#sorry if this subject brought something negative to your dash

[luvknow]

under the cut is all 30-ish asks LOL i’ve tagged those who didn’t go on anon!! if i missed anyone, im sorry ;;;;;

1.  I think Lisa's fully thai and pretty sure Yeri (I'm assuming red velvet's) is fully korean, but I completely agree with you about Lana! I don't understand the support for a fully white person in kpop- like why??? Also I think Somi not being supported has to do more with 'oh look this popular girl was on sixteen/produce so lets just hate on her'- doesn't make sense. And your post on asian eyes is soo true!! Like got bullied over 'chinky' eyes but a white person having them is celebrated.

ahhh ok i thought lisa was half because her last name doesn’t sound thai, but i could just be ignorant! and yeri hm does she have a step parent? someone told me her dad was an actor or something but anyways!! and with somi yeah i think it could be that too :/ one time i saw a white person cosplay at this anime convention and they taped their eyes and i................ wanted to die...........LOL

2.  !!! I literally sent another an to someone about this (I don't know if my asks keep getting eaten or if no one wants to respond 😞) but like she's apparently gotten surgery to look more Korean 🙄🙄 however she doesn't look Korean at all in her music video. Also yeah she can kinda sing but it's not anything special at all. Also the dancing.. apparently she's "classically" trained... when I watched her dance I was so confused because I expected more - pt.1 soz /  But it didn't seem like she knew how to follow a simple routine at all. I'm classically trained and it's hard work so to me it's kinda insulting that she thinks she can lie about that??? Maybe she isn't but.. Also this song isn't catchy and the lyrics are ? V questionable. Anyways that my two cents, take it as you will. - pt.2

i hope the surgery thing isn’t true, i won’t believe it until i see evidence or something but......... thassa no.......................................... classically trained sounds like that takes yeeeaarrrss to do, i hope she didn’t lie about that cuz like what’s the point in lying skjdskjd

3.  Kpop is literally for asians.. It's an Asian genre catering to Asian people... Idk why white people decided to come in and why this Lana girl feels the need to debut as an idol. Honestly, kpop for me (as an Asian) was the one place I could go to and be surrounded by other Asians, who appreciate OTHER ASIANS and their music. I'm tired of white people coming in and taking things that don't belong to them... like just go debut in Russia or America if they want to debut so badly...

I FUCKING!!!!! I’m SAYING UGH LIKE I DON’T GET WHY IT HAS TO BE K-POP OUT OF ALL GENRES?????????????? couldn’t she have like.... debuted and then worked with k-pop artists like that’s a collaborative effort on both ends rather than her appropriating ugh i just.......... it does Not make sense.

4.  @miniwaves​ Who is this Lana and why are they letting a fully WHITE person debut in an ASIAN group??? As an Asian I feel very offended, this is something that is important to our culture and something we have that is separate from other countries... but sure go ahead and let someone not of that culture join just because it's "good publicity". Freaking heck...

i think she’s debuting as a soloist, i could be wrong, but even if it was a group i just.... don’t like it and it doesn’t make sense to me and yeah i agree i think it’s insulting to those who have a personal connection as an asian to have someone not asian take advantage of the rise in kpop like this.

5.  okay i looked up lana and watched her live and it was not pretty to see or listen to... as an asian i feel weird seeing a white person in a kpop/asian industry... it's very cringy to watch too...

it’s weird, i think it’s kinda gross, and yeah i bet it’s a lil cringey lol

6.  no offense to lana but i don’t think you’d wanna hear her sing,,,, there’s that one group (z-girls??) with all asians like thai, indonesian, indian, japanese, filipino, but people are mad bc they should classify as kpop bc they’re not korean. but ppl are supporting lana even tho she’s also not korean, because it gives them hope that they can also be kpop idols and be with their oppas

YES Z-GIRLS :(((( WHERE IS THERE ATTENTION?? a colorful group of beautiful ASIAN women trying to make it in an ASIAN industry but you never hear about them why???????? like none of this is fair lmao omfg your last statement Stop.... spill the tea sis...........

7.  as a run-of-the-mill white person... I don’t get why anyone who is white feels the need to perform in kpop or become a kpop artist because they have their own culture/country/industry/ whatever tf that they can make music and perform in?? That’s all music is, really, an industry and I can understand wanting to be involved in some way but just singing in Korean shouldn’t be enough for you to be deemed a “kpop artist”

“run of the mill white person” omg please lol and oooo i think your last statement is very interesting because what really constitutes as a kpop artist these days, especially if the idol is asian but not korean, you know? but yes, thank you for addressing that white people have their own music industry skjdalkjds

8.  YES EXACTLY like i have a Very Chinese name and i didn't start becoming cool with it until i got into exo m because yifan luhan zitao yixing!! so even though i'm into other groups too, exo will always have a special place in my heart. and same, i used to get made fun of for liking kpop but look at us now

that’s beautiful that kpop can really do that and make non-korean asians feel included in some form you know?? i love it!!

9.  everybody gave that alex reid girl TONS of shit for being a black kpop idol when she was in rania, but now that lana has debuted, she gets all of the love and support and i'm just like ????? freaking flabbergasted by this whole thing :'(

i had to look her up, but that’s so unfortunate and unfair that the backlash only happened to someone who was black, but wasn’t as severe for lana like.... pick a side, you either don’t want non-asians in kpop period or you do like don’t be colorist about it.

10. Yours and that last anon's message about being asian resonated so much

i couldn’t remember which one it was LOL but i’m glad you can relate to us!!

11. i'm kinda curious why lana didn't just stay in russia and start her career there instead of coming to korea, learning korean, and having to go through the whole training process when staying in her home country would have been easier but it's like she knows how popular kpop is now worldwide and is trying to profit and get famous off the hard work of the other groups who had to struggle in order to get kpop recognized in other countries but that's just my opinion

i don’t completely agree with the first part, simply because non-korean asians did all the training and learning korean to become a kpop artist rather than staying in china/thailand/america, BUT i fully agree with that last part like so many idols outside the big 3 and other well known companies are struggling right now.......... and then she swoops in and is getting more attention that most groups like ok..

12. @hnlix  i just think it's really funny how some non-asian people really just wanna talk abt how they feel abt having a full white kpop idol & how good it is .... like..... ok lol !!!!!

girl the way i eye rolled............ im pressed LMAO

13.  white people wanna be oppressed so bad lmaoooo

LIKE WHY THO LMAOOO

14. i hate how asian oppression is largely ignored but once we stand up for ourselves we're making a big deal or being sensitive if you're not asian don't tell us how to feel

LMAO omg it’s cuz we’re “submissive & too sensitive” LMAO like no bitch!!!!

15. Any white kpop fan who is trying to tell an Asian how they're supposed to feel about a music genre that is meant for Asians, created by asians, and catered to ASIAN people who go right f*** off

TELL EM SIS

16.  I think Lisa isn't half white just her stepfather is white I believe

AH OK!!! makes a lot of sense!

17. Lol I’m so sorry you’re getting these white Kpop fans coming here acting all oppressed and calling your opinion invalid. I also got a bunch of these yesterday when I voiced out my opinion- lost a bunch of followers but oh well. These are probably the same fans who low key also want to become idols- smh 🤦🏻‍♀️

losing followers over your feelings of oppression is just natural selection at its finest babie, we in dis together!!!!!!!!!!! that last sentence............ spill the tea sis..........

18. All ur saying is that white people dont belong in an Asian industry lmao idk what anon is getting so worked up about. You’re not even making fun of her ur just stating the facts. There’s a difference

thank you like i didn’t say white people deserve to die or that i called her ugly LOL i just don’t want her in this industry!!!!!!!!

19. @jisungs-veterinar  So i know about Rania she's mixed black but not asian. She is very cute and nice and she got into the industry without any type of talent she just liked songwriting and the agency scouted her without audition but things were good and there wasnt hate from what i saw. But Lana is just a white girl who likes kpop and knows how to dance(nothing special believe me)and just barely learned to sing.Just because daddy has money she got here because she appeared in some kshows.She has no right to be here /  Therefore i just wanna say i agree with you and it angers me so much that Lana is here in kpop ALLOWED to be and ugh

i see, well a lot of kpop artists get their songs from other non-asian artists too. i just don’t like the idea of non-asians considered as idols, even rania, but i’m confused cuz some people are saying she got a lot of hate and some are saying she didn’t but regardless it seems like lana is getting some special treatment and it’s not right. but it’s all heresay i suppose idk kasjdlka

20. okay wow that one anon basically saying that whites are being oppressed?? no. im mixed but i’m ridiculously white passing, most people don’t believe me when i tell them that i’m half chinese but once they hear it, all of the asian jokes come out and i’m reduced to the stereotype of one of my heritages. so please anon, be quiet. also it makes total sense for someone to not be for a white person, or any person who isn’t asian that means alex (i think it’s alex) as well and i’m running out of space /  im continuing lmao from that last ask. kpop/jpop/cpop are specific genres of music that originate from these countries and from the people in these countries. it’s one of the very few ways that asians get recognition and now it’s on a global scale that their effort are being seen so no imo i don’t think that non asians should be coming into the industry. if a nonasian wants to be an artist in a pop genre? please stick to just pop and if you want to show appreciation for these languages and -

one drop of blood that isn’t white and ppl reduce you to that thinking you are lower than they are but then once that drop of blood is popping and flourishing they wanna take advantage of that and it’s hurtful ugh!!! AND YES LIKE ASIANS ARE FINALLY GETTING SOME FORM OF RECOGNITION even if it is asian pop it’s a step forward imo like where else do we get recognized by the masses?

21. the thing is white people already have so much representation in western media. kpop is something uniquely asian and i feel like it would sort of ruin it if white people or other races started trying to debut as idols. i don’t know i don’t want to be exclusive or whatever you would call it, but it just doesn’t seem right in my opinion.

i agree!! it’s something that’s unique to asia/asians and by adding non-asians to the mix i feel like it reduces it’s authenticity and dilutes the pop culture to something other than kpop

22. I see where you’re coming from 100%. Like if some white person tried to enter the Mexican industry(?) I’d be like “wtf” too.

LOL thank you for agreeing jashdajh

23. *filipino/dark skinned kpop idol* KpOp iS oNlY fOr AsIaNs nOt FoR anYoNe ElsE *white asian lookin idol* hmm yea we nees the diversity y'all stop being racist 😏

LMAO PLEASE u tell em sis!!!!!!!!!!! the day a filipino makes it into kpop i will cry

24. Why did nobody back up exp edition as much as this chick?? The clowns y'all are 2day.......

LMFAO...................... it’s cuz she’s a girl and i’m sure most of these anons are girls and you know how it goes................................... lana gives them hope KLJDLKSJDSL

25. @virgolix hi mori 🐥 just wanted to join in as well. & i think i see where ur coming from. from my understanding, it has always been hard to for asians to have proper representation in western media. & that must be why a lot of people are having a hard time supporting lana. she (a non-asian) can make her debut in korea, but not it's not so easy vice versa. how many asian pop musicians do we see who are based in america? few & far between. that's why kpop is so valuable to the asian community 💞 -virgolix / also no pressure to answer that mori & if any bit sounded ignorant - please let me know. always willing to learn 🧸 - virgolix

no no you’re not ignorant at all miss neenz!!! i agree, it will be hard for her, and i hope she’s ready for all the hardships that come with being a non-asian in the kpop industry. and yes, asians don’t get many opportunities in the west for entertainment, and when they do show up it’s a great feeling and accomplishment and step forward for us!! for a long long time, kpop idols and kdrama actors were all i had to look up to, and i’m not even korean lol.

26. @jxsng people really be making discourse about this ??? it’s true though — like z girls and z boys ??? where’s the korean media about them ????? and other asian idols too — there’s a reason why there’s usually only chinese japanese and korean idols , but suddenly white people can come in and everyone fine just because ??? wasn’t there black idols who failed in the industry bc of racism in the past ?????

i didn’t know there was a zboys!!! zgirls weren’t my style, but it’s sad lie where is their attention ://// i’m not so sure about the last part? there was this one rapper who was half black half korean tho who got attention at one point but i dont think she made it big..... i cant remember her name!! :(

27. ok so im only here for that one ask talking abt black kpop idols and i might not know all black kpop idols but the one i know who is the first non asian person to debut in kpop, has said it herself that she wasnt opressed in anyway, glorified even. so idk what theyre talking abt? also i dont like lana not bc she debuted in kpop as a white person but bc its obv that she did it w koreaboo intentions? everything abt her screams koreaboo and im just speechless lol

ah that’s interesting!! idk her story tho. that’s what i think about her too, like why..... does she look like she passes for half asian.... but she isn’t.... and it rubs me the wrong way. but i just also don’t like that she’s white...

28. i honestly find it kinda stupid how ppl are treating this situation. i dont like lana but honestly other races being in kpop shouldnt be such a big issue? if a company wants to debut a nonasian person it shouldnt be our issue? i dont think its anything evil. i just dont like lana because she seems to be trying to look and force the idea that she is asian? if a nonasian person will debut in kpop they should at least have a character of their own yk

you give a really interesting point and i think a lot of my feelings DO stem from her looking asian when she’s not, rather than her just being non asian and trying to make it into kpop, but for a very long time i only had kpop idols to really feel like it was ok to be asian and idrk where i’m going with this LOL but idk i still don’t like the idea of non-asians in kpop, etc. so idk. am i ignorant for feeling this way?

29. people will never understand that white ppl can't be oppressed and poc can't b racist towards white ppl, we can discriminate and be Rude but that's It. fans only think about this One white girl trying to make it in an industry where she doesn't rly belong, but looking at this in terms of society as a whole, it Is a problem. when poc have something that belongs to Them, white people always want in.

UGH LIKE i feel like people are thinking that i legitimately hate this one girl and that’s it like no i don’t hate her, i hate that she and everyone who is supporting her don’t understand where people who are affected by this are coming from and it’s like no one is listening............................. 

30.  anon is kinda stupid ngl how r u gonna say we’re being racist to white people it’s not possible 😭😭😭 u guys really want everything don’t u 😭😭😭

LMAAAAAAAOOOOOO  KJFLKSFJ

31. lana is just a big kboo n all the ppl that support her are just wee little kboos in the making

KJDLKSJDSLKJSLDJ LOOOOOL

32. idk what’s going with this whole thing but, you’re totally right, i’m white and white people ARE NOT oppressed. why are people getting salty abt it?

i literally don’t know LMAO LIKE I’M BEING RACIST FOR DEFENDING SOMETHING THAT WHITE PEOPLE ARE TRYNA DIP THEIR FEET IN WHERE I THINK THEY DON’T BELONG????????? ok

33. either way lana is a whole ass kboo and can’t even perform soo

omg i have never watched her but ajksldjalksdjnasdnasnd

#sorry if this subject brought something negative to your dash #but thanks to those who sent in asks and had something to say!!! whether you agreed with me or not #idk i personally love discussions like this but i will admit i get carried away #discourse #ugh i feel cleansed

[ot3]

i keep seeing this post on my dash and i really really hate it especially the notes because like

i dont know man like obviously any take about there being one Universal Misery of Womanhood and womanhood ONLY being misery is a bad and reductive one but i don’t think “ACTUALLY being a woman is really awesome and if you think otherwise that’s your own individual, personal issue” or “anyone who thinks this just needs to transition” are the correct takes either.

like heres something my friend robbie brought up when we were talking about this in the groupchat earlier

like it really feels that sometimes people forget that misogyny is genuinely still a thing and there are plenty of reasons why navigating society as a woman may not be the most pleasant experience in the world. and the concept that queer women are somehow LESS likely to feel the burden of cultural perceptions of womanhood is just insane to me... like obviously yes it’s great that queer and trans women are defining womanhood for themselves but that in no way shape or form makes the dominant narrative of womanhood just, like, a nonissue. 

and i also don’t think it’s great to imply that anyone who is experiencing discomfort with womanhood is Actually Not A Woman because i’m sure, in the VAST spectrum of human experience, the feelings of ‘being a woman can sometimes come with unnecessary grief and suffering’ is not a feeling unique to cis women.  

i’m just not really sure how you can look at the history of feminist work that exists, originating from both cishet women and queer/noncis women, and come away with the conclusion that talking about the pain that often comes with womanhood is a wrong thing to do.

the whole ‘thinking womanhood is pain is the same as thinking being trans is a disease’ thing makes even less sense because i don’t think anyone except the most extreme religious fundamentalist thinks that any pain that comes from womanhood is Innate, it’s the result of cultural factors that are very real. obviously i think there’s plenty of value to be had in the Celebration of womanhood as well but to act like any pain or grief felt there is just... someone being a negative nancy is really weird

i feel like these sorts of takes come from an attempt to avoid terf rhetoric as much as humanly possible, which is a very noble goal, because GOD knows terfs are always on that shit. they’re always out there being like ‘hmm time to make a tumblr post assuming My Exact Experience with my Mother is something shared by all Wombyn across the globe’ but sometimes people can express their feelings on a subject with wording that may be general but doesn’t necessarily imply universality and i don’t think that should be off the table. 

it has just ended up backfiring in a really nasty way because it means that unless you’re being a PR department for Womanhood someone is gonna try and peg you as a terf. if someone says ‘being a woman has caused me pain’ and your response is either ‘then you’re not a woman’ or ‘you are wrong to feel that way because being a woman is actually great’ rather than ‘maybe we should try and improve the standing of women in society so less people come out the other end of it traumatized’ then you’re really just... a complete jackass. sorry.

#bitching under the cut please don't reblog #i dont want to get into this obviously these people are entitled to their opinion #and i have specifically blocked out the names because i dont think any one of these is #that big of a deal but altogether it paints the picture of a mindset i really dont like #very long post also #ill probably delete this soon anyway

[rosemaidenvixen]

In the Fullness of Time

Chapter 1: Today

When a fight leads to unintentional magical consequences, Douxie has a painful secret exposed. Prompting him to share part of his past to his friends.

Or, the tale of how Merlin and Douxie first met.

Ao3

Halfway through watching Wizards for the first time, I came up with an idea for how Merlin and Douxie met. I liked it so much that it stuck with me even after I saw their canon meeting, so here we are. For the sake of this story Merlin didn't die, and they were able to defeat Bellroc and Skrael by locking them in the Darklands (and while I'm at it Draal is alive and is spending his honeymoon with Nomura wrestling alligators in the New Jersey sewers).

Shout out to @yellowmagicalgirl for giving me the kick in the pants to get this story off the ground and @archaeopter-ace for the title.

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Douxie ducked to the side to avoid the fireblast “Jim, on your right!”

Jim nimbly doged another fireblast and used Excalibur to vault over a fallen tree, continuing pursuit of their quarry without missing a beat.

The Warlock swore and tried to turn and retreat. Only to come face to face with Toby, Steve, and Claire. The boys wielding their hammer and axe while shadows flickered at Claire’s fingertips.

“Going somewhere Buttsnack?”

The Warlock made a mad dash in the opposite direction, but was instantly blocked by Krel’s serrator.

They all closed the gap on the increasingly anxious looking Warlock. Douxie summoning his staff as they moved in “It’s over, there’s nowhere for you to run. Surrender and we’ll go easy on you,”

The Warlock narrowed his eyes and growled “I will not yield my power to that blasted coward Merlin. Not in this life, or the next,”

Douxie’s eyes widened as he realized what the Warlock was about to do.

“ Everyone get back! ”

He slammed the end of his staff on the ground, forming a shield around the Warlock just as he started to chant.

Less than a second later the Warlock was consumed in a ball of white fire, the shield around him swelling and straining as Douxie struggled to contain the blaze.

Thinking quickly, Claire summoned a portal on the ground inside Douxie’s shield, siphoning some of the white hot energy away.

Their combined efforts had an impressive effect but it wasn’t enough.

Douxie’s shield shattered, the Warlock erupted with a blinding flash of light and a concussive wave. Blasting them all into the trees like leaves in a gale.

Head swimming, Douxie blinked to clear his vision, slowly managing to detangle himself from the roots and shrubbery. It didn’t feel like he’d been injured too badly, but something felt...off. At first he thought he was just recovering from the blast, but upon standing he immediately knew something was seriously wrong. And when he raised a hand to pull a loose twig out of his hair, Douxie froze when he saw that his shirt was practically falling off his arm. A quick glance up and down revealed the rest of his clothes now fit in the same baggy manner.

But it wasn’t so much that his clothes had gone from small to extra large, more like Douxie himself had gone from nine hundred and nineteen to four or five.

“Oh fuzzbuckets,”

Even as he spoke he cringed at his higher, lisping voice. From around the clearing he saw everyone else groan and get to their feet. It soon became apparent that Douxie wasn’t alone in his predicament.

“Guys, guys! The Warlock dude made everything bigger!” a much smaller Steve wailed, trying and failing to lift his axe.

Rather than bother to try and move his now oversized hammer, Toby opted for the simpler option of shrinking it down and tucking it into his pocket “Actually I think we got smaller,”

Krel sat on the ground, blinking at his four stubby, childish limbs “Kleb,”

Douxie had never heard the Akiridion word before, but based on the context he could give a pretty good guess as to its meaning.

Once she finished helping Jim up, Claire turned towards Douxie “What happened, why are we all fun-sized now?”

“Our friend here,” Douxie gestured to the smoking crater in the ground, all that was left of the Warlock “Rather than get taken to Merlin and have their contraband magic stripped away, chose to unleash it all at once and try to take us all out,”

He picked up his staff from where it had fallen “We were able to dampen it, which is why we’re not ash right now, but I have no idea what they were juicing themselves with, or how to undo it,”

The blue stone in the head of his staff flickered as he tried to summon his magic, only to have it elude him. With a sigh he lowered it “And being tiny like this, I don’t have much power,”

“What! Are we stuck like this?! I can’t win Spring King again if I’m all shrimpy, they won’t even let me be a duke!”

“For once I agree with the oaf. I will not be small again, and I refuse to let Aja see me like this,”

“Calm down guys,” Douxie knitted his brows and tried to tuck his staff away, a normally easy task made monumentally difficult by his lack of size and power “We just need to get back to Merlin and he can help us figure this out,”

He allowed himself a small grin as the staff finally reduced back into his cuff, with no small amount of effort on his part, only to swear when the cuff  nearly slipped off his arm. Douxie glanced at both wrists before sighing and slipped both the cuff and bracelets off, stuffing them into his pocket. Better to take them off now than to have them fall off later and get lost. But still he almost felt naked without them.

Jim tugged at Excalibur’s hilt with a frown “But what about our weapons? We can’t carry them back like this, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave them out here,”

“I’ll do it,” Claire’s sclera darkened as two small portals formed beneath Excalibur and Toothache, ferrying them away. Less than a second after the weapons vanished Claire’s eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed to the ground.

“That...that took a lot out of me,” she panted as Toby and Jim helped her to her feet.

Douxie hurried up to check on her. Much to his relief while she was sweating with exhaustion, her eyes were focused and clear and her nose wasn’t bleeding “Ok, no more magic. Our bodies just aren’t up to it right now,”

“Wait, does that mean we have to go back on foot?” Steve said incredulously.

“Unfortunately yes,”

“Aww man,”

“Double kleb,”

“C’mon guys,” Jim said while heading to the front of the group with Douxie “The sooner we start the sooner we get back, and the sooner we get back the sooner we get back to normal,”

With only minimal grumbling, the group set out through the woods. Jim and Douxie in the lead.

They stumbled their way home through the roots and undergrowth, struggling with shorter, weaker limbs. As they went, Douxie tried to come up with a likely explanation for their condition. It couldn’t be a de-aging spell, greater Wizards than that Warlock had tried and failed to obtain eternal youth. What if it was a spell intended to do something else entirely but had gone wrong? Maybe the Warlock had tried to cast a spell to strip them of all their abilities but it went haywire when--

“Hey Doux,” Claire spoke up, shattering his train of thought “What’s that, on your wrists?”

Douxie stopped in his tracks, hands unconsciously going to cover his wrists; his heart plummeting like a stone down into the bottom of his stomach.

How could he have been so careless? He didn’t have the bracelets or cuff to cover them any more, and he’d forgotten that they’d been a lot more noticeable at this age.

The rest of the group stopped to, perturbed by his reaction.

Krel squinted “Are those...scars?”

Douxie bit his lip, tightening the grip on his wrists.

Jim’s expression went from curious to soft “Hey it’s cool, you don’t have to tell us,”

“Yeah,” Steve piped up “If you say it’s none of our business, it’s none of our business,”

Claire’s face flushed “Sorry, forget I asked,”

Krel and Toby chimed in with similar reassurances.

Hearing them all try to comfort him, the subject of the marks on his wrists willing to be dropped as quickly as it was brought up; heavy, not unpleasant, emotion settled in Douxie’s chest.

These were his comrades, more than that his friends. They’d fought side by side and he trusted them with his life.

He could trust them with this to.

“No….it’s...it’s ok,” he pried his fingers away from his wrists, wincing as the marks underneath were exposed “It’s just….a hard story to tell,”

Empathy washed over Jim’s face “You don’t have to tell us if you--”

“It’s ok,” Douxie cut him off “I want to tell you,”

He took a deep breath as they all looked at him, expectantly but patiently.

“I got these,” Douxie started slowly “I got these when I was the age I appear to be now…..”

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Notes: (Content warning for mentions of cannibalism)

For the magic system I'm setting up in this story there are functional differences between a Wizard and a Warlock. A Witch/Wizard is someone with innate magical abilities, whether they came naturally, like Douxie, or developed after contact with the magical world, like Claire. A person without magic of their own that still uses magical tools and objects would be referred to as an Alchemist.

Warlocks occupy a dark middle ground between the two. Warlocks are those that lack intrinsic magical abilities of their own, but consume or inject themselves with the essence of other magical creatures in order to gain their powers. These artificially gained magical abilities fade over time, so Warlocks constantly need to replenish themselves with outside magical sources. There are literally thousands of ways for a Warlock to accomplish this, but the most common method is by directly cannibalizing a Witch or Wizard. So while the words Warlock and Cannibal are not synonymous within magical communities, they share all of the same negative connotations.

The main point is that while being a Warlock doesn't make one inherently 'evil', the steps and ethical choices a person has to make to become a Warlock and to maintain that status informs a lot about their willingness to harm others for their own gain.

This won't come up in the rest of the story, I just wanted to elaborate on some of the worldbuilding.

#tales of arcadia #toawizards #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #jim lake jr #steve palchuk #toby domzalski #claire nuñez #krel tarron #rmvwrites #fanfic #in the fullness of time

[cutesuki--bakugou]

I change up the reasoning behind it just a tad, but hopefully it’s still okay :D Thank you so much for suggesting Koge as an option, I really appreciate it!! 

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Under the cut~

Koge gave a quiet huff, glaring at her lover that was sitting across the room from her. At the moment, he was completely focused on the television, gaming headset on and controller in his hands. Obviously annoyed himself, he didn’t even chance a glance at her, completely zoned in on killing whatever zombies or monsters on his game. Dumb boy, Koge thought to herself, wrapping the fleece blue blanket around her shoulders tighter. He’s so stubborn. Even though I’m right.

It was truly a petty argument that had brought up this tense silence between them, something that was absolutely ridiculous. Koge had approached him with the horribly intense subject of cutting her hair. Yes. Cutting her hair. That is what had him ignoring her, all because she wanted to cut her long white locks off above her shoulders. In all their time together as a couple she had never cut her hair, and change was something that Bakugou wasn’t exactly comfortable with. At least, not change that he himself didn’t approve of. He absolutely adored her long hair, for more than one reason, and the thought of it being gone was something he hated. He despised it so much, in fact, that he had refused to even discuss it with her, shutting himself down into his own little world of violent zombie killing.

Koge had tried to reason with him, that it was just hair and it would grow back eventually. Where she had made him the most angry was snapping at him that it was her body and she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Bakugou hadn’t gotten mad that he wanted control over her, not at all. What he had gotten mad about was the fact that she was completely correct. He had no right to tell her not to cut it, nor did he had any grounds to stand on for why he didn’t want her to. At least, none that actually made a difference. So, in his frustration, he decided that ignoring her would be better than admitting that he was wrong.

It was something that Koge had found annoying about him. Even with her, his pride and ego were so strong that he struggled to admit when he was wrong or when he was being literally stupid. Yes, he had gotten better in his adult age, but there were still times where he acted like a full on brat. Now was one of them, pouting on the couch with the volume in his headphones so loud Koge could hear it across the room. She had tried to reconcile with him, to get him to understand that it wasn’t all that big of a deal and that she wasn’t necessarily mad at him. But still, he wouldn’t budge, and Koge was growing frustrated with it. 

She wouldn’t be so upset if it had just been a few minutes. But now, it had been hours. He had refused to even look at her, talk to her or answer a single thing that she said. At this point, Koge knew that it was more embarrassment at the way he had acted that was keeping him silent rather than anger or frustration. How can I get him out of this… Food didn’t work, talking didn’t work… Hm.

The idea that came to her mind was admittedly a bit cruel, but it was all she could think of in the moment. She knew that it would work, one way or another, and there really wasn’t any negative consequences that came to mind right away. So, shrugging off the blanket, Koge stood. Dressed in just a tanktop and shorts, she grew cold right away, but if her plan worked than she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about that for long. Walking behind the couch Bakugou sat on, Koge leaned over it, moving one of his headphones off of his ear before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Katsuki~” She sung softly in his ear, playfully nibbling at his earlobe. There was no physical response except for the tips of his ears growing red, which only confirmed that her plan may just work.

“Love, why won’t you talk to me?” She spoke quietly, tenderly running a finger along the sharp form of his jawline. “Are you really that upset with me?” Her fingers continued down his neck, barely scraping along his skin with her nails. She could see and feel how hard he swallowed, unable to resist a small smirk from crossing her lips. He was so cute when he got flustered that she just couldn’t resist her teasing, her hand slowly traveling further down his torso. “So stubborn… You won’t even look at me. Well, you don’t have to.” She kissed and nibbled at the skin of his neck softly, eyes locked on the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. Against her own plans, she had begun to turn herself on, which was something she hadn’t exactly thought about happening.

Still, she had come this far, and she refused to stop now. “I guess I have to prove that I’m not upset, hm?” Sliding a single finger along the form of his member, she felt her body tingle at his sharp intake of breath. “What do you think, Katsuki? How about a little make up sex? You can take out all your frustrations on me.” The more she teased, the more pressure she put on his member, now stroking his length through his sweatpants. “You can spank me and tell me how much of a bitch I am. Tease and edge me. Choke me. Make me beg for your cock. What do you think?”

When he still didn’t respond, Koge knew that she had him, quite literally, in the palm of her hand. With an exaggerated, purposefully airy sigh, Koge pulled away and leaned up off the couch. “Ah well, fine then. I guess you’d rather play with your zombies.” Before he could react, she snapped his headset back into place over his ear, leaving him stunned and confused.

Koge??? Leaving him hanging??? With a raging boner and all these enticing thoughts???

“What the fuck?!” Bakugou’s thoughts spilled from his lips before he could even control it, turning to watch her walk away towards the kitchen. “Utsuro, what the fuck was all that?”

“Hm, what’s that?” Koge didn’t bother to look back at him, currently looking through the fridge for a drink. “Sorry, I can’t quite hear you.” She was purposely bending over a bit further than what was necessary, displaying her backside to him. Picking up a bottle of water, she had to hold back a giggle at the rate of which he ripped off his gaming gear, standing and marching his way over to her. “You think that’s funny, Utsuro? To just tease me and then fuck off like that?”

Koge leaned back against the fridge as she closed it, sipping from the bottle as she stared up at him. “Is that what I did? I don’t think so, Katsuki. I asked you if that’s what you wanted--” She glanced at his arms as he placed his palms against the fridge on either side of her, trapping her in place. “-- but you didn’t answer me. So, you obviously didn’t want anything.” As he tried to lean in to kiss her, Koge ducked under his arm, fleeing him once again. “Nope! I took your silence as a ‘no’, love. You must still be upset with me.”

“I’m not upset with you!” Bakugou followed her, obviously grasping at strings to try and change her mind. “I just felt stupid, so I didn’t say anything!” Koge gave a playful sigh as she leaned on the island countertop, resisting a gasp as he was quick to get behind her. She could feel his member pressing between her ass cheeks, his strong presence against her back and hot breath down her neck instantly driving her wild. Damn, she wanted him, but she just could not allow him victory that easy. “You felt stupid for… what?”

Bakugou buried his face into the curve of her neck, kissing her skin softly as his hand caressed her lower abdomen. “For arguing with you. Even though I still hate it.” His hand slipped between her legs, eagerly rubbing her clit beneath his rough fingers. Koge had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself quiet, only allowing him to pleasure her for a moment before she shifted herself to face him, hopping up onto the countertop. “What do you hate? How I’m right?” Leaving the water bottle beside them, Koge cupped his cheeks, feeling more heat rush to her body as he tugged her hips to the edge of the counter. Fuck, his cock feels so good already… But I can’t, he has to admit it.

“I hate the thought of your cutting your hair.” Bakugou hissed, his hands sliding up her sides and taking her shirt with them. “I don’t want you to.” Koge couldn’t help but smirk, giving his lips a teasing nibble. “Ah… wrong answer.” With a quick push, Koge slid herself across the island until she was on the other side, hopping down and leaving him once again frozen in shock. Smirk still on her lips, Koge tugged her shirt back down into place, walking backwards towards the bedroom. “You’re still mad at me, I guess. We can’t make up if you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad! Yet!” Bakugou leapt over the island, startling Koge so much that she squealed, nearly tripping over her own feet as she dashed for the bedroom. She barely made it inside before Bakugou was behind her, slamming the door shut behind him. Koge was quick to hop up onto the bed, ready to defend herself against her ravenous boyfriend. Bakugou stood by the closed door, malicious smirk crossing his lips as he locked the door. “Now you’ve just gotten yourself trapped, Utsuro.”

Koge sighed, dramatically falling onto her back. “Oh gee, what ever will I do! I’ve just gone and made my boyfriend so horny that he can’t stand it! But you still haven’t admitted it, Katsuki.” Her legs opened and displayed for him, Koge began to teasingly stroke her own sex, only fueling his frustration. Smirk still present, Bakugou began to make his way over, snatching her by the ankles and yanking her body to the edge of the bed.

“Utsuro, I may have acted like a fuckhead, but when I’m don’t with you, you won’t even remember that you wanted to cut that beautiful hair of yours. In fact,” Bakugou wrapped his hand around Koges throat, making her gasp and wiggle in excitement.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard all you’ll remember is how to scream my name.”

#cutesuki-lemons #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x oc #bakugou #bakugou scenarios #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha writing blog #oc #original character #koge #bakugou x koge

[suddeninklings]

Summary. Louis Bloom needed a change. Alone in a new city, he is ready to make his mark as he had in Los Angeles. Sadie Sims is alone, too. But she knows San Francisco in ways he doesn’t. 

Introduction l Chapter One

Chapter Two.

Rain pounded against the windows of Lou’s car. Small waves of water slunk from the roof, morphing the neon lights outside until they looks more like strokes of paint. Inside, it was close to deafening. Sadie say in the passenger’s seat, a paper bag in her lap with her phone balanced on her left knee. Lou was lounging in the driver’s seat, gnawing on his thumbnail as she answered in detail the questions he posed.

Most were about the various districts that made up the city. The demographics. Which areas she felt safe in. Which were home to families. To loners. It seemed to her, all basic stuff, but perhaps he was more interested in a first hand opinion opposed to what he could look up on the internet. After the first hour, she had excused herself to the nearest sandwich shop, her rumbling stomach having caused one too many interruptions. She had offered to get him something too, but he had politely declined. She was certain she could feel his eyes on her as she raced up the block, her jacket pulled up to keep her head covered from the downpour.  When she returned, he was gazing at his phone and didn’t look up. She unwrapped her dinner, a half of a meatball sandwich, and waited for the next question.

“What about Bayview?” He said, after a moment of silence, right when she had dared to take her first bite. She wondered if he would object to her eating. His car was immaculately clean and still held traces of that familiar new car smell. But he hadn’t told her to stop or tuck it away.

He was a strange man. To say the least. His eyes, as blue as the oceans in the north, seemed to be watching always. Never straying from their current focus. They reminded her of a hawk or some other bird of prey. Sharp and fixated. His face was sallow, no doubt from working mostly at night. The mixture of shadows and the dim glare of neon only heightened the deep bags under his eyes and the definite lines of his cheek bones.

He could stand to gain a little weight. Sadie thought, swallowing. It was something people used to say to her, but she hadn’t heard it since moving to California.

“You’ll probably spend a lot of time there,” She said, taking another large bite. “Or across the bay, in Oakland? Lots of people want to know what’s going on there. And visa-versa. Everyone who lives there really wants to live here.”

He didn’t take notes as she spoke, but seemed to be cataloging everything away in the folds of his mind. She guessed he would remember every word. He pulled at sections of his hair, drawing them into place. It was wet from the rain and looked better slicked back.

“Do you ever think of cutting it?” She asked between bites, fingering the napkin in her lap.

“What?” He asked.

“Your hair,” She clarified, gesturing with her free hand. “Just a trim maybe. It would look much better.”

“I’m not concerned with such things.” He said simply, his eyes on the road ahead.

“Oh,” She said. She lifted her foot up but paused, looking to him. “Do you mind if I-?”

He met her eyes, not understanding at first. “Not at all.”

She smiled and hitched her feet up onto the dash. Curling inwards and settling into a more comfortable position. She was like a cat in that way, always wanting to be smaller than she already was. Yet still poised. When he sat at Whitney’s he could see her watching people. Observing them. She seemed fascinated by even the most mundane patrons. Sometimes she would be listening in on conversations, scribbling into her pad before tearing the page out and pocketing it so as not to tip off her bosses. It was amusing. Made even more so because in practically every case, people had no clue she was doing it.  

In all actuality, he did mind, but he was quickly discovering that things Sadie did didn’t bother him in ways that they would with most other people. At first he wasn’t sure why this was. But he had his theories. The topmost being that, she wasn’t averse to his mannerisms in the way that most people were. He wasn’t stupid or immune to it. He knew he was different. He just didn’t particularly care. He let his work speak for him. People like Nina and Robert, they cared more about his output and that was all that mattered to him. Still, it was strange to meet someone that didn’t seem to mind his idiosyncrasies. Richard had. The other interns had. They put up with it. But he could sense the side long glances and the whispers. She was nervous around him at first. Especially when he asked her to get in the car. But this was their third night together and she had begun to relax. Whatever her misgivings, he was starting to think they had more to do with him being a man that with him principally.

“Did you get that picture?” He asked, suddenly remembering what he’d meant to ask her that first night.

“Hmm?”

“Of the statue.”

“Oh! Yeah, you wanna see?” She asked, excitedly. She reached for her backpack, not waiting for an answer. She pulled a slim folder from it’s depths and handed it over. “I just got it developed yesterday, actually. It’s going to be perfect for my portfolio.”

He opened it. There were at least a dozen shots slipped into the right side pocket. On the left, a sealed, plastic envelope of negatives was pinned down. Feeling her eyes on him, he began to slip through the shots. They were all taken at night and aside from the statue, each was taken of a person. None of the subjects faced the camera, but Louis could sense the emotions in each shot.

“These are…”

She leaned in, fist tucked under her chin in an attempt to seem cavalier. It wasn’t often that she sought outside opinion, but she felt as if she owed him something for his assisting in her trespassing attempt. Even so, her heart was hammering in her throat. Criticism wasn’t something she had yet learned to handle. She was certain that, even if there was only a single negative reaction in a sea of positives, she would be awake the whole night through obsessing over whatever he said next.

“Really good.” He finished, slipping another page free to inspect it.

“You think so?” She said, breathless.

“I do.” He nodded.

“I like to play with light,” She explained, watching him carefully as he inspected each piece. “Man-made light mostly. It’s really fascinating you know, how the angles can change your face. You can look like a totally different person depending on-Oh, geez, I forgot that one was in there.”

Her face turned scarlet as he pulled out the second to last one. It was a picture of him.

“Sorry,” She said, though she sounded more apologetic that he had caught her rather than for the act itself. “It was the first night you came in. I didn’t think- I mean -you didn’t seem like the “regular” type. So…”

He was sitting at the corner booth. It had been the first and only time he’d managed to acquire it. He was leaning back against the chair, looking much like a disinterested teenager with his headphones crammed into his ears. The waitress, whether it was Sadie or one of the others he couldn’t remember, must have just brought him his coffee for slivers of steam were still wafting from the surface. Spread out before him were several papers and a notebook. He had been learning the San Francisco codes that night. Although at the time it had been unwelcome, it was a flattering shot. He looked...concentrated. Like an artist in his element. There was something almost maniac but engaging about the way his eyes were trained on the page. A direct contradiction to his lackadaisical form. He held the photo closer to his face, unable to look away.

“I like it.” He said. It was the truth.

“You do?” She breathed, sounding relieved.

“Can I keep it?” He asked, turning to her.

“Keep it?” She considered. “Well, I guess. If you don’t mind me using the negatives. There’s this gallery in the Mission that takes amateur submissions every other month...I’m hoping to get in this year.”

“It’s a deal.” He said.

He held his hand out to her. Surprised, Sadie pushed her feet off the dash and twisted around to face him. She took his hand with a grin. It was cold like ice, but he held firm. He held it for a moment longer than she expected, his thumb running along the curves of her knuckles. He didn’t even seem aware he was doing it.

Sadie slipped her hand away. “You’re, uh, welcome” She said, drawing her hand into her others. It felt hot all of a sudden. Her traced her own thumb over where his had ghosted and felt sparks. She looked up, watching him smile as he took in the photo and felt herself beginning to smile too. She purposely tried to photograph people when they didn’t realize it. And, aside from a spare photo of a friend here or there, had never received feedback directly from a subject. Usually out of fear of critic or backlash.

But...that wasn’t bad. She thought to herself. Not at all.

The police scanner shoved in between them whirred to life, causing them both to start.

“All available officers please converge on-”

Louis didn’t need to hear the rest to know it was a call worth responding to.

“Get out.” He said, not unkindly but with a jarring firmness.

“O-Okay-” Sadie stuttered, grabbing for her pack and shoving her stuff inside. As she zipped up her bag, she felt his hand on her shoulder pushing her towards the door.

“Alright, alright, I-” She stumbled out of the car and into the rain. He was gone before she could even right herself. She watched his car speed off into the night, showers of water spraying on either side of the car.

“B-bye…” She said, lamely raising her hand has rain began to soak through the hood of her jacket.

-

He was glad she had been so quick to exit the car. A minute later and he would have lost his place as first to the scene. And what a scene it was. The building looked to be abandoned. From the front, it was windowless and covered in a forest green paint that was chipped and peeling off in long, loose curls. Four police cars were parked out front. They had only just begun to cordon off the area. Sensing his window was closing, Louis held tight to his camera, and snaked past an officer talking to a local and into the building. It was low lit inside, but he could feel that the ceiling stretched high above. Despite the coolness of the evening, there was a stale, heavy warmth permeating the room. The first thing he registered was the smell. It was one he had come to recognize. Blood. Not fresh blood. But rot and sweat and salt.

“Hey! You can’t be in here.” An officer said, stepping towards Louis in the hopes that his sizable form would be enough to chase him away.

“What happened here?” Louis said, ignoring him. He kept the camera steady, trying to at least get a good sweep around the room.

“Sir,” The office said, “Get out. Now.”

Louis began to back towards the door slowly. “Is-that…”

“It is was it is.” The officer said, “Now stand back please, behind the line.

Certain he had gotten at least enough for a tease, he stumbled out and began to search for a proper interviewee.

-

Thank you for reading! Things are going to pick up next chapter, I promise. ;0)

#nightcrawler #louis bloom #fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal

[mlpdestinyverse]

“Admirer”

Blushing? Check. Stuttering? Double check. Yep. Something’s definitely up with Daring Do’s oldest kiddo.

Feat.  Monochrome

Story and Description Under The Cut!

-As she treks home, Daring Do glances up at the sky and takes in its hues of pink and orange. Even if her library research hadn’t brought along any major discoveries that could prove helpful for her wife’s newest mission, she at least now had the time to slow down and appreciate the beautiful sights. In general that was at least one plus side to stepping down from her life of adventure and danger. Just as she’s approaching the front door to her home, she notices something from the corner of her eye; her oldest, Monochrome, sitting under a tree some ways away. They’re facing away from both her and the sun’s departing rays, probably to catch the light on whatever they were sketching in their sketchbook. Daring Do begins to walk towards her kid, half expecting them to turn and notice her presence. When they don’t by the time she’s just a few hoofsteps away, she’s prepared to speak up. However, she pauses for a moment. Despite the angle of where she’s standing, she notices how…serene her kid looks. The featherlight strokes of their pencil make Monochrome seem more relaxed and in their element than usual. But what especially catches her eye is that, unlike the serious, tight expression they usually wear when focused, their current expression is soft. Gentle, even, as they keep their eyes locked on their sketchbook page. Upon closer inspection, Daring could make out a drawing of….a pony. A pegasus? With short hair- Daring Do: -hesitates, not really wanting to interrupt. Though her curiosity does get the better of her- Heya Mono- -Daring nearly jumps as Chrome suddenly jolts and then yelps as their sketchbook leaps from their hold. They clumsily toss it about in their attempt to catch it before managing to grab it and shut it close. They then whip their head towards their mother with wide eyes, feathers completely ruffled up. Was the hue of the sky making Chrome’s face look a little red? Monochrome: Mom, you startled me... Daring: -blinks a few times- I...wow, sorry sweets.  You must’ve really been focused on whatever you were drawing if you didn’t hear me coming. Monochrome: -quickly averts gaze- Maybe...sorry. Daring: -hums, her curiosity returning- What are you working on anyw- Monochrome: (!) It’s nothing! -hugs their sketchbook close to their chest- Nothing important, at least. Daring: (?) Really? You looked like you were really into it. She was looking really pretty too! Monochrome: -cheeks deepen in hue. Suddenly the ground has become a much more interesting thing to stare at than their mother’s face. They lower their voice into a quiet mumble- I...s-she...y-yeah… Daring: (...?) Is she...some sort of character you’re designing...? Monochrome: Nng…-nervously turns a bit away- I-it’s just a drawing I did for fun. Daring: -stares, honestly pretty baffled to see her kid like this. Her teen has been such a calm and collected case for the past few years. Why were they suddenly so self-conscious and embarrassed?-  Are you okay Chromey? I mean...I swear I haven’t heard you stutter like this since you were a foal. Monochrome: -tenses up, cheeks reddening more- I’m fine. Daring: ….OR blush. -taps a hoof on her chin, thoroughly searching her memory for clues. She recalls Monochrome’s soft expression from just a moment before, and the pretty mare in their sketch- ...wait Monochrome: -takes one glance at Daring’s look of realization and feels their feathers ruffle from dread- Mom- Daring: Is my little foal… Monochrome: Mom, wait- Daring: In love? Monochrome: -thoroughly flushes- M-mom...! Daring: -gasps- You are, aren’t you?! -hovers a hoof in front of her mouth, a mix of disbelief and delight- Why else would you be all flustered and actually HIDE a drawing for once! You NEVER hide your drawings from me! Ugh, that should’ve been my first clue... Monochrome: -squeezes their sketchbook and looks away- I-I’m- t-this is nothing. I’m just fond of her. It’s nothing serious... Daring: Says the lovestruck teen making pretty doodles of their crush, honey. -sighs happily, pressing a hoof to her cheek- Oh, when Rainbow finds out… Monochrome: -stiffens, suddenly growing agitated- No. I don’t want mom knowing anything. D-don’t TELL her. Daring: -althrough stunned, a pang of guilt hits her when she sees how upset Monochrome is now, hunched tight as if ready to withdraw. She steps forward and sits right beside her kid, speaking gently- Hey, don't worry, I promise I wasn’t actually planning on telling anypony. But I really shouldn’t have joked about your feelings like that...sorry, Chromey. Monochrome: …it’s okay. -exhales slowly, their wing feathers finally beginning to smooth down- Daring: -smiles comfortingly- There’s nothing wrong with feeling this way, you know. Why don’t you tell me about her? Like, what’s her name? Monochrome: -looks up at the pastel sky- ...Eventide Twister. Daring: (!!) Wait...you mean that little filly friend you used to play with?? Monochrome: Yeah…-chuckles weakly- I really used to gush about her, huh? No wonder you still remember her after all these years. Daring: -frowns- That’s right, you’ve haven’t talked about her in a long time...how is she? Monochrome: ...-their eyelids and ears droop- I wish I knew... During my first year at the Friendship Academy, she just...stopped hanging around after school one day. And then I found out she left Friendship Elementary, and any time I spotted her she would just be sticking close to her mom and avoiding everypony- -shoulder fur begins to bristle- And all I could get out of anypony was that some ponies were really mean to her. Nothing more than that. Daring: -eyebrows knit back- Oh Chromey...did you ever try talking to her- Monochrome: She didn’t look like she wanted to talk to anypony. Not even me. I tried writing letters instead, hoping that’d make things...easier. Daring: And…? Monochrome: -smiles sadly to themself- She never replied. So I’ve left her alone since. Daring: -ears flatten- I...had no idea. Why didn’t you talk to me about this before...? Monochrome: I don’t know, mom...I guess I was just...tired. Daring: ….-waits for them to elaborate, but instead, Monochrome goes quiet. After a moment, before she can find a way to ask just what they were tired of, she notices her kid lift their hoof and gently place it on the page of their drawing- Monochrome: I remember how every time she saw me, even if I was hiding in my own little corner, she would smile so brightly and talk to me and ask to see my new drawings. -chuckles weakly- And then she would ramble on and on about all the different things she liked about them...like the colors and the subject matter. And then I drew her one day, just to see how she’d react, and she got so excited she almost tripped over her own hooves. -snorts softly at the memory- She told me I absolutely had to draw ponies more often. And she was always really happy whenever we got together to make silly doodles of the two of us. I don’t know... sometimes I think about those days and her colors and her smile and suddenly I want to reflect that kind of warmth and liveliness in my art. I mean look at this...I couldn’t draw anything all day, but I took one look at the sky and this happened. -Lifting her gaze from their drawing, Daring looks up at Monochrome’s face to find such deep, genuine fondness, with a tinge of sadness, as the young pegasus fixates on their drawing- Daring: ...you must really miss her. Monochrome: -tiredly shrugs- Whatever friendship we had, yeah...every now and again I spot her in town, but she seems so rigid any time anypony talks to her that I can’t….bring myself to do anything. -huffs softly- So...for now, I’m just here, stupidly remembering the good times and...holding onto dumb feelings.

Daring: -smiles faintly and rests her head upon their shoulder- Oh sweetheart, they’re not dumb...even after all of that, you still care, and that’s admirable. -stretches her wing across their back in a one-winged embrace- I don't have an answer on how to recover an old friendship...especially with a mystery-case like this.  But it's completely normal to reminisce! As long as you don't get stuck in the past and, you know, look forward to experiencing even greater things in the future. -chuckles, her exciting adventurer-days flicking through her mind, followed by sweet memories of her family- I would know. Maybe one day, Eventide will be in a place where the two of you can catch up again. But even if it doesn't work out, that's okay. Just breathe and keep moving onward. There will always be more great ponies out there just waiting to meet somepony like you. -Rainbow's dorky grin enters her mind, causing her to contentedly smile to herself- Or even remeet, when you least expect it. I'm sure finding these ponies will be frustrating, but it'll be worth it. I'm sure.     Monochrome: …-leans their head to rest on top of their mother’s, breathing out deeply. Even if they know it'll never be that easy, at least Daring always had a way with making them feel more at ease. Unlike another mare they knew- ...thanks mom. For listening. Daring: Pft...always, Momo.

You guys have met present-day cool-tempered, tell-it-like-it-is Monochrome. You’ve even met sweet, lonely baby Monochrome. Well here’s the awkward, still soft-hearted transitional Monochrome inbetween. The one who's also just beginning to feel some negativity and cynicism towards their mother, Rainbow Dash. Constantly being “left behind” by those you care about (Rainbow...Skychaser...Eventide…) is bound to become tiring. It’s part of the reason why Monochrome becomes more stoic and reserved while growing up, to bury their sensitive heart Claiming that Monochrome decided to leave Eve alone purely with her feelings in mind would be a lie though, and they know it. Their insecurities like to convince them that maybe Eve just didn’t enjoy their little friendship as must as they had thought. Maybe they didn't mean as much to her as she did to them.

Monochrome lets go of their romantic feelings a year or two after this scene. 

PS: In this storyverse, Twilight’s Friendship Academy is like a high school. After a number of years, a separate affiliated building, “Friendship Elementary” (a sort of elementary/middle school hybrid), was built to teach even younger foals friendship. Monochrome is at least two years older than Eventide Twister, so when they graduated to the Friendship Academy, that meant leaving Eve behind at the other school. Just thought I’d clear that up.

#Destinyverse #Daring Do #my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #Monochrome Dashielle #mlp #mlp art #mlp oc #story

[noxstrix]

ABOUT THE MUN.

hello. i am coyote. my pronouns are she / her and they / them. i am over 21 years old, and a full time college student. i’m a practicing pagan in the real world. i have adhd and anxiety, so i really prefer to reply to drafts selectively and with mutuals only. my classes are mon - thurs  and i tend not to reply very much on those days. because of this i’d call this blog medium activity. as of right now nisa is my only character. i believe everyone has the freedom to say whatever they want on their blogs, within reason, please do not follow me if you are someone who is easily offended.

i know my rules are long, but they are to keep everyone on the same page and to prevent any future discourse from happening on my blog or between us as writers. thank you so much for taking the time to read everything, i sincerely appreciate it !!

TRIGGERING CONTENT / TRIGGER TAGGING.

please exit the page and unfollow right now, if you are under the age of eighteen.

this blog is extremely triggering. i cannot stress this enough. blasphemy is a reoccurring theme. a lot of the content i write here explores  conspiracy theories about the biblical apocalypse, the vatican and its links to illuminati, free masonry, and the ninth circle. if you have ever been curious enough to research on these cults, then you would likely know they are linked to subject matter such as human sacrifices, sex trafficking, murder, pedophilia, etc etc. while i do not promote or condone any of this, there will be frequent mentions in my writing of these topics and i won’t be tagging them. blasphemy will also never be tagged on my blog.

images posted / reposted on this blog are sometimes graphic and contain blood, gore, or melancholy. i will not be trigger tagging anything that does not make me personally uncomfortable. this blog is mine and i can do or post whatever i want on it. however, sometimes i do feel like there’s a line that might be crossed in regards to my followers.

i will be tagging any triggering imagery as  /  horror.  if you wish to add that to your blacklist. additionally if you have any really specific, and legitimate phobias you require me to tag, don’t hesitate to message me privately. all phobias brought to my attention ( ie. spiders, eye gore ) will likely wind up under the blacklist tag   /  trigger.  i will not be tagging anything such as food, or body image.

THE CHARACTER / THEFT.

my character takes basis from biblical, luciferian, satanic, gnostic and jewish mythology. she is lilith’s reincarnation. i however, do change up some of the lore and give it my own ideas and flavors. everything about nisa and lilith, i headcanoned myself. same goes for her partner blog lucian / lucifer ( @antichrstis ). i wrote both of biographies. please do not steal any aspects of either character, or any of my lore regarding their universe, as i worked very hard on their background stories. i will post a call out, if i catch you imitating, copying, or stealing anything. this is your one and only warning.

AGE LIMITS.

because this blog is full of mature, adult content, please do not follow me if you are under the age of eighteen or you cannot maturely handle in character content like profanity, sex, horror, violence, torture, mental or physical abuse. if  either of the words sex or smut bothers you and makes you feel even a little queezy or you have an aversion to it, i definitely  do not suggest following. while i don’t smut often on this blog, it does happen, and when it does, it’s with characters whose writers are over the age of 20. sorry, i personally do not feel comfortable writing smut with muns younger than 20 years of age, i don’t care of 18 is the legal age, this is my personal preference.

additionally, i do not ship my oc against characters whose face claims are under the age of 25. i will not ship her with characters under the age of 23 ( divided by 2 + 7 rule )  that’s creepy to me. not only is nisa thirty one years old, but lilith is older than the earth’s creation. don’t even try to come up with excuses or convince me otherwise because it’s gonna get you hard blocked, you feel me?

MUN =/= MUSE.

nisa’s personal beliefs and actions, are not my own ! please keep ooc and ic separate in this regard. these are works of fiction and this is roleplay. the mun’s personality is not the muses. she’s a bit of a binch sometimes and narcissistic, but just because she is rude and mean to some characters, does not mean i, the mun, feel that way towards you ooc, or towards your character!

CHARACTERIZATION + METAGAMING.

please, please, please, read nisa/lilith’s about pages in full. like every detail, okay? because i am so, so very tired of people approaching her as the stereotypical lilith. or approaching her automatically like she’s a bitch. if you’re a bitch to her first or give her an attitude, you better believe you’re going to get a reply according to that ten fold.

nisa is in essence, a fallen angel / demon, and the creator of witches and supernatural monstrosities, reincarnated. lilith is sometimes interpreted in biblical prophecy as the anti-christ’s partner in crime, which means only god can kill her. you can throw holy water at her, you can torture her, decapitate her, but your character can’t get rid of her.

she is true immortal. if you are going to pick a fight with her, pick your battle wisely, because she will not hesitate to use her magic or destroy your character to make a point. i do not hold her characterization back for any reason, so when you find yours flying across the room or pinned on a ceiling, don’t be surprised.

also bear in mind she has the ability to see people’s pasts and future, to pick up on their emotions, insecurities, and decipher personal things about them. i always read character’s backgrounds first to get an idea, and sometimes dig through headcanons pages for some juice. unless your character is a witch or supernatural being who has taken precautions spiritually or magically to block anyone from doing so at any given time,  don’t be surprised if this happens. i analyze your subtext as well, so anything your character is feeling or any vibes they’re giving off may or may not additionally not be picked up on.

if you read this and you’re thinking “lol overpowered, mary sue,” don’t follow me. it’s that simple. all of the powerful / evil characters you hate to love on television are mary sues when you strip away the lime light media.  i suggest taking a look in the mirror and getting off your high horse when it comes to your attitude towards original characters, kay? awesome.

GOD MODDING.

ah yes, god modding. please don’t do it to my character unless discussed first, or unless you are sending me a starter! starters are the only situation i let people gently god mod in, because i know it can be difficult writing threads out of thin air.

do not undermine evil or magically powerful characters. i think most of us have been around the rpc long enough to have seen the psa going around on tumblr about this. it’s truly frustrating, when you have someone’s human character or any being capable of dying, repetitively poking a villain with a sharp stick, and then getting all butt-hurt when the other person replies accordingly with negative consequences for their muse.

because my character is an immortal, with nearly all magical abilities, i am going to be honest with you. if your character does anything threatening towards nisa/lilith, or anything which might provoke her to harm yours, i will god mode in my reply. again, pick your battles wisely. this only happens if your character does something to deserve it. there will be no ’ attempts made ’ because  if they are human, she can literally begin choking them from across the room, melting their brain, breaking their bones, setting them on fire, or instantly kill them with a tap on their shoulder, if she chooses.

if your character is supernaturally based and has magical powers, etc, i will message you first and give you a heads up so we can discuss how we want their fight to end and which direction to go in. every attack on your supernatural character will be attempted. in counter, if your character wants to engage in a magical battle or some sort of violent fight with mine, i hope you will respect me the same way and message me before hand.

ENGAGING / INTERACTING WITH MY CHARACTER.

this blog is mutuals only! if i don’t follow you please do not send me random memes, or anything unprompted. also please do not like any of my starter calls or reply to my open starters. if i don’t follow you back, please don’t feel bad! it is most likely because i don’t see her interacting with your character, you post too much ooc, or i already follow too many of a certain muse. i am ocd about what is on my dash. i have adhd so a fast and clustered or disorganized dash does give me anxiety!

with that out of the way, any mutuals, whether we have or haven’t interacted, are always welcome to send nisa/lilith random starters, dialogue one liners, crack, memes, headcanon questions, etc. there is no limit as to how you can interact with me or how you want to. if you feel like interacting with nisa, feel confident that you can just do it and don’t hesitate !!!!! none of you will or could ever annoy me tbh.

SOFT / HARD BLOCKING / UNFOLLOWING.

this blog practices both soft blocking and hard blocking. if i soft block you and you try re-following, i hard block. i do this to protect myself, and to protect my creative freedom on my blog. i don’t owe anyone an explanation. if i see frequent call outs, callout reblogs, vague posts, or negativity on your blog, i will not hesitate to block you as i see fit. please keep your ooc political views off my dash. i really don’t give a shit, since i’m here to roleplay.  

if you think i might have unfollowed you on accident  ( bc lets be real the mobile app is really trash and my thumbs are clumsy ) please unfollow and then refollow me to alert me of my mistake. my tumblr msgs are currently for mutuals only, so that’s the easiest way to get my attention.

SHIPPING / SMUT.

as far as shipping is concerned, this blog only engages in pre-plotted ships. all  pre-plotted ships will get their own verse.

nisa is a complicated character and she is demiromantic. she isn’t really a flings kind of person and i bet you’re thinking ’ lol but it’s lilith ’ and yeah, that’s true, but just because the bible  called her a whore, doesn’t mean she is one. i’d really like to point out that they gave her that image because she disobeyed adam and god, whom are both men. did i also mention that the bible and rabbinical story of lilith, was written by men?

okay, great. now, we’re on the same page. many pagan practices and religions believe that periods of celibacy are a good thing, and actually makes witches more powerful, because sexual energy is powerful. before nisa accepts her fate of being lilith’s reincarnation, she does this frequently, as well as fasts, so that her various uses of magic, or that her visions, have an amplified effect.

in contrast, sometimes celibacy gets to be too much and she needs to actually release that tension and craves companionship, so one night stands, and flings are more likely to happen over romantic ships. she is flirty by nature and sometimes touchy-feely, this does not mean, however, that she wants to engage in sexual relations with your character.

i will only write with / ship with one lucifer, and that is @antichrstis in her main verse.

if your character is feeling nisa, or you view her character as someone yours might want to romantically ship with, and you would like it to happen, please feel free to message me andwe can discuss verse arcs and details ! don’t let what was previously mentioned above deter you.

i briefly mentioned smut earlier in my rules, but this is a reminder that i will not smut with anyone under age 20 or any muses whose fcs are under age 25.

DISCORD / TUMBLR MSGS.

if we’re mutuals, message me at your leisure! if you would like my discord, it is available upon request. i am open to ooc chit - chatting and plotting. i like making friends and getting to know people, so don’t be shy!

#noxstrix rules.

[kerasdnd]

Forced Socailizing

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The rest of the first week was about the same as Monday. The only difference was my mad dashes to other teachers to turn in homework on time. I had learned my two note takers names by Friday. The second year was Alice Rosier. She was quiet but top of her class. Her dirty blonde hair hung in perfect rings every day, was the only indication that she might be an Heir to her Family Name. The third year was Dravin Selwy. Also top of his class, Dravin took the opposite approach to the title. Dravin was loud, outgoing, and made it clear who he was. His soft blue-green eyes, however, told a different story. I, however, knew better than to ask about personal matters until knowing the person a few months. Saturday was basically a Q&A with Serveurs and McGonagall about Legimens and Animagus procedures. Sunday I was lectured none stop on both sides of the Dark Arts, which I promptly collapsed under the Willow. I was glad that within the week I was able to stop asking to come sit with her. I did always thank her for allowing me to. The second week was similar, until Thursday. It was the first years first flying lesson.

We, Slytherins, walked out onto Quidditch pitch to see two straight columns of broomsticks. I smiled and skipped over to one. It instantly jumped into my hand as I stepped up. I mounted it and drifted a few centimeters off the ground. I floated back over to the rest of the group as they walked up. No one else stepped up to the brooms. Instead, they gathered around Draco, who was boasting about his father teaching him how to fly. I drifted off into a memory about my first time on a broom. I was about five. My aunt thought it would be okay to get me a toy broom for my birthday. I was zooming around the backyard laughing and giggling. Suddenly I saw a small ball get thrown at me. I leaned up and caught it without hesitation. “Well someone’s going to be a great player when she grows up,” I heard Uncle Teddy say. I shook my head and looked around me. That would’ve happened if I hadn’t been forced into the Malfoy family. I thought. Madam Hooch walked up and we welcomed her. I laid down on my broom as the class listened to her about how to get the broom in their hand without picking it up. Then there were choruses of “Up”s around me. I was floating next to Theo. He got it in a few tries so I looked across from me. To my surprise, it was Granger and Longbottom. They seem to be getting increasingly frustrated so I called out to them, “Take a deep breath and Calm down. Brooms are like animals. They don’t like negative energy.” The Gryffindors stares at me before doing as I said. A few times later, they had it down. Everyone was instructed to mount their brooms. Then Madam Hooch came around to correct. When she got to me, she noticed I was already flying. I looked up at her from my back and raised an eyebrow. “You helped Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom?” I shrugged, replying, “Just because we’re in different Houses doesn't mean I can’t help a fellow student.” She nodded and continued on. A few moments later I heard her say Draco had been flying completely wrong his entire life. I closed my eyes as I waited to be able to actually fly.

About five minutes, I heard her whistle and someone screaming. I opened my eyes and saw Longbottom screaming as his broom took off. Before I could even move, Theo pressed his palm into my shoulder. I stopped moving and watched in silence. Longbottom finally fell and landed on the ground. Everyone rushed over to him. I flew over to Madam Hooch and asked, “Can I go get the broom?” “Go,” was the answer I received. I flipped on my broom so that I was upright and flew after the rouge broom. It had drifted over the Forbidden Forest. I grabbed it and brought back to the pitch. I saw Draco and Potter flying. I could tell they were fighting over something. The Draco threw it. Without thought, Potter bulleted after it. I landed as Draco did. After laying the brooms down I stormed over to Draco and slapped him across his face. “First of all how dare you bully someone who isn’t even here to defend himself? Don’t deny it because that’s the only reason you would’ve been in the air in the first place. Second congrats you just gave Gryffindor their seeker for the next seven years!” I growled at him before stalking off. Draco had just stood there with his hand on his cheek. Serveurs was waiting on me when I got to the Entrance Hall. He didn’t say anything, just turned around and started walking. I followed silently. My Godfather took me to the library. Holding his hand up to me, he walked in alone. I waited outside in the hall for about ten minutes before he emerged with Flint. Flint smirked down at me as I pushed myself off the wall.”Lyra this is,” Serveurs started but I cut him off, “Marcus Flint, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. For you to bring me here to talk to him means you want me on the team. I barely have the time to get all my notes and homework done and turned in on time. Not to mention the spells and potions I have to master for exams. I don’t have the time for,” I waved at Flint in frustration, “This!”

“I understand that you sit under a certain tree during your breaks each day. You seem to have time then,” Flint snapped at me. “I’m doing my bloody workload when I sit there. It focuses me and allows me to be outside. Something I haven’t been allowed in a few years. Serveurs seriously. I’m a first year that’s completely out of practice. I don’t think it’ll work,” I turned to the adult, pleading now. His face was blank and his arms were crossed. “Lyra you were flying with your back on the broom. Then when given permission you flipped while still on said broom and flew off after a rogue broom. You had the broom back to the pitch in under 30 seconds. That’s not out of practice,” he stated. Flint’s smirk fell as he heard that. “Wait you can actually do that?” The sixth-year asked. I shrugged. The two males stared at me in different levels of disbelief. Surprisingly another student came out of the library just then. “Flint, just because you don’t want to learn this doesn’t mean that you can slack off from it,” Dravin growled holding up some paperwork. With the distraction, I slipped away from the trio and went off to my next class. I placed my earbuds in, played War of Change by Thousand Foot Krutch, ignored everyone for the rest of the day. The group kept space between Draco and I since I slapped him.

Life resumed as normal after that. We went to class together. Ate meals together. Studied together. During periods that I was in other classes, I kept my head down as much as possible. Study periods were spent under the Whomping Willow. I collected the other paperwork from Alice and Dravin before dinner and made copies into corresponding notebooks after. Around the 15th of October, I got down a timetable on when to do certain classes’ homework as to not overwhelm myself. The group supported me in their own ways. Crabbe and Goyle studied with me late into the night. Pansy made sure I was up and dressed in time for breakfast. Blaise kept a steady supply of chocolate going. Theo dragged me away from school work to dance or show me something new he found. Draco would smile his rare real smile from behind a book whenever he spotted me needing a test subject and help me. The Twins were stilling bothering me whenever they saw me but I paid them no mind. I felt normal. That is until the Twins cornered me on the 20th.

“Why aren’t your scores posted?” They asked together as they pressured me into a corner in the Entrance Hall. I stood tall and shrugged, “Maybe because I don’t go to all the third year classes?” They paused and looked at each other. I took the chance and slipped passed them. Only to run into Flint, Dravin, and the rest of the Quidditch team. I groaned, “No, I’m not going to join. I don’t have the time.” Dravin held out a slip of paper while Flint smirked. “You do now,” they barked in unison. I snatched the parchment from Dravin. Lyra Lestrange is, from this moment forward, a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team. She will practice and play matches along with her other duties. A. Dumbledore I growled as I read the note. “Fine. I’m going to need a broom,” I stated crossing my arms. “Looks like Harry isn’t the only one who has skills,” I heard one of the Weasleys say from over my shoulder. I didn’t look back at them as I pushed passed the Team and went to dinner. Quidditch was then added to my schedule, taking away my what little sleep I was getting in the first place.

I woke up on Halloween at 530 am in a cold sweat. Groaning I sat up and looked up over at Pansy to make sure she was still asleep. Once I was sure she was, I got up and changed into my uniform, without my robes. I grabbed my bag as I walked out of the dorm. I jammed my earbuds in my ears and blared ‘Demons Among Angels’ so no one would bother me. It was just turning 6 am so only the Quidditch players were up and about, if only out of habit. Flint said we could have the day off. I made my way up to the Entrance Hall and out the door before I realized it. I jogged over to the Green Houses. I saw Professor Sprout tending to some of her plants so I left the 3rd year assignment on her desk. I then jogged to the Whomping Willow. I stood just out of reach once again. “I’m sorry to bother you so early but perhaps I could join you in welcoming this morning?” I asked. The branches, which were up in the air today, moved as if to say come on. I sighed and took my normal spot five feet away from the trunk. Though I’ve only had three hours of sleep, I pulled out my binders. I started transcribing the notes that were given to me yesterday into their respective notebooks while listening to Flyleaf. I lost track of time so I jumped when I heard the bell for class to be starting soon. “Bloody hell. Thank you for letting me sit with you,” I called to the Willow as I ran to Transfiguration. I slid into my seat with seconds to spare. As soon as the bell rang, McGonagall started class. By the time we went to lunch I was starving. I sat down across from Pansy while the boys made our plates. I don’t know why this tradition was put in place. It’s rather demeaning. I thought while absentmindedly reacting to Pansy.

I looked down to start eating and there was only a small salad. I looked up confused. “Why?” I asked open-endedly. “Mother wrote a letter saying that she thought you had put on a few unwanted pounds and to put you back on your diet,” Draco whispered from next to me. I bit my tongue and took a deep breath. “If that’s what Narcissa wants,” I grumbled as I started eating. I had mastered the art of finishing with everyone else with so little on my plate. However today I pushed the plate away after a few bites and stood up. “Lyra, sit down and finish eating,” Draco growled at me. “I have some questions for Professor Quirrell so if you’ll excuse me,” I stepped over the bench and started walking away. Theo grabbed my arm, “You weren’t at breakfast this morning and now you’re skipping lunch. What’s going on?”  I turned to face him and growled, “I woke up from a nightmare this morning so I spent it roaming the grounds. Now I refuse to eat something I hate simply because I don’t match Narcissa Malfoy’s vision of how an 11-year-old pureblood heir should look, even though I’ve lost weight if anything. I’m on the Quidditch Team and I’m taking three years of bloody school at once.” I heard the entire Slytherin table become silent at my outburst. I blew my bangs out of my face, pulled my arm from Theo, and turned around. I came face to face with a wall of third years. “What? Are you going to force me to sit and eat?” I asked, not in the least bit scared or confused. For all I knew they got a similar letter from their families. All of them laughed. Dravin, taking lead as always, said, “No, Lestrange. We’ve noticed the Weasley Twins had been bothering you when you came back from your,” his eyes flicked to Draco then back to me, “roaming. They are in our next class as always and we would like to escort you to all third-year classes that you have.” I was taken aback. “Of course we can’t let our Princess get pestered by some blood traders no can we? Especially when the Prince isn’t protecting her,” another third-year stated. I sighed as protested came up from behind me. “Fine. Let’s go,” I said walking out the Great Hall. Dravin threw his arm around my shoulders and walked next to me. Everyone else formed a protective circle around me.

“Here,” Dravin said softly, presenting me a PB&J sandwich. “Thank you,” I whispered as I took it and scarfed it down. “First fight amongst the Heirs it seems,” Dravin stated. I would’ve answered but I was distracted by the Silver Balled Python that was poking its head out of Dravin’s sleeve and looking at me. The snake slithered out a bit farther and flicked its tongue at me.

#the new headmaster #The Founders A New Generation #OC #writing #Draco Malfoy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #Harry Potter

[izzyovercoffee]

hey, love your meta and translations. I was wondering if you had any thoughts on a specific Mando'a word for "helpless?" (Laandur and di'kutla have different connotations to me) context: best fren gave me "you are not helpless" as an affirmation bc anxiety paralysis, and approaching things from a Mando mindset often helps me. thanks

Before I say anything else, I just wanted to say that I am truly, truly honored that my post about mental illness had such a positive impact; and I’m thankful that you and others have found it helpful.

Since receiving this ask, I’ve been giving this question a lot, a lot, of thought … and to be honest, I’m not entirely sure how to answer this—though I definitely am going to try. With respect to where this question comes from, I’m trying to come up with a few alternatives … because, I’m actually of the opinion that the word “helpless” may not actually be in the mandalorian vocabulary. 

Gently paging @kaasknot and @cassiansfuzzyjacket (and, really, anyone and everyone else who’d like to chime in for this particular topic) for input, though—because I can definitely be wrong, and more insight is always better, especially with sensitive subjects that can have many, many different perspectives and many approaches.

The way I’m looking at this, “helpless” in mando’a, at the very least, would not hold the same context or connotation that you would be using it for, ie. an affirmation of some kind. More likely, helpless would take the connotation of “exposed” or “cannot fend for one’s self,” which is wholly different from anxiety paralysis. 

That said though, there is a word that is close but not the same, and carries different layers of meaning to it that changes the phrase, or pulls it away from what would otherwise be negative within mando’a. 

solus — /sō·lo͞os/ — vulnerable, alone, each, one, individual, united, as one

It also has a verb component to it: unite, which I’m roughly guessing it to be akin to soluur or soluusar, but these are very rough and one can feasibly assume conjugation would still be solus or solu if absolutely needed.

Much in the same way that Mandalorians can and are contradictory in the very same breath—venerating gods who were once people, the ka’ra, for example—so can they be in words.

Solus, as a word, means both alone and united, one who feels solus would be simultaneously vulnerable, isolated, and yet are very much a thread woven into the fabric of a larger identity and community, fully alone and never truly alone. 

Nu solus, ni solus — [I am] not vulnerable, I [am] united — the state of being both painfully vulnerable and entirely invulnerable; of being both incomplete, and whole

So that’s one possibility you might want to try, and see if it fits or if it helps. Unison, being united, being part of something bigger — that’s the biggest draw to mandalorians, I think. The sense of community and belonging, that’s something that mandalorians absolutely embody when it comes to other mandalorians — aside from, of course, real serious ideological disputes, but that’s probably a given.

Another possibility is one I touched on in a previous post I did regarding the word k’atini. I don’t want to repeat everything in there, but ultimately the way it’s represented in the mando’a dictionary is, really, mistranslated.

K’atini — get through it, I can and will survive this

In your case, I feel that k’atini still applies, though it’s not exactly what you were looking for.

K’atini is what you say when your world is ending and you keep going. K’atini is what you say when you get your ass whooped and you stand back up. “It’s only pain [ and pain won’t stop me ]” ….

K’atini comes from atiniir, which means to endure, to put up with, to take it (like a beating). The K’ addition comes from the imperative prefix, ke’, k’ — it’s what you tack on before a word to indicate an order or a command.

When things are overwhelming, when the world is crushing you, even the barest minimum act of enduring, of surviving is an act of rebellion. Paralysis, or not, you will survive it.

…but now, now … I thought of a punny one, and I apologize in advance.

It’s gonna go under a cut for two reasons though. First reason is because I’m not entirely sure if it actually works and might choose to remove it in the future or put it in its own post, and the second because I don’t want this post to be too long on the dash.

Anyway, here is the pun:

Naast cuy Naas ures te — The Destroyer is Nothing without the title. ( Lit. [The] Destroyer is nothing without [the] ‘the’ / [The] Destroyer is “Nothing” lacking [the] “t” )

For the record, the word for the is te, literally pronounced “tay,” which is how I assume you pronounce the letter ‘t’ in mando’a, and coincidentally … if you were to add the letter t to naas, it would give you naast. 

Eh? Eh?? 

I’m laughing at my own horrible pun I’m sorry.

Also, before it’s brought up, I personally haven’t found anything that says the specific mando’a pronunciations of their letters has to match Arubesh, which is on an entirely different pronunciation system for the Basic alphabet. I maintain that the easiest way to pronounce letters in the mando’a alphabet is to keep them as close as possible, phonetically, to actual words, and both the ‘tay’ and ‘ee’ sounds are very, very common in mando’a. But anyway, I digress.

The intent is to link nothing with destroyer, to link the state of nothing, or the inability of not being able to do or act and therefore be frozen in a state of inbetween, is one very short phonetic leap to Destroyer, of whom is both a Creation Deity as well as an instigator of and a force for Change and survival. 

Or, another way of looking at it, think of it in a low moment, when you’re feeling down and out and like you don’t matter, or you have no worth, or you are nothing beyond your illness or your anxiety. It changes the meaning of “nothing,” and so instead of “I am not nothing” which while positive isn’t always enough, we can take that horrible feeling and laugh at it. “Error is a ‘t’ short of Terror.” Nothing is a t short of Destroyer. 

It’s funny because language is funny, and it’s funny because we hold ourselves to higher standards than is sometimes fair, or that we expect more of ourselves than we can possibly give, or demand of ourselves that which is unattainable—and it’s not because we’re too weak, or too helpless, or too incapable, but because it’s not something one can feasibly ask from one’s self, just as one cannot ask a fire to provide us water or make it rain. 

edit: but, it’s funny because in language, we can ask nothing to become something, we can make nothing into Destroyer, with one small t, and I, personally, think that’s funny.

This is, of course, not as serious as the previous two — it’s more tongue-in-cheek than anything, but I figured I might as well add it in case you do happen to find it useful. B’)

Anywho, hopefully these are acceptable? Or, at least, offer self-motivating inspiration, and aren’t too difficult to pronounce. 

#mando'a #mandalorians #star wars meta #Anonymous #asks.txt #izzy talks mando'a #izzy talks mandalorians #I think partially here is that while I do also experience anxiety from time to time #my fight/flight/freeze response always defaults to fight #so it's difficult sometimes for me to relate to freeze and thus difficult for me to think of affirmations in that moment #this is mostly an apology or explanation in the event these dont work for you #im sorry if they dont #I hope this helps; if not please let me know and I'll work on it #mental health

[scaplivingtogether]

Seven Crimes and Punishments- Living Together: Time

Chapter 6

Time It has been an hour and a half the sinners returned to the flat within the box, Allen was walking up the stairs to one of the bedrooms upstairs, he opened one of the doors which lead to the women's room, Nemesis was laying on her bed and throwing darts at a photo of her dad with crudely drawn devil horns, a goatee, and a mustache on a dart board. "Hey Allen." Nemesis said emotionlessly. "Hello, I'm just checking to see how your doing." Allen said. "I'm fine." She threw another dart. "Are you sure? It's about your Mother, right?" She stopped, "...Sort of, like it's hard to believe that someone you knew is a HER. Especially when you have been raised by one." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Nah It's fine, I'll be Ok." She threw another dart. "One question though: If Mother's a HER, does that make me one too?" "Well the only thing Malicious about you is that you use [Punishment], mainly because you were possessed, and since your Father's a human, I find that unlikely...then again I'm not so sure, Sickle doesn't tell me everything." "...I understand." "Alright, I'll see you later." He shut the door and left Nemesis to her business, He went into the men's bedroom next and found Gallerian lying in his bed on his side with his cloak draped over him like a blanket, three hand sized ice cream cartons can be seen on the ground and on his bed, and so is the half empty bottle of Yatski Lopera wine with a glass that's supposed to be used for brandy. Apparently Gallerian has been binge eating and drinking to ease his troubled mind, Allen wasn't sure if he was asleep or not...but it's best not to bother him. "What do you want?" Gallerian slurred, not looking at the boy. "Just wanting to see if your OK." Allen answered. "I'm fine, now leave me be." He said as he slowly grabbed the wine glass and began to drink the rest of it straight from the bottle, not bothering to use the brandy glass anymore. "There's no need to sound negative." He slowly left the room, leaving the judge to rest, then he stopped to ask: "Are you upset because of Ma?" "GO AWAY!" He threw the now empty brandy glass at him, Allen dodged it and it hit the wall, shattering it. Gallerian then laid back down to sleep more. "Yeaaaaaah I'll come back later." Was Allen's only reply as he left sheepishly.

~Downstairs~

Margarita was sitting on the couch, repairing her damaged roses from earlier. "They look pretty damaged Margarita." Kayo said while tailoring a piece of clothing. "It's fine, they can easily be replaced." Margarita said with a sweet smile, she saw Allen coming down the stairs. "How are they Allen?" "Nemesis is doing fine I supposed but Gallerian seems to be torn up about Ma being an HER." "Knowing how much Gallerian has put so much trust into the woman, I'm not too surprised if the truth were to kill him from the inside, he was called the "lonely man" after all." Sateriasis said quietly. "Though what does surprised me is that he should've known that from the fact she left him for dead during the time of his death, not trying to defend him or anything, I'm just saying." "Well until they cool down, we're gonna leave those two alone." Allen resorted. "I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyy." Banica whined. "You just had lunch!" Riliane exclaimed. "Why do you think I committed Gluttony for!?" "Oh my Levia! Here eat this orange it will keep you still until Lucifer gives us food." Riliane said as she threw her orange to the Epicurean and she started nomming on it. "Your hunger is never satisfied." Sateriasis curtly replied. "You have no idea." Banica said. "Oh dear, do we have anymore fabric?" Kayo asked. "Yeah they should be in the attic." Allen said. "Thank you." Kayo stood up and went up stairs to the attic. "All done!" Margarita said holding up her Greeonian Plateau Roses, she went to the kitchen to put them in a vase, "These make beautiful house decorations." "They match your eyes very well, Doll." Sateriasis said looking at her with sly eyes. "Duke, no." Riliane said in disgust, hitting Sateriasis in the back of his head. "Ow! It was just a small complement, Princess." "That's how it starts, then the next thing you know ther-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She was cut off when she heard a scream along with a sound of something that crashed. Allen went up stairs and climbed that ladder up to the attic, and found that Kayo was under the boxes filled with fabrics. "Really?" "It was an accident I swear." "It's fine." Allen then proceed to move the stuff off of her, "Are you hurt Kayo?" "Ow, a little." Kayo point at the wound on her knee, it seems to be a scrape. "We'll fix that." Allen said. After he got all that stuff off of her, they went down from the attic and went to the bathroom to clean her wound. "Sit down." He said and Kayo sat on the toilet lid. Allen got the first aid kit and rubbing alcohol. "This will sting a little." He warned her as he applies rubbing alcohol on her knee. "OW!" Kayo let out a pain yelp. "Sorry, how did all that stuff fall on you then?" "I was pulling some fabrics and it fell." "I don't wanna sound rude, but if there's some stuff that is stuck, ask for assistance." Allen then puts a large bandage on her knee. "There, just don't mess with it then it'll be better." "Thank you, child." She kissed his forehead and Allen blushed at the response he received. "Y-y-your welcome." He covered his own face, trying to cover his blush. ~One hour later, in the garden~ Margarita was working on her Garden again, this time she added not just the roses but violets, tulips, chrysanthemums, and Spring Onions. She wipes the sweat off her face after she put in that last greonian plateau rose, she saw something glowing in the window of the girls room. "What's Nemesis doing up there?" Margarita said to herself. She walked inside, forgetting about her tools. "Hey Margarita, what are you doing?" Banica asked, she was sitting at the table eating tissues. "I saw something coming out of our bedroom window." "Allen said not to bother Nemesis for a while." "I know but I want to know." "Alright, but at least let me tag along." And with that, Margarita and Banica walked up stairs to see that there's anything going on, they saw lights flickering under the door, Banica looks through the keyhole and found that Nemesis is doing something to a box. "Is she building [Punishment] in there?" Banica whispered. "I thought it was destroyed." "Let me see." Margarita whispered to, she looked, she saw that Nemesis putting down her tools and pressed the button on the box and placed it on the ground. The box grew and grew until it stopped, Nemesis then put some sort of pad on it with shiny buttons on it. "It's a machine." "What kind?" "I don't know." "Let me see." She moved Margarita and saw the device. "What in the world is that thing?" "Maybe we should tell Allen about this." "I think you-OOF!" Margarita fell with Banica, the door was opened and standing before them was Nemesis. "Could you be any louder at whispering?" Nemesis sneered at them. "What are you building in there?" Margarita asked. "Well I guess I'll tell you guys, since I was looking for a test subject for it anyways, come in." The two girls we're confused but decided to do what she says. "Close the door." Banica did what she said. "This is a time machine." She answered. "When did you have this?" Banica asked. "I had it since I was a Dictator of Elphegort, my team made but I denied it for [Punishment] because It's stupid." "Why would you use it now?" "I thought I try to pervent my death from the boy within [Punishment]." "But you never died, have you?" Banica thought to herself. "But before I can be sure it's safe, I need a test subject to see if it works, I got a return pad to help one of you get back, who would like to go first?" "I will." Banica said. "You sure?" Margarita asked. "I've seen time change before my eyes as a demon, I can handle going back in time." "Very well, take this return pad and step in." She handed Banica the return the pad, the Epicurean walked inside the machine and closed the door. "Alright let's see if this thing works." Nemesis walks towards the machine and began turning the knobs randomly that seems to control time. "This is going to be a test run...ready?" "Yep." "Here we go." She presses the button, a light is shown inside the machine until it disappeared, Margarita looked inside the machine's window. "She's gone!" She exclaimed in surprise. "Ha! It worked, my only question is: What time did she go to?" "This is your first time using it?" "Yes, like I said I denied it during my time as Dictator so this is a first, luckily my scientists made a return pad to take Banica back here." "What if it doesn't work?" "Uuuuum." Nemesis never really thought of that till now. Just then, Banica dashed through the machine's door onto the wall and kicked the door closed. "There you are, where did you go?" Nemesis asked. "No clue, but I feel like I wasn't even in the 3rd Period anymore." Banica answered while wiping the sweat off her face. "And I brought back a souvenir." She held out her hand of the said souvenir; it was a giant egg, it was two sizes bigger than a goose egg. "That's a big egg, how did you get it?" Margarita asked, she then heard banging noises in the machine. Margarita checked the machine's window and saw nothing...until something broke the window with loud shrieking noises and snapping jaws. Margarita let out a huge scream when it lunged at her, but thankfully she was saved by the locked doors that keeps the lizard like creature at bay. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "What the hell is all that screaming?!" The person on the other side of the door said in a irritated voice, it was Gallerian, he must have been disturbed from his nap when the sleep princess screamed, he sounded as if he was hungover due to drinking. He opened the door. "Can't you see I'm trying to sle-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he fell on his rear with a thud and a horrid look on his face as the creature shrieked at him. "WHAT IS THAT MONSTROSITY!?" "Is everything ok?" The next voice asked, it was Allen. He entered. "I heard screami-OH MY GOD, A VELOCIRAPTOR!" "SOMEONE KILL IT!" Gallerian yelled in fear as the others came up stairs, they're just as surprised and scared to see the creature trying to break out of the time machine for some apparent reason. "Wait! What is a Veloc-whatchamacallit?" Nemesis asked while holding onto Margarita for dear life. Allen began to clear his throat to regain composer. "A Velociraptor, mostly shortened to Raptor is a meat-eating dinosaur from the First Period's Late Cretaceous era." He answered. "But the real question is: HOW DID YOU BRING A TIME MACHINE IN HERE!?" "I stuffed it in my bra, no one goes there." GROWLS The dinosaur was getting irritated, but what's the reason? Allen moved the egg Banica stole, it's head followed it, left and right. "You stole one of it's eggs?" Allen said, glaring at the Epicurean. "I thought I can make myself some prehistoric scrambled eggs." Banica said. "We'll be dead if we don't give it back." He takes it from her. "Awwww." "Here you go Ma'am." Allen presented the egg to the giant reptile, it took it with it's teeth and sunk back into the machine, disappearing back into it's time. "Now, tell me what do you plan to do with that machine, Nemesis?" "If I told you then you would destroy it." Nemesis puffed. "Nemesis!" "Fine! I'm trying to prevent my death from when I destroyed hell." "STUPID BITCH!" Allen yelled angrily. "THANK YOU!" Gallerian said. "Stay out of this, Marlon! and as for you, Nemesis, you can't do that, you're gonna mess up the present." "Does it matter? We're already dead." "Please, don't do it!" "Do you even know what I've been through, kid!?" As they continued arguing, Sateriasis thought of what he heard from Nemesis. He looked at the machine and began to think some more, he then realized that it could benefit his chance to regain what he lost. Sateriasis quietly strolled by and started messing with the machine's dials. Confused at first due to being inexperienced with technology, but he found what he was looking for. He pressed the start button and got into the machine. It was then that Allen saw the machine lit up. "HEY! SATERIASIS! STOP!" Allen called out as he tried getting Sateriasis, but it was too late, he's gone back to his past. "DAMN IT!" He slammed his fist on the machine's doors. "Why would he do this?" Riliane asked. "I don't know what go into him...Unless." He looked on the date on the dial and realizes what day to was with a horrified look on his face. "Oh no." "What?" "He went back to the day of his assassination." "Seriously!?" "He must've went back to stop Karchess Crim." "Hold on a second." Banica said. "Isn't his Karchess the ancestor of Gallerian and Nemesis?" "Oh no..." "EEEEECK!" Margarita shrieked. "NEMESIS YOUR ARM!" Margarita pointed at her arm which was slowly disintegrating into nothingness, Nemesis began to panic in horror as she tried to stop herself from disintegrating. "If I'm not mistaken, Sateriasis may or may not have offed Karchess to prevent his own death, thus Gallerian and Nemesis are more likely disappear from existence." "WHAT!?" Gallerian called out in horror as his arms are disintegrating. "NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO-!" he vanished, leaving only his locket behind, containing a picture of his late daughter Michelle. "ALLE-" Nemesis had disappeared before she could finish her sentence. "NOOOOO!" Kayo exclaimed. "This is bad, if Sateriasis won, then Gallerian and Nemesis will never existed, Mikulia will die in his harem instead of the brothel so Margarita will still exist." "Is that so bad?" Margarita asked. "Banica will pretty much live in a life of poverty instead of nobility." "Crap." Banica said, now wearing a tattered pale red frock dress, her hair also seemed messy and her cheek bones are more prominent, indicating her supposed starvation at this point. "Riliane will not know who Kyle Marlon is because he'll never exist. "Who's Kyle?" Riliane asked, losing his memory of him. "Exactly, and Kayo will probably live in the Evillious region instead of Jakoku, and will still have her black hair. "ACK!" Kayo gasped after discovering that she's back in her old body and wearing a modern business suit that's colored redish-violet. "He's getting his butt kicked for this despicable crime." She growled. "WE HAVE TO STOP SATI!" Margarita squeaked. "Right, we'll set the machine to a few minutes before and stop him." Allen said while rewinding a few minutes on the machine. "Banica, I'm gonna need some muscle so you're coming with me." Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Yard Everything in the in the Heavenly Yard acted out as normal as can be, Sickle was in the rice fields, cutting them for his personal harvest. He began feeling a breeze rolling by, it didn't surprised the sun god so he continued to cultivate. However, he stopped when he heard thunder in the distance, the breeze also started to get stronger than it usually does. "What's going on?" He questioned himself. Just then clouds started showing up out of nowhere and are turning into a very dark red. He then heard screaming from the Champs-Élysées, a garden where good, virtuous spirits live. "Huh?!" He ran over there and found that a bunch of spirits were disappearing from the face of existence and getting attacked by lightning. "WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" He yelled in confusion and fear. "Mr. Sickle! Mr. Sickle!" Out of nowhere, Clarith, a young Netsuma woman came running while trying to avoid the lightning. "Mr. Held just found out that Nemesis snucked in a device and Sateriasis is the cause of this chaos!" "What device?" "He said something about a time machine?" "WHAT!? ARE THEY MAD!? THAT'LL RIP THE SPACE TIME CONTINUUM APART!" They ducked when a lighting bolt nearly hit them, cause Clairth to scream while both of them went falling into a crouching position and covering their ears, their hair was also standing on end due to the static. "Sa-Sa-Sa-Sateriasis was the one who went into the past, Nemesis and her father disappeared after he did!" She said still shaking from almost being hit. "That means one of us gods is going to have to go back to the past and undo the damages he's caused!" "Who can though?!" Clarith asked. "Hm hm hm, you two should figure it out by now." Said a new voice, "they" sounded harsh but sweet, "they" came from not a demon, but another god, a god wearing a maid's dress with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. "After all, I've been looking forward into meet those humans ever since the end times." "What do you have in mind, Behemo?" Sickle asked, Behemo smirked at the result while holding in his hand is a small gold and green device with a red button on it.

EC 137, a few minutes in the past Allen and Banica appeared in a purple hallway vast and empty. "Where could he be?" Allen asked. "I can assume he be in the basement with his women and my Ancestor." Banica said, recounting the existence of her great grandmother, Maylis Beelzenia. "Alright." they walked down the hall until they found a door that leads to the parlor of the Duke's manor, Allen began feeling all over the place for a secret door, floor, wall, portraits, and bookcase. "Where is a switch when you need it?" He groaned. "Found it!" Banica called out, taken out a book titled "Garden of Eden" and the book case opens up to which shows a fleet of stairs leading down to the basement. "Smart Duke." "But not smart enough to know the consequences of killing off people's ancestors." Allen groaned. "Ladies first." Banica went downstairs first with Allen following behind until they reached a door to the basement, Allen looked inside and saw the duke relaxing in his chair and conversing with his women, Allen kicked the door open thus startling Venomania and his Harem, Allen walked up to him. "Well hello Al-" Before Sateriasis could finish his sentence, Allen punched him hard in the face, causing the girls to gasp in surprise and busting the Duke's lip. "Ugh, How bloody rude, boy!" "Rude? RUDE!? OUR FUTURE IS CHANGING BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU EVEN KILLED OFF KARCHESS!" Allen yelled at him in his face. "Killed him? Don't be silly." "Then how do you explain this?" He held out Gallerian's locket with his late daughter on it. "He and his daughter disappeared leaving only this behind!" "No that's impossible, I knew I can't let those two disappear so I let the poor bastard live...in the dungeon, hm hm hm." "Did he starved?" Banica asked. "No, I gave him some food a few minutes ago, water and bread." "Then I supposed he committed suicide via Grim the End?" "I took away the key, I'm gonna let him live there until he's completely broken to even care about killing me anymore, let his lover visit him so she could bare his child, which will soon lead to Nemesis and Gallerian, everything will be OK." "That's both cynical and sadistic, you're gonna be in trouble for this." Allen said. "Well I can't change it now, my new path has been set, and I can continue my madness, hm hm hm." He snickered wickedly. Allen just about to punch him again when suddenly, they heared a loud noise coming from the basement, and a man screaming. "What is Karchess doing in there?" Sateriasis then marched off into the dungeon with Allen and Banica close behind, they went into the dungeon and saw a young woman with white hair, dressed in black coming out of the door, it was I.R. And judging by the blood covering her body, something went horribly wrong in the basement. "NO!" Allen yelled, he pushed the woman aside to look inside the room, he was horrified and disgusted by the site he sees, he turns to the others and says quietly with a look of horror:"...He's dead." "...What have you done...?" Venomania said quietly at first, then he yelled: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" "What have I done? I was looking for that key and he told me he doesn't have it." "I needed him alive!" "Well too bad, his dead body can make a good scratching post for my cat body." Sateriasis was entirely enraged by what his former partner did, so much that he pounced on the witch and began attacking her, Banica tried breaking the two up, only for something red to scratch her face. "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THIS CAT'S ATTACKING MEEEEEEEEE!" Banica screamed in pain as the red cat scratched her viciously. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE GET IT OOOOFF!" Allen tried getting it off but was scratched as well. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Allen screamed in pain. Just then a bright light appeared, freezing everyone and everything in place, the only thing, no, only one moving is a god, Behemo holding the gold and green box with a red button on top from earlier, he walked to the people in the dungeon and casually start removing the cat off of Allen's injured face. "We shall not have any of that, thank you." Behemo said calmly as he threw the red cat away, making a surprised cat sound. "Now to put everything back to where it belongs." He started pushing on the dials on the box before pressing the button on top. Then in a blink of an eye, everything started going backwards from what just occurred to back to the women's bedroom, everything's seems to be in right order. "Voila!" "My body! It's back!" Kayo said happily twirling in her kimono, Margarita clapped in happiness. "Hey! I'm in my dress again!" Banica said, once again on her trademark red dress. Riliane was seen in the background cuddling a plush doll resembling Kyle Marlon, and kissing it. "But what about..." Behemo covered her mouth again. "Look." He points at the spot in the room, suddenly, glowing blue and green particles started to form a circle in that spot, the sinners watched in awe as the particles formed into two bodies, Nemesis and Gallerian have returned to their existence once again, on their knees while holding onto one another. "Welcome back you two." He greeted the two sinners. "Huh?" Nemesis perked up. "We're alive?" Gallerian asked. The two then looked at each other, the two realized they're holding onto someone they hate, they pushed each other away in disgust. "Ahhh Family love." Behemo teased. "Just like me and Levia." "So what was that device you used?" Allen asked the cross dressing god. "That, my friend is a reset button, it resets the events back to a half hour at a time and change it before things get out of hand, I reset it back to before Sateriasis got into the machine, now the only thing I have to do now is this." Behemo took a large mallet from under his dress and proceeds to break the controls to the time machine. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Nemesis called out while Margarita and Kayo held her back, she continues to watch in horror as Behemo dismantles her government's work. "There, now no one gets to go back in time." He puts the mallet away. "Now as for the Duke, punishment must be made for almost destroying the timeline." "It's about time." Gallerian said holding up a long cane. "What about me? I brought the machine." Nemesis said nervously. "Hm, I may have something for you, on the other hand though you disappearing and watching me destroy your machine is punishment enough for you, sooooo." Behemo finished while dragging the Duke by his ankles. "NononononononononononoNONONONONONONONONONO!" Sateriaiss chanted repeatedly in fear as he clawed on the ground. "Can I join?" Kayo asked, she seemed pissed about the change earlier. "If you want to, the more the merrier." Kayo nodded and grabbed out her eastern scissors. Soon he, Gallerian, and Kayo left to punish Sateriasis for his stupidity. "For a cross-dresser, he sure knows how to handle people like Sati." Riliane said. "Yeah." Allen said, he then glared at Nemesis and flicked her forehead before saying: "Nemesis, you're a stupid bitch, and for that, you're under probation for a month." END CHAPTER        

#evillious chronicles #fanfiction #Seven Crimes and Punishments #chapter with illustration #book 1 #chapter 6

[ripplestitchskein]

so ive only seen some of your posts recently but every time I do I think 'damn im really glad someone else in the fandom feels the way I do' bc im 100% on the same page as you. I mean i love CS but haven't been excited by the show or them really as much since probably 5a maybe? I'm sorry if people have been shitting on you just because your feelings about a show change (bc the show has gone so downhill) but please know there are people like me who appreciate you and agree with you x

THIS is exactly why I will keep posting them my dear. These kind of messages make me so happy because I know I’m not just bringing down my followers posting my feelings, there are a few who feel the same way and having that validated by seeing it shared is so important.

I’ve seen a lot of stuff flying past my dash the past few days and the thing that seems to be missing from some of the counter-negativity arguments is this idea that the only thing the Negative Nancy’s are contributing, all they ever contribute is negativity and it’s somehow bringing the entire fandom down.

That’s flawed for several reasons.

One - everything I post is properly tagged so those who follow me and don’t wish to see it can filter it out.

Two - I never post negativity in the main tags unless Im not paying attention and tag it Captain Swan on reflex and then I delete the tag when I notice. So for someone to see it they have to be following me, not blocking negativity tags, or specifically following negativity tags. In which case the burden of being brought down by negative feelings comes down to your dash management, not the person posting it. They don’t need you to criticize their opinions when they didn’t post them on the main public forum. They posted them for their followers, they posted them in their tags (which are the Tumblr version of a safe space whether you like that term or not).

Yes, Tumblr is a public social media platform, and by posting things on here you open yourself up to criticism, but it also has a system in place to make ensure it is safe for you to post and for those who don’t want to see it to avoid it.

What is does NOT have is a good group messaging or group sub space to vent these feelings to only certain people. And it kind of defeats the purpose of the platform to do so. It’s a BLOGGING platform not a Facebook wall or a Google Chat group. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding of what Tumblr is on their part.

Three - I have posted far more non negative or flaily posts on here than I ever post negative. That’s just numbers (which I will provide later when I have time to use the API to get them). This idea that negative posters are just sitting here hate watching and post constant bombardments of criticism is patently false. It’s usually a cycle: information comes out I dislike, I share my feelings usually in one post or a few consecutive ones as new thoughts happen, and then I respond to a few (not nearly all) messages that came in from those posts.

Then I get over it, because I had a place to vent, and I start posting as usual.

Four - only fans should be subjected to this “you posted publicly you open yourself up to criticism” not the creators or writers. The show is on broadcast television. It doesn’t get more public than that really.

And in the times I have reached out to the writers it’s always on a post where they asked for fans to do so, or in response to something they posted. I have veered from polite critique to angry critique in a few of them, that’s probably not the best behavior, but it is what it is and I let my emotions get the best of me. I own it, I’m fine with it, if nothing else it shows a commitment to the show and the material.

I also feel like I have praised them enough that when they suddenly abandon the things that made me love the show I should also tell them what I hate.

In my view, which people are fine to disagree with, it’s not entitlement. It’s expressing concern over a change in a consumer product. If the manufacturer of my foundation changes the formula after years and years of it being awesome to something terrible I’m going to write a review to tell them. I’m going to see what I can do to get them to go back to what they WERE doing because that worked for me, the consumer of said product. Whether the new formulation works for other people is irrelevant to ME and my money and my time. And it is my money with this show, I have spent a lot on merchandise and spent even more of my time. I’ve given them free advertisement and supported articles written about them and that’s not nothing, thats how television viewership works. Viewers promote what they love and put down what they hate and stop watching if it gets unbearable.

The show isn’t unbearable yet. Emma and Killian are still alive and they keep making statements it’ll get better. That’s how advertising works.

I don’t write to ask them to change it to my version of the show, I write to ask them to go back to the show I fell in love with.

So yeah. That's my view. I love that it helps you and others and I will keep being me.

#ouat negativity #fandom wank #lovely shipmates

[speaknowslut13]

Dearest Lauren!

I had a message partway typed up this morning and then I had to sprint after my landlord (who I’ve been trying to track down for like six weeks about renewing my lease) and by the time I got that sorted out, tumblr had refreshed, so back to the drawing board!

I love your photos, thank you so much for sharing them! 💖 your wedding dress is gorgeous and you both look so happy 🥺 I also love your husband’s teal shirt and the flower choices! The sea looks so beautiful, ugh I miss her! 😫

That’s a really tough situation to be in with the brother in law, I’m sorry you had to go through that! It’s so important to do the things that are right for *you* though and it sounds like getting married when you did was the right choice, despite the bil. Would you ever want to do like a vow renewal ceremony at some point to have that celebration or is that something that matters to you anymore?

I’m sorry to hear about your father in law and your grandmother. Expecting a difficult thing never makes it easier when it happens. I hope the project is bringing you peace and that it’s been something nice to do with your mom! My gram is not doing well lately, we recently found out that her cancer returned, so that’s been really hard because I’m not able to see her. My sister visits a lot though so we video chat often.

I can definitely appreciate that! Family is tricky as it is, let alone when extended family gets brought into it. When I was in my teens and really not getting along with my parents (for a variety of reasons lol) my best friends mom told me to “avoid optional trauma,” so I really try to be deliberate and have firm boundaries with my interactions with a lot of my family.

I love your poem! “And I watched my heart be sold” is such a pretty line. Tell me more about the folklore musical 👀👀👀 that’s a very intriguing idea to me.

Okay cool! I personally prefer puzzle games, and I never really got into Pokémon, but I have a bunch of friends who play. What’s your favorite character?

Vancouver is totally cool! I adore the PNW and I love coast so much. Plus it’s close to Seattle, which is easily my favorite US city. Lots of cool museums and cool music!

Understandable! I’m hoping that some of the things we’ve seen appear throughout the pandemic, like zoom, asynchronous classes, and open note/book tests will remain more of the norm so that people who can’t be in a traditional classroom setting can still access an education. Though sitting in front of a computer all day does have its drawbacks too 😅 the fashion design program sounds super interesting, what kind of classes did you take for it?

I mean I don’t think that acknowledging and honoring the hard stuff and the struggles takes away from the good stuff and it definitely doesn’t make you ungrateful because bad stuff is just a fact of life sometimes.

I also have a bunch of plants! 🪴 my collection makes me so happy and makes the place feel so nice. (I also named them all last year during the lockdown lmfao, do your plants have names?)

It’s crazy to me to watch everything happening in the US, because stuff is still very strict here, like we’re required to wear FFP2 masks and restaurants only recently reopened for in person dining, and you can only go if you show your vaccine card or a negative test. Testing is super easy and free here, I’ve been tested almost every other day since like January when we resumed partial in person teaching. I really feel for all the little ones this year, it was horrible for my students (who are high schoolers), I can’t imagine what it’s like for the under 10s! But I agree, health & safety is the most important thing, even if it’s difficult. Ugh. Hoping that more people in the US get vaccinated and that the vaccine becomes more accessible around the rest of the world too.

Do you have a comfort movie? I’m particularly attached to Coraline and the Labyrinth with David Bowie haha.

Have you heard Lorde’s new song yet?? It’s all over my dash but I haven’t found an audio yet. I’m so excited!! Halsey would definitely be amazing, and I’m super stoked because I got my chemical romance tickets today for their tour next summer!!

Hope you’ve been having an amazing week! Xoxo 💖 Drew

Hey Drew!

I wrote that poem after a situation I was in that made me feel powerless. So that’s actually my favorite line, too. I had to write a villanelle structured poem for a class and I chose that subject. I don’t know anymore how accurate to the format it is, but it’s still one of my better pieces.

Someday, Chase and I would love to do a vow renewal. We originally wanted to do one on our five year mark. We are aiming for ten, though. I’ve also just accepted that it may not ever happen. There aren’t many people in my life I’d invite. Mostly immediate family and our best friends. I don’t associate with any extended family that’s still living anymore. We will see what happens, though.

I’m sorry your Gram isn’t well. I’ve seen too many of my loved ones struggle with cancer. It’s a viscous disease. So, I will be sending out love and strength to you and your family.

I’m a charmander girl, generally. I love doing puzzle type games too. Although, I can get a little too hyper fixated on them, so I don’t play puzzle games too often.

I named my succulents, too. They are: Belinda, Amadeus, Steve, And Mimi. I have another one I haven’t named yet. No name has really stuck yet.

I like Solar Power! I heard it yesterday. It’s got this great 60’s vibe. It’s more quiet than I was expecting but still so upbeat.

One of my favorite movies is the Princess Bride. It’s quotable and sweet.

Folklore the Musical was an idea I had when I was listening to the album one day. Even though the songs aren’t all interconnected, they can be. They can tell this story of love lost and found. It was a silly idea that I shared.

The fashion program was a lot of art and design classes. You had to take basics like color theory. We also had to take some business and marketing classes. The latter half of the degree was mostly illustration and construction. Construction included things like pattern making. By the end of the program you would have a collection and portfolio you had to present. I was halfway through it when I got pregnant. I was just starting to get into pattern making and illustration. I was excited to take some of the more advanced technique classes and specialty classes. It was easy for me but a lot of work. My pregnancy was not smooth sailing, and like I said my health took a nose dive. I tried to come back after my pregnancy but my health wasn’t stable enough to handle it. Then the school closed. So now I’m stuck with debt and no degree 🤷‍♀️. Sucks but oh well.

I never asked, but what are your pronouns? I was telling Chase about my new friend and I realized I didn’t know them. If you don’t want to share, that’s fine too! Mine are she/her, though.

I hope you got your lease all sorted out! And I hope your week has been going well. ❤️

#themodrenreplies #inthaf anon

[alohastatearts]

Congratulations, Em!

Your application for CHASE CLARINGTON (Nick Robinson) has been ACCEPTED! Please check our orientation list and submit your account within 24 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Your preferred name: Em. Age: 28. Preferred Pronouns: They/Them. Timezone: CST. Activity Level (1-10): Depends on the dash, but 7/10 on days off. Probably more 4/10 on days I work because I won’t be able to get on until late at night. Triggers: rfp Anything else we should know? I hope I didn’t miss a rules password, as I read through it twice, haha. Let me know if I did!

IN-CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Name: Chase Clarington. Face Claim: Nick Robinson. Age/Birthday: 20, June 8th. Preferred Pronouns: Trans male. He/him. Sexuality: Demisexual/panromantic. Hometown: Honolulu, Hawaii. Ships: /Chemistry. Anti-Ships: /No Chemistry.

Three Positive Traits: Loyal, cheerful, generous. Three Negative Traits:  Shy, blunt, insecure.

UNIVERSITY

Field of Study: Fine Arts. Possible secondary subject(s): Digital Arts. Duration at ASSA: Sophomore.

BIOGRAPHY

Please provide a short biography/background of your character (2+ paragraphs) using the following questions as a guide:

Chase was born in Honolulu, Hawaii as Willow Clarington. As a child, he went to an all-girls school, Emma Willard Academy, but never really fit in. The other girls were always running around and giggling, talking about clothes and their barbies and how they wanted to marry a prince when they grew up. Willow, on the other hand, just wanted to play with the boys at the neighboring all-boys school, Damien’s Memorial School, commonly being found trying to get in the middle of their soccer games and, quite frankly, being a lot better at the sport than they were.

When Chase was thirteen, he asked his parents if he could go to the same school as his brother, Hunter. They were not understanding when Chase said that he didn’t feel like a girl and didn’t want to be Willow anymore. They forced Chase to remain as Willow and remain at the Academy. Of course, Chase refused to respond to the name Willow, and refused to allow anyone to use feminine pronouns when referring to him. This caused a lot of bullying, and soon Chase realized it was just in his best interest to try and stay out of the limelight. He was safer from ridicule and bullying when he stayed in the shadows. But still being forced to wear a skirt as part of his uniform, and still attending an all-girls school messed with his mental health. He self harmed in attempt to battle his depression, always in secret and always where no one would notice. This didn’t help much in gym class, however, changing in front of the girls and teachers. Once the school had taken notice of what he was doing to himself, his parents were notified.

Realizing that their “daughter” couldn’t stay at that school – not without ruining their good name – the Claringtons sent Chase to live with his mother’s sister, Linda, and her husband, Robert – or Bob, as Chase referred to him. They were less well off, but more accepting of Chase. For the first time, he was actually happy. His aunt and uncle referred to him with the correct pronouns and name, and the public school they sent him to also had accepting teachers and students. Chase ended up getting himself onto the boys’ soccer team, and was one of their star players.

While soccer was something that helped him feel good about himself, Chase was always a fan of drawing and painting. When he was at the Academy, just being by himself in a dark corner, sketching to his heart’s content was something that brought him great peace. It helped him not feel so alone in a world where he felt like everyone was out to get him. So when deciding on a school, Aloha State School of Arts was his first choice. He no longer had the funding from his parents, who had outright disowned him, but was able to apply for student loans. He wasn’t awarded any grants or allowed to receive financial aid because of his parents’ financial standing, but the debt in the future is worth it all to him. Currently, Chase just want to get his degree and go on to open his own gallery. He’s quite talented with a canvas, and he knows that if he sticks to his dream, it’ll come true one day – with or without help from his parents.

When Chase turned eighteen, with the help of his aunt and uncle, he was able to start testosterone therapy. He’s had top surgery to get his breasts removed, and he’s looking more like a born-male every day. He’s very happy with his appearance so far, but he has opted not to get bottom surgery yet. He believes there isn’t enough advancement and gives out poor results. But because of his choice to keep his bottom half untouched, he’s also a virgin. It’s just not a part of himself that he wishes to share with anyone else yet.

Chase is very close to his older brother, and always has been. He knows that Hunter has made mistakes, but looks up to him more than anyone else. He views Hunter as the cool alpha male, and Chase is awkward and weird in comparison. He wants to be more like his brother, but can’t find it in himself to even attempt to find the self-confidence that he believes Hunter’s personality oozes.

When he heard about his mother sleeping with the father of the Fabray family, Chase couldn’t care less. His parents were always at the back of his mind, and he spares them very little thought anymore. He believes it’s because of them that his self-confidence is so low, and that he’s afraid to tell anyone about being transgender. He does feel a certain pity towards Quinn Fabray, however, but never knows exactly how to bring up the subject with her, or if he even should.

ENTRANCE ESSAYS

Please provide a writing sample (At least two paragraphs in-character, please). In lieu of a writing sample, you may link to any written para of any previous RP blog):

(Previous para starter from basically the same character, from the blog this is submitted from!)

It was becoming quite apparent to the oldest Xavier sibling that he just couldn’t quite stay still. First he was talking to Gavin, and then to Silas, and then he just found himself wandering around the basement for a while. It seemed to ease his anxiety about being around so many people that he had yet to ever meet – strangers made him uncomfortable and made his pulse race from nerves. So being trapped with a bunch of his neighbors that he never interacted with before the hurricane hit? Well, he wasn’t doing so well. He was pretty sure he was kind of doing okay at hiding that fact from everyone else, and talking to his brother for that short while even made him slightly more comfortable with the situation.

However, that comfort didn’t last long, especially when he became more tired but was afraid of falling asleep around people he didn’t know. It just didn’t feel safe to him. Maybe he needed to have a talk with his therapist about that, but for the moment he was stuck feeling like anything could happen. It wasn’t the hurricane that worried him, it was the thought of the unknown things that other people could do instead. What if one of them were secretly a murderer? The rest would be shit out of fucking luck.

Being in his tired state, Cody wasn’t exactly watching where he was going anymore. He was wandering around aimlessly, trying to go through his two published books word for word in his head. For some reason, it was calming for him. That was, until, he tripped over the legs of someone who just seemed to need to sit down for a while. In attempt to catch himself, he ended up swinging his hand out to grasp onto something – which just happened to be the man’s face. It didn’t help any, and Cody fell to the ground anyways… he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Eyes wide and cheeks red, he glanced at the guy – why were there so many gorgeous people living in his apartment building – and swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry. Oh my god, I’m such a klutz. Is your face okay? Your legs? Fuck, I – I wasn’t watching where I was going and it’s a little cramped down here but it was totally my fault, I really should have been paying attention instead of dreaming off into LaLa Land. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”

#accepted #Chase Clarington #mentions of self harm tw