#her name is fritzi
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Sonictober2023 Day 7! Theme: Hammer. Amy and the Piko Piko Hammer. Name a more iconic duo. Though it if were up to her, everyone would answer it's her and Sonic. *Gulp* Best just go along with that, otherwise you'll see just how well she can use that hammer...
Art by Fritzy, with inks by Gaia Ruggenini, and colors by Tom Carter “IndexSonic”
#archie sonic online#sonictober#sonictober 2023#amy rose#piko piko hammer#aso#archie sonic#day 7#hammer#hearts#sonic the hedgehog
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Hi! Anglican here (Episcopalian’s British cousins). Overall the services are very similar in basic structure- a thing that has thrown catholic friends of mine before is that we do have slight variations of some of the prayers (someplacesthe Lord’s Prayer ends in ‘for yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory’ rather than ‘deliver us from evil’ and I believe the creed is slightly different!) and in my own experience quite different hymnals. Idk if you’d want to take communion but probably a good idea to ask the vicar first- most churches are okay with it as long as you’re some kind of confirmed Christian. Usually you can take the pamphlet thing they give you up to the alter to indicate you just want a blessing! Keeping your arms down and if needs be asking also tend to work- most anglicans and Episcopalians I know tend to prefer having the host put in their hands. Most churches have near obligatory cake and coffee at the end, it’s either bad or the best thing you’ve had. Usually worth the gamble! There might be a lot of variation- our tradition focuses a lot on compromise so some low churches seem very ‘Protestant’ while others can be really high church so my apologies for the generality of the advice! I hope you have a good service and a lovely week!
Thank you for your response.
I just got done with the service today. It was extremely modern. All white walls and very minimalist decor. The art depicting the liturgical season was absolutely gorgeous.
The music was very….well, hippie Protestant. I’m glad there was a pamphlet with the order of the liturgy. The Nicene Creed is slightly different and threw me off quite a bit.
The deacon was so nice! I’m glad I got a chance to see her in her element and outside of a professional setting. The deacon is a former catholic I work with so it was nice chatting with her afterwards.
Other things I noticed:
Name tags! Each person puts their name on there. It’s a nice touch. They also asked me to put pronouns on, too. Which was different.
Coffee and tea before service. I’ve never been somewhere that served coffee before service, usually that’s for after. I also felt strange taking it with me to the pews.
No kneelers. I’ve been informed that kneelers are at some episcopal churches. They were not present at the one I attended.
Baptism free-for-all. A new member who had just shown up that day was asked if he’d like to get baptized after service. He asked if he needed to go to classes first and they said that was optional. That kinda made my brain go fritzy.
Holy Ghost vs Holy Spirit. I knew this from watching Call the Midwife but it was still strange to hear. It makes me think of Scooby Doo or Julie and the Phantoms.
Everything is The Great. There are lots of different things described as “the Great.” The Great Amen, The Great Silence, etc etc.
Overall, interesting experience.
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autumn court
the family , 1/7
2 , dawn
The courts have always fascinated me but while reading and looking at the map I always thought that the worldbuilding was too rushed or too simplistic. So, I have decided to reimagine the courts in a way that makes more sense to me. Who knows? I may end up using these in the future for a book of my own.
I'm going to start this alphabetically, as I do most things, so the first court I'm looking at is the Autumn Court.
As of the start of ACOTAR and seemingly quite a few years before the start of the story, the High Lord is Beron Vanserra. He has a wife and seven sons, two of which are dead. We never get told the names of Beron's family, except his eldest son, Eris, and his seemingly youngest son, Lucien. Fascinatingly, Beron's family name is one of the only family names we ever learn about in the series. Since it's so unique, I'm going to start with that.
With a quick google search and most likely inaccurate information, Beron is a German name, and the Autumn Court is full of forests which I like to think is just stereotypical, but also useful. In a quick list, I've assigned these names to his family:
FRIEDERIKE SOMMER- "peaceful ruler" "summer".
From a noble family who ruled over farmlands in the southwest of the court. As a child, she was known as Fritzi, a sweet little girl who loved animals. Some even rumoured that she could communicate with them. Once her father married her off, she lost that childlike charm too early. At the beginning of her marriage, she was occasionally called Frieda by her husband, in an attempt to lack the animosity that was between them, however rumours of an old love removed even the bleakest attempts at friendliness.
EKKEHARD VANSERRA- "blade, hard"
The eldest son was born a year after the wedding. As the eldest and most powerful he has the most responsibility and loyalty from other court members. According to many, he's the son with the most likely chance of becoming the next High Lord once Beron dies. As a child, and in private, he was often called Eike by his mother. Growing up, he changed a lot with the environment around him. Names as power, so he changed his to protect himself, and the memories of his glowing mother from when he was a child. To everyone but his favourite, he is known as Eris, a direct target to his father, as it's a name chosen from the Day Court, who the Autumn Court has a mysterious quarrel with..
MEINRAD VANSERRA- "power, advice"
The second son, born a while after his brother. During adulthood, he has been sent away to look over a town on the other side of the court.
SIEGFRIED VANSERRA- "victory, peace"
As the third son, he was often wrangled as a part of the brood, so he fought to make a name for himself. He was often seen as a violent man, encouraging fights and often inflicting punishments by his own hand, a vast difference to his mother's little Sigi. However, he was one of the brothers last seen following the exile through the borders to Spring.
KUNIBERT VANSERRA- "royal, bright"
He didn't particularly have much going for him. He wasn't as powerful as Ekkehard, or as violent as Siegfried. He was often seen following the stronger brothers around, and often it was the violent ones so he could hide how cowardly he truly was, even if it meant following them into the claws of a lawful, foreign High Lord.
OTMAR VANSERRA- "wealth, famous"
As a child, he was often soft and polite. He offered food to orphaned children and he liked to read in the gardens rather than force his title onto unwilling people. Once his brothers were murdered, he didn't have much choice but to change.
JOST VANSERRA- "lord"
As the youngest Vanserra son for a long while, he had the least opportunities and the least hope for a powerful future. He remained amicable with his brothers, and, undoubtedly has the least amount of enemies, always following his brothers' unanimous decisions.
LEVIN VANSERRA- "beloved, friend"
Born with a long period between his brothers, mysteriously after the Lady's long walks stopped, and a new period of violence set in the court. Disliked by all except his mother, he grew up in isolation, unable to visit his true father who was kept away from him. He was rarely trained and barely tutored and a eye was never kept. As a young adult, he fell in love with who the High Lord saw as a mistake. They were both punished, and he left, changing his name and vowing a curse on the High Lord's head.
The Autumn Court family dynamic is incredibly interesting to me. Seven sons, two dead, one not truly a son. The amount of Reddit stories that could come out of these nine is a dream I wish I could get on an extensive google doc.
#acotar#autumn court#lucien vanserra#eris vanserra#lady of autumn#helion x loa#day court#spring court#beron vanserra#lucien's unnamed brothers
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We Belong To Death
Hi homegirls! Here's the second chapter of my Viktor X Reader fic!
The reader has female anatomy and goes by she/her pronouns. Further chapters will contain NSFW content!
PLEASE comment on what you think or what you'd like to see! I love collaborating!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters besides Persephone. I used the Arcane lore and characters from Kander and Ebb's Cabaret for much of this chapter's plot!
Trigger warnings: Sexual themes, drugs, alcohol, and death
Chapter 2 - Life is a Cabaret
"Lacey", the name of the cabaret you worked at... and grew up in. Owned by your dearest Granny Ray, this place became your home. The upstairs is where you lived with the elderly women and your sisters, other orphaned children she had taken in. There were seven of you: Fritzy, Sally, Frenchie, Helga, Lulu, Rosy and you. You adored your family, and they adored you. Fritzy and Sally were the oldest, 24 years old—both tall and adorning beautiful locks of brown hair. Fritzy was known for her cold demeanor but nonetheless showed her sister's love in her own ways. Being the oldest is a tough job, and she felt it was her responsibility to help Granny Ray raise and protect you all.
Then there was Sally, also the oldest, but don't expect her to look after anything. Despite having the sweetest heart, she is known to be impulsive, forgetful, and a little on the wild side. Frenchie- 20, in your opinion, was one of your most beautiful sisters, who was quite aware of her beauty's effect on others. With her green eyes and auburn hair her smile could get her anything she wanted. Helga-20, too, could get anything she wanted from others, but this was more through intimidation; with her short purple hair and muscular build, she was your protector. However, she was also very charming, making her and Frenchie unstoppable in getting what they wanted. Lulu- 18, was very quiet and sensitive to what was happening around her. Being able to read people's emotions and intentions, she was who you needed when new people came knocking on the club door wanting to do business. With her petite build and dark hair, she easily went unnoticed when lurking in the shadows, assessing those around her. Finally, there was your sister, Rosy, with her curly black afro and golden brown eyes; she was the face of mischief. Rosy-18 had always been curious and intrigued by what was happening around her. She snuck into air ducts, closets, and cupboards with her petite build, nearly scaring Granny Ray half to death most of the time. If you ever wanted to know what was happening in anyone's life, she was the one you would ask.
Now, this cabaret is different from what you think it is. It isn't some shady strip club or whorehouse; Lacey was where one could watch a performance that could match those of the theatres in Piltover. Sure, you had your drunks and men who would ogle over the girls performing, but as Granny Ray said, "We live in a man's world, girls. Unfortunately, no one holds men accountable for their behavior, so we might as well make money off it." And she was right; the money you and your sisters made off those dingy men was why you survived in the undercity. However, this didn't mean the men could touch the performers; no, no, no, Granny Ray was very strict that her performers were always safe and that any person trying to cause funny business would be dealt with, often by Vander himself.
Vander was very close with Granny Ray as she often looked after his kids Vi, Powder, Claggor, and Mylo. Oh, how you loved them! Due to The Last Drop and Lacey being across the street from each other, you often spent time with them, which you loved because they were much closer in age to you than your sisters, as you were only 11. You were only allowed to be a performer at Lacey when you were 18, so while your older sisters performed, you worked behind the bar making "drinks" with Powder (Granny Ray made sure only to give you two fruit juices). This is how it went for years, all you kids running between the two establishments "helping" and getting a small allowance. However, it was clear that Vander and Granny Ray hardly gave you any actual work, instead just tasks to keep you busy.
Oh, how you couldn't wait for the day you could join the cabaret; you'd been learning the dances and songs your whole life from your older sisters, especially Rosy; she was often the star of the show and one of the sisters you were most close with. Her grace and elegance were unmatched, and while you thought all your sisters were talented, you could understand why she was the star.
As the years passed, you got more and more excited to join the cabaret until things took a turn for the worst. You were not told what happened; all Granny Ray said was Vander had passed away, and you could no longer see the kids. Only from Lulu and Rosey did you hear of Claggor and Mylo's death and how Vi and Powder had disappeared. You couldn't believe this and in a panic rushed to The Last Drop, and who you found was a man called Silco. He bent to your level despite his cold facade, "Hello, young Percy. I suggest you run back home, but not before I give you a message for Granny Ray; tell her that Lacey is under my protection and has no obligation to help sell shimmer." You ran home confused. What was shimmer, and why was he protecting your home? Upon arrival, Granny was furious. And you were forbidden ever to go there and talk to your friends again. Why do so many people expect you always to forget the past and those you love with little to no explanation? However, sensing your sadness and panic, Fritzy took you aside to explain what had happened more clearly. "My dearest Percy, I know you are confused, but you need to know that at this time, you have to stay away from there for your safety. Your friends have moved to another beautiful world where they are now playing together!" "But why did they leave me? Everyone leaves me." you sobbed, and the windows shook. All your sisters came into the room, knowing you were losing control. Before you knew it, they surrounded you, gently holding you in a group hug. You calmed down and looked up, "We will never leave you, Percy." Frenchie smiled. "Of course not; you're my favorite sister. Do you think I like these other bitc-OUCH?" Sally elbowed Helga in the side; don't swear in front of her. Everyone giggled, including you. "We love you, Percy, and we are here for you always," Sally whispered, kissing your forehead.
You were sad for a long while, but with the support of your sisters and time, you began to feel better, and before you knew it, it was your 18th birthday.
#viktor x reader#viktor arcane#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#powder arcane#jinx arcane#vander arcane#arcane silco#jayce talis#arcane x reader#arcane#arcane headcanon#silco#arcane netflix#viktor#smut
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The body guard
John Price X Elvira Wolff
Summary: John Price is a newly hired bodyguard to protect Elvira Wolff from any kind of harm that would befall her.
The Wolff family, a notorious family known for their business in the underworld in terms of illegal arms dealing of weapons, black mailing, hit men, whatever you wanted… They would get the job done, whatever you'd desire, they'd do it. For a price of course. That is the dangers of dealing with the Wolff family, they'd always want something in return.
Ulrich Wolff's past is a mystery unlike any other, all that people know is that he took over the company after his cousin; Dietrich Wolff had died brutally, many say the murder of Dietrich Wolff was a mere act of revenge. Out of pure spite, anger. Any kind of emotion, you name it. But on a more personal level… Everyone knew the real reason, but the whole murder was swept under the rug. One that should be forgotten, and never to be mentioned again. When you hold such power, you can make anything and anyone disappear from the face of the earth.
From that day forth he adopted his goddaughter; Elvira Wolff under his care when she was three years old … And the rest is history. As Elvira grew up Ulrich's Wife, Fritzi had passed away due to cancer. To fill that void and emptiness and also losing their beloved dog Nux to old age, Ulrich got two dogs to make Elvira feel less alone and for Ulrich's sake as well.
One dog is named Ivan – A Caucasian Shepherd, a mountain dog. Stubborn and having a mind of his own, he only listens to Elvira. And Ulrich, occasionally. The second dog is named Luna – A German Shepherd, both of the dogs were named by Elvira.
Elvira lived an isolated life in the Wolff mansion, hidden away from the world and the possible dangers. That dared to harm her. She was home schooled in her younger years and her teenage years. Due to her intelligence and high IQ, she finished homeschooling relatively early and got her degrees. Now she spends most of her days helping Ulrich with work, learning about the business when it'll be her then to take over.
When she isn't working or studying about the business she would draw, read books and take the dogs out for their regular walks and play with them. While her routine may be repetitive, from day to day tasks… Elvira was content with what she was doing so far.
Being an only child of one of the many dangerous arms dealers had it's downsides. As she grew older the more protection Elvira needed, after a situation occurred where she was held as ransom a couple of months ago, tortured, stabbed and interrogated for information. Ulrich came to her aid and killed the person responsible. And from that scary moment… Ulrich knew she needed a bodyguard, and he knew just the right person for the job.
"I don't want a bodyguard, I don't need one and have never needed one." Elvira spoke to Ulrich with a firm tone, her arms crossed as she stared at her godfather.
"Elvira …What happened to you last time was too much of a close call, you could've died. And I can't lose you. You're all I have…" Ulrich said, placing his hands on her shoulders, trying to make Elvira understand the seriousness of the situation. After a moment of silence, a sigh escaped his lips.
"I can't be around that much to protect you anymore, work is getting more busy as the days go by. And it'll be good for someone to be around you, it's for your own good." He added, before smiling weakly. "Just… For me? At least tolerate it? Just a little?"
Elvira stared at her godfather before sighing softly. "Fine, fine…" She mumbled under her breath looking away, though deep down she was still adamant of not wanting a mere bodyguard beside her.
Jonathan Price - A Ex SAS Captain from the 22nd Regiment, for the most part of his life he had been fighting in the shadows. Though his childhood and early years are a mystery, he made a name for himself in the battlefield.
He's been shot, captured, locked up, abandoned, blown, left for dead and tortured. In the moment he knows what to do, experienced in hand to hand combat and known for excelling in a fluid and volatile environment. He was also known for his strength, loyalty, and courage. After being honourably discharged from the army due to an injury, he knew the career of remaining in the SAS was at it's wits end. Up until Ulrich approached him one day, wanting to hire him as a bodyguard. After having an interview and seeing how Price could fight, defend himself. And what he would do in any possible scenario, he was the best bodyguard Ulrich could get. Offering him a fair and high pay, up to Price's standards he took up the job. It was an immediate start, but Price was highly adaptable. No matter the situation or any kind of change, Price was able to compromise.
The next day Ulrich took Price back to the Wolff mansion where he got his own personal room, clothes for the job in his size and all the weapons he could ever need. And from there, his first day being a bodyguard had begun.
Elvira took a good look at Price the moment she met him, athletically built, wearing a smart suit and his short brown hair slicked back perfectly. Though she may have not liked the idea of having a personal bodyguard, it was for her own protection. She only tolerated it for Uli, knowing it would make him happy and at ease.
"Just so you know well, John Price, I can protect myself… I am only allowing this for Uli. Since he's worried…" Elvira made it crystal clear. Her facial expressions remained emotionless.
"I will be there no matter where you go, I took an oath with your godfather. Despite how lenient or annoyed you are, I am there." Price remained professional, his arms remained behind his back looking down at her.
Elvira simply huffed, knowing he would just follow her around. She grabbed the leashes for the dogs, in order to take them out for a walk. All the while Luna and Ivan were busy sniffing Price, curious about their new guest. With their leashes attached to their collars, it wasn't long until they went out for a walk.
During the walk Price remained behind Elvira to protect her, keeping a close eye on the surroundings and anything that may seem suspicious. After a ten minute walk they arrived at the Park, Elvira took off the leashes letting the dogs run around.
Luna was happily running around and Ivan was too busy sniffing the ground, Elvira sat down on the grass. Price remained serious and stoic about protecting Elvira, from the corner of his eye he saw Ivan digging the moment Elvira was no longer looking at the dogs.
"Miss? Miss Elvira?" Price said trying to get her attention, his brown eyes stared down at her.
Elvira heard Price's voice as she looked up at him, confused a little, and he motioned to Ivan who was digging a hole.
"Ach! Ivan!" Elvira said, calling him over. "Nein! We don't dig in the park!" There was a twinge of frustration in her voice, Ivan stopped what he was doing after hearing her voice. Ivan whined, his paws were dirty from digging the grass. A guilty look was on his face.
Price was amused with the whole situation watching Ivan talk back to his owner. "Never seen a stubborn dog." He simply commented.
"He is more than stubborn, it's best to go back home… Time to wash his paws again, for the third time this week." Elvira would say getting up from the grass, calling the dogs over and putting the leash on them once more, and they headed home after that.
The walk home was peaceful, not a problem in sight. Once they arrived back, they went through the gate on the side of the house into the large garden. Price helped Elvira, holding Ivan in place as she washed Ivan's paws with the gardening hose, of course Ivan was barking and whining a little. After a couple of minutes, the dogs were back inside the mansion and Price made the report to Ulrich at the end of the day.
"No problems? Nothing like that?" Ulrich asked, his eyes darting away from the paperwork in his hand.
"Everything is going well sir. But I think she didn't want a bodyguard." Price explained to Ulrich.
"Ja… She said that to me but, there will come a time she will need you. I trust that you won't fail that?" Ulrich's tone was firm and serious.
"I promise you." Price said his tone was sincere and serious. He was serious about protecting this young woman, even if she didn't want it. He knew it as well; There will come a time where she would need him.
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#call of duty#cod#cod fic#cod mw#call of duty modern warfare#cod modern warfare#cod oc#oc#ocs#elvira wolff#johnvira
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Dave and Fritzy’s pets in beanie and bonbon and Fritz, will and hens pet Princess(Elizabeth named her bc of course she did, they’re both our little princesses)
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MFB Phone Headcanons- Pt:2
(Here's part 1/Legendary bladers edition) How I think the Beyblade characters would communicate with each other/use social media :)
Madoka: Usually uses proper grammar/punctuation in all her texts but WILL YELL IN ALL CAPS IF NECESSARY. Only uses the heart emojis, does text emoticons for faces >:) Tried really hard not to get too into social media at first, but the likes are just so validating! All her followers are just so nice! Really popular on bey modding TikTok.
Benkei: Sends people good morning/goodnight texts regularly. Also checks in on as many people as he can as often as he can. ALL OF HIS TWEETS ARE IN ALL CAPS. Acts like an old man on TikTok, only uploads the occasional video to tell a story or show off something neat he found (like a cool bug or smth).
Tsubasa: Prefers texting over calls, but still only does it out of necessity. Doesn't really get the hype of social media, but likes to check in to see what his friends are up to. Posted one (1) photo of himself at the beach and blew up for some reason?🤔
Yu: "Ya got games on ya phone?" all day every day, even though he has his own phone with about a million games on it. Age restrictions on social media? Well, good thing he was born in 1965 :)) Tried to make a twitter account but Tsubasa drew the line at letting him see that shit.
Masamune: A prime clout chaser. Will send memes specifically to people that can't possibly understand them at ridiculous hours of the night. Sends reaction memes to respond to people instead of saying anything half of the time. Loves sharing every thought he has on Twitter and TikTok because everyone needs to hear what he has to say. Accidentally blew up on LGBT TikTok before he realised he was gay.
Hikaru: Loves a long call with someone filled with nothing but shit talking others. Sure, she loves her job, but given the opportunity to complain and she'll be on the phone for hours. Is more of an observer rather than a participant on social media, but will occasionally post a picture of a nice outfit she bought or a particularly pretty makeup look, just to keep up the image that she's doing fine :)
Ryo: Does the classic Old Person thing of ending random sentences like this... Also signs off every single text with his name, just in case you forgot who's number this is. DO NOT LET HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA OF ANY KIND. Blader DJ let him be in charge of the WBBA official TikTok for one day and he spammed the app with "pranks" he played on his employees (STEALING MY SECRATARY'S STAPLER😂🤣😅🤪), terrible dances, and "yelling whatever you guys tell me to say in the middle of the office" (Masamune told him to say fuck these hoes. He said fuck these hoes).
Hyoma: The cell service in Koma is pretty fritzy so he has to travel pretty far out of the village to talk to his friends, but most of the time he prefers to send letters, anyway. Once he learned what the fuck a "Tick Tock" was, he started uploading little stories about Koma, videos overlooking the nice scenery of the village, and trying to see if Hokuto reacts like a regular dog to certain things (think "seeing how my dogs reacts when I play a squeaking sound"). Hokuto is not amused.
#mfb#metal fight beyblade#beyblade#madoka amano#benkei hanawa#tsubasa otori#yu tendo#masamune kadoya#hikaru hasama#ryo hagane#beyblade hyoma#headcanons
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Night of the Witch
Review #437
So I think there could’ve been a better title of the name of the book but overall I LOVED this book. Strong 4.8/5 stars.
Chapter 1 starts in 1591 in Fritzi’s perspective. I already care about her early in the story and feel like I’m there, experiencing her situation first hand. There are a lot of terms that are new to me in the world building to keep track of. Apparently a good…
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#2023#clean#enemies to lovers#fantasy#first person#four stars#murder#romance#series#two pov#witches#young adult
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Real Name: Kriemhild Steuck (formerly Hulda Amsel)
Other Aliases: [My] Gazelle (by Jeremías), Magdalene König (early 1900’s), Winifred Medina (1930’s-1940’s), Cecilia Tercero (1950’s-1960’s), Pandora Warren (1970’s-1980’s)
Fandom: n/a
FC: Nadia Hilker
Age: 170 (physically 30s)
D.O.B: 21 March
P.O.B: Bremen, Germany
Current Location: Frankfurt, Germany
Nationality: German, North American
Languages spoken: German, Yiddish, English, Spanish, Catalan, Galician, Greek, Portuguese, Sign Language (American, German, Spanish)
Relatives:
Verena Taube (née Kühn) (mother +), Friedrich Taube (father +)
Arend Taube (brother)
Jeremías Amsel (husband +)
Lev Amsel (son) (aka Lev Steuck), Carmina Amsel (daughter +), Yaeli Jagoda (née Amsel), Leberecht Jagoda (son-in-law)
Fritzi Jagoda (granddaughter)
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Significant other(s): Jeremías Amsel (husband +), Filomena Cardoso (ex-girlfriend +)
Marital Status: Widowed
Affiliation: n/a
Alignment: Neutral
Identity: Secret
Species: Witch
Abilities: spell casting, cursing, hexing, can summon various animals, energy absorption, sound manipulation, geokinesis, hydrokinesis, electrokinesis, longevity
Skills: multilingual, first aid knowledge, zoology knowledge, detailed, proficient in hunting & tracking, excellent sense of direction, leadership
Occupation: Monster Hunter (1892-1901), Governess (1901-1906)(1907-1912), Army Nurse (1921-1955), Reading teacher (1959-1980), Librarian (1984-present)
Religion: Jewish
Gender: Female
Pronoun(s): She/Her
Height: 5’6”, 167.64cm
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: dark auburn brown
Notable physical trait(s): rope scar around her neck, a healed split lip that almost meets her chin, freckles on her back and shoulders, a stab wound scar near her collar bone
Phobia(s): Ophidiophobia, Pyrophobia
Mental Disease(s): Depression
Physical Disease(s): n/a
How/When was this diagnosed? Her brother recommended she see a psychologist after Kriemhild went into “hibernation” for two weeks straight one spring in 1992
One positive trait: protective
One negative trait: skeptical
Hobbies: reading, environmental terrorism, rehabilitating animals, writing, dancing
Miscellaneous:
She has several pets: a bear named Götz, two sister cats named Agosto and Junio, a crow named Margarete, a mountain lion named Thorne, and a fox named Oak
She wears two shades of lipstick for makeup, for different occasions
Kriemhild participated in an exorcism once and never wanted anything to do with the activity or spirits again
She completed two degrees to become a teacher & a librarian and has the degrees hung up on her wall, Kriemhild is very proud of them
History: Having lost her husband and first daughter to a vampire, Kriemhild became a Monster Hunter out of blind rage and grief, which sent her into a violent spiral that left her sick to her stomach as she didn’t care for violence, as she witnessed others during her time resorting to
She spent her existence trying to care for others to atone for the mercilessness she displayed to the creatures she could have protected with her power and was able to meet the violence and hatred that the humans carried with them daily, despite experiencing this personally Kriemhild continued to work in fields where she could serve others, no matter how tired she became, until she found her true calling as a librarian, finding joy in the study of information and having access to so many books as she was while in her husband’s personal library.
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This isn’t gonna be a super happy post. It deals with a messy breakup and the fallout therein as well some difficult potentially triggering scenarios. So I’m putting the rest of this post under a break cuz I just really need to talk about it.
I’ve been a Little for as long as I can remember. And maybe as part of a system, that doesn’t mean a whole lot. But that’s who I am. I’m an age-regressor. I cope with the trauma and stress the system has been through by retreating to a time and place of smallness. Where things wrap up happily at the end of the cartoon episode and big emotions can be soothed by sucking on a pacifier.
And as much as I’ve always wanted a Caregiver, I always had a lot of trouble accepting that from anyone. I can’t let go enough to let someone else actually be in control. Which makes sense based on everything we’ve been through. But that doesn’t make it easier to want something and feel unable to have it.
Until my ex, that is. They kept at it. Made me feel safe in expressing myself around them. To the point where I was practically about to overtake the Host position. We started HRT because I was uncomfortable in the body.
But there were… difficulties. As much as I loved them and they were my Papa… I don’t know. I feel weird even saying it? I’m asexual. Sometimes I want to engage with myself but beyond that, all I ever want is cuddles and little kisses. But they wanted more than that. They always did. Not just with me but with my System as a whole. Which was a huge problem. I’m not gonna go into that more here… but I don’t think I can be naked around anyone else for a long long time…
When things with Fen (my system’s current host) broke down and they left us, they were just… gone. They didn’t talk to me or anything. They were just gone. Yeah. A CG just ghosting their Little. And that put me in a tailspin. I didn’t front for ages because of it. I couldn’t. It hurt. It hurt to be out of the inner world.
One of our system’s persecutors did a really dumb and terrible thing and sent this ex an anonymous message through their Tumblr. Which, of course they knew came from her. (Jezebel’s not allowed on Tumblr for a while because of that…) And that caused a lot more drama.
The part that’s got me so messed up now is that right before they reblocked us and ghosted again was that they said “goodbye Fritzy.” My name. Called me out. Called me to the front. And then was gone. I couldn’t say goodbye. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t ask what was happening. I was just suddenly yanked out of my room to the front. I was wearing Fen’s swimsuit. I was in a strange place because we moved across the country and this place isn’t mine yet. I hadn’t been front since the breakup. And they KNEW that I’d get called to front if they used my name. When we get close to someone, names have Power in our system. Sebby and Fen have a partner who can call them out by using their names. Scarlett used to be able to do it to Cache as well. And Papa could do it to me. And they did. And then just left me there. Alone. Exposed. Scared. Confused. Hurt.
And I started crying.
I feel awkward about it still. Cuz Fen and Sebby’s partner was there and she tried to comfort me but I don’t think I responded the way I should’ve.
Now I keep floating close to front and when I get too close I feel like I’m gonna throw up.
I don’t wanna be here anymore. I just wanna go back to being cute and small. But I can’t. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to again.
#actually did#actually dissociative#did#did system#dissociative identity disorder#agere little#messy breakup#strugglebus
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I've waited long enough to share my next dnd character.
Her name was/is Melita Honeydew.
Melita started out as a trickster cleric following Tymora (note, I was always uncomfortable with the whole worshipping gods and things so I refer to them as girlfriends/boyfriends). She had been banished from her temple for a year because of a trick gone wrong and then stayed in exile by choice for the next few years before her girlfriend told her to go stop a death curse.
Our party went on a quest to put a stop to the goblin attacks in the south and discovered a metal golem that was being worshiped as a god. With the help of our ranger and the charisma of our crazy warlock we took control of the golem and attempted to convince the goblins to stop their violent ways and create Sub Canopy, the subway empire of the forgotten realms.
Unfortunately, the deception was not successful. Two of us were killed, Melita was gravely injured, and the two who survived retired upon returning to town. Our rogue became the adoptive father of the warlocks son, and Fritzi's daughter, and our ranger hid in the shadows, leaving gifts on thr doorsteps out of guilt.
And so, a new party was born. With Melita somehow being thrust into the role of leader, but her heart was broken. Mischief was no longer for her. So she dumped her girlfriend Tymora and hooked up with Sune. She lost her magic in the process of the switch and was given a quest to reclaim it - obtain and offer a black orchid for Sune.
It wasn't long before Melita discovered that this item was one of the main quest items resulting in a classic, selfish vs. selfless conundrum.
Melita and her team found the orchid in the lair of a medusa. At first no one knew she was a medusa but when she did reveal herself I made the conclusion that medusas in this world work the same as the Percy Jackson world and pulled out a mirror so I could look at her.
She saw her own reflection.
Our DM rolled a nat 1
The medusa was turned to stone in less than one round.
An epic victory.
And upon the party's return, Melita gave up her one chance at magic for their sake. But then, her girlfriend, Sune, lady of light, rewarded her for her selflessness with the title of paladin! Melita got a super awesome fiery sword dubbed Firesong.
The set out to stop the death curse!
Helped some dwarves took a route through the mines where the party faced a dragon.
At first, our gnomish - sorry, ELVISH wizard (he said he's an elf and we all agreed to play along) went into the lair alone to scope out the area, little did he know that the dragon could see through his invisibility. In proper Hobbit fashion, a game of riddles began and it seemed to be going well, until the dragon (whose name is not Smaugette, that's just what I dubbed her as) presented a riddle that our elf friend could not decipher.
Like the intelligent man our newfound rogue was, he stepped out from our hiding place, Melita not far behind, and declared the answer. The dragon was enraged at the rogue for interrupting "a sacred game of riddles" and the battle began and ended with Melita and the elf doing everything in their power to save the rogue with the lowest hp in the party even at the cost of their own lives.
Yes, they both perished. Sune took Melita and her Firesong to rest in peace.
But that was not truly the end.
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Story time:
As a kid, the world always felt a bit too big and terrifying. I focused on She-Ra, because she was a badass. When realism set in for me, however I realized that she was a lie to sell toys.
At about this same time, my parents had to move and we had to give away our dogs. (At least I hope it was give away. Don't tell me if it wasn't.)
Fritzy was my Grandma's dog, and was my favorite animal in the world.
We went to Hardee's just after the move, and it was then I got a new friend.
Her name was Freckles, and she was a Pound Puppy who came with my meal.
I dragged her everywhere with me. The next summer, when I had a hard time floating on my back in swim class, the instructor told me to focus on Freckles, and I was able to float.
Later, I had a pound's worth of pound puppies, my favorite being Daily Dog, A GIANT brown one.
I sent him with my sons when they were adopted.
Again, don't tell me if he made it or not. I'd prefer to think he's watching my sons.
So, I found a pound puppy like Daily Dog on ebay, and I also found Freckles in a sealed bag, who will be going to my granddaughter when she's old enough to NOT eat the eyes or nose. 😂🤣
It doesn't fix the grief, but it does make me feel a bit better about it
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hmmm
#not sure if i like her much but anyways#her name is fritzi von froufrou and she's a cocker spaniel#it's surprisingly difficult trying to translate a dog into cats style
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Hi!
This is my Oc Trill!
Name: Trillium “Trill” Fritzy
Nicknames: Trill
Age: 17
Gender: Cis-Female
Pronouns: She/her
Ethnicity: Filipino-Canadian
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Summary:
Trill is a Gecko mutant bounty hunter whose goal is to become human again. She has a neutral look on the world that makes it difficult for her to define her allegiance, while in her pursuit for her goals she at least tries to be fair, her actions are often seen as antagonistic or morally grey.
I’m not sure what universe I want her in, but I'm leaning more towards Rise!
*If you have any questions about her don’t be afraid to send an ask or two!
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not a cat but look. look at my dog her name is fritzi
LOOK AT FRITZI. BEAUTIFUL NAME, BEAUTIFUL BUB. we should all strive to be as sweet and cuddly and HAPPY TO CHEW ON A STICK as her. i love her. 8984590384938/10. absolutely astonishing
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