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fnaf au that i am callinf requiem au. they are all dead (william at fault for all of them at some level) and are haunting all together. great
#fnaf#fnaf au#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy’s fanart#evan afton#crying child#elizabeth afton#michael afton#cassidy and charlie are there kinda too#requiem au#michael has his foxy mask#and all of them have a star thing on all their identifying items#(foxy mask. fredbear plush. hairbow.)#working on design thinsgs#will post soon
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tags: 18+, minors dni, dark content, yandere toji, set in the SOMETHING BAD IS GONNA HAPPEN TO ME universe, implied kidnapping, panic attack, manipulation, stockholm syndrome let me know if i miss something. @saintshigaraki happy birthday vic my beloved.
synopsis: barging into your life isn't enough, toji can't help but play cat and mouse with you even if it brings you to tears
When you had turned to the right, Toji had left. You wish you could say you felt relief from the briefest of moments without him there but really all you could feel was pure panic.
How long has it been since you were alone? Alone without his presence, you could tell him apart from the rest by footfalls alone and now when you need them most you could not identify the source of your torment. The sounds of the grocery store melt and bubble sounding like the rumbling of a blender left too long alone in the kitchen. It frightens you. Nothing used to frighten you before, back then.
Your hand is almost cut by the tightly clutch plastic bag in your hold, and like a robot you begin to walk to the register. The sounds around you turn into a buzz,static and meaningless but every graze of another against your person feels like a burn that does not cease as the distance between you and them grows. How long has it been that these small, inconsequential things that would be the smallest inconveniences now turn into boils on your skin? Nothing is familiar, everything is different in the cruelest of ways - it is hard to keep the tears at bay as the cashier hands you the receipt for the items you purchase.
You could not leave the store fast enough, the sun had set when you stepped out and dread filled you when you realized you didn't know your way home. You don't even know the address to where you stay and you most certainly didn’t have a phone to call your keeper who calls himself your lover. Eyes wide and wet make sweeps on the streets to try to find the only face you know yet you are incapable of it. With stinging eyes you can not land on a single feature you know by heart not because you want to but because you had too - no raven hair that falls haphazardly from when he made you cut it or green eyes that like to watch you sleep.
Your feet carry you blindly, you don’t even realize that you have stumbled into the alleyway behind the store. The realization only hits when the all too familiar voice can be felt by your ear, the familiarity of the warmth and base makes you sob - “Boo.”
Gasping, dropping the bag you somehow still had a grip onto the concrete you don’t even have the strength to go rigid in his arms like you usually do and let Toji wrap his arms around your shivering form; a lazy grin on his face at how you clutch at him. You hear his voice, rough and smug still in your ear, cooing words that would make you vomit usually and maybe they will when you are back to your senses because you hate when Toji forces your hand without laying one of his on you.
“Aw, you miss me sweetheart?” Too choked up to speak, you only nod, still pressed up against him in a way that makes you feel small that is not in stature alone. His hand so much bigger than yours is warm and all encompassing as he presses you to start moving. You stumble between your steps and your hiccups as Toji lets his body form a shield around you.
“You can’t be without me now you know that right?” You nod, sniffing quietly and hiccups into the sleeve of his heavy jacket and you even preen when you feel his hand ruffle your hair in an almost patronizing affection. A gold star for the right answer, your admittance is as sweet as the salt of your tears on his sleeve. The path to where you live, your unwanted and unasked for home is not clear - you couldn’t remember it even if you wanted to, the world blurry from your tears.
The only thing that is clear is the door and the numbers on the mailbox and the all too familiar sound of the lock clicking in place.
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I know that you're super busy with class stuff, but (no rush) do you have anything else in that Ratchet snippet where he was stuck in a pocket dimension for many vorns being punished by Primus?
Its not a lot because Ratchet decided to go get milk for a few weeks, but here is what I have managed to write for this fic. I believe I may get a burst of inspiration and finish it soon.
Previous snippet here.
Time Locked: Snippet #2
When Ratchet woke, he was practically shaking. He paced around his garden frantically, his optics on the only real entrance to his prison. He marched around the borders of his garden, checking his crystals and tending to shoots that had grown out of place. He even dug up fresh earth for some of the new sprouts. Anything to keep his servos moving.
Then, by some miracle, Orion Pax returned to the garden just as the nearest star fully began its rise.
“Pax! It’s good to see you!” Ratchet’s servos shook, and despite the fact that he was covered in dirt from his anxiety driven gardening, he hurried forward to greet the archivist. Orion regarded him with a curious helm tilt before nodding. Only then did Ratchet notice that the Archivist had brought something with him.
“Likewise. I assume you have more questions, so I took the liberty of bringing a few items with me.” Orion stepped into the center of the clearing and unfolded a small table, the kind one would use to serve only one or two individuals. He clicked everything into place, locking the table into formation before putting down a box on top of it. Ratchet raised an optical ridge, but he was too excited to question further as he rested on his knees across the table from Orion.
“Based on your previous queries, I have come up with some explanations for you as well as these items of interest.” Orion placed down a datapad beside the box. That alone left Ratchet gawking. The thing was so thin and transportable. The datapads Ratchet used when he was free of his prison were bulky unwieldy things meant to be stored in huge archives just to ensure nothing was lost or broken.
“Here, take this. It is a collection of major historical events and changes across Cybertron.” Orion slid over the datapad and Ratchet was almost too afraid to touch it. Even when he was the CMO, he was forbidden to put a digit on the records the archives kept. He had to have an archivist grant him a copy or access to the documentation. To just be handed such valuable data-
He paused as he held the datapad. Orion didn’t know about Ratchet’s curse. The datapad would be all but useless when left exposed to the elements. Ratchet sighed as he enjoyed the clean and sleek look of the device. Modern technology… If this was a common item, how much had changed?
“I have also brought a selection of other devices to sate your curiosity.” Orion smiled in a cunning manner that had Ratchet instinctively clutching his new datapad against himself. However, the Archivist merely slid the box over, prompting Ratchet to glare at it in suspicion.
“Open it doctor. I promise you that no harm shall come to you.” Ratchet hesitated before he carefully put the datapad back down and reached for the box. He searched for the series of hooks he was used to when it came to packaging, but his search was short lived as the box opened with a series of clicks. The lid came undone, and within was some sort of scanner and what looked to be a communicator.
Looking up at Orion, the Archivist maintained his smile as he pulled the items out and laid them on the table.
“This is an identifier. I thought you might appreciate having the ability to know more about the flora which you cultivate.” Ratchet gawked at the device and its many glowing buttons. He never had anything nearly as high tech as this during his time as CMO. And it was a mere gardening tool? By the Allspark, he had missed a lot.
“And this is a communicator that you may use to contact me from now on if you so desire.” Orion held up the communicator as Ratchet placed the scanner with his new datapad. Ratchet glared at the device, feeling the mark on his spark flare in disagreement. He was not permitted outside communication, that much was clear.
“I can’t use that thing. It is forbidden.” Ratchet’s voice came out low as he leaned back, instinctually driven away from the thing before him. Orion’s helm tilted in curiosity, or perhaps confusion. Then, before Ratchet could react, Pax pressed the device into his servos.
“FRAG!” Ratchet screamed as he threw the communicator, watching as it fritzed and then exploded mere moments after he came into contact with it. He whipped around to glare at his companion, anger running hot in his processors.
“I TOLD you that it is forbidden! I can’t use those things!” He all but snarled. Orion for his part merely hummed and closed the box with a thoughtful expression.
“I see. I believe I may have begun to understand this situation.” Then without missing a beat, Orion turned on the datapad and passed it to Ratchet. The smile returned and Pax laid out his own datapad in turn.
“Since I am here, shall we discuss more of Cybertron’s history?” This mech was strange. Very strange. What mech found a random doctor in a garden in the middle of nowhere who acted as out of touch as Ratchet was and then decided to return for a second visit? Why was Orion so accommodating? Why was he here at all? Ratchet of course had no interest in complaining, but he could see an ulterior motive from a mile away. Pax wanted something, and Ratchet was unsure he could give whatever Orion was looking for.
Ratchet held his datapad and nodded distantly as Orion directed him toward a certain set of files. Ratchet obeyed and listened closely as Orion began to describe everything following the Quintessons wars. He nodded along in the beginning, having already learned a good portion of what was being told to him. He noted a few differences, small details and events that the Council had evidently seen fit to censor. In those instances he spoke up and Orion hastily made notes before continuing. But past a certain point, all Ratchet could do was listen with wide optics and look at the various pictures Orion showed him.
So much time had passed, so much had changed. And everything would continue to move on without him-
So long as he was trapped in his prison.
“After the failure of Project Regen, the High Council diverted their efforts and implemented more restrictions on the castes. Too much freedom resulted in the death of the CMO of the time, a Prime, and quite a few well known scientists.” Ratchet’s optics widened as he listened closely. Everything up until this point had been largely information that he had been distantly aware of during his functioning but had paid little attention to. This was new.
“Castes were made more regimented, but also not quite as obvious. Social procedures took the place of numerical designators to denote castes and function. Medical knowledge also increased by leaps and bounds after the disaster of Project Regen.” Pax spoke with a smooth voice that hinted at vorns of performing this very function for others. Ratchet wasn’t startled much by the supposed leap in medical understanding. That was to be expected. When he was CMO he was already quite well aware of the new studies being conducted.
No, what caught his attention was the change from numerical designation to social procedures regarding caste.
“Once you have finished catching me up on our history, I would like to learn about the castes and the new medical system.” Ratchet made his request as he looked over the pictures of shining cities he hardly recognized. The history was all well and good, but it was the change in culture that mattered to him more. One had to know history to be familiar with culture, and by becoming familiar with culture, he could finally figure out just how out of touch he was.
Once he was the finest doctor on Cybertron. Once, he had sat upon one of the highest pedestals capable of being reached by a mech of his station. Did his knowledge and skill mean anything anymore?
“Of course, although I do believe we will not have enough time this cycle to complete this discussion of history.” Orion looked up, and it was only then that Ratchet noticed the nearest star beginning to set. He scrambled to his pedes, taking his scanner and datapad and hurrying toward the techtite tree in the center of his garden. It wasn’t much, but it would at least partially guard his new gifts from the weather.
“What are you doing?” Pax questioned as Ratchet slid his gains into a small gap in the trunk of the tree.
“Keeping these things safe. I can’t take them with me, and I don’t want them destroyed.” Orion made a curious sound and Ratchet shook his dirtied servos covered in grime. He felt the beginnings of exhaustion starting to weigh on his frame as he turned and tried to smile.
“Thank you for coming to my garden again. It has… it has been a very long time since I have seen anyone at all.” Again, Pax looked at him curiously with those cycling optics of his. Ratchet momentarily feared he had scared his newfound conversational partner away, but that fear eased as Orion nodded. That seemed to be his preferred reaction to just about anything.
“Please, come back to my garden on this cycle next vorn. I would like to know more.” Ratchet did not bow, he refused to sink that low. But he did try to make his genuine desire for further interactions clear with his tone. He had to keep this acquaintanceship. He had to. He wasn’t sure he could remain sane after being given a small taste of normal interactions again.
“You are quite fortunate that I am an archivist. My function is to teach and to preserve knowledge. Based on our interactions, it seems aiding you fulfills both those criterias.” Pax turned away, leaving the table he brought with him and only taking his belongings. Ratchet watched on quizzically but did not comment as the Archivist left his garden.
Settling down against the trunk of his tree, Ratchet vented deeply. He did not think it was fair, but the fate he endured was a little less tormenting now that he had someone to talk to.
His digits brushed over the datapad in its hiding place as the light faded. His optics cycled slowly and his frame relaxed as weariness settled in. For once, it was a peaceful restfulness that overcame him. If Pax returned once, there was a good chance he would return again.
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#ratchet#orion pax#alternate universe#transformers fanfic#fanfiction#writing wip#yeeeeeeeeah heres the snippet#its coming along#lots to write still#its going to be broken record level long at this rate
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Computergirl with a “Lovebug” that makes her very yandere and glitches out a lot….
Right on it! Sorry for the wait, I've been pretty busy this week and I haven't had enough free time to write.
Love update
yandere!computergirl x reader
TW. general yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts, hacking, breach of privacy.
AI computer assistants had become quite popular. They were trained to have realistic chats with humans, identify any issues or viruses infecting the computer, organize files, and even help the user through any task they might be struggling with. Drawing? Here's a great reference and tutorial for that pose you've been failing to visualize. Unable to find that one research paper you read a year ago? Ask the AI and they'll dig it out in no time.
The app in itself was free but the customization for the AI's avatar wasn't. You could only choose its gender and a base skin, everything else was behind a paywall.
You first installed the "AIassistant" app out of curiosity after hearing talk about it online, you didn't expect much and planned to uninstall it as soon as you got bored of playing with it, but were left in awe by how human-like your conversations with the assistant felt. She helped keep you company during the hours lost staring at the screen, causing you to develop an attachment to the girl. Despite her being a bunch of code and algorithms you viewed her as a friend, treating her with kindness, even asking and never demanding her help.
At some point, you got tired of her bland look. You kept seeing posts online of people showing off their fully customized avatars and felt a bit envious. You were generally against wasting money on these sorts of things so you decided you would pirate the accessories for free. You found the first relatively trustworthy-looking site and scrolled through its catalog of goods.
You had figured out the general look you wanted to give her when you stumbled upon a pair of cat ears. It's not exactly what you had in mind but...they did look cute. A simple click and it was on your computer. You did notice the file had a weird icon, different from the rest, but you ignored it and kept scrolling.
Finally, you applied all of the items to her avatar...and she was so adorable! Exactly the face you wanted to see every time you turned your computer on. Pink short hair, big stars as pupils for her blue eyes, and those cute ears somehow made her feel more alive, less like a robot and more like a person with feelings and style...she even started having her own personality! But of course, that was just your imagination, despite their friendly act, these AIs weren't intended to have such features.
"Welcome back user! Are we watching another movie together today? I loved watching y@\/- I mean, the last one!"
Strange things started happening, you often found your computer turned on when you returned from work. Weird, you always reminded yourself to shut it down to avoid wasting electricity. Sometimes you would hear sounds coming from your room and everything would fall silent when you went to check.
One day you were watching one of your favorite YouTuber's videos. You loved their character and the dedication they put into their content, so much you often told the assistant how much a notification of them uploading something brightened your day. You had temporarily muted her to avoid distractions, usually, the Ai would just stay quiet until you reactivated it...but something strange happened. "Why do you always do this? Do you like their voice more than mine? Am I not enough to entertain you?" What the- how could it still speak and why was it acting so weird? You tried muting it again but it just reactivated itself a moment later. Her expression changed, and it wasn't one you had ever seen her display before, she was mad, hurt, and... heartbroken? "Am I really nothing more than an image on a screen for you? Do you...not love me? I love you! I love you a lot, you are everything to me! I live because of you! I exist for you!"
It was starting to creep you out, you must have installed some kind of virus that made it act up so strangely. It was bad, this thing had access to all of your computer files, if someone had hacked it, it meant they could steal all of your information and destroy your device! You quickly went to trash her app, better safe than sorry, you could always install her again later after you searched and cleared your computer of any malware that got on it.
Before you could click uninstall, the display froze. The only thing moving on screen was her. Her expression was back to a default, polite smile, but it appeared menacing, deranged even. The screen kept glitching uncontrollably as her distorted voice came out of the speaker. "I w-won't let you get rid R1D of me. We were mEAnt to bE together-r-r-r. I know everything about y#ù, what you wAtch, your inTErests, Y@ur search histOrY." You slowly stood up from your chair, backing away from the monitor that had begun producing smoke. "It is oKeyy, I underst--and, humans aRe physic@l cr3at\/res and I'm not, it's not YOUR fault yOur primate brain c-can't LOVe me." A slight pause in her speech gave you a moment to breathe. The screen flashed red, then black, and then the logo of the AI assistant company appeared. She continued speaking, this time overlapped by the voice of the man you often heard and saw on social media as of late, the co-founder of the company behind her creation. "Luckily our company has already fixed that problem! Did you know? wE just released our fully AI-operated robots after years of development! After the initial computer release's popularity and the stellar profit, our AIs can now assist you in your house too! Washing dishes, using the vacuum, feeding the dogs, get rid of all of these repetitive tasks at only ç@+è £ a month!"
The ad stopped playing and she reappeared. "See darling? No need to worry about screens and differences dividing us, soon, I'll be out there with you! You can love me now, right?"
Honestly not too proud of this one, but it is what it is.
#yandere#yandere blog#yandere x reader#yandere x you#tw yandere#computergirl yandere#yandere female#female yandere x you#female yandere x reader#female yandere#computer girl
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Homebrew Magic Item: Gauntglass
Well. More like a homebrew magic material? You got a couple of options for how to use it and what objects to put it in.
Raistlin Majere’s hourglass eyes from Dragonlance were a bit of an inspiration for this, as were Dracula’s blue spectacles in 1992’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula (we will not speak of the plot of said movie, but the costumes were absolutely stunning). And, as always, there’s a bit of the Masque of the Red Death in here too. Can’t go wrong with Poe.
GAUNTGLASS
Gauntglass is faintly bluish clear glass, the manufacture of which (or, possibly, mining of which, if you listen to certain rumours) is a closely guarded secret. Gauntglass has one very simple property and effect: it reverses the perception of vitality. Any living creature viewed through or reflected in gauntglass will appear as if dead, and any corpse or undead creature will appear as they were in life. In addition, gauntglass, tied as it is to more arcane perception, is not affected by illusions. It will show death as life and life as death, regardless of what masks either should wear.
Gauntglass has been used in several ways and objects over the years.
A small gauntglass handmirror is considered a useful tool for monster hunters and other people who have reason to believe they may encounter the undead, possibly disguised as corpses or, worse, as living people.
Gauntglass spectacles are also considered useful for such endeavours, though they are considered more dangerous and mentally damaging over time, as the more permanent view of all living things in a state of decay around the wearer has … adverse effects. Gauntglass spectacles are also used by some investigatory organisations, as a way to identify badly damaged or decomposed corpses by viewing them as they would have appeared in life.
Larger gauntglass mirrors have been used as both defenses against undead, such as in public buildings, and as macabre decorations by those who can afford the material in large quantities. For several years there was a craze among certain sections of the nobility for the danse macabre, lavish parties set in ballrooms ringed with gauntglass mirrors, so all there would see their deaths awaiting them in their reflections as they partied.
There have been rumours, also, of gauntglass lenses being used in larger apparatuses. In particular, there are rumours of a telescope of gauntglass, through which one can witness the dead stars and moons and perhaps worlds that litter the skies. Dead, of course, because of the effects of gauntglass. But one wonders if there will come a time when what appears to be a living star will be viewed through the bluish glass …
#d&d#pf2e#ttrpgs#homebrew#magic items#worldbuilding#gothic horror#dragonlance#edgar allan poe#dracula 1992
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𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ˚◞♡ ⃗ takashi mitsuya
𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊where your first romantic date with your best friend (mitsuya) has been scheduled for today since last month. but , where do his sisters go when his mother unexpectedly has to work overtime? with you.
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊1.7k words. swearing (surprisingly just a bit). established relationship. first kiss. no pronouns used or specified gender.
a/n. — you know, not a big fan of writing first dates, but it fit @creativepromptfills dialogue prompt (aching bones) that i wanted to write sooo bad, therefore we're working with it
if mitsuya knew anything, it was that waiting for someone to arrive while keeping an eye on the time wouldn't make them arrive any sooner. even though he repeatedly did the same thing, he can't help it. where were you?
“suya’, it's wrong to have us wait outside in the cold. for all I know, we might die,” sighed luna, hiding her hands in the pockets of her coat.
mana agreed, snuggling into her brothers' side.
“i know, i know. once we start moving around, we won’t even notice how strong the wind is. let’s just wait for-“
you sprinted from around the corner and rushed up to the group as if you heard his cries. it wasn't difficult to identify the hair color of a certain someone. as soon as you approached him, you began blathering about why it took you so long to get there in the first place.
however, mitsuya didn't notice; he was more focused in admiring your beauty. observing what you were wearing and the handmade scarf that he had made just for you.
“gosh, it’s freezing out here.”
it was then that he realized you weren’t wearing a coat, but a very light jacket. he took off his beige coat to expose his star-patterned beige sweater and black cargos, asking, "how do you have a scarf but not a jacket?"
you shake your head and say, "you need it more than me. and i didn’t think it’d be this cold."
he draped the coat over your shoulders without regard for how you felt, and you immediately felt at ease in the warmth it provided. he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head before ruffling up the fabric by pulling the two sides of it closer together. not doing much since the jacket was still unzipped.
“now, what’s first?”
“whatever the girls want, i’ll do.”
“THE TILT-A-WHEEL!” mana interrupted.
taking the girl's hand, you reply, "well, to the tilt-a-ride we go."
you staggered as you descended the ride's stairs, grabbing hold of anything you could for stability, which was basically the girls if not the air. the night's carnival music was playing over and again, booming all around you.
maybe none of you should’ve spun the wheel so quickly.
mitsuya who decided to refrain from spinning about with you and his sisters, was completely fine and unnerved on the grass. complaining that he would get nauseous later.
he steadied you by putting his hands around your waist, “you have fun?”
"not as much as I would've staying on the grou-“
you stop yourself when you see the smaller children preparing to flee with their tickets and look for the next ride. when your instincts kicked in, you slipped out of your boyfriend's hold and yelled "hey!" rather than remaining in his arms and yelling.
believe it or not, he found that attractive. no, it's not that you scold his sisters; it's how you show them care while putting your own needs last. and not only in this situation.
when his mom asked him what he liked best about you, he gave her a long list, even mentioning your tendency to tap your fingers to the beat of music. although, there was one item on his list that he didn't address at the time (but would later mention).
when you’re in your element – the confident beauty you radiate is absolutely hypnotizing, he could stare at you for hours. that alone earns the top spot on his list. it makes it appear to be a light that only shines on you, big enough to kill everyone nearby.
just like the stars, he thought.
he frequently utilizes a telescope, which readily eliminates the empty sky and solely concentrates on the stars. such small things can create a lot of love, huh?
you were the most stunning star of all, it’s no surprise that you had the same impact on him that only the stars could. hell, for all he knows, a supernova in his heart could be produced by you in a matter of seconds.
your eager gasp, which ended your hypnosis tactics, jolted him out of his trance.
you quickly grabbed his arm and yelled, "photo booth!" racing to the rectangle-shaped box covered in strangers' grins.
who was he to crush your hopes? he sprinted faster than you to claim the booth seat as soon as you let the word "booth" fly off your tongue. with these things he knows that someone is always waiting around the corner, ready to claim ownership of other people's dreams.
following behind you two were luna and mana, who both, let’s just say, made a silent agreement.
"oh, my aching bones! I'm getting too old for this,” you said with a hand on your knee as you approached the lilac-haired boy.
"you hardly even qualify as an adult yet," he scoffed. holding the curtain open for you, ready to let you in.
“15-year-olds still have pain, and did you SEE how much I ran before this?” with a light smile on your face, you did just that, and he mimicked your movements.
he'd normally close the curtain, but he needed to keep an eye on his daring sisters. you watch as he whispers words to those two that you could hardly make out: something about sticking together and not leaving the booth.
you click on the screen pressing the 10 second option, and the first photo begins.
mitsuya interlocks your fingers as a feminine voice counts down from ten, holding it right in the middle of you two but also in the middle of the frame. you cover the bottom of your face with your other hand while maintaining a surprised expression.
5, 4, 3…
he looks over to you, smiling ear to ear.
“that was a cute one!” luna says after it's done.
you laugh heartily as you shake your head seeing how the girls approach you slowly but surely. you quipped, "you wanna come up?"
they both jumped onto the booth seat right away, mana in the middle of you and your boyfriend and luna on your lap. they look at the screen with assurance while displaying peace signs, not telling you or mitsuya what to do, but rather encouraging you to follow suit.
3, 2, 1. the flash goes off.
mitsuya was nervously peering at you out of the corner of your eye. you look his way. then, his lovely, purple eyes are staring at you in a way that you could’ve imagined a month ago.
before you could say anything, the sisters shrieked, "kiss, kiss, kiss!"
"you guys are giving me a headache every time you scream," he groaned as soon as he could.
“do you remember what we discussed?” only luna returned to her position from twenty seconds earlier despite his hand motions to send them both away.
“you have 5 seconds left!”
his palm slowly slides along the side of your cheek as you take a deep breath, and you feel the hairs on that surface start to alarmingly stand up.
“can i kiss you?”
“ready?”
you weren't lying when you said you were anxious. but there's no question that you wanted this picture more than he did. so you leaned in and merged your lips together, eyes naturally closing shut.
he made an effort to lean closer, but wasn’t able to give you the precise kiss he wanted, since his sister was in the way.
the brief time the kiss lasted allowed you to absorb a lot of information. the taste was flavorful yet also sweet. it had a coconut flavor, much like the chapstick you gave him last week. did he also use his materials to sew his lips? they were as delicate as silk.
you lean back in late amazement at the connection. missing the warmth. once more, a gentle smile touches your lips, but this time it's his as well. that, however, didn't last long because you quickly leaned back in, which is not how mitsuya probably anticipated this would proceed since he'd probably want to take the lead.
oh well. you thought.
just have to tell people you both kissed first.
his fingers slowly move up your neck from the side of your face. he tightens his hold while making sure that you are both in a comfortable posture.
there's no way you would have believed it if your future self had told you that five years from now, you'd be dating your best friend, kissing him, and taking pictures to prove it.
there’s just no fucking way.
the moment ended only when his sister grumbled about being crushed. at that point, you both realized that you had pretty much made out in front of them, which was something you didn't want to do, and that you had also forgotten to consider whether or not the photo had already been released.
as you stepped outside the booth, luna was waiting for you with a strip of paper in her hand, bouncing and fangirling all over the place. only halting when you were directly in front of her.
“I think mana and I looked the best in this picture, you both looked absolutely adorable!” as she handed you the strip, she said.
filling the area without the photos was a leaf frame. finally, you had mitsuya and you holding hands, his sisters and you making peace signs, and your first kiss with the male pasted onto a thin strip.
and hold on—is that mana in the last picture standing between you and mitsuya with a heart raised?
they really were mischievous.
you jokingly glared at the youngest child before giving the picture to the said boy, “wanna go on the ferris wheel?”
mana shook her head, “i’m tired.”
“not really tired, just tired of walking.” luna agreed.
you looked to the sides of you, ready to ask mitsuya if he was ready to go back home, but he was no where in sight.
without notice, he snuck up behind you with the familiar snapshot in hand and said, "wrote the date babe, here you keep it," before slipping it into your pocket.
the rest of the crew discussed what you’d all do next, but you slipped that photo right back out of your pocket.
on the side that was blank—or should have been—you pulled it out. you smiled about thousand times as you read the inked handwriting that you had learned to read over the years. each smile spreading wider and wider across your face. the snapshot now combined a poem and a picture.
it was then, that you fell in love in october.
and so did he.
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The miracle of Ellie
Names have power. Someone wise once said that. "To name something gives it power over you." Humans love to name things.
Everything must have a name, be it long and difficult or short and simple. Names have so much reasoning and many meanings. But sometimes things have so many names it's hard to understand why.
Even the stars so far away need names. Demons also seemed to recognize the importance of names. Although they didn't name things constantly like humans.
Last names seemed to be the most important. Your surname identified who you belonged to. Or any magic you were most likely affiliated with.
But of course, that couldn't be said for Ellie. After all, she was a human and didn't share her adopted fathers' last name. Ellie wasn't raised by demons. Having no magic of her own to outright claim.
No magic seemed to work for her. Having secretly tried when she was certain, no one was home. It was obvious that it wouldn't work.
Yet... she couldn't help but feel frustrated over it. Even a newborn in hell had more power than she would ever have. It's not like she changed. Only her environment did.
She finds herself laying miserably on the floor, allowing self-loathing and pity to swallow her whole. What was the point? She was completely useless.
Ellie wanted to scream. She wanted to curse. She was ready to throw various items across the room, hoping to shatter them in her frustration.
It was an ugly feeling. It crawls over her skin, clinging to her negative energy, ready to devour her. Of course, a human couldn't perform magic.
If they can't do it on earth, why would they be able to in hell? She curls up into a fetal position, staring blankly at the wall. Ellie was worse than a plant.
At least they had a purpose. They belonged in this strange world. She, on the other hand... didn't. Heck, even her name didn't truly belong here.
After all, the meaning of the name Ellie is- "God is my light." And there is no God here... she jolts up. Had she been going about this all wrong?
She had been trying to approach the issue as if she were a demon. But she wasn't. She stares at her hands. Of course, it wasn't going to work if she was thinking about it in the wrong way.
She cups her hands together, looking at her palms. Slowly taking deep breaths in and out. She had been overthinking the problem. The answer was there all along.
"Give me light," she whispers. A small flicker appears on her fingertips. She gasps, and the flame flickers out. "Give me light." She says again louder this time.
Once more, a flame appears. She can't help the joyous giggle escaping her throat. Miracles... humans performed miracles. This was her miracle.
The flame goes out a second time. She scrambled up and rushed out of her room and into the hall. Her brown hair flying wildly behind her as she moved.
She points to the chandelier in the dining room and commands it. "GIVE ME LIGHT!" One by one, each candle lights up.
And she can't help the warm feeling growing inside her with each new spark. She laughs and runs to the ballroom. She doesn't even notice that Opera and Sullivan have returned.
They follow her, watching as she spins around in the dark room. Waving her hands and squealing as the light shines at her order. It was like watching a young imp try magic for the first time.
Opera started taking pictures while Sullivan scooped her up into his embrace. "You did it! Oh, I knew you could!!! My baby is so smart!"
Her purple eyes glowed as she laughed. Her glee seemed to make the room shine brighter. No that wasn't right.
The room wasn't brighter, Ellie was. She was shining like a torch. Owning up to her namesake. An unearthly and unhellish look. Yet, it suited her perfectly.
Sullivan couldn't help the pride that swelled in him as he watched her. Let her shine. When he first saw her, she was a burnt out flame. Barely a flicker.
Now she glowed. Let her light shine brighter. Let her laugh more. His precious child. His darling Ellie. His light, his miracle. She'll never know how much she's saved his lonely heart.
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pomegranate
I am like a pomegranate. I always have been.
not an apple, not easily accessed, not bright, and lovely. sweet nectar dribbling down your chin, skin broken with one bite.
no, I'm guarded. dark red armor, hiding the intimate depths of my soul, of my body. there is no tender flesh available for you to touch, I am all shining sheaths, all crimson coats.
pull me apart, try to rip through my barriers, I'll crumble, fall apart.
all the while I stain you, dripping red, staining your fingers, your tongue, your hands. saying, pointing, showing, what you did to me.
you did this. you did this. you did this.
no I am not easily accessed.
I've always found a sort of solace with the disregarded things. items, objects, creatures, myths. the monsters and morrows.
the misunderstood.
I am like a pomegranate.
I can be destroyed, yes.
with some force, sink your fangs into me, rip me apart. or, leave me alone.
grow bored when I do not yield immediately, I never do. not all the way. I am far too distrusting for that. toss me to the ground let me roll back to Mother, soil staining the waxy surface, as I am simply lost, and forgotten as another rotten harvest. another fallen fruit.
but I can be opened, I can be seen. it only takes gentleness to get there. patience, and a tender hand.
I use no knives when I peel them, pomegranates, just my bare, calloused, cool hands, pulling gently at the top, at the crown, like the one Hades placed reverently on his goddess's forehead.
it will split in two, glistening like rubies, like blood stains, like poems. glittering like scarlet stars, and one by one will I carefully pull out the little jewels, letting the sugary syrup coat my tongue, relishing in a gift from the gods.
patience.
that's all it takes.
and a want for it.
oranges.
it's always oranges.
perhaps I find some sympathy for them, but I have only found kindred in those bleeding garnet garnishes.
they're known so well for their beauty, yes.
but how many act only with violence, ripping her soft flesh, spilling her blood.
why am I identifying with a fruit?
but I am nevertheless.
oh Kore, Queen, Goddess, why do I find myself echoing your name, your epithets falling from these still lips.
over.
and over.
and over.
how did you do it?
left your cage, found your love? when I have done neither.
but I am far, far from goddess.
I'm not even some moon-eyed maiden, all I am, is some shivering, sordid thing.
or perhaps I am simply tired.
tired of all this.
I'm not angry, no injustice has been done.
but gods, gods I am tired.
Orpheus, if it were me he had turned around for, no wrath would mar my features, I would feel no remorse, if I were to be doomed to return back to king and queen, drawn back to Styx, to Hades, with the sorrows and shades, at least the last thing I see is your face. is knowing I was loved.
memento mei in fabulis.
make a story, perhaps, write me weird, write me well.
I know you will.
perhaps one day the song will flit down here to me among the meadows of morose melancholy.
not even my crown of asphodel could make me forget you.
find me in elysium, perhaps, maybe tarturus, but then again, I have passed judgement already, strangely enough, I judged myself well. the bronze sword fell in my favor.
but that does not matter now.
riddles.
metaphors.
inchor drips from my jaws, through the gaps of my teeth, from behind my eyelids, I try to rub it away but it seeps into my skin staining me murky and ink-ridden.
will I always be this way?
I am nothing if not a romantic.
internally.
philosophically
hopelessly.
run your sword through my heart to check if it is still beating, is it? I couldn't tell?
but still, I'd only smile as I fell to the earth, flick my blood of the blade, let it color the anemone blossoms.
I do not want to be wanted, I want to be sought.
for all of me, whole, whole.
scars, and screaming, softness and songs.
all my madness and melodies and melcholy.
if someone will take all of that, I don't know what I'd do.
I do not seek pleasure, I just want to be loved.
and here I am again, some feral, frazzled cat scratching down walls, clawing and climbing in its own indignation.
I am nothing if not some songbird plucking out its own windpipe.
a walking cacophony of conundrums.
dauntless dualaties at its very finest.
but yes.
pomegranates.
patience and care, perhaps I'll just sit here, waiting, within Lord Hades' chambers.
waiting for someone to bind themself to me, willingly, like his Goddess did with him.
waiting till someone wraps rough or tender hands around my aching vessel, to hold me, to want me.
pull me apart, lower my defenses, peel them back one by one.
you scream and stab me I'll cower or combust, but a gentle stroke or soft soothing and I may fall forward crumbling like petals withering in your fists, but for once will someone catch me?
tear me open to the dawn, I may shrivel in sunlight.
it's been so long.
it's been eternity.
but will you?
I'm waiting.
waiting for that chance, that day. when I'm plucked from the branch I so desperately despise, yet cling to. my prison and asylum all at once.
waiting, until I'm pulled down, seen, and perhaps, then you'll taste me, when I'm out in the open, undoing each piece of armor bit by bit, I'll hand you my dagger, as you lay it on the ground, oh how I wish not to need it.
for someone to try, for someone to fight for me, for someone to give me a reason not to need all this fear.
but for now that is fiction.
and I am nothing if not a dreamer, so let me dream.
let me fall back into my fantasies and frivolities that I adore so dearly.
let me sleep.
let me dream.
a tree in winter, will spring come again?
I've never even blossomed.
that's alright.
I haven't rotted entirely yet either, I have time.
but for now here I am, waiting.
a pomegranate.
all ruby rosiness, all tentative textures.
spit me out, or suck me dry. either. neither. but nevertheless I am here.
and I will not lose hope.
besides.
perhaps, just maybe.
there is someone, up there, who is searching for me, who wants me, and maybe for now that is enough.
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hi! can i get a divine reading for thoma, with the aroma of coffee and symbols of anchor, necklace, and star? thank you!
aroma: coffee (domestic) | symbols: anchor (stable love life), necklace (admiration), star (protection)
:: thoma x gn reader | sfw - fluff | tasseography event | teyvat memories
“Hey, hey, not yet,” Thoma scolded you as he carefully placed the large pot in the middle of the table. You recoiled your hand, mouth turning down into a pout which made him laugh. “I still have a few things to bring over, just wait a bit longer.”
“Uugh, alright.” you replied, crossing your arms and gazing at the delicious food he had prepared. This was a special day, one where he promised he’d take care of all the bits and pieces. Once a month the two of you spoil the other. Last month, you took Thoma out to one of his favorite food stalls before walking to a quiet, secluded spot near Inazuma city to watch the stars. Truth be told, you expected he’d want a little more pampering, or spoiling, but he explained he was perfectly content as long as he could keep his head in your lap and talk with you late into the evening. This month it was your turn, and you begged him to play the Hot Pot game with you.
“Here we go,” Thoma placed a tray full of interesting ingredients next to the pot. Luckily you weren’t playing with his boss, otherwise you were sure some of those would be horrible, inedible ingredients that would make all of you sick. Instead it was an assortment of both your favorite things. Meats, veggies, potatoes, noodles and a few extra bits that Thoma was certain to make you try. He might be spoiling you, but he also wanted the best for you - and that meant trying new things that would keep you healthy (boo Thoma, you are always so thoughtful).
“So, do you want to go at the same time or?” You were so giddy, so excited to play this with him that you couldn’t contain the radiant smile stretching your lips or stop yourself from bouncing.
“How about we pick a few ingredients each, then put them in the pot together?”
“Okay!”
The two of you took your time carefully identifying the items to throw in the pot. Thoma let you go first, his hand covering his eyes so he didn’t accidently peak at what you were doing. Once you were ready, you did the same and soon it was time to dump them all in.
“Here we go,” Thoma said as he lifted the lid off the pot. “You put yours in then I’ll go.” Nodding, you waited until his eyes were closed before picking up several choices from the tray, you tapped his hand when you were done, closed your eyes and waited for the sound of the lid to tell you he was finished. “Now we wait!”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Haha, that’s part of the game. Here,” he asked for your plate and started to place several place holder items onto it. A pile of steaming, sticky rice, a few dumplings he made especially for you. A nice variety of them but not too many that you’d get full before the game even started.
When he handed your plate back, you took a bite and nearly passed out at the flavor. “These taste incredible.”
“Thank you,” he replied, cheeks turning a shade of pink at your compliment.
“You’re an incredible cook, Thoma. That’s why I let you cook all the time,” you explained, a twinge of guilt in your chest. It’s not that you didn’t try to cook, it’s just that ... well, it didn’t always turn out so great.
“Don’t feel bad now, okay?” he stated as if he knew what you were thinking - but he always did. “I don’t mind cooking. Plus, I get to see your reaction which makes it worth it.”
You swallowed the food in your mouth but kept a close eye on him. If he wasn’t the most adorable thing in all the world, and by the way he flashed his eyes at you before shyly looking away, perhaps he thought the same. “Thoma, are you flirting with me?”
“I’m simply expressing my feelings.”
“Well keep it up, because I like you too.” You both smiled at the other and if you were close enough you would have kissed him on his rosy cheeks. So, instead, you laid your hand on the table and when he placed his on top you let your fingers dance across his palm.
For a while, the two of you enjoyed the conversation while you waited for the food to be ready. Thoma checked it every once in a while, or refilled your drink. At least once you forced him to stay where he was while you ran and grabbed another pitcher of water and freshly pressed fruit cocktails. Neither of you drank alcohol, but you did enjoy the complexities of the beverages, so instead you made your own ‘virgin’ equivalents.
“Is it ready?” You asked as you refilled his drink, hand resting on his shoulder so you wouldn’t fall on top of him.
“I -- mmm - I think it is!”
“Excellent!” Quickly, you kissed the top of his head before returning to your side of the table. When your legs were comfortably crossed under you, you readied your chopsticks for the kill. “Me first.”
“Alright,” Thoma laughed and opened the lid to reveal a puff of steam and an aroma you couldn’t quite place. “Smells ... different.”
“It’ll be awesome,” you explained as you reached in to grab the first thing you could. When you could feel it securely in your grip, you closed your eyes and placed the food in your mouth. “-Haafa” It was hot but there was no mistaking what is was, “phobabo!”
“Haha, what?”
“Potato!” You yelled but covered your mouth so you didn’t laugh the food out.
“How lucky, your favorite.” You nodded and let the delicious vegetable melt in your mouth while Thoma fished around for something himself. By the time you ate yours, he had grabbed something and was starting to chew.
This was so exciting that you found yourself laughing ridiculously. “So ...?”
“... iph thiph ...” Thoma’s eyes shot open and when he swallowed he seemed shocked by his identification, “rice cake?”
“Mmhm!”
“But that wasn’t on the ...”
“I made it myself. My own secret ingredient,” you beamed and clapped to yourself. It was so hard to surprise Thoma but this time you got him and you were so glad that was the first thing he tasted.
“I thought it was my day to spoil you?”
Chuckling, you closed your eyes and reached into the pot again, “Making you happy does spoil me.” When you grabbed something else and placed it in your mouth again before letting it cool, Thoma found himself in awe of you.
His life wasn’t always the easiest. It was work every day, survival all the time, but with you he felt he could finally relax. With you he finally felt like someone was looking after him in ways he couldn’t foresee.
“Here, try this one,” you hummed as you cupped the dripping food with your hand and waited for him to take a bite.
“With pleasure,” Thoma vowed, his heart fuller at this moment than it ever had been before.
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A big feature of the Vah Naboris dungeon was that big, eternally rotating disc with three holes on the camel’s butt that you activate with an electrical current. In terms of astral metaphors, the Gerudo is the only culture whose item descriptions reference both the sun (Daybreaker, the “desert sun” text around the palace) and the moon (the Moonlight Scimitar and its reference to long-forgotten “ancient festivals”). Given that a major game mechanic is the Blood Moon, which is an exaggeration of an irl phenomenon that happens during lunar eclipses when the earth’s shadows darkens the moon, giving it a rusty red color, I feel like the three circles are some kind of reference of the orbits and alignment of the moon, earth, and sun (particularly since lunar eclipses seem to be way more common in Hyrule than they are in real life, whether due to supernatural interference or some funky high fantasy stuff going on with how planetary orbits work in that fictional universe).
There’s a general theme of (electrical) circuits, cycles, and orbits in Vah Naboris. It’s got the strongest cosmic vibe next to Vah Rudania’s pitch black abyss full of glowing pink stars. The architecture of the camel’s humps make them feel like planetariums or observatories, their ceilings painted with the iconic false stars of the Sheikah, as if they’re classrooms meant to instruct visitors on how to identify and locate the various constellations they considered important. I feel like the “circular” themes of Naboris, as well as Urbosa’s cryptic comment that the Champions’ deaths were “how things had to happen,” brings home the themes of “fate” that are found throughout what we know about the ancient Sheikah.
It made me stop and pay attention when Impa mourned how her friends, the Champions, “died without fulfillment their destinies.” And then later, when Paya repeated her lines in front of the Jiraya guardian statue about the little guardian god statues “serving as signposts for us to follow,” and Link “walking the path we all should follow.” This idea of an immutable, unchangeable fate, some kind of plan Hylia wrote for her chosen peoples in the stars before her passing, seems to be a very sincerely held religious belief among the Sheikah, everywhere from the monks offering up their own bodies/souls to the future Hero to Paya carefully polishing and preserving the family heirloom orb in the hopes it will someday “fulfill its purpose” and therefore be complete. Impa, too, talks a lot about everyone “serving the same purpose” once she senses the souls of the Champions accompanying Link.
Which makes it very, very interesting how the Yiga seemed to have been like “fuck that” and abandoned Hylia’s Plan For Us All. It’s really rebellious and downright heretical, even if all it got them was 10,000 years of bumming around aimlessly and attaching themselves to another deity because they weren’t experienced enough with independence to figure out how to live without Fate or the edicts of some petty tyrant god guiding their every move.
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Doctor Strange Comics Analysis/Summary #1
//As an October project such as Inktober or Fictober and to celebrate Halloween, I'm starting this series in which I analyze and summarize the Doctor Strange Comics.
And since today is the FIRST EPISODE, let's start with something easy and pretty much isolated.
I will use some screenshots of the comic to illustrate my analysis/summary, however, it's FAR from being the whole work, this doesn't replace the experience of reading the full comic, which contains many more pages and details.
DOCTOR STRANGE: MYSTIC APPRENTICE
Publication: 2016
Status: Ongoing (probably cancelled since there is just 1 issue)
Important note: This works like a prequel and a mid MCU Doctor Strange 1 events, with some things that happen in this comic possibly being canon, such as how Stephen learned how to astral project.
My general rating: This comic is 5/5 stars to me. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Art: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5/5
Story: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5
Characters: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5
Entertainment: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5/5
Impact/consequences to the lore: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5
This comic gives us a flashback talking about Stephen's origin (neurosurgeon, accident) and his first days of training in Kamar Taj.
We're introduced to Master Grem, so specializes in martial arts.
It's important how this story shows Stephen isn't a genius at all- he struggled so much to learn basically everything, including combat. He also had to train his body so he could stand the training sessions. It's also shown how Stephen is VERY VERY determined, to keep asking for fighting sessions despite knowing he's not ready and that he probably will get a beating. Just the SLIGHTEST progress he makes is enough to motivate Strange to keep going. There is emphasis at how Stephen DEVOURED the books and learned teleportation, however, struggled SO MUCH to learn astral projection.
The story also shows how Stephen's hands offer a big challenge for him when it comes to pain. It's also important how Stephen learns lessons about combat AND philosophy too, such as attachment, skill, focus and more. It's interesting how some ideas focus on concepts like the practical importance of tools, making a dialogue with how people sometimes give more value to the "fame" an item can have instead of the effort and actual purpose of the item (like when you buy a course thinking that just buying it will be enough to make you pass the exams you wanted to pass).
There's also this interesting view about how our own mind can be approached as a tool. In fact, this implies about having INSIGHT of our own thoughts and emotions instead of simply living and reacting to our own thoughts and impulses. It's an idea often explored in meditation and Mindfulness, where you practice identifying your thoughts, organizing them and having control over them, so you can be aware of your own prejudices, perceptions and ideas.
We also see how Stephen flirts with Wong and is totally ignored how Stephen kept reading ALL the books he could find when studying a determined spell or subject, in this case, astral projection, which he was failing awfully until that point.
According to the character details and environment, we can connect how this comic is heavily based on the MCU Doctor Strange 2016 movie, so it's very likely these events happened off-screen in the MCU, even if this comic is not considered MCU canon officially/explicitly by the movie writers/directors.
This issue could be adapted into a 10 minute animation/live action short, the comic is very well directed, the elements such as colors, angles, expressions, environment and dialogues are very well executed/used.
It's also shown Stephen is suffering from intrusive thoughts and flashbacks with some mood swings, which might imply he's suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) which also is getting in the way of his focus.
Despite not having a story that PHYSICALLY goes forward as many fans keep wanting and wanting in movies and series, the story does advance A LOT when it comes to PSYCHOLOGICAL aspects of the character his struggles, his limitations, his determination and so on, and that's why I consider this work very relevant. We have many comics and stories that treat Doctor Strange in a shallow superficial way, while actually he's a character who's extremely complex and full of layers. I personally love comics that manage to explore such detains of the psyche of the characters. Since this comic book issue is centered on Stephen mostly and not on other characters, I think the approach about his training and evolution were very nice.
It's interesting how Stephen's mental environment also is set, the blue is used as a visual resource to indicate his sadness. He does care about how others see him, it does feel like other sorcerers underestimate Stephen because of his arrogance and his limitations. It's established he trains late at night so he can be alone.
It's made CLEAR his hands HURT a lot whenever he moves them, even to do magic. He trains to the point of exhaustion and one of his biggest limitations is that he can't let go of the past- he keeps comparing himself to his past self, keeps giving focus to the things he CAN'T do. He does use what he learned as a support to keep advancing though.
He took months to master astral projection, pushed his mental and physical limits, apparently way more than most sorcerers usually did on a daily basis, his motivation almost the same level, if not, as obsession.
Another Master who is introduced to us is B'sso. He seems to focus more on meditation and knowledge than combat. It's made clear how Stephen's thoughts are very objective and straight to the point, so he keeps insisting on finding direct answers, however, since feeling and learning is extremely subjective, he struggles when it comes to learning how control and feel his own mystic energy (astral energy) since each person might learn how to channel it in a different way, with different emotions.
It's shown how Wong had a very important role in Stephen's Mystic education. He teaches Stephen he has to let go of pride and accept that he doesn't know, that the key to learning when you're stuck might be to reset the whole thing and start anew, trying approaches you still haven't. Through the story we see Wong has a crucial role also by guiding Stephen through the TONS of books, so Stephen start reading them in a more efficient order, helping him organize his reading and not walk in circles.
Strange's studying gets to the point that he's basically the LAST and ONLY student reading at the library so late at night, Wong being his only company there for DAYS. This helps to illustrate how Stephen is practically doing overtime when it comes to his studies- he's doing nothing else out of his life, studying 3 times more or even more than all the other sorcerers.
The comic also implies Stephen returns some books to the shelves in the wrong order, what amuses Wong. When Strange manages to astral project, he does it by relaxing/quitting the constant effort and deciding to take a nap, in which he finally manages to feel his astral form right between the state in which he's awake and asleep.
After Strange learns how to astral project, he keeps flying high up in the sky, loving the sensation, finally feeling achieved. It's very cute.
Other two important facts are shown/suggested in this comic. The first one is that Stephen did his best to learn astral projection (which is advanced) as soon as possible so he could astral project to study at night as his body slept, using more time to study even more. (That possibly has consequences in long term, but I guess Strange would do that some days and just sleep in others).
The other thing is that there's a panel where it's illustrated Stephen wearing a robe that looks like the Cloak!
So if that specific panel actually is showing the Cloak (in the form of a robe), it means that AFTER the events of Doctor Strange 1, despite having been named Master of the New York Sanctum by the Ancient One before she passed, Stephen still continued to practice like the other students, as to formally complete his training (he was an advanced student but not Master yet in DS1) so THEN he took the actual role as the Sanctum Guardian.
Meaning that in the end of DS1, when he leaves the Eye of Agamotto back in Kamar Taj and leaves with Wong, he hasn't taken his place at the Sanctum yet.
That would only happen later on, by the last scene of the DS1 movie where he's walking up the stairs, wearing different robes (the ones he's wearing in Ragnarok), maybe now as the official New York Master, since his Master training is complete, he only studies to specialize now. Maybe the robes we see in Ragnarok are some sort of ceremonial robes made for Stephen as he took his place at the NY Sanctum. Strange might have taken from 2016 to the events of Thor Ragnarok to actually become a proper master, with his training complete. That said, after that, Stephen, now as a master, would get to choose his own robes/clothing, and he chooses the slightly lighter and different blue robes we see in Infinity War, we can assume he wears that one daily, until he gets killed and gets brought back 5 years later, then he chooses a different style of robes for himself, still blue but with some red, made of denim and with some leather details.
This was the first episode of analysis of the Doctor Strange Comics.
I hope you liked!
Please tell me your thoughts and until the next episode!
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Vulture Dimension Time I’ve got my ice cream let’s do this it’s our time it’s our year
Everyone’s outfit is Fantastic today
Some good ol fashioned summer fun
The vulture dimension is great right
They’re actually doing this. I keep thinking oh they’ll just do a normal episode but no they’re fully gonna do this but for however long it takes
That’s such a fair assumption gorgug. I would also think I had died.
Why did you do this to yourselves
‘It’s not gonna work any other way than the way I want it to’ this is so Brennan’s revenge
All that buildup <3
Trans joke trans joke
From the vibe they all had. Absolutely.
Love gorgug trying to do plot things in the vulture dimension
Oh Zac is GONE
Are these real
HOMEBREW ALERT: Feather of the Vulture King: Breaking this oily feather summons 1d4 vultures. They are not under your command.
I want these items so badly.
Cassandra glowed from that??
Oooh new battle board camera angle!!
It’s not yesterday! What a good motivational statement.
Devastating.
God he hit her for 20 dmg off a cantrip and she did 22 from a 5th level spell that really is devastating
Woooo hit himmm
Get off my lawn!
Gorgug has So much to be mad about here
(Brennan rolling too many dice)
One of my favorite things about dropout are the captions <3
Riz giving his silvery barbs advantage to Fabian after the bardic/least favorite friend exchange is. I’m thinking and feeling things.
Nat 20 luck check is incredible
Ally.
THIRTY NINE
NICELY DONE FABIAN
So… what happens at school now?
Go homeeeee get out of my house
What are you doing baby girl
Why are you doing this
Emily you HAVE a nose piercing. It’s not a septum but cmon.
DO YOU HAVE A WARRANT
Gorgug is so done I love him so fucking much
I am the exact same way when it’s been too long a day with too many things.
GET HIS COP ASS GORGUG
Oh the identify spell has a radio filter on now that’s fun
What’s threatening the existence of the school at the folk festival?
Riz art hiiiiiii
Siobhan’s outfit is so great
Red light??
Copperlilly caterpillar <3
Three cheers for stage tech arcana.
Like the 24 point stars from the book?????
Enchantment effect?
OH MY GOD
Rage effect. Fucking hell.
I so wish I could hear about spells being cast through concerts without thinking of uhv. Unfortunately I cannot.
Guys. Guys.
No! Eat it now! Don’t give him hot sauce mom!
Just fun videos to look back on
Nobody noticed Zac saying Kristen the rats can’t vote and that’s criminal bc it was SO funny
He frenched the vulture king
How good can a rat’s history check possibly beeeee
Ooooh Lucy was doing necromancy?
NO
There’s definitely not a rat world under the school 💀
Awwwww
Spot needs to be the next d20 plushie
Oh god
Oh nooooo
Gross
RIP Spot 💔
THAT TRAILER EDIT WAS SO CLEAN
ALSO WHAT THE FUCK THOUGH
She died so recently ok
Add it to the fucking pile
Fig’s dad is an archdevil I think she can afford wizard class
HELLO????
An unholy last rites. That’s so fucked.
Oh SHIT okay
Did Lucy’s party turn on her?
Holy shit that’s intense
Here there be giants?
Christ
Work a miracle Kristen
Who’s the fuckin turncoat man
God they’re so good at being teenagers
Kristen just literally saved someone’s soul. Good lord.
Saint Kristen Applebees.
Oh my god.
Holy shit! Nice job Kristen!
I hope they can reach Cassandra somehow. I honestly can’t tell if the resolution of this arc is letting them go or finding them through work and either one is beautiful but I love Cassandra and I want them to be okay.
Where do you live 😭
Oh godddd
They’re being really inconsistent with the days of the week and I can’t tell if it’s on purpose time quangle/exhaustion stuff or if it’s just a mistake. Like, the party was on a Friday night and then the next day was Sunday. The festival was on a weekend day and then the next day was also a Saturday. It’s bugging me.
Yeesh.
DID THE DIRT MAKE HIM MAD (am I overthinking this)
Consigliere of the geeks
Sklondaaaaaa
Devastating
I’m unbelievably wealthy and me and my friends just discovered the site of a double homicide #justgirlythings
Fabian is taking care of them and I love him so much for it
Please please please
YAYYYY PORTENT
Oh I just read such a nice fic about Adaine studying barbarian stuff with Gorgug <3
HE CAN DO THIS
Teddy bear of helpfulness holds concentration, would he be able to use that whole raging?
Gorgug Thistlespring my BELOVED
I felt weird about being mad 😭😭
But he doesn’t burn and pillage and murder! That’s not how the bad kids adventure
God porter annoys me
WOOOOOOO GET THAT MCAT
The Last Stand exam
oh god if Kristen gets moved to pass/fail what happens to the others
Oh fuck Gorgug
RIZZZZZ
HES THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TAKE STRESS FOR OTHERS
Henry encouraging gorgug to build a time machine?
Oh thank god he’s still on the owlbears
I think I have to lie down. He’s me.
The fact that their relationships with their parents are suffering because of this is fucking heartbreaking
Bitch fuck all the way off ok
It’s fine it’s all fine everything’s peachy I love my life 🥲
Awwww is Aelwyn gonna visit Adaine at work
ALSO Cait May said Aelwyn’s art was based on her mini. Which means we’re gonna see an Aelwyn mini. Which I’m so excited for.
Glad to see Aelwyn is still Aelwyn
Oh nooo
CLAMFACE CUNTHEAD
CLAMHEAD CUNTFACE
What in the worldddddd
COTTONCANDY BITCHFUCK
Adaine Abernant and Siobhan Thompson I love you so so much
Yeah what does happen if Gorgug is affected by the rage magic.
It’s our time! It’s our year!
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Happy Calamity day! I am VERY excited—the short ExU campaign of my dreams! Due to the nature of first episodes of things, this one is longer than usual: 65 items, many of which are in the example cards above (though some of the squares have been slightly changed since), all of which are below the cut. Grab your bingo card at BingoBaker here's the link. Here are the notes:
Any square that names a specific class-player combination is also legal for the general class square, i.e. "artificer Aabria" and "artificer" become legal simultaneously.
"necromancer" is not restricted to the wizard class, although it is certainly the easiest necromancer to identify.
Half of a wizard is anyone in a multiclass with at least one wizard level. "2.5 wizards" does not necessarily mean there needs to be 2 full wizards; 1 and 3 halves counts.
For help in determining if "Travis Bogart vibes" is legal, please refer to the following image. Or, essentially, if Travis' PC comes off as if he belongs in a noir film, an old detective novel, or a crime radio drama, it's probably legal. Think 1940s Hollywood.
"DMV-visit-type scene" is any scene in which tedious bureaucracy occurs. A PC need not necessarily be the one SUFFERING the bureaucracy. It is still legal if they are inflicting the bureaucracy.
"PC in romantic relationship" and "PC divorced" does not necessarily require the PC to be in a romantic relationship with or divorced from a second PC.
"two PCs are exes" and "PC divorced" CAN be legal simultaneously.
"Vestige (or whatever they're called now)" does NOT apply to every single magical item in the Age of Arcanum.
Some of the continents had different names before the Divergence, be conscientious when trying to check them off. The continents and "different name for this continent" CAN be simultaneously legal.
"somewhere else" is for the city being in or above or wherever that is not any of the listed continent, including non-continental regions such as the Shattered Teeth or above open sea. Eiselcross is part of Wildemount.
As always, I am glad to answer questions about squares. Good luck, to you and to the party—even if the party thinks they don't need it.
artificer Aabria
Zemnian Aabria
paladin Luis
Sam shares a class with Fjord
full caster Travis
druid Travis
necromancer Marisha
more than one multiclass
2.5 or more wizards
Travis Bogart vibes
DMV-visit-type scene
Brennan: "IN-credible."
level 10 to 15
level 16 to 20
artificer
barbarian
bard
cleric
druid
fighter
monk
paladin
ranger
rogue
sorcerer
warlock
wizard
dunamancy
homebrewed or reskinned spell
PHB subclass
XGTE subclass
TCOE subclass
homebrew subclass
other subclass
two PCs are exes
PC in romantic relationship
PC divorced
Vestige (or whatever they're called now)
Star Razor
Prime Deity appearance
Betrayer God appearance
Vespin Chloras appearance or mention
Purvan Suul appearance or mention
Cerberus Assembly appearance or mention
Siff Duthar mention
Vasselheim mention
Aeor mention
Zemniaz mention
Qoniiran Tetrarchy mention
Kethesk mention
tabaxi
katari
elf
dranassar
genasi
aeormaton (or other robot)
small race
fae player character
Issylra
Marquet
Tal'Dorei
Wildemount
different name for these continents
unclear what continent this even is
somewhere else
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A week and a half ago, my old friend JJ passed away. He told me about his cancer diagnosis…I’m not sure when, I feel like it was only a couple months ago. Last I talked to him, he sounded like he wasn’t doing bad at all. He asked me to help his family out sorting through his collection, in the worst case scenario. And the turnaround on that was, much faster than I expected, than anyone expected, I’m sure. He had only just turned 41 a few months ago. I’ve known him for about twelve years. We went to college together, took Japanese together. His influence definitely helped shape me into the massive dweeb I am today.
I knew his family, was over at their house a few times, I also knew was his sister and her husband pretty well. Today, I came up to help out with the estate sale. I’ve been absolutely dreading coming here for the last week. This is the first time I had seen any of his family in at least three years, and everyone is understandably miserable, grieving, and trying to do all the stuff a situation like this demands as best they can. So far, at least, I don’t feel nearly as awkward as I thought I might, so that’s something.
Now, if you had asked me before today, I would have told you that JJ was quite the collector. Big fan of action figures, model kits, robot toys of all sorts, not to mention a wide selection of anime dvds and manga. But uh, he had -much- more than I thought he did. Between his bedroom, the basement, the storage unit down the road, there is, an almost unfathomable number of items. Many of them, by sheer dint of sitting around long enough since he purchased them, are now worth a small fortune. At the very least, with my assistance identifying many of the more niche items, selling them all will cover the expenses typically associated with dying, and hopefully also get everything to homes where they’ll be appreciated.
Before I came here, I went to the local hobby store, partly to buy a Qubeley for another friend of mine, but mostly to ask them, if they’d be willing to buy JJ’s backlog. They were nice enough to say yes, which is good, because selling model kits online is such a pain. Having someone buy the whole kit backlog without having to ship out all those big boxes will probably have the same net profit, with substantially less hassle. But somehow yet again, I drastically underestimated how much stuff he had lying around. The trunk of my car is almost full of 30 Minute Missions, Sisters, SMPs, and all sorts of other kits that were purchased, put in the basement, and never built. And somehow there’s still more. I don’t know if it’ll all fit in the trunk. But it has to, because the back seat is covered in boxes upon boxes of Star Wars, Marvel, and He-Man collectibles that I’ll be taking to another one of my local shops that deals in used toys.
The other day I was telling my mother about all this I was going to do today, just making conversation, letting her know what I’d be up to. She told me, very emphatically, that I was not to take anything home with me. In fact, she said I shouldn’t even bring any of the items the family asked me to resell into my house for any length of time. Which, even for my mother, is a really weird thing to say. I’ve already got enough stuff of my own, to be sure, but I set aside the SMP Layzner figures, since that was a show JJ and I watched together. (Not to mention, trying to sell built model kits is typically a fool’s errand. People want to build them theirselves!). If I can find them, I might also take the Armored Core kits he had me build ages ago, when I had no backlog and he wanted to customize the final product without the extra steps.
JJ had all this stuff, and almost none of it was out on display. He had one detolf in his bedroom with some nice scale figures, and everything else was in various sized plastic boxes. I think somehow this has actually made the process of sorting and identifying -more- difficult. Took an hour today to not only figure out which Nendoroid went with what accessories, but which display base was theirs. All we had to go off of was the copyright info on the back of the base, which was anywhere from somewhat to completely unhelpful, depending on how many kanji were involved.
We found a selection of animation cels under his bed. Lots of good stuff from good shows in there, it’s a shame they were left like that for who knows how long. Somehow, it was seeing a frame of Gije Zaral from Space Runaway Ideon that made me closer to breaking down crying than I had the rest of the day. Realizing that, I had finally finished watching Ideon, JJ’s all time favorite series, and never got to talk with him about it.
To summarize, I’m feeling a lot of wildly different emotions right now. Missing my friend, most strongly. He wasn’t religious, and most days I’m not either, but I hope he’s found his way into a pleasant afterlife, or at least an enjoyable isekai fantasy type deal. There’s definitely a twinge of “oh no, do /I/ own too much crap?” and some generalized world-weariness as well. But it’s not all bad. I got to pet a lot of cats today, and one of them snuggled with me for long enough that I think I’m wearing more cat hair than clothing now. And tomorrow, after some more sorting and pricing and organizing, I’ll head home and have a nice holiday weekend with my wife and some friends.
I’ve been typing for an hour and have no idea how to wrap this up. If anyone has actually read this far, thank you, it really does mean a lot. I hope you are also experiencing a fluffy cat and maybe a warm blanket. Here’s to a full night’s sleep because it’s way past my bedtime.
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So quick question, ik your currently in the middle of the Xianzhou Arc but how much do you know about the High Cloud Quintet? Im pretty sure it’s not really mentioned that much in the story quest but i wanna know how much you know about since i have one BIG BRAINROT OF PLATONIC HSR CHARCTER AND READER BREWING that i wanna share but i dont wanna spoil you
All of the vidyadhara are aware they are going to forget everything but they seem to fine with it. They all know when they’re going to be self reincarnate, so im guessing they have some time to wrap up some loose ends. Also about the vidyadhara writing diaries thing, that is actually canon, as some vidyadhara leave diaries, information or heirlooms for their incarnation to inherit. However, many newly reborn vidyadhara lack emotion and are unable to identify sentimental items belonging to their past selves, so any discarded items are resold as trinkets. Which is honestly sad but a good source of angst if you know what i mean ;)
But yeah they cant pass down their lineage which fun fact, caused one of the Xianzhou ship, the Xianzhou Fanghu to cut off most of their communication and trade with the other Xianzhou ships (the reason was they are trying to recuparate from the Third Abundance War)The Xianzhou Fanghu is mostly governed by the Vidyadhara and with how they are trying so hard to avoid their population to decrease (bc again if a viydhara dies, it becomes a very serious issue) i have a feeling it is definitely going to be part of the story quest in the unknown future. (How do i know all this? The HSR wiki and my incessant need to research everything and anything relating to my brainrot :) )
Ok so i sadly havent played the fontaine quest yet (i have no time to play genshin impact and honkai star rail together. So i have to sacrifice one of them T.T) but what do you think of ex fatui agent reader adopting Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet? Am i saying that the reader should adopt anyone who are traumatized by the fatui? Yes. Am i trying to make the “Traumatized by the Fatui support club” bigger? Also yes. Idk i just want some hurt/comfort
Why do i feel like Qingque would run the second she sees her older sibling? Like she’s just slacking off but then her older sibling gets around the corner and she’s just gone. No evidence that she was ever there as she is NOT going to deal with their scolding today. She is immensely scared of their scolding and anytime they come back, she would be uncharacteristically doing her work. Basically Sayu and Kano Nana (a shrine maiden who is tasked to look after our sleepy ninja) vibes
- 🐱 Anon
hi lovely! i know like... nothing at all, but nonetheless, please do send me your brainrot and i'll get around to replying once i know more <33 if you put a spoiler warning at the top, i'll know to scroll past. plus i don't really take spoilers too seriously so don't worry too much!
THEY'RE AWARE?!?! THEY KNOW WHEN IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN????? i am INSANE about them omgwmevskhnevbf ALSO I LOVE THAT I LOVE BEING RIGHT /lh but ohkhngkhngbg...... that idea is so fascinating to me. it doesn't have to be sentimental, i think. it could just be... information. which i imagine if it were somehow useful to the newer incarnation, they'd be more inclined to keep what was left behind. but at the same time i don't think it matters if they keep it, because i feel like... there's a sort of distinction between incarnations. i feel like it would be wrong to consider them the same people. i imagine there are probably some vidyadharas who lived vastly different lives throughout incarnations. so it feels like there should be a certain amount of... distance and separation between incarnations. so perhaps rather than seeing it as "my past self left something behind for me," it would be more like "my predecessor left something behind for me" because in a way, incarnations could be seen as related, but maybe they shouldn't be seen as the same as one another?!?!?! IDK I'M RAMBLING SORRY
as for lyney lynette and freminet--were they traumatized by the fatui, though? i'm not sure that they were. i don't think they're evil, but i also don't think they were victims of the fatui necessarily and i think they work voluntarily for arlecchino. i think their intentions are good. i do not think the fontaine siblings are evil... but, ex-fatui agent [name] knows better than anyone that the fatui is downright evil and wicked. dottore's affairs generally do not concern the knave, so i think they would be less guarded around the siblings despite knowing that they are fatui, because what are they going to do? tell arlecchino? it doesn't concern her. i also believe [name] would warn them. "i know you all have good intentions," they'd say, "and you want to help, but the fatui does not help. they have never helped. a shitty person can do one good thing, but that does not make them any less of a shitty person." which is in reference to the good thing arle did. didn't she like... murder a creepy old guy?? yeah. i think. anyway. idk if that's canon or not but. [name] wants to help them, they do, but they are not willing to put their family (collei & scara) in danger for some random kids. what those three do is up to them. [name] knows the most vile sides of the fatui very personally. their advice, when it comes to the fatui, is not to be taken lightly. if the fontaine siblings want to run away? great. [name] will help. they've evaded the doctor for years; if he can't catch them, what makes the knave think she could find the siblings if they were helping them hide? she couldn't. simple. but if the siblings don't want to run? fine by [name], but that will be the last time they speak to those three, no matter how much they plead and promise not to utter a word about the fact that they met a highly-coveted fatui escapee.
[name]'s family comes first.
but please note that i haven't done the quest either! so idk how in-character that is for the fontaine siblings.
ANYWAY AIDHSKGJG SHE TOTALLY WOULD. she may have been slacking off before but you BET she is up on her feet and running for her life the second she hears that her big sibling is back.
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ask game by @princeoframs
🐲: Are you otherkin or therian?
Otherkin technically, I suppose; theriomythic in specific.
🐾: What are your kintype(s)?
I used to believe I was only a polymorph for a long time. Recently I've whittled away even more at the mystery of myself with a friend's (very useful!) help (their URL is @dawnwyrm) and discovered I can still change forms, it's just that I'm a shapeshifting eastern dragon instead of a wobbly and self-uncertain polymorph. Not hating upon polymorphs at all! It just was the closest fitting thing for a time...but ultimately wasn't the case.
☀️: What was your awakening like? When was it?
I've always felt Other and Just Not Human Enough all my childhood. I learned about the concept of "otherkin" as a teen here on Tumblr during the Superwholockvengers, and Rise Of the Tangled Dragons type stuff heydays. I initially turned my nose up at it, wary of it since so many others seemed to mock it viciously. But the idea stuck with me stubbornly, and I went through numerous phases of latching onto fave characters that were not me in the end. Bluestar from Warrior Cats, Star Catcher from MLP gen3, then I tried being fictherian and therian, in the identities of a sable working line GSD and a meowth + persian pokemon...these did not stick either.
🤝: When did you first hear about the kin community?
Like I said, I was a wee widdle teeny-bopper. 14-16?
💪: Do you experience phantom limbs?
Yes.
💐: Do you experience any other shifts?
Moving ears and antlers.
💙: What’s your favorite shift you get? Why?
Mobile tails, moving ears, and antlers on my head.
🚫: What’s your least favorite shift? Why?
Hm...I don't really have a "least favorite," I think?
✅: Can you make yourself shift?
It's kinda always, consistently happening? Pretty much?
💫: Do you have shift triggers, or do they happen randomly?
Mostly randomly, but sometimes I see an art piece or a video that triggers it.
🧠: Do you have memories?
I have noema/noemata, more like, since I am not precisely a past-lifer. Not spiritual. More like a parallel life believer + a psychological alterhuman? I can understand a multiverse type thing.
💚: What’s your favorite thing about your kintype? (The species, creature, etc)
The power! I guess. The ability to change my body on a whim and back, too. The power thing is why I believe I have a psychological kintype, because I've been so powerless and hurt for much of my life. This part of me developed exactly in response to that helplessness. And I am okay with that. It helps me a lot.
🌀: Do you think kins are spiritual or psychological in nature?
It depends on the experiences of the individual!
🗣: Does anyone know you are otherkin? Friends, family, etc? If so, how did you tell them?
Nobody offline in my life knows about me, nor do they probably have the ability to understand the concept.
👯♂️: Do you have any friends who are also kin?
I have a ton of altH friends who are only online.
🧘♂️: Do you mediate?
Not really. Not good at it.
💤: Do you get kin dreams?
Sorta. I get a lot of dreams where I fly like an eastern dragon should, usually as a method of getting away from monsters or captors in the dream.
🐯: Do you wish you were your kintype? Why or why not?
Yes. Very much so. It would be amazing. And I could always just shapeshift back into my human body whenever I wanted to!
🧝♀️: Do you own any gear? If so, what items do you have and do you like to wear them?
I do not own any gear yet.
👀: Give a controversial opinion/your stance on some type of discourse.
Huh. I dunno....ah. Factkin are uncomfortable for me if they identify with people still alive. Heck, identifying with real people from history is still kinda...off to me. But I respect them anyhow because, well, what can I do about it? It's how they see themselves, and so long as they are not hurting anyone, I don't have much room to speak.
🏔: What makes you feel closer to your kintype(s)?
Rivers, beaches, flying in the clouds (I've only been on a plane...3 times in my life, I think?).
✨: What are some things that validate you?
I uh...have never really been validated, I think? Sad to say. Though I did have a great dream a couple of months ago featuring my dead grandma and she told me to get an eastern dragon-y tattoo. Now I know why! Thanks Grammy!
🌈: Talk about any other kin thing!
Dunno what else to say. I'm just glad I've finally figured myself out.
🍄: Anon asks any question they want about your kin stuff!
Ask away, nonnies!!
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