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azaleastobloom · 4 months

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I LOVE a good Lydia Nicholas character. An ex youtuber who’s trying really hard to kill her boss? A non binary, many times divorced mad scientist? A young woman who’s trying to escape her crime lord uncle and consistently rolls above 30s by level 5? An alien who’s trying really really hard to convince everybody that she’s a human, and works for alien buzzfeed? Literally never misses.

#also listen to her TEDtalk it’s fascinating #Melanie king #TMA #Rusty quill #the Magnus archives #Sasha Rackett #Rusty Quill Gaming #RQG #cel sidebottom #c&mv #chapter and multiverse #mini smithson #Lydia Nicholas

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jgthirlwell · 18 days

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JG Thirlwell has contributed four pages of exclusive new graphics for the new edition of Pioneer Zine. This issue was curated by Bob Bert (Pussy Galore, Sonic Youth, Chrome Cranks etc) and features contributions by JG Thirlwell as well as Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo, Lydia Lunch , Jasmine Hirst, Reuben Radding and Mark C. You can pick it up here

#JG Thirlwell #Pioneer Zine #Bob Bert #Pussy Galore #Sonic Youth #Chrome Cranks #Thurston Moore #Lee Ranaldo #Lydia Lunch #Jasmine Hirst #Reuben Radding #Mark C

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djservo · 2 years

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im not sure if ur sim requests are still open buuuutt if they are, can i request twin siblings who are the human embodiments of the femcel, serial experiments lain, neon genesis evagelion, radiohead daughter and crypto bro, soyboy, taxi driver, sigma male son meme. they constantly fight because the sister keeps stealing the brother’s tinder matches on accident and he doesn’t know what he’s doing for them not to like him (he makes a reddit r/slash reference on the first date and when the girl doesn’t understand he pulls out his phone to show her what reddit is). the sister has her own problems tho, she is on the brink of dropping out of college because she slept with one of her professors and they were a thing until she mentioned she hates INTPs and the prof was like “…. i’m an INTP.” and they got into a huge fight and she can’t stomach to sit in their class because they will stare for an uncomfortable amount of seconds at her during the lecture and some students even start to notice because the amount of time is too long for it to be normal. she knows her brother will never shut up about how she dropped out and will force her to listen to the joe rogan podcast to “motivate” her, which is why she hasn’t bit the bullet yet.

(i am so sorry if this is a lot i think i got carried away LMFAOOO)

kieran: self-proclaimed cinephile - longtime r/AITA contributor - contrarian edgelord brother who wants to be patrick bateman soooo bad

lydia: listens to red scare pod "ironically” - speaks with vocal fry - female joker sister who has internalized every 90s rose mcgowan character

unedited cas pic + download below cut

only dressed in these everyday fits

i think you can defo get away with not downloading the body sliders if u don’t wanna overload ur mods!

credit to cc makers, lmk if you want your creation(s) removed!

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#lydia's a natural brunette she just bleached her hair to inflict psychological warfare on her professor (who's married to a blonde)#pls this was so fckn fun/funny i love ur mind Thank u for letting me indulge in this nightmare #asks #c speak #ts4 sim download #sim request #mycowplantz #dl

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whitedahlia13 · 1 month

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She remembers how his eyes fluttered open when her small hand slid over his larger one. She remembers how he released the blanket he was clutching to grasp her palm.

She tells him about the drowsy but rather adoring way he gazed up at her when he sighed, “You came back.”

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” she weakly reprimanded.

“Thought I told you... I sleep better when you’re with me.”

Not bothering to suppress a smile, she recalled, “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“Mmmwhat are you waiting for then? Get in.”

“Stiles, there’s hardly any sp—”

She remembers the droplets that leaked from his eyes when he appealed, “Please. We can share. I wanna... I wanna share everything with you, Lyds.”

And she was done for.

Read more: ao3 & ffnet

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mccallsmemaybe · 2 months

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WHO ― @girlwaiiled

WHEN & WHERE ― feb. 23rd afternoon, lydia & allison's apartment

He could've swore she had a shirt on when she left that morning. Then again, he could've been reeling from the fact that he'd just slept with the love of his life ( which he'd never thought would happen ever again ) to notice what she was wearing. He hardly remembered what day it was at that point. The shirt caught his eye when he was getting dressed after his shower. He was going to go meet Derek who insisted on talking to him about something to do with all the crazy stuff that had been going on around town. Might as well make a detour over to Lydia and Allison's to drop it off before someone found it and asked question.

It wasn't until he was at the door that he realized it had been a couple of months since he'd been there. Also that he may not have thought his plan all the way through. Mostly when he was staring at Lydia Martin and not Allison, twisting a shirt with his mouth half open. ❝Uh― is, um, is Allison here?❞ He held up the shirt after he stuttered a couple more times at the redhead. Not doing much for his image of complete moron at the moment. Nor was it very subtle. ❝I was just going to, uh, um, return her shirt.❞ Shit, Scott, why would you have her shirt? That makes doesn't make sense. You're not supposed to be hanging out together at all, right? ❝That she left, um, before she left―❞ his mouth kept moving trying to make new words come out. ❝I mean, before she went to... away. She, um, left it at my place. Yeah.❞ He nodded, fairly sure he was nailing it despite being the worst liar in history. ❝I thought she might want it back.❞

#c: lydia #lydia 001.

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argentisms · 2 months

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STARTER FOR -- @girlwaiiled | lydia & allison WHEN + WHERE -- early january, lydia & allison's shared apartment

Needless to say, she couldn't be more grateful for Lydia. Her best friend had been nothing short of a rock, keeping Allison grounded despite her best efforts to self destruct. The apprehension about coming back to Beacon Hills quickly dissolved the moment the two reunite. She'd held onto Lydia like a life line when the red head came through the front door, finding herself able to breathe easier now that they were in their shared home together. Stiles had been nice enough to pick her up from the airport (Purely because Lydia had class and her dad was driving back from San Francisco) and help haul her suitcases up the stairs -- But the obvious elephant in the room made it difficult for her to relax her shoulders and have a conversation that went past talking about the weather and a movie he'd seen recently.

It was nothing like this -- Curled up on the couch with take out from her favorite Italian spot, nursing her second glass of white wine while Lydia caught her up on all that she'd missed. In true Lydia fashion, the other woman had made a full power point presentation, complete with pictures and annotations. Allison expected nothing less from her best friend, grateful to have all of her questions answered before having to ask them. The slide regarding Derek and Peter Hale had her downing the contents of her glass. "Is it bad to say I've been fantasizing about stabbing both of them for the last six months?" Allison admits as she pours another glass, knowing if anyone will get it -- It's Lydia. "This is great, by the way." She nods to the half empty wine bottle.

#c: lydia martin.#lydia 001.#girlwaiiled

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thephantom · 3 months

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NEVADA RILEY in BEETLEJUICE THE MUSICAL, broadway 2022. @mediumobservation's master.

#*mine #nevada riley #lydia deetz #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuiceedit #musicaledit #mediumobservation #it's not letting me tag you >:C #tw eyestrain

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will-york · 6 months

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Flashback - May 2023

Will knew that today would be a day to remember but when the day had started he thought it would be for a different reason. All week he had been thinking about this vote while trying not to think about it. He had barely talked about it, focusing on just getting through the week doing his job and running his errands. But there was no denying the nerves as he walked into the club house that day. But it had all dissipated when the unanimous decision came down and he found himself shaking Cole's hand. He felt like his dream had finally come true and when the sun was starting to set, there was really only one place he wanted to be.

It was the same place he could be found every Wednesday night. It had easily become his favorite night of the week and he made sure to stop to get dessert before he found himself walking up Lydia and Landon's front walk. He knew how Lydia felt about the club so he wasn't going to burst in and announce it, there was a reason he had dropped off his vest at home before coming over. But he knew he'd have to tell her eventually. He just wanted to enjoy the night first, treat it like a celebration without really making it one. And that felt easy to do when the door opened and he saw her smile and then was soon greeted by Landon running towards him to grab the dessert from his hands. "Be careful, dude, it has to go in the fridge! Jesus, when did he get so fast?"

Will laughed as he looked at his best friend and opened his arms wide to pull her in for a hug. "Been waiting for this hug all day." He kissed the top of her head before he finally pulled away. "It also smells delicious in here. I think I made a good choice skipping lunch." He slid his arm around her shoulders as they closed the door and walked towards the kitchen. "You pop open that malbec I brought you the other day yet or am I a lucky winner?" @lydsdonovan

#c: lydia #flashback

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borisyvain · 8 months

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POV not only is your freak of a piano teacher not teaching you to play the piano he's also making you write out months and months of fake financial records for him so that the parades commission doesn't find out that he's actually been using the money they gave him to obtain big drums to commit unfathomable amounts of treason by buying soap to sell to the Directory

#c: lazarus mcclure #c: seamy breen #c: lydia bane #digital art #jory.img

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oliviaxsinclair · 4 months

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Closed: @lydsdonovan – Running into Lydia at a 60th birthday party.

Reyna Spencer had been Liv's client well before she owned the salon. At this point, they've probably done well over a hundred hair and nail appointments since the first day the woman sat in the Sinclair's chair. The woman was a well known investor in many of the small businesses in town and so it was no surprise to see many of these owners in attendance tonight. There was well over a hundred fifty people in country club's ballroom. Feeling a bit stuffy, Olivia headed outside to gather some fresh air when she noticed Lydia on her way out of the room.

"Oh hey Lydia! I didn't know you'd be here," she smiled approaching Mia's aunt. It was still so strange to associate such titles with people now and Olivia could only imagine how they were processing such news despite knowing and interacting with her daughter long before now. "I love your outfit. You enjoying yourself?"

#lydsdonovan #c. lydia 01

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huntrcssqueen · 8 months

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Plot ⇥ plot where there was an apocalypse and i believed i was the only survivor. ( scientist, bunker conspiracy person, warrior/soldier, regular person, etc.? ) ive been living on earth by myself for ten years now, ransacking old stores, growing my own food, doing whatever i want, passing time. one day, i run into you and suddenly i’m questioning everything. you thought you were the only one, too? what now?

Starter for ⇥ @cursivebloodlines

Day one. Day one and the world shattered. People were dying left and right. They were changing and places were being burned down to the ground. All Cameron could try and do at first was put our the flames but the fire was burning and people were dying. Now it was day 1'357. Alone. He was all alone with no one left but a dog that would keep him company. How was he to live alone in a world to keep himself and a dog alive? Cars were in the middle of the road and he was trying to make his own living in this place. It felt like the movies but the thing was that it was all real. Day 3'691. It had been ten years no. No more dog, just him. The loneliness was getting to him. Talking to himself, singing out loud. As he was out to try and find some more food he grabbed the gun from his back when he heard a noise. Narrowing his eyes as he got it cocked and loaded. It could just be a rat that somehow lived but when there was a tall figure that showed he was more lost than before. ❝ How... ❞

#◜&&. 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧◞#◜&&. 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧◞ lydia c.#◜&&. 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧◞ convo. lydia c.

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hanzajesthanza · 9 months

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Hello! For the "send a character" ask, could I request my favouritest guy Percival Schuttenbach? Or Lydia van Bredevoort, whichever you are more inclined towards :0

percival

send me a character and i will tell you my:

first impression

didn't care at first. you see from this long post that that changed

impression now

i find him utterly relatable... his excitement about metallurgy is just so special to me... and this bit, when he's too obsessed with admiring the technology that it doesn't register to him that he's being offered a drink for recreation, rather than being asked a question about how something works:

‘Moonshine,’ Zoltan corrected him gently. ‘And what moonshine! Try some, Percival.’ ‘But I’m not an expert in organic chemistry,’ the gnome answered absentmindedly, examining the details of the alchemical furnace’s construction. ‘It’s doubtful I would be familiar with the ingredients…’

favorite moment

it's a tie... my first-favorite moment is when percival and zoltan are showing sihill to geralt, and percival just keeps getting so excited about the technology behind the blade:

‘(...) my sihil’s blade was forged from a refined alloy containing graphite and borax…’ ‘It’s a modern technique!’ Percival burst out, a little excited, since the conversation was moving inevitably towards his field of expertise. ‘The blade’s construction and composition, numerous laminates in its soft core, edged with hard–not soft–steel…’ ‘Take it easy,’ the dwarf said, reining him in. ‘You won’t make a metallurgist out of him, Schuttenbach, so don’t bore him with details.

my second-favorite moment is when they're all freaking out about the alleged witch-girl allegedly cooking her cat in a stew, and percival points out that the cat is sitting right there... and he specifically points out the cat, using his own vocabulary:

‘It’s a shame about that cat,’ Percival Schuttenbach suddenly said in a loud voice. ‘It was a fine beast, sleek and fat. Fur shining like anthracite, eyes like two chrysoberyls, long whiskers, and a tail as thick as a mechanical’s tool! Everything you could want in a cat. He must have caught plenty of mice!’ The peasants fell silent. ‘And how would you know, Master Gnome?’ someone asked. ‘How do you know what the cat looked like?’ Percival Schuttenbach cleared his nose and wiped his fingers on a trouser leg. ‘Because he’s sitting over there on a cart. Right behind you.’ The peasants all turned around at once, muttering as they observed the cat sitting on a pile of bundles. The cat, meanwhile, utterly unconcerned about being the centre of attention, stuck a hind leg up in the air and got down to licking his rump.

idea for a story

i want to know about him and the grail... that was a fun joke from sapkowski, pointing out his namesake, but i want to know about this...

‘A cup…’ Percival Schuttenbach jabbered. ‘A goblet, I mean… Carved from a single piece of milk opal… This big. I found it on the summit of Montsalvat. Its rim was set with jasper and the base was of gold. A sheer marvel…’ ‘Don’t give him any more spirits,’ Zoltan Chivay said. ‘Hold on, hold on,’ Dandelion said, becoming interested, also slurring his words somewhat. ‘What happened to that legendary goblet?’ ‘I exchanged it for a mule. I needed a mule, in order to transport a load… Corundum and crystalline carbon. I had… Err… Lots of it… Hic… A load, I mean, a heavy load, couldn’t have moved it without a mule… Why the hell did I need that goblet?’

unpopular opinion

it's easier to avoid antisemitic caricatures when drawing gnomes than people think... though this is a complaint i've had for-just-about-ever, that artists need to be more aware of racial/ethnic caricatures so they don't replicate them in their work

another unpopular opinion maybe since i've seen no one's opinion on this yet, but i hate his voice in the chrzest ognia audiodrama, oh my lord...

favorite relationship

asides from his friendship with zoltan, i think his potential friendship with regis would be really fun. my intense special interest-having guysss... my mule-owning guys... nerds <3

another favorite moment, between them:

At the sight of the stove Percival Schuttenbach first stared goggle-eyed, then gaped, and finally sighed and leapt up in the air. ‘Ho, ho, ho!’ he called, unable to conceal his delight. ‘What do I see? That’s an absolutely authentic athanor coupled to an alembic! Equipped with a rectifying column and a copper condenser! A beautiful apparatus! Did you build it yourself, master barber-surgeon?’ ‘Indeed,’ Emiel Regis admitted modestly. ‘My work involves producing elixirs, so I have to distil (...)’

favorite headcanon

ern's design for him is the bestest and most supreme in my opinion

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lydia

send me a character and i will tell you my:

first impression

also didn't care at first. and you see again from this long post that that also changed

impression now

i already wrote a little bit on how lydia and rience are the "as above, so below" between vilgefortz's reveal as antagonist, but:

i think lydia's relationship with vilgefortz and the way he treated her was the first sign, actually a bigger sign than more 'obvious' things like his repeated phrases, research of the elder blood, and attempted tracking of yennefer..., the first and biggest sign that vilgefortz was a bad, bad person.

his way of treating lydia is to use her as a tool, an assistant who will serve him blindly and literally not say a word against him. in other words, total control.

‘Have you ever wondered what happened when Bekker forced the water to gush from the rock? It’s generally put very simply: Bekker tamed the Power. He forced the element to be obedient. He subdued nature; controlled it . . . What is your relationship to women, Geralt?’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ Lydia van Bredevoort turned with a whisper of silk and froze in anticipation. Geralt saw she was holding a wrapped-up painting under one arm. He had no idea where the picture had come from, since Lydia had been empty-handed a moment before. The amulet around his neck vibrated faintly. Vilgefortz smiled. ‘I enquired,’ he repeated, ‘as to your views concerning the relationship between men and women.’ ‘Regarding what respect of that relationship?’ ‘Can obedience, in your opinion, be forced upon women? I’m talking about real women, of course, not just the female of the species. Can a real woman be controlled? Overcome? Made to surrender to your will? And if so, how? Answer me.’

the way it is introduced all makes sense, then:

Everyone knew that Lydia van Bredevoort was in love with Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, that she had loved him for years with a silent, relentless and stubborn love. The wizard, it is to be understood, also knew about this but pretended not to. Lydia made it easier for him by never betraying her feelings to him – she never took the slightest step or made the slightest gesture, transmitted no sign by thought and, even if she could speak, would never have said a word. She was too proud. Vilgefortz, too, did nothing because he did not love Lydia. He could, of course, simply have have made her his lover, tied her to him even more strongly and, who knows, maybe even made her happy. There were those who advised him to do so. But Vilgefortz did not. He was too proud and too much a man of principle. The situation, therefore, was hopeless but stable, and this patently satisfied them both.

vilgefortz knew she was too proud to ever say anything, so he used her love for him to control her.

favorite moment

we don't see it happen, but the attack and then suicide she commits to buy time for vilgefortz is the most tragic thing...

‘How did it happen, Radcliffe?’ asked Triss, withdrawing her hand from the gilded haft of the dagger which was embedded beneath Lydia’s sternum. ‘How could it have happened? This was supposed to be bloodless!’ ‘She attacked us,’ muttered the sorcerer and lowered his head. ‘She attacked us as Vilgefortz was being escorted out. There was a scuffle . . . I have no idea . . . It’s her own dagger.’

idea for a story

the way she lost her face...

Four years ago, on Vilgefortz’s – her master’s – recommendation, Lydia had taken part in experiments concerning the properties of an artefact found amongst the excavations of an ancient necropolis. The artefact turned out to be cursed. It activated only once. Of the five wizards taking part in the experiment, three died on the spot. The fourth lost his eyes, both hands and went mad. Lydia escaped with burns, a mangled jaw and a mutation of the larynx and throat (...)

i'd like to explore how vilgefortz manipulated her while she was recovering, espousing (manufactured?) grief and regret, enough to keep her feeling that he cares for her...

unpopular opinion

sometimes characters are just devices to show something about another character. this is the case with lydia and vilgefortz.

favorite relationship

tissaia and lydia's friendship...

Lydia van Bredevoort, delicately conjuring up a tiny flame between her thumb and index finger, lit the candles in the candelabras. Tissaia saw traces of oil paint on her hand. She filed it in her memory so later, after supper, she could ask the young enchantress to show her her latest work. Lydia was a talented artist.

favorite headcanon

lydia was intelligent enough to guess what vilgefortz had planned. she knew, in the back of her mind, how wicked he was, she had figured it out. but was too loyal to him to reveal anything.

#the witcher books #lydia van bredevoort #percival schuttenbach #c: percival #c: lydia #analysis #ask meme #c: vilgefortz

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