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frostedfaves · 2 years

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Stay the Night

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda came to Westview for a fresh start, but meeting someone new brings back old habits.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, magical mental manipulation (courtesy of Wanda), a bit of forced submission, implied masturbation and sex toy mention, other insinuated things (no questions please 🤠), kidnapping and blood mention, WandaVision AU that completely disregards Endgame to give WandaNat a real happy ending

A/N: it’s been literal months since the last time I posted anything, but I was determined to at least get this first part out eventually even if I only had 3 followers left. no idea what I’m doing going forward because so much has changed with me that I’m not even sure what I want to write, I just know I want to. anyway here’s the ask that inspired this

“Where are you headed, love?”

Wanda stops with her hand on the doorknob, the other gripping the handle of a can of paint with a brush resting on top. She carefully turns so as not to drop the unsecured item and acknowledges her wife from across the room.

“I’m going to fix the paint I chipped, Natalia.”

“You mean you aren’t going to wave your magic wand this time?” Natasha’s eyes are narrowed but her playful smile gives her away. “I never knew you were such a handywoman.”

“As if you’re so surprised about what my hands can do.”

The front door is closed behind Wanda, muffling whatever comeback Natasha was beginning to make, and she makes her way over to the corner of the house that didn’t match the rest. With careful strokes, the damaged area is covered in a brilliant shade of red, glistening in the sun as it begins to dry. She’s just about to head in when she hears a voice she doesn’t recognize followed by her neighbor’s door slamming closed and footsteps. Wandering across the lawn to get a better look, she notices a young woman sitting on the porch wearing shorts that are very similar to her overalls and a loose T-shirt with extra fabric that gets trapped between her stomach and thigh when she bends over to fix her shoe.

“Hey.”

You look up from your seat on the porch and notice a woman with reddish-orange hair studying you with hands slightly stained red resting on the fence. Her eyes glance between you and her hands and she quickly catches on, removing them with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Sorry, I’m an artist…if you count repairing a scuffed wall as art.”

“Let’s see.” You stand and look over at the spot she was working on. “Yeah, I’d pay to see it in a museum.”

Her laugh causes you to grin as you approach her from the other side of the fence, placing your own hands just an inch or two from where hers used to be as you introduce yourself.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Wanda.” She makes a movement to shake your hand and quickly changes her mind when she catches sight of her own again. “I’m not usually this forgetful, dear. Anyway, I was wondering if you were new to the neighborhood. I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Technically, although I don’t live here. My friend just moved in and I thought I’d visit her now that she’s all set.” You lean in just a bit closer and slightly lower your voice. “She wouldn’t even let me take off work until she had every room unpacked and organized. I made a joke that she wanted to set up her sex dungeon first so I wouldn’t accidentally find any of her tools and she didn’t like it very much.”

“She probably shouldn’t come to our house then,” Wanda teases but your brows raise slightly.

“Our?”

“Yes, I live with my wife. Actually, we haven’t met your friend either. Would the two of you like to come over for dinner later? We’d love to welcome her to the neighborhood properly.”

“I think I can talk her into it.” You turn toward the house when you hear your name called through a cracked window and quickly face Wanda again. “I have to go but I’ll–we’ll–see you tonight?”

“Anytime after 7 works for us. I might go a bit overboard but I promise it won’t be anything fancy. You could even wear pajamas if you want,” she offers and you laugh.

“Be careful or I might take you up on that. Okay, see you then!” You disappear into the house again with an enthusiastic wave as Wanda supervises before heading into her own home to share the news with her loving partner.

“So you invited this anonymous new neighbor and her friend over for dinner…tonight?” Natasha repeats and Wanda nods in response. “May I ask why you suddenly want two strangers in our home?”

“One of the strangers is really cute,” Wanda pouts as she grabs Natasha’s hands, allowing herself to be led over to the sink to have the paint washed off her skin.

“Meaning?”

“New pet,” she admits, growing nervous when Natasha freezes mid scrub.

“No.”

“But Nat–”

“Don’t ‘but Nat’ me, Wanda,” the redhead mocks as she continues scrubbing. “I let you try this already and it didn’t work.”

“I think you’ll like her too.”

“I doubt it.”

“But what if she’s really good? Really obedient? I heard you like that.”

“How can you be so sure? I’ve never experienced it.”

“Rude.” Wanda lightly nudges her away with her hip and reaches for the paper towels. “I’m just saying…don’t let one bad apple ruin the bunch or whatever that saying is. Don’t you think it’d be fun to have something new to play with?”

“I’m assuming you’ve already given her a test run then.”

“Not yet.” Wanda returns to Natasha’s side with a paper towel for her hands and drops her head onto her shoulder. “I figured you might want to help me.”

You ring the doorbell at exactly 7:01, hoping Sheri will take your subtle but constant movements as nerves and not excitement to see Wanda again. You had no idea what her wife was like or if she’d even like you, then again you barely knew Wanda either. What you were hoping to get out of this gathering was also still a mystery.

“You’re here! Welcome to our home!” Wanda greets you cheerily as she opens the door and you go to respond with the same level of excitement, instead driving an elbow into Sheri’s side when you notice her staring at the older pair.

“Sorry…No one told me I was having dinner with two Avengers.”

“Technically we’re not Avengers anymore,” a woman replies behind Wanda and she steps aside to reveal her wife, you’re assuming. “Natasha, but I’m guessing you knew that already.”

“So why did you leave the team?” Sheri inquires as she follows Natasha to the dining room and Wanda closes the door behind her, and you don’t miss the way she subtly guides you for a second with a gentle hand on your back.

“I don’t know. Something about half the world disappearing for five years really just…”

“...wears you out?” Wanda suggests as she pulls your chair out for you and Natasha shakes her head.

“I was going to say it makes me want to isolate myself from everything and everyone I’ve ever known, but yes, that too.” She takes a seat and begins pouring wine into a glass. “I wanted to go a bit further than New Jersey, but I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed my time here.”

“Do you mind telling me more about this place?” you ask once Wanda is done serving everyone and takes a seat across from you. “If it sounds good, maybe I’ll move too.”

You were partially joking but something about Wanda’s eyes suddenly brightening and even Natasha’s sudden interest in your statement made you want to consider the possibility.

“What would you like to know?”

Two hours later, the room is filled with laughter in response to the latest joke passed around the table. Dinner was even more enjoyable than you imagined it could be, the four of you talking nonstop between bites of food. The atmosphere was so energetic that you were genuinely surprised when Sheri yawned and stood up suddenly.

“I just want to say that I’ve had so much fun over here and I’m so glad you were the first neighbors I met. I hope you won’t be mad if I head home now, though.”

“So soon?” you pout and she sighs.

“I know, but I’m exhausted from all the preparation I did before you came. You’re welcome to stay here though, if you both don’t mind,” she adds with a glance at the hosts, and they both grin.

“Of course we don’t mind!” Natasha speaks up before Wanda can, rising to a stance as well. “After all, we did promise her a movie night. Who says that can’t be tonight?”

“We’re also still in the process of convincing her to move,” Wanda adds.

“Okay, well…You know where the spare is but if you forget, my ringer will be on.”

You all exchange goodbyes with Sheri while Natasha walks her out, even making sure she’s inside before returning to the table. Wanda waves off your attempt to help her clear the table in the meantime and Natasha takes a seat next to you.

“So…how about that movie?”

“Sure! I just have to run to the bathroom and then we can start.”

“No, you can wait.” You raise your brows with a laugh that’s cut short when her hand on your thigh stops you from getting up. “If you think I’m joking, you’re wrong. You’ll go when we say so. Got it?”

After a couple seconds you silently nod. She clears her throat and you almost immediately realize what she wants from you.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

A shiver travels down your spine as her fingertips lightly drag across your thigh before she stands, offering the same hand to you which you accept instantly. She leads you into a different room with a couch sitting in front of a projector aimed at the only wall that’s completely empty. Wanda appears a minute later with glasses of water and a blanket that she spreads across your laps once she’s settled. After the projector is set up, each woman scoots closer and rests her head against her hand, elbows pressed into the couch behind you as the movie is played.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed since the movie started, but at some point you notice your bathroom need has become a little more urgent. One of your legs begins to bounce under the blanket and shortly after, Wanda grabs your chin and turns your head toward her, pushing the rim of a glass to your lips.

“Open,” she quietly commands and you obey, reluctantly swallowing the water she carefully pours in. “Good girl.”

The water only touches the halfway mark of the glass now but you feel twice as full. Your attention strays from the movie as your leg bounces even faster now, and you’re practically holding back whimpers with the effort of trying not to piss your pants on the couch. It’s almost to the point where you think that might be your only option when Natasha leans just a bit closer to whisper in your ear.

“Go. You have our permission.”

Wanda throws the blanket aside before you can try to unscramble your thoughts to figure out how to do so yourself, and you follow the path you remember Sheri taking earlier in the night down the hall to the bathroom. You finally sit down and let out a sigh of relief that turns into a gasp when you feel a bit of cum slipping out of you as well. This is a sudden development that you don’t think you have the time or clarity to explore.

Instead, you return to the couch to finish the movie, releasing a very real yawn as the credits roll that prompts the two older women to call it a night. Natasha begins to clean up as Wanda walks you home, that same guiding hand resting on your back the whole way there.

“Thank you so much for coming over tonight, lovely,” she speaks quietly in the still air of the night, a warm smile appearing under the porch light. “Promise to come back soon?”

“Of course,” you answer pretty quickly, surprising yourself. “Although I don’t want to just abandon Sheri. She’s the whole reason I’m here.”

“She’s welcome too, sweet girl. We loved her company as well.” Wanda squeezes your hand and places her palm on your cheek for just a moment, admiring the way you lean into her before she pulls away. “Now get inside and rest for me, please.”

“Okay, I will. Goodnight, Wanda.”

You grab the spare key from its hiding spot and let yourself in, locking the door behind you and watching through one of the front windows as Wanda makes her way back home. Sheri’s loud snores are easily heard over whatever show she fell asleep on, and you carefully close her bedroom door to muffle the sound a bit as you make your way to your room. After changing into something more suitable for bed and grabbing your favorite toy from your suitcase, you turn on your own TV and settle under the covers with thoughts of your temporary neighbors helping you get off.

“You were gone so long I thought you tucked her in for the night,” Natasha greets Wanda as she comes in, and she laughs.

“Not yet, but we’ll get there.” Wanda approaches Natasha slowly and places her hands on her shoulders, taking her time until she can lock their fingers together. “I’ve never known you to be jealous before.”

“Well I did want a bit more time with her but she can’t be rushed. You’re right; she seems very sweet and…obedient.”

“Does that mean we can keep her?” Wanda blinks rapidly with a little pout and cheers when Natasha nods. “You won’t regret it, I promise. We’re going to train her so well.”

“I’m guessing that means you already have a plan to get her to stay.”

The next morning, you head into the bathroom to shower and go through your whole routine while replaying last night in your head. You finally resurface once you’re fully dressed, genuinely surprised when Sheri isn’t plating breakfast or waiting with her car keys in hand to go pick something up.

“Sher-bear, you’re the early riser in our duo,” you tease as you head toward her bedroom. “And you’re always hungry in the morning so why aren’t you–”

You cut yourself off with a gasp as you open her door, met with the startling scene of glass covering her twisted bedsheets, knocked in from the broken window. What scares you even more is the couple of spots on the carpet stained with either smeared or drops of blood. You run back to your room and grab your phone to call the police, deciding you’ll feel safer doing so in the presence of two Avengers. You’re banging frantically on their front door in less than a minute, not caring how crazy you look with tears streaming down your cheeks and staining your sleeve as you attempt to wipe them away.

“Sweet girl, what’s going on?” Wanda immediately questions as she pulls you through the doorway, giving a quick look outside before locking the door behind you. “Are you alright? Where’s Sheri?”

“She’s gone,” you begin sobbing at the mention of your best friend’s name.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Natasha inquires while entering the room, placing her hands on your shoulders as Wanda rubs your back in an attempt to calm you. “What did you see?”

“I think someone broke in and kidnapped her. The window was smashed in and there was blood on the carpet and a few things knocked over too. I was going to call the police but I thought I should come here first in case someone was still there.”

“You did the right thing by coming to us, love.” Natasha walks out of the room for a second and returns with a gun in hand. “I’ll be right back. Don’t let anyone in while I’m gone.”

“Are you sure I shouldn’t come with you?” Wanda offers, though her arm is wrapped around your shoulders now.

“No, I’ll be fine. She needs protection here in case there is still a lingering threat.”

“Be careful.” Wanda locks the door behind her, adjusting her robe as she returns to you and you can’t help glancing once at her partially covered bare chest. “Come on, let’s get you some tea to calm your nerves a bit.”

Natasha hides her weapon until she’s inside Sheri’s home, approaching her bedroom and assessing it for a moment from the doorway before closing it up again. She pulls on a pair of gloves and unlocks the basement door, heading down the stairs and silently approaching the soundproofed room.

Sheri’s head is leaning back against the same wall that the chair she’s in is resting on, her arms and legs tied to it, eyes and ears covered and mouth gagged. Natasha quickly pours a glass of water and watches a pill dissolve into it before approaching Sheri. She carefully removes the gag and forces her jaw open with a gloved hand, using the water to muffle her panicked cries and shushing her when she chokes slightly.

“We’re gonna need you to stay quiet for just a little bit longer if this is going to work.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wandanat x reader #frosty's dark!fics #frosty's smut

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qat-fort · 1 year

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The Tale Of Brainpulp, the Defender and Madman of Stinkfinger

So, I've been working on a volcano fort called Stinkfinger, and a dwarf named Sazir has been the most interesting dwarf there with 0 doubt in my mind. I don't have any images of when he originally migrated to Stinkfinger, but here's what he looks like now:

He migrated to Stinkfinger in the year 102, where he was immediately drafted into the army, which at the time was only 3 dwarves. He excelled at this, and before he even became a Expert Macedwarf, he managed to single handedly stop a goblin attack, almost entirely by himself.

I decided that he deserved to become leader of the militia after this. Granted, it was a very small raid (only 4 or 5 goblins), but considering that my other 2 mace dwarves didn't even contribute in the battle, I figured it was a fair promotion. He served me well as Stinkfinger grew, until a goblin raid in the year 103 had resulted in him having motor and sensory nerve damage so severe he could no longer walk, not even with a crutch. I didn't want to take him off the now royal guard because he was technically one of my most knowledgeable dwarves, so I had to settle with demoting him. He couldn't walk and had to crawl around on the ground, but he could at least pass on what he knew about the art of the mace to new recruits. Understandably, this major injury was upsetting to him.

Despite this, he still worked and trained hard, and actually became a Grandmaster Macedwarf, which was his dream! (sort of)

After he achieved his dream, he became sort of lost and didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. This plus the already large mental toll of his injuries, and the trauma that came with those injuries, overwhelmed him, and he started to show signs of madness by the year 107. He'd crawl around the halls, babbling nonsense. At this point I knew I had to do something, so I I checked his needs and his top need was that he wanted to make something. So I decided that I'd make a room just for him to make some rock crafts as a pass time. It seemed to of worked, somewhat, and after getting a few more Grandmaster mace dwarves, i figured it was for the best for him to retire. I ordered him to return his gear in the and to live a life of making rock figures so he could artistically work through his trauma.

Sazir thought this was a stupid idea, and expressed this by throwing a tantrum and giving a bard a DIY LOBOTOMY WITH HIS FUCKING FIST.

Despite committing this crime in broad daylight, no civilians reported this crime to the royal guard. Why? I have no clue. If I had to guess they didn't want Sazir to come for them next for snitching. I was upset by this, but since nobody reported him, I couldn't have him convicted. I could of done some cheesing to get him unofficially jailed, but I wanted to see how this would play out. I donned the nickname of "Brainpulp" to Sazir. Now a season or so later, Brainpulp did strike again, killing the exact same way he had before. This time however, someone reported it. Just as I was about to have him arrested however:

The largest goblin siege we've ever had came upon us. After deliberating, I decided it was fate that they had arrived when they did. Sazir could die doing the same thing that had made him so important; defending Stinkfinger. The goblins wanted to have parley, so they didn't mind waiting for Sazir to crawl around the fort to gather up his old equipment. I stationed him across from the goblin horde, alone. He would go down in a blaze of glory, gore, and goblins.

I thought that would be the end for Sazir Brainpulp, but he did the last thing i expected.

He ran.

He had literally nothing left to live for.

He had achieved his dreams, watched Stinkfinger grow from being a hole in the ground to the capital of our dwarven civilization, and had trained a fine royal guard. I figured the reason he had become so angry and hateful was because he was succumbing to the madness of having no real purpose anymore. I thought he knew that his stone crafts were simply a thing i told him to do as a way to distract him from that fact. I thought he was killing people because he was tricking himself into believing those dwarves were a threat to our home, much like the original siege goblins he had fought years prior to now. So I decided to give him one last final purpose and that was to sacrifice himself for the glory of our fortress.

I thought this was what he wanted.

I was wrong.

He crawled all the way back up the mountain to the entrance to Stinkfinger, and despite having clear orders to attack those goblins, he crawled deep into the fort, as far away as he could from the goblins marching upon us.

Fortunately, with our trained royal guard of macedwarves, we made quick work of this attack, despite it being the largest yet. When the last goblin had fallen, I checked to see where Sazir was, and he was sleeping in his room. Hiding from a honorable death.

He didn't want to retire and live out his days making stone crafts, and he didn't want to sacrifice himself in battle for our fort. So I'm not sure what he wanted. But whatever it was I couldn't provide it to him. The only thing I provided was a conviction. I convicted him for the murder of the dwarf he had killed earlier, and i ALSO convicted him of a artifact that someone else had stolen. There was no way we would ever catch the person who had done that particular crime, it was a cold case, so I figured that would be a substitute for the crime that is his cowardice.

So now lets fast forward to now, year 108. Brainpulp, now known as the local mad man, is still in his cell. You can usually hear him babbling if you happen to walk past near the doorway to the dungeon. At some point, in a fit of rage, he ripped all his clothes off and is now completely naked. His days are a cycle of insanity, brief gratuity when the poor carpenter Zuglar comes to gives him some water, then spiraling back into insanity.

Aside from Zuglar the only person he even remembers anymore is Rakust, one of his old students. Even that memory is hazy though, Sazir doesn't even remember what he looks like. The only other person Sazir claims to know aside from those two dwarves is god.

The once proud macedwarf is a hollow shell of what he once was, deteriorating after after being in confinement for so long. His prior injuries have become infected, no doubt after the poor bastard tore out his stiches.

His voice is raspy and hoarse after screaming about repentance for days on end, and his eyes have sunken into their sockets after months of guilt.

Despite his crimes and cowardice, I was starting to feel remorse for Sazir. Sazir as this fellow dwarves knew him had died in that cell ages ago, leaving behind something that could only be described as feral. I decided to see when his sentence was up, surely it would be soon, right? It had almost been a year, a i've never seen dwarve be jailed much longer than a year even for the harshest of crimes.

I checked his convition sheet and was stunned to see this:

Legally, he should of been let out ages ago most likely. Nobody has done it though. I guess the dwarves of Stinkfinger have come to fear Brainpulp, and have decided that he wouldn't be safe to release. I can't say I disagree with that.

Normally this is where his story ends, however when I built my dungeon, I built it in a very special way. I built it above a pool of magma, with levers hooked up to the grates outside of the cells. If for some reason i desired, I could pull the lever to a specific cell and have the convict in that cell killed instantly in the burning magma.

I could put him out of his misery. I'm not sure if I will yet, because theres the chance that, someday, one of my dwarves will free him, and he can leave Stinkfinger and try to find purpose for his broken life. If something important happens to Sazir, I'll be sure to let you guys know.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this little mini story from my fort. If this proves to be popular I may do more of these.

#dwarf fortress #DF #dwarf fortress steam #dwarf fortress stories #qatfortshorts

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realfakesmiles · 2 months

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an update based on event things and tumblr being a butt, please see below the cut for the updates and new wanted plots:

TUMBLR:

-- in terms of tumblr, i'm not getting notifs for some of my ims on here and it's getting a little frustrating lol. i'm not ignoring anyone, i want to write and plot with everyone here, but tumblr not notifying me of some of my messages is making that difficult lol. i'm officially setting my plotting preference to discord, my username is plumboss. please add me there! i'm in another tumblr rp as well and bounce between accounts, but am always signed in on discord since i use it for gaming and irl messaging too, you'll almost always be able to catch me there.

EVENT UPDATES:

-- character update! yeongja no longer has her lightning bending thanks to the trip to the spirit world. this is gonna mess her up mentally. she worked really hard to gain that ability and spent years trying to master it (did not master it but she was getting good) so it feels as though all of that work has gone down the drain and a part of her is now permanently gone. however, she did gain some abilities in return; dragon dreams and an acute sense of foreboding. she will play these abilities close to the chest and only tell select people she trusts about them, though the sense of foreboding will be more apparent. essentially, she's going to be losing her marbles for a bit trying to sort out all of these changes that have happened within her, and this change in mental state is going to be reflected in her appearance. she's no longer going to be polished like she normally is. she's going to be getting more in tune with her religious / spiritual side so her appearance will be less kept and more free. i'll post a reference i found here (the art is not mine and belongs to the artist who has the image watermarked):

the colours will be more vibrantly red and gold with black, but i envision her looking like this now. notably the loose hair, loose clothing, more skin showing, it all reflects how free she is becoming. still has aspects of a warrior though, as she always will be a warrior.

yeongja is also quite injured, she broke her arm pretty badly upon return the to material plane, and she is covered in deep bruises and also possesses a scar across her left thigh where she hit the water when she fell out of the sky in her prompt. i imagine she washed up ashore with all of these injuries and was found and brought to the infirmary this way. she's been stitched up but she does have scarring, with some of the bruises being actual marks that won't go away either. her thigh, forearm, back and shoulder on the left side all have permanent marks and scarring from this, making her 'damaged goods' in her own mind. some of her grace is going to be discarded because of this, and my hope for her is that she embrace her powers and her spiritual side and eventually become a much calmer person (with a few screws loose). she will definitely struggle along the way, though.

PLOTS:

-- someone to hound yeongja to take it easy while her injuries heal. she came back to the material plane a week after the banquet and is taking a full month to rest at dragonstone before returning to her post. someone she knows from the royal guard who either came to see her at dragonstone or is on her case when she comes back to hari bulkan to let her arm recover (as it is the most severe of her injuries) would be great.

-- someone, could be anyone yeongja is close enough with, to try to keep her from going full on coo coo for cocoa puffs over losing her lightning bending. she will incessantly try to get her bending back but it's been permanently lost. despite this she will still try to get it back short of nothing, she will spar no efforts in trying to get this ability back and will put herself in danger, injure herself and/or reopen old wounds from her return to the spirit world. she will go to life threatening lengths to try to get it back and someone being there to stop her would be nice - this could also lead to a romantic plot of some kind given circumstance, prior relationship and chemistry.

-- someone who discovers her lightning bending is gone and taunts her for it. this should be someone she has a pre-established negative connection with, or someone who has always been careful / wary around her. she is perceivably weaker now without her lightning, so it could paint an opportunity to rub it in her face (deserved tbh she's a pos).

-- a research buddy as she begins to delve into her dragon dream abilities. she needs to find as much information on this ability as she can so she can try to develop and harness it (not really possible given ooc directives from the prompt but she will try ic regardless if i know ooc she will fail). this plot will also focus on her dealing with the anxiety and slight unhinged nature the sense of foreboding ability gives her. she'll be spending this time getting in touch with her spirit and trying to calm herself as a person to handle the anxiety her foreboding brings her. someone to coach her through this would be great.

-- someone who pities her based on everything she has now gone through and the state that it has left her in. this will be angsty to the max because she does not crave pity, nor will she respond to it well. she has never desired to be a pitiful character and receiving pity will be a huge blow to her. not fake pity to taunt her, genuine pity. this requires a character that would actually feel sorry for her.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

house yi

chanyul - her twin brother and other half, favorable close relationship, would burn down the world for him

yuri - cousins that should've been sisters, looks up to her and admires her, seeks her approval and is incredibly loyal to her

suho - plotting in progress

house zhao

jian - does not like him, nor he her, they do not get along but her mothers are attempting to match them together for a potential betrothal. she is begrudgingly spending time with him, both to make her mothers happy and to seek yuri's approval (who favors political marriages over love marriages)

jiyu - favorable opinion of him, they're able to have decent conversations together, maintains a positive relationship due to his connections with her brother

meilin - vile rivals, do not like each other at all, challenge each other on every level including martial prowess

keran - close friends, childhood friends, relationship is complicated by politics but there is a genuine love and regard there for her despite their differences

house yue

wanning - doesn't know her too well, plans to keep her close due to a dragon dream involving her family's weaponry

house hino

rei - plotting in progress

house choi

geonwoo - work together, plotting in progress

aera - plotting in progress, looks to be a favorable relationship with its quirks

house seok

sarang - yeong picks on her and bullies her since she was an easy target in adolescence due to her emotional nature, and yeong continues to pick on her to this day

hyeju - banters and challenges her in nasty, antagonistic ways

taesung - plotting in progress

house ito

suguru - favorable opinion, yeongja lets her hair down so to speak around him due to his outlook on humanity. chooses to spend her time with him where she can because she feels comfortable with him. they also work together so they see each other a lot. lets her true thoughts fly free with him in private. general opinion of them is that they look good together since they're seen spending time together at public events often.

#ooc update ✧₊⁺#plots ✧₊⁺#yeongja✧₊⁺

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mistaah-j · 9 days

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🃏Biography. The Joker🃏

Most of this is made up by the mun— do not steal or reblog as I’ve put a lot of thought into this. Also do not copy this layout.

Basic info:

Real name: Jack Oswald White— but this information has never been disclosed to anyone else so only he knows his real name.

Preferred alias:

Joker.

Mister. J.

John Doe.

Age: 31 years old.

Birthday: Born October 31st.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Nationality: American.

Born in: Gotham City, United States.

Currently residing in: Gotham City, United States.

Morality: Chaotic evil.

Occupation: Full time menace to society/Self proclaimed King of Gotham City.

🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏

Appearance:

Height: 1.8m / 5’11”

Weight: 76 kg/ 12 stone.

Hair: Neon Green/Brunette before the acid incident.

Eyes: Bright blue.

Tattoos: Joker has a range of tattoos from head to toe. Most resemble his alter ego. From jesters to playing cards and toothy smiles, his skin is decorated like tapestry with the art. His favourite tattoo of all is the ‘Damaged’ on his forehead as it best describes his mental state of mind. He plans to get more, possibly something that could be used to mock Batman with because why not~? He just loves to rile the caped crusader up.

Piercings: The only piercings Joker currently has are his ear piercings and a tongue piercing. He much prefers tattoos but will likely get more anyway in the future.

Scars: Due to many battles and run ins with Batman over the years, Joker has sustained many injuries much like his archnemesis. Scars litter his pale skin, some jagged and deep and some faded. Luckily his tattoos cover the worst of them— partly the reason he got them to begin with.

Other: Thanks to a rather intense fight with Batman before being escorted to Arkham Asylum, Joker’s regular front teeth were brutally smashed out and had to be replaced with silver caps— thus why his mouth takes on a more metallic look.

Faceclaim: Jared Leto.

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Family/Friends:

Mother: Sophia White.

Status: Unknown.

Relationship: Joker doesn’t remember much about his time spent in his mother’s care. At the age of seven, he was placed into an orphanage due to his parents not wanting him anymore, though he briefly recalls his mother’s hand combing through his hair one last time before she turned on her heel and made a swift exit from his life— a strange display of affection for somebody who so easily gave up on him. The true reason as to why she gave him up remains unclear, but the abandonment has stuck with him more than he likes to admit. He can’t help but to wonder though.. was there a part of Sophia that regretted leaving her son behind?

Father: Damien White.

Status: Unknown.

Relationship: Much like his mother, not much is recalled about his relationship with his father. All he remembers is that his father used to shout a lot and smack his mother around when she stood up to him. Perhaps the reason he was put into care? Joker doesn’t know, but he no longer possesses the quality to care about why exactly they’re no longer around.

Siblings: He’s an only child as far as he knows. Given the fact that he doesn’t know his family at all though, it’s a possibility that he could have siblings somewhere out there.

Spouse: N/A. (Depending on the verse, I usually ship him with Harley Quinn and have a few plot ideas if anyone is interested. Bruce Wayne is also an option too as an enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits plot.)

Kids: N/A. (Again, depends on the verse.)

Pets: He once owned a pet Hyena called Chuckles, but it was quickly confiscated and sent off to a zoo when Joker was apprehended by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum.

Friends: Joker doesn’t consider many people his friends, but his closest companions are Harley Quinn, Jonny Frost and of course he’ll claim Batman to be his best friend even though Batman loathes the bones of him.

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Other:

Personality traits/Characteristics: Narcissistic, sarcastic, witty, cruel, unpredictable, brazen, overconfident, wild, crude, apathetic, heartless, clever, impatient, impulsive, aggressive, cynical, enigmatic, obnoxious, possessive, envious, greedy, menacing, loud, immature, twisted, wicked, evil, mischievous, irritable, selfish, boastful, excitable, assertive, demented.

MBTI Type: ENTP. He’s an extrovert who is creative and loves a good plan. However, he’s easily distracted by new possibilities and can often stray away from his original plans to pursue another manic idea. He’ll do anything to achieve his goals even despite the resistance from others he knows he’ll be met with.

Any mental illness: Joker suffers from schizophrenia— psychotic disorder which often results in random bursts of violent outbreaks and excessive delusions, hallucinations included. His mind is often muddled with wild fantasies that can only be described as insane and no amount of therapy has been able to provide him relief. Past therapists at Arkham Asylum conclude that he may be bordering on dissociative identity disorder too.

Weapons: Depending on his mood, Joker uses a range of weapons from handguns to bombs and melee weapons.. but his absolute favourite of them all is his trusty submachine gun. Nothing gives him a thrill quite like letting those bullets fly all while laughing hysterically about it.

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Backstory:

A rough childhood behind him, Jack was born into an abusive household and exposed to violence at a young age. With his father mercilessly beating him and his mother almost every night in an alcohol induced rage, it’s no surprise that his morals were corrupted from the get-go. However, he wasn’t around his father long enough for him to be a major influence in his life when his mother decided enough was enough.

Waiting for her husband to consume enough alcohol for him to pass out, Jack’s mother wasted no time in driving her son to the nearest orphanage and after a whispered ‘you’ll be safe here’ and a quick kiss to his forehead, she disappeared off into the night never to be seen or heard of again.

Growing up, Jack always knew he was different to the other kids in care. He wasn’t interested in what they were interested in, dolls and action figures only doing so much to appease his tormented little mind. Instead, Jack found himself fascinated with crime and death which quickly caused concern for staff at the orphanage when told time and time again about his morbid curiosity. To say the least, staff often found themselves uneasy around him, especially when he started to display symptoms of early schizophrenia— the exact same symptoms that deterred any potential foster parents away from adopting him.

By the time he reached eighteen and with no success of a foster family, Jack was released as a young adult into the world— and that’s where his life of crime began. Quickly getting in with the wrong crowd after a club brawl gone wrong, Jack joined one of Gotham’s many notorious gangs of thugs where he quickly began to climb the hierarchy. For the first time in his life, Jack felt as though he had a purpose. Like he had a life worth living with people who understood him. But all of that came crashing down within the blink of an eye.

One stormy evening, Jack found himself on the end of a drug bust when Batman intercepted the deal. Him being the supplier, he was chased through the streets of Gotham until a promising escape route beckoned him in the form of a chemical factory. Little did he know this is where his life would take a drastic turn.

On the cusp of escaping, it wasn’t until Batman took a swoop at him from the top floor did he lose his footing and take a tumble into a burning container of acid that quickly burned and bleached his skin a sickly white, lips stained red and chemically altering his hair to a neon green once he finally emerged after almost drowning. It was that exact same acid that drove him further down the road of insanity. Pronounced dead by Batman, he’d once again been left behind.

Following that night Jack became obsessed with Batman and swore revenge, and in the following years he adopted his alter ego— becoming well known and greatly feared as ‘The Joker’ thanks to his unique appearance which oddly resembled that of a clown.

From bank heists to mass murder and destruction across the city, it didn’t take long for Batman to find him once again and many altercations with him later, Joker unfortunately landed himself a one way ticket to Arkham Asylum after a particularly lethal fight with the masked hero. Therapy sessions were made a mockery of, and Joker only laughed at anyone who attempted to help him, only requesting to speak to Batman. This resulted in him being doomed to spend most of his twenties confined by white cushioned walls and restrained in a snug straitjacket for everyone’s safety— including his own.

**MORE TO BE ADDED**

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these-are-the-first-steps · 3 months

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This is radically off-topic, but I wanted to share an observance that perhaps hasn't become reality for some of you yet, but maybe the forewarning will help you in the long run.

One of my favorite singers of all time died very suddenly virtually on stage this past october. He was quite young, considering, at 57, and there was no explanation for it other than Fate snappings its fingers to take him away (it was a sudden brain hemorrhage).

This man, at the heigh of his youth, was, I would argue, one of the most beautiful people to have ever graced this Earth. He was gorgeous. His eyes could stop an entire room in its tracks. While inside he seemed quite shy and retiring, he seemed to not help stepping into a space like he commanded it. When he left us, he was still beautiful- no question- but Time, of course, is obliged to do its damage and he was no exception. Truly, none of us are.

My father spent my childhood reminding me that growing older is a privilege not everybody gets, because the alternative to "not growing up" is being dead. Of course, he's right.

After we lost the singer I loved so much, I've spent a lot of time considering beauty, age, entropy, and death. I have thought about who might be next, and how hard it would hit me- would it be just as awful as losing *him*? Or could it be even worse somehow?

My singer's death was sudden, and getting the news straight from an old friend in Tokyo before I even got out of bed was simultaneously like being hit by a truck and having a comforting balm immediately applied. I wonder now if those who go like that, fade away suddenly in a couple of hours, gain the privilege of preemptively comforting others from the other side once the news gets out. This was my impression anyway.

But others we love from afar, be they other musicians or actors or who knows what, are less likely to exit this world so abruptly. My singer once walked this earth as a living, breathing work of art-made-flesh, and while he lived long enough to wilt just enough under time's heavy burden, we did not have to watch him truly grow old. We, as people far removed who loved him no matter the year, were spared that mental dissonance, but the price was his life.

And so I have spent moments revisiting others I have loved since I was in school. The time has not even been that terribly great, in the grand scheme of things, but I have realized that the effects are inescapable. Not just on them, but also for myself. I look into the latest and rare ungarded photo of another I have loved so dearly and see the same wilting- another who walked and looked like a god and whose beauty we relished and appreciated for the living art he is. And I see the signs. It's around his eyes. The uptick of his mouth. And then I look in the mirror at myself, and I see, despite being so much younger, the same early hints of the price of living start to feather and touch my own body.

God willing he will make it to a far advanced age, but the price is losing human art. He will fade, and all we will have are photographs. But at least we will have photographs!!! What do I have for myself? Very little, if I am honest. I think about this sometimes, and wonder if it's too late.

Obviously looks are not the sum of a person, of course they aren't, and **this is not a post arguing that they are**. But they are the calling card and outward identity by which we recognize and interact with and cling to each other. For good or ill. We all walk this planet as unique pieces of art, and we all have individuals whose artistry we particularly love the most. In essence, that is what this post is about- admiration- and coming to the stark realization that, unlike paintings hanging in a museum, the living works of art we love have an expiration date. For myself, I have come to realize that facing the cognative dissonance of the Change is a jarring experience. Especially when it comes to musicians, we tend to cling to them during our worst times, especially as teenagers. They become Fixed Points in our psyches, and to suddenly become confronted with same-but-not-the-same, and god forbid death.....is this what becoming An Adult(tm) means? Not just having to watch what we love fade before our eyes but to also realize, like being thrown into a pool of ice water, that we are next? And that Time and Entropy have already begun to tee us up for our quickly approaching turn?

And so, as we began to love each other from a distance, god willing we will now age into the abyss together from a distance. I have often wondered if the truly elderly are sometimes happy for their turn to go because it at least means they can be reunited, one way or another, with those they also saw as dazzling paragons at their height who have since faded and gone.

This post is not particularly happy and likely comes off as a bit dark, but this is all to say, with my whole chest--- enjoy the era and the times you find yourself in. Enjoy and cherish and go see with your own two eyes the artists and others you love, now, here, as they currently are, while they are, in your mind, perfect. Time does not stop nor tarry for any of us, so you should not either. Don't wait to be with and look with admiration on others- or be too embarrassed to, either, for that matter- because this moment is so short, and soon this time will have passed and will be just a fond memory that you may wonder one day, just as I have done lately, where the ones you loved have gone. And perhaps you will also, like me, scream and cry and curl your fist at the ruthlessness of a universe that forces all of us into the same room together just so we can watch each other grow old and eventually die.

I wrote a short story once, after my grandfather passed ten years ago, about how life was essentially one big waiting room, not dissimilar to a doctor's office. There are toys to play with, magazines to read, sights to see outside of the window, but eventually the nurse will come in, call your name, and you will exit. I suppose I would add to this motif now the advice to don't forget to look around yourself either. Speak to the person sitting next to you. Admire the child and grandmother alike playing on the other side of the room. Tell the cute guy watching them you think he's hot- you'll likely never encounter him again so why not? Or who knows- maybe it'll go somewhere. After all, we are all stuck in this waiting room together. It may seem initially dull, but don't waste this chance. Admire everything with your whole being. This moment will not come again.

#philosophy #thoughts #long post #i just had to mull this over somewhere and put it onto paper #cherish yourselves as you are now because it will not recur- I need you all to understand this and not squander it #because I have squandered- whether through fear or sorrow or worry or threat #it is hard to overcome these things and Truly Live but we must try

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Kevin!! (sorry if this is a lot lol)

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IT’S NOT A LOT, DON’T WORRY 🥹💖 THANK YOU AGAIN

Some images of Kevin. Credit to Naylissah and Wervty for the picrews.

TW for mentions of child abuse under the cut (it’s not described in detail)

🩹 Does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

Kevin’s eyesight is incredibly poor ever since his mother’s abuse. His eyes are permanently scarred and damaged, though Vesely’s doctors have tried their best to fix it. He has to wear protective goggles and glasses because bright lights give him aggressive headaches.

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Kevin jokingly flirts with his friends, but he also has a small crush on Will that he won’t act on because he knows that boy is shy to affection and already likes someone else.

The reason Kevin dyes the tips of his hair hot pink is so he doesn’t look at himself in the mirror and see his mother.

He drinks a ton of coffee, mostly iced, because he has insomnia from his fear of waking up in his old house.

🔺 Does your oc know how to use any weapons?

He mostly uses his own momentum to fight. Rio teaches him how to use his arms as a whip.

🌈 What is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? What pronouns do they use?

Kevin is proudly pansexual and makes sure that everyone knows he isn’t picky. He uses “he/him” pronouns, but he doesn’t mind being called “they/them” either.

🎄 What is your oc's favorite holiday?

Christmas, for the music and the food, and because he gets to decorate his friends’ dorm and make it feel like a home. He never realized that kids got gifts on Christmas until he started staying with his friends, and now he’s excited to give things.

🐷 What is your oc's favorite animal?

It’s pigs, specifically teacup pigs. Riley always asks Kevin how someone as “flashy and fabulous” as him could love such a messy animal, and Kevin gets so offended.

Long ago, I actually gave him a pet pig. He called it Ham Solo.

🍃 What is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

Kevin’s favorite class was an elective drama course he had for a year. He loves performing for people and having their positive attention, in an art form where he’s separated by a stage and no one can run up and hurt him.

🍎 Where was your oc born? Do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? How do they feel about their birthplace?

Kevin was born in Preston, on the outskirts of the main town and suburbs. He acts like he doesn’t care about his old home, but deep down, he’s terrified of the mere idea of going back there. He wouldn’t calm down for his first few weeks of training until Jason swore to him that he wouldn’t return to his parents.

❤️ What are three of your oc's positive traits?

Kevin may act like he enjoys being the center of attention, but he’s actually more humble than people give him credit for. He makes sure his friends get their due respect during training, and even when he brags about his own training, it’s never at someone else’s expense. His loyalty to his friends is limitless.

His personal goal is to make his friends smile and laugh. Whatever they need or want, he’ll do it for them, even if it’s just making himself look like a fool.

Kevin is very patient and understanding. He’ll listen to anyone, no matter how long they take to speak or if they struggle to express themselves. He refuses to make anyone feel dumb or useless.

💔 What are three of your oc's negative traits?

Kevin tends to joke around a little too much. He won’t take certain training exercises seriously, and it ends up getting him hurt.

On that note, Kevin doesn’t care if he injured himself. He thinks he’s indestructible so he charges headfirst into a problem, and he also just has little regard for his own health because he’s been taught to feel insignificant.

Every so often, his aggressive self-loathing comes through. He’ll say the most horrible things about himself when he no longer has the energy to smile through the pain.

💙 Does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

The Freak genes that Kevin was born with basically gave his skin and bones rubber-like qualities. He can stretch and squish himself however he sees fit, like how an octopus can squeeze itself through a hole. The further out he stretches, though, the more vulnerable that area is to snapping.

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Kevin is the only son of the Mallory family. His parents could barely afford their house and food. When Kevin’s powers developed, his mother punished him for it in the cruelest ways possible, nearly blinding her son as a result. His father sat idly by, not lifting a finger to help him. The neighbors were the ones to call the police, and that’s how Vesely heard about him. Jason was the one to bring him in, and he became an important parental figure to Kevin.

Eventually, Kevin gets adopted by a wealthy family, the Valentinas. They’re absolutely guilty of spoiling their new son, but he deserves it after the hell he’s been through.

🤔 What are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

When Kevin is bored, he’ll often stretch and bounce his arm like a yo-yo. If no one else is around, he’ll wrap his arms around himself in a big snake-like hug.

I’m not sure if it counts, but when he laughs at something, it’s a full-on hyena cackle. There is no quiet mode for him when it comes to jokes.

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soyouareandrewdobson · 4 months

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Elf on the shelf and pedo on the net

Merry Christmas/Holidays, everyone!

So I think you know what this post is going to be about. The one comic, that has become a christmas tradition at hypocrisy's blog.

Released mere days before Christmas of 2016 -which Dobson likely considered ruined, because it was Trumps first Christmas after he won the election 2016- the comic shows two male stripers, with one pondering that the reason he joined the profession, may be related to some rather “unsavoury” kinks he developed as a result of a Christmas tradition.

Now being from Europe, I myself didn’t even know of the “Elf on the Shelf” until I saw this comic. Though a quick google search made me realize, why that was: The entire idea of putting an elf doll on the shelf to “watch over the kid” wasn’t even a thing until a children book came out in 2004, that promoted the idea. The real take off of the Elf being around the first half of the 2010s and since then having managed to creep its way into the popcultural subconscious.

Yeah, if you can’t tell, I am not really a fan of that thing, based on the designs I saw. Also the idea of “surveilling” your children to see if they are naughty or nice feels rather creepy. And I grew up in a culture that accepts the idea of good old Saint Nicolas and his henchman Rudolph/Krampus putting the bad ones into their place via spanking or worse.

However, Dobson managed to make the concept even creepier by virtue of relating it to a masturbation punchline. Which in turn makes you just ponder, what the heck is wrong with Dobson?

So, let us just dissect this thing quick, before it sours any positive Christmas mood.

First, Dobson supposedly did the comic, because in his opinion the “Elf on the Shelf” sends a strange message to kids…

And to be fair, a lot of kids seemingly hate the creepy little doll and “experts” have called it out at being psychologically damaging. Going so far as to say the toy “normalizes” the concept of constant surveillance and that it would be okay. Which personally I think is a bit of a stretch, but not entirely inaccurate also. So making fun of the concept of the doll, totally okay with me. Heck, Teen Titans Go did an entire episode mocking the thing.

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But Dobson’s attempt of making fun of it, just crosses into genuine creeper territory, for one simple reason: Sexualization of minors.

Look, I don’t believe Dobson is a pedophile -though his poor choice of wordings on twitter posts and certain aspects of art pieces can give the impression- and the situation Dobson shows in the comic is not explicitly pornographic. After all, we don’t see the kid like buttass naked pumping the bike pump while the elf stares. I now give you five minutes to hopefully delete that mental image with enough eggnog at your disposal.

But it still turns “sexual”…

An implication that is not very subtle for a couple of reasons.

First, the person asked and thinking back to the Christmas tradition is a male stripper. A job in the sex works. By the way, respect for people in that job (independent of the sex) for being able to work without feeling objectified (or too much) and managing to keep a decent body shape. Hope also for your safety out there.

Which I am not just saying because Dobson incidentally tries to mock male strippers in the comic in my opinion. After all, we all know Dobson hates men. And when men aren’t some MRA morons or fat misanthropic nerds, they can’t be anything but dumb male himbos or potentially depraved homosexuals who got kinky by perverting a Christmas children tradition.

Yeah, I am stretching here a bit, but we are talking about Dobson. The guy was always more than open to the idea of making gay men the butt of some joke in Alex ze Pirate.

Am I really supposed to believe he changed that attitude?

But back to the comic. The second reason why obvious the entire thing has sexual undertones as punchline… just look at that face

That is the face of someone masturbating under the blanket. The sultry eyes, the blush on his face, one hand under the cover while the other is above, bitting his lip… if that thing were animated, I bet the kid would be moaning and I could report Dobson to some authority.

And yeah, that is really what the entire creepiness of the comic boils down too. The face of the kid that leaves no other room for interpretation except “a sex pun, based on a “Christmas tradition” targeted at really small kids. With the final panel feeling like Dobson likely had a good laugh at his “joke”, thinking others would react the same.

Well, the reaction doesn’t seem to have been what Dobson hoped for, cause he would later release the following tweet.

Two things to that: First, I think the reason people were “confused” Dobson (confused likely means here, asked him if he is a pedo), was that they kinda didn’t want to think you were going into that “sexualized” territory because that would raise more red flags than you obsessing over KorraSami. And would have also felt rather out of character for you, cause of how prudish you become at the subject of sexualization.

Second, accusing others of lacking imagination and that therefore little things like that comic stump them. Dobbitch, I have read every major comic you ever made, if anyone lacks imagination, it is you. Your mental capacity for imagining stuff is lower than of a braindead person in a coma. And the fact that a self declared “child friendly” webartist focuses most of the time on the punchline “character X is thirsty”…

even if the character in question is underaged, makes me think you are enjoying Belgian porn on the sideline.

Overall, the comic is just creepy. But not in the way that it makes the doll itself creepy and therefore the butt of the joke. Rather it makes the artist behind the comic creepy, because he tries to imagine a scenario where that thing causes someone to spring their first boner.

The sad thing being, Dobson could have easily made the comic creepier and funnier at the same time, fi he just had put the focus of the comic on the puppet and not the kid. For example, of all the things in the world, I think Family Guy could make the joke of a creepy elf puppet work, if it played out like that: Lois puts an elf on the shelf for every kid in the house, including Chris.

Chris goes to bed, camera focuses on him, turning around, the puppet is cut off from you.

Chris says “good night” to the elf.

Zoom out to show the shelf, now it is Herbert the creepy neighbour in an elf costume on the shelf saying “Night, Chris”

There. Now if you excuse me, I need to take a shower. Not necessarily from reviewing that comic, but because I actually wrote out a Family Guy joke.

#merry christmas #syac #tom preston #andrew dobson #so you are a cartoonist #adobsonartwork #webcomic #adobsoncomic #comic #adobsonsartwork #merry xmas #elf on the shelf #Youtube

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lutawolf · 1 year

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The 8th Sense ep 8

Okay, okay, I'm braced for the pain. Lies that I tell myself.

We must find our other half

Yup... I'm okay. I'm totally fine.

Girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl. I love you, but you need educating on this. They are fabulous, and that took a lot of work. I need a gif of them because hot damn. I need them to teach me how to do eye makeup.

Cyborg, "I still don't know what my usage is." "Why was I created?" Through the portrayal of a colorful psychiatric hospital, we can conclude that the message from the art director was: Psychiatric hospitals don't always have to be gloomy. It's okay to be colorful. Live the way you want.

It's like we are getting a message about both Jae Won and Ji Hyun mental state right now. Jae Won is questioning so much about himself right now, while Ji Hyun is hopeful. Who would have thought that Ji Hyun would turn into a sunshine character.

Aww, bless him, he said, please. 👀👀👀 Okay, they turned into an ass, but they still look fabulous.

Love these girls. "I thought she was throwing a one-person show." Oh, and look at sassy Ji Hyun!

GIFs from the lovely maxescheibechlinichacheli

This scene. Fuck me. And the cunt rolling her eyes!

No, he isn't going to forgive him because he is a jealous little boy. Yeah, and you'll be a victim the rest of your life. And so called gf is just keeping her mouth shut. Seriously, she slept with him.

Yes... This is really how I am like watching shows. Just ask some of the people who have watched them with me. @suga4mycoffee

Bestie doesn't realize that Jae Won is in self-destruction mode.

See, he isn't even trying, but here comes baby boy to his rescue. And we see the first signs of a real smile out of Jae Won as his baby talks. Look at this baby giving such a speech. Bless him.

Anybody else watched the two-year-old tantrum on repeat and clap? No, just me?

I'm getting so little joy. Just emotional damage. Let me enjoy what I can.

Baby boy all excited and happy for him. Jae Won just lets him walk away. Then baby boy sits there waiting on his call. Fuck!

Fucking sunshine baby, just texting away to no response. And don't get me wrong, I know that Jae Won is fucked in the head right now, but if you think that this won't have lasting effects on Ji Hyun. You haven't seen the effects of what ignoring can do. Generally, if this happens in a relationship, there will be serious clinging when rectified and a tendency towards stressing out.

"I knew you had a girl." Bestie was getting mad that he hadn't been told and took matters into his own hands. Don't let me down, bestie. Oh, fuck, but I love him!

"How can you keep this news from your best friend of 13 years!"

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Dude, I wish so much happiness on bestie. So much!

Ji Hyun, I'm gonna need you to take off those rose colored glasses. I adore that you know where Jae Won is coming from and will support. But ignoring your own feelings and emotional traumas from this is not good.

This is like saving someone who slid off a cliff, but your shoulder was pulled out of socket while doing so, and you just ignore the shoulder wound. It won't get better on its own! You can't ignore it!

I really love the bestie, though. Like so much. Somebody GIF them tapping coffee cups. I need these besties immortalized please!!!

Oh, there we go. When all is silent, and he is all alone, we see the peaks of his real emotions. Boiling just below the surface.

This cunt. He literally saved Jae Won from being expelled. If you really loved Jae Won, you'd be thanking Ji Hyun, but you don't give two shits about anyone but yourself. I love that Ji Hyun is giving it as good as he is getting it. YES!!!

I bet a bunch of people showed up at his work after her complaint. Nobody likes the bitch but boys who want her. Everyone else is like, if she doesn't go there, then that's where I want to be!

I love the boss.

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Fuck me, this scene!

#the eighth sense #the 8th sense #luta talks #luta talks the 8th sense #coconuts mafia #I am not okay

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ladyevernite-fr · 1 year

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@krabbu drew a wonderful character concept that just enamored me to no end. I was fortunate enough to be able to purchase the design and complete it. It was such a fun experience find the perfect aberration for this design and render these pics! Thank you Kabu!!

I have a short writing about this character in the read more if any are interested~!

Base character design and line art by krabbu/Kabuto. (KabutoMushii #145801)

Final character design/story and completed pics by me (Evernite #66767)

CW for story below: Death, mild gore/body horror (description of an emperor forming. It's not very detailed)

"Three dragons. Athena of Wind, cunning and fierce. Casper of Water, playful and brave. Ike of Plague, kind and attentive. They were to meet their fourth partner, Thisbe, at her clan's lair within the Ice Warden's domain, where they planned to all make a home together.

Days of travel passed, one imperial meeting with her coatl mate, to then gather their other imperial partner in plague, and soon enough they were within the cold tundra of Ice, their aether companion waiting for them within the evergreens at the base of the mountains. All was well. Thisbe had gotten word from them when they were passing through Arcane and knew they would arrive...until they didn't.

She knew the cold could sometimes slow travel, however when two days had passed their predicted arrival, Thisbe alerted her clan's leaders. The clan was quick to search for the trio when their partner called for aid, but what they found was a reminder of the dangers that resided in their home.

An avalanche. It had occurred days prior but the damage it left was evident...Clawing out of snow and rock, a forming emperor was emerging, Ike and Athena's bodies merging and taking Capser's along with them. A grim image of the two imperials protectively embracing their coatl mate between them as they were buried flashed through the minds of the clan as they went to work immediately. They worked quick. Being a clan full of necromancers, dragons that have come from death, and those alive by inorganic means, they had the knowledge and the ability to help if they worked fast enough. After hours of work and hope that the souls were willing to cooperate, a new aberration was formed, and the trio were back.

To die and return sharing a body with each other was a shock for sure. The process of becoming an aberration had changed their appearance not just in the sense of being merged into one, but even the colors and patterns of their scales and fur shifted. Though they retained features, they looked so different from their old selves...It was a lot, but they had been reunited with Thisbe, and as the days and months of therapy both physical and mental passed, they knew they would be okay."

#flight rising #dragon share #aberration #imperial #coatl #fr art

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mari-lair · 2 years

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thoughts or ideas on a terukane!phantom thieves au from aidairo themselves??👉👈

I had to research what the phantom thief au is, and I am so happy you mentioned it Anon! I had seen arts of phantom thief Akane before but I didn’t know the design had a whole AU behind it! And I love cop Teru, he gives me heavy asshole vibes!

Just look at them! You bet I got ideas!!

Akane dresses like an aristocrat, albeit a small and 'poor' one. He doesn’t seem like the kind to steal for money or power, so petty robbery it is, such as revenge against way more powerful nobles that overwork him or gems to spoil Aoi-chan, his favorite waitress, and friend.

Hanako also seems to be a phantom thief in this AU, so you bet he and Akane got a not-very-friendly rivalry going on. Most of the time Akane and Hanako are seen robbing the same place, so any witnesses assume they are working together instead of wanting to throw the other out a window. Some call them the ‘phantom duo’ and it makes Akane so fucking angry: while they both do crimes, Akane messes only includes the occasional property damage, Hanako on the other hand always aims for dramatic entrances, his methods constantly endanger people. It bothered Akane at first, but it grew into hatred when Hanako's stunts put Aoi’s life at risk. Twice.

Teru is from old money, his family is the richest in town, but he is more known for his extreme efficiency. It doesn’t take long for the cop chief to figure out Akane's real identity and memorize his schedule, cornering him while the noble was having a break at Aoi’s coffee shop and getting him to sit down and listen, using Aoi's wellbeing as a threat. Akane didn't want to give Aoi any trouble, so he behaved, but you could feel his hatred in waves.

Teru wanted to use Akane to catch Hanako but it became clear very quickly the two thieves do not work together. They make a deal where if Akane helps capture Hanako, his jail sentence will be greatly reduced and Akane is practically forced into agreeing.

Teru planned to keep Akane around just to have someone to take his stress out on, but the thief surprised him by genuinely helping out. Akane is no idiot, he understands how a thief's mind works and he has a surprisingly righteous mentality, writing down cards full of info on not only Hanako, but fellow nobles he learned are criminally corrupt. He felt restless by how Teru looked down on him, wanting to prove himself.

Akane is the first partner Teru got that keeps up with him, and his first friend, so you bet he’ll save Akane enough times to confuse the hell out of the phantom thief. Everything Teru does confuses Akane. The cop chief is cruel but he doesn't let anyone walk over Akane. He is cool with using manipulative tactics but he isn't corrupt like Akane had imagined: If a criminal tried to bribe Teru, he always increased their punishment without missing a beat, working harder than anyone, to the point Akane, who was forced to be a ‘guest’ at the Minamoto mansion until they find Hanako, rarely see Teru outside work.

Akane comes to the conclusion this town would crumble without Teru, so he doubled his efforts to help.

Teru learns Akane is not the one behind the worst robberies around, nor the casualties, which is the nudge he needed to justify himself for no longer wanting to imprison Akane.

When the duo eventually catches Hanako, Teru offers him a position as his right hand man, a high ranking job that no one was able to get. Akane hates cops with a passion so he just laughed at the idea.

Akane does reluctantly care about Teru though so he tries to convince him to be a thief instead “I technically already worked for you for three weeks, can’t you at least try to be a thief ? I know you’ll love it, you’re far too insane not to”. Teru hates thieves with a passion so he just laughed.

They are both insufferable.

Much to Akane’s annoyance, he gets arrested once he refuses the offer to be a cop, letting it slip he plans to continue being a petty thief. He is the best of the best tho, so he breaks out of his cell after 4 days, leaving behind a rude remark on how the cops have grown careless with Teru around to pick up their slack. Teru is delighted by the turn of events, eventually finding him again and hiring Akane as an independent informant.

Is never spoken out loud but they are dating. They go on dates four times a week to exchange information and flirt passively aggressively. People are very confused as to why someone from the Minamoto family is dating a low noble with a consistent prison history, but no one has the guts to question the chief of the police.

When it’s night time they have a game of cat and mouse, whenever Akane get caught while thieving, the stolen item is confiscated and they mostly make out. Only when they have a fight does Teru throws Akane in jail, being a little shit about it “My subordinates need to learn how to properly guard criminals, Aoi. I know you’re good but is sad that you can escape in less than a week. Be a dear and teach them a lesson again, pretty please?” And if Akane manages to get away with whatever he steals, he gets to decide where their next date will be.

(Part 2)

#terukane #phantom thief au #this is more of a tiny fic than au ideas #i had fun tho #hope you had too Anon #phantom thieves au

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0dotexe · 4 months

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Musings-23.exe

This is the second year I've decided to combine everything that has happened to me this year into one big ol' post. I think it goes without saying that this is going to be a long one. Grab your snacks.

What exactly happened this year that was different from the last?

Quite a lot honestly. For starters at the beginning of this year I had a health issue almost reach critical state, which in turn warranted a lot of blood tests and no real answers. As well as a lengthy process of getting dental work done because one of my teeth decided to be a problem child. Which made me be in nerve pain for approximately two months straight. It was hell. I would never recommend this pain to anyone, not even my worst enemies. At the same time, a lot of the issues I was having mentally haven't been nearly as bad as the year prior. Do I still get traumatic flashbacks every once in a while, yes. Do they take hours of my time to crawl out of, not anymore. But I also have come to realize that the memory part of my brain is a bit damaged from everything that's happened, so I'm giving myself more leeway than I used to. I cannot say enough that leaving a bad situation does so much good for oneself, but now with hindsight I can't say that that leaving the bad will initially start off good. There will, as one post so gracefully said it, be a period where you are a caterpillar in its cocoon. You are a soup of emotions and finding yourself. That was me last year. Me this year was surviving a bunch of medical shit, as I predicted.

Anything else?

A lot of this year was me figuring out my place in a lot of people's worlds. Be that reconnecting with old friends, and trying to interact with friends that I had invested my time in thinking that they would treat me the same in kind and getting rejected in the process. A few years ago I stated that my art was worthless on twitter, because I felt because I didn't conform to the trends and standards that everyone in the world and the algorhythms are looking for, that regardless of technical skill, nothing was going to come from the one thing I was good at. It still holds true. In the same vein, I am learning that the same can be applied to my relationship to people who aren't in my immediate circle. It's been very hard to come to that conclusion, and I still hold out hope that maybe people do care about me but they're just too busy to show it, but the reality is I am just a person who people remember by name and how I made them feel, not someone they remember as someone who is and will be their friend. This isn't aimed to the people who are my friends and are probably reading this, this is aimed to the people who won't read this. And I've come to accept that these people will not care about the things I make outside of a passing glance.

Why do I feel this way?

It has been proven not only through interactions through people who I assumed would stay my friends when I moved out, but my family as well. I complain about my family a great deal because the way they should be treating me don't reflect how they actually treat me. The way they treat me is akin to a burden, and in turn that's how I feel my friends see me as well. It's an unhealthy cycle, and maybe someday I'll stop repeating it. But only when I feel like I'm not the only one reaching out to people I care about. I don't want to seem like I'm complaining about what was never guaranteed from the start, but it really does feel like most of the time it's just me, my husband, and my cats against the world. I am more than happy to talk with those who are interested, but I am aware that the way I view friendships may seem a bit different to everyone else's relationship to the subject. I can go into that in a different post.

What now?

All I can do is live. All I can do is create. All I can do is hope that the people who do care continue to do so and that I don't drive them away. That's all. Thanks for reading. ⬖.Exe

#exe talkz #mucho texto #oops I accidentally posted it too soon #TLDR: I've been thinking a lot about my place in the world and how other people treat me - but from a flawed perspective #And also I dealt with a lot of medical shit this year - so that's fun

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chaoticjingyi · 2 years

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Just finished twelve moons and a fortnight. It took almost a week and a lot of emotions. Beware of spoilers!! This is essentially a live blogging of it

I AM BACK ! and more prepared to read this than ever. I think I went long enough that I only remember 3 or 4 major bits from this (meishan yu, the amalgamation of all the dead from lotus pier before the sunshot campaign began and wei ying seeing them as acting sect leader, lxc healing a-Qing [which still hurts my soul,,,,its taking from. His life force :((] and if im not wrong, copious letters)

The rest though may be the same as if I was to Iread it for the first time and im looking forward to it.

I have my notes app on the side while I read this bc I am a serial binge reader and need sth to hold onto my thoughts before j forget them, it has happened way too many times ans I end an incoherent mess at every fix when this happens. BUT!! I want to really show how much I love this and I like being detailed. So if this end up crossing the character limit i am not sorry.

Buckle up for the torrent of enthusiasm bc

Here we go !

"crash of someone falling headlong into his room and stumbling over Suibian; he left his sword on the floor with the all the rest of his belongings, which proceed to trip up his mysterious guest three more times before he finally falls against Wei Wuxian’s bed" the mental image here is so funny twin jade of lan sect, stoic man tripping over a sword qjfjskfks aahh but wangxian are so adorable

"he and Wei Wuxian once spent a whole day trying to see which of them could best imitate the contemptuous flapping of Madam Yu’s skirts while Jiang Yanli laughed at them from her desk, only to be scolded and sent to bed early by Jiang Fengmian for skipping their meditation hour. " am I going to end up crying during work hours? Lets hope not, though I won't be surprised if so. Memories of the siblings Yunmeng days always make me emo

"Who’s going to teach him about romance if not Zizhen?”

“I always thought it would be Jin Guangyao.”

>emotional damage meme starts playing in the background of my head<

" I could have perished at your hands, or Wen Ning’s at your command, and still kissed your fingers on Chenqing as I died. " thats a raw fucking line op holy fuck

DASHIXONG 😭😭😭

Jiang cheng gave him Yanli's clarity bell i -🥺 and ofc he is allergic to emotional convos and tells him to shut up ajfjjwgj

"But—Zhenhong, that was Uncle Jiang’s throne, and Madam Yu’s, and—”

Zhenhong blinks—half out of astonishment and half in what looks like understanding, though Wei Wuxian can’t imagine what there is to understand"

*inhale * FUCK Its a trying effort here to keep my eyes dry I keep tearing up every 5 minutes

"do you think Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen could have stood it?”

“I—”

“And it was not the idea of a supervisory office that made her attack that Wang woman, either.”

“Wh-What?”

“You were hers , da-shixiong. ”

This entire conversation has made me scream inside my head and brought a raging melancholy I stopped breathing for a second.

"What will a mother not say out of worry, when she fears for the lives of her children?” barks the deputy. “Mine has said worse, I assure you! She could have kept you with her to fight, she knew your brother would meet Jiang-zongzhu and Jiang-guniang within hours of his departure—there was no need for you to go with him! She sent you away for your sake just as much as for Sect Leader’s, and I wonder how with your wit you took so long to realize it!”

Me:

The art at the end of chapter 3 is adorable!!!

"Everything was peaceful and sedate and perfect, and then Lan Jingyi grew old enough to venture out of his parents’ quarters by himself.

The Cloud Recesses never recovered. "

Every day I am reminded of my love for lan jingyi <3 (hence the username :3)

Reading Ouyang Zizhen's letter and he is so sweet. I love he

"I think Xian-gege knows,” Sizhui says at last. “He was thinking about it before Hanguang-jun and Zewu-jun took him to the discussion conference, I could tell. But when I found him at the Guanyin temple, he looked like—like everything made sense. Like he understood something he didn’t before.”

He knows but I don't know if the boys are ready for this knowledge,,,

JIN LING!!!! I am delighted at the junior quartets friendship. Also remembered both the clothes and what happens when a-qung wakes up and im looking forward to it.

"His stomach growls, and he claps his hands over it in embarrassment before Hanguang-jun produces a second bowl and sets them both down on the table along with two pairs of chopsticks. “You too, Jingyi. Eat.” 1. I KNOW its because of wei yings letter. 2. Dad wangji!!!! My heart is warm, my crops are watered and my skin is clear

"for upon receiving your last letter I thought of how ill he was when I found him hidden in the Demon-Slaughtering Cave, and how long it took him to reach a normal height for his age—his growth was stunted for years after that, and nearly prevented his forming a golden core. Rest assured that I will make sure he is fed and well-rested, Wei Ying, for your sake and mine as well as his—he will eat at least once a day with me in the jingshi from now on, unless he grows so tired of it that even his filial tenderness can no longer bear my company. "

This>🥺< is literally my face right now. I may look incredibly ugly but I 🥺😭😭 AHH *Clutches hand at chest* my heart

" I was so happy that it felt as if my heart would break"

I am going to save this for days where I don't have the words. I have felt it before but never had such clear words for it and hhhhh your writing is incredible

"But for now all I can do is pray that Lotus Pier does not go the same way as everything else I have ever tried to protect" actually I think you just like making us sad

The way you capture every characters voice and essence through the letters (in general too but thus isn't abt that) is so good and I am filled with awe and an urge to re read everything though I only have the first volume at home

"kind as well as beautiful, so if someday you wish to marry—you might as well begin here as somewhere else, right? You’ll find someone to match you, sweetheart, someone as brave and good and wise as you are" I am going to go INSANE, xie lian grant me patience for this foolish man. And well. Lwj WILL indeed marry someone from Yunmeng. It IS you wei ying you fool

"“If his first set of standards was because he thought shijie was the best girl in the world, and he wanted a wife like her,” he says at last, “then—Zhenhong, doesn’t it make sense that this set of standards describes someone he already knows? And it’s not Yu-furen, because Yu-furen never—” Wait WAIT IS IT WEN QING

"She sits there for nearly an hour gazing at him in confusion and a little pity, because he wears the same lost look on his face as Daozhang did, right down to the melancholy turn of his mouth and the swollen eyelids that tell of recent tears (because her Daozhang used to cry, and cry often, even though he no longer had eyes to cry with). " EMOTIONAL DAMAGE part 2, electric boogaloo

Lan xichen makes my heart hurt in 7 different ways, 🌊🐴man

(I can now add pics bc tumblr :D )

"Jin Ling worries his lip for a moment and then runs to join them, propriety be hanged. They’ve only got two weeks, and it’s not as if anyone here is going to tell tales to his Uncle Jiang. He flings his arms around Jingyi, and then Sizhui, and then around all three of them before one of the older Jin disciples clears her throat. " they own my heart, im telling u

Drunk jiang cheng made me sad again :( he does deserve to be happy !!! 😭😭😭

Oh boys,,,,, if it is who I think it is u can't help Jiang cheng. The person may be dead already

“He’ll have to visit me every month,” he mutters at last. “You—you have to share him, okay? He’s mine too.”

“Of course he’s yours too,” Sizhui soothes him, sounding suspiciously near tears himself. “You’re his nephew, he’s never going to leave you. Don’t cry, A-Ling. Don’t cry.”

Each word brings me closer to crying aaaaaaahhhh

Lan wangji's letters to wei ying are going to make me swoon oh my goodness. They're in LOVE ND THEY ARE SOULMATES

Wait wei ying is chronically ill and didn't tell anyone? And he ???? Has been since he was summoned????????? and he didn't ask for help??? What is Going On

...And a little bun has been adopted, my heart really cannot take this

"So she smothered,” says Wei Wuxian, stricken. Jin Guangyao, Jin Guangyao—why does it always come back to you in the end? Is there anyone you did not hurt? Nie Mingjue, my shijie, Jin Zixuan, Jin Ling, Lan Xichen, Lan Zhan—even this poor woman, A-Xin, who died and left her son motherless just as your mother left you." hhhhhhhhh

I love that they'll build a women's shelter, and the soul calming ceremonies written a little while back

"Miles away, in the Cloud Recesses, the third disciple class (including a certain young romantic from Ouyang, who is still a year behind his three best friends in the second group) gets a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse of Hanguang-jun blushing over his morning letters and kissing the pages they were written on until his lips go numb.

(Lan Qiren doesn’t break his jade token. He doesn’t. ) " ah wht a blessed sight, i wish I was there

Junior break!!!! !They're adorable. No I will not stop saying that. Them having a picnic and letter meeting at the rabbit field os the cutest thing aaa♡♡♡♡♡♡

"As it happens, however, his lunch isn’t the only thing waiting in his rooms.

A second plate has been laid out across from his, and two cups of tea are already steaming beside the incense burner—and someone is sitting in Lan Wangji’s place at the table, dressed in mourning white without a single ornament in his hair or even a sword at his waist. The man almost looks like a ghost of Lan Wangji’s younger self, in the days after Wei Ying’s death at the Nightless City and his own forced confinement away from the rest of the clan—but then he turns his face towards the door, and Lan Wangji nearly bites his tongue at the realization that it isn’t a ghost at all.

“Xiongzhang,” he chokes, nearly weeping in relief as his brother’s thin hands rise to clasp his own. “It’s good to see you.”

Screaming and nearly crying again </3

"at last my brother lost his patience and silenced him so forcefully that even the two disciples standing near him found themselves unable to talk for the next twenty minutes. Jingyi was in the room at the time, and he has still not recovered from the shock; Sizhui, on the other hand, is steadfastly refusing to believe that it ever happened at all. "Holy shit I love this. Lxc hath become a parent

I really like Healer Pan

Wei yings more serious letters always leave me feeling stricken with sorrow and yet I keep on hoping hr will realize. He does have a home. With lwj as well as lotus pier

Chapter 11 and holy shit you were not kidding Hanguang-jun is SMOOTH!!!!!

"Don’t let him shirk his duties, or I’ll tell Li Shuai about the time you tried to propose to her with Farmer Tang’s ghoul when we were eighteen.

In distress, as usual,

Sect Leader Jiang Wanyin. "

I cannot stop laughing ajfjskfjsjgj

"That settles it, my Lan Zhan. I’ll make you all the soup and seed-cake you want, but stop asking for the porridge.”

“Mn, all right.”

His face is pink again, and this time he’s not sure it’s only because of the congee. " they are SO domestic and this is too cute

“You gave up your life for our son,” Lan Wangji tells him, pressing his chin to the top of Wei Ying’s head. “I could do no less.”

Oh my god. .. oh my god

Story time with wen ning! :D

And the aforementioned trunk of clothes appears!

LMAO HOLY SHIT I FRGIT ABT THE RULE WALL ! lxc is wonderful

"The elders used that one on my younger brother sixteen years ago,” Lan Xichen says grimly. “He was judged for injuring thirty-three clan members after Wei Wuxian was killed, and this was the punishment. But they knew I would speak out against such a harsh sentence, even if it meant I had to take Wangji and A-Yuan and secede from the clan—so they drugged me the night before the trial to ensure that I would sleep straight through it, and then they decided Wangji’s fate in my absence and held me down on the floor in the hanshi with all their spiritual power so that I could not interfere until the beating was over.” my reaction is the same as the kids,,, DAMN

Also no wonder they danced around that fire they were getting rid of some stuff

“I’ve also defaced the wall of sect rules,” Lan Xichen says cheerfully. “And now there are only about two thousand laws left, so perhaps you and the council would like to spend a few hours contemplating the alterations in the morning.” this may be one of my favorite chapters i can't stop re reading it and am v much invested here

"It occurs to him then that despite the presence of the disciples—all of whom, if he remembers correctly, are still younger than eighteen—the most helpless cultivator among them might as well be himself." HHH HOLY SHIT

"don’t you dare write me directly unless it’s an emergency, you hear? I might have a dying brother on my hands, to say nothing of a twice-orphaned baby, because if Wei Wuxian decides to leave us all because of a night-hunt I doubt Hanguang-jun will wait even a day before following him. Damn them both, to hell and back—I’ll drag them both back to life and murder them again if they even think about it, but I suppose the healers and I ought to try saving them first. " Iam going to go feral actually. I'll go outside and scream towards a lake, theres one like a bus ride away, I will go insane. I am having si many emotions i can't name em

I may not have much to say at the hunt this time bc im very drawn in and it must me speechless. But the feeling translated and carried over si well. The pacing incredible

"He pauses, wondering what else might be left to ask, and then—

Was it Yu Ziyuan?

The beast responds to that question by reaching forward and striking him across the face. It doesn’t seem angry, exactly, but the unspoken reply was very clearly a negative one; the cloud of resentful energy looks offended on Madam Yu’s behalf" it has been months, but this scene and what followed throughout the chapter have remained clear in my head ever since the first time reading this. Legitimately unforgettable

"The ghosts come to a halt, then, standing right in front of Lan Wangji’s ward with pensive looks on their faces. Some have clear death-wounds in their chests, and one of the boys wears a gown covered with dull black blood from the cruel gash in his throat—but all of them are looking straight at Li Shuai, and their lips shape her name with open wistfulness; some of the older ones call her A-Shuai, and the children call her Li-shijie, and then they nod once in Lan Wangji’s direction before stepping closer to the ward and disappearing into it.

He feels their spiritual energy pouring into the seals before he sees it in the ward, reeling back at the sudden shock of ninety-one ghostly golden cores taking up arms beside his—ready to defend their sect in death as they could not do in life, and then he finally understands why the land-eater went unnoticed for so long. The ghosts must have been suppressing it until its power surpassed theirs, and then they sought out Wang Hai for help when they could do nothing more—but for them to have taken shape like this, in something resembling their living selves even though their bodies must long since have rotted away—it should have been beyond them to do such a thing, unless…"

I am both in awe and full of wonder and feel as though I'm there. Words do not begin to describe the intense experience it is to read this

Now to the note on ch 18": If you're reading this as a completed work, stop here and take a break if you need one! The night-hunt arc is officially complete, and the recovery arc picks up in chapter 19. :)" ill take your advice this once bc I have to sleep at a reasonable hour

Started chapter 19 and I am shaking. Oh dear

"He took wei ying from him" NOOOO MY HEART

"“Oh, he’ll like it well enough,” the other man grumbles, shoving the finished dinner tray towards him and then pushing him out the door. “Make sure you eat some of it, too, or I’ll have two sick people on my hands instead of one.” as always showing care with food <3

Lan Xichen’s letter to mingjue is utterly heartbreaking, and so is the whipping, no matter how many times I've read it

LXC joins the shipping !!!!

'"Wei Wuxian finds his gaze fixed on his brother’s left hand, and on the faint sparks rising from the serpent-shaped ring glinting there.

“Di-di,” he gasps, trying to fight against the fire in his knees as Jiang Cheng pushes Lan Zhan away and attempts to lift him up. “Don’t whip me anymore, I didn’t mean to—I won’t make trouble for our family again, not as long as I live, please— ”

An utterly stricken look crosses Jiang Cheng’s face, and he stuffs his hand into the pocket of his robes"

FUCK!!! AAHHHHH!!!!! MY HEART!!

Nie huaisang having a tiger is one of the best things in my life now. Good for him good for him

"Wouldn’t you have learned about it anyway, Nie-xiong? Wei Wuxian thinks wryly, as they walk over the high stone gate that separates the training field from the living quarters. You managed to find out the truth about Jin Guangyao and Qin Su, when the only person alive who knew aside from Lianfang-zun was Qin-furen’s maid Bicao. Is there a secret under the sun that you couldn’t bring to the light if you waited for it long enough?"

Okay tbh you'd find me hard pressed to say a mdzs character im not fond of, and ofc the Nies are also some of my favorites. And thi makes me think so much. Because after all is said nd done, after nhs exposed jgy and his schemes and wit came to light, we do know he is clever but he is then also under constant suspicion and scrutiny. And yes he may scheme but didn't he only do tht to avenge his brother? I do believe he is done with it. And yet I also believe he is also very up to date with news and gossip and going-ons. It brings me to mind, how much does he know, and how much of that weighs on him? He doesn't have much family left, most of his friends from his youth have grown apart or may have died at the war. Anyways im very emotional about nie huaisang

''realizes exactly why Nie Huaisang called out in fear on that night in the Guanyin temple, and why he had refused to let Jin Guangyao leave the place alive.

The very last mystery, a voice in the back of his mind seems to say, solved by the simple fact that Nie Huaisang’s loyalty ran deeper than any of us ever knew. "

Many scenes here just make me go "Holy fucking shit man"

"the knowledge that Jin Guangyao’s death was an act of love as well as an act of hate,"

"As for the kisses you owe to me, my heart, you must tell our little son that he is lucky to be receiving them in my place. Such tender gifts are rarer than gold and dearer than the stars, and I will count myself blessed if you deign to give me another. "💘💘💙💙💙💙

"I was used to kissing you whenever the mood struck me while we were still together in Yunmeng, after all, and breaking the habit has been most difficult. I even kissed A-Hong once without thinking about it, and this morning I almost kissed the top of Nie-xiong’s head after breakfast. He took it as a slight to his small stature, though, so he chased me all the way back to my rooms and told me he would feed me to A-Yong if I dared to do it again. " screaming again. They're so married already. And nhs forehead kiss abjdsr that's adorably funny

"Shufu always suspected them, Lan Wangji repeats to himself. The next several years—

“Xiongzhang,” he ventures at last. “The trial they tampered with, was it—”

WAS IT HIS MOM'S???????

[lxc, on the podium: and in conclusion, i will make a-qing a wonderful father and will protect her all my life

lwj, supportive but confused: i agree, brother, but where are the elders?

lxc: in a better place now. sit down immediately]

Some of ur notes are really making me laugh a lot akxksfkskf

Nie Shiyong!!!!! I totally forgot abt her!!! One line and I already lover her

"Nie Huaisang closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands.

“When he brought you back, he brought you back wrong. ”

I, too, am putting my head on my hands. Jesus

“to know the beast is to know the girl, and to know the girl is to know the beast. As a maiden, she is bloodthirstier than most men, and as a tigress, she is gentler than even a house cat." Tbh that's a mood

Ah yes, the qinghe robes

“I was promised a hundred, in your letter,” he whispers, lifting his beloved’s arm again and kissing the heart of his palm. “Will you deny me, my heart?” this was so sweet !!!!!!

The family having a meal together 😭😭😭💙💙💙 and the yearning keeps strong ah Lan zhan hang in there

"Xiao-Yu refuses to take the bee back as they walk to the the city gates to summon their carriage, content merely to watch Sizhui pretend to play with it until the black-painted conveyance comes rolling up the road—which is when the baby falls fast asleep, right before A-Yuan tucks the doll safely under his arm and sits on the bench opposite him to stare in utter adoration" my heart is full and soft. This is absolutely precious

:And Lan Wangji obeys and lowers his head, nearly sobbing aloud as Wei Ying fastens the necklace just below the fall of his hair—because it feels like a moment of marriage, somehow, as if this oath to return to his heart was the first of their bows before heaven." I should really stop (mentally) screaming everytime something gay or cute or emotional happens, I already get daily headaches. But alas I carry much emotion with me

Yes it was extremely gay and extremely tender and I love them. Jiang cheng pls stop being an angry grape and jealous brother wwx won't abandon you after getting married

Holy shit was madam yu betrothed to zhao zhuliu?

OH SHIT

Oh S H I T this is heartbreaking

Damn the amount of harrowing family secrets for each clan ,,,, p a i n

"But the Unclean Realm was only once a second home, because it ceased to be so, after Mingjue was dead. Lan Xichen has not held the place of the sect master's sworn brother for many years, firstly because his sworn brother was gone, and then because he failed him and Huaisang so completely that he did not notice Mingjue’s murder taking place right before his eyes.

I promised you I would take care of Xiao-Sang, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭

"My heart was broken the day the council refused to use Inquiry as testament for your mother’s trial, and there was nothing I could do "

IT WAS THE TAMPERED TRIAL WASNT IT???? Also, hhhhhhhhhhhhh big oof for lqr. My heart goes out to him too

"To this day, Wangji insists that there is no need for thanks or contrition between sweethearts.

But in Lan Xichen’s opinion, the old saying holds even truer for brothers, and it always will." This while part,,, i keep saying it but its because it's true. The way emotion is captured through the words is breathtaking and leaves me bereft of words and full of feeling

"Was that at the discussion conference when you woke up with a giant boil on your forehead and screamed so loudly that you woke me up?” Jiang Cheng snorts, swallowing his mouthful of pastry. “Let that morning be forever enshrined in the memory of my disciples, who jumped out of bed and got into emergency formation for a hunt before they figured out what all the wailing was.”

“You’re heartless, Jiang-xiong.”

“But not pimply, though.”

This is amazing ajckskkckskfkej discussing skin care has never been more entertaining

"“Don’t be mean!” Lan Xichen cries, pulling him into his arms. Wei Wuxian feels his mouth drop open, completely forgetting to struggle even when the older man tucks him close to his chest like a mother holding a child that matched her in height, and then he looks toward Jiang Cheng in sheer confusion when Lan Xichen points an accusing finger at him. “Wangji’s head is empty of everything but Wei-gongzi, too. You mustn’t say such things!”

“I know that, Zewu-jun.”

“We all knew that,”

This is delightful and I cannot stop laughing

The lightheartedness of this just, it makes me very happy. Them re doing the list too !!! Amazing, *insert lady gaga meme here*

Ofc , all in agreement Lan Xichen is incredibly beautiful. No arguments to be made

Ans lmao the rankings andjmakdka

"ensuring that the walking talismans are fully replenished (so that it can follow Wei Wuxian on its own, rather than either of them having to carry it) and that it is stuffed with plenty of soft pillows and blankets, not to mention their son’s beloved bee. " I keep trying to picture this but I cant. Does it Just float around him? Slide through the floor? I have no clue and will remain figuring this out

HHHH the WEDDING ROBES!!! lovely mental image, we have been blessed on this fine day

"Lan Wangji found himself wondering where she procured it before noting that the dress was made in the light, layered style of Yunmeng and Baling Ouyang.

Ouyang Zizhen, then, he thinks, hiding a smile at the thought of it. Perhaps he even chose this one for her to wear tonight."

Once again: they're the cutest

HOLY SHIT WHAT A START TO THE BANQUET

"At least—at least it wasn’t the fire.”

Be right back, im gonna go stare at a wall until I get myself together

Also Jin guangshan,,, he can meet me in the fucking pit

"Lan Zhan!” he hears Wei Ying shriek, just as he takes a sip to ensure that the drink will suit his zhiji’s tastes. “That’s honey mead from Baling, not fruit tea! Spit it out, now, or you’ll–”

And then the world goes dark around him, like the feeling of falling into a pleasant dream, right before he wakes up in Wei Ying’s bed the next morning with no memory of how he got there. " im so ready for shenanigans

OH I WAS JOT WRONG! I was thinking about it, and wwxs pains, and nearing the end of this chapter I was like, wait isn't he regaining his scars also? And isn't it the wen brand this time? And it’s was and I was essential surprised pikachu

... but WHY are they appearing? If it due to the ritual? To zidian? A mixture of both or sth else,???

(Both regarding wwx being ill and the corpses in the water) The mystery solving here Is so interesting and *chefs kiss* amazing. I love me a good case solving

Im so confused about the dagger

[Post data- I finished the fic and am no longer confused]

"In which Wei Wuxian finally discovers the truth behind his illness, and the reader learns that stiltonbasket has been lying about the title all along." WHAT

"I heard Shijie calling me,” he whispers, swinging Xiao-Yu up into his arms. “She’s outside all by herself, so we have to go and get her.” oh no just what is happening???

Xiao yu had been saying his a-niang had the knife, and they just said the lining of the robr may have been removed with it. Was Wei ying possessed? And why was he drawn away???

HE *WAS* POSSESSED

I wonder of the ghost was mo xuanyu. "“I think it jumped with me,” he says slowly. “The ghost, I mean. It kept saying it was sorry, and that it wouldn’t have doomed me to death if it knew any better.” you know? Thats my current theory

"but if death occurred, it always came exactly twelve moons and a fortnight after the patient was first healed, though I was never able to determine the reason why before I stopped performing the procedure, even for those whose cores I was certain would be sufficient. "

WHAT? W H A T?

"And then the book falls open to the very last page, displaying a half-finished, familiar array with a tiny caption written underneath it in red ink.

Yanghua advised me to make a replicable array for the core sacrifice, in case it should be needed again. Despite her urging, however, I only consented to create one for healing with the sacrifice of one’s own golden core, instead of the core of a willing participant.

Wei Wuxian picks the book up and closes it.

I didn’t have a choice, a mournful voice echoes in the back of his mind. I was dying, Young Master Wei. "

HO L Y SHIT MO XUANYU HAD IT

I know he wrote a will, but there are 10 chapters left so this mf better not die

This is so intense I can barely pause to write. Holy shit. Empathy

"The array he constructed was half of Wei Ying’s and partly his own invention, and the rest was taken from his memory of the physician’s journal he read in Qinghe" /oh/

"but Mo Xuanyu was certain that his jindan would be more than sufficient to heal him; as long as the core was not wholly used up," then tge passage makes more sense now. If the core is weaker, they will die after twelve moons and a fortnight. His core wouldn't be enough, especially considering that even though Wei ying nonlinear had one, before that he was a genius and remarkably powerful

A mistake. There was an accident which may have been the cause of it all. Oh my goodness

"Not a mistake, Mo Xuanyu tries to say. It was written in the belief that two golden cores would be enough to heal you, and your jindan was not there!"

I am losing my goddamn mind

“Wei Wuxian doesn’t need your core, Lan Wangji,” Jiang Wanyin rasps. “He needs his jindan. He needs mine.”

I mean, I was thinking the same but im still very anxious about it...

“Please,” he sobs, knocking his head against the ground until Lan Wangji can hear the sound of it striking the floor. “I have lived in anguish without a jindan, and I have lived for sixteen years without my brother. I know which between the two is worse, and death would be better than knowing that he suffered and died in such a way, because of me. Please, Lang-furen—I know it will be breaking your healing vows, but this is the only way forth, I pray you—”

Yeah alright now im legit crying,,thank goodness I cried yesterday too or id be sobbing rn

"Brothers, sharing a single core, Lan Wangji thinks dizzily, slumping to the floor. One flesh and two masters of a single jindan, which loves and obeys them both. "

Im speechless once more.

It was a success. I'm so glad. This was a Rollercoaster of emotions

"Rather, he needs what you and Wei-xiong have: a faithful, steady deputy who can handle matters in his stead if necessary, and stand beside him in all things no matter what he must face. Luo Qingyang was once that for Jin Zixuan" MIANMIAN!!!!!!!

Nothing warms my heart more than seeing Jiang cheng and wei wuxian be brothers and being happy

"he is as well and grumpy as ever, which delights Wei Wuxian so much that he pushes him into the lake as a welcome-back present.

Jiang Cheng yanks Wei Wuxian in after him, and it reminds Wei Wuxian so much of the happy winters of his youth that he bursts into tears" now im emotional again, this is making me wanna see my sister 🥺😭💙

FINALLY !!! BETROTHED!!!!! WWX REALIZED HES IN LOVE!!!

"Lan Zhan would probably rather kiss Jiang Cheng than blame Wei Wuxian for any of his troubles."LMAO

"squeezing poor Xiao-Yu like a laundress wringing out a tablecloth." Poor xiao yu skfwkgkskkgkw

"Not yet,” the baby protests, when Wei Wuxian makes note of his observations to Jiang Cheng. “Xiao-Yu is little! Only Papa can say my big name.” PRECIOUS !!! Did u kidnap my donkey andjsj lmao

The junior's shenanigans will never stop being funny. Lan Qing being exasperated and fond of her boys is super relatable too and brought a smile to my face

I am jittery with excitement as Lan zhan goes to wei ying

[Brief trivia note: the Ouyang cultivator who brought Xiao-Yu gifts is his paternal grandfather; Xiao-Yu's birth father is the young master from Baling who challenged LWJ's choice to adopt Xiao-Yu during the discussion conference.] holy FUCK HOW THE TURN TABLES?!!!! AH?!!!! DUDEE

Wen ning 🥺😭😭😭😭pls come back 😭😭

WA IT WHAT???? "Wen Ning drags in a deep, loud breath, crying Jie, Jie, Jie, and takes another staggering step into his sister’s arms. " im going to have to re read the second half of this chapter aren't i

Did Lan xiyan summon wen qing to her body to cure the plague and her baby? Or is it something else? “It was, I think, only out of desperation that Lang Xiyan managed to find a remedy that would cure the blinding distemper.” my mind is running in circles

THE SERVING GIRL?

/oh/ it *is* wen qing. Im-

You really did that holy shit. I deeply appreciate tge explanation on the author notes and am happy to see i did understand and realize. I'm gonna have to re re read this a third time to see the foreshadowing again bc its immaculate holy shit. This is so good

"Upon further reflection, perhaps he ought to think about why A-Hong’s words cheer him as they do.

But Jiang Cheng is nothing if not a master of dismissing such matters entirely, so he finishes the rest of his dinner in silence and hurries off to bed. " must all Jiang men be fools when it comes to love?

“Whatever you may wish from me, it is yours already,” Lan Zhan says solemnly. “Our marriage bows have nothing to do with it. Have we not lived as zhangfu and xiang-gong these last thirteen months, my heart?" Im going to get cavities.

The wen siblings arrived to gusu!!!!!! 💙💙💙

"Wei Wuxian slumps back onto the floor like a miserable red pancake as he stares up at the rafters. " I too am crying over wen qing. Also 'miserable red pancake 'ajfjskfkskkf

"Wei Wuxian obeys with his heart in his throat, and blushes so fiercely at the thought of the day to come that Wen Qing giggles herself into a coughing fit. " 🥺🤣🤣🤣

lmao MIANMIAN! Telljng the "are you in love with maiden Luo? " story ajfjamfkskgkskgi prime material always to poke fun at wangxian

THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR 😭🥺🥺💙💙💙💙🥺🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙

"Mm, I know. It’s the same with A-Hua, even though I didn’t give birth to her. She’s mine, the best of me, and she’s going to have everything she could ever want.”

MY HEART!

[a look into the future at Ouyang Zizhen and A-Qing's wedding day! Much baby fluff, feels, and hijinks to follow. <^-^>] !!!!!! IM EXCITED FOR THIS!!

"for the Cloud Recesses loves its troublemakers dearly, and nobody weeps more bitterly than its master when one is finally married away from the sect. " you keep coming out with Bangers for lines these are so good

Aaahhhh my heart!!!!! A single tear of joy dropped from my face as I finished reading sjskciaufis. This was so good !!!!!!! I mm going to go on and read everything in this series of course. I hope I wasn't too bothersome with my long ass coment, quotes and all

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

@stiltonbasket

#the untamed #the untamed fanfic #twelve moons and a fortnight #twelve moons and a fortnight verse #me screaming

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dailycharacteroption · 1 year

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Elder Mythos Cultist (Cleric Archetype)

(art by Rogier van de Beek on Artstation)

In the vast reaches of space and in forgotten places on worlds familiar and alien alike, there are dark things, cosmic beings whose powers rival or even equal contemporary gods, but whom are utterly alien to mortal life. I speak of course of both Great Old Ones and Outer Gods of the Cthulhu Mythos fame, as well as those that were inspired by them without being directly from those works.

Now, these otherworldly beings have their fair share of worshippers and priests, even clerics, but today’s subject goes a step beyond that into a true, mad devotion for these beings, abandoning all pretense of seeking power or knowledge for these beings in favor of serving their will for it’s own sake, either dooming the world they live on, or at least spreading madness and fear.

But that’s a small-brain, surface-level understanding of madness in cosmic horror, so let’s take a moment to look deeper into it.

Now, thanks to the existence of roleplaying systems like Call of Cthulhu, we get an erroneous idea of how cosmic horror entities “drive you insane”, depleting your sanity just by looking at them or by their mere presence sometimes, supposedly as your mind wrestles with the fact a creature so far beyond your ken even exists, which is… not how sanity or mental illness works at all.

Now, to be fair, there is some merit to the system in emulating stress levels and how a mind strains and cracks under extreme duress, but actual permanent damage, is rare, though they may feel the effects for a while, and certainly not spontaneously manifesting mental illnesses that even to this day have poorly understood causes. Best to revise these systems, including Pathfinder’s own sanity system to better emulate them as stress effects rather than losing one’s mind.

In any case, in good cosmic horror, the mental instability that should be associated with it, (aside from the natural stress-related stuff of fear and fighting for your life against an unknown and powerful foe) should be the focus on suddenly having one’s worldview expanded by contact with the unknown, and then the gates of infinity snapping closed, leaving you with only the snippets you could handle afterwards. A blogger on this very site made the comparison of an ant suddenly having the full knowledge of a human being for a moment. How the hell do you go back to being an ordinary ant after seeing how small you are and how big the universe is from the still relatively small viewpoint of another being many orders of magnitude greater than yourself?

The answer, little ant, is that you don’t. You’re left with the scraps your brain managed to hold onto, fragmented memories of when it all made sense and was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. So you obsess over it, you dig into any details you can related to what you saw to try to make sense of it. You try to make contact with greater beings hoping they’ll help you get back to that moment, and maybe you convince yourself that by acting as their agent, you can better understand them and the world they live in. Or you break and are left incoherent and rambling.

Either way, your stability continues to deteriorate under the weight of what you know, and what you used to know. And that is what being an Elder Mythos Cultist is all about.

Now, there are plenty of other cultists of the Elder Gods out there. This archetype is not a prerequisite for worshipping or serving them, but these cultists go from worship to obsession. Others may seek the aid of such beings in a normal devotional way as one would any deity, or specifically seeking power. Today’s subject, on the other hand, have become obsessed interpreters of their will, eager to spread their knowledge to others so they can understand or at least be company in the cultist’s suffering. Such acts might eventually even lead to trying to summon or awaken such an entity, and nevermind if people die or suffer because of it, because they are not as important as such a vast cosmic being.

Orrrrr you could treat them like generic evil cultists but with tentacly things instead of demons. You do you.

This archetype comes with a few restrictions, as you might imagine. They must be chaotic neutral or chaotic evil, having left behind the stability of familiar order with their obsession. They must obviously worship a Great Old One or Outer God, and they only gain one domain, which must be Chaos, Madness, or Void rather than the normal list available to them, though they still can take subdomains if the one in question is also one they could take with their chosen outer god normally.

Their glimpses into the otherworldly have also given them some insight into a variety of otherworldly subjects, even if they have never studied them, which especially comes in handy when the subject turns to Elder Mythos topics.

Wisdom and stability is not something that these clerics are good at, so they use force of personality to fuel their spellcasting, often adopting a mysterious and inscruitable demeanor to mask their damaged psyches and attract followers. However, the stresses their minds have been under give them an weakness against effects that target the mind, especially those that target the aforementioned instability.

Rather than channeling negative energy, these mystics instead unleash a pulse of the raw psychic malevolence of outer beings, breaking down flesh around them, but not bone, plant matter, or unliving matter.

By focusing their attention on a foe, they can overwhelm them with shreds of the insights they have shared, spreading their twisted gift of knowledge in a very literal way. At first, this overwhelms and confuses foes as well as damaging their psyche. However, with time and mastery, they can make the effects last much longer, or even make them permanent near the zenith of their power.

Mental debuffing and control spells are the bread and butter of this archetype, with a bit of physical debuffing or even summoning depending on which domain you take. Either way, this is a flavorful archetype if you want to play an Elder Mythos cleric as either an adventurer or a villain. I recommend investing in some spells to help protect your mind either way.

It might have already been obvious from the diatribe I went into earlier, but given that this archetype is centered around a mentally unstable character, please try to be respectful of people with actual mental illness and/or trauma. Fiction has a long, sordid history of demonizing and dehumanizing folks with mental issues, and the only way we can change that is by challenging the assumptions associated with those tropes until they are no longer societal assumptions.

A patron of every ravenous howling thing in the dark, the horror known as the Prowling Shadow is described as a combination of every nocturnal predator in the known world, as well as many more unfamiliar to scholars. Certain lycanthropic cults, and even rougarou clans see the fiend as a dark patron, and their most unstable priests wield dark predatory power.

Because they are often conflated with skum, deep ones, and other fishy humanoids, locathah are sometimes associated with strange, piscine gods. That is why when his people fall under the sway of an actual cult of a Great Old One, the ranger Bilpallida was hesitant to contact surfacers for help, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

It’s been over a decade since he saw The Door, but ever since that time, Dr. Lingast has obsessed over it, trying to find a way back to that vision, or perhaps the location of the Door itself. In those ten years, he has bargained for power and knowledge to seek it out, accepting the yoke of devotion to an entity that shares a connection with his obsession. On the outside, the doctor remains as he once was, brilliant and analytical. But peel back the layers, and you will find a man who has done, and will continue to do unspeakable things.

#pathfinder #archetype #cleric #elder mythos cultist #rougarou #locathah #Horror Adventures

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loveoaths · 1 year

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writing log: 2021 + 2022

a recent conversation with a good friend made me realize: holy shit, i struggle to acknowledge my accomplishments, especially the creative ones. so i decided to start doing a yearly writing recap to log what work i've done, contextualize the environment i did that work in, and take a moment to just sit back and appreciate how i spent my year. this is the first time i'm doing this, so i'll be combining 2021 and 2022.

in 2021, i...

...got headfucked by illness, but kept writing.

this is not one of those "inspirational disability" things. long covid is the worst thing that's ever happened to me, physically and mentally, and that's saying something. i spent a solid two months not being able to walk, let alone think, and it took three more months for me to be able to read for longer than a few minutes at a time. at one point, my sixty-something year old mother had to hold me up so i could walk a lap around the block that i had been running months prior, and it was a super dark time. i am proud of myself for fighting for my health, advocating for humane treatment, and re-learning how to find solace and comfort and reprieve in reading and writing. i was recuperating in bed most of 2021 (when i wasn't struggling to keep my job lol) so i had a lot of time to come up with project ideas but zero stamina to finish them. i'm still not recovered, and have new chronic illnesses out the wazoo now, but i'm in a much better place these days.

...worked on 21 scripts.

includes new and old projects. my brain was scattered, but i tried.

...developed 12 new project premises.

some are good, others are dogshit. but who cares!

...finished 5 scripts.

three half-hour scripts, and two elevens. combined, that's almost two episodes of prestige television. i'm coming for your ass, tony gilroy!!!

...read 25 books.

comic books, ya novels, non-fiction, autobiographies, picture books; you name it, i read it. most of what i read went in one ear and out the other because of the covid brain damage, but i remember how soothing the act of reading a book while curled up with hot tea under a warm blanket was to my aching brain and body, and i'm glad i tried my best to read even if i knew i could barely understand. a third of this list is picture books and/or middle grade books and graphic novels because that's all i could handle at the beginning of the year. and you know what i found? a lot of those kids books are great, and heart-warming, and delightfully more nuanced than i had ever dreamed. the kids are gonna be alright.

...took 6 writing classes.

i'm glad i did this, but looking back on it this was kind of stupid. my brain was burdened by illness and my response was to... burden it more? for fun??? insane behavior. i highly recommend every course i took (chris amick's pilot development, multiple classes at writing pad, rad sechrist's project tv writing class, patricia villanuvella's 11-minute episode format class, and more) but i do not recommend taking them while your head is fucked. if anyone is interested in learning more about these courses, let me know!

...took on my first pitch project.

i was hired to help write and pitch a kids show, and learned a lot about the pitching process. mostly i learned that an upbeat attitude and a corny joke or two will go a long way. also, that the tv industry is an ouroboric cesspool constantly feeding on its own shit, but i digress.

...developed my first original show pitch.

it's uglier than sin but i love it. developing the pitch actually made me realize the concept is better as a novel series than a show, but i appreciate how much that process taught me about exploring format, structure, and the art of pitching.

...landed my first staff writing gig.

this was my proudest moment. in between numerous ER visits, doctor's appointments, health scares, housing issues, and more, i broke into the industry i love.

in 2022, i...

...was still pretty fucking sick, but doing better.

title says it all. despite losing my emotional support animal to leukemia, i hung in there. feels good.

...took on three writing mentees.

this is still the most shocking thing i did last year. i became a mentor to three fellow brown folks and i love them all dearly. i don't know if i'm a stellar mentor or anything, but i would do just about anything to help them reach their writing goals. i always thought i hated teaching, but it turns out i really enjoy working one-on-one with people as a guide rather than an instructor. my goal is to help all of my mentees break into their respective industries in the next two years.

...took three writing classes.

at this point i'm mostly taking these to meet people and learn new tips and tricks, but i still found them highly rewarding. plus, i realized i work best when i know someone expects to read what i've written the following week. nothing makes you keep a writing deadline like the pain of disappointing a peer! :D

...wrote 63,207 words for work.

i worked two staff writer gigs and seven freelance or contract gigs, and wrote more in a year than i ever have, ever. i know this number isn't high to prose writers, but a 25 page script is around 4,800 to 5,000 words. that's a lot of pages.

in total, i wrote around 22 scripts for work last year.

...wrote 50,018 words for original projects.

i only finished three scripts, and most definitely did not hit my goal of finishing my feature script, but i still finished. all three projects were complex, adult-oriented, and of personal significance to me, and it felt really good to finally finish them. i don't love all of them, honestly, but one of them got me my current manager and generated some buzz around my name that kept me employed, so i'm incredibly appreciative of the work i put into them, and the work they've given me in return.

...read 50 books.

this is my crowning achievement of 2022! i used to be an avid reader and then stopped out of nowhere for several years, but last year i fell back in love with reading, big time. i am proud to say that after a year of re-cultivating my reading comprehension and attention span, i can once again knock out a 300 page book in a day (with some assistance from my good ol' friend, hyperfixation). coaxing myself to just read five pages a day really helped me with some of the executive function issues of not wanting to pick up a book. if you're struggling with reading habits, i really recommend lowering your bar to entry. read for a minute, or read one page, or even just one paragraph. eventually the habit will reform and you'll be back to reading longer.

...wrote 51 loglines.

i struggled to come up with new, creative ideas in 2021, so this jump from 12 to 51 was startling, but highly satisfying. once i stopped worrying about whether the ideas were good, i was able to do more with the freeness that comes with happily being shit at something. and you know what? once i got the shit ideas out, i found a couple of really good ones at the bottom of the barrel.

...had a pretty alright year.

shit still went sideways, i was overworked and exhausted, and my personal life imploded, but looking back on it, i had a lot to be grateful for, and a lot of love and support in my corner, and i'm going to try to be mindful and thankful for the aforementioned as i push myself a teensy bit further in 2023.

...have a few goals for 2023.

they are:

work less, read more

write more indulgent stuff (gay porn, fic, all the nasty dark shit i like)

eat more veggies

do some fucking wrist exercises and get a desk pedaler because holy shit my joints are aging like MILK

thanks for reading.

#writing update.#writing update 2021 + 2022.#long post.

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