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3duardoq · 10 months

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The Responsibility of Being a Father

As father's we have a great responsibility to teach our families to love the Lord. God gives us the key ingredients to accomplish this purpose. Intertwined in this is teaching them to love, respect and follow God's Word.

As fathers we have a great responsibility to teach our families to love the Lord. God gives us the key ingredients to accomplish this purpose. Intertwined in this is teaching them to love, respect and follow God’s Word. Notice three things that are vital to teaching our families to love Him. J. Wilbur Chapman often told of the testimony given by a certain man in one of his meetings: “I got off at…

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cypriathus · 5 months

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Main protagonist of Catacombs of Whispering

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: I talk about how mental health issues and drugs affect the character. There are also a couple of brief mentions of murder, torture, alcoholism, and coitus-related things.

Tighezorvanus Biruteslov-Ljudevoti Grostalphen is a 37-year-old happy-go-lucky and strong-willed father of two. Besides his PTSD and dyscalculia, he has dissociative identity disorder (DID) and his two identities consist of Velabhort Smekzurnova and Mulavozje Ralstenov. His DID often leaves him to be self-puzzled, out of touch with reality, separated from himself and his emotions, and depressed. He also has suicidal thoughts, noticeable memory gaps, times of confused wandering, and is stressed out by the subjective sense of having “not-him” experiences. He often has a positive outlook on the future and isn’t afraid about overcoming the hurdles that life throws at him. Due to his confidence, he puts a decent amount of trust in himself, his capabilities, and the near future. He’s got a great sense of humour and enjoys cheering people up with his jokes and puns. He’s even eager to have fun by embarrassing and playing harmless tricks on friends, family, colleagues, and neighbours. Tighezorvanus is fairly honest about his emotions and thoughts, but he can be quite blunt at times and ends up offending the people he’s conversing with. He’s quite friendly and energetic, which makes it easy and enjoyable for him to engage with others. As a father and a member of society, he sees it as his duty to encourage the goodness of people and help them through their misfortunes. He’s able to understand the struggles of others and tries to base his support on finding a resolution to those issues. Tighezorvanus tries his absolute best to make morally right decisions that he understands he’s fully accountable for. As per his nature, he’s not easily annoyed, worried or upset by a lot of things. He’s usually willing to give money and food as well as offer help to those in need. He also shows a palpable desire to keep those he deeply cares about safe from unexpected danger.

He’s sometimes frivolous and ends up behaving in an inappropriately light-hearted way in certain situations or not taking his responsibilities seriously. There are instances where Tighezorvanus can be quite gullible and naive. This means that he’s prone to being easily deceived by others without him realising it and doesn’t have the greatest judgement or information surrounding certain situations. He has a tendency to move or handle specific things in a careless and awkward way. This often results in him breaking items, knocking stuff over, hitting his toe on hard furniture or the corner of a door, and bumping into walls, other people or a doorframe. As a talkative individual, he finds enjoyment in conversing with others, even if it begins to genuinely annoy them. For example, he might gush about his favourite piece of media or how shitty his day was during a movie, which can understandably provoke someone’s annoyance. Sometimes he acts on a whim with little forethought, reflection or consideration of the consequences that surround his actions. Tighezorvanus is afraid of being abandoned, alone, and forgotten by those he's close with. As a result of his PTSD, he’s prone to angry outbursts and negative thoughts about himself. He’s also easily startled and has a tendency to feel emotionally numb.

Velabhort Smekzurnova is a 40-year-old Irish-Russian serial killer and organ harvester with substance abuse issues and an insatiable bloodlust, being Tighezorvanus’ aggressive, cunning, perverted, and loud identity. He’s a lot more knowledgeable compared to Tighezorvanus, but uses that intelligence to achieve things he desires through deception. He has antisocial personality disorder, bipolar affective disorder (BPAD), and mild scopophobia (the fear of being watched). During his manic episodes, he’s abnormally upbeat and very talkative. He also has an exaggerated sense of well-being and self-confidence, and possesses poor decision-making skills. During major depressive episodes, he has inconsistent suicidal thoughts, feelings of inappropriate guilt, and the decreased ability to concentrate. Velabhort also feels empty, hopeless, and restless, and he’s uninterested in almost all of his activities. He has a strong sense of superiority and is extremely opinionated. Due to his antisocial and psychopathic nature, he’s unwilling to associate with people in a friendly way and enjoys inflicting harm on others. He’s not afraid to use physical force and dangerous weapons to hurt, injure, or kill people in order to quench his bloodlust and make him feel euphoria. As a nihilist, he rejects all known religious and moral principles, only believing that life has no meaningful purpose and every proposed value is baseless. Velabhort has no true loyalty to anyone and views that his purpose is nothing but an impulse to destroy and gain instant gratification. He shows no apparent sympathetic concern or compassion for the feelings of other people. He’s quite the boisterous paraphiliac who possesses a disturbing obsession with sex, but he sometimes tries to hide it.

Similar to Tighezorvanus, he also has a sense of humour, but it centres around satire and making fun of ordinarily taboo subjects. He can be quite sarcastic, going out of his way to mock or insult people through irony. As a psychopath, he possesses an “empathetic switch” and usually prefers to ignore it. Velabhort primarily uses it for selfish means, but is capable of sincerely utilising his empathy to understand certain people. He tries to hide the fact that he’s addicted to ketamine, mephedrone, wine, rum, vodka, and rye whiskey. Ketamine makes him feel detached from reality, relaxed, and a sense of happiness, but it can also cause him to be easily agitated and depressed. It also alters his perception of time and space, and stop feeling physical pain. Mephedrone makes him feel chatty, very affectionate towards other people, confident, full of energy, and keen to dance. He’s also weirdly sensitive to touch and it arouses him, noticeably on edge, dizzy, and feverishly hot. Velabhort is quite familiar with Tighezorvanus and Mulavozje, but tries to ignore them because he’s in denial that they all share the same body.

Mulavozje Ralstenov is a 46-year-old Croatian moral philosopher and former psychology and biology professor with a love of books, being Tighezorvanus’ skittish, cautious, melancholic, and quiet identity. Like Velabhort, he too is quite intelligent, but he uses it for what he deems as righteous such as helping those in need. He has seasonal depression, generalised anxiety disorder, and mild claustrophobia (the fear of confined spaces) and hemophobia (the fear of blood). Due to his anxiety, he’s usually plagued with an uneasiness of the mind and a brooding fear of some possible misfortune. He overthinks the worst possible outcomes of his situations and his mind often “goes blank”, making concentration difficult. He doesn’t fully trust the goodness of humanity, only believing that people are self-centred and interested in their own capabilities. When each season has begun, Mulavozje feels as though everything is hopeless and his self-esteem is almost absent. He feels worthless and possibly uninterested in a good majority of his normal activities.

He isn’t the kind of person to joke around and have light-hearted fun, but whenever he tells a joke or pun, it comes off as dry. He’s a taciturn individual, mostly spending his time in places that are free from disturbances and indulging in his hobbies. He usually prefers to keep his various thoughts and ideas to himself, only speaking of them when he views it as necessary. He’s a surprisingly good listener, being able to concentrate on what others say and engage with their ideas in a thoughtful, comprehensive way. He’s prudently watchful and unwilling to take risks in order to avoid problems. He possesses a strict sense of morality, ensuring that his ego is under control and he’s following the path of righteousness. Mulavozje has a tendency to weigh up the well-being of other people in his decision-making, which helps to minimise any negative consequences. However, there are instances where he isn’t fully concerned with the consequences of his actions, which can lead to atrocious outcomes. Mulavozje is quite familiar with Velabhort, but is unaware about the existence of Tighezorvanus.

Tighezorvanus is of impressive stature than most men he’s met throughout his life, clocking in at about 6 ft (182.88 cm). He has a mesomorphic, trapezoidal body with a fairly muscular and strong build, broad shoulders, and rose beige skin. When his eyes aren’t covered by orange-tinted glasses, they’re a luscious amber with a strong yellowish and coppery tint. He has medium length surfer hair with sideburns and a soul patch goatee that’s the hue of golden copper brown. He also has acuminate abdominal and pecto-sternal hair that’s also a shade of golden copper brown. He has a mole on the left side of his neck, on his right cheek, and on the left side corner of his lip. Tighezorvanus has five scars located on different parts of his body. The first scar he ever received was the result of surgically removing his right kidney. The second scar is a diagonal slash that reaches from the right trapezius to the top of the left pectoralis major. He has a stab wound on the left deltoid and a long scar on the right outer thigh. Lastly, he has a very noticeable burn scar that’s covering his left forearm and hand. He has two tattoos: a watery Eastern dragon on his back; and a raven skull is engulfed in blue flames on his right upper arm. As a 49-year-old, his golden copper brown has shown signs of greying and wrinkles appear on the forehead and eyes. He has crow’s feet and his frown lines have gotten deeper and more accentuated, which indicate wrinkling.

Tighezorvanus is often seen wearing a pair of army green cargo pants that reach to his knees in spring and summer. During autumn and winter, he prefers to wear standard overalls made from navy blue denim or grey sweatpants. He dons an unbuttoned, moonstone Aloha shirt with a floral pattern of sunray and mystic maroon hibiscus flowers. Underneath his favourite Aloha shirt, he either is wearing a solid black or bone white T-shirt. There are instances where he’s wearing a China ivory Aloha shirt that has bright sun and cardinal pink hibiscus flowers. Underneath his second favourite Aloha shirt is a Persian rose T-shirt with a yellow sea, blaze orange, and electric violet sun, and cyan mountains. Depending on the season and where he’s attending, his footwear consists of hiking sandals with or without white ankle socks and traditional low-cut tangerine sneakers. He wears a hololith bracelet that’s carved from jadeite dyed a light bluish green. Hanging around his neck is a special heirloom given to him by his father, which is a silver pendant necklace with a Celtic cross. He often dons a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses, but there are instances where he wears reading glasses. He’s usually seen wearing a fanny pack that holds his reading glasses, his phone, an epinephrine autoinjector, and a lucky rabbit’s foot.

Velabhort is primarily seen wearing a buccaneer red trench coat that reaches to the middle of his calves. He also wears stiletto red fingerless gloves, weathered denim jeans, a dusty grey T-shirt, and a pair of black combat boots. Like Tighezorvanus, he often dons a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses, but he never wears reading glasses and carries around an epinephrine autoinjector. He secretly carries around brass knuckles, a butterfly knife, and a pump action rifle that he bought from the black market. He also wields a gold-plated pistol with a built-in suppressor that’s similar to the Beretta 92 called the 19th Blistering Dream. Mulavozje prefers to wear a shadow green turtleneck sweater and a pair of brown loafers. He also dons eerie black 5-pocket jeans and prefers to wear a pair of reading glasses and carry around an epinephrine autoinjector. He is commonly seen carrying books, his sketchbook with various art supplies, a pack of cigarettes, and a brass lighter that depicts a swirling jaculus. Tighezorvanus, Velabhort, and Mulavozje have smoky topaz stud earrings, a gold watch on the right wrist, and three expensive rings. They have an amethyst solitaire ring on the right index finger, a band ring on the right ring finger, and a spinel cocktail ring on the left index finger.

After the sudden disembowelment of his mother, his partially dormant psychic abilities kicked in. Despite possessing psychic abilities, he has some trouble controlling his powers. He has psychokinesis, allowing him to utilise his mental effort in order to manipulate various forms of energy and matter. He possesses enhanced strength and is capable of lifting cars, trucks, buses, moderate to large sized rocks, trains, and massive trees. However, when he uses his enhanced strength and psychokinesis after a few hours, he feels quite exhausted due to the significant strenuous activity. Due to his psychometry, Tighezorvanus is able to obtain specific pieces of information about the past of a person or object by making physical contact. When dreaming, he can enter this bleak corridor filled with multiple coloured doors and it goes on for what feels like an eternity. Within this corridor, he is able to telepathically communicate with other people or supernatural beings. He is also capable of effortlessly traversing through his dreams and gaining insight into future events. His dermo-optical perception allows him to perceive colours and differences in brightness through his own skin. Velabhort is only capable of utilising psychokinesis, enhanced strength, and psychometry, but can’t perceive colours and varying brightnesses. Mulavozje can also utilise psychokinesis and psychometry, but possesses dermo-optical perception and can’t use enhanced strength. Velabhort and Mulavozje are both unable to access the dream corridor, meaning they can’t utilise dream telepathy and precognition. They all have special blood with the left being able to produce monstrosities that only obey his orders and the right can bestow luck in fertility and prolong one’s lifespan. Tighezorvanus, Velabhort, and Mulavozje can read the thoughts and feelings of mortal beings and animals.

FAMILY:

Unnamed fraternal grandfather

Unnamed fraternal grandmother

Unnamed foster grandfather

Unnamed foster grandmother

Nelachodimus Oghilevan Grostalphen (father)

Bronazechus Grostalphen (older half-sister)

Menszaroch Grostalphen (older half-brother)

Fiachtelon Grostalphen (older half-brother)

Zdruveloka Knelazovic (mother)

Ksenzrija Grostalphen (younger sister)

Mukenodria Eyndakhotius (niece)

Sinjuzola Eyndakhotius (niece)

Demaphorkus Eyndakhotius (nephew)

Emalonius Suratophine Hopkalen (fiancée)

Ymoghelanus Vjekuslowa-Bisevozurka Grostalphen (daughter)

Cimabozulen Kruneslov-Domagujilte Grostalphen (son)

Velabhort’s unnamed Russian father who was a verbally abusive drug addict

Velabhort's unnamed neglectful Irish mother who was a physically abusive and neglectful alcoholic

Nelasomh Smekzurnova (Velabhort’s daughter)

Mulavozje’s unnamed mother who was a criminal investigator

Mulavozje's unnamed father who was a psychology teacher

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Tighezo (by most people and self-proclaimed)

Tighezorna (by a few people)

Kiddo (by Nelachodimus)

Bubica (“little bug” in Croatian) (by Zdruveloka)

Bratty attention-seeker (by Menszaroch)

Daddy’s favourite (by Menszaroch)

My caramel almond (by Emalonius)

Honey pie (by Emalonius)

Lovebug (by Emalonius)

Dad (by his children)

Sensitive whore (to Velabhort) (by Elphazotius)

Cuate (“buddy” in Spanish) (by Climakho)

Mister Tighezorna (by the Whinzraste family)

Mo fhíorghrá (“my true love” in Irish) (by Idonszela)

Luchik (“sunray” in Russian) (by Oktabhrenius)

Prince Charming (to Velabhort) (by Uylshopated)

Knight In White Armour (to Mulavozje) (by Uylshopated)

Popular newcomer (by Merszalot)

Tirhejolusza (by Yndzrajet)

Tighezorsa (by Wadoszige)

Snot-nosed retard (to Velabhort) (by Zebastodi)

Wily dipshit (to Velabhort) (by Droghexusia)

Mulavoz (to Mulavozje) (by Vongazritche)

The man with golden copper hair and orange sunglasses (by Milatogrus)

My handsome candytuft (by Uyrsezola)

Clumsy ox (by Kriemogunda)

Benign hound (by Wibavoplehus)

Moronic playboy (to Velabhort) (by Lutszemoba)

Psychotic nuisance (to Velabhort) (by Lutszemoba)

Mister Grostalphen (by Poschielubzak, Gleichowaszut, and Chuslebomina)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

Tighezorvanus is heteroflexible, Velabhort is heterosexual, and Mulavozje is demiromantic asexual.

His birthday is June 19th (Gemini)

His blood type is AB-

He’s allergic to local anesthetics, insect stings, chromium, and mould.

He knows a little bit of Croatian and French.

He had a cavity on the first molar of his lower jaw, which has been replaced with a metal filling.

He has two Siberian huskies, a Cornish Rex, a ball python, and five leopard geckos. His five leopard geckos are different morphs and these are Enigma, Super Hypo, Bell Albino, Blazing Blizzard, and Raining Red Stripe. His first husky is an agouti male named Uvalonche and the second one is an orange copper female who goes by Mishvanok. His ball python is named Kiobla and his five leopard geckos go by Yamokreti (Enigma), Visjemochka (Super Hypo), Bleszafod (Bell Albino), Eprakholtus (Blazing Blizzard), and Knevazorsich (Raining Red Stripe).

His Cornish Rex, Lapemokusi, used to belong to his fiancée.

In regards to his ethnicity, he’s 25% Scottish, 25% American, 25% Russian, and 25% Croatian.

Velabhort Smekzurnova has slight feelings for Avelonthius Demilozusa Falevogur-Komtezula.

He was originally an early childhood educator, but since he moved from his home country and is looking for a new job relating to early childhood, he’s currently working at a pawn shop.

Tighezorvanus likes parties, wood sculptures, the sensation of heavy bass, natural landscapes, lunar eclipses, his vinyl record and birdhouse collections, most of his family, working in early childhood educational settings, rare and underrated video games, and hot air balloons. Velabhort likes going on killing sprees, pornography magazines, human anatomy, rare animal pelts, anime merchandise, laying on carpeted floors, crescent moons, going to underground nightclubs, oceanic views, and fish taxidermy. Mulavozje likes sleeping in, smoking, ancient human civilizations, sitting in front of a fireplace, his model car collection, keeping old tickets and bookmarks, snow globes, knitted sweaters, early fall, and overcast weather.

Tighezorvanus dislikes nosy people, horrible and janky video games, the smell of boiled eggs and fish, illegal drugs, alcohol in general, skunks, storm-chasing, mid-morning, competition, and blisters. Velabhort dislikes being watched, phlegm, bobbleheads, hand-holding, simplicity, weird kinks, hardwood floors, the rising sun, gossip, and mannequins. Mulavozje dislikes waking up early, crowded places, blood, erotica art and stories, fanfiction, frozen lakes, late winter, leeches, being touched on the chest, and baggy clothing.

Tighezorvanus’ hobbies consist of woodworking, mediation, camping, volunteering, collage making, balloon twisting, collecting vinyl records and birdhouses, and playing video games. Velabhort's hobbies consist of cruising, recreational fishing, wine tasting, watching anime, playing billiards, and collecting antique art and travel brochures. Mulavozje’s hobbies consist of sketching, knitting, baking, completing jigsaw puzzles, collecting model cars, and recording his most vivid dreams.

Tighezorvanus knows how to play the bango, but he gave it to his daughter after he lost interest.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite animals are the pine marten, bottlenose dolphin, Eurasian bittern, Gila monster, and straw-coloured fruit bat. Velabhort's favourite animals are the golden eagle, Virginia opossum, hellbender, black-footed ferret, and common snapping turtle. Mulavozje’s favourite animals are the black giant squirrel, horseshoe crab, mountain hare, Eurasian otter, and red wolf.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite flowers are the scarlet pimpernel, burnt candytuft, Rocky Mountain Columbine, oak-leaf hydrangea, and star of Bethlehem. Velabhort's favourite flowers are the hellebore, bee orchid, California poppy, coast rhododendron, and broad-leaved anemone. Mulavozje’s favourite flowers are the grape hyacinth, mountain laurel, Indian paintbrush, Spanish broom, and early purple orchid.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite comfort foods are one-pot paneer curry pie, deep-fried Mars bars, cock-a-leekie soup, pita with hummus, jalapeno poppers, and salami. Velabhort's favourite comfort foods are rollmops, hladetina, caramel shortbread, hunter’s stew, pepperoni bites, and braised short ribs. Mulavozje’s favourite comfort foods are creamy spinach and artichoke chicken skillet, carrots with garlic mayonnaise, honeycomb toffee, crème brûlée, zagorski štrukli, and clapshot.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite colours are thunderbird, sea nymph, and the hues of the hibiscus flowers on his Aloha shirt. Velabhort's favourite colours are cornflower, orange peel, granny smith apple, and the hue of his trench coat. Mulavozje’s favourite colours are rose bud cherry, shadow green, affair, and glacier.

Tighezorvanus’ biggest pet peeves are slow drivers, passive-aggressiveness, nails on a chalkboard, those who cut him in line, individuals who don’t pick up after their dogs, people giving him the silent treatment, and pet hair all over clothes, floor or furniture. Velabhort's biggest pet peeves are tapping, papercuts, slurping loudly, gum chewing, slow Internet, bumper stickers, unwanted staring and attention, sidewalk hogs, and unnecessarily crowded places. Mulavozje’s biggest pet peeves are double dipping, chewing nails, misspelling, crumbs in the butter, not resetting the microwave, and askew pictures.

Tighezorvanus took on a wide range of odd jobs in order to fund a good chunk of his college education. These odd jobs consist of being a babysitter, grocery deliverer, dog-walker, groundskeeper, bingo manager at an old age retirement home, customer service representative, tutor, and voiceover artist.

Tighezorvanus owns a 2017 Honda Civic Type R, but Mulavozje prefers to ride a bike as he’s worried about environmental sustainability.

Whenever Tighezorvanus and his alter egos listen to classical music, they fondly reminisce on their father’s love for it.

During the time Tighezorvanus and his fiancée were dating, he randomly asked her if she wanted to see him jerk off. He's still embarrassed by that and he believes that Velabhort was trying to break through at that moment.

Tighezorvanus likes to pop his back

He’s secretly a good ventriloquist

He usually prefers to prop his feet up on furniture

Tighezorvanus often takes huge bites of food

Tighezorvanus moves a fair amount when talking because he doesn’t like to simply stand there and do nothing.

He doesn’t like to admit that he has nearsightedness

He drinks a lot of soda and smoothies

He secretly likes to paint his and other people’s nails

Velabhort likes to one-up people

He’s quite suspicious of other people

He’s a functioning alcoholic

Velabhort is a control freak

Velabhort never admits when he’s wrong and gets aggressive when people confront him about his behaviour.

He likes to sit facing away from the door

He has a loud, distinctive laugh

Mulavozje likes to sit at the very end of a row (e.g. couch)

He taps his chin or strokes his nose when thinking

Mulavozje rolls his eyes a lot

Mulavozje is great at debates

He prefers home-cooked food

He frequently adjusts his sleeves or black jeans

He bobs his left foot when sitting cross-legged

He occasionally monologues, but it's often interrupted by someone near him.

Tighezorvanus’ guilty pleasure is watching or listening to anything that has cheesy elements such as motivational videos, movies, and music playlists. He only does this because it brightens up his day and makes them feel less boring. Velabhort's guilty pleasure is masturbating in the closet or shower, so he can feel “alive” and “not empty inside”. Mulavozje’s guilty pleasure is observing strangers and imagining their stories.

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jackklinemybeloved · 1 year

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I know it’s been said but I can’t stop thinking about chuck saying his next book is “a little Vonnegut” in 4x18 and dean going “slaughterhouse five Vonnegut or cat’s cradle Vonnegut?”

like imagine you write two dozen paperbacks about Dean Fucking Winchester of all people and then he hits you with “oh you mean the war ptsd one or the daddy issues one?” what do you even say to that. how do you respond with a straight face.

#HOWWW #cats cradle would drive s5 dean up the fucking wall I just know it #you ever accidentally cause an apocalypse by making some ill advised decisions put in motion by your father #you ever have to grow up too quick and take care of your weird little brother because your dad is consumed in his work #and his work is what will doom you.#and SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE???#that line about free will?#‘you were just BABIES then’ ???#drives me up the fucking WALLLLL #dean winchester #chuck shurley #spn #supernatural #spn s4 #dean and john

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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months

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This is not really a question but just popping into say that I am OBSESSED with your boy king Seb au.

Is this partially because Seb is my favourite driver? Yes. Is this partially due to the fact that history and by extension, historical fiction one of my favourite things ever? Yes.

This is a really random tangent but when you mentioned the AU being loosely based on the Spanish War of Succession, I was like I recognise this but from where? I looked it up and realised that I learnt a little about it when I studied Louis XIV. This also reminded of how much I used to love making fun of Louis XIV as well.

This just struck me as I was writing this but since Fernando is based on Philip and if I remember correctly comes from Renault (basically) in this au, would that make Flavio Briatore the Louis XIV in this universe...

Sorry for the really long text - I got carried away lmao

Nooooo don't apologize!! I absolutely love long asks, and I'm so glad you like the au so much!!!! That makes me so haopy to hear 🥹 But you're so real, this au does in fact stem from my obsessions with my f1 boys and history. I'm very happy to have found a way to combine my two major interests into one thing 🤭🤭 But as I said to someone earlier today, it often feels like this AU is just a way for me to force-feed people niche history trivia LOL

Imagining Flavio as Louis XIV gave me a heart attack sjkfkflf, that man cannot and should not have that amount of power 😭 Flavio is Fernando's top advisor!! I think he works better as someone working behind the scenes, in the shadows, the little devil on Fernando's shoulder. I like to imagine he's some merchant who gained enough reputation and favor, that Fernando's father or smth was like, yeah sure you can be my son's advisor....not knowing he'd become king later on.

I think he obviously genuinely really cares for Fernando and makes decisions in his best interest but uhhhhh is not upset when it also happens to put a bit of money in his own pocket. I imagine he was like, super gung-ho about the arranged marriage, and giving fernsndo all these platitudes like "don't you think this is your best chance at being King 🥺 maybe you can find true love 🥺" but then is also making deals behind the scenes sjkfkv. Just constantly doing mental arithmetic, weighing out and balancing how much he's benefitting Fernando, and how much he's benefitting himself. Also lol, I like to imagine he tries to be all schemey with Seb, but then can't help but become endeared with him(reminds him of a younger Fernando 🤧)

#im not sure who louis xiv would be hmmmm #i thought maybe Prost #but getting into the generation pre-Charles VI and such is opening up a giant can of worms 😭#im not mentally prepared trying to figure out all of those politics and roles haha #but yeah tps! all of them are advisors. and yknow all have their own ways of advising #tho i rly do find flavio particularly amusing. man he would do so well in this era #hes just casually trying to convince Fernando w the marriage and Fernando sees thru him like. ik what youre doing here #but knows even if flavio is doing a lot of shit that he rly does care for fernando most of all #maybe Fernando's father in this au was somewhat absent and flavio accidentally ended up filling that role #when he got offered the advisor position he wasnt expecting a *kid*#okay sry you didnt ask for this lore but im giving it to you anyways jdkfkg #catie.asks.#boy king au

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anubisthe1 · 8 months

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People act like madara is the one at fault but remember that obito fucked up madaras plans so bad he was terrified an the idea of that grandpa being brough back to life.

Like obito should've had nothing to worry about if he had just done what he was told to do.

#the difference between what obito did and what madara prob advised him to do is insane #zetsu doesnt help #he is like a broken cellphone #obito uchiha #madara uchiha #they are like father and son to me

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captainkurosolaire · 9 months

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X1 ~ Assassinate Love? Mission Failure!

Reference ~ Chapter One ~ ♪ "Violet" ♪ Heavy downpour of rain cascaded down below weeping skies, trembling with aches roaring amongst Othard city-scape. This story is gray, from time; before… When they first met. Softly a footstep rippled against a puddle left in aftermath. Until arriving indoors to an inner-sanctum, where native magpies chirped happily. Eastern-garbed Seeker blindfolded, but not senseless as one of the swarming envoy magpie flew above dropped a contract that would forever change the course of history, his hands-skillfully swiped. This particular individual served within an elite-group of assassins known as Black Miracles, underground where secrets are bred in a shadow organization. Specially-lethally designed to exterminate or hunt; mankind. Often they solved-plights that Doma citizens sought fortune with mere whispers, a jar was created in the space-and-void thought barren of nothing; and sometimes remedy and salvation was granted as alternative fortune. Duzan-tai-gachi, a foretelling katana, rumors said it could cut-through-anything; was stolen by treacherous pirates stowing near a coast in Ruby Seas, a crucial weapon for arms, The Far East would need to further utilize in their efforts against the Imperial-noose in this period. Fingers-done tracing the braille, understood. Vanishing like fellow-air, his excelling reflexes, heard and moved gracefully not even droplets of rain stood a chance to drench him or deter his pace. Overlooking a cliff where the treacherous sea-vessel took station under canopies of tree-shade; leafs blown taken from creaking branches.

A small-pixie companion peeked her-eyes out of his sleeve and gave a yawn! Awakening, Flicker, who acted as his ‘Sight’ for bound-style. His-motionless tone and verbiage simplistically gave volume, “How many signatures do you detect below?” Commanding an estimate. She peered-forth and squinted, her eyes-zooming inward, aether dancing-around them, creating a distinct aura. As she began counting them… Something odd-occurred, never happening prior that frightened, even the magical-being. The fluttering pixie had eyes-dart back at her of powerful brilliant-violets orbs. “T-t-there’s someone unique in there! They perceived my snooping! I counted a hundred-thirty-nine; before seen Master!” It could be worrying that his own outline was seen back. Most would derail from this mission, dangerous to advance. Emotionless discarded and donning a mask. “Very well. I’ll just have to slaughter them before they anticipate further thoughts.” There wasn’t any maliciousness in conveying, killing was nothing more than breathing. He pricked a thumb and swiped it across a scroll quickly, and a Hingashi Kite appeared. Gale-winds of the storm, tempest were felt in not only the perception of his incredible-Miqo'te genes, but analyzing when to act with timing and trajectory. Laughing drunk freebooters on the deck were festively continuing their putrid vices. Descending and atop them with a shadow-drop, they saw a kite above. Before their eyes-caught up, the lights dimmed out, he let himself go from the kite’s handles, and was on their table, kunai-knives, needles and strong-tempered wire linked to those projectiles, swept underneath his sleeves from various directions, piercing their throats, jugulars, every vital and alongside, severing them. A curvaceous courtesan who was getting rowdy sea-dog drinks walked upon poor time, she saw crimson ichor being washed away, the rain was frighteningly his accomplice, the puddle-of-red reflected his true murder-design. She couldn’t bellow aloud, a death-palm wrapped around her mouth, another callous-leather-gloved hand squeezing around her throat, tight-too-much-so. Expression's fear wrinkled her facially… Then… absence, null, but silent-peace, strangled and manhandled. He was just a loyal-bound blade of servitude, no attachments anchored him. Who molded him into such a proficient-weapon, broke, rebuilt, and then broke him again until he was forged; meant to horrifically slash, he-zoned away from his identity. Becoming Doma’s hidden blade, The Black Miracle; resident night-fright, his-assassin moniker; Shadow Father. Before disappearing from his deed, fire erupted from below the floorboards, he barely dodged unscathed, his tail-singed and soles alongside garb, strand hairs engulfed to embers. Instinct kept him solid. Quick-but-not fast enough to slaughter-everyone as intended. That presence aboard who peered back, unthinkably walked up above, her aroma drove him wildly in familiarity and attempted to evoke; tranquility, and even open to possibilities of allure. Beyond all that emotionless, senses were being drawn-back for the memory, he wore so many masks and bore many scars, to forget, manipulatively disciplined. You are nothing but steel… You will execute for peace. You are formless, stainless. You’re too sharp and have no delicate edges. You slaughter in one-blow decisively. You hold no-weights, your identity-matters not. For you are The-Blade! Remembering this poisonous teaching, he was whipped, brutalized, his body-soul-mind-spirit forged, conducted in a method, to become strictly something conditioned, for War. A thing; the technology, advancements of all of Garlemald would be fearful to know; as an enemy not even precious machinery could stay guarded.

Flicker pried out of his sleeve gaining some distance but telepathically linking to him, “Careful, Master! She’s got spirits! They’re… they’re everywhere… even the ones-you-slew.” Silencing and restoring composure from his flash-back once again being his own bane of emotion, blinding himself. Her bare-feet walked on the dock, connected with nature’s blessing, life to death, in the fullest. A totem-hanging on her waist. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault, I should’ve figured they’d bring someone to retrieve that blade! I’v-” Before she could explain; that reasoning beyond their thievery was to remove the Voidal curse placed on that blade! If anyone unsheathed it, they would’ve gone on a mad killing-spree and struck all allies. She was round-kicked in the gut-sent reeling back and upchucking saliva, her breathing labored and consciousness staggered. The assassin lunged-forth with a piercing-charge but was blocked by an earth-spirit who defended her, conditionally and lovingly. The fire-element sent another blast towards him that caused his tail-senses to react with a bolted dodge. The-pirated angry spirits that were slain became malevolent and wicked, to the point they were manifesting pure-hatred toward their executor. He took punches and blows, from-the-unseen in-between worlds as-if air-was fighting back. Visibly-soundless blows cracked ribs heard, his teeth-gritted, palms grabbing the hilt of his true-sheathed Hingashi-forged, blade, aether exuding out of him before pulling out with a spinning slash, true-compact steel like he wielded, neutralizes spirits-demons, once again he slew and their heads dissipated, as so-did their forms, but they would manifest again, in time. This occurrence wasn’t normal. Most often people vanquished will dissolve to the life-stream typically, but not always. Some spirits-souls, become lost or fragments! And as-such, become damned, malevolent-incarnates, they curse, and will-sink into where they often were slain with irritation if not given proper guidance or closure. By a-proper mender. That woman was responsible, that strange-totem on her waist, strange-aura emitted from it. Flicker shouted out at him.You’ll have to kill her or destroy that thing on her buckle! Regaining her stature a little wobble in her legs and shaking, she spat out blood, giving a look at her palm of her condition; feeling it; embracing, “I don’t like to hurt others, but I’ve no choice! You’re too dangerous!” Taking a fighting-pose, her lips pursed apart. “Soul-Integration: Earth"

He took a sword-stance, which his blade-charged lightning swirled around him, in blinding-speed he would-take once again another plunge forth, it didn’t matter if any of her element-spirits were blocking him. He’d blitz and take that damned-head! The accomplice of the assassin, the rainstorm taking place, struck lightning and fed into his aetherial charge! Blowing-through, uprooting and tearing the-deck of the ship, lightning-set-ablaze and struck the sail, burning it; rain-weather sought to quell. His powerful-strike was rooted and grabbed-shockingly, by her hand that was earthly-attuned and imbued, startling to him, the soles-of-her feet had become-gravel clad-boots to absorb electricity and nullify it, entirely and reinforce her physical-strengths ten-fold. She delivered a counter-punch uppercut that shattered his mask and broke into his face, following with her long and powerful legs, thighs credibly known of the Seeker and kicked him in the ribs if they were-cracked from earlier onslaught, it broke just now!

His air-gone and wheezing lungs took placement, sanguine-drenched down from his nose-broke, he realigned with a snap. She fused herself with the Earth spirit? What-was this woman?! “MASTER, I’VE HEARD OF THIS!” “SHE’S A SHAMAN!!!”

Coughing and hacking up internal-injury, the Black Miracle, blindfolded visage revealed mask-shattered, but some of his tribal-marks showing his distinguished face. They knew another. Gasp of realization came from her, tackled off her feet the Integration breaking, detecting her stance-wavered showing signs of weakness to exploit, falling back on the wood below crashing with him over-top her, he aligned his blade up to the skies and was going to pierce it-downward into her heart, in that instantaneous moment fire-erupted, his-blindfold, was extinguished purposely, her delicate hands grabbed his cheek; comfortably, an ilm-away from puncture, her composure didn’t waver, his unyielding and dazzling golden eyes-open and the world unraveled to truth. Time felt removed. With all that was ingrained, emotionless, nothingness. How could he forget the one-person who combated him many, years ago, strangers that passed by in their moments-in-life, and for some reason, she conveyed something out of him and extracted it to make him; change his destiny and create a dynasty to live for a greater-good. He was Shadow, mysterious and deadly, but unbiased-slaughtered he sacrificed his identity without even being born from the Nationality to make amends for the atrocities of a Nunh formerly, he became emotionless not trusting his raging ire of old; transforming to cold steel; removing former color until it was midnight-black. She was Light, warm, non-discriminating, embraced notions, exhibiting pure heat. Just her presence-alone, felt like you were able to confide-in, she sacrificially served as a heroine ahead-of-time and threw herself at the task of any troubled-spirit, soul, and brought eternal-heaven before them. Exiled and Freed from their Tribe Sept-branches they entangled on fate-paths long-ago and had but a simple conversation, but there was something that felt-so intimate between them and joy-easiness, that type of feeling; you cannot conceive, can’t put currency on it and try determining the value, or place-why, it just exists! Love meant to be. When gaze met; constellations opened, peering futures, hearts awoke, hers longingly and that blade himself, alongside wielded, surrendered clanging against the planks. “I know you.” "Yeah, and I know you.” Her smile sheathed his steel-composure. For the first-time again… his heart-beat thrummed. Reminded his identity-of-former, beyond obligated masks wore.

How problematic after a succession-rate of 100% Mission, Contract, Failed...

#FFxivWrite2023 #Envoy #The Chapter.#reader discretion advised #ffxivwrite2023 #-Captain Kuro Solaire #Creative Writing #Hoku Solaire #Rokeia Solaire #Father of Shadow #Mother of Dawn #Captain's Parents #The First Episode - The Dawn Before The Black Sun.#FFXIVWrite

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m00nl1ght-sun25 · 6 months

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WATERMELON BROS FANFIC?!?

sooooo

im getting ready to write a fanfic abt kai and lloyd :0

uhhhh i havnt decided yet….

idk if i want it to be around that little scene after the merge we’re kai and lloyd found each other or so,e thing in sooner seasons :/

hmmmm

i also don’t know what to know it :P

if you have any ideas or requests or just anything left a ask in my drop box or comment on this!! :D

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #lloyd montgomery garmadon #ninjago kai #kai smith #me and my friend call kai and lloyd FFEDS #fruity father (and) emo depressed son #😭#idk…#i just need advise or smth y’all pls 😭#fanfic #oneshot preferably

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oldshrewsburyian · 7 months

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Even though I continue to be a wimp about horror, I am increasingly into Chapelwaite (and halfway through the series, which turns out to have 10 episodes instead of 6. Still more chances for people to become Less Okay! Help.) It's primarily a gothic horror show, but the characterization is so interesting. For instance:

the hypocritical minister™ is also genuinely trying to be a good man, and to fight for a version of his community where neighbors are more genuinely loving to each other

the dour minister's wife™ is also a grieving mother who is depressed and anxious and who feels estranged from her husband and doesn't know what to do about any of this

Honor, the sweet and solemn eldest of the Boone children, is negotiating her own place on the cusp of adulthood, but still possessed of a childlike innocence, even impulsivity sometimes. Also it turns out that she will fire a rifle at a crowd of racists trying to kill her dad (#goodforher)

I also love her siblings: Loa who is grieving and angry and not quite in her teens yet, and Tane who runs wild in the barn and garden and fights in school but also is still young enough to hold his dad's hand. I'm feeling guilty for preemptively deciding these kids were Unnecessary Additions To The Narrative because now I'm invested. And at the halfway point, Charles is practically trembling with the nervous strain of trying to protect them from isolation, grief, racists, vampires, and his own incipient madness. I am not okay about it.

Also, the acting is strong all around, and when Jennifer Ens gets her breakout role I will say aha because I love her so much as Honor. I was glad to see that Adrien Brody was nominated for an award in this because I can't decide whether watching him in this role counts as therapy (Aristotelian theory of tragedy) or requires an invoice for therapy (Tumblr theory of tragedy) but either way! There was a scene in the latest episode where we see him, in a long shot, confronting... something, we know not what. And we see his breathing change. And I started saying "nonononono" out loud, because whatever was making him look Like That...!

#chapelwaite #this has been out for years so i'm not worrying about spoilers #also i won't give away horror spoilers™ for those who might... uh... want to be scared by surprise vampires? and body horror?#not me!!#i'm presuming that charles won't die in precisely the same way as in the book but. uh.#i am not expecting him to survive #i continue to be irritated by anachronistic dialogue #at one point honor says of her father 'he hasn't grieved'#aside from that being a silly way to frame grief in any period: GIRL #your father is still in a non-minimalist definition of full mourning #he is not sleeping well #he is. um. high-functioning and trying not to burden his children with his emotions (good job charles!)#but grief is the atmosphere through which this man MOVES #it absolutely affects his readiness to threaten to kill a bunch of racists (good... job... charles?)#and beat a racist up before spitting the man's own whisky into his eye (extremely sexy of him. not. um. extremely well-advised.)#this man is gaunt and pale; trembling and hollow-eyed #'he hasn't grieved'??? what else is he DOING in the long lamplit hours of his solitude?#anyway as i was saying: adrien brody. therapy. some relationship to.#my insomniac chapelwaite diaries #loa suspects her dad of having feelings for the governess. i do not #but somewhat to my disappointment (narratively) it turns out she does have feelings (of some sort??) for him #she says 'he's the most interesting story that ever walked into my life' and yeah! sad possibly-cursed possibly-insane widower sea captain!#but that does not mean you are in love with your Solitary Employer miss morgan. even if he does have devastating bone structure.

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kuppaking · 1 year

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Need to catch a nap because I have an unreal headache and its been a morning but I just wanted to say as far as Bowser's intentions with Peach goes, the worst thing he would do is make her marry him. He wouldn't force her to do anything else. It may be fair to call him a stalker and a bit of creep for everything, but I think thats the limit. In fact, he'd probably end up letting her go once he realized she wasn't just going to fall in love with him because he really wants her to and that keeping her against her will is actually going to make her hate him. He could lock her in a cage and sing her stupid songs all day, but it wouldn't necessarily make her love him.

Like Peach wouldn't necessarily be in danger. Bowser isn't dangerous to Peach, he's a nuisance and perhaps an inconvenience but not a 'danger'. If Mario didn't save her or she didn't break out herself ( as far as movie verse goes ) Bowser wouldn't actually do anything to hurt her and like I said once he gets it through his thick turtle head she isn't gonna suddenly fall in love with him, even if his efforts include singing her songs and trying to show her he'd give her the best he has to offer, he'd probably let her go and cry about it tbh.

See we know Bowser's deeply delusional but to be fair to him his feelings for Peach were neither challenged nor fostered in a healthy, normal way. Kamek was the one who knew about Bowser's crush, and supported it, but not in a yes, son, its sweet that you're in love with the princess, maybe we should invite her to dinner one day and you can get to know each other, or anything like that, it was more, yes, now once we get the power star and take over the world Peach will defo marry you whether because she's so impressed you have the power star or because we're going to destroy the mushroom kingdom otherwise.

Bowser is... Very naive in the sense that given that was put to him as the one/right way, that is the way it can/ should be done. Bowser's also always got what he wanted by force with pretty much no negative repercussions and only rewards so its not fully occurring to him that you can't just approach Peach, as another living breathing thing, with thoughts and feelings of her own, and be like hey you have to like me now because I said so, and that'll work. Everything else Bowser's acquired has been either inanimate or he hasn't cared enough to care about its feelings.

With Peach he DOES care about her feelings so he would probably not know what to do once it registers(d) to him that Peach does not want to be his bride even if he forced her to be because he does want her to be happy and he does want her to love him back. Thats like, the end goal, to find some way to make Peach love him back, he's just not understanding the whole "make" thing isn't guaranteed and he actually can't force it to happen. And there is a part of him deep inside that might have the suspicion of this kind of thing being true, hence his rage, insecurity and spite but instead of exploring and acknowledging that as part of himself and the reality he's living in, he directs all of that at Mario and blames Mario + Mario's friends for "ruining things" instead of himself for not knowing how to and not going about things "right".

That being said yeah, he's fully capable of some other types of fucked up shit, and he IS a danger to those who aren't Peach, like, for example, reasoning something bleak and crazy like well if Peach loves someone else instead of me I'll just kill that someone else and keep killing the someone else's until eventually she's left with just ME and surely once all the other options are gone she'll HAVE to choose me and if she doesn't well FINE at least I don't have to deal with her with anyone else.

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☆ 🔥 ━◞ From The Mun ⊱#mario movie spoilers #been thinking about this lately.#man needs counseling and NOT from his evil wizard father/mother/adviser fjdkkfldf #in fact having an evil wizard for an only confidant has probably caused a lot of the issues here

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imissthembutitwasntadisaster · 2 years

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The thing about Ollie is that she never hesitates to do good - she throws a rock to help Coco, she tries to tell the kids on the bus to flee - but she doesn’t believe that any good will come of it anymore. It’s not that she needs to learn to be kind, it’s that she needs to learn that kindness means something, it’s not just a habit.

#and that's about her PARENTS because that constant stepping into be good #even when she claims she hates everyone #that's because kindness has been drilled into her from birth! because her parents LOVE HER #her mother AND her father!#her mother advises! her father PROVIDES #small spaces #guess who's listening to the audio book and having a whole moment

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sab-teraa · 1 year

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Adulthood is following your father with a notebook when he makes financial decisions … just so you can learn a tiny bit of financial literacy 😭

#like I trust my financial adviser #but there’s no one I trust more than my father lol

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