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amysubmits · 2 years

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Can I ask about why you use "traditional gender roles" to describe your dynamic instead of something like service or domestic? I know from your posts that you say youre not one of those "women must be submissive, men must be dominant" types so I dont know why you would put your dynamic in terms of gender like that, if that makes sense. Especially as a non binary person, Im super curious (and, full disclosure, a little bit suspicious) in general about folks who make their kinks about their gender, if that makes sense.

Sorry it's taken me a while to get to your ask.

I suppose I use 'traditional gender roles' for three main reasons.

First, before I knew I wanted "D/s" I thought of what I wanted as "an old fashioned relationship". I was loosely familiar with BDSM, and had heard of 'doms' and 'subs' but I didn't know about "lifestyle D/s" (meaning a power-exchange based relationship style) until like five years ago. Prior to that I thought dominance, submission, kink, etc were all exclusively about sex, basically. While I pretty much always knew I was at least a little kinky, my deeper desire was to live 24/7 D/s...but I had no clue that this could be connected to BDSM. Now that I've been part of the D/s or BDSM or kink community for so long, it feels weird that I was so clueless about lifestyle D/s...but I don't think I am probably alone in that...I think BDSM and kink are things that pretty much all adults know exist, where 24/7 D/s or having a 'leader/follower' relationship style isn't something that everyone realizes can be connected to kink or BDSM. So because of that, I thought my desire to be a "follower" or whatever was just this random desire I had, I didn't associate it to my interest in kink at all. So I thought I wanted an 'old fashioned' relationship style, or something like that. never came across 'trad' communities when I was younger, but when I come across 'trad' content now, I can't help but think that if I had found that stuff when I was younger, that I would have thought it was what I wanted. In other words...I feel like 'being traditional' is often a gateway to D/s for people who just discover 'trad' stuff before they discover lifestyle D/s. Frankly, it's almost funny to me to see some of these blogs claim that it's not sexual at all yet their whole blog is obsessed with deferring to their husbands and things like that. There's so much sexual tension on some of their posts that it's clear they're turned on by power exchange. While I may find it slightly funny at times, on a deeper level, I find a lot of it concerning, too. It concerns me, because while there are rare people in the trad community who are more open minded, most of the trad community has some deeply problematic beliefs about gender and sexuality and politics, in my opinion. So, I totally get why a lot of people who are D/s refuse to associate one bit with anything related to being traditional. I really do. However...this kinda takes me into my next point.

Second reason. Part of the trad community tries to push this idea that you can only 'really' be traditional if you believe it's how everyone should be forced to live. In other words, if you believe in enforced gender roles. I think this is really just stupid, frankly. Choosing a 'lifestyle' for yourself doesn't have to mean you think it is how everyone should live, regardless of what that 'lifestyle' is. It's always valid to say I like this for me, but I want others to do whatever they like. What I'm basically trying to say is...part of it is a bit of rebellion against that idea? I'm trying to claim the label myself as a way of not letting the label belong to the sexists. I'd like other young people who may currently think they are just trad (but really want D/s, ultimately) to know that they can see themselves as trad but also be feminist, be pro LGBTQ+, and not try to push their lifestyle onto other people. I'd like them to know that they can enjoy embracing traditional gender roles within their relationship in a way that just feels good and warm and loving to them, while also admitting that it actually does tur them on somewhat, too, and maybe it does correlate to their sexuality at least somewhat, too. I want them to know that the 'I choose femininity, not feminism' memes are bullshit. That they can have their cake and eat it too. So, I guess I'm hoping to be one example of that, and I hope that some of those people come across my blog when I use TGR in my bio or occasionally use it in my tags, and realize they don't have to buy into all the toxic bullshit just because they like being traditional or traditional gender roles.

Third reason. My femininity feels linked to my submission, to me. I feel more submissive when I embrace things that make me feel feminine, and vise-versa. I am not saying that feminine things are inherently submissive, and I'm not saying that submissive things are inherently feminine. I'm just saying that there are undercurrents in both that feel connected for me personally. I personally find the traditional concept of masculinity attractive both in terms of just...that's the type of partner I want as it's what I am drawn to overall, but also sexually. This is part of how I experience my submission, my sexuality, and my gender expression.

So I just feel like it's accurate to say that we are embracing traditional gender roles, but we do so because it's what we like, not because it's what we think is 'best' or what others should do. I think it would be really harmful if everyone felt like they had to live this way, I don't believe in enforced gender roles at all. I just see part of what my relationship is doing, is embracing traditional gender roles...it's just a more open minded version of TGR than what most people associate the phrase with. But kind of back to point #2...I feel like we should be able to embrace that label, that it doesn't belong to the 'enforced' gender roles crowd and the sexist crowd, etc.

#asks #traditional gender roles #d/s #24/7 d/s

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astro211 · 3 years

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Developed vs. Underdeveloped traits

Take this with grain of salt. Its not a full list just small descriptions (mostly for fun) Use Sun Moon or Rising.

LIBRA

Developed: They are diplomatic and charming people. They can stand on their own and aren’t scared to disagree with someone, because they know how to do so in a respectful manner, and if that person has an issue with it, its okay because libra knows it’s not their problem to fix. They are be polite but more authentic. Certainly the type you can take home to momma. They can create a true balance between things/people. They easily see things from another’s perspective and are great at collaborating with people. They are wonderfully creative and use their creative and romantic abilities to create beautiful connections with other individuals. Low-key mind readers.

Underdeveloped: Can be way too concerned with finding someone to love/having someone love them. They can be dependent and as a result sacrifice authenticity for company. They don’t create real bonds because they may be too agreeable and lack an opinion becoming a mirror of the person/people they are with. They can struggle with the unfairness of the world. They can be shallow, flirtatious and flakey. struggle with being a door-matt. Lack backbone. They say things they think you want to hear. They deeply fear confrontation and are very avoidant and it can create a bad rep. Generally they may be basic and sooo corny.

SCORPIO

Developed: Fiercely intelligent and their intuition is like a superpower. They can’t be fooled or its not an easy task. They are able to let things go and welcome the changes that come. They transform into something greater. The Phoenix is often referred to with scorpio/pluto. They have a need to change and transform, so they satisfy this by burning away the useless parts of themselves ~even if it’s most of them~ then they are reborn into what is greater and stronger than before. They can get to the root of things and can make for wonderful artists. They know their power (and boy do they have power) and wield it wisely. Charming babes, very perceptive and don’t have time for BS so they keep it real.

Underdeveloped: Emo babies. They can be way too edgy and people may have to constantly tip toe around them otherwise risking being attacked. This is because underdeveloped scorpio placements can be paranoid, hypersensitive and perceive anything as a personal attack. They don’t know how to deal with the depths of their emotions, resulting in a hypersensitive edge lord that probably can’t handle any sort of lighthearted joke. They perhaps have yet to chop away at the no longer useful parts of themselves and this can result in a self-destructive nature. I predict a tendency towards the ‘fuck it’ mindset which ultimately fucks them over. Intense but in a manner that pushes people away.

SAGITTARIUS

Developed: Glorious sunshine babies who radiate pure joy and deserve to be beloved by all. (Im a sagittarius so I would know;) ). They are honest. They can see the truth for what it is. Even with the cruel realities of the world but they still remain joyful and optimistic. They know when/how to keep their mouths shut. They’re thoughtful and charming. They can see the bigger picture and how beautiful it is and they share that image with those around them, inspiring themselves and others to aim high. They bring up the moods of those around them. Funny and able to roll with the punches. They are fearless and focused. They work hard and their positive outlooks bring them good luck.

Underdeveloped: Blunt. Their honesty can be very misguided and it can create really awkward situations. They can be sooo laid back that they don’t even care about how they impact those around them or even what happens to themselves (similar to scorpios ‘fuck it’ I’ve seen this with both). They can be hotheaded and stubbornly preachy, insisting their way is the only and right way. They exaggerate often because they haven’t developed their inner storyteller. They procrastinate and escape any difficulties because they don’t know how to handle negativity in life. Their escapist nature can make them flakey. Not the best people to lean on because they’ll vanish esp. if they feel like there is too much responsibility on their shoulders.

CAPRICORN

Developed: These babies work hard and they kick ass! They have unstoppable self-care/ compassion for themselves. They don’t fear failure, instead they use it to their advantage and learn from it. They, like sagittarius, look to the future and can see whats possible and as a result they prepare and are very disciplined as they know hard work pays off. They evaluate people and things and easily can determine who and what is worth their time, and are disciplined about not wasting their time energy or resources. Once they decide someone/thing is worthy they are devoted. They are serious at times but its rooted in practicality.

Underdeveloped: They can be stubborn and struggle to work well with others. Too prideful. They know what needs to be done and they don’t like the idea of other people getting in their way. They can be very cynical and this may skew their visions of the future, for their prepared nature is meant to help them but this may demotivate them instead if they are plagued by self-doubt. Their cold and bitchy when they shouldn’t be. They can be way to serious and constantly be putting a damper on things. Difficulty being open or vulnerable with anyone. They live life alone because its easier and safer than devoting yourself to someone who may stab you in the back and leave you bleeding in the cold.

AQUARIUS

Developed: These guys are trend setters. Icons. They don’t need anybody’s approval. They change the world. They bring people together. Fearless when they fight for what they believe in. Nothing can hold them back, stares, words of discouragement; they know what they’re doing and not you nor anybody else can stop them. They’re very intelligent. Compassionate as hell and they really love hard. They are the masters of not giving a fuck. They are visionaries. Great leaders. They do their own thing and yeah they probably stand out and are very capable of influencing those around them. Authentic, cool and unforgettable.

Underdeveloped: Lone wolf. Extreme in a manner that pushes people away. They have to stand out even if its for negative reasons. They distance themselves from other people. They’re too in their head and just observe instead of live. They might do whatever they can to blend in or people please. They want to be part of a group so much it stops them from being an individual OR they consistently keep people at arms length so they feel disconnected from people, and it fuels the idea they’re just too strange and unique for human connection. They may be very contradictory and confusing.

PISCES

developed: Confident, creative compassionate. These folks can create a whole new world and if you’re lucky you’ll be invited in. They have a healing nature/ their positive energy is intoxicating and brings people up. They take care of themselves; they extend their empathy towards themselves /past present future self/ which enables them to take care of themselves. i.e. forgiving past self to move forward// doing things now to help future self. Pisces high levels of sensitivity can make them rather magical. Fantastic artists. Big hearts.

Underdeveloped: Escapists. Cant handle the world, would rather eat, drink sleep, etc. They isolate and dream but in a damaging way. The world drains them, perhaps because they have yet to emotionally figure out where they end and the world around them begins. They can take on a victim mentality. Lying is another poor energy this sign might lean into. Deception. Laziness. Hypersensitivity. They really need solid boundaries in order to flourish. sure, we all do but Pisces energy is particularly delicate to the energy around them so esp. for this sign. Directionless and not fully present.

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roughentumble · 3 years

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I would like to hear.. your silence of the lambs series opinions......

series as in, the new clarice tv show that's out? haven't watched it yet. series as in, those old movies that feature anthony hopkins as hannibal lecter? surely!

fair warning, i probably dont have anything new to say that hasnt been said before, considering these are all long since classics, and my thoughts might be a little disjointed.

it's difficult to sum up opinions about it on the whole, since the movie quality honestly varies so wildly, and as i recall basically every single movie had a different director lol. also like, there's definitely a reason silence of the lambs stood out as The hannibal movie that got talked about and went into The Annals Of Film History n' all that. there's something about jodie foster's performance that's particularly electric(though that could be nostalgia talking, i suppose)

the opportunities she had, as an actress, to really show emotion on her face, like the claustrophobic close-ups we got were really intimate and interesting, added to the sense we were getting into her head. that HANNIBAL was getting into her head. i've already used the word intimate, but really, the long drawn out conversations/monologues between her and hannibal are just that-- intimate. you have to have stellar performances to pull off that much dialogue, and shots that intensely focused, where a face takes up so much of the screen. but it works! because hopkins and foster are fantastic actors, and jonathen demme is a good director.

there's a reason a lot of people didn't like the switch to julianne moore, and i would say it isnt entirely moore's fault. ridley scott, for one, is simply a different director with different ideas of shot composition, which changes how the character feels pretty drastically when the style so heavily informed your feelings for her. but also, in general, the film just kind of approaches clarice from a different angle, which is pretty bumpy territory to go into on the tail of switching your lead actress. not only is moore just really different from foster, but we've gone from this kind of invasive intimacy with hannibal probing her in confined spaces, to her being on the chase. in particular what sticks out to me is a chase sequence where she's trying to find hannibal in a crowded mall.(i think it was a mall?? its been a minute since i last watched the film haha) despite how the crowd might lead to a sense of claustrophobia, these are wide open shots with lots of spinning and movement, no time for introspective face journies. it's a chase in a totally different sense than before, and that i think is major difference in tone. which isn't to say it's a bad choice, or a loss, or that it's worse, just that it's fundamentally very different material that moore was given fo work with. of course her performance differed from fosters!

i still think jodie foster did it better, but some folks were too hard on julianne moore. if anything, hold beef with the writers and new director for pivoting tonally(although, dont do that either, i think it was an interesting shift. the scene with her and hannibal, where hannibal fries up that dude's brain was SO GOOD, i loved loved loved the return to a twisted sense of intimacy for that scene, and a few others, and that sense of return wouldn't have hit the same were the whole movie to follow the same tone as demme's work.)

also quick sidebar, when i watched hannibal(the movie from 2001) i was BLOWN AWAY by realizing, in retrospect, just how absolutely perfectly micheal pitt nailed the role of mason verger in hannibal(the tv show). vocally, he sounded almost identicle to the og performance, WHAT!!! major props, i love micheal pitt. so cool

manhunter 1987 or whatever year it came out is garbage and we dont talk about it. it was physically painful to watch. my poor mother made us stop watching hannibal movies for the rest of the day because it literally put her in physical pain. it's so 80s i want to vomit. do not recommend.

red dragon was pretty good, and if you entered the series of films armed only with knowledge of hannibal nbc, gave some really fascinating context to some of the events therein. edward norton's performance was fine-- didn't blow my mind, but i do love to watch him on screen. anthony hopkins' portrayal of a free hannibal, on the run, who still can't help but taunt the police and stick his nose into investigations was shockingly compelling, despite how much of a cliche trope that's become in recent years. can't say i recall anything interesting to say about the directing, but it certainly doesnt hold the same intimacy of the previous films-- but then again, we've lost the intimate character of clarice, swapping her out for graham(who simply isnt as close, or interesting, or compelling, when he isnt on nbc and shaking like a wet chihuahua)

hannibal rising, the last film in the series, was very very very bad. BUT, unlike manhunter 198whatever, it managed to be fun about it! lots of very goofy deaths and things to make you roll your eyes, stupid character motivations and odd acting choices. but it seems aware, on some level, that it's the last and the silliest of the entries into this particular film series, which earns it some good will. whether or not its worth a watch comes down to how much you're willing to consume everything with the name hannibal on it, and whether you can abide by a hannibal that isnt played by sir anthony hopkins.

OK. ok. we're getting to the end of my thoughts here, kids. i prommy.

it's also, despite every single part of it that i enjoy and that brings me joy, almost unforgivably racist and transphobic. the weird exotification and obsession with asia(and japan in particular), especially when none of those elements felt important or relevant to the story was consistently shocking, and consistently present in essentially every single hannibal movie, ESPECIALLY ones that dealt with his childhood. it didn't ever feel like a natural part of the story, where they happened include people from another culture or anything, it felt like the author's fetish. i never truly understood how these reoccuring themes and symbols were meant to tie in with the rest of the story, even after an entire film set in the past, showiing hannibal's childhood and how he came to live with a japanese woman. it was weird! it was uncomfortable! it was bad! even hannibal nbc couldnt make it not weird. i'd love a hannibal movie with a japanese person in it who WASNT treated really, really, really weird. but i dont think i will ever get that.

and like. wrt transphobia-- do i even need to say it? buffalo bill's been talked to death. we all know the issue there.

if a japanese person, or a trans woman, came to me and said "shawn, everyone says its a classic, but i cant bring myself to watch [insert hannibal movie here]" i would not blame them. it isnt the whole movie, but its enough to feel real bad, scoob.

its not enough to make me fall out of love with silence of the lambs, or hate hannibal(the film, god thats a confusing name), or even hate the film series, but its something that deserves tl be talked about. i've heard lots of discussion on the transphobia, but basically none on the racism, which is a real shame. sometimes it feels like no one else even noticed it, and it really leaves me floundering, because its like-- its RIGHT THERE and its so weird and bad. thomas harris, what the fuck

OKAY I THINK THATS ALL MY THOUGHTS FOR NOW?????? i could maybe come up with more, *shrugs*, but i'd need more time at least.

summary:: very problematic, and not because he eats people. but overall some of the films are fantastic, and silence of the lambs does hold a special place in my heart. and even if i didnt like it nearly as much, i'll defend hannibal(the film with julianne moore) till im blue in the face, because even if it didnt quite capture lightening in a bottle it still brought some interesting things to the table. decent enough movie series with enough variation in film tone and quality to make watching them all in a row enjoyable, because it keeps things from getting stale. (could probably have done with SOME consistency tho, lol, they were really flying by the seat of their pants. they had hopkins and that was IT, only thing that carried over from production to production lol)

#im exaggerating wrt that last line abt hopkins #they couldve had other people in the staff that worked on multiple films in the series #i havent looked THAT much into it

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still-a-valid-ace · 4 years

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hi im sending this because i don’t know who else to ask. im 23 and a virgin. i wouldnt call myself ace but i am terrifying of having sex. i enjoying thinking about it and i feel attraction to people in theory but in reality i’m so so scared of sex i couldn’t image feeling comfortable or safe with someone. i don’t have trauma or anything but i do have body dysmorphic disorder. i don’t know if i’m ace or just self conscious. what do you think? sorry if this is weird

Hi anon. First, you don’t need to apologize, there’s nothing weird about what you’re going through and it’s very understandable to reach out for advice. I’m going to answer your question in two parts. 1) It sounds like what you’re experiencing is something commonly called sex-repulsion. I’m going to steal the definition of this term from lgbta.wikia.org: “Sex-repulsed (also known as sex-negative, or sex-averse) is a term that is used most commonly by asexual individuals to indicate that they find sex disgusting or revolting. Sex-repulsion can take many different forms: For some people, they are repulsed at the idea of engaging in sex themselves, but are fine with sexual activity that does not involve them. Other people may be repulsed by the idea of sex in general. For some people, sex-repulsion is only directed at the act of intercourse; for other people, repulsion may extend to other sexual acts. Some people may experience varying amounts of sex-repulsion.” Sex-repulsion can occur for many reasons, not just trauma. It’s up to you to decide how you want to deal with it - if it’s causing you a lot of anxiety and fear, it might be good to talk with a therapist or even just read online and see if you can learn more about the source of your repulsion. You DO NOT need to seek a so-called fix or cure or force yourself to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing, not EVER, but it’s also not necessarily healthy to let something like this fester without any introspection or self-care. In the end that’s up to you, though, and you would want to make sure you found a counselor or resource that was queer friendly and sex positive. (Note I say sex positive, not favorable - sex positivity emphasizes that we all have a choice in our sex life, or lack thereof, not that we need to have one to be whole or healthy,) 2) Not all aces are sex-repulsed, and not everyone who is sex-repulsed is ace. HOWEVER, because sex-repulsion often leads to avoiding sexual relationships, which can lead to avoiding romantic relationships because society makes us think the two have to go hand in hand, a lot of sex-repulsed people find comfort and community under the ace umbrella. And that’s great! Why you identify with a label is between you and that label, and as long as you do so in good faith then you are welcome in the community. I say this because I want you to know that you don’t have to identify as ace if that doesn’t fit. If there are aspects of the ace community that you identify with, though, because of being sex-repulsed, it’s also okay to stop by once in a while and hang out with us. :) Or if/when you feel like being a little louder in your own particular community, you can stand up for the sex-repulsed folks there. I promise you won’t be the only one. And finally, aaaaalllll this is just my opinion so take it with a grain of salt. Again, you don’t have to claim a label that doesn’t fit, and that includes “sex-repulsed”. Take a look online, see what folks are saying on Tumblr and in forums or whatever the kids are using these days, and see how your experiences fit. I wish you luck, and please know my DMs are always open if you want to talk directly. <3

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hyperfixationqueen · 4 years

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Alastor being Mixed, Creole, and a Voodoo Practicioner

Mkay so since it’s canon (as of now??) that Alastor is mixed race and Creole,, and in the Pilot he has many voodoo symbols and references (Charlie mentions it as well), it is highly likely he is a mixed Creole person from New Orleans, Louisiana.

So Vivziepop says Alastor is Creole, which isn’t necessarily defined by race. They also heavily imply in the show that he’s a practitioner of Voodoo/Hoodoo, which are defined by many actual members of those communities to be a closed religion/practice. This means that the only people that can practice voodoo (the religion) or hoodoo (the folk magic) are black people, or people of African Descent/Heritage. Alastor being mixed and likely from a region heavily populated with practitioners of Voodoo, makes it likely he is also a Voodoo practicioner, which wil hopefully be (accurately) represented in the show. It could definitely make things interesting!

Although the Hazbin crew have been very iffy on Alastor’s race; they seem to not have their minds completely made up? I’m not sure why though. Imo if they want to make him connected to voodoo and have all those connotations, they should make him mixed/black. As a white person that has read up on people’s opinions about voodoo being closed/open, it seems to me that only black people or people with close African roots should practice. I’ll just leave sources/more to read about that I suppose.

Basically, if the crew wants to keep up with the American Voodoo influences, I’d keep Al as a southern mixed guy. I’d ask them to keep in mind that correlating an antagonist character wth a religion/practice that is already heavily stigmatized might not be the best idea?? But since they’ve already kinda dug in, I would just be careful.. make sure to represent Alastor as being an antagonistic character that happens to be a voodoo practitioner instead of contributing to the stereotypes that voodoo/hoodoo are dark magic or whatever.

If I got anything wrong, please feel free to tell me! I’m not the most knowledgeable on this topic, but I tried my best to research and read experiences from those that are a part of voodoo/hoodoo. I also acknowledge that those involved with the practice may have differing opinions, but from what I’ve seen many agree that Voodoo, Hoodoo, and Vodou are closed practices/religions. But yeah, feel free to add on or correct me on anything!

Posts About Vodou/Voodoo/Hoodoo being Closed Practices:

https://blog.spiritroots.co/post/172918271218/the-racism-appropriation-of-africana-traditions

https://mamaruehh.tumblr.com/post/171012800044/the-power-the-mystery-and-the-glory-that-is

https://blog.spiritroots.co/post/173660288818/i-was-born-to-a-line-of-witches-clairvoyants-and

https://heretic-knights.tumblr.com/post/183678793344/yall-act-like-you-can-separate-hoodoo-from

https://marvelsguantletkeeper.tumblr.com/post/183915108230/ive-said-it-before-and-ill-say-it-again-dead

https://audio-sexual.tumblr.com/post/616743694549303296/some-fffff-witch-decided-to-play-colonizer

https://lady-of-flowers.tumblr.com/post/179902597795/hoodoo-is-a-closed-tradition-to-those-of-the

https://shewhohonors.tumblr.com/post/182903231157/hoodoo-is-for-black-people

https://clairecognizance.tumblr.com/post/183194229884/why-would-the-spirits-care-if-they-were-merely

https://shewhohonors.tumblr.com/post/183201116387/hoodoo-a-not-so-popular-opinion

https://afrocentric-divination.tumblr.com/post/157906846109/whats-the-difference-between-hoodoo-voodoo-and

https://lady-of-flowers.tumblr.com/post/184025870580/since-soulsistrin-blocked-me-let-me-just-repeat

https://blog.spiritroots.co/post/171712374528/hi-i-saw-your-posts-about-rootwork-and-i-was

https://shewhohonors.tumblr.com/post/183919483047/a-lot-of-non-blackmostly-white-people-want-to

https://hyperfixationqueen.tumblr.com/post/621600695930470400/i-woke-up-to-a-white-woman-calling-rootworkers

https://taankhsrealhoodoo.tumblr.com/post/186443862150/if-you-did-not-descend-from-these-people-former

https://lavenderlundi.tumblr.com/post/184992859867/hoodoo-is-an-african-american-folk-practice-that

https://shewhohonors.tumblr.com/post/187084250452/non-black-people-dont-get-personally-called

https://airyaphrodite.tumblr.com/post/621166414038007808/white-witches-yall-r-not-descendants-of-white

https://stormywitch.tumblr.com/post/186212386336/heres-the-thing-i-am-all-for-white-people-im

https://justiceayo.tumblr.com/post/617335074122235904/a-working-bibliography-of-books-on

https://niggazinmoscow.tumblr.com/post/171449117328/great-thread

https://fayzaundevon.tumblr.com/post/170688899166/feel-free-to-reblog-this

Good Post on Alastor and Vodou:

https://galemalio.tumblr.com/post/611798202963968000/mindful-consumption-of-hazbin-hotels-vodoo

Cute Theory About it:

https://caskit2.tumblr.com/post/190394320076/guys-holy-hotdog

#hazbin hotel #alastor #myposts #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor voodoo #voodoo #hoodoo #vodou #voodou #vodoun #new orleans #hazbin hotel theory

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autumnpleaves · 4 years

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My friend is homophobic and Im not out to her yet. Other than that, she’s really awesome. What do I do? Am I supposed to stop being her friend??? -C

*stunned silence*

*sudden release of air*

Aight, C. You’re in some deep, deep, deep snow right now-

Let’s see.

First step, do you know where this belief comes from?

Is it like from her parents, religious beliefs, the internet, social media, something? At all? Like coz as humans that socialize and interact, we are constantly being influenced without us knowing, and maybe through understanding the root of your friend’s homophobia.

This is important, because well, assuming because you say that she’s *really* awesome, that means this friend means *kinda* a lot to you. So in trying to *salvage* this relationship, let’s say you try to reason with your friend.

Second step, so- you know where the idea came from, what now?

Well if it’s a religious thing, then that might be a little complicated. As a religious person myself, I kind of understand where people like this might come from. But as we all should remember that the main core and center of say like Christianity, or something (sorry, I can also speak for the Christianity peeps) should be Love and Caring.

If it’s a family thing, that would be also- complicated. (Realizing this, is really down-heartening honestly, homophobia in general is just... complicated). Usually, people who’s views are affected by like family beliefs would hold on to that belief really tight, like... especially if they are influenced from a really young age. But I do believe that if your friend is willing to keep an open mind, anything is possible.

Do keep in mind though, that if you want to confront this friend, remain calm.

Usually, homophobia is caused by lack of information/knowledge on the topic, and so it’s usually surrounded by stereotypes from like media or family. You could try educating yourself on some FAQs and what not. It’s easy to find them online.

There is a possibility that your friend simply has not have a friend that is part of the LGBTQIAP+ community, and just simply doesn’t understand how a relationship between the same sex or gender might work. That is valid, and remember, that if you do try to challenge this view, it’s not going to change overnight.

They might be suppressing their own identity, and is simply oppressed and hides in the closet of internal homophobia (not always true, but likely most of the time).

Maybe try educating them, gently and with compassion.

No one likes a lecture, just ~maybe~ casually say something like... “Hey, have you ever noticed like children with two moms/dads are as happy as we are-” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT- Okay, I’m not an expert at imaginary conversations. I do think that maybe if y’all are in like a conservative area, not enough *exposure* to these things may induce beliefs like “They’re disgusting, sinful, etc. etc.”.

There are like many really interesting and helpful facts out there, such as like-

Did you know that by normalizing same sex marriages, it can actually save taxpayers money and could boost the economy? Coz like weddings, and this is not a secret, can be like really expensive and by normalizing it or at the very least, like legalizing it would boost the economy and tax and stuff, and would support more jobs for the people out there! So in like a round about way kind of route, it helps :D

(Lemme know if this is like wrong or whatever, I tried to do my proper research- I’ll cite my sources if you wanna read more)

Another fact, is that most homosexual relationships are *obviously* not that different from heterosexual ones. Both of those relationships seek long lasting and happy relationships, and well if homosexuals find happiness, joy, and love in another homosexual, then shouldn’t that be a good thing and a celebrated thing?

Why is marriage a really important thing, you ask? Well from the resources I have collected and my own opinions and thoughts...

Marriage is essentially kind of like having like a ‘privelage card’ I guess you can say that? I wouldn’t phrase it that way, but from what I read it allows like economic and social support to the couples (from the government?).

*MOST* married people experience better physical and mental health. Marriage in most places allow couples the tools and the security to build a life together, protect their families, and (according to source) state and federal marriage laws provide a safety net of over 1200 *LEGAL and ECONOMIC PROTECTION* for married couples and their children.

This is important when visiting the spouse in the hospital, transferring property, and a whole lotta legal stuff that you can read more about online :)

“Why is this going all the way to marriage? Literally all I asked is about whether or not I should stay friends with this person. :|”

You’re right, but I can’t resist ;)

XDDD

I’m just giving resources and maybe facts and statistics to back it up, if your friend is that type of person. (Unless it’s a more religious thing, then that’s going to be hard, and you might want to like... I wouldn’t say blackmail? But like read up on your friend’s religion (if she has one) online and how or what the religion says about such topics. (Yes, I am well aware there are *LOADS* online going the opposite way [I am disappointed to see it, but *shrugs*] find the ones where they *DO* support LGBTQIAP+ folks :)) )

I’m sorry that this is kinda long, and all. I just hope everything goes well.

Just a quick side note-

If you feel unsafe or like doubtful on whether or not you should come out to someone (your friend in this context-) I think it’s best you Don’t.

I’m not saying you should never, but your friend could out you and blackmail or bully you, and that is not fun.

Especially since you know that she is has homophobic ideas, I advise you not to touch that coming out closet yet. Feels annoying and sad, I get it. But it’s unsafe and I don’t think it’ll end well.

If after all this, your friend still doesn’t understand or can’t change her ideas (give it a few days, really. Nothing, especially personalities, ideas, nor beliefs, could change overnight)

Then the best way to do it, is end that friendship over there. She’s a great friend, but being a homophobe, which clearly and obviously concerns your identity as well, is not a nice thing. You’ll constantly feel pressured and I think eventually, in a friendship where you can’t be honest or anything with your friend, it’s not going to work out for long and you’re going to ruin your mental health :)

I hope this helps, canon. I really hope it does. And best of luck and wishes to you. Feel free to reach out for more info/advice or anything at all. I’ll do my best to help ^-^

Sources

https://metro.co.uk/2019/11/28/how-to-deal-with-a-homophobic-friend-11233282/

https://family.lovetoknow.com/how-deal-being-homophobic-family

http://www.whymarriagematters.org/pages/just-the-facts-q-and-a

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/learn/sexual-orientation/sexual-orientation/what-homophobia

https://medium.com/james-finn/how-to-help-a-friend-recover-from-homophobic-self-loathing-79b653925e6

https://www.apa.org/topics/divorce/same-sex-marriage

https://www.aljazeera.com/ajimpact/economic-impact-sex-marriage-190625232031095.html

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thewoodbine · 5 years

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Am I practicing witchcraft right?

Ive gotten a lot of questions like this in the wake of my last major post that went off on the fluffy bunny witch culture of Tumblr and here's the true truth:

There is no ONE way to practice witchcraft, but there are definitely some wiser practices to incorporate. Im not here to scare you or criticize you or shit on your dreams. I'm just mad frustrated.

So anywhere here are the core values/tips that I would consider makes for a "good" practitioner:

Focus on your inner self rather than changing the world around you

Mundane before magical

Be respectful of energies, entities, spirits

Be extremely patient and take your time in everything that you do. Do not beg or demand.

Meditate in some fashion in order to tune in with the self and the world around you

Contribute something good back and never take more than you give

And finally, use caution and critical thinking

The "witches" that really make my skin crawl are the ones who think the universe owes them something, are impatient, and show little reguard for others. They believe everyone is free as the wind to do whatever brings them the most pleasure right now. And hey, if you believe that you should be able to do whatever you want without consideration and don't like what I have to say there are only a billion blogs that'll tell you whatever you wanna hear. And even if you disagree we me, that doesn't really mean shit. People who follow my blog know this is an open and welcoming space, I wholeheartedly support the exchange of ideas. I even ask people to include opposite opinions so the baby witches on my blog can cross reference and see what they like. Some of y'all are just rude though and that shit wont fly here.

People want to know why there are so many baby witches and so few practitioners who are 10+ years? Its because so much of the witchblr community throws a FIT when older witches tell them everything isn't theirs for the taking.

And honestly, as a mixed woman these people sound like white folks who wanna wear their headress on Halloween or men told they shouldn't touch people without permission.

Yeah I know my opinions aren't common on Tumblr but that's why I made this blog and the response has been overwhelmingly positive. I love and support my community no matter what. Just think of me like your salty foreign grandma, here with the tea.

~ ☀ That Witch ☀

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serenlyss · 5 years

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Growing Up

Rating: G Pairing: Background terumob Summary: Shigeo decides to branch out a little. Crossposted to AO3: Growing Up

Here's my second stab at @bisexualwinry‘s fluff prompts!

On an unrelated note, I've been looking for fellow mp100 writers here with the potential of creating a writer's discord! Specifically I've been looking in the mp100 fandom since that's the one I'm most active in rn but it's open to all fandom writers. I haven't created it yet bc I haven't seen enough interest but I feel like it could be a really fun place for writers to get together, find beta readers, workshop ideas, etc! If you're interested, hmu here on tumblr or my discord (LyssaGirl1998). You can send me an ask or an im, whatever you prefer!

“Master Reigen,” Shigeo says one day from his spot on the couch in Reigen’s office, “I think I’d like to learn to play piano.”

Reigen looks up from where he’s tapping away at his keyboard. It’s still odd to hear Shigeo call him that, after he’d admitted to being a fraud, but despite his insistence that he doesn’t need to anymore, he still does anyway. Shigeo reclines against the couch, one leg lifted so that his ankle rested atop his opposite knee. He has a book open in his lap, which he’s been quietly reading up until now.

“Piano?” The voice of Reigen’s unwanted and self-imposed secretary butts into the conversation before Reigen can reply. Tome leans forward in her seat, the seat that used to be Shigeo’s, before he’d stopped coming around as frequently. “What would you want to learn something like that for?”

Shigeo shrugs with a small smile, slipping a bookmark between the pages of his novel and setting it aside for now. The smiles are less rare now, more generously offered and less stifled and withheld. “It was thinking that it could be fun to learn how to play an instrument,” he explains. “I don’t have a lot of hobbies, after all.”

Reigen’s more than a little surprised that piano is the thing that Shigeo has decided to pursue. He’s never seemed like much of the musical type, aside from whatever music he liked to listen to in his free time, and he’d only ever taken interest in a few random activities, like exercising. But he’s in his third year of middle school now, and he’d finally started letting go of the tight hold he’d kept on his emotions for all those years, so it’s only natural for him to want to explore those hidden and repressed sides of himself now. Besides, Reigen finds the idea of careful Shigeo sitting at a piano quite easy to imagine, once he puts his mind to it. “Hmm, I think it would suit you,” he comments. “Why piano, though? Any particular reason?”

“Well, Teru knows how to play, and he’s even offered to teach me a few times,” Shigeo replies, his smile turning a bit more shy and fond with the mention of his boyfriend. “He’s really talented, and I bet he’s a good teacher.”

At her desk, Tome makes choking noises and pretends to be sick.

Reigen ignores her entirely. “I think it’s a good idea,” he says. Shigeo deserves encouragement and support, and if he wants to try something new, Reigen firmly believes that he should.

Shigeo, at least, seems pleased with the answer, nodding with a confidence Reigen still isn’t quite used to seeing before returning quietly to his book. Reigen lets himself stare a moment longer, noting that Shigeo’s gotten taller. It won’t be long before he shoots over Reigen’s head and starts rivaling Serizawa.

He huffs out a breath that ends up sounding annoyed, turning back to his work. These stupid kids, they really do grow up way too fast.

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Teru and Shigeo meet after their club activities often to study and, occasionally, to have a brief piano lesson. Teru can’t fit a keyboard in his little apartment, so he comes to Salt Mid instead, and the two of them take up residence in one of the school’s open practice rooms in the music wing.

Shigeo’s fingers are inexperienced and uncertain, and he’s quick to doubt the soft way he presses the keys, so different from Teru’s quick and confident playing. He’s stubbornly dedicated to learning, though, and his ear is incredibly sharp. He picks out his mistakes quickly after he makes them, fingers jerking into the correct positions with little need for Teru to correct them for him. Teru’s quick to praise him for his progress and gentle when he points out his missteps, and they quickly fall into a routine in their lessons of sitting on the bench together, close enough to brush shoulders, Teru leaning over to mess with the music while Shigeo does scales and arpeggios and sight reads the kind of music meant for three-year-olds and pretends not to notice how the proximity makes his chest warm comfortably.

---

Ritsu hears Shigeo practice, sometimes, when their mother goes to run errands, their father isn’t quite home from work yet, and it’s just the two of them in the house. Usually it’s when Ritsu is up in his room, working on his homework. He’ll catch the faint, distant sound of piano melodies as Shigeo plays whatever comes to mind: random little tunes that Teru’s taught him, old folk songs and nursery rhymes, and occasionally something of his own creation.

The tunes start out rough and shaky, large breaks between bits of the music Shigeo hasn’t quite committed to memory yet. Ritsu wonders how he can see so little progress and yet still not find himself frustrated. He shakes his head and goes back to his homework, drowning out the quiet plinks of the piano beneath him with headphones and his own music.

---

Shigeo graduates middle school.

Reigen gets invited to come sit with his family for the ceremony, and Teru does as well. They find a seat off to the side, easy to spot but not too overbearing. The ceremony is widely unnecessary, in Reigen’s opinion, and drags on for far longer than he believes it should, but that doesn’t stop the rush of unprecedented pride he feels when he hears the principal call Shigeo’s name.

He watches, speechless, as the boy he’s known for the last five years of his life crosses the stage, and hides the fact that he’s on the verge of tears by pretending he’s sleepy and rubbing his eyes. Ritsu shoots him a look that says he sees right through Reigen’s bullshitting, but not even Shigeo’s snarky younger brother can steal his good mood away from him when he eagerly goes to congratulate his student after the ceremony has concluded.

Shigeo’s parents shell out to buy him a nice graduation gift: an electronic keyboard of his own, one that he can easily put up in his bedroom and take with him when he eventually goes off to college. It’s full-sized, with the nice weighted keys that feel like a real piano’s, but compact enough that he doesn’t need to worry about how much space it takes up. Reigen pitches in to help pay for the accessories as his own congratulations, and it’s beyond satisfying to see the way Shigeo’s eyes light up at the sight of the crisp, new black-and-white instrument already set up and waiting for him when they all go back to the Kageyama house to celebrate.

---

Shigeo keeps practicing. He gets better every time Ritsu hears him, his pacing more consistent, repertoire more confident. It makes him happy that Shigeo has found something he likes, that he’s willing to practice and get better at. He hopes he sticks with it.

---

Shigeo grows older, taller. His daily exercises with the Body Improvement Club show in the lean muscles he hides beneath the sleeves of the better-fitting high school uniform. His shoulders broaden and his face loses its childishness in favor of more mature, angular features, but it retains its softness in the laugh lines around his eyes and the toothy smile he no longer hesitates to show.

Larger hands and longer fingers make playing the piano that much easier, after the initial adjustment he has to make to account for his newfound clumsiness. He runs into things constantly now, banging his feet on chairs and tables that he swears are too far away to be problematic and hitting his head on low-hanging objects and shelves he used to be able to walk right under. He forgets sometimes that he can reach the high shelves now, the ones even Reigen can’t get to unless he uses the little step stool by the pantry.

He joins a music club at his new high school and uses it as his designated practice time, putting his hours into the well-worn pianos in the music room while the other club members hone their own talents all around him. It’s been months since he first touched a piano, and he’s grown confident and deft in the way he moves his fingers over the keys. He can sight read now, at least certain things. He plays whatever he feels like playing, not confined to classes or grades or any sort of classical training. He picks out song with tunes he thinks sound pretty or interesting and then he recreates them, with or without music, content to play on a whim instead of by necessity.

He never becomes so good at the piano that he’s asked to perform outside of occasional pieces he plays for his friends or classmates at his music club. He learns a few duets, with Teru or with friends who play other instruments, but he doesn’t perform in front of large crowds or even attempt to.He’s perfectly content to play for himself, and only himself.

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Shigeo loves playing the piano. When he feels stressed, it’s an easy way for him to relieve some dormant energy and express those feelings in a productive way. He plays happy things when he’s feeling sad, somber things when he’s feeling contemplative, whatever comes to mind in the moment. He plays easy things and complex things, whatever sounds pleasing to the ear, and challenges himself by picking up pieces that he thinks may be a bit beyond his skill level. He surprises himself by putting in the time and effort into making what seemed impossible his new glass ceiling, and shatters it with every day he pushes himself out of his comfort zone.

Sometimes he plays out loud, for anyone to hear, and other times he plugs in a pair of headphones and plays just for himself. He plays as a break between homework assignments, putting his brain to work in a completely different way, plays when he’s feeling bored and has nothing else to do.

Sometimes he doesn’t play at all, too wrapped up in the business of his schedule as he balances occasional work for Reigen with hanging out with Teru and his brother and all of their friends. He never goes too long without playing, though, his attention inevitably going back to the keyboard set up by the window in his room, where he can glance outside at the neighbors walking their dogs down the street while his fingers drum against the plastic keys. It’s peaceful, and takes his mind off his other concerns.

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When he finally leaves his parents’ house, he takes the keyboard with him.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 fluff bomb #terumob #kageyama shigeo #hanazawa teruki #kageyama ritsu #arataka reigen #fanfiction #mp100 fanfic #serendipitousfics

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“The Pall Mall Gazette,” 18 September.

THE ESCAPED WOLF. PERILOUS ADVENTURE OF OUR INTERVIEWER. Interview with the Keeper in the Zoölogical Gardens.

After many inquiries and almost as many refusals, and perpetually using the words “Pall Mall Gazette” as a sort of talisman, I managed to find the keeper of the section of the Zoölogical Gardens in which the wolf department is included. Thomas Bilder lives in one of the cottages in the enclosure behind the elephant-house, and was just sitting down to his tea when I found him. Thomas and his wife are hospitable folk, elderly, and without children, and if the specimen I enjoyed of their hospitality be of the average kind, their lives must be pretty comfortable. The keeper would not enter on what he called “business” until the supper was over, and we were all satisfied. Then when the table was cleared, and he had lit his pipe, he said:—

“Now, sir, you can go on and arsk me what you want. You’ll excoose me refoosin’ to talk of perfeshunal subjects afore meals. I gives the wolves and the jackals and the hyenas in all our section their tea afore I begins to arsk them questions.”

“How do you mean, ask them questions?” I queried, wishful to get him into a talkative humour.

“’Ittin’ of them over the ’ead with a pole is one way; scratchin’ of their hears is another, when gents as is flush wants a bit of a show-orf to their gals. I don’t so much mind the fust — the ’ittin’ with a pole afore I chucks in their dinner; but I waits till they’ve ’ad their sherry and kawffee, so to speak, afore I tries on with the ear-scratchin’. Mind you,” he added philosophically, “there’s a deal of the same nature in us as in them theer animiles. Here’s you a-comin’ and arskin’ of me questions about my business, and I that grumpy-like that only for your bloomin’ ’arf-quid I’d ’a’ seen you blowed fust ’fore I’d answer. Not even when you arsked me sarcastic-like if I’d like you to arsk the Superintendent if you might arsk me questions. Without offence did I tell yer to go to ’ell?”

“You did.”

“An’ when you said you’d report me for usin’ of obscene language that was ’ittin’ me over the ’ead; but the ’arf-quid made that all right. I weren’t a-goin’ to fight, so I waited for the food, and did with my ’owl as the wolves, and lions, and tigers does. But, Lor’ love yer ’art, now that the old ’ooman has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, an’ rinsed me out with her bloomin’ old teapot, and I’ve lit hup, you may scratch my ears for all you’re worth, and won’t git even a growl out of me. Drive along with your questions. I know what yer a-comin’ at, that ’ere escaped wolf.”

“Exactly. I want you to give me your view of it. Just tell me how it happened; and when I know the facts I’ll get you to say what you consider was the cause of it, and how you think the whole affair will end.”

“All right, guv’nor. This ’ere is about the ’ole story. That ’ere wolf what we called Bersicker was one of three grey ones that came from Norway to Jamrach’s, which we bought off him four years ago. He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave no trouble to talk of. I’m more surprised at ’im for wantin’ to get out nor any other animile in the place. But, there, you can’t trust wolves no more nor women.”

“Don’t you mind him, sir!” broke in Mrs. Tom, with a cheery laugh. “’E’s got mindin’ the animiles so long that blest if he ain’t like a old wolf ’isself! But there ain’t no ’arm in ’im.”

“Well, sir, it was about two hours after feedin’ yesterday when I first hear my disturbance. I was makin’ up a litter in the monkey-house for a young puma which is ill; but when I heard the yelpin’ and ’owlin’ I kem away straight. There was Bersicker a-tearin’ like a mad thing at the bars as if he wanted to get out. There wasn’t much people about that day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a ’ook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs runnin’ through it. He had a ’ard, cold look and red eyes, and I took a sort of mislike to him, for it seemed as if it was ’im as they was hirritated at. He ’ad white kid gloves on ’is ’ands, and he pointed out the animiles to me and says: ‘Keeper, these wolves seem upset at something.’

“‘Maybe it’s you,’ says I, for I did not like the airs as he give ’isself. He didn’t git angry, as I ’oped he would, but he smiled a kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white, sharp teeth. ‘Oh no, they wouldn’t like me,’ ’e says.

“‘Ow yes, they would,’ says I, a-imitatin’ of him. ‘They always likes a bone or two to clean their teeth on about tea-time, which you ’as a bagful.’

“Well, it was a odd thing, but when the animiles see us a-talkin’ they lay down, and when I went over to Bersicker he let me stroke his ears same as ever. That there man kem over, and blessed but if he didn’t put in his hand and stroke the old wolf’s ears too!

“‘Tyke care,’ says I. ‘Bersicker is quick.’

“‘Never mind,’ he says. ‘I’m used to ’em!’

“‘Are you in the business yourself?’ I says, tyking off my ’at, for a man what trades in wolves, anceterer, is a good friend to keepers.

“‘No’ says he, ‘not exactly in the business, but I ’ave made pets of several.’ And with that he lifts his ’at as perlite as a lord, and walks away. Old Bersicker kep’ a-lookin’ arter ’im till ’e was out of sight, and then went and lay down in a corner and wouldn’t come hout the ’ole hevening. Well, larst night, so soon as the moon was hup, the wolves here all began a-’owling. There warn’t nothing for them to ’owl at. There warn’t no one near, except some one that was evidently a-callin’ a dog somewheres out back of the gardings in the Park road. Once or twice I went out to see that all was right, and it was, and then the ’owling stopped. Just before twelve o’clock I just took a look round afore turnin’ in, an’, bust me, but when I kem opposite to old Bersicker’s cage I see the rails broken and twisted about and the cage empty. And that’s all I know for certing.”

“Did any one else see anything?”

“One of our gard’ners was a-comin’ ’ome about that time from a ’armony, when he sees a big grey dog comin’ out through the garding ’edges. At least, so he says, but I don’t give much for it myself, for if he did ’e never said a word about it to his missis when ’e got ’ome, and it was only after the escape of the wolf was made known, and we had been up all night-a-huntin’ of the Park for Bersicker, that he remembered seein’ anything. My own belief was that the ’armony ’ad got into his ’ead.”

“Now, Mr. Bilder, can you account in any way for the escape of the wolf?”

“Well, sir,” he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, “I think I can; but I don’t know as ’ow you’d be satisfied with the theory.”

“Certainly I shall. If a man like you, who knows the animals from experience, can’t hazard a good guess at any rate, who is even to try?”

“Well then, sir, I accounts for it this way; it seems to me that ’ere wolf escaped — simply because he wanted to get out.”

From the hearty way that both Thomas and his wife laughed at the joke I could see that it had done service before, and that the whole explanation was simply an elaborate sell. I couldn’t cope in badinage with the worthy Thomas, but I thought I knew a surer way to his heart, so I said:—

“Now, Mr. Bilder, we’ll consider that first half-sovereign worked off, and this brother of his is waiting to be claimed when you’ve told me what you think will happen.”

“Right y’are, sir,” he said briskly. “Ye’ll excoose me, I know, for a-chaffin’ of ye, but the old woman here winked at me, which was as much as telling me to go on.”

“Well, I never!” said the old lady.

“My opinion is this: that ’ere wolf is a-’idin’ of, somewheres. The gard’ner wot didn’t remember said he was a-gallopin’ northward faster than a horse could go; but I don’t believe him, for, yer see, sir, wolves don’t gallop no more nor dogs does, they not bein’ built that way. Wolves is fine things in a storybook, and I dessay when they gets in packs and does be chivyin’ somethin’ that’s more afeared than they is they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is. But, Lor’ bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half so clever or bold as a good dog; and not half a quarter so much fight in ’im. This one ain’t been used to fightin’ or even to providin’ for hisself, and more like he’s somewhere round the Park a-’idin’ an’ a-shiverin’ of, and, if he thinks at all, wonderin’ where he is to get his breakfast from; or maybe he’s got down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won’t some cook get a rum start when she sees his green eyes a-shining at her out of the dark! If he can’t get food he’s bound to look for it, and mayhap he may chance to light on a butcher’s shop in time. If he doesn’t, and some nursemaid goes a-walkin’ orf with a soldier, leavin’ of the hinfant in the perambulator — well, then I shouldn’t be surprised if the census is one babby the less. That’s all.”

I was handing him the half-sovereign, when something came bobbing up against the window, and Mr. Bilder’s face doubled its natural length with surprise.

“God bless me!” he said. “If there ain’t old Bersicker come back by ’isself!”

He went to the door and opened it; a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me. I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us; a personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

After all, however, there is nothing like custom, for neither Bilder nor his wife thought any more of the wolf than I should of a dog. The animal itself was as peaceful and well-behaved as that father of all picture-wolves — Red Riding Hood’s quondam friend, whilst moving her confidence in masquerade.

The whole scene was an unutterable mixture of comedy and pathos. The wicked wolf that for half a day had paralysed London and set all the children in the town shivering in their shoes, was there in a sort of penitent mood, and was received and petted like a sort of vulpine prodigal son. Old Bilder examined him all over with most tender solicitude, and when he had finished with his penitent said:—

“There, I knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn’t I say it all along? Here’s his head all cut and full of broken glass. ’E’s been a-gettin’ over some bloomin’ wall or other. It’s a shyme that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles. This ’ere’s what comes of it. Come along, Bersicker.”

He took the wolf and locked him up in a cage, with a piece of meat that satisfied, in quantity at any rate, the elementary conditions of the fatted calf, and went off to report.

I came off, too, to report the only exclusive information that is given to-day regarding the strange escapade at the Zoo.

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ninjagoruinedmylife · 6 years

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"An Awkward Prom" - a.k.a thing i promised to to and i haven't sleep yesterday to finish it rip me

Aaaaalright folks, so. Today is ninjago oc day which i was really REALLY REALLY hyped for, considering the fact that i have an oc i developed lately. Her name is Ange and she is daughter of Karlof and next elemental master of metal (i think i mentioned her here once or twice tho). And, because we are dorks, me and @clumsinessinperson made Ange and Ali’s oc, Nozomi, meet and ~fall in love~ *dabs* So, to celebrate it, we did a kind of… collab thing for them?? Ali drew a beautiful fanart of this two and i wrote a short fic about a situation that is connected with it. I hope you’ll like it!!

(Also im tagging @evelinaonline bc she threw this event and also she really wanted to see what was this secret thing i was working on with Ali XD)

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Ange realised that there is no turning back way too late.

She was pretty chill whole day - hell, she nearly forgot about this whole school prom. Two hours before it, when notification on her phone ringed, she nearly got a heart attack. She had to prepare and, to be honest, she sucked when it came to subject of looks.

She threw nearly most of the things from her closet while looking for a blue dress she bought a few weeks ago. After all, she found it in a washing mashine, all curled up with other clothes. Ange sighed deeply and ironed it as fast as she could, hoping that she won’t burn a hole in it. When she was putting the cloth on, her hands were trembling and she started breathing heavily. Now she regretted every decision she made about this event - signing in being the first one, buying way too high heels being the second, and inviting Nozomi being the third.

At first she thought that this will be great idea. They knew each other for so long, Ange never met someone who would understand her so much and stay with her no matter what… But after they said that they are going there as friends, girl started wondering if she didn’t want to invite him from other reason than “I don’t have anyone else to ask.”

Maybe it wasn’t too late to call him and tell that something happened and she can’t go to the prom. Maybe she could tell that she had an asthma attack and… No, he would still come to see if she’s okay. Maybe she could announce that her father came to visit… Bad idea as well, Karloff lived way too far to randomly come to her. Ange tried to come up with some kind of solution while she was brushing her hair, painting her nails, putting on makeup. She ended up with no ideas and completly awful eyeshades. She accidentally chose the brown ones instead of the silver ones and now she looked like if she played with dirt and didn’t washed her face in few days.

Damnit.

When she did everything in her power to save her image, phone ringed again. She grabbed it with one hand, the other still busy paiting her face, and she didn’t even need to put it up to her ear to hear a loud rock music and even louder voice of a familiar man.

“Ya ready, kid?!” Ronin asked in his usual manner. “We’ll be next to your house in about ten minutes, so I sure hope you are! See ya then!”

And that he hanged off.

Ange sighed and her determination only grew. After she finally finished her makeup, she put on some silver jewelery she kept with her since she had to first move to Ninjago City, and then run away from anacondrai warriors. It was the only thing that reminded her of her mum - a pair of round earrings, long necklace decorated with blue crystals, and three big rings engraved with some strange patterns. She used to have a habit of not going anywhere without them on. Not only from sentiment, though; she knew she could easily change it in deadly weapon in the time of the biggest need.

Luckily, today no one was gonna kill her (besides for her own embarrasment, of course), so she could wear it only for aesthetic reasons.

Ange looked at herself in the mirror and she even smiled. She wasn’t looking half as bad as she thought she would, to be absolutely honest. She still felt way too tall and fragile, but she could even pass as an attractive person! That was an achievement to celebrate, but she had no time to bake a victorious cake and open up the shampain.

She stood in front of the door, holding her phone tight and waiting for a call from either Nozomi or his father, but the first thing she heard was a familiar noise that went through the window.

“Hell no.” Girl mumbled under her breath when she turned around.

Right next to her balcony, floated R.E.X. - huge flying ship that belonged to Ronin. She blushed a bit from both fury and awkwardness, and walked towards it. Her neighbours were gonna look at her strange again.

“We don’t have a whole day!” Ronin yelled when she came close enough to hear his words. “Don’t act like if you are on a walk in a park, come here faster!”

Ange hissed with frustration and moved her hand a bit. Metal bars that surrounded her balcony suddenly changed their place and turned into a bridge for a girl to walk on a ship. She looked around, a little worried that someone saw her - good, no neighbour around. She still felt hella anxious when it came to using her powers around people she didn’t know.

She sat next to Ronin and looked at her right. On his other side was Nozomi, who waved to her awkwardly. His whole face was completly red, like if someone threw tomatoes at him. When Ange smiled and waved back, he started looking a bit more relaxed.

Ronin still hadn’t started flying again - he nodded constantly to the rythm of a very loud, very agressive and very scary (in girl’s opinion) song. This state would last even longer if Nozomi didn’t react.

“Dad”, boy sounded slightly annoyed. “Remember? We have to go.”

“As you said, we don’t have a whole day, sir.” Ange coughed due to how much smoke R.E.X. producted.

“Oh, yeah. Good idea, kiddos.” Ronin cracked a smile and then they started flying so fast that Ange got scared if they won’t end up dying soon. “So. How is this whole art school thing going, girl? I remember a good ol’ times when we didn’t had a time for a stuff like that, I’m telling you. You had to work hard from the day you were born, or you had to start stealing, and you probably know what I chose…”

And it felt like with every word, he got faster and faster.

Ange, who was now not even a little red, but completly pale, looked at her friend over his dad’s shoulder and whispered:

“Can we kill him, please?”

“We don’t know how to fly this thing,” Nozomi shook his head sadly. “We would die sooner than he will kill us.”

It was good that they mastered the art of reading lips movement through all this time. In other case, they wouldnt talk about subject like that near Ronin and, what’s even more important, they couldn’t understand each other. Meanwhile, man was still rambling about how much schools suck when you can become a criminal.

“Oh, didn’t he try to learn you? Maybe you know some basic stuff…”

“You forgot an important part - I don’t want my dad to die!”

“Who are you planning to kill?!” Ronin screamed in their terrified faces after the vehicle stopped in front of a huge building. ‘He turned off the music few seconds ago, so he probably didn’t hear much’, Ange realised and felt a big weight leaving her chest. If she survived this, she will survive tonight’s prom for sure.

“Uuuh…” Nozomi scratched the back of his neck.

“My teacher!” Ange interrupted. “My math teacher, sir.”

“I bet he’s a pain in the ass, huh?” Ronin laughed shortly. “Okay, kiddos, go. Have fun, don’t do drugs, and blablabla. I’ll come and pick you up at 11.”

If a moment ago Ange thought that this was gonna be the easier part of the evening, the fear of what was gonna happen returned when she came out of the ship. She stood in front of her school and Nozomi soon joined her. Everyone from her school, now dressed all elegant, looked at R.E.X. with open mouths. Which meant that they saw her as well. And they saw her with Nozomi.

Even bigger damnit.

“Is everything okay?” Her friend looked at her, seemingly worried. “You look nervous as hell.”

“I always AM nervous as hell, Nozomi.” She answered and then started walking towards the entrace. “It’s not a big deal today, though.”

“I hope so, we came here to… have fun. Or whatever normal teenagers do during proms.” Boy frowned and then blushed. “It’s so strange. I’m not sure if it was a good decision to take me with you, Ange. I’m a terrible dancer and I don’t know anyone here…”

“Hey”, she grabbed his hand. “I asked you to go with me because I know I’ll have fun with you. You are my best friend after all.”

“You forgot to add that I’m your ONLY friend.” Nozomi smiled mischeviously, and then he looked down at their holding hands with a frown. “Hm, won’t they all think that we are dating? You know, holding hands and stuff is usually pretty romantic, as far as I remember from all those movies.”

He laughed, as if he just said a good joke, but girl noticed a growing blush on his face a minute before anxiety hit her.

“Ugh, I-” Ange let go of his hand immediately, feeling a lump in her throat growing and growing. “I’m sorry for that, if I made you feel bad or-”

“I mean, it’s not like I don’t like it or something-” boy grabbed her wrist and looked down. “I just guess that at this point I can stand people looking at me because I’m with a person I’m most comfortable around, and not because I stole something.”

She wasn’t ready to answer somehow for that and, luckily, she didn’t had to.

They heard a really loud rock music once again, and when they turned around, they saw Ronin running in their direction with a camera.

“I forgot to take a pic of ya two!” He took a few deep breaths and then got camera higher. “Okay so, stand somehow to look nice, and then say "cheese” or some other bullshit… Ready?“

They looked at each other with awkward expressions, but after a minute Ange placed her hand on Nozomi’s back and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Both awfully blushing teenagers tried to put normal smiles on their faces, and without any more word Ronin took a photo.

"Okay, now I’m leaving for real, I promise!” He screamed when he was getting back to his vehicle.

Ange sighed. Maybe this prom won’t be such a tragedy.

#they are doooorks in loooooove #this is so cliché my gosh im crying #but anyway they are my kids and i'd protect them with my life ok #ninjago #ninjago oc day 2018 #nozomi #ange #nozange #yes they have a ship name deal with it #ninjago oc #ninjago fanfiction

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teacherintransition · 3 years

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YOUR THOUGHTS ON PAPER ARE GOLDEN AND JUST WHAT SOMEONE NEEDS TO HEAR!

During this year of transition, writing has become a very important part of my life.

I think most of us want to put our thoughts on paper (or digitally) and share them. We don’t think anyone will listen … we are wrong.

When I was planning retirement, the non financial aspects, I followed a guide I’d picked up from a friend:

When writing out the best case scenario portion; it involved painting, illustrating, hiking, reading, golf, travel, playing with my dogs and towards the end I had added writing. When doing undergrad and grad work, I thought I wrote well and felt comfortable adding a little, personal panache that I felt was pleasant. During one’s career as a teacher, you are often asked to write and develop curriculum, proposals, grants etc. … so you stay pretty sharp. Add to that helping students write their papers with the correct parts of speech, structure, elaboration, focus and so on; there’s fair opportunity to keep your skills active.

I think anyone who is right brained dominant, toys with the idea of writing some poignant, relevant masterpiece that explores the thoughts that rattle through the mind of us spontaneous, creative folk. During one particular rough patch I was experiencing a few years ago, I kept a personal journal that was recommended as a way of organizing my thoughts. It did ; and I noticed I could turn a good tale and I enjoyed it. It wasn’t long before I was turning out personal essays, opinion responses and actual letters … the old fashioned kind. My mind worked fast … writing allowed me to slow down the process and to become more thoughtful about what I had to say. And, not to put too find a point on it, I thought I wrote well … my cheerleader section (wife and kids) certainly encouraged me and there were certainly things I felt passionately about, even if a bit odd, so, writing moved up on my planning list for retirement.

There is a wonderful friend of mine who I’ve known since we were six years old; we were colleagues for ten years and I taught her son. She moved to another town and we did the Facebook thing. She didn’t post a lot, but when she did, she would write these vulnerable yet strong, deeply introspective pieces that were presented in a way that drew the reader in and touched them with her openness and understanding of some well written universal sentiment. Rarely do you know a person for forty nine years and there is not one unpleasant memory that ever took place (well, perhaps a painfully, wonderful school boy crush). She recently “did her thing” and wrote another magnificent expressive piece that garnered heart felt responses. I simply replied, “ You … need … to … write.” To which she replied to me, “Tell me how and where to start…I’m ready … I’m in!” Oh boy what have I gotten myself into now!

Im no Hemingway, Shakespeare, Baldwin … I’m just a Brent; but I realized I did have something to offer my friend. I suppose like “the scenario guide” I used earlier when transition planning, would apply here. If one plans to write, the basics would definitely be for what reason are you wanting to write? If the writer is wanting to create a personal, private compilation that is just for them, then a journal is their path. The writing would not necessarily have to follow a pattern and should have meaning just for themselves. A journal is so helpful in working through issues and allows you to see how life changes as you move through it. If you want to share your thoughts, your stories, your imagination, your feelings… this is another path altogether of which I am at novice level at best. If I were teaching English, which I have, I would tell my friend and any other aspiring writer that you should do two things first. One, determine who is your audience is and two, what is it you are passionate about sharing? The next question is a biggie … do you dream of publishing the work? If so, I shall quote Tyrion Lannister from The Game of Thrones, “ Oh, you’re playing the game now!”

Remember… novice here… but after reading hundreds of book before and during the age of the inter webs, I’ve observed that anyone can get anything they want to write out on some platform. Usually, the thoughts of most of these “writers” bring on a migraine, but even during the Internet age… cream will still rise to the top. Develop your motivation: fictIon, non-fiction, commentary, guides, personal thoughts and philosophy and refine your voice and expression. This would fall under the, “c’mon man it’s just practice,” umbrella. Familiarize your self with the parts of speech and the old journalist adage on organizing your writing, “tell ‘em what your gonna tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em what you just told ‘em;” and the old witticism, “assume your audience knows nothing.” These are very basic steps: refine your technique, stay focused on the main idea, and seriously elaborate. Once this is established you’re bound to be thinking, “how do I get my writing out there?” Pre-Internet a faceless, nameless editor would determine if your writing was something that could be published… ye olde rejection letter. You could send it off to dozens of publishers and get rejected dozens of times. At this point, one might be tempted to do as the Romans and fall upon your sword, but like a bolt of lightning you realize, “hey, I can self publish!” $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

It was not an ego building exercise. The internet if it does one thing it provides accessibility. The word BLOG entered our language and suddenly a person could create a platform to put what was on their mind out there….cringey though it might be. There are blog platforms that are custom designed to your audience; there are platforms that are designed to your philosophy, there are platforms that are for writers and a community of writers that help each other, some for fun, some for professionals and want to be professionals, some respected others not so much.

The magic thing about this age is that you can develop a following without having to go through a publisher. You can write in whatever style and length you wish. You can use the blog articles to help you develop a larger piece of work. Followers will read your work and if it’s good, there can be many followers… a true sense of encouragement. This 21st century approach also allows you to build confidence in your work. From this point, the possibilities are there and the initial, artists desire of sharing with the world is happening; no New York Times Best Seller list is promised but the beautiful act of self expression is made.

Novice, here…again, the written word is a jump from the oral tradition… the basic human need to communicate and share and connect. Writing is mankind’s way of making our stories and our feeling endure the ages. Writing may or may not be something that you wish to pursue, but it does open up to us a universal realization that we all have a voice and we all have something to say.

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lich-kid · 6 years

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somehow, there is enough room in one body for four souls.

or, alternatively, how darkiplier discovered he could fuse with the other egos. more specifically, that he could fuse with the host, and that he liked it.

well, the host supposed, it really was his own fault. he had brought it up during dinner, a joke, that any of them could handle being in the same body for more than a minute, and most of the other egos thought it was hilarious. google and the doctor were mildly interested, but rather assumed it wasn’t possible. not everything the fans thought of worked, something bim found out when he tried to seduce the other egos, a fan-popular choice of his abilities. let’s just say that he had to spend a few nights in med bay after that.

and besides, no one had ever heard of such a thing as fusion before. as previously established, the host was the only one who regularly used the internet, besides the doctor who would never have wasted his time browsing it for fanfiction. regardless, it was just a joke.

at least that was what he had meant, of course, but one ego in particular had taken interest in the idea.

it was late when he heard the three neat knocks on his door, late enough that the host had already changed into his sleepwear and jumped at the sudden sound breaking the silence. anxious, he threw on his coat to hide his chest and called out to the door, almost tired enough to fall asleep right then and there.

“dr iplier, if that is you, the host requests that you check in in morning-”

the door swung open, a chill running up his spine and effectively cutting him off mid-sentence. of course, he should’ve guess from the knocks. darkiplier.

“don’t worry, host, the doctor isn’t here to bother you, i promise. i simply wanted to discuss what you.... brought up earlier. an interesting idea, fusion, isn’t it?”

pulling his coat tighter around himself, the host nodded, sitting down on the edge of his bed and waving one hand in the general direction of his desk, where he knew there’d be a chair dark could pull up.

“the host... supposes so, sir. was there something about the topic in particular that interests dark? if he wished for a longer discussion, the host would be happy to talk in the morning..”

the monochromatic ego chuckled, ignoring the chair in the corner that he typically chose, and sat instead on the bed, close enough to the host to make him nervous but not close enough that they were touching.

“why, host, i didn’t take you for a human. you’ve got enough energy just to talk, im sure. now, i’d like your honest opinion. do you think fusion between two of us, two egis, is possible?”

the host instinctively shifted away from the cold ego, fidgeting his hands beneath his coat as he tried to answer as honestly as he could.

“the host believes it is possible, but should not be attempted. even fanmade fusions result in characters... far too powerful for any other egos to handle. it would be a violation of the relative safety we enjoy here, although perhaps fusions between the weaker, smaller egos could prove safe..”

his voice trailed off into the silence, suddenly deafeningly loud as he remembered who he was talking to. if you could describe any of the egos as power-hungry, darkiplier would the one.

and speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. snaking a cold arm around the host’s shoulders, dark leaned in, breath cool against the host’s skin.

“well, i believe it’s worth an experiment, my friend. after all, you can make no gains without risk, yes? im sure you’ll agree with me.”

shivering at how low the other’s voice went, charming but layered over steel, the host reluctantly nodded. all he could do was hope that it was simply another fruitless fan idea, as had been countless before.

“excellent. please, you lead. after all, youre the only one around here who does his research, aren’t you?”

with a quiet sigh, the host stood, holding one hand out to darkiplier, the other still holding his coat shut. gently pulling him from the bed, the host paused, hesitating, before that cold hand gave his a firm squeeze.

“don’t lose courage now, dear host. i promise you will not be punished if this doesn’t work.”

well, there was no more room to stall. and there was always a chance it wouldn’t work, right? the blind man began slowly, his feet trying to remember how to waltz as he went along, and the snicker from the other meant that he understood. for a few seconds, they danced, waltzing around the host’s small room, although it wasn’t quiet perfect as he still had one hand holding onto his coat, absolutely unwilling to let go. he hadn’t managed to pass in front of the others for the worst one of all to discover his secret, although it was only with the help of the doctor that he managed to get this far.

“host, as much as i enjoy our time together, i think the dance must be proper for this to work. your other hand, please.”

without waiting for a response, the ego deftly removed the host’s fingers from the coat and intertwined them with his own, keeping them locked in place.

frozen, the host kept moving in rhythm, too mortified to even react to the cold eyes he felt glancing him over. but, hand in hand, in a few seconds, there were other things he had to deal with.

such as everything fading to a white, and losing feeling in his hands and then the floor beneath his feet, and the static that absolutely deafened him before he collapsed to the floor, hands covering his ears in desperation.

and he realized that “he” was wrong. no, rather, it was..... “we?”

“fascinating,” they said. it sounded like two voices speaking at once, and the host found himself feeling incredible.

for the first time in his existence, he felt.... complete.

but he quickly realized he wasn’t the only one feeling that way, there were.... three other souls that were here. a part of him, now, as if they had been there all along.

“this is...... we feel.... we feel whole.”

their voice shook with emotions that hadn’t been felt for years. suddenly, the host understood why dark sometimes was more angry, feminine, sometimes softer, more masculine, and sometimes, he didn’t seem human at all. he understood.

“lets.... properly try this out.”

they stood, brushing themselves off as they surveyed their surroundings. and yes, they could see but...... even the very dim light of the host’s only lamp, it... it hurt. so it seemed their eyes were sensitive, but they could see, which was more than the host could have asked for. only now did they feel the slow, steady drip of hot blood down their face. a nosebleed that showed no signs of stopping, and a taste of rust in their mouth that didn’t seem out of place didn’t bother them at all.

the room itself was an absolute mess. the bed was knocked sideways, pushed against the wall, the blanket singed and really, it looked like a bomb went off right under their feet.

slowly but surely, a grin crept across their face. they had never felt such power. flicking one finger almost lazily at the bed, they watched it crumpled in on itself like a piece of paper.

“lets meet some folks, see what we can really do.”

and yeah, it’s a little weird to talk to yourself out loud, but.... there was four different people in there, so it just kind of felt right. although damien and celine.... it was almost like they didn’t exist. seeing as they could barely coexist as three in one body, now they were pushed so far from consciousness they couldn’t even hope to touch it. the house, or dark, and the host were truly in control now. they were in sync in a way they had never experienced and it was exhilarating.

the ego they encountered in the hallway on the way to his bedroom was bim. actually, he more or less ran smack into them as they stepped out of the host’s room, knocking him flat on his ass as he failed to keep his balance.

“host, i didn’t..... holy fuck.”

trimmer broke off, gaping at the nine-foot-tall being standing in front of him, watching with amusement as he struggled to surpass his confusion.

“wh... who..... what are you? how did you get in here? d... did you do something to host?”

a terrifying chuckle slipped from their grin, growing into a full laugh as he started to crawl backwards to get away from whatever the fuck was before him. they cracked their neck, a familiar gesture as they slowly but surely took one step, and then another in his direction.

“oh.... you poor mosquito. we should put you out of your misery, shouldnt we? its only right. your existence itself is suffering and we are a god. we are... the vessel.”

bim yelped as they leaned down and delicately took hold of his ankle with two long, blackened claws and held him up, struggling, in front of their quietly giggling face. as he tried to cocoon himself in his purple aura, however, their face went from emotion to emotion so rapidly, you wouldn’t even have noticed.

“no... he doesn’t deserve this. we... we shouldn’t hurt our friends. we aren’t... a god.”

“yes... we... ARE.”

the last word devolved into a snarl, the vessel taking the poor show host in their other hand and squeezing, trying to crush him. a the same time, they started to shake, tremors wracking them until it was so violent that their aura, a smokelike substance so dark red it almost looked black, enveloped them so completely that you couldn’t even see through it, thick as milk.

bim, in the chaos, was dropped to the ground, gasping for breath and clawing at his chest, eyes unseeing with pain.

which means that he didn’t see the vessel unfuse.

the host was thrown back into his room, hitting the wall with a crack, going limp against the ground like a doll. darkiplier, on the other hand, was thrown so far down the hall that all you coudl see of him was his aura, writhing and convulsing around him, protecting him from the worst of the damage.

it was bing who found the three of them and called the doctor.

the host had broken spine, darkiplier had only minor cuts and bruises. bim had 5 snapped ribs and a third of his spine was crushed.

after that, the host isolated himself even more, and bim avoided darkiplier like the plague, only if the plague and the apocalypse had babies and they all wanted to tear his throat out.

darkiplier..... darkiplier couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to be whole. what it felt like... to feel alive and absolutely fucking unstoppable.

#gonna write about some fusions to take a break from the choice project...#just this one for now but ive got a couple others i wanna do #like wilford n dark #or dr iplier.... and google blue #all fun fusions for sure #and possibly anti/darkiplier? we'll see #i need to get more comfortable writing anti since i havent really done it & i want to write it as in-character as a fanfic can be #lich-drabbles #vessel

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desertgourd · 6 years

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you say you're picky about who you follow, can you explain more? sorry if I'm bothering you!

You aren’t bothering me. I started answering by explaining what makes me decide not to follow, but it came out pretty negative. Instead, this is what makes me want to follow, or to take emphasis off of what is honestly just a number, what makes me want to write with you. Under a readmore for length and unpopular opinions and a healthy amount of venting, probably.

Quick disclaimer - not everyone’s blog is for everyone. It’s okay for people to have different preferences and styles, and my preferring ‘x’ doesn’t make ‘x’ any better than ‘y’ or vice versa. I’m not plenty of people’s cup of tea either. Please keep in mind that we’re all just here to have fun.

I follow people who write genuinely. Any sort of purple prose, even constantly saying “the female” instead of a muse’s name, or “(gemstone) (synonym for eyes)”, is a turn-off. I like people whose posts aren’t composed by playing pin-the-tail-on-the-thesaurus, and who don’t bold/italicize/underline every other word, use weird spacing, or use strange glow fonts or scripts. This detracts from the emotional punch that a reply should be because now I have to decipher whatever the heck it is you are trying to say. I like people with themes that are easy to navigate and easy to read. Links that are easy to find and colors that contrast (light text on dark background or vice versa) are wonderful. I love when people focus on the content of their writing rather than trying to shoehorn in headache-inducing effects or “fancy” words that only serve to make their writing stiff and robotic.

I write a lot of dark content, but I’m aware of a subset of roleplay culture that believes writing about a subject automatically equates to condoning that subject in real life. I appreciate people who recognize that exploring a subject in a fictional, harmless avenue with consensual partners in properly tagged and read-more’d posts is a perfectly normal and appropriate way to process feelings or past experiences with these dark subjects in a safe and controlled manner. Otherwise, all of us Naruto fandom folks would be advocates for child soldiers, child abuse, torture, murder, and so on. If I see anything in someone’s rules along the lines of “I won’t talk to you/interact with you if you roleplay x subject”, I’m not interested.

I like roleplay blogs that write! I like seeing a person’s writing on the first page or two without having to click through dozens upon dozens of pictures, gifsets, or other ooc posts. I don’t like seeing whitewashing (a white faceclaim for an obviously non-white muse), or lots of negativity/drama. There are a couple other red flags for muns but they are quite specific and I won’t get into them here.

I like characters that are fleshed-out and well-developed. Some ooc-ness is not a big deal to me, it’s more about the effort you put into your portrayal. An in-depth about and/or verses page is very appealing. OCs with consistent, plausible histories are very appealing. I often see histories with huge gaps or information that doesn’t make sense. If your OC shinobi absconded from their home village, they are a missing-nin - a criminal - and cannot simply immigrate to another hidden village and be accepted with open arms. Stacking a plethora of disorders onto your muse then being unable to adequately explain how these issues affect them shows me you don’t really understand your character or the seriousness of psychological disorders (one example - fears =/= phobias). I love OCs with muns who genuinely think about all the ins and outs of their characters and develop a valid and credible background for them. If you’re an OC who follows me and suddenly gets a couple of anons asking nitpicky questions about their history, that’s probably me!

I tend to prefer blogs with a single character over a multi-muse. I usually only follow multi-muses if I know the mun personally beforehand or if your muses are particularly intriguing.

I prefer writing with characters I know! I love AUs so I am one hundred percent happy to roleplay with an unfamiliar character provided they have verses I can latch on to. It can be a struggle if you’re an anime blog without much of an about page. Or you might also be an awesome Naruto blog, but if Gaara has no chance of interacting with you except in an AU (which is the case for many characters from the Founders Era, or various minor non-Suna characters), I’m hesitant to approach unless you have some kind of verses page or approach me with an idea.

Here are some things that don’t matter to me - whether or not you use icons, whether you use regular vs. small text, who else you roleplay with, what genres you like to write, how long you’ve been writing, what pairings you like, and most details about you as a mun, in general. I’m here to write with other people who are here to write, and want to do that in the most enjoyable, fulfilling way possible.

This all might paint me as an unfriendly dick, but when it comes down to it, it’s a nice feeling being able to recognize every single person on your dash and have an idea in mind for how to roleplay with them. At the end of the day, it’s all just numbers. I’m still happy to roleplay with folks I’m not mutuals with in a more casual manner, and sometimes those small interactions can lead to long-lasting relationships. As always, folks are free to message me for whatever reason, either through asks or IMs.

#I may regret posting this tomorrow because it's a bit venty #but anon you ended up opening a can of worms & I didn't expect to write all this #anon #ooc #psa #important

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bartsugsy · 6 years

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Sometimes you just don't take to characters for whatever reason. You ask my friend what she thinks of Robert and she'll say 'he's a creep' and that's it. When you say why? She just *shrugs* and says 'I never liked him'. That's it though. It's when people try to tell you your are wrong for liking someone, that's what pisses me off. Look, these folk are fictional so I'll like who I like. It goes the other way tho, I ain't going to bother trying to make her like Robert. It's not going to happen.

it’s true - i mean, i don’t personally like rob sometimes, although i always Love him, deep down in my rob-loving heart. depends what he’s doing and whether it is directly causing me suffering 😂 i always think he’s a great and interesting character though.

but people have their own opinions on who they like or dislike or whatever 🤷🏻‍♀️ the idea that having that opinion should always be a massive big battle to justify yourself is so so exhausting. who cares. we’re all gonna just feel the way we feel.

and idk there’s lots of people who i love who don’t like robert at all and there are people who i love who don’t like aaron and sure, in my heart sometimes im instinctively like how could u not love aaron dingle! repent sinner! but i know that like 😂😂😂 that’s stupid 😂 it’s so stupid 😂 and i have to like… talk myself down a little bit from this insane and ridiculous high horse i develop, because what does it matter who thinks what about who, at the end of the day, when it’s just about fictional characters.

it becomes trickier when you start saying x person is this for thinking this, because that’s… taking it out of the ultimately meaningless realm of the fictional and letting it become something that actively can affect and hurt real people. and i think that sometimes there’s a fine line between those two things that can be crossed, and that’s not nice. god, maybe i’ve crossed it before - i know i don’t always think as carefully about my words as i should.

the people who are out there sending anons or making vague posts or whatever that aren’t like “i don’t necessarily agree and here’s another take on this that i think, what do u think?” but are actively like “you thinking this about this character is insulting to me personally and as such im going to insult you back” are the ones who i think ultimately cause more harm than good and that’s sad and such a tiring part of the internet in general.

and i think people can confuse or conflate those two separate sentiments - sometimes u get an ask like “here’s my take lets debate if u want to” in a friendly and/or well-intentioned way and u can take it as a personal attack. other times u might read a post that’s like “here’s my opinion on x, y and z characters or plot points” and take that as a personal attack and react to it as such - and maybe send a misplaced, rude anon message. and it makes sense, in a way, because sometimes the only thing that really separates the two is how one person interprets the tone of a post or message - i know i’ve misinterpreted well intentioned asks before and my answers have been way less pleasant than they should have been because of it.

but… they’re not the same thing and by not separating them, by not reading things personally or automatically assuming the worst, you’re opening up this whole opportunity for, ultimately, actual personal attacks. and that’s just… not a nice situation for anyone, bc everyone has their own shit and lbr most if not every human being suffers from some level of anxiety around what other people think of them or what have you.

it’s tough man bc we’re all just messy human beings and the internet remains, as the age-old complaint goes, the worst place to try and assume tone or intent, even with emojis lmao

anyway when will i answer a question without turning it into a needless essay

#answering anons

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