they call u danger bc being near you puts my. um. fuck what was it. braincells in danger!! red is cringe and a terrible color and you should be dragged around the floor of a children’s hospital, except then they’d have to wash the floor bc you smell so bad that it made the floor smell bad by association. fuck you

ES EM AYCH. the things people will say on anon sometimes.

i'm only answering this to clear up this common misconception i keep seeing around the color red. the color red actually symbolizes more positive things than it does negative things. literally just take a look at the wikipedia page for the color red and you'll see that the color red actually symbolizes a lot of good stuff.

just take a look at this image:

you should really look into color theory. like just take a look at this post that explains it perfectly. i also want to add some things about this image.

number one, while it may seem like there are a balanced number of positive and negative traits, the truth is, some of those negatives are actually subjective.

like, lust isn't even that bad!!! shaming people for their sexual interests is inherently misogynistic and helps perpetuate the restrictive ideals of the patriarchy. we should be embracing sexuality, not limiting it.

anger is also a subjective trait. while anger used to enact violence is bad, anger by itself is not inherently a negative trait, and shouldn't be treated as such. people have been weaponizing anger to other historically marginalized groups. anger is not a bad thing

also, while dominance can be bad, it's also not inherently negative. we should stop shaming people for the consensual acts they choose to do in the privacy of their own homes with a CONSENTING partner just because the word 'dominant' or 'submissive' have wrongfully gained a negative connotation.

and don't even get me started on 'stress' or 'alert.' having a small amount of stress or being alert aren't bad things and can actually be beneficial. just take a look at this article which explains the subject in more depth.

so, anon, maybe you should educate yourself before you start sending messages. being all "high and mighty" on your throne of lies. next time you post, make sure to do your research. maybe in the future it'll prevent you from beinf so hateful.

(and by the way im not even smelly like wtf where did you even hear that. not that i care but like its not even true so you shouldnt be saying that. like its so rude to just assume you have no idea whats going on in my life and like i dont care or anything but you should try and be more thoughtfulf in the future and stop saying lies bc like i dont even smell. like seriously where did you even hear that)

[context]

12, 14, 29

12: What’s your favorite scent?

I absolutely love anything and everything Eucalyptus!!!!

14: What’s a bad habit that you have?

I bite my nails, have since I was a kid and have never been able to break it.

29: Who was the last person you said you loved to?

My mama!

need more shy remus. please. begging. hands and knees. ANYTHING. i loved it so much genuinely.

Ask and you shall receieve. Thanks gorgeous! <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 794 words

You open the door to find Remus with a handful of what look to be carnations. 

“Well,” you say, smiling as you hold up your small bunch of dandelions, “this is awkward.” 

Remus blinks. You love to fluster him, amusement mingling with fondness in your chest until you can’t tell which is which, they’re both so big and happy. It’s your three-month anniversary, and despite your agreement just last week that neither of you would make a big deal, he’s clearly put extra effort into his appearance. There’s evidence of comb marks in his hair though it seems to have gotten tousled on the way to your flat (even better, in your opinion), he’s wearing that mossy green shirt you’d once told him makes his eyes look especially handsome, and you’re willing to bet that if you crossed the couple feet of air between you, you’d be able to smell the faintest whiff of his cologne. 

“Remus Lupin,” you tease, “have you put on chapstick just for me?” 

He blushes, rubbing his moisturized lips together self-consciously. “What,” he says quietly, “too presumptuous?” 

You laugh, taking him by his free hand to encourage him inside. You let him get close before stepping back, and there it is—a whiff of what he swears up and down is cedar cologne but has always smelt to you like frankincense and orange. Maybe by six months, you’ll be brave enough to stay right by his collar and take a big sniff, but for now you inhale as subtly as you can before moving out of his space. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think of what you’d do with yours if you were picking me up,” you say, trying not to skip as you go into the kitchen, grabbing a vase from under the sink. “Do you want me to put them in water and you can grab them before you go home, or would you rather take them with us now?”

Remus looks at you, expression wavering between befuddlement and awe. “Those are for me?” 

You laugh again. You can never seem to stop doing that around him, it just comes spooling out of you like a pulled thread. “Course they are. You like dandelions, right? Or did I get that wrong?” 

“I do.” His voice is soft, tentative. “How’d you know?” 

“You mentioned it once.” You shrug, arranging your carnations in the vase. It doesn’t take much work to make them pretty, all fresh and upbeat and still undoubtedly invigorated from Remus’ touch. They look like you feel. “You said there used to be a ton in the courtyard of your school, so I assumed they have some nostalgia value. So, vase?”

“I’ll take them,” he says, wrapping his hand around the stems tenderly. His forefinger touches your pinkie, and you both let the contact linger a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. The scar on his cheek stands out starkly against his blush, pushed up by a bashful smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.” 

Warmth comes to your face in tandem with your chest, and you beam at him. “No problem.” The carnations look lovely in the center of your table, which reminds you that you’ve forgotten to tell Remus how lovely he looks. “You look really nice, by the way.” You give the words just long enough to find their mark, his flush worsening, before moving on so he doesn’t go mute on you like he has on a couple of occasions when you’ve laid on the affection too heavily. “Where is it we’re going again?”

Even with the subject change, it takes him a second to get his wits about him. “Um, I was thinking the cafe a couple of streets over,” he all but murmurs, doing that adorable thing where he seems to turn his eyes up to yours despite being taller than you. You’d kiss him on his pinkened cheek if you thought he’d ever recover. “We could go somewhere else, though. They have this chocolate torte I thought you might like, but if—”

“You like it there?” you ask, grabbing your keys from off the counter. 

Remus does a funny shrug-nod thing, as if to say Well, yeah, but what good is that?

“Then I’m sure it’ll be great,” you promise him, grabbing his hand to pull him out the door with you. “Chocolate torte sounds amazing, actually. How’d you know I was craving chocolate today?” 

“Figured it was the same as any day,” Remus mumbles, giving your hand a light squeeze. 

Another laugh startles out of you, and you can’t help yourself, going up on tiptoe to dot a kiss just beside his scar. 

Remus doesn’t speak again until you sit down at the cafe, but he never lets go of your hand. 

more ødegaard fluff 🤲🤲🤲 anything really go ham there is a lack of ø fics :(

I FEEL THAT TOO people pls don't sleep on our norwegian barbie!! but ask therefore you shall receieve

(mildly based on his latest interview)

martin's never one crazy about video games; the only reason he bought playstation was because so he can play FIFA

he's always preferred board games or lego, or maybe computer game that's more or less to solve a mystery

he LOVES anything that requires his brain to solve a problem, including but not limited to learn something to achieve that

no wonder he's dubbed mini arteta

so when he grew up, no one's really surprised he's good at carpenting or woodwork like bob the builder can you fix it

and when he met you, who have a disturbing habit of buying a furniture when you're stressed but never assembling it, he KIND OF adopts it too

at first it was to hear whatever you're complaining about life while he helps you build the furniture, bcs you sure as hell can't do it for life

"kjær, talk to me instead of hurting that piece of wood. who makes you upset today?"

but now you sometimes HAVE TO COME AND HELP HIM when he builds an IKEA furniture of his own AND GOAD HIM TO TALK about anything while he's doing it

bcs god forbids if you don't

he doesn't exactly lash or throw the piece across the room BUT HE SURELY NAILS IT HARD AND LOUD ON PURPOSE

but it becomes your bonding activity every once a month to change some of your smaller furnitures

measuring the space, going to the shop to look for suitable pieces, bantering which one' better looking, stolen kisses between alleyways, have a munch afterwards before going home or have a takeouts on the floor while your incomplete work lies not far

like he wasn't one of the most popular norsk figure on earth

Ask and you shall receieve... sorry if these have been asked before!

What kinds of music to they all like? Can be from multiple genres, artists, and songs.

What would each of them think about modern / abstract art?

What would each of them do to keep a secret from another person? Do they keep secrets for other people?

... and that's all I can think of. Have a good day!

ty for all the questions :] !

(I) - (XXI) - (XXII) - (XXIII)

(1) <Baell> Their first <and principall> king (which is of the power of the east) is called Baell who when he is conjured up, appeareth with three heads; the first, like a tode; the second, like a man; the third, like a cat. He speaketh with a hoarse voice, he maketh a man go invisible [and wise], he hath under his obedience and rule sixtie and six legions of divels.

(21) Sitri [Sytry] alias Bitru, is a great prince, appearing with the face of a leopard, and having wings as a griffen: when he taketh humane shape, he is verie beautiful, he inflameth a man with a womans love, and also stirreth up women to love men, being commanded he willinglie deteineth [discloses] secrets of women, laughing at them and mocking them, to make them luxuriouslie naked, and there obeie him sixtie legions.

(22) Paimon is more obedient in Lucifer than other kings are. Lucifer is heere to be understood he that was drowned in the depths of his knowledge: he would needs be like God, and fort his arrogancie was throwne out into destruction, of whom it is said; Everie pretious stone is thy covering (Ezech. 99 [28.13].). Paimon is constrained by divine vertue to stand before the exorcist; where he putteth on the likenesse of a man; he sitteth on a beast called a dromedarie, which is a swift runner, and weareth a glorious crowne, and hath an effeminate countenance. There goeth before him an host of men with trumpets and well sounding cymbals, and all musicall instruments. At the first he appeareth with a great crie and roaring, as in Circulo [Empto] Salomonis, and in the art is declared. And if this Paimon speake sometime that the conjuror understand him not, let him not therefore be dismaid. But when he hath deliver him the first obligation to observe his desire, he must bid him also answer him distinclie and plainelie to the questions he shall aske you, of all philosophie, wisedome, and science, and of all other secret things. And if you will knowe the disposition of the world, and what the earth is, or what hodeth it up in the water, or any other thing, or what is Abyssus, or where the wind is, or from whence it commeth, he will teach you aboundatntlie. Consecrations also as well of sacrifices [offerings, libations] as otherwise may be reckoned. He giveth dignitaries and confirmations; he bindeth them that resist him in his owne chaines, and subjecteth them to the conjuror; he prepareth good familiars, and hath the understanding of all arts. Note, that at the calling up of him, the exorcist must looke towards the northwest, bicause there is his house. When he is called up, let the exorcist receieve him constantlie without feare, let him aske what questions or demands he list, and no doubt he shall obteine the same of him. And the exorcist must beware he forget not the creator, for those things, which have beene rehearsed before of Paimon, some saie he is of the order of dominations; others saie, of the order of cherubim. There follow him two hundred legions, partlie of the order of angels, and partlie of potestates. Note that if Paimon be cited alone by an offering or sacrifice, two kings follow him; to wit, Bebal & Abalam & other potentates; in his host are twentie five legions, bicause the spirits subject to them are not alwaies with them, except they be compelled to appeare by divine vertue.

(23) Some saie that the King Beliall was created immediatlie after Lucifer, and therefore they thinke that he was father and seducer of them which fell being of the orders. For he fell first among the worthier and wiser sort, which went before Michael and other heavenlie angels, which were lacking. Although Beliall went before all them that were throwne downe to the earth, yet he went not before them that tarried in heaven. This Beliall is constrained by divine venue, when he taketh sacrifices, gifts, and [burnt] offerings, that he ageine may give unto the offerers true answers. But he tarrieth not one houre in the truth, except he be constrained by the divine power, as is said. He taketh the forme of a beautifull angell, sitting in a firie chariot; he speaketh faire, he distributeth preferments of senatorship, and the favour of friends, and excellent familiars: he hath rule over eightie legions, partlie of the order of vertues, partlie of angels; he is found in the forme of an exorcist in the bonds of spirits. The exorcist must consider, that this Belial doth in everie thing assist his subjects. If he will not submit himselfe, let the bond of spirits be read: the spirits chaine is sent for him, wherewith wise Salomon gathered them togither with their legions in a brasen vessell, where were inclosed among all the legions seventie two kings, or whome the cheefe was Bileth, the second was Beliall, the third Asmoday, and above a thousand thousand legions. Without doubt (I must confesse) I learned this of my master Salomon; but he told me not why he gathered them together, and shut them up so: but I beleeve it was for the pride of this Beliall. Certeine nigromancers doo saie, that Salomon, being on a certeine daie seduced by the craft of a certeine woman, inclined himself to praie before the same idoll, Beliall by name: which is not credible. And therefore we must rather thinke (as it is said) that they were gathered together in that great brasen vessell for pride and arrogancie, and throwne into a deepe lake or hole in Bayblon. For wise Salomon did accomplish his workes by the divine power, which never forsooke him. And therefore we must thinke he worshipped not the image Beliall; for then he could not have constrained the spirits by divine vertue: for his Beliall, with three kings were in the lake. But the Babylonians woondering at the matter, supposed that they should find therin a great quantitie of treasure, and therefore with one consent went downe into the lake, and uncovered and brake the vessell, out of which immediatlie flew the capteine divels, and were delivered to their former and proper places. But this Beliall entered into a certaine image, and there gave answer to them that offered and sacrificed unto him: as Tocz. in his sentences reporteth, and the Babylonians did worship and sacrifice thereunto.

Pseudomonarchia demonum, Johann Weyer

loved the fic and glad to see you back in ao3!! May you share please a bit snippet from next chapter :) pleasee

ask and you shall receieve!!

Will scoffed and bumped her shoulder. Cecily only laughed and returned her attention to Anna, who had, in the small window in which her mother was not looking, climbed onto her father’s back and hung there, even as he stood. All she could hear was Anna’s giggling—and Gabriel feigning ignorance. “Now, where on earth did Anna go?”

DEAR GOD ITS SO MUCH HARDER ON NONANIME ONES. BUT ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIEVE

OH THATS SO CURsED I LOVE IT IT REALLY ADDS TO THE EFFECT

{Merdokon verse starter} [@spoocyshrub]

((I know we haven't come up with a proper name for this universe yet, but how about “The Little Merssiah”? Hehe))

*Abe, Alf, and Toby were born as sea-dwelling mudokons. Sons of Samantha and Gabriel Lure. Sam was a beautiful sea mudokon who’s benevolence was known through all the seas of Oddworld. Gabriel was a very wise and careful sea mud. He knew many tales about both the surface, and the tales of various dieites. He would always warn his children to stay away from a very certain place far into the distant sea, for those that sail or swam there would be caught in a feirce storm that never vanishes. Many sea inhabitants and land-dwelling sailors would often be sent to that maelstrom as banishment. They were never seen again, and the story goes they were claimed by the wicked sea god that dwelled there.

*As the three brothers grew, Abe was always with his mother the most. He was there that horrible day long ago. When he was but a child, he saw the shadow that grew above his family’s head as they were out for a swim. The strange web that dropped into the sea that whisked his mother away. Abe was almost taken as well, but Sam saved his life by biting a hole in the net that was big enough for him to slip out. Sam was never seen again, and the brothers had been raised by their father.

*Gabriel, while untrusting of sailors and their ships, still allowed his sons to venture out on their own when they had matured into adults. Gabriel having taught them what to do in the event they see a ship and their nets. Deep down, Gabriel knew that one day his sons might want to venture out to find their mother. He just prayed that she was still alive when that day would come.

*Gabriel was out harvesting various sea plants and bare-handed catching any edible fish for his family to eat, having no idea that the day he had been worrying about might come very soon.*

The triplets used to live with their mother, until she had been sadly taken from them by the people of the land. The three brothers missed their mother deeply, though Abe took it the hardest as he was the closest to their mother. It made him think that his father was going to be taken from him in the future as well, giving him immense separation anxiety that would sometimes be very upsetting to witness. Nowadays, his anxiety wasn't as bad but he still missed his mother, often thinking about her.

Abe's older brothers were with Gabriel today, helping their father get something to eat for dinner. The youngest triplet meanwhile, had stayed at home, wanting some time alone for a little while. He looked out towards the sea, then upwards, watching the light from the sun dance in the water. Sighing softly, his eyes softened, wondering if he should go up there today again to search for any clues.

No matter how hard he tried to find anything, he always came home empty-handed. He tried to keep it a secret from his family too, in case they were to get upset over it. Gabriel always appeared sad whenever their mother was mentioned, so Abe was afraid to make his father sad when he never deserved to be sad in the first place. He just wanted to protect their father from any more heart break.

Frowning to himself, he pushes himself up from his spot, swimming to where the light was. He'd be fine, his father taught him what to do. His family were going to be fine, Abe wouldn't be gone for too long anyway. Today, he wasn't going to do any searching, but instead, just spend some time on the land.

♫ + calantha and juliet

Thank you Nancy!!! // Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.

CALANTHA — Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield

The sun is on my side and takes me for a ride I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright The sun is on my side and takes me for a ride I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright

So I did just pull this one out of thin air because Calantha doesn’t have a playlist atm, but it’s kinda perfect for her. It’s about the Vibes of staying positive and having this belief that she holds a little piece of Good that she can use to help others. Also specifically about her belief that she will always have her joy, happiness, love and all of those soft things with her, even if it’s looking bad for a minute.

JULIET — A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne I'll be high up in that tower, he'll be down there getting stoned Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

Very straightforward here but uhh,,, she’s a little wicked, that Juliet. She spent years being told to quiet down, make herself smaller, cease such horrid suggestions for things, for the love of God stop talking back to men above her. There’s also the current events of her wanting to take down the Sullivan Boys gang, and highkey the Devil himself, that the general message of “I’ve learned to be patient and build up my power to burn everything you are and love to the ground” fits into. Also she’s pretty ruthless when it comes to torture and killing her enemies so there’s that.

You have never talked about how you grew up in a Haunted House. Please tell us the stories.

For each ask receieved on the subject, one piece of lore shall be unlocked.

Context of the House (1/2) -

It is:

supposedly on indigenous people's burial ground. evidence inconclusive.

one of the first houses ever built in this area, oldest in town

at least 2 people have died in this house, 1 boy and 1 adult

one of them was supposedly murdered

timezones are rough! but i am finally here and i bring to you all my girl, kwon somin. she’s literally the main character of a makjang drama right now because i like being dramatic! 

her profile is here, and i have no premade plots since i like coming up with things with each individual muse instead! i’ll have information on somin below the cut though so please do like post if you’d like to plot. hope to have a lovely time here with all of you! i also have a d*cord if that’s easier for you. ask and you shall receieve!

to put things simply: somin’s the only child to the first born of some rich ass company (kgt group). she’s also a lot younger than a lot of her cousins because her dad and his previous wives had problems giving birth 

so somin’s mother is basically his third wife, and he finally succeeded in having a child! sure, she’s a girl but whatever. at this point, her dad could give two fucks lol at least he finally got a kid to pass down his shares to so his greedy siblings and nephews can’t touch it

anyway, most of somin’s cousins/uncles are obviously envious of her and have tried to go to extreme lengths to make sure that something goes wrong with somin/her family so that their shares get moved over to her (i’m trying to keep things light since this is a village rp but if you want details, they get super rough; her extended family is also the reason for dad’s ex-wives not being able to give birth yknow things like that)

about six months ago, there was an immediate threat on her life by her family members and so her aunt haeyoung (aka the only one that doesn’t care about the business and sincerely loves somin) advises that she gets moved out of seoul 

now, somin’s more of a fighter. the type to never let her chin down and refuses to bow to people whom she sees unfit for her respect, but this is aunt haeyoung being serious so she agrees, and that’s how she ends up in yunhwa!

she’s a visitor, of course, and has been around for about five months now! got a cover up job as the barista at yeyun inn and is probably the ~mysterious~ yet sexy barista 

since she’s basically hidden, she doesn’t talk too much about herself but that doesn’t mean she isn’t talkative! an extrovert at heart, and she loves socializing but the moment you start talking about her family or who she may be, she’ll just change the convo

i feel like i wrote her out as condescending at some points, but she’s not a bad kid lol she’s just twenty-five and has had death threats so she’s cautious about who she decides to befriend. however, during her five months year, she’s felt pretty safe and is under the impression that literally nobody at yunhwa can do her much harm so the guards are coming down ever so slightly

all in all, she’s never really had friends? had enemies ever since she was growing up or even the kids her age only used her for her money/position so the village life is doing some good on her. she finally gets to live life as a regular young adult though in the back of her head, she’s constantly worried about her mother as well as herself in the case of an emergency

26, 34, 46, 48

26: Do people often mispronounce your name?

Not really, my first name and middle name are very traditional almost catholic sounding. My last name is sometimes hard for some people.

34: Do you have trouble sleeping at night?

I struggle with insomnia so yeah, I also typically wake up a lot at night. For a long time, I lived on like 3-4 hours of sleep so my body has been having a hard time adjusting to not needing to wake up.

46: What is your middle name and do you like it?

My middle name is Mary, I like it well enough it was my Grandmothers name so it's kind of special in that regard.

48: Do you like yourself?

Well, this is kind of hard. I like myself in some ways, I think my personality is ok and I think I'm a kind person. Do I like myself physically, absolutely not.

ask and you shall receieve ❌

THANK YOU QUEEN 😔

❌: What does their clan scold them for?

Thistlewind is half-clan and her leader holds her accountable for her mother’s mistakes... most of her clanmates aren’t as cruel about it but some of Foxstar’s most loyal followers are for sure. She’s hyperaware of this and it makes her strict and uptight so some other cats wish she would loosen up a little.

🧿 for da emoji ask game

ask and ye shall receieve like 3 days after you sent the original

First impression: i dont remember but probably thought you were wdgy Did not even know what cannibal corpse was i was like Whoa cant believe dude hasnt got in trouble wjth tumblr for this one also was like So many slaters on thmblr

Your nickname in my head: kant lie i do call you other slater andi feel bad abojt it

Closeness ratings [1-10]: like 4/5 4.5 feels tkl low well be 4.8 😈

Do I like you: Yeassss❤️

You are my: metal mutual 🎸 friend

Ever had a crush on you: no but we can change that 😈

I have been really asking God to help me with my singing voice. Like with the tension and I told Him that I want to sing freely and openly.

Yall, overtime I have noticed myself having more ease with singing and less strain and tension. God is SO good!!!! Thank You, Lord!!!!

Make your requests know to God my friends! Ask and you shall receieve!