silhouette before completely disappearing into the poké ball. vernon patted mingyu’s shoulders.

“that was a close call,” vernon said, stepping towards the sea. “you go take a breather. i’ll get lapras out from her ball and ready her for our journey.”

as soon as mingyu was able to stand, he wasted no time to continue on the journey. the sun was shining bright on them — it was two in the afternoon, after all. the surf across wasn’t as fun as earlier, though — instead of friendly groups of seel and dewgong, the ocean was filled with groups of tentacool and tentacruel, and mingyu definitely did not want to touch any of the water.

lapras, however, was swimming faster than before — probably because the sun gives her energy. vernon occasionally patted her on the head, and she would cry in delight.

after an hour, they finally arrived in front of the entrance of mt. ember. mingyu heard vernon thank lapras before returning her to her ball. he took a deep breath.

this was it. they finally reached mt. ember after all the journey.

as promised, mingyu let growlithe out of his ball. growlithe barked happily, almost as if the incident earlier never happened. but then again, they were so close to getting the fire stone for him.

but growlithe — being a fire type — barked because he smelt something familiar. growlithe started for the cave, and mingyu and vernon followed behind him.

“he must’ve smelt the fire stone,” vernon stated. mingyu tilted his head.

“growlithe’s a fire type, and you know they have a very keen sense of smell,” he explained. “he’s been looking for the fire stone for all his life, and he’s a growlithe, so he must recognize the smell.”

true to vernon’s words, growlithe had sniffed the tracks, navigating their way towards the rocky mountain. sometimes mingyu and vernon would come across a machop or a geodude, but growlithe was so focused into searching for the fire stone that he moved so quickly, even the machop and geodude couldn’t catch up to him.

vernon was starting to lose energy half an hour into the hike — it was a mountain, after all, and the fire stone wasn’t located on the base of the mountain, sadly. he wanted to ask for a fice minute break, but he knew mingyu wouldn’t want to waste any more time, and he also knew growlithe wouldn’t stop for him. they’ve been waiting for this for almost ten years now, and vernon wouldn’t want to ruin the fun for them. he slowed his pace, still quick enough to not lose them, but enough for him to slowly regain his energy.

after what seemed like forever, growlithe finally stopped his tracks. vernon was leaning on a boulder, no longer capable of climbing anymore. but to his luck, they were already on the summit — now looking for the stone is all they need to do.

“hey, vernon,” mingyu called. “you just sit and rest. growlithe and i will look for the stone.” vernon did not oppose. he let his body fall to the ground, panting for air as he felt his legs cramping. he probably should’ve just called for kadabra to teleport him up to the summit — now, why didn’t he think of that? better yet, all of them could just teleport home after this!

he felt incredibly stupid for only realizing this now, but then again, mingyu also did not realize, so that makes the two of them.

on the other hand, mingyu and growlithe were actively searching — there were a lot of boulders and rocks. an hour passed and mingyu was sure they’ve been looking at every nook and cranny, but there were no signs of the fire stone anywhere.

that is, until growlithe kept barking into a certain boulder.

“what is it?” mingyu approached, but growlithe only continued barking. his front paws started scratching the boulder, so mingyu stepped forward to remove the boulder from the way. it was heavy — there was no way mingyu could do this on his own, but he didn’t want to trouble vernon anymore.

suddenly, growlithe let out a cry before pushing his whole body onto the boulder. the boulder moved, and mingyu realized right there and then that growlithe was using strength.

“good job, growlithe!” mingyu said, pushing together with growlithe. growlithe let out a little growl as the boulder finally moved out of their way, and in front of them was a small rock. growlithe pounced on it once for the rock to crack. mingyu took the rock and slammed it on the ground, and the rock finally cracked, revealing an ember colored stone. growlithe pounced on mingyu happily as mingyu fell on his back, hugging growlithe.

“we did it, growlithe! we found the fire stone!” growlithe was licking mingyu’s face and mingyu didn’t mind one bit. mingyu was laughing — a few hours ago he didn’t feel like he would succeed on his quest, but he did and he was so happy.

his happiness was cut short when vernon ran towards them, panting.

“hyung! i’ve been calling you, didn’t you hear me?”

“vernon, we found the fire stone!” mingyu grinned at him as he sat up. vernon looked frantic — what’s happening?

“that’s great, but i think we have a big problem!” mingyu opened his mouth to ask what the other boy meant when a cry of a bird broke the silence. above their heads, a red silhouette flew over them, and it felt like they were near a volcano. mingyu gulped. bird, red, hot. this could only mean one thing.

moltres landed on a boulder fifty metres ahead of them. mingyu and vernon were gaping in awe — they’ve heard legends of the legendary birds, but didn’t think they would ever come in contact with any of them! (when he got home, it occurred to mingyu that according to the legends, moltres resided on the summit of the mt. ember — mingyu didn’t know how he forgot about that small fact).

moltres was gold — it had a long, flowing head crest and a billowing tail, both made of reddish-orange and yellow flames. additionally, its wings were also shrouded in fiery plumage. it was eyeing them carefully, and none of them dared to move a muscle.

“should we make a run for it?” vernon asked. mingyu longed to take the fire stone, but he was scared moltres would attack him if he moved his hand.

“vernon,” mingyu said. vernon hummed in response, not daring to turn his head.

“this might be our only chance to ever battle moltres.”

“hyung, you only have growlithe and bulbasaur. we’re never gonna win.”

“it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” mingyu said. “besides, i need you to cause a distraction for me.”

before vernon could take his ball out, growlithe barked in anxiousness, and all hell broke loose.

from his beak, moltres fired a flamethrower towards growlithe and mingyu. growlithe yelped and jumped off of mingyu, and mingyu’s quick instincts screamed at him to roll to the right, which he did. the pebbles and rocks on the ground caused him to groan in pain.

“lapras, go!” vernon threw his dive ball out, and lapras emerged, crying out her battle cry.

“lapras, hydro pump!” lapras shrieked before shooting out a powerful hydro pump — but moltres dodged it easily, for it has wings.

while moltres was distracted, mingyu jumped for the fire stone — moltres might be beautiful and all, but mingyu will never forgive it if his quest fails, especially not because he’s a legendary pokémon.

moltres shot a fire blast at vernon and lapras, but growlithe leaped in front of the fire blast, getting slammed by the fire blast into the ground in the process. he yelped, and mingyu didn’t realize he had shouted for growlithe’s name in despair. he needed to get the fire stone to growlithe somehow!

“hyung!” vernon cried. “i’ll cover, so you go evolve growlithe!” lapras let out another cry before using avalanche against moltres — moltres’s flying-typing neutralizing the damage, instead of it being not very effective.

mingyu wanted to run for growlithe, but he knew if he did, moltres would turn him into a roasted mingyu, and mingyu didn’t want that. he saw growlithe grunt in pain, but managed to stand up, his feet stumbling. so mingyu did the only thing he could think of.

“growlithe, catch!” mingyu threw the fire stone towards growlithe, and moltres was too distracted by lapras to notice. growlithe jumped in the air and caught the fire stone in his fangs, and he shined.

everyone was too distracted by growlithe’s evolution to continue the battle — even moltres. growlithe’s body grew — his body and feet grew longer, the taft of fur on his head grew towards the back of his head, and his tail got visibly longer and bigger. when the blue light vanished, growlithe was no longer there — arcanine roared handsomely, eyes ready to battle.

mingyu choked back a sob. after ten years, his growlithe was finally an arcanine.

he didn’t have much time to rejoice, though, because once the evolution process was done, moltres decided it was a good time to attack them with another fire blast (in a way, it was though). vernon shouted at lapras to dodge, but mingyu knew lapras wouldn’t have made it. arcanine, however, with his newfound speed, managed to push back the fire blast with flamethrower — a stronger version now that he was fully evolved. he ran towards mingyu’s side in no time, his eyes staring at mingyu, full of trust.

“vernon,” mingyu called.

“yeah?”

“if we die fighting moltres, i have no regrets.”

“you won’t, because the minute we start to become the losing side i will have kadabra teleport us back home.” mingyu laughed, too happy too contain his joy.

“well, i wanna fight first. how about you?” vernon smirked at the elder boy.

“i finished the gym challenge — i never run away from challenges.” mingyu smirked as both him and vernon switched into battle stance.

“lapras/arcanine,” they said in unison, “i choose you!”

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clanonadventures · 3 years

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𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

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Dutch anon - dutchy

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

-Preferably goes by she/her

-They/them would also be fine

-Fairly tall

-M e s s y a s s h a i r

-Struggles to speak English

-Her room is full of orange, red, white and blue

-First option to anything is just violence

-Very athletic (but competitive)

-Gets hurt a lot while sporting

-Overworks a lot, so she barely get sleep

-Don’t insult her s/o if you enjoy not having someone go apeshit on you

-Give her a tulip and she’ll melt

-good friendship with rhinestone 👌

-Loves all pets of the other anons

-Pls pet her tail, she loves it <3.

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Squid anon - Squiddy

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

-19 years old

-Works at Anon city (AC) Aquarium

-Obsessed with sea life and pirates

-Is bi

-Occasionally wears a squid hoodie

-Was kicked out of the house at 16

-Loves musicals

Design

Her eyes are purple

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ENON

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

"A chaotic trickster entity with a dark and mysterious past that takes a form resembling that of popular character ENA. ENON shares many similarities and mannerisms with her counterpart, but is know to be more brutal. A lawful evil type to be sure. Her moral compass is a roulette wheel. Just wants to be entertained.

Come to think of it, I don't really think ENON had an "original form" Like she just kinda existed as a spirit/eldrich demi goddess who had it really rough before deciding to join the physical world like 'all I know is cause problems on purpose- what is love and friendship'"

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Satyr Anon

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

-Loves horror movies and scary video games

-18 years old and already wasted her entire life-

-Aspiring Therapist/Psychologist, is the mom friend ™️. Very sweet, with sarcastic and wise advice whenever she's needed

-Never gets enough sleep, ever.

Design

She is actually a Satyr (goat ears, goat lower half with mostly human top half, long tail, horns, etc) with thick mane of white hair.

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Peacock Anon - Viernes

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

-24-doesn't have a gender, but goes by she/her

-shapeshifter of sorts

-if she becomes overly stressed (which is somewhat often) her face begins to crack and give way to static

-only reveals her true form to people she trusts a LOT, and even then, she'll only reveal her true form in private

-somewhat energetic, full of herself and sarcastic

-can change her appearance to some extent (can't change her clothes tho)

-underpaid tv host

-actually quite introverted when off stage

-sounds like ruby vocaloid

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Rhinestone Anon

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

-He/Him

-Has had a bad past with relationships so it's hard for them to trust anyone

-Comes off as cold and unapproachable but once they trust you then they are sweet, affectionate, honest, and cuddly

-They're really fucking tall (9'3)

-They're a cuddle-bug

-Really soft hair

-Love language is physical touch

-Has never shown anyone their true form

-Big history nerd

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Bug anon

☑ Platonic - ☒ Romantic

Facts

-Average height (5’00”)

-Really nice but is quiet and likes to lurk. Really shy.

-Likes bugs, drawing, video games, reading, going on walks, sunsets, forests, cats, sweets and plushes!

-Has ASD!

-Tired (™)

-Drawing later

-Tries to be optimistic when she can

-Uses she/her, they/them, it/its and bug/bugs (in no particular order)

-Asexual and aromantic!

-Age unknown, but is a teenager

-Backstory: A sentient bug who dreamed of being an Anon so they could make friends, who’s wish was granted by a strange Higher Being/entity of light and rainbows. They live among the anons now as an anon, trying to adjust to their body and life.

-Her “hair” is her antennae- DO NOT PULL ON IT!

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Coke Anon

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

-Unspecified age

-Has no concept of personal space

-Someone referred to coke by they/them and they took off w/ that

-Their body is like jello in their blob form

-Their voice is autotuned on command, they do it to annoy people

-The red bit is a shirt

-Was originally named E-304 but changed their named to Coke

-Can shapeshift with no known bounds

-They CAN turn into other people, but you can tell its coke by a chunk of their hair being white/red

-Kinda stupid

-Enjoys bone marrow

-Also enjoys icecream

-Was kinda lonely for a long while

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Mask anon - Melian

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

- She/they

- 8'7 ft tall

- she's 19

- e n d e r m a n

- friendly, aggressive is looked at in the eyes

- wears sunglasses out in public bc for some reason she doesnt mind eye contact with them

- is only comfortable with eye contact with people they're comfortable with

- has terrible memory

- sleepwalks a lot

- loves to collect toys like dolls, plushies, action figures and small toys

- s o m e h o w manages to break an exact block of anything, even concrete

- if you mention you want something, she'll bring it to you, may or may not have stolen it

- doesnt understand what is means to steal

- can purr

- changes to enderman language when talking too fast

- knows how to speak Portuguese and will change to it when curssing at something

- used to have a brother

- knows how to play the piano and acoustic guitar

- adores calm songs like Cavetown, Mitski Mitski, etc.

- has a few pet moths that live in her pockets and two cats

- t o u c h e d s t a r v e d

- treats most of the other anons like her siblings

- only the ones closer to them can call them Meli

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Bamboo Fox

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

- A shapeshifting fox [REDACTED]? that guards and tends to a sacred bamboo forest on a mountain somewhere in the astral sea, I don't know.

- Has no concept of gender or age, but enjoys the sound of being referred to as he, or they.

- Is very small, like about 2 feet tall when standing on back legs in fox form.

- Has a very comforting aura to them, very chill vibe

- Will invite you in for tea

- Their rapping sounds like little yips. They can't speak, no matter what form they are in.

- If he likes you, he will offer you a single piece of bamboo with sticky rice inside

- If he does not like you, he will eat your soul

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Basil Anon

☑ Platonic - ☑ Romantic

Facts

Is 7' tall. Hes a tall boy

Goes by he/they pronouns though is also agender.

Can shapeshift to an extent. Cannot shapeshift his eyes though.

Isnt even really human but doesnt talk about that, like ever.

Eyes are pitch black- like completely flat black- hair covers eyes always. (unless they really trust you)

Cheerful baby! But gets depressive episodes alone! Tries to keep a smile on his face. When in those episodes he is more likely to isolate.

Has a pet chicken named fluffy. Is actually immortal. Literally. The whole anon fam loves fluffy, and he keeps a chart to see who gets to pet fluffy, and who needs to be watched (coke).

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Part 2

#anons #requestable characters #requestable anons #anon list #anon x reader #headcannons #headcanons #imagine #x reader

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solitaria-fantasma · 4 years

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((Extensive Session #3 highlights.))

We go to Von Trikona’s tower and are greeted by three students and a handful of golems.

Humphry eyes Mountain with abject terror.

Von Trikona gives us the preserved bodies wrapped in burial shrouds, and teleports us to the town of Fwee - just past the security gates, but not right in town square.

The map for the town of Fwee is heckin’ pretty.

“Oh no...oh no, I fucked up. I made a mistake! UwU!!!”

“Please don’t comment on the corpse-shaped backpacks!”

Udaji may be tol and stronk but she is also dumb and can’t roll higher than a 10 on her Perception checks.

“The only ones who don’t blend in with the local crowd are the Halfling and the Dragonborn.” Claus and I just can’t catch a break…

We walked around the marketplace with the preserved corpse backpacks for a while as we asked for directions to the Rose family home.

Mountain’s intimidation checks are on-point.

Udaji’s average Perception roll is a 4 while the rest of the party averages around 16.

It has been decided that this scaly baby should never have been allowed out of town on her own.

Somebody in this town is throwing mud balls and glitter bomb darts at our rogue and Udaji is seeing NONE of it.

“Claus would like to point out that you’re covered in paint.”

We entered a house and the DM resized our icons to reflect the height differences. It looked like a bad game of Agar.io and I was winning.

Matthias - still covered in paint - was politely asked not to sit on the furniture, and handed a single tiny-ass napkin to ‘clean up’ with.

“Yeeeaaahhh...there was no easy way to do this, was there?”

“Is it more disrespectful to put the bodies on the ground or the table?”

“It might be more disrespectful to try and unwrap the bodies one handed and risk dropping them.”

“Above the board, do we have to tell her that the bandits were already dead when we found them?”

Matthias ‘accidentally’ smeared paint on the servant on his way out, and offered him the tiny-ass napkin back.

Lady Rose thanked us for returning her family’s bodies, but asked us to give her some time to process her loss.

We then went to the magic district (mostly wizards, mostly elven) to get started on the errands we promised to run between Von Trikona and her friend Vincent.

We knocked on the door, heard a loud ‘CRASH’, and poked our heads through the unlocked door Scooby-Doo style.

The DM promptly had us roll for initiative.

I keep forgetting to select my token BEFORE rolling for initiative heck.

“Hopefully you guys don’t die.”

“Gotta be honest - I’ve thought about what character I’d bring in if Udaji DID die. But it would be really, REALLY sad.”

I had to run down to get dinner and missed half a turn of combat but I made it back just in time for my second go.

“Oh! Udaji! You missed this part, but the old wizard man has cried out for you to not set anything on fire.”

“Can do! That’s not my kind of dragon heritage!!”

The old wizard man is ‘Vincent Oman’ - an artificer. We returned his stuff, and he offered us dinner.

“This guy is, like, peak Grandpa. He’s very happy to have people over.”

Vincent has not heard of Lord Hassan, but recalled an enchanted lockbox a cohort of his (Ceri, another artificer) had made on commission for the dowry of a local girl marrying a man in the next kingdom over.

That lockbox (enchanted to be neigh on impossible to break into) was part of Clarissa Rose’s dowry, and now I’m sad.

Vincent drew us a map to Ceri’s house, and then we nearly left without picking up Maxine’s books (three advanced spellbooks & some of her notes).

He also offered to let us sleep in his attic for the night, since it was getting late, only asking us to try and keep quiet, as he was a delicate sleeper.

Matthias finally got to wash off the paint in the ‘waterifier’ (re: magical, water-creating shower).

Vincent reminds Udaji too much of her own dad, and she took one point of homesickness damage. Vincent gave her heartwarming life advice, and more food.

“It’s okay if you get sad sometimes, when traveling far from home. You will find people who will not, perhaps, fill the void, but surely make it feel less empty.”

I’m going to adopt Vincent holy heck

Ceri confirmed that the lockbox was commissioned to keep safe a dowry traveling a long distance, and told us that it could only be opened by using two skeleton keys simultaneously.

We had found one of said skeleton keys in the bandit/necromancer lair back in Session 1.

“We were too eager to shout ‘MURDER!’ in front of the guards back in Torrin so now we’re afraid to whisper it in Fwee.”

Ceri confirmed that the key we found is one of the lockbox’s two keys.

We then debated for five minutes who the key, lockbox, and dowry would legally belong to, now that Clarissa and Donald are dead, but never officially reached the wedding.

“This is not the kind of law my family studies!”

Ceri whispered a few rumors of engagements in the area that had fallen through due to ‘accidents’ which saw the dowries go missing, and that the enchanted lockbox had been commissioned by the Rose family to protect against that.

He then told us to get out of his house.

“That’s the kindest ‘GTFO’ I’ve ever gotten.”

“We haven’t heard back from Lady Rose yet, but I feel like it would be too awkward to go back to her house and knock on the door like “Hey, are you done grieving yet?”. The answer is probably ‘no’...”

“Maybe if we walk around town, someone will try to throw more paint at Matthias.”

We wandered around the marketplace for a while, trying to lure out the mysterious woman who’d been throwing things at us the day before.

[Just to set a little reference - this is all happening within the first two hours of the campaign.]

Matthias got egged, and we chased the perpetrator into a public park.

Mountain got distracted by the beautiful view, and Matthias threatened the woman with his bow. The woman pulled her own bow and threatened right back.

“I am going to swing my lute around in front of me to act as a shield in a worst case scenario. I’m not taking an arrow over an egg.

THE WOMAN. IS MATTHIAS’. CHILD.

DM: “How long has it been since you last spoke with your lover?”

Matthias: “Let’s say it’s been….twenty-five years, seven months.”

The kid’s name is Astrid, and she is mAJORLY pissed off at ‘dad’.

Udaji is backing away from the awkward family reunion, and Mountain is still distracted by the park scenery and has no idea.

“You’re Hohenheim, and she’s Edward.”

[I understood that reference!!]

“Udaji makes eye contact with Mountain and shakes her head like “Don’t get involved you’ll regret it”.”

Mountain officially confirmed for Tiefling.

Claus tries to calm Astrid with the blessings of Lathander. She refuses. Udaji bends over a little and pats Claus on the shoulder consolingly.

His player has difficulty articulating it (and honestly, who wouldn’t? Words are hard), but Matthias is legitimately upset to hear that his lover had died.

“You go up to her and give her a hug with a pat-pat?”

“She immediately starts sobbing in your arms.”

“I shed a single manly tear.”

Mountain has only just now caught up to the fact that these rogues know each other.

Astrid is now refusing to leave. Udaji is still the party baby.

“The only reason I was allowed out of town is because nobody could physically stop me.”

“Claus gives you a comforting pat on your hip, as that’s about as high as he can reach.”

After all that chaos, we were approached by a servant from the Rose family, calling us back to Lady Rose’s house.

Her name is now Ingrid Rose, because the DM forgot to name her until this very moment. Mood.

Matthias is still covered in egg.

Lady Rose admits that she thought the offer of marriage from Lord Bryant Hassan to her daughter was too good to be true.

She also admits that she thought the Lord had asked for a rather greedy amount of dowry with the proposal.

“Were any of my husband or daughter’s possessions recovered?”

Don’t look at Matthias. Don’t look at Matthias. Don’t look at Matthias.

Lady Rose asks us to look into the recovery of the enchanted lockbox that was carrying her daughter’s dowry, and offers to reward us for it.

She ALSO asks us to put a knife in the throat of whomever arranged her daughter’s death, should we find it to not, in fact, be a tragic accident.

Astrid is basically June from AtLA but without Nyla.

Everybody stocks up on rations for a long trip back to return Maxine Von Trikona’s books.

We get on the road back to Torrin, retracing the ill-fated Rose party’s steps as we go.

After two days on the road, we come across a seemingly wounded man on the side of the road, by an overturned cart.

He asks us for gold to get back on his feet.

Udaji immediately fell for it, and had to be physically stopped from reaching for her gold.

Miraculously, we all managed to avoid a bunch of mysterious projectiles and whistling noises.

Interestingly, both of the guard corpses we had ‘interviewed’ reported hearing a whistling noise before their death.

Mountain took an arrow to the horn, but only three points of damage.

We were all tired by this point and there were a lot of bandits so combat was looooooong.

Claus has two waiting Bardic Inspiration dice and is having a very good day.

“You’re going to shoot THROUGH your daughter and your cleric??”

ONE BANDIT DOWN!

I charged at a bandit, sword drawn, but couldn’t quite make it there in one turn, so I added an intimidating roar for good measure.

I rolled a nat 20, therefore proving that I inherited SOMEthing from my white dragon mother, and the bandit pissed himself.

THREE BANDITS DOWN!

I took 8 points of damage from the other bandits and it’s a good thing the DM had us level up at least once bc if I’d still had my lvl. 1 total of 9hp that damage would have damn near killed me.

“Ew, he’s got a skull face with horns! ...oh, wait, he’s just ugly nevermind.”

“If I cast the magic, but Matthias says the words, can we duet ‘Vicious Mockery’?”

“My mother [the white dragon] would be proud of that, and I’m not sure I’M proud of that.”

I stand corrected: Astrid is a ranger, not a rogue.

Dragonborn zoomies.

“I may be wearing a flower crown, but I’m still scary.”

I have now decided that there will be - at minimum - one fight where I take off my flower crown and force someone else in the party to hold it.

Probably Claus.

SIX BANDITS DOWN!

“Well, they identify as a corpse right now, so…”

We got distracted for another five minutes arguing about how useful Hawkeye was to the Avengers in the MCU vs. how useful Hawkeye was to Loki in the MCU, which spawned from the DM apologizing for her slowness in playing out Astrid’s turn, as she had never played a Ranger before because she thought they were useless.

Poor Hawkeye.

The bandit captain tried to ambush Astrid, hit her with one of two scimitars, and failed his dagger roll badly enough to stab himself.

Claus - incredibly inspired by Udaji’s music and heroics - saved Mountain from dying.

Udaji keeps rolling really well on attacks and damage...if only I could shuffle some of those over into Perception.

Astrid got the killing shot on the bandit captain.

I looted his body, and found (2) scimitars, tattered leather armor, the queen piece from a set of dragon chess, and (7) silver.

I took the chess piece, and nothing else.

Astrid found footprints leading back to the bandits’ camp, so we took over it for the night.

We leveled up! Woo!!!

Zone of Truth. Zone of TrUTH. ZONE OF TRUTH-

And College of Creation. This is gonna be fun!!!

#OOC #Quarantine D&D #((these keep getting longer and longer...))#((I need to learn to summarize))

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loversandantiheroes · 4 years

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So, apologies, I got distracted with things yesterday (so many phonecalls), so while I did manage to get a few more episodes into the adventures of oh god I don’t speak french, I did not get a chance to post anything about it.

So in the words of Inigo Montoya: let me sum up.

First thing’s first: not having sound that is in a language I understand has made following anything rather difficult. Not that it was terribly easy before, please refer to the Nightmare of the Bouncy Castle for proof, but the plots so far in season 2 have seemed to be a little less weird on the whole, just a little harder to follow.

And honestly at this point I’m not even sure which episodes some of these stills I have are from, so prepare for a larger and even more nonsensical and context-free update than I’ve given previously.

So anyway, here we went, cut for insanity and length.

Context won’t help you here. This episode, I think, was supposed to be about a druid and/or slave trader who captures a couple of Robin’s friends, but most of it comes off a bit like Robin and Marion trying to sneak into a really exclusive sex dungeon.

I mean either that or the costuming department was being run out of the back of a bdsm warehouse.

The only actual help I can give you here is that is a floating cow head that is shooting eyebeam lasers/restraints. I understand this is not actually helpful.

The next episode started out with Prince John buying time at ye olde cathouse only to find Robin under the covers instead.

Most of us would call this a bonus, Princey-poo.

Things not pictured:

Said prostitute was tied up in a cupboard, seems put out about it until Robin gives her an apology smooch.

Prince John goes to this week’s Morgan Le Fay knock off to get revenge for Robin stealing his gold *and* cockblocking him.

This somehow results in some necromancy to revive three of Alexander the Great’s warriors to go kill Robin.

No seriously.

Somehow this also results in Friar Tuck getting sent back in time to witness Alexander the Great talking to the Morgan Le Fay knock off, the process of which looked like this:

Mostly what I’m getting out of this season is they finally got a green screen and by god they were gonna use it.

Totally Real Horses: The Sequel. Also there is nothing more awkward to watch than people pretending to be on horseback. Just sit in front of this green screen and hump a bar stool for a few minutes, no biggie.

Holy shit they finally remembered Robin Hood was supposed to be a feckin archer.

Also some point the undead hitmen captured Marian, which is becoming a recurring theme, despite the fact Marian is supposed to be a competent fighter in her own right. Gotta put the damsel in some distress, right guys? *sigh*

Onto the next episode!

Okay. I’m...I’m gonna try to set this up a little. I’m gonna try. So. There’s a death cult. And the leader of the death cult captures Marian bc again we have a theme, but supposedly this time it’s because she’s supposed to be the bride of the death cult’s god or something? I’m...I’m super unclear.

More greenscreen, because clearly they wanted to make full use of this goddamn thing. The only upshot I will give this episode is costuming evidently decided they were tired of sewing the sleeves back onto this particular shirt so now we’ve just got the full sleeves are bullshit look going.

More nuns!

I’m uh, I’m liking the pony tail. And the everything else.

And then there’s this fucking Dario Argento bullshittery. This turns into a dance sequence that lasts entirely too goddamned long. I don’t...I don’t know. I don’t know.

And then the video goes a little wibbly, as somehow we go from opening a door to a jumpcut to the woods, but now Robin has this!

No, I swear, it’s not the newest toy from Bad Dragon, it’s a unicorn horn.

Which apparently doubles as a light saber. Also a quarter staff, a lasso, and a spear. So honestly a vibration setting wouldn’t surprise me.

I also don’t know how exactly this episode ends because the last few minutes were missing.

The last episode I got through was deeply generic and featured a woman disguising herself as a nun and at this point I’m just thinking somebody’s got themselves a Ken Russell style nun fetish.

Somebody’s definitely watched Two Mules For Sister Sara a few too many times.

Honestly there’s not much strangeness to remark upon in this one, and thus I will leave you with an obligatory look at the pretty.

#the new adventures of robin hood #matthew porretta #long-ass post #i'm really okay with this no sleeves open throat kinda look #arms....good #neck also good

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years

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@plumb1tes

HEY. HEY I LOVE THIS PUNK

In fact, I love this punk so much I had difficulty even reviewing her bc she’s GREAT like a white shark

FIRST: Alternia or Beforus or some type of AU? I have an AU where when Condy (or another fuschia, idk still on the fence about it) conquers more and more planets, she establishes a rule where there has to be one heiress per planet that has children on it, to keep more order amongst her empire. However once the heiress becomes of age, they are normally killed by the Empress to prevent her throne from being challenged, and are replaced by a new heiress to watch the planet. The heiress also has to be assigned to a monstrous lusus, that could produce planet-destructive consequences if left neglected. The Empress assigns fuschias to them specifically, to exhaust them to make sure they don’t challenge or pose a threat to her.

Man I super like this especially since our frequent submitter silentekos came up with a similar concept and like. Word! I love that as a concept because it’s pretty much exactly how capitalism works to keep its own power centralized while granting itself greater surveillance of those they govern.

The planet that’s the main focus for my story is governed by ENTER NAME HERE. The hemospectrum is upheld in a very familiar fashion to Alternia’s, though less chaotic than Alternia, in terms of random bouts of violence caused by drones, is made up for with random bouts of floods and earthquakes caused by Selaki’s lusus, due to her neglect to fulfill her duties.

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Selaki (from the scientific name of sharks: Selachimorpha) Stiden (from the prehistoric megatoothed shark, Carcharocles angustidens).

Age: 7.85 sweeps (around 17 years)

Strife Specibus: tridentkind, with only one side with sharp edges, in the shape of her sign. She likes to use it as a fashion accessory, and a symbol to show off her royal status.

God I love it it’s so dope-looking.

Fetch Modus: She uses a purse modus. It’s relatively uncomplicated, and functions basically the same as wallet modus, but with a bigger size restriction.

Hmmm I kinda like a modus that sizes items up or multiplies them? The Abundance Modus. It gives her a tool as a ruler to potentially assist her subjects with getting the resources they need but like. That’s not what she uses it for. She can basically use it to generate more stuff for herself and to give everything she owns this larger-than-life sense.

Blood color: Fuschia. She is the current heiress governing her planet.

Symbol and meaning: Pira, sign of the Visionary (Prospit + Mind)

Trolltag: voguishDespot, referring to her fashionable rule over her planet.

I like maybe crestingDorsal [CD] to bring this idea of a shark’s dorsal fin breaking the waves. Gives a sense of forboding! Furthermore, “crest” as in “crown” emphasizes her royal nature.

Quirk: Selaki types her “W”s with )_(|)_(, and often says words like “dear” “dahling” or “sweetie” in either an affectionate or condescending way, depending on the situation. Other than that, normal punctuation and grammar.

Ex: “The quick bro)_(|)_(n fox jumped over the lazy dog, dahling.”

Little cliche but I love shark quirks? You indicate that she’s kinda dramatic now, so she could preface her initial entrance into a chat with

CD: ^ ^

CD: ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ( ˇ෴ˇ )

Special Abilities (if any): She has no psychic abilities, normal for a highblood.

Lusus: Since she is an heiress, she is assigned a monstrous lusus to keep tame to prevent her planet from being severely damaged by a fit of rage from her lusus. Her lusus, specifically, is a ginormous megalodon shark, capable of causing earthquakes and floods. Their relationship is almost nonexistent, due to Selaki’s insistence to avoid contact unless absolutely necessary. This results in her neglecting her duties, until her lusus starts wreaking havoc by causing chaos, forcing her to tend to her, by feeding her large lusii she orders her drones to kill. She also apparently feeds trolls that piss her off to her lusus. The main reason she doesn’t like to tend to her lusus, besides the exhaustion that comes with the task, is because she feels put on the spot, and doesn’t like the pressure of taking care of a giant destructive shark monster, which leads her making less than stellar decisions.

Physical Appearance: Selaki is rather short for a highblood, and wears heels to make her seem more intimidating. She died her hair fuschia, but her roots slightly grown, showing her natural black hair, cut into a messy bob. She has gills, normal for a seadweller, and sharp teeth, as a reference her lusus. Selaki also has a scar on the middle of her forehead, in the shape of her sign. This is given to all fuschias at birth, to permanently mark them. She has her horns the shape of the pisces symbol, like Feferi’s.

Selaki has golden accessories on her horns instead of a tiara, and is almost always seen wearing her circular shades. She wears a designer jacket, with her symbol on the sleeves, and a black dress with her sign.

Personality and Backstory: Selaki was assigned to her lusus as soon as she left the brooding caverns, forced to take care of her lusus to prevent it from causing destruction to her planet. Before her change to what she is now, she was pretty meek and socially awkward, due to constantly having to monitor her lusus personally, having little time for herself. However she eventually got burned out, and turned to neglecting her duties as a fuschia in favor of focusing on her hobbies. She essentially came out of her shell, dressing in more glamorous fashion, and putting on a more gregarious personality, becoming quite eccentric.

She keeps in contact with the other planets’ fuschias on a private social media reserved for them only, and is monitored by the Empress. It’s basically if you take a bunch of queen bees and put them in the same room. The fuschias constantly try to one-up and brag to each other, and are very cut-throat with each other. Selaki used to be picked on by the other heiresses due to being unconfident in herself, but learned to not let their words affect her as much. In fact, she became just as cut throat as they were, if not more. An apex predator if you will *cough cough shark pun*.

Selaki loves putting on a facade of living a glamorous life of luxury, and tries to put up an “i am better than you” vibe. Despite being a sociable person, her eccentric behavior causes her to say pretty odd things, as she is still a bit socially awkward, in the sense she blurts out whatever she thinks, and tends to value honesty, and absolutely hates being lied to. However despite seemingly stopped being the stressed individual she claims she used to be before her burnout, but still gets stressed out quite easily deep down. It’s because of this stress that she often makes irrational decisions, such as ignoring her lusus. However her ego makes her put on a front that she is making completely rational choices, despite obviously not. Instead she’ll just roll with her bad choices and see how things go.

Selaki loves to design and has a passion for architecture, however she isn’t very great at it, but prefers to call her works “abstract” to void criticism. She designed her own palace, and many buildings on her planet. She likes to do things with style, no matter how dirty things get.

When interacting with others, she is very dominating, and wants to appear superior to…pretty much everyone. She subtly treats everyone as if they’re beneath her, and treats those she fondly regards almost as pets, in terms of affection. Whoever does piss her off, she reacts in a number of ways. If it’s another fuschia, she playfully insults them. However if it’s any troll underneath her blood-wise, she outright threatens them, and feeds them to her lusus if they piss her off enough.

God I…love this girl. I will protect her.

Interests: Fashion, design, voguing, FLARPING (secretly. She thinks it’s nerdy.), money

Title: Selaki’s sign is tied to the mind aspect. In case her current character doesn’t fit the mind aspect, I’d rather take suggestions in order to make her more mind-bound, instead of giving her a different aspect, please! Currently, I think she’s a Page of Mind before her journey to grow as a person, but I’m down to change her class, as long as it isn’t thief! She’s in the same session as Charyl, another troll I submitted here a bit ago! I decided to go with your suggestion for Charyl to be a thief of space, so I don’t want to overlap classes lol.

I think she’s def. Mind but maybe a Bard? She’s destroying through logic and, as an inverse, creating her own Self. Also god the idea of this little punky brewster in a Bard of Mind outfit sounds absolutely ridiculous.

Land: Any suggestions would be great!

How about Land of Currents and Waterfalls? I feel like the flow of the water would be a good nod to Mind, and she could find colonies on the water-covered planet by figuring out which waterfalls hide a cave system behind them.

Dream Planet: Prospit

Yep! All in all, I adore Selaki and honestly don’t have any visual changes for her? She’s amazing (mazing) just the way she is.

-TR

#plumb1tes #selaki stiden #selaki #stiden #fuchsiablood #seadweller #review #tr review #submission

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urfavmurtad · 6 years

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Hi! in one of your posts u said: "infanticide, either female or otherwise, was not a common practice in pre-Islamic Arabia." can you please link me to some sources for that? i'd be forever grateful xxx

Anon I just finished one of my final papers and now I’m in a ranting mood and what a GREAT topic for ranting you have brought up. It’s a perfect example of how pre-Islamic Arabia has gotten shat upon for the better part of 1400 years because people, mostly their own descendants, have decided that they were all evil savages. Ask anyone who was raised Muslim, even if they’re no longer practicing, for a fact about “Jahiliyya” and you’ll be told “they buried their daughters”. I think pretty much everyone with even a month of Islamic education, myself included, has been taught that this was a routine and widespread occurrence that Islam stopped. Even non-Muslim people have probably heard of this.

It’s repeated so frequently that few people ever bother to look up where the accusation comes from and what evidence supports it, outside of Islamic texts. Let’s see. There wasn’t a ton of writing before the 7th century, but are there any surviving fragments that mention it? Hm… nope. Maybe it was mentioned in the works of some travelers or foreign writers? Not there, either. How about references to it from neighboring literate peoples, like the Byzantines and Persians, who saw the Arabs south of the Ghassanid/Lakhmid lands as backwards anyway and surely wouldn’t have minded reporting on such a practice? Or even the Christian Arabs to the immediate north? Nope. Well, the gender ratio must’ve been screwed up, isn’t there at least evidence of that? No? Fine, but surely there is at least some archaeological evidence of this? There must be lots of bones of female infants that people have uncovered, right? Uh… no.

I mean… okay, but there must be something, somewhere in the peninsula, from some time before Islam that mentions this, right?! Well, in fact there is one piece of pre-Islamic historical evidence that may concern this subject in the Arabian Peninsula. From between the fifth and the second century BC. In Yemen. It was not written in Arabic, as at the time Yemenis still spoke their own South Arabian language (called Sabaean). Nonetheless, let’s look at what the devious people of Jahiliyya were up to. It was codified that:

It is unlawful for anyone of the people of Matarat to kill his daughter.

…that, uh, it was illegal for people kill their daughters. Over 700 years before Mohammed was born. The linked article points out that the word can also be used to mean female relatives of any age, not only infant daughters, so it seems to have been a general prohibition against killing any female members of one’s family. There are fatwas throughout Islamic history that say the same thing, so we can’t even be generous and say “maybe the fact that this exists means it was socially acceptable beforehand?”.

So the only pre-Islamic evidence we have relating to any form of female-targeted killings comes from hundreds of years before Mohammed’s time, in a different part of Arabia, and it explicitly outlaws the practice. Now look, I’m not saying that infanticide didn’t happen at all, as it certainly did both in pre- and post-Islamic Arabia, in times of great hardship. But for such a supposedly widespread practice afflicting the entire race before Islam miraculously invented feminism and stopped it overnight, is it not a tad strange that no one of any civilization over the span of a thousand years bothered to mention it before Mohammed? And isn’t it kind of weird how there isn’t any record of even a single named person engaging in this practice outside of Islamic texts written in the 800s AD onwards, long after polytheism was no longer practiced? (And as I’ll show later, barely anyone is named even in those texts…)

At any rate, given that every single accusation about Arabs practicing widespread and specifically female infanticide comes from Islamic sources, I suppose we should look at what they actually say on this matter, even though Mohammed’s views of his contemporary polytheists were not exactly, shall we say, neutral and unbiased. I’ll explain why I find them unconvincing in terms of evidence that this was a common practice. This is going to be long! I’m putting this under a cut bc I think probably… five people in total on this entire site care??

Let’s deal with the Quran first. Infanticide is mentioned in four places: 81:8-9, 6:151, 17:31, and 16:58-59. 6:151 (it’s also mentioned a bit before that in surah 6 too but that one just says that it’s Allah’s will, so :|) and 17:31 do not mention daughters specifically and simply tell people not to kill their children because they are poor and starving and don’t have enough food to go around (which was the context of most cases of infanticide throughout world history).

So let’s take a look at the two that are actually about girls. The context of 16:58-59 is Mohammed complaining that the polytheists say that Allah has daughters (the trio of sister-goddesses popular in the Hijaz at the time). 16:58 has Mohammed saying that when one of the polytheists themselves finds out his newborn is a girl, he gets angry, and in 16:59 he has the imaginary polytheist wondering if he should bury the newborn “in the dust”. This is meant to convey that the polytheists disgrace Allah by giving him daughters when they don’t even want them themselves. It’s similar to 43:16-19, which does not mention infanticide but does complain that the polytheists claim that angels are female while being displeased with their own daughters.

(I feel like I’ve repeated this a thousand times, but Islamic sources themselves describe literate women, highly-revered female medics, successful female business owners, women in monogamous marriages, female clan leaders, women who inherited and distributed property, women who chose their own husbands, widows and single mothers working in respected professions, women who were on battlefields, and women leading thousands of troops in this era. The idea that non-Muslim Arabs in Mohammed’s time uniformly loathed women and routinely buried their own daughters is completely nonsensical even judging by solely Islamic sources and it’s absolutely bizarre that this perception still stands. Y’all they were a polygamous society and women seemed to outnumber men, not the other way around. I know some people think “if the Quran says it, it must be true!” but lookit, Alexander the Great did not have horns on his head and pre-Islamic Arabs were not all baby-killing savages, them’s the facts.)

In any case, the ayah actually just says the evildoing polytheists think of doing it because they want sons… not that they do it. Nor does it say that Mohammed has ever seen it happen. It seems highly unlikely that he ever personally witnessed such a thing in Mecca, as even the guys the Quran calls evil by name like Crazy Uncle Abu Lahab had daughters. I’ll also add that some noted Quranic commentators say the phrase “bury [her] in the dust” could be a metaphor meaning “to hide [her] out of sight”, because the first word can also mean “conceal”. But let me talk about the other verses now.

Hold on because the next one’s got a plot twist. Surah 81, At-Takwir, is one of those poetic ones about the end of the world, about the stars falling and seas being set on fire etc. 81:8-9 is part of this poem and says “And when the girl [who was] buried alive is asked/For what sin she was killed”.

The phrase translated as “the girl [who was] buried alive” is all one word, l-mawuda, stemming from a root used only in this ayah. It is evidently meant to refer to one killed via “wad”, meaning (in this case apparently) infanticide. So the word would mean, as literally as possible, “infant (girl) who was killed”. However!!

This verse is mentioned in one sahih hadith, which is… not actually about infanticide at all, but is instead about the practice of “azl”, which is the pull-out method, inexplicably called a form of infanticide (wad al-khafi–hidden infanticide, or “secret (way of) burying alive” as this translation puts it).

Then they asked him about ‘azl, whereupon he said “That is the secret (way of) burying alive”, and Ubaidullah has made this addition in the hadith transmitted by al-Muqri and that is: “When the one buried alive is asked[…] (81:8)”

Where might Mohammed have gotten such an idea? Why, I do believe this other sahih hadith has the answer. Someone informs Mohammed that Jews say that Every Sperm is Sacred (they call it mawudat al-sughra, minor infanticide. While the translation of mawuda as “girl buried alive” is standard now, it is clearly meant more in a general infanticide sense here… it’s not implying the dudes are literally burying their semen in the ground). Mohammed, who does not like Ze Jews, declares them liars. Despite the fact that they are saying literally exactly what he said in that other hadith.

The Jews say that withdrawing the penis (azl) is burying the living girls on a small scale. He (the Prophet) said: The Jews told a lie.

This blatant contradiction in two sahih ahadith has puzzled scholars throughout history and has largely been completely brushed over despite the former (from Sahih Muslim) coming from the most conservative of all the ahadith collections and being repeated by other collectors.Many scholars throughout history have just said “yeah, well, that can’t be right because that’d mean that the prophet contradicted himself!”. Which… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Here’s what I think happened. As with many things in his Mecca days, Mohammed based his understanding on azl on what the Jews said (see: the qiblah switch). Then he got to Medina and realized, oh, the Jews are actually garbage and we should stop imitating them. So when Muslims ask him whether he agrees with the Jews on the subject of azl, he forcefully declares that he does not, despite the fact that… he did. This is, in fact, an accepted explanation for the contradiction: the one where he calls azl infanticide is early, based on what the Jews believed, and was abrogated later once Allah “revealed” that it wasn’t true. And surah 81 is a Meccan surah, meaning it was from the period before he started loathing Jews, and his own followers connected his view on azl with the verse in question!

Anyway… that’s it for the Quran on this subject. I think I’ve explained why I find it pretty much impossible to believe that Arabs commonly murdered their infant daughters based solely on those verses. But of course, we have other sources that mention infanticide. So let’s do some other ahadith learnin’. For the sake of brevity (lol…) I am going to mainly focus on the sahih collections and will not go into any ahadith with da’if/weak narrators or traditions that appear out of nowhere in like the 10th century+ bc what’s even the point.

I think many Muslims would be surprised by how rarely this subject is mentioned in the sahih collections. There is only one hadith within them alleging any infanticide in Mecca itself, and it is this one narrated by Abu Bakr’s daughter Asma (through her son Urwa and his son Hisham).

I saw Zaid bin Amr bin Nufail standing with his back against the Ka'ba and saying, “O people of Quraish! By Allah, none amongst you is on the religion of Abraham except me.” He used to preserve the lives of little girls: If somebody wanted to kill his daughter he would say to him, “Do not kill her for I will feed her on your behalf.” So he would take her, and when she grew up nicely, he would say to her father, “Now if you want her, I will give her to you, and if you wish, I will feed her on your behalf.”

I’ll be straight with you: I do not believe this. Not in the sense that I don’t believe Asma said it, but in the sense that I don’t believe her actual words.

Zayd ibn Amr, for those of you who don’t know, was a man of Mecca (he was Umar’s cousin on one side and Umar’s uncle on the other–don’t practice incest, kids!) who died a bit before Mohammed became a “prophet”. Because he eschewed polytheism, Christianity, and Judaism in favor of some vague Abrahamic tradition, he was sort of retroactively declared a Muslim and all sorts of legends about his life were made up to portray him as a pious and righteous proto-Muslim. Mohammed claimed that he met him by chance at some point and discovered that Zayd happened to follow the same dietary rules that “Allah” would later instruct Mohammed to follow. I guess he is vaguely comparable to John the Baptist in the Christian tradition? Like a predecessor pious guy (who is killed… not because of persecution, though, robbers just shanked him).

Anyway, Asma was like… 10 years old at most when Zayd died, and he had been away on trading business at the time of his death, so it’s a bit unclear what the timeline is here, if it did happen. She would have been 5-8, I guess. And so here is my question: where, exactly, are these girls that he “saved”? She says that he raised multiple young girls, keeping some with him and later returning others to their families. These girls would have been between Asma and Aisha in age and, presumably, some would have been older than Asma.

So what happened to them? Where are they? Why are they never mentioned again?

Not a single one of these girls he supposedly cared for is ever named or referenced. This happened in Mecca, in a well-known family. Zayd’s own children, Saeed and Atiqa, were Muslims quoted in various ahadith. (Saeed was married to Umar’s sister, incidentally, and was part of Umar’s whole anime-ass backstory. Atiqa was a wife of Umar himself and had a rather scandalous personal history, but that’s irrelevant. Point is, neither had anything to say about their father rescuing or raising any kids of either gender.)

Given how young Asma was and how no one, not even Zayd’s own kids, corroborates her account, I tend to look at her words here with some skepticism. If they existed, the women who were “saved” by Zayd as infants would have become Muslims by or before the conquest of Mecca, and at least one of them would have been quoted or just mentioned in some hadith, somewhere. But they weren’t, and imo it’s because this is not something that really happened and is instead just a demonstration of early Islamic myth-making. The same trope is repeated in later and weaker sources, like some poetry attributed to al-Farazdaq claims that his grandfather raised 66 (!!!) girls he “saved”, who would presumably have been the same age as his parents, but does he name a single damn one of them or name the individuals who he “saved” them from? Nope. Just like Zayd’s mysterious disappearing foster daughters, the girls disappear from the story right after they stop being needed to prove a point. Hm.

There are no other recorded instances of specific people in Mecca either practicing or stopping infanticide. In the interest of fairness, despite my loathing for the guy, I must note that a semi-popular story about Umar burying his daughters is fabricated. Umar obviously had many daughters, his eldest being one of Mohammed’s own wives, who was not only not killed but even received an education and was literate.

The only other sahih hadith on this subject is this one, which just lists various bad things and is similar to 6:151. Again, no specific incidents are mentioned. The term used here is “wad al-banat”, meaning presumably the infanticide (wad) of daughters (banat).

Verity Allah, the Glorious and Majestic, has forbidden for you: disobedience to mothers, and burying alive daughters … (etc)

Nothing further is said of this supposedly common practice in any other sahih hadith. Zero people are accused of partaking in this practice, zero people confess to having done it, no one mentions having a murdered sister or aunt or daughter. And judging by the marriage practices of early Islam, there sure doesn’t seem to have been a gender ratio issue.

With this total dearth of evidence in mind, some Islamic scholars over the centuries have relented on the polytheists somewhat, proposing that female infanticide was a rarer practice than some claim in settled areas, but was still practiced somewhere by some tribe. (This is not just a modern practice: they were in the minority, but there were some 9th century scholars like al-Mubarrad who were explicitly skeptical of the baby-killing days of Jahiliyya.) Usually the Bedouin living outside the Hijaz are blamed because, you know, lol silly desert nomads. Even this requires relying on weaker traditions, though. So hey since this is turning into a goddamn dissertation, let’s dive into them!!

First, let me get this one out of the way: Qays ibn Asim, evidently a leader of the Banu Tamim tribe. If you’ve heard any specific person identified with the practice of female infanticide, it’s probably him. There are all sorts of versions of his story, though most of them go like this.

That story says that his tribe was raided by a Lakhmid (Iraqi) king, who took the women as slaves. Eventually the women were returned once peace was negotiated between the parties, but one of them, the daughter of Qays, refused to come home because she wanted to stay with her Lakhmid husband. After that, Qays buried all girls born to his wife, to avoid such a dishonorable thing happening again in the future. Sometimes it’s said there were 8 girls, other times it’s said there were 12. After he converted to Islam, he confessed and repented by sacrificing some of his camels. (Often this is presented as the first case of female infanticide among Arabs, which does… not… make much sense, timeline-wise?)

I suppose it goes without saying that while the Banu Tamim are mentioned (sometimes in a derogatory way, other times in a nice or neutral way) in the six main ahadith collections, this story is not found in any of them… in fact, Qays himself narrates some sahih ahadith and never bothers to mention that he’s apparently killed a dozen babies. Hmmm. Where does the story come from, then?

As far as I can tell, the bare bones of it come from al-Tabarani (he was of the generation of ahadith collectors after Bukhari et al; this book in particular has tens of thousands of ahadith of varying levels of authenticity, many of which are clearly weak), apparently quoting from Nouman ibn Bashir, who says he heard it from Umar (thus the confusion over Umar supposedly killing one of his children).

All that hadith says is that he buried 8 daughters; the other details about his tribe being attacked etc come from weaker/fabricated sources. There’s a variant of the story in which Qays’ wife saves one girl and (somehow??) brings her up on her own and Qays is devastated and shamed of his deeds when he sees her, which appears to be pulled from a fabricated account about some other guy named Awf ibn Muhallam. Neither account is considered sahih or even credible. The same is true of a ridiculous story from Sunan al-Darimi (Google Translate is shit at Arabic but I can’t find an English version, you can at least get the general idea, the unnamed guy says he kicked his daughter down a well as she screamed out for him!) that some people may have heard which is, again, never stated to be authentic and not found in any other collections; the details in that last one are quite clearly meant to demonize polytheists as shockingly as possible.

I searched and searched for the most credible possible account mentioning a specific incident of infanticide, and I think this one here comes closest. It is a hasan hadith from one of Bukhari’s commentaries. This is not Sahih Bukhari–this commentary has ahadith ranging from daif to sahih (weak to strong, hasan is pretty much “okay”). The guy evidently says he killed a daughter (“wadt mawudatan”, translate that as you will) in pre-Islamic times and asks Abu Dhar if he can repent. Abu Dhar says it’s fine because Allah forgives what has been done before Islam… then starts arguing with his wife about food and this hadith is classified under the chapter about giving guests food… the apparent infanticide being totally forgotten for the remainder of the hadith. Weird.

There’s a variant of this story with different wording in one of Imam Ahmed’s collections (#20376), with a different narration chain. The word mawudatan is not present–“wadt” وأدت is in fact without an object there. It’s possible it’s not talking about infanticide at all but rather using the word with a different definition to indicate being a leading participant in polytheistic practices. But… uh. That’s the best I can do here. One guy, and not from a source that’s considered super authentic.

There are no other even sort-of-reputable sources mentioning female infanticide. That’s it. In the entire history of pre-Islamic Arabia, that is the extent of the evidence for “Arabs always used to bury their daughters alive!!”. As you can see, the evidence that this was a common practice is… not convincing in the least, and the conflation between infanticide and splooging outside a vagina is confusing and not helping matters. In summary, please leave our ancestors alone!! They went through enough shit without ppl painting them as baby-killing monsters based on zero non-Islamic sources and barely any Islamic sources either. I’m just asking y’all to evaluate claims of them being evil with the same skepticism you’d grant claims of pagan Europeans being called evil by Christian sources. The fact that we’ve all been taught this “fact” is unfortunate but I hope I’ve convinced you that the practice at least wasn’t as common as it’s presented in the modern era.

I guess we may follow the prophet’s example and blame the Jews for this confusion. And Allah knows best.

#ask #anon #arabs #long post #islam #rant

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THE DOGS IN SHERLOCK'S MIND PALACE

In The Hounds of Baskerville Sherlock mentions for the first time the existance of his mind palace and the audience can watch him enter that palace consciously and on purpose. He is looking for possible meanings of the terms ‘Liberty In Hound’. Browsing the word HOUND Sherlock brings to light two special breeds of dogs and 'Hound Dog’. That's a collective term for various hunting dogs and it is also the title of a very distinctive song adapted by Elvis Presley in the 50s.

"There has to be something ... something ... ah, something ... something buried deep." (Sherlock, THOB)

WOLFHOUND RIDGEBACK HOUND DOG

Someone made the desicion to use exactly these dog breeds and this song for Sherlock's mind palace. Which is very interesting because those choices are rather exceptional. Mostly because there are clearly other possible options for more popular hunting dogs or dogs with a closer link to the story itself .... like ...

The Setter ... THOB starts with an Irish Setter. Redbeard is of the same breed. Why not use one for the mind palace in THOB too? Would that have been to obvious?

The Foxhound ... is probably the best known British hunting dog. Considering that Jim Moriarty uses a tiepin shaped like a fox head later in the story (TRF Trial) .... now, that would have been a lovely connection.

The Greyhound ... is mentioned in Shakespeare's Henry V ... “I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start!" That passage is cited by Sherlock in TLD. Why not use the Greyhound for the mind palace instead of the Wolfhound? What would have been the difference?

The Spaniel ... Paddy, Sherlock's new puppy mentioned on Twitter, the one with the Irish name (Patrick), is an English Springer Spaniel. Additionally there exists also a Shakespeare reference to a spaniel in Two Gentleman of Verona, Act 3, Scene 1, Launce:

"He lives not now that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who ’tis I love; and yet ’tis a woman; but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet ’tis a milkmaid; yet ’tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet ’tis a maid, for she is her master’s maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel; which is much in a bare Christian."

The Basset ... Elvis Presely once performed the song 'Hound Dog' in the presence of a Basset. And Elvis is mentioned a second time in TLD ... as an example of someone who can be recognized solely by his first name, just like Napoleon or Sherlock himself. And of course, there is Shakespeare once again ... he refers to dogs that are supposedly the ancestors of the Basset in A Midsummer Nights Dream, Act IV, Scene 1, Theseus:

“My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew, Crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls, Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tunable Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly. Judge when you hear.”

The Bloodhound ... In ACDs story 'The sign of four' Sherlock Holmes himself is compared to a bloodhound by Dr.Watson. And exactly this quote is mentioned in TSOT (X). Rachel Talalay gifted the crew of Sherlock BBC with a T-shirt displaying a Bloodhound and a shark, arranged very similar as the symbol of Yin and Yang. Toby the Bloodhound appears in TST. Furthermore the ancestor of the Bloodhound is the above mentioned Basset. A Bloodhound for the mind palace would have been quite a logical choice.

And what about Beagle, Pointer, Terrier, Retriever or Labrador? (Nice cameo appearance for Mark's dog Bunsen? :))) Really, there are a lot of possibilities and options ... yet the choice fell on Ridgeback, Wolfhound and 'Hound Dog'. Why?

Let's take a closer look at the 'dogs' of Sherlock's mind palace then.

Ridgeback isn't the full name of the dog breed shown on screen. There exist two other variations of Ridgebacks but both have pointy ears, which makes it easy to classify the first dog in Sherlock's mind palace. This is .....

The Rhodesian Ridgeback

The European forebears of that breed can be traced to the early pioneers of the Cape Colony of southern Africa, who crossed their dogs with the semi-domesticated, ridged hunting dogs of the Khoikhoi. These native dogs, though described as ugly, were noted for their ferocity when acting as guard dogs. The descendents of those dogs, formerly called Boer Hounds, became the forerunners to the modern Rhodesian Ridgeback.

These imposing dogs are known to be loyal, intelligent, sensitive and athletic. Originally, Rhodesian Ridgback's were used for hunting meat, to defended the cattle herds, staff, and homesteads ... even from lions. And because of their ability to keep a lion at bay while awaiting its master's arrival to make the kill, the Rhodesian Ridgback is also known as Van Rooyen's Lion Dog or the African Lion Hound or African Lion Dog. (X)

The African Lion Hound! What a surprise! Of all the available hunting dogs, someone decided to put exactly a Lion Hound into Sherlock's mind palace. The lion .... this big 'yellow' feline ... is closely connected to John Watson throughout the whole story. (X X) In the zodiac, the lion is a sun sign and the sun is also assigned to John ... Sherlock's 'conductor of light'. And similar to John, who is a soldier AND a doctor, the lioness-headed egypt goddess Sekhmet (TGG) is also a goddess of war AND healing, who bears the solar disc on her head.

A lot of 'coincidences'? Well, on to the next dog. :)

Again .... 'Wolfhound' isn't the full name of this dog. But there is only one dog calld Wolfhound, therefore the classification is easy. This is ...

The Irish Wolfhound

The breed is very old; there are suggestions it may have been brought to Ireland as early as 7000 BC. They originally developed from Celtic war hounds to one used for hunting and guarding. Irish Wolfhounds can be an imposing sight due to their formidable size. They are considered to be the largest dogs in the world and are also called Irish Hound, War Dog or Wolf Dog. The name Wolfhound originates from its purpose ... wolf hunting with dogs.

The character of a Wolfhound is most easily described by its historical motto, “gentle when stroked, fierce when provoked". As they are often friendly with strangers they are not very reliable as watchdogs. However, when protection is required this dog is never found wanting and displays its fearless nature. (X)

Regarding Sherlock BBC there are two strong connections to the Irish Wolfhound.

1 - THE WOLF - the winged wolf with the roses who is tattoed onto the brest of the addict in the drugs den in HLV. Tattooed onto a man who is most likely a mirror for Sherlock. The symbolism is quite fitting in my opinion.

'The way this wolf is presented doesn't convey the feeling of agression, evil or danger. Quite the contrary. It appears to be strong and calm, an expression of wisdom in ist eyes. The wolf represents our instinctive nature, basic animal instincts ... everything that is wild and free and independent. Even more so a wolf with wings. The winged wolf is able to fly .... becomes his own 'pilot' ... is able to break free and soar the skies. And the roses? Roses have been the ultimate sign for love since Aphrodite was born from the seafoam.' (That's just my own interpretation of that tattoo.)

The wolf is also strongly connectet to the moon ... just like Sherlock himself, the 'lunatic', ... from the rooftop in PILOT/ASIP to the graveyard at the end of TFP. Originally the term 'lunatic' was used for someone who went crazy with every phase of the moon ... like a werewolf. :)

2 - THE HOUND ... the second connection can be found on the brest of another man ... the H.O.U.N.D. symbol on Dr.Franklands garment. I never gave much attention to the ferociously snarling animal displayed there ... 'the hound' ... until I began researching the 'hounds' in Sherlock's mind palace:

If I'm not very much mistaken then the canine representing H.O.U.N.D. ,,,,, is indeed an Irish Wolfhound ... probably 'in action' and its ears flapping backwards. (Source of pic)

H.O.U.N.D. represents the drug which stimulates fear ... Sherlock's (Henry's) very own, very deepest und most basic fear. And when that monstrous creature awakens and turns up in Dewer's Hollow, with glowing red eyes ... a man emerges out of the poisoned fog .... and Sherlock stares into the face of ... Jim Moriarty.

African Lion Hound and Irish Wolfhound. Indeed! What an interesting choice for Sherlock's mind palace! The hounds humans bred to keep lion and wolf at bay.

Is this another version of ... John or James? But this time symbolized with dogs? Well, let's look at the third 'dog' then ... the HOUND ...

The meaning of 'hound dog'

DOGS: a dog of any of numerous hunting breeds including both scent hounds (such as the bloodhound and beagle) and sight hounds (such as the greyhound and wolfhound)

PERSONS: someone mean or despicable who pursues like a hound, affects by persistent harassing and annoys without ceasing. Or someone who avidly seeks to collect something (I think one could call Jim indeed rather annoying. :))

ELVIS: he adapted the song Hound Dog in the 50s. At one time he performed it alongside with a Basset. But neither Basset nor Bloodhound turn up in Sherlock's mind palace. Instead he hears the first chord of 'Hound Dog' and the face of Elvis Presley overlays his own. Therefore I guess it is the song and not a dog which is the important bit in that deduction.

And 'Hound Dog' - performed by Elvis - has indeed an interesting history.

On the first TV performance of 'Hound Dog' (The Milton Berle Show, June 5, 1956) Elvis started the song up-tempo but after the third verse he slowed it down for a steamy, hip-pumping final verse. The kids in the crowd went wild, but so did the press in the days that followed. Television critics across the country slamed the performance for its "vulgarity" and "animalism." And for the first time Elvis was attacked in the media as "sexual exhibitionist". With 'Hound Dog' and the way Elvis performed that song, his tabloid nickname was born: 'Elvis the pelvis' ... and his performance was declared as "unfit for family viewing." From now on Elvis was filmed consequently from the waist up. In short ... the way Elvis presented Hound Dog to the audience turned the song into a highly sexually charged piece of music.

Watch that performance here if you like. :)

But there is much more to tell about Hound Dog ....

.... because for all the silliness of it's text, there's a not-so-tame edge to the song's back story. Co-writer Jerry Lieber admitted decades later, the song's most famous line was just code for 'You ain't nothing but a m***** f*****'.

Elvis Presley made the song famous, but it wasn't actually written for him. In 1952 Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller gave the song to the big voiced R&B artist Willie Mae "Big Mama" Thornton. Whatever Hound Dog eventually became, it was written as a conventional blues number and in the hands of Thornton, it was a thunderous and lyrically racy song about some no good hound dog of a man about to be kicked to the curb.

You ain't nothing but a hound dog Been snoopin' round my door You can wag your tail But I ain't gonna feed you no more.

Thornton's recording soared to the top of the R&B charts, but it needed to be cleaned up before it would be ready for mainstream audiences of the 50s. Freddie Bell and the Bell Boys did exactly that in 1955. They replaced the racy with the ridiculous, turned a declaration of no more sex ("You can wag your tail but I ain't gonna feed you no more") into a reprimand for poor hunting skills ("Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine"). It was a crowd pleaser when they performed in Las Vegas in 1956. That's where Elvis heard it, liked it, and asked if he could record it. But before the recording Elvis' test-drove' the song on the Milton Berle Show. (X)

Isn't it interesting that Sherlock has stored precisely this song in his mind palace? Or more precisely .... that someone decided to put exactly this song in his MP .... In the MP of the man who says: "This is my hard drive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful ... really useful."

Sooo .... Hound Dog apparently belongs to those things that are really, really useful for Sherlock? Looks like Hound Dog is even more important and useful than the solar system ... because Hound Dog didn't get 'deleted'. Interesting! :))))

Hound Dog is the last thing that turns up in Sherlock's MP session at Baskerville. He stops afterwards. All the previously viewed data rushes through his mind again in quick speed - only partially visible for the audience even if you go shot by shot (that's when I sumbled over the WATSON in Sherlock's mind palace :))) Finally only two words remain between Sherlock's hands ...

Hound ... dog ...

And that's the moment when Sherlock draws his final conclusion ... HOUND ..... PROJECT HOUND ....

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

February, 2018

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subeautiful · 6 years

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Story time! (ALSO SPOILER ALERT!)

Jeremy and I started casually watching How I Met Your Mother (referred to as HIMYM from here on out) and while it was great from an entertainment standpoint and at some points from a feminist standpoint (bc Robin busts her ass working all these crazy jobs and decides she doesn't want kids long before she realizes she can't have them and Lily wrangles 3 kids a career and a man-child husband who likes to make major life changing decisions without consulting her), there was so much about it that was just violently problematic. Ted has NO SENSE of self-worth, like at all, in any way. He takes whatever jobs come his way and he takes whatever girls come his way - and it's not like there's a shortage of them! In 9 seasons Ted gets around A LOT (which is fine!! Consenting adults having a good time is FINE PEOPLE!) BUT it seems like every single one of his "friends" are in some way or another out to get him or using him and honestly, Robin's the worst. But I'll get to that in a second.

So, let's start with Lily and Marshall, who on several occasions decide to just barge into Ted's personal life and shake shit up because they think they know what's best for him - encouragement and talking to your friends is encouraged, of course, but planting fake jewelry to make Ted's girlfriends think he's cheating? Seriously? Or how about when they told Ted they didn't want to hear any more of his drama because they had a baby so he straight up stopped talking to them about his life because they made him feel like HE was drama. And then there's his super problematic parents who would rather lie to him and infantalize him than admit that he's a grown ass man with a grown ass life and can handle things like a divorce much better if it doesn't seem to come from literally nowhere. And Barney, despite seemingly being the only one who actually considers Ted's talents (like sign language) to be cool he still abuses the shit out of Ted with "The Bro Code" for nine straight seasons, then throws a hissy fit when Ted wants to move to Chicago.

And then there's Robin. It's not her fault that Ted hung onto her so tightly - except that it is. She wouldn't go away, wouldn't give him the space he needed to move on from her (REALLY MOVE ON) and even made a deal with him to marry each other as a back-up plan if all else fails. Like really?? Really girl? And even when she moves out of the apartment she has to leave one final reminder that she was there and she had his heart the whole time - she left the blue french horn sitting by the window. In fact it wasn't until Ted married Tracy that Robin finally left him the hell alone, and she was MARRIED to Barney.

And like, seriously, how often did they make Ted feel bad about his "Nerd" stuff? He could speak Italian for fucks sake, and the whole character list of HIMYM treated him like a joke. Youngest architect to build in the NYC Skyline and he's being yo-yo'd by his friends all the time no wonder he was looking for validation in women.

#how i met your mother #himym #ted #robin #tracy #lily #marshall #barney #feminism #bullying #problematic #emotional abuse #manupulation #really there was so much wrong with this show #but i love it so much #id watch it a thousand times #rant

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mfarawr · 6 years

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Thanks for the 11 questions @mind-over-grey-matter. I really enjoyed reading yours. :)

1. What is your earliest memory?

I’m not sure if my earliest memory was prettying to cook my toys in a pot in the living when I was around 2-3 or visiting my mom after my youngest brother was born.

2. If you could have any animal as an animal companion, what animal would you choose?

North American Great Horned Owl 🦉, always my favorite animal.

3. What is the worst song ever?

Any country song that unironically references enjoying riding in tractors.

4. Who has influenced your life the most?

Damn, I’m not sure if I could say one specific person has measurably affected my life above any other person, but I would say cumulatively if it weren’t for my close undergraduate friends I wouldn’t have come to terms with who I am in a healthy loving way. They not only provided a social environment of acceptance but were always there to listen (and chastise if I deserved it), and I’m not sure who I would be without that.

5. What’s your favorite album?

Another difficult choice, but based on sentimentality, and what came to mind first, I’d have to say The Family Jewels by Marina and the Diamonds. “Numb” is still my fave!

6. Are you religious? If so, what made you decide that was right for you? If not, what made you decide you are not?

I still have a complicated relationship with religiosity. On one end, I was raised in an uber-religious, uber-conservative background so moving past concepts like “eternal damnation” and faith aren’t so easily traversed — that shit lingers at the back of your head, eating you up inside slowly over time. Moral of the story was always “no matter what you decide to be true if it’s against God’s word and you don’t reconcile that with him then you have actively chosen to follow the wrong path.” But I also have seen a drastic politicization and closing of my parents perspectives over time. Honestly, as crazy as I find my family they used to always preach “question everything” and “look for the evidence, never take anything as read even if it’s from someone you trust.” I think those are valuable ways to look at the world but not they are just a puppet word vomiting sound-bytes from Sean Hannity and the like. I can get on board with a good amount of the basic moral tennents of Christianity (e.g. don’t murder, don’t steal) but the reason I have moved myself into a kind of agnostic category is bc I can’t get myself to believe that a God who claims to love everyone would make an exception bc of something biological, like sexuality (I have the scientific research articles if anyone wants them), but I’ve also heard it argued that all instances of homosexuality as negative examples in the Bible are cherry-picked to target homosexuals when in fact they are examples of other things not to do when contextualized in the chapter they are in (like not cheating on a spouse, etc). Whether that’s true or not I’ll have to do the research myself for my inevitable coming out. But long story short I am increasingly distant with my religious background and my feelings are still incredibly complicated on the subject. I have learned to recognize that every major religion has valuable tennents about how to treat people, and now tend to prefer humanist belief systems — like certain sects of Buddhism — that seek the improvement of self and society.

7. What is one thing that is really troubling you right now?

I’m planning to come out to my family this month and the prospect of being disowned by my family (which will inevitably happen), makes me feel like I’m falling helplessly into an abyss. Mostly because of my mother and brother Jason, whom I love dearly. But I also can no longer live in this web, nay cocoon, of lies that I’ve built around myself for all these years. The more I build on this lie the more fragile I feel it becoming and I want all of this to resolve on my terms. But how? What’s the best way? I have my plan but only time will tell.

8. Name three of your favorite artists (can be music artists or any form of art artist).

Through an introduction by @theprancingpony I have found myself deeply in love with the art of John Singer Sargent. Whose complicated mixture of Impressionism and realism in the human form I find so enticing.

Marina and the Diamonds is my forever queen with her use of sociopolitical satire, especially as relates to women and society’s treatment of them.

And all things Monet or Renoir. I just find their soft impressionist interpretations of nature to be so relaxing.

9. What is your favorite sweet food?

Do milkshakes count? I could have a milkshake evey day, even with different flavor varieties and probably be happy forever. Mint is my favorite, but I’m also all about them citrus flavors.

10. What are three of your best qualities?

Oh gawd, self reflection 💀. I would say my three best characteristics — though I’m not sure who strictly defined as characteristics these will be but meh:

I think am a extremely curious, and not in a negative prying kind of way (though a bit of casual drama from time to time can be enticing), I’m interested in problems and systems that perpetuate problems, that work their way into our daily lives from the top down. I’m curious about the stories of the down-trodden, of how things could be different, of how everyone will follow their life’s course.

Is having a spirit for travel/adventure a characteristic? Even if not, I just revel in the feeling of being in a new place, watching a different set of people engage in their everyday actions surrounded by a different history, architecture, culture, climate, etc. I just can never get enough.

Adaptability I would say is my third best quality. Whether it’s quickly adjusting from moving hither and thither, changing life circumstances, conversational flexibility, I generally think I adapt quickly to new places and situations with relative ease and can usually make a good impression with those I encounter in the process.

11. If you were going to jail but you were allowed to bring four things with you, what would those four things be?

My violin case with its contents inside lol (violin wouldn’t be useful for long without Rosin haha). It would be a great way to spend time.

The hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy ultimate edition (its 5 large books in 1 and hilarious to boot, I’d probably need some positivity like that in my life if I were in jail).

An empty book in which to write my feelings, frustrations, and potentially creative musings.

I suppose a pen, for the purpose of said writing.

I have most of the same friends as you @mind-over-grey-matter haha, but I guess I can try a few peeps if they are interested (I’ll keep your questions though bc they were killer! :D) @theprancingpony, @queerypie, @mrfergusdoyle

#me #11 questions #music #religion #sexuality #gay #coming out #art

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