#the world is light embodied inspo
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I survived before you. Now, I live.
From The World Is Light, Embodied.
#the world is light embodied inspo#the mandalorian fanfiction#din djarin x f!reader#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#not my gif
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𝙿𝙰𝙲.𝟶𝟷𝟾 : 𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊 '𝙳𝚁 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏' 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! - 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚋𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚃. 𝟷)
Hello my fellow shifters 🌱 This pac reading is just for entertainment purposes and for everyone who plans on shifting to a DR that is fantasy/royal/webtoon/isekai-like + for those who want to get some inspiration on how their DR self should look like. Almost all of my DR selfs look different and I thought this would be a fun idea to get some inspo for future DR plans hehe. If you like to read more pac readings from me, feel free to check out my masterlist as well! Also, I don't own any of these beautiful pics, they're all from pinterest.
🛑 This reading works a little different, so after choosing a main picture/pile, you'll have to choose some more numbers and they will be different for each pile. Please choose a number for each category and go to your pile:
EYE COLOR: 1️⃣ 2️⃣
HAIR COLOR: 1️⃣ 2️⃣
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𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴
Eye color: 1️⃣ strong pink / purple 2️⃣ yellow/orange (tiger eye)
Hair color: 1️⃣ dark blue / purple 2️⃣ dark blonde
Overall vibe: Skin complexion on the paler side (regardless of skin color), creamy skin, round face, strong jawline, round/soft body type with good amount of muscles, short to medium height, darker hair (so here: dark blonde or dark purple/blue hair), emotional/moody, dreamy, affectionate, passionate, dramatic, attractive, psychic, serious, melancholic, burdened/exhausted by life in general or by responsibilities and contracts?, dark colored and black clothes, long dresses, pearl jewelry, big jewels, piercing eyes, strong intuition, powerful presence, being restricted by something or holding yourself back, composed anger, embodiment of karma, fearless gaze, sensual, devoted and eager for power.
Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣
𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾
Eye color: 1️⃣ light green 2️⃣ black
Hair color: 1️⃣ light pink 2️⃣ icy blue
Overall vibe: Graceful, tall and slender, long legs, medium skin complexion (regardless of skin color), light colored hair, can’t stand still, arrogant/conceited, condescending, flat chested, cold, emotionless, hidden control freak, easily misunderstood, wise, tragedy as blessing in disguise, intriguing, willing to do the dirty work, you're someone who stands up for themselves, your words might sting, lowkey intimidating/scary to men, doll-like beauty, ribbons and frills, light-colored clothes, poisonous beauty, you’re like the poison that is being used as remedy to another poison, you bring balance and transformation into that world even if people can’t see it.
Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣
𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴
Eye color: 1️⃣ red 2️⃣ orange/hazel
Hair color: 1️⃣ blonde 2️⃣ brown
Overall vibe: Warm colored hair, dark colored eyes, tending more to be muscular built, good posture, strong/heavy jaw, positive and warm energy, Lion-like, majestic, medium height, strong body and mind, spiritual, cultivated, mesmerizing, capable, responsible, peace-maker & peace upholder, humble, nourishing, caretaker, hardworking, abundant, generous and supportive, at times resentful or feeling trapped, you're someone who works a lot behind the scenes and who likes managing, someone with a helper syndrome but at the same time suspicious of others, resistant to change, keen-eyed, all-seeing, full and healthy hair, wearing clothes that enhance your body shape and curves.
Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣
𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁
Eye color: 1️⃣ light pink 2️⃣ light purple/blue
Hair color: 1️⃣ red 2️⃣ white
Overall vibe: Curvy body shape but overall more lean, pretty waist-hip ratio, cute cheeks, a teasing beauty, perhaps a little fidgety or just nervous energy (?), a hard working person, robust or rough but more so in personality than in appearance, foreign or exotic looking, well traveled, a bit tired looking - perhaps your gaze/eyes but you have a youthful glow, you look like you went through a lot, perhaps that's also why you sometimes give off this ‘rough around the edges’ vibe, detail oriented, a little nit-picky, tendency to be a bit extreme sometimes, fearful vision of life, controlling, looking like someone who needs some time off because you're always overdoing it, organized and resourceful, very busy, someone who carries higher wisdom, perhaps religious or someone who deals with divine energy, someone who people wonder about who they really are or what they have in mind, you are someone who questions things a lot and you don't trust (opinions, informations) easily, there is also something innocent or pure about you, innocent arousal and naive sensuality, compelling and almost addictive to men and with other women there is always this unresolved tension, I see you long dresses with pretty low cut cleavage or turtle neck dresses with see through parts, very teasing dressing style, you might play around with different or even exotic styles, dresses with a tight waist cut or wearing corsets, and also something about cords, fans and scarfs (worn like a vest).
Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣
𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴
Eye color: 1️⃣ grey 2️⃣ dark grape purple almost black
Hair color: 1️⃣ dark brown 2️⃣ blue
Overall vibe: Piercing eyes, petite and dainty looking, short, baby face, innocent look, very feminine, childlike-charm, adorable, dreamy looking or the vibe of a daydreamer, naive, hidden depth, light hearted, soft beauty, does not fear darkness, patient, prudent, seeking growth, visionary, beaming smile, mystical, easy-going, clever, soft and frilly clothes, light or pastel colored clothes, many layers on the dress (=volumios dresses), hard to grasp, very perceptive, clothes and accessories with ribbons, dots, frills and lace, cute hair accessory, perhaps flower themed dresses, delicate jewelry, adventurous spirit, intriguing, someone who is able to deal with tragedies in a light hearted way, clean beauty, someone very tidy, fresh and eager energy, perhaps sometimes lacking a sense of self, very moldable identity, loves learning and very open-minded persona.
Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣
𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚇
Eye color: 1️⃣ red 2️⃣ (apple) green
Hair color: 1️⃣ white 2️⃣ purple
Overall vibe: Round/soft body type, bold appearance, voluminous hair, intense eyes, attractive/alluring eyes, perhaps freckles, optimistic but also kinda nonchalant attitude, inspiring, shining beauty, tall, slightly arrogant looking, emotionless face/poker face, very good-looking, lush hair, no problem standing up for themselves, often clashing with other women and appearing bitchy to them, other women are often competitive around you, one of a kind type of beauty, dangerous like a panther, exotic jewelry, feathers, gold jewelry, there's something dark about you, some people could claim you’re secretly a witch, you seem powerful to others, a little rebellious as well, someone who causes chaos wherever they go, very brave, regal energy, god/goddess like or god-complex? lol, hard to get, naturally seductive, wide flowy clothes, showing skin, very luxurious clothing, intimidating, keen eye, a bit stealthy, someone who hates wasting time and energy (on useless stuff/people), easily bored, expansive presence, and wild passionate person, your the center of your own world, dangerous like still deep waters - which you shouldn’t underestimate...
Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣
#t.tarot#t.shifting#shifting#shiftblr#scripting#dr self#pac reading#pick a card#pick a card reading#pick a picture#tarot readings#desired reality#isekai dr#webtoon dr#fantasy dr#royal dr#manhwa dr#webtoon#isekai#shifting inspo#scripting ideas#dr ideas#dr inspo
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okaayyyy first on the list of designnsssss,,, rayman !! yeah incredible , ik ik just. stay with me here
a brief rundown of it is taking that whole "guardian of this world" concept, and being an embodiment of dreams, bravery and light.. then making it into a silly forest spirit,,
some inspos are sky children of the light, over the garden wall, adventure time, and zelda . again , weird mix , i knowwww . but!!!
i would need an entire doc to list all the things i've written on him thus far but i'd love asks/questions (and perhaps suggestions!)
im gonna be real here... most of the changes have to be the fact he has a cape and, messy hair, with flowers/leaves caught in it (ever heard of a brush???)
#rayman#rayman legends#rayman origins#rayman fanart#my wips#traditional art#okay bits of small trivia below!#he has little butterflies that follow him around sometimes; similar to that one scene in steven universe#represent his thoughts and ambitions in a way#halo is optional too i just thought. hey! that ring on his sweater has some sort of mystical significance#so i thought it'd be nice if there was. of course. a small ring of light donned over his head#weird looking angel if you ask me.... ahahaha#he can also shapeshift as he's made of the stuff of dreams; can be a bird. manta ray. any sort of animal to his heart's desire#although he'd look a biiitt different than the rest; sorta stand out. be it from a faint glow. lums or markings#can't believe this is sthe same guy that sang sexbomb and had no arms no legs huge features#then again i consider this like a separate universe/canon from the acc games it's. how do i put this#more of if it went in the direction of fantastical or fantasy elements
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[ IDRIS ELBA, 53, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] and now walking on the red carpet is EMMETT JONES, we’re honored to be in the presents of a world class FILMMAKER. they say that they’re the embodiment of BILLIE JEAN by MICHAEL JACKSON, we can’t argue with that one ! rumor has it that they’re SARCASTIC and CREATIVE. we often hear fans online compare them to THE PROLONGED CLICKING OF A KEYBOARD LATE AT NIGHT, SCATTERED PAGES OF SCRIBBLED DOWN NOTES AND IDEAS, LATE NIGHTS SPENT NURSING A GLASS OF WHISKY, GUILT EATING AWAY AT YOUR PSYCHE. we heard that there’s this one thing they don’t wish anybody to know; HE SLEPT WITH HIS MENTOR’S WIFE AT THE START OF HIS CAREER AND GOT HER PREGNANT. HIS MENTOR RAISED THE CHILD AS HIS OWN UNTIL HIS PASSING, let’s hope it’s not true !
B A S I C S
full name: emmett jones. nicknames: em (close family and friends). gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. sexuality: pansexual. age: 53. date of birth: july 23rd. zodiac sign: leo. birthplace: london, england. current location: london, england. residence: penthouse. occupation: filmmaker. languages spoken: english.
A P P E A R A N C E
faceclaim: idris elba. height: 6’1. eyes: brown. hair: dark brown. piercings: none. tattoos: none.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
traits: (+) creative, confident, hard working, dedicated , humorous. (-) sarcastic, blunt, secretive, easily angered , jealous. mental health: healthy. physical health: healthy. likes: films, writing, art, sweet treats, quiet spaces, cool weather. dislikes: being undermined, too hot weather, loud people, obnoxious people. fears: his deepest secret coming to light. phobias: none. hobbies: working out, taking long walks at night / early in the morning, journaling, hiking, swimming. skills: acting, art. quirks: crinkling eyes when smiling or laughing.
F A V O R I T E S
ice cream flavour: chocolate. time of the day / night: early morning. weather: autumn weather. colours: colors on the blue spectrum. music: jazz, blues, r&b, rap.
M I S C E L A N E O U S
a cherished item: a family photo of one of his vacations from his childhood, a photo of his child right after they were born. first love ( celeb crush ): eartha kitt. usual mood: calm. character inspo: stiles stilinski ( teen wolf ), gregory house ( house ).
B A C K G R O U N D
born and raised in london, emmett always had a love of film. what started off as an obsession with disney and animated films, turned into a life long love and admiration of movies and the art of movie making himself. as he entered his preteen years, he would craft short film ideas and use his family's bulky camcorder to record them and play them back so he could watch his work. he enlisted the help of friends and family to create his little short films, and as the years went on, they became more creative. it was obvious what his life goal was by the time he graduated from school. although his parents wanted him to pursue a more logical and concrete career, he refused to let his dreams die before he even got a chance at pursuing them. so instead of going to university, he decided to get a job and work until he made his big break.
he got his lucky break when he was twenty years old and met his favorite filmmaker at an event for aspiring filmmakers. he had impressed and charmed the older man so much that the man decided to take him under his wing as a protégé. the two of them developed a very close bond with one another, with emmett becoming something akin to a son to his mentor. emmett had a close relationship with his own father, but had never related to anyone as much as he did his mentor.
with such a good relationship with his mentor, it was no surprised that he developed a close relationship with his mentor's wife as well. a relationship that became just a little bit too close. his mentor's wife, while older than him, was still twenty years younger than his mentor and much closer to emmett's age. that only added to the attraction they felt between them. late one night, after the wrap party for the first movie that emmett created and released to the public, the two of them were chatting and relaxing over drinks after his mentor went to bed. it didn't take long for their conversation to take a more lustful turn and before he knew it, the two of them were in the throes of passion. it was a decision he immediately regretted, and always would.
the guilt intensified tenfold when he found out his mentor's wife was pregnant. from that day up until the day his mentor passed away, he had to smile in his face and pretend like the child that he raised was his own, when in actuality, it was emmett's. luckily for all three of them, the child favored their mother - for the most part. the child had emmett's eyes, subtle enough to be overlooked, but it was something that emmett never missed out on noticing.
despite his heinous actions and betrayal, emmett went on to have a successful career as a filmmaker, creating films from the nineties all the way up until present day that people around the world know and love. he's a workaholic and a perfectionist, two traits that become obnoxiously obvious whenever anyone watches his films. the deep thought and intricate details he weaves into his stories just prove how much effort and care he puts into his world building and story telling.
his closest friends would tell you that emmett's the sweetest asshole you'll ever meet. a sarcastic prick with a heart of gold. he can come across as rude due to his dry sense of humor and monotone delivery, but he does have a big heart and he cares very deeply about those that are closest to him.
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‘ abigail cowen, cis woman, she/her, 26 / 32 , cauldron made high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems 'LUX' ASHBORNE has finally made it to the capital, the LADY IN WAITING from AUTUMN COURT is said to be CHARMING and is said to describe themselves with FLASHES OF WILD FIRE THAT OFFER A PERFECT WARMTH, SECRETS OF A FORGOTTEN LIFE, LAUGHTER THAT INFECTS AN ENTIRE ROOM and with all of this in mind their RECKLESS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; written by honey, cst, 29, she/her.
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . alexandria lioncourt lux ashborne
age . 26 appearance / 32 actual
sexuality . hetero ( also a maybe ?? )
occupation . lady in waiting
species . cauldron made high fae
loyalty . none
height . 5'6"
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
lux came into the world as alexandria lioncourt, a princess to her house and the youngest of 7 siblings. the girl never quite fit into all that, a reckless and wild heart that refused to be tamed with dresses and corsets. she was often atop roofs or in a tree rather than courting like her siblings. it drove her parents mad, but the youngest lioncourt was never punished.
she was a dreamer, always thinking there was more out there than simply marrying for her family and having children. it wasn’t that she didn’t ever dream of love, she just didn’t want a duty filled life. early on into her life she’d find friends outside of the nobility, and lux was born as a nickname for being the light of the group.
that dreaming head of hers never quite settled, though, and lex continued to believe there was more. well, that more would come when she met a fae, the embodiment of a creature she never expected to meet, but read plenty about. their relationship would border a romance in lux’s mind, but she never quite knew how he felt. this is definitely a grey area bc it is an open wc, but eventually this relationship would bring her to the cauldron and lux would be reborn again, shedding the name alexandria for good.
her introduction to life as a fae would be a rocky one. gone was the man who brought her to the cauldron, and in his place soon a mentor that would help her navigate. once fae found out she was formerly human things would be a mess, she was a symbol of broken rules and nobody liked that. but her personality and her kindness would move her places, and she eventually became a lady in waiting to the noble family of the autumn court. lux doesn’t think it’s the job she wants for the rest of her eternal life, but she does it well and her experience as a princess in the human realm comes in handy.
she’s still a wild and reckless spirit, as wild as the fire she controls and burning as bright as her namesake. lux is a vibrant person, a good friend to have, even if she hides the mess inside her mind at her whole world changing.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main : fae that brought her to the cauldron, first fae friend
other ideas : tbh anything, she’s only been a fae for 5 years tho so def limited history
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬
✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ threads *⁎
✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ inspo *⁎
✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ dev. *⁎
✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ image *⁎
#ofcourtfables:intro#✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢 *⁎#✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ threads *⁎#✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ inspo *⁎#✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ dev. *⁎#✦ 𝔩𝔲𝔵 ⁑ image *⁎
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MEET RHIANNON!
{ KRISTINE FROSETH, 21, CISGENDER FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that RHIANNON FALLA? A JUNIOR originally from BAR HARBOR, MAINE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MUSIC on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE CLOUDCUCKOOLANDER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.
INSPO | PLAYLIST
the basics
name: rhiannon indigo falla
age: twenty-one
birthday & zodiac: february 27th pisces sun. libra moon. sagittarius rising. pisces mercury. pisces venus. aries mars.
gender: cisgender woman
sexuality: bisexual
positive traits: easygoing, affectionate, passionate
negative traits: impressionable, selfish, over-bearing
the surface
faceclaim: kristine froseth.
height: 5′9 ft.
weight: 120 lbs.
eye color: sky blue.
hair color: naturally light brown, dyed platinum blonde. lower back length and unkempt. almost always kept down, however she's begun incorporating high ponytails and messy, claw-clip styles as of late.
style: ridiculously short crop tops. oversized hoodies & sweatshirts. ripped stockings and fishnets. fitted cardigans. flowy dresses and mini, MINI skirts. shoes ranging from mules to wedges to doc martens. think grunge, whimsical fairy girl w/ maximalist styling and pattern clashes.
sequins, frills, slits, anything gaudy and tacky.
lots of bright red. white, blacks, greys.
natural spring colored for her more dainty pieces. blush pink, cream, baby blue. distinguishing features: dreamy eyes, faint horizontal cheekbone scar, lotsa tattoos, messy & unruly hair. soft, lullaby-like voice.
occupation: student. escort.
status: single and lonely asf.
trope: THE CLOUDCUCKOOLANDER
Well-intentioned but inexperienced, Rhia struggles to actualize her ideology of unconditional love in a practical manner. She has a simplistic, rose-tinted view of the world and her role in it. She struggles to compromise on what she believes, even though her moral compass is undeniably faulty. In many cases, Rhia chooses willful ignorance over acceptance of her very real, incredibly shitty circumstances.
She describes herself as an agent of fate, an embodiment of life acting itself out - the perfect excuse to avoid accountability for her actions. Therefore, she has several tendencies toward selfish acts and conflict avoidance. If Rhia commits a wrongdoing, she is more than likely to refuse to acknowledge what she did rather than admit she holds a capacity to harm other people. This would defile the image of goodness she clings to in her inner world.
These aren’t acts of malice, but rather symptoms of her fear of vulnerability. Rhia is too preoccupied with fitting into how she wants others to perceive her, oftentimes suppressing her worries with playful banter and random anecdotes. She’s a master of the secrets of social deception, molding herself into the physical embodiment of her counterpart’s perfect person.
She struggles being present in the moment because of the constant anxiety that her words and actions might break the illusion of her projected, dreamlike version of the world. Too ashamed to voice any of these observations, Rhia internalizes them and forces it into fuel for her art. Ultimately, her whimsical demeanor conceals her critical overthinking, haunted by nuanced social etiquette and the unspoken.
This chameleon-like obsession of hers largely inhibits Rhia to develop her self identity, rather resting on the opinions of others for her emotional wellness. She presents herself as an abstraction, a delightful performance of beauty and lust. Over the years, she’s come to learn people desire the sugary lies she feeds them as just much as she does.
SECONDARY TROPES: the idealist, the naïve everygirl, the dumb blonde, uptown girl, the love freak, the pollyanna, the true pacifist, the stupid good, the fool, the bratty teenage daughter, the manic pixie dream girl, the brainless beauty, the hooker with a heart of gold, the cute clumsy girl, the rebellious spirit, the ethical slut, the girl in the tower.
CHARACTER INSPIRATION: cassie ainsworth (skins uk). cady heron (mean girls). misty day (american horror story). oa (the oa). alaska young (looking for alaska). jesse (neon demons). nina sayers (black swan). luna lovegood (harry potter). yvaine (stardust). alice (alice in wonderland). carrie white (carrie). cassie howard (euphoria). nana "hachiko" komatsu (nana). alex laterno (8 mile). misa amane (death note). jenny humphrey (gossip girl). margarey tyrell (game of thrones). priscila elvis (priscilia). tohru honda (fruits basket).
the depths
personality: cheerful, excitable, giving, worrisome, manipulative, ditzy, needy, fickle, flighty, elusive, insincere, pushy, moody, loving, romantic, dreamy, inspired, dishonest, irresponsible, reckless, bubbly, self-absorbed, insecure
choosing to live amongst the clouds, rhiannon coasts on her natural charisma and easygoing nature. she is a fun-loving, thrill-seeking type that strongly values her independence. she is morally motivated, although her beliefs are considered quite radical, and she is quick to fall back on her virtue if met with resistance. rhiannon is an active pacifist, practicing vegetarian, and meditation guru. when it comes to what she’s interested in, she may become obsessive and overly idealistic.
she is self-critical and overly concerned with perfection, though consistency and follow through has never been her strong suit. rhia is prone to quitting, running away, or separating herself from any given obstacle that causes her discomfort. she suffers from issues with codependency, often tying her self worth too heavily into the opinions of those she values. no doubt, she suffers from an internalized inferiority complex, one that she doesn’t readily make noticeable but ultimately motivates most of her actions.
rhiannon has passion and a magnanimous vision for her projects, but she lacks the discipline and confidence to follow through with her plans. often times, she deflects from her struggles with self-loathing and body image. she is ambitious yet unmotivated, a lethal combo for such a fragile soul.
regardless of what she leads others to believe, much of what rhia presents is inauthentic, hiding imperfect sides of herself to appeal to whomever she is attempting to impress. rhiannon is secretive, never forthcoming with her desires or her intentions, though she has a tendency to be overly trusting in untrustworthy individuals.
her public persona is a face tailored to meet the wants of each person she encounters. rhia is more keen than she may let on, strategically weaponizing her ditzy nature for social power. she is self-centered and indulgent, though she would never dare admit so, nor allow for herself to be viewed in such a light.
mbti: enfp
extraverted. intuitive. feeling. perceiving.
alignment: chaotic good
hogwarts house: hufflepuff
hobbies: playing instruments including, but not limited to: piano, guitar, bass, violin, ukulele. gardening, yoga/meditation, writing, dance, tarot, modelling.
history:
To most Rhia comes off as an open book, even overly honest about her private life. for someone who spends most of her time over sharing, not much is publicly known about the intricacies of her home life. Not many would recognize her insatiable rambling as the deflective tactic it was, and the general assumption seems to be she grew up with a nuclear family, a stern mother and a loving father. Although, her peers easily identify her as an only child, as her whiny, spoiled nature speaks for itself.
She was born in Norway, at the hospital her grandmother gave birth to her mother. It was a difficult birth and an even more difficult subsequent period of Acacia feigning at motherly duties she quickly discovered she wanted no part in. Whereas the newly born Rhiannon proved to be the bane of her mother’s existence, her father lamented his shortcomings as a provider.
Christopher is nurturing and gentle, softspoken even as others stripped him of his good faith. He is an earnest man but weak. He was not taught to stick up for himself, rather he learned it was best to keep his head down and turn the other cheek if need be. He’d gotten himself a cushy job, a big house, and a seemingly doting wife. Yet, her love was quick to dry, replaced instead with an icy stare and chilling words if he fell short of her expectations.
It was easy for him to submit to Acacia’s will, replacing the authoritarian attitude of his father with her narcissistic tendencies. He took no leadership in his parental role, justifying his inaction with affection and flattery for his young daughter. She was well-loved, provided for, and gifted; yet he could not explain away the ire his wife held for their daughter.
Several months later, the family returned to their isolated home. Rhia was a sensitive child, bursting out in tears regardless of how many times her mother scolded her. Her father continued in his complacency toward Acacia’s emotional abuse. As young as eight years old, her mother proposed a strict meal regiment to minimize Rhia’s excelling growth in baby fat. For your ballet form... She insisted, and Rhia knew only how to listen.
As she grew older, her mother’s controlling habits continued to rear its head and dominate every aspect of Rhia’s life. Her mother dressed her well into her early teens, but eventually she’d hidden a growing collection of her own choosings in an empty picnic basket she kept atop her closet.
Her father grew older and sicker, though his long hours in the classroom stayed the same. They grew estranged, due to time apart and Rhia’s realization her father would never protect her from her mother. After years of idly playing the role of a good, obedient daughter, the first sign of real temptation charmed her into giving up any lingering desire to appease her parents.
Her temptation came in the form of a long-haired pretty boy who was much too old and much too vain to be an appropriate first love for Rhia. Though, she fell head over heels for him all the same. Upon their first encounter, she demanded a spot in his smoking circle, failing to mention it was her first experience. He would continue to be the first of many for her, and Rhia eagerly followed Caleb further each exploratory boundary he pushed her through.
Her mother caught on to her nightlife after several months of staking out and investigating her daughter’s changing behavior. Acacia suspected Rhia was sneaking out of the house long before she actually started, but she reveled in exposing Rhia’s behavior. The consequences were non-negotiable; Acacia was devout and her daughter’s relationship with Caleb involved several many sins.
(tw: domestic violence) She was forced to leave at the hand of her mother’s harassment. While her mother occasionally raised a hand to her before, Rhia was stripped and bruised and humiliated. Her father wept helplessly as the two argued, though Rhia never lifted a finger to defend herself. She packed a duffel bag full of what she deemed essential, and Acacia booted her out of the door, yelling slurs and threatening her only child if she ever returned home.
Freshly sixteen and already defeated, Rhiannon moved into the small house her boyfriend shared with three other roommates. They were smelly, vulgar, and disrespectful, but Caleb fraternized with them so Rhia laughed along. He’d quickly become her entire world, Rhia living and breathing to satisfy every want he had. She would do anything to earn his love, though it was a losing game as Caleb hardly took their relationship serious.
It was his guilt about playing a hand in the destruction of Rhia’s home life that kept them together. He only ever offered up his home to her because he felt bad, especially when she was too nice to him for her own good. So, he sucked it up for a year and a half, giving Rhia the decency of hooking up with people behind her back while allowing her to kiss his ass the entire time.
Soon enough, his interest in someone else peaked, and Caleb finally put an end to the toxic whirlwind of their relationship. She was devastated but forced to take the little savings she’d kept from her experimental work and sublet a room for the rest of her time in high school.
She wasn’t ready to be financially independent, and her life struggling to make ends meet nearly drove her to her wit’s end. Rhia lost all semblance of love and felt no companionship from those around her. She existed as a ghost, draining herself into her part-time job to pay for her shitty, run-down apartment.
Her lifeline during this time became her sex work, Rhia stayed afloat by putting a price on her presence and charming men to hand over their wallets. Oddly, it was a position of power she grew to crave. She grew to romanticize her own exploitation, transmuting her learned sexual energy into confidence and magnetism. She grew to adore the idolization, healthy sproutlings emerging from the seeds of her father’s love and her stage performance.
She hadn’t expected her career choice to catch up with her, though it was only a matter of time before word got around at Ogden about Rhia being seen accompanying (and perhaps fondling) a man over twice her age. She has since then recovered from the crippling period of self hatred that followed the stirring gossip, though she never managed to admit to the allegations.
(tw: chronic illness) Unexpectedly, her mother contacted her shortly after the beginning of her sophomore year when her father’s health took a turn for the worse. Through a stiff lip, Acacia practically told the daughter she hadn’t seen in three years she owed it to her to nurse Christopher back to health. Old habits die hard, and reluctantly Rhia packed up her life at Ogden to return home, like a lamb to the slaughter.
In truth, she hadn’t expected her mother to release her clutches as her father’s body slowly healed. He spent several weeks completely incapacitated, in constant pain from his joint inflammation. So, Rhia pleaded with her father instead, telling him of all the tales of her time at school and milking the fondness he held for her. At the promise that she maintain contact with her parents from now on, they didn’t fight her second flight from home.
She'd only been back a few months before she was abruptly pulled out of school, yet again disappearing without so much as a word. Only a few weeks later did she manage to reach out to inform her close friends she was okay. However, she refused to disclose anything about her whereabouts. And after a short reassurance about her safety, she was gone again for months.
To visit her family back in Maine... at least, that's what she's decided to say for now.
Undeniably, she's come back... different. Quieter, more somber, even paranoid. Whereas she shone brightly once like the sun, a hazy fog seemingly follows her every move on campus. Rhia has kept her head down for the most part, going to class as normal and avoiding trouble. Yet, the same question has arisen time and time again following her return... what happened over summer?
the connections
relationship to greer: greer’s project.
Was she to blame for her eagerness to bask in the warmth of Greer’s light? Since she’d stepped on campus, Rhia fell under the golden girl’s spell. Only ever courageous enough to admire (and gossip) about her from afar, she’d learned to steer clear of Greer’s radar in an act of social self-preservation.
They officially met during the latter part of Rhia’s freshman year, both inebriated and seeking solace in the bathroom of some nightclub or another. She recognized the scent of Louboutin before seeing Greer’s blonde waves and pouty lips. Greer didn’t so much as throw her a glance before slamming the stall door behind her, disheveled and unbalanced.
Greer was a notorious party girl, but nevertheless everyone accidentally crossed their limit one time or another. Are you okay? she asked meekly. Fantastic, she answered back, unamused. Eventually, her gentle coaxing convinced Greer to soften her reproach. It wasn’t anything Rhia hadn’t done a million times before for a million other girls - she stroked her back and consoled her through her struggles with a night of overdoing it.
Of course, Greer likely only allowed so much assuming Rhia was a random chance encounter, rather than a fellow student from the same school. When she broke the news, for a moment she was certain whatever popularity she’d earned in the halls of Ogden were over.
Much to her surprise, Greer put Rhia under a vow of silence... and in return, promised to make her an honorary Popular Girl with the help of her influence. In all honesty, she often believed Greer could barely tolerate her, let alone value their friendship. Rhia hardly saw the deal as the political scheme for what it was, rather desperately clinging onto the narrative her kindness bred a soft spot in Greer for her.
She plucked and changed and refined much of Rhia’s public appearance; trading out obscure Rob Zombie shirts, red plaid, unnecessary buckled pieces for tennis skirts and cashmere and headbands. Greer bestowed her with luxury anti-frizz leave in and even several of her outdated designer pieces.
Rhia adored the pampered princess treatment, mending herself to every note of Greer’s and even emulating her mannerisms and speech. She loved the air of luxury she felt around Greer and her friends. She loved the attention. Though, not much could be done to wipe away her innate weirdness or fondness for those who despised what she stood for.
People close to Rhia would often call into question the legitimacy of her relationship with Greer and her social group. She couldn’t deny there was some truth to these warnings; she bent over backwards to pander to people who likely never would have looked her way in the first place had she not been associated with Greer.
Still, she didn’t gain much from listening to Rhia drone on about her ill-fated love life over FaceTime, attending her showcases, or accompanying her on her many, spontaneous shopping trips. Perhaps some of their dynamic was transactional, but Rhia could accept that, convinced their kinship was genuine and mutual. Greer could be cruel and domineering on occasion, but she was one of the first people to openly encourage Rhia to take ownership of her personhood.
friends: mari zuko, ollie inoue - bestie <3, monty richler, nate shaw - bestie<3. jacqui velazquez, anya saetang - close friend, charlie fletcher - the blair to her serena<3, parker walsh, link crawford - kindred spirits, leaky wright, greer morrison enemies: alethea pierce - frenemy, milo navarro - disliked by, henrietta astor - disliked by.
romantic interests: nate shaw - crush, situationship, it’s complicated. jesse hart - ex-boyfriend.
wanted connections: rave buddies, band buddies, BULLY, literally anyone to call her out on her bs, someone she cheated on, someone she was a bad friend to and holds a negative opinion of her, gym partner, toxic friend, maybe an ex fling or two, unlikely allies
the education
school year: junior
major: music
extracurriculars: ballet company, cheer tumbler, animal rights coalition, KKG (vp of recruitment). orchestra (violin first chair).
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Genesis full body concept idea test -
I thought about lots of designs for Genesis, and of course it would be great to have a really exciting, intricate design for her as there is so much that can be inferred and shown of her realm and her personality through her clothing and design - BUT - I need to make the design simple enough to draw frame for frame and to keep it consistent throughout.
the point I took note from where from her colour palette -
her light colour could symbolise the light she brings to Cordelia's life, as well as connoting an aura of purity and kindness ?
I may add some bangles or jewellery to her to just add something extra
design 2 - I like this one so much better I think, it just makes more sense and I think I have a nice balance of celestial aesthetic and a modern look to tie into Cordelia's world.
if I am to make the story so that Genesis is in fact a being, like an angel or a personification of a star in human form - I want her to look as such.
I added stars and twinkles to her skin which I like a lot - it makes her look like a manifestation of stars and planets herself - (instead of being from a different planet)
I want to make her womanly and graceful, yet playful - I liked the second skin clothing, no detailing on her makes her appear like she just embodies the human female form - no detailing is necessary.
Inspo-
some inspiring imagery for her design:
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i love thinking about how wally’s definition of a hero changed and evolved over time.
every kid thinks their parents are heroes, at least at first. for a couple, that hero-worship lasts well into adulthood. for others, it fizzles away in mutual laughs when they sit behind a wheel for the first time and shush their parents’ backseat driving, or when they take successfully take control of the kitchen for a night. and for some, it slips away much earlier. because rudy talked loudly at dinner about the trust his boss was placing in him at work, smiling smugly at wally as though telling him to take notes. but wally noticed him yelling at his mother when coming home from work, his steps stumbling, his posture menacing over the smaller but no less angry form. and wally had to bite back protests when rudy sneered about aunt iris, spitting the fact that she was adopted in her face, nevermind that she seemed to care for the west family more than anyone else in it. (saying this aloud would only end with a backhand to the face or a belt to the back, though, so wally kept quiet.) and, anyway, when wally grew up and helped the green lanterns slam the doors of a prison cell shut on his fathers face, wearing a manhunter uniform and looking for all the world like the traitor to humanity he was, wally was grateful his hero worship had drizzled down the drain early.
aunt iris was brilliant, aunt iris was kind, aunt iris was beautiful, but aunt iris was human. she stuck bandaids over wally’s scraped knees with gentle fingers and danced in the kitchen of a little apartment while she made wally’s favourite version of mac and cheese. she was real and present and there, but she wasn’t really a hero. because the world seemed to have a new definition of “hero”. there was a man with a cape and a symbol of hope flying unattainably high over metropolis, there were arrows sticking out of steel walls in star city, there were hushed whispers of a leather-clad demon and a beam of brutal light fluttering around him in gotham. but central city? wally’s home? had someone who could run faster than the speed of sound with lightning crackling in his wake, had someone who exuded sheer power, had someone who laughed in two-second television appearances, had someone who made jokes with kids he was saving to calm them down, had someone who cared about the city so goddamn much. he was everything wally had ever seen in a hero, and when aunt iris and her new boyfriend barry (wally kind of liked the guy so far) took him to the flash museum, wally stood in the center of it. he made a slow turn, taking in everything he could see and hear and feel. “s” could mean hope and a bat could mean vengeance, but that red and yellow bolt of lightning meant power to wally, benevolent and uplifting power that made the lives of everyone it touched brighter.
it took a christmas when wally was in 5th grade for him to realize that the flash was a hero of the people. central city loved him, and the flash loved them right back. but when wally was zapped with lighting, feeling unimaginable pain coursing through every single nerve in his body, barely even registering the chemicals that had gotten into his mouth, it was his uncle barry’s face looking down at him. it was uncle barry that never let go of his hand in the hospital, it was uncle barry that held him up every step of the way when his new powers (his new powers!) left him a stumbling, newborn foal. it was uncle barry that explained every single part of what happened to him, then at wally’s shy insistence, happily showed him around his lab. it was uncle barry that scoffed at his homework and wrote up some much more engaging problems for wally to do for fun. and it was uncle barry that presented him with his very own suit for christmas during that memorable 5th grade, and lifted him up easy as breathing when wally barreled into him for a hug. the flash was the hero of the people, but barry was wally’s hero.
of course, with his new name and new identity and new powers, he was exposed to a network of more super-people. superman was kind, if a bit bumbling. wonder woman’s biceps were bigger than wally’s entire head, but her laugh was as kind as aunt iris’ when wally told her that, and her grip was strong yet gentle when she scooped wally up and let him ride on her shoulders. uncle barry, no, the flash pouted theatrically when wally told him green lantern was funnier than him, but he cheered up when wally gave him a hug. batman was...well, first of all, real. wally honestly hadn’t believed he existed, and stepping cautiously into the batcave for the first time, wally couldn’t reconcile the near-invisible black mass moving silently around an outrageously high-tech cave with a human being. the reason for batman’s invitation became clear soon, though, because if the darkness was real, that meant the light had to be, too. robin was everything wally had ever imagined and more. he one-upped wally’s jokes with puns of his own and broke a man’s nose with a backflip and balanced on top of a telephone wire like he was walking on concrete and ordered curly fries exactly the way wally liked them. wally couldn’t do anything but marvel.
over the years, he realized a couple things about his best friend. first, dick grayson, from the very beginning, had cast aside the notion of being “batman’s sidekick.” robin wasn’t a continuation of batman. robin was different, in everything from costume to demeanor to fighting style. dick wasn’t following batman’s legacy, he was creating his own. second, no matter how many times dick’s world burned down, he would always rebuild it. nightwing was a fitting name, a sort of poetic justice to it that wally himself never would have considered had dick not pointed it out. when robin was taken away from him, and the two of them lay huddled together, seething and devastated on clark kent’s couch, he built himself up again as nightwing. when jason todd was murdered, the robin suit cast aside as if caught up in a curse, dick wept at his mistakes, then did everything possible to correct them, gently but insistently shaping tim drake into a damn near perfect vigilante, an artist turning soft clay into an unbreakable vase. when dick’s memory was ripped away from him, with time he clawed his way back; when his father was killed, he built up batman again and honoured him the only way he knew how; when the feeling of touch and sensation and love that he used to adore was brutalized into the opposite by a spider, he broke apart in the presence of the titans, placing his trust in their capable hands, then with their help, stood taller than he ever had before. the amount of strength that took was awe-inspiring to wally. finally, third, dick never lost his light. the warmth that draws everyone to him, the kindness that healed their wounds, the mischievousness that broke their chains of despair and buoyed them upward in laughter. he never once lost it. he didn’t let many people see his breakdowns or his temper, but no matter the witness, he chose light over succumbing to the damning, over and over and over again.
a hero is someone you idolize, someone you aspire to be. wally had been trying to embody what dick stood for almost the entire time he knew him. from the way dick hugged him, the way the titans supported him unconditionally, the way the justice league respected him, the way central city loved the flash fiercely, and he loved them right back, wally liked to think he’d been successful.
that post about central city having a flash museum was the inspo for this. it did,,,,,get away from me a little at the end, and i got swept up in birdflash feels, but oh well. you get what i mean.
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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER
"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody
Gif Credit: @ymagor
A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!
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Masterlist
NATE FICK-
Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.
He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.
So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.
"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."
And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.
So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.
So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea
And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️
"Hey, c'mere."
The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."
Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.
"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"
Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.
"Why would I?"
BRAD COLBERT-
Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t
Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.
When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.
Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.
You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.
While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.
But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.
“You’re beautiful.”
Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 
RAY PERSON-
THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.
He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.
So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.
“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“
Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.
Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.
Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.
“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”
It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.
POKE ESPERA-
Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!
Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.
But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.
Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.
So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.
An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.
While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.
“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”
“I can’t wait to kiss you.”
“Your eyes stole all of my words away”
And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.
You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”
You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.
WALT HASSER-
Here comes our favourie country pumpkin
Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world
Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)
So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are
Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!
Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.
“Walt?”
He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”
“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”
Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my
RUDY REYES-
Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.
So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.
First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.
Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.
You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.
Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.
EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-
Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭
I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.
But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.
Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,
“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”
Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”
So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.
Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.
The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!
Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.
He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.
“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”
DOC BRYAN-
The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR
Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.
He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in
Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.
Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.
Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.
When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.
But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.
After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.
#carrie writes#carrie’s headcanons#generation kill#nate fick#brad colbert#ray person#poke espera#walt hassar#rudy reyes#evan stafford#doc bryan#generation kill x reader#generation kill headcanons#generation kill imagine#hbo war
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His gloved hand curves around yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles, words falling softly into the space between you.
“Everyone’s got their own armour of sorts.”
From The World Is Light, Embodied.
#the world is light embodied inspo#just finished editing this scene and ahhhh so excited to post#din djarin x f!reader#the mandalorian fanfiction#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#not my gif
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where do you buy your clothes from or which brands would you recommend. Honestly it givens me anxiety because I have zero fashion sense and am so lost.
hey :) I don't think telling you where I shop will be helpful bc I shop at a lot of different places but I also don't shop without the purpose of finding something specific. furthermore, everyone has different preferences so that is something you have to learn through trial and error. a "fashion sense" is something that can be developed, so don't let the idea that you don't have one overwhelm you. it's important that you learn what things you like / work for you / your lifestyle instead of basing what you should wear on what a trend or other person thinks you should wear.
some tips to begin creating a wardrobe you feel best in:
when you see someone who's style is something you want to embody, take a photo of the outfit and note what elements of that outfit that you like. is it the color? any design elements like ruffles? any specific patterns? -- see if in your collection of style inspo there are any themes or elements that you can take and incorporate into your own wardrobe
pay attention to fabrics - look at the labels of the clothes you have that you feel best or most comfortable in, pay attention to their composition and look for pieces that have similar composition
think about what you do day to day, are you a student? do you work? what kind of climate do you live in? -- I really hate those tiktoks/ig reels that tell people they need to have a black leather jacket or other specific items bc yeah, everyone needs outerwear but that doesn't mean that someone else's staple outerwear will be yours too. so think about what you like and invest in a piece that works for you best.
so yeah just think about these day to day garments and what kind of pieces fit into your wardrobe from a functional perspective, but then think about stylistic things that you like and see if you can find something that works. (example: you need a light jacket for in between weather and you prefer a denim jacket over something like a trench, both are great, both can be considered staples, but everyone has their own preferences. then say you decide on a denim, do you like a relaxed fit or something with more structure? would going for a weird color like pink work as a statement piece with the rest of your clothes or do you prefer a black denim or classic blue? the world is your pickle!)
try on lots of different crops and silhouettes of pants and figure out what you feel most comfortable in, and then you can have them in different colors and fabrics. from denim, to leather, to checked trousers, etc. -- if you prefer different bottoms like skirt or something, then same thing!
with tops you can do more or less the same, figure out what you like. are you someone who prefers blouses? button downs? t-shirt with blazers? do you like structure? do you like flow? -- find your bliss and then find a way to give yourself variety within that realm
I think accessories really pull an outfit together, so if you have a good bag and a good pair of shoes that go well together, the rest of your outfit automatically looks thoughtful + elevated
don't shop unless you have a particular item in mind. example: I was recently looking for a linen blazer, so that's the filter with which I was browsing
take time. you will never regret a purchase that you took the time to try on and figure out if you really enjoy the piece. don't buy something just because it's ridiculously on sale if it's not also a piece you can see yourself truly wearing
my last bit of advice: don't dress to be perceived as "fashionable" - it's like when people say they're kind. there are some things you shouldn't have to say overtly for people to know they're true
#anonymous#sorry this is so long#hope this is helpful and not overwhelming!#hope youre able to hone in on your personal style and that it makes you happy :)
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06:01 am with sungchan ♡
nct's sungchan x fem!reader (ok do u guys know that one vine where its in a party & a girl is vaping & a dude says “wow”? yeah, thats where i got my inspo from)
alternate title: after the afterparty
genre: fluff. pinning. non idol au. party!au (is that a thing?).
word count: 1250~
playlist: melodrama (the whole album) by lorde.
warnings: mentions of some of the nct dream members as well as some mentions of the loona members (not really a warning though). this is set before corona was a thing (pls dont do this now). it is set in a house party (with tension). mentions of drugs (weed), alcohol & smoking. mild swearing. making out perhaps? lower case intended.
a/n: this has been on my mind for awhile now & im really excited to put this out there! it also has more tension compared to the other works so yay :)) i also just wanna take a moment to thank the lovely @nct99 for helping me out with this plot & giving some prompts & ideas too?? :(( she is such a sweetheart & pls she is so talented too ugh im so glad we r mutuals & fellow lorde stans :(( give her love rn or else i will eat ur shower curtains (& nae i hope it was worth the wait! i wish i added more references tho lmaoo)
another graceless night and another house party. this time, it was chenle’s birthday. he is a friend of yours, known for having a huge mansion and known for throwing the best parties regardless of the occasion. come to think of it though, it could easily be the 7th one this week and it’s barely wednesday. the evening passes fast as golden rays already start to gently peek through the thin curtains of the tall windows near the living room, as bodies of wasters are sprawled all over the house.
you lean back on the couch further, a curtain of haze taking up your vision as you inhaled another hit of the fresh blunt. even with the sun rising, you still make most of what you can get before everyone (and everything) starts leaving. you never were a party person until your friends dragged you into it. since that day you found it to be a fun way to get rid of your problems and worries (even if it was just for a few hours). partying (as gross as it sounds) became a routine, even becoming its own cycle. you come, you leave and you have everything in between be a complete blur, maybe even staying completely jaded until the daylight returns. some nights it feels good to kiss and keep busy rather than face the constant harsh reality.
you turn your head to see sungchan, the back of his head resting on the top of the couch right next to you. his leather jacket rubbing against your bare arm. his eyes are closed showing off his long lashes and his pink lips are chapped and parted. he looks seraphic in this light.
to be honest, you didn’t know much about sungchan. all you knew was that he’s the new kid who started getting close with jisung barely a month ago. that led jisung to introduce him to the group and him getting welcomed in with open arms by everyone, except you. it’s not that you hate him or have anything against him, if anything he seems like the most charming people out there. you just have trouble opening up to new people especially when you’re already so comfortable with the others (which he could kind of guess already). but since he joined, he was also dragged into the party scene and often played the role as the designated driver and part-time babysitter (a role that he takes seriously along with jeno). it isn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen wrestling the bottle of gin away from hyejoo, strapping in renjun’s seat belt for him, cleaning up yerim’s vomit or carrying an unconscious donghyuck over his shoulder. come to think of it, he fits in just fine. you have often found yourself near him during parties. just kicking back and sitting in a comfortable silence with you drinking and smoking from time to time. he is the one that notices when you’ve had enough and wanted to leave. maybe you’re more alike than you think?
“feeling good?” he asks, smelling the fresh smoke. he turns his head to you and opens one of his eyes.
you only nod and sigh, turning your head back to the ceiling. waves of calmness hit your head, forcing every burden out. you were about to offer him a hit but you remembered that he would only reject it. but you take another for yourself and he can only stare, completely enamored. we watches the smoke escape your lips in slow.
the thing is, he always had some sort of thing for you. a crush? a person he found cool and therefore admired? a person who he found so damn gorgeous all the time? god knows. all he knew was that there was something in you that was so addictive. on the nights where he’d stay sober, he’d watch you sit by his side, quietly drinking up your little movements and habits. even if he hates the taste of alcohol or the smell of gasoline, he loved how your teeth would close around the liquor-wet lime slices that would sit on the side of your cup and how your smoke always finds a way to leave him stained. he would constantly be falling into this fixation of you. you are etched into his mind as the embodiment of perfection even if you have multiple flaws just like he does. his mind constantly lays restless during the most ungodly hours while all of his dreams show you and him in different dimensions. it hurts him to violently like you like this but how can he not resist when the heartache came from you?
“sungchan,” you quietly call out, turning your head back to him, only to see him already staring.
“hm?” he takes one of your hands, in case you wanted to get up and couldn’t walk.
“may i try something?��� you ask him, curiously with your hooded eyes barely holding on to consciousness.
“what is it?” he sits up, trying to help.
you gently push him back into the couch and straddle his hips. his eyes slightly widen and his cheeks turn a rosy red.
“ah, y/n, you’re fucking high.” he warns, stroking your hair and leaning further back.
you only giggle. your finger lifts his chin up, making him look directly at you. his shaky eyes are too irresistible.
“tell me when you wanna stop.”
you take the blunt, inhaling deeply. he continues to hold you, admiring the view while he’s at it.
you then gently pulled him closer by the neck (quite slowly incase he wanted to oppose) to leave an open-mouthed kiss on his plum lips to transfer the smoke into his mouth. he does not fight the feeling, how can he when your lips are the softest thing he has ever felt? the smoke began to seep through as he started to move his lips, eliciting a groan from you. is this what euphoria feels like? his grip on your waist tightens as your arms wrap around his neck, prompting him to go further.
sungchan, almost breathless pulls on your bottom lip, bruising them to then pull away to work at your neck, licking and leaving kisses all over. butterflies filled your stomach for the first time in awhile. you never felt this way towards another person in too long. is it love or desperation? you watch the smoke flow away so gracefully around your bodies, despite what just happened. sungchan pulls away and looks at you, his eyes holding the world. you pray that you didn’t frighten him away.
“you do not know how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers, his forehead against yours. you smile in return, pulling away to place a small kiss on his jaw which clenches from the sudden contact. you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as his head rests on yours and his cold hands trace patterns against the skin of your back.
“know i think you’re fucking awesome, right?” you hum, making him smile like an idiot.
“hm, no. but i think you should know that i think you’re really fucking awesome, right?” he says holding you tighter and gently swaying from side to side.
“you wanna leave here and get some mcdonalds or something?”
“ooo, what ever happened to the babysitter and designated driver, hm? so what, you plan to leave them here hungover and defenseless?”
“shut up, it’s already dawn. they can take an uber. i just wanna spend time with you right now.”
“alright.”
© perhapsthanatos (efa)
#efa writes!#nct 2020#nct#nct u#nct dream#nct 127#sungchan#sungchan imagines#sungchan drabbles#sungchan fluff#nct sungchan#nct imagines#nct u imagines#nct dream imagines#nct 127 imagines#nct timestamps#sungchan timestamps#i wanna jump off a bridge these tags better work
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now playing: can’t help falling in love - elvis presley
lee jeno x fem!reader
genre - fluff
details - established relationship
word count - 1,582
synopsis - where you and jeno attend your best friends’ wedding.
a/n - this is for @kpopscape‘s jukebox friday <3 inspo from the wedding scene in the movie crazy rich asians! also i hope this isn’t confusing LOL the first part is a back and forth between jeno/(y/n) pov, like it switches between the conversations but ultimately they’re in separate rooms -author doie ❀
Lee Jeno stands in a pampered black and white suit, with a classic black tie situated up to his neck. Hair is slicked with a thick gel that he can’t wait to wash out, but gives his forehead a special feature for this very special day. He’s nervous, not entirely sure why, he’s not the one getting married.
The outdoor wedding scene has always been one of your favorites. A rooftop that looks over the vast ocean, the thin horizon that separates water from sky. The decorative floral altar frames the center perfectly. You’re incredibly jittery, not entirely sure why, you’re not the one getting married.
Your best friends panic respectively in their own rooms. It’s mad chaos when you re-enter the cramped room. The mom of the groom is leaving no space for breaths, beating down the neck of your best friend. As your duty of maid of honor, you’re rushing to her rescue.
“I think it’s time to start heading to your seats now.” You usher every relative that isn’t suppose to be in the area. Excited chatter erupt from each of them, overly joyous that the occasion is about to start.
Now, you have a best friend to reassure as she sits in her glorious chiffon gown and a heavy frown on her painted lips. “What can I do to help the bride?” An unfamiliar peppiness embodies you, hoping to lighten her mood.
Smoothing your own dress under you, you sit down in front of her and hold her hands in your own. Her glittery eye makeup catches the light from the marveling late afternoon sun and the strands of her hair are pinned by pearl clips out of the frame of her delicate face.
“Is this what cold feet feels like?” She asks carefully. And when she looks up, her glossy eyes are much of a shock as the question itself.
In the groom’s room, every person is scrambling for their dress shoes. Jeno sits in the corner of the room, quietly observing the frantic lack of responsibility on display while also fulfilling his role as best man by consoling the sullen groom on his big day.
“What does it feel like?” Jeno genuinely inquires and he waits for the answer from his best friend.
Jeno notices his slumped forward shoulders, as if all the confidence in his best friend is drained out. Nonetheless, this is the best he’s ever seen him clean up. A smooth shave, without a cut in sight and accessories that actually complement his suit. Throughout all the craziness, this is a show stopping man before him. Who knew suits can make such a difference?
“Cold feet... it feels confusing.” His best friend fiddles his thumbs as if guilt preoccupied his conscience for feeling this way on his wedding day. “I love her, but what is that suppose to feel like? Do you know what love feels like, Jeno?”
Jeno blinks and without a doubt answers, “I do.” and his automatic thought is you. He will never stop falling in love with you.
Your best friend peers out the window and the empty room provides a serene silence on this beautiful day. The serious question now fills the air instead.
You gulp, the pure image of Jeno’s smile enters your mind. Love is Jeno, he holds your hand as if he’s always afraid that you’d let go. “I do.” And a gentle smile finally rests on your best friend’s face. You simply can’t help falling in love with Jeno and she knows.
“It’s like how a river flows into the sea.” Jeno stuffs his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. The analogy sounded better in his head, but he can see the gears turn.
“It’s just meant to be.” You add to your best friend’s heavy sigh.
“It’s time.” A knock startles the men in the room and Jeno stands up. He instructs his best friend to take a few deep breaths before heading out. Jeno lightly dusts his shoulders and bids his good friend a warm smile.
“It’s just meant to be.” Jeno whispers and gives him a firm pat, and his friend nods. A smile grows tenfold at Jeno’s last words.
Jeno has always been the person of the friend group who gives love advice before he’s ever felt it. It wasn’t for four years ago when he met you did he actually understand what he told others.
Love is more than emotional. It’s taking your hand in a large crowd so you’re not lost. It’s early evening dinners spent together. It’s active listening to the other person’s troubles. It’s simple, yet too complex to explain. Some things are meant to be.
Finally, you two rejoin with one another and form the orderly line that every pairing walks down the aisle in. Jeno takes your hand, as you offer your world to him. The charming toothy smile that he’ll never grow tired of seeing, your hands intertwine. You both seem anxious, not entirely sure why, you two aren’t the ones getting married.
But you two face the closed doors that are about to open. The soft gentle song begins to play, announcing the start of their beautiful journey.
Jeno gives your hand a small squeeze, “everything okay?” His whisper is almost inaudible.
“Not something I couldn’t fix. You?” You mumble back, the doors open and the groom starts his walk down the aisle.
“I do learn from the best.” From side eye peeks, you see the sly grin on your boyfriend’s charming face. “So yeah, not something I couldn’t fix.”
You both walk down the aisle in unison. The white rolled out sheet that has pink flower petals scattered across disappear under your feet with each step. Mutual friends sit in the crowd and their distant relatives all wear expressions of awe.
The music is drowned out when you two reach the altar, separating to join the different sides of the couple. Something inside you tells you not to look at Jeno standing on the other side, not yet.
Facing forward, each groomsmen and bridesmaid pairing flood in one by one. The final repetition of the song and your best friend is ready for her entrance. Her sheer veil drapes over her face, a large bouquet of pink roses in her hands, each step brings her closer to her future husband.
You’re immersed, completely close to tears just at the moving image of your best friend finding a love so true. Years after years, she’s been wandering the Earth set searching for a perfect partner. You felt a bit foolish to have found Jeno before she had found someone, wondering if you rushed too soon into a relationship.
Jeno has always felt unreal to you. There’s something new and old to love about him every day. You love that he just always knows what to say, remembering a moment in time when you asked, “shall I stay?” and for him to reply, “would it be a sin if you did?” for you, of course not.
You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry and everything was smooth sailing, until the vows and you consequently make eye contact with Jeno across the altar.
It’s as if time stopped, you two are in your own world. Jeno’s eyebrows rise up subtly in shock, like a whole waterfall of epiphanies washed over him. He sees you blinking back at him, as beautiful as ever in a formal gown and a small bouquet in your hands.
Jeno hears the vows, “for I can’t help falling in love... with...” and your mouths move in synchronization as you two mouth the last word silently to yourselves, “you.”
Your heart is ready to burst out of your chest and a tear happens to slip down your face. Not only are you incredibly happy for the newly weds, you’re soaring through the sky that Jeno loves you as much as you love him.
Jeno smiles sweetly at the droplet that draws down your cheek and your poor attempt to wipe it away. But he’s staring at you as if you’re all he’s ever wanted in love. Is this what his friend feels as they exchange rings? The realization that this is the only person you’re ever going to love.
He’s made up his mind. He’s going to marry you one day, like it’s set in stone. “I do.” Your friends’ futures are sealed and celebratory cheers break you two out of the trance.
“Congratulations.” You hug your best friend as tightly as you can before she walks down the aisle together with her new husband. Jeno steps forward, interlocking your fingers proudly and placing a small kiss on the back of your hand.
“I can’t wait to experience that all over again.” There’s a happiness in his step and the way his smile beams. “Only, it will be us exchanging vows at the altar.”
Perhaps Jeno is intoxicated from the joyous atmosphere of the wedding, but you don’t mind. You love him all the more to want to share something as special as today, “you aren’t ready for what I would say to you.”
Jeno chuckles, pinching your cheek lovingly. “In that case, you better make me cry, you big soft baby.”
You pretend that you’re offended, pouting a little before bursting into giggles with your boyfriend. There’s a million things you’d want to say to Jeno, but the one thing you’ll never forget to mention would be, “I love you, Lee Jeno.”
#kpopscape#nct-writers#neothestars#nct scenarios#jeno scenarios#nct fluff#nct imagines#lee jeno#nct#nct dream#nct dream scenarios#jeno#lee jeno scenarios
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how to smoke clear (aka smudge...)
Smoke has long been used as a form of alchemy to amplify your intentions. Incense burns and lifts prayers on altars in temples, mosques and churches everywhere. Burning sage has become so en vogue that you can buy bundles next to cell phone cases in large chain retailers.
Smoke clearing is often referred to as smudging by Westerns, but they’re not the same thing.
smoke clearing is not the same as smudging
While smoke clearing is ancient and universal, it’s not the same as smudging, a traditional Aboriginal practice. Calling your practice smudging if you are not Aboriginal is disrespectful.
Smudging involves a specific ceremony and treatment of the plant medicine, including keeping it away from alcohol and intoxicated people as well as menstruating women, who overpower the medicine while embodying their ability to bring life into the world. My close Metis friend of Cree heritage explained that she would never buy this medicine from a store, because she wouldn’t know how it had been treated or by who and was taught to give an offering to receive it (suck it consumerism).
On a visit to local spiritual shop the Good Spirit which sells sage and sweet grass, I was lucky to have a passing conversation with shop owner and 2013 National Aboriginal Entrepreneur of the Year Savannah Olsen when I asked for her perspective on the cultural appropriation of smudging. She mentioned that she’s First Nations and that the cultural appropriating of ‘smudging’, which Aboriginal people’s have been persecuted for and evicted from apartments for practicing, is comparable to white women wearing braids after a history of marginalizing black women for theirs. (Solange sings ‘Don’t touch my hair’.)
Savannah also referenced the difference between smoke clearing and smudging illustration, which I had serendipitously found shared in the comments of a post about DIY smudge bundles (again, problematic naming convention but is that only depending on who creates the bundle?)
ethical harvesting of white buffalo sage
I’ve also read contradicting arguments that white buffalo sage is over harvested and now endangered. There was an excellent Strange Magic podcast episode on creating an inclusive tarot practice in which Many Moons author Sarah Faith Gottesdiener discussed why she no longer uses sage in her practice.
Cultural smoke clearing practices use herbs native to their regions. The commercialization of sage for global consumption has caused problems of over harvesting due to the demand for it. I’ve also read that Aboriginal peoples had free access to the plant medicines which were abundant to their regions, so threatening its livelihood due to unethical harvesting is also an issue.
Honestly, I burn sage in my practice and intend on selling it at a flea market next year; however, I burn one leaf instead of an entire bundle. This is all you need (and thank you to Betsy Lafae for teaching me this through her always uplifting Instagram account.) You’d be surprised how much smoke one leaf creates and how long it will take you to use a small amount if you practice this way.
when to smoke clear
Here are some recommended time to smoke clear:
when moving into a new home/space
when starting a new job or venture
before / after guests are in your space (home and office)
before / after a yoga or healing session (I burn it before I go into a float pod)
before meditation (my goal is to do this every morning, starting with a sage leaf makes it extra special)
post argument or any illness
when coming home from crowded spaces
free your mind first
If you’re going to send your hopes and dreams out into the universe, you want to clear out your own energy and the vibes in the space around you to prevent anything unwelcome from creeping in.
Be sure to smoke clear with intent. Decide why you're taking this ritual time to be present with yourself. Are you clearing your space of energy or giving yourself a reset, focussing on your intentions and goals for the future, or simply enjoying a meditative moment?
Before you begin, take some deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, clear your mind of any worries, and imagine connecting yourself to the earth with roots growing from your feet or the base of your spine before beginning. You can also meditate before the ritual.
tools you'll need
At the very least, you'll need some dried plants or herbs to burn and a way to light them on fire. Some people use a shell bowl to hold the lit element, and a feather wand to fan the smoke around into all of the corners, closets and crannies. These tools represent all four elements - earth (plant matter), air (feather), fire (lit ember), water (shell).
herbs to burn
Choose an herb that has properties to support your intention, you can also combine to amplify specific intentions.
sage - clearing energy (remember: one leaf will do it, you don't need a bundle)
palo santo - blessing, healing, calling in guides
cedar - evergreen and strong, use for security, structure and support
juniper - clarification, protection and purification
mugwort - to signal arrivals and departures, or to create movement
lavender - to clear and uplift, or to relax
rose - for love, luck, grief or healing intentions
sweet grass - for peace and healing
If you want to do a thorough clear and protection of your space, start at the front door and work counter clockwise through the space, moving the smudge smoke counter clockwise at any doors. Focus on clearing energy in this direction. Repeat going clockwise around the space and again at each doorway to welcome in new energy and intentions. You can also say this cleansing prayer, either in thought or out loud.
enjoy the vibes you’ve created
I made the realization today that almost everyone I'm close with in my life at this point is spiritual in some way. The link between happiness and connection to something greater has been scientifically studied. I like to give a podcast a listen for inspo after a smoke clearing session. It's a great way to fill your space with positive vibes and intentions.
My fave podcasts to listen to for good vibes include:
Dream Freedom Beauty by Natalie Ross
Strange Magic by Sarah Faith Gottesdiener, Amanda Yates Garcia, + Carolyn Pennypacker Riggs
Oprah’s SuperSoul Conversations, featuring a huge range of talented people talking about their connection to spirit
Tarot for the Wild Soul with Lindsay Mack
Photo by Brit Gill
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Congratulations BECKY! You’ve been accepted as VENUS.
Becky’s back, back again. Becky’s back, tell a friend! Now that I got that out of the way, I can make this a serious acceptance note. I can honestly say there was not a moment while reading this app that I didn’t think your Hana was it. Hana is obsessed with power and the way you hit on that through her bio had me on the edge of my seat. You created this storm of a girl that I want to know more about even if I know the danger associated with her. Both of us are beyond excited to see the “human embodiment of pikachu with anger issues” on the dash!
Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.
Out of Character Information:
NAME/ALIAS: Becky
PRONOUNS: she / her
AGE: 24
TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT ( but technically GMT +1 currently bc summer! ); online daily, particularly active atm because ya girl is working from home
In Character Information:
DESIRED ROLE: Venus / Hana Mercado
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female; she/her
DETAILS & ANALYSIS:
Even in a city like Miami, Hana is hard to miss in a crowd. Bubblegum bursts, her lazy chew concealing the switchblade sharp smirk that slides across her mouth a little too late for anyone to be able to avoid the trouble that comes from it. She thinks she’s wired up wrong, like a casino gambling machine full of bullets that just keeps dishing out violence while playing its disjointed electric-warped song of congratulations, bright lights flashing wildly.
To your left, a man walking his pet leopard down the sidewalk; to the right, Hana Mercado paralysing a man with the touch of a fingertip for wolf-whistling her. She fits in well here, Florida born and raised, helping the drug lords keep their territories and the mutants keep their identities and everyone and anyone in between keep what’s left of their slowly unravelling sanity. Despite the bustling sea of tourists that ebbs and flows with the good weather, it’s easy to feel lonely. Hana isn’t great when it comes to other people. Pushing them away is a lot less difficult than making them stay.
Everything is loud. Everything is bright. The electricity is near palpable as she splashes through the remnants of a thunderstorm, rainwater spraying over fresh white sneakers. She’s quiet when the sun sets, bleeding red across the sky, the colour of the popsicles she’d eat for dinner as a kid. It’s hard to fear the consequences of her actions when she’s as close to a young god as anyone’s ever going to get. Mutants? Deities? Same difference if you know how to play to the right narrative.
Fuck you has always been easier to spit than a genuinely spoken I love you and that’s the honest-to-fuck truth.
[ + ] driven / brave / resilient / passionate
[ - ] arrogant / reckless / unpredictable / childish
BIO:
Money is power. And power is power. And electricity? The sort that decorates the country like a spiderweb, an interwoven network of wires, all humming, all singing to her, the siren’s call of greatness from above ground and beneath it? Power.
Hana is a vicious formation of blood and desire, with the scent of someone burning from the inside inhaled like a nicotine hit. Interrogation comes naturally to her; smiles that should be sweet on a face like hers turn sharp and deadly. She likes to hear them beg. To watch them shake. People spill their secrets to her whether they like it or not.
It’s been that way since she was nineteen years old, static dancing between her fingertips after getting too riled up in an argument with a neighbour’s son over stealing her family’s gas cylinder. An impromptu lightning strike had left the tarmac lining the trailer park sizzling, black and sticky like summertime ( and don’t worry, the Cheeto-dust-decorated-rude-mouthed-slacker-of-a-punk-ass-brat had survived – getting hit by lightning suddenly made him interesting, too, so if anything she’d been doing him a favour ).
A freak accident, they’d called it. Another one of those unexpected Florida storms. But she knew better than that. As had her mom, smoking a fresh pack of Camel Blues from the other side of the door’s insect screen, fresh foils in her hair, acrylic nails the colour of the algae in the neglected community pool down the street. Thinking back, maybe this all stemmed from swallowing too much of that fucking nuclear-waste-looking water when she’d dared to swim there as a kid, hot and sweaty as a storm breaks on the horizon.
But the point – the point is that, to her mom, having the human embodiment of Pikachu as a daughter was as good as winning a jackpot at one of her weekly bingo sessions. She tries to sell it. Power. The ability to pluck electricity from charged particles in the air makes her daughter useful. A living battery. Studies on mutants at University of Miami dish out hefty paychecks after the right terms and conditions have been signed ( note: if you die, that’s on you, don’t try to sue us ). Hana attempts to protest but even she can’t deny that the allure of getting rich sounds like a dream come true.
So she goes to college. Not in the usual sense, sure, but she gets to live on campus ( in a secure underground testing facility beneath the BioMed building ) and hang out with others ( mostly mutants ) her age. And it’s fine for a while until simple fitness tests and blood sampling turn more extreme. Some days are hazy, pumped full of drugs and hooked up to machines that she doesn’t know the name of, let alone the purpose, beeping their own idle hospital-like symphony. Other days are dark and quiet, plunged into sensory deprivation for the sake of whatever it is the boffins in their lab coats are trying to figure out.
She’ll get rich or die trying and, ironically, neither of those things happens.
When the anti-mutant-testing protestors storm the building, they free Hana from both the confinement and the contract. The money she was supposed to get at the end of all this vanishes, along with the pleased looking humans who pat themselves on the back for doing a good deed and disappear to go and celebrate. None of them ask her if this was what she wanted. None of them stop to think that maybe liberation was never an option for her.
Her mom’s gone too. A new trailer stands where Hana’s home once had. The monthly paychecks from the university never reached her bank account, instead wired directly to Mrs Mercado. She laughs until she cries, the air crackling overhead.
After all that, turning to a life of crime is far easier than it has any right to be. Angry and alone, she fucks a guy in a gang in the back of his drop-top and makes herself useful when it comes to getting money out of those who owe it. She runs from the cops. Has a gun pressed to her temple. Watches an illegal weed farm burn at the flick of a lighter. Nothing phases her because she doesn’t let it. Rules stop meaning anything when you realise just what having powers can get you. Making a living from getting spineless people to open up their mouths and offer the gold that is information makes her feel a little less like a failure. Interrogation has a nice ring to it, after all. And once she makes a name for herself, sought after by those who know that secrets are worth a decent stack of bills – well – who is she to turn a job down?
EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:
YVETTE. It’s more than just the sticky sweet sugar of sisterhood. Hana would fight tooth and nail for Yvette should she say the word; would go to war for her if needed. There are very few people in the world that she cares about more than herself, but her partner ( in crime, in the sport of bringing their enemies down, in a vodka-tasting kiss that she’s managed to take a little too far ) holds the throne to Hana’s adoration. If only Yvette would take another step further into chaos and embrace becoming the seductive sort of danger that people run from.
ANDREAS. He knows how to say the right things, she’ll give him that. Hana wants what is hers. And sure, she may not know what that is exactly but the whispers of power he offers are captivating. After so long of operating alone for anyone with enough money to afford her services, the concept of joining strengths is a tricky one to navigate. She keeps him waiting, keeps him on his toes, avoiding a crystal clear answer for the sake of keeping her cards close to her chest. Better to have multiple options on the table than settling for the first one that comes along.
DEREK. Oh, the joy of knowing she’s the shiny new model; a glossy picture-perfect upgrade; a brand new battery to keep Damien and his clowns energised. The temptation of coaxing out Derek’s anger to watch him slip up and fall further from grace is all too great. She’ll press a cherry red lipstick kiss to the dark shades of the sunglasses he will no doubt need down here in paradise. Her future is bright, can he say the same about his own?
DAMIEN ft. JACKSON. He sends his loyal hound. She can only assume that Jackson is missing a collar because he doesn’t like wearing it in public; his Tiffany heart-shaped dog tag would probably get too warm glinting in the Miami sunshine. Hana knows a mob boss pet when she sees one, sniffing her out amongst the cheap cocktails and plastic palms of a Tiki Bar on Ocean Drive. Who’s a good boy? It’s appealing, the carefully constructed dream Damien offers. Almost a little too good to be true given the circumstances. She knows his gang has chased others out, a fine show of strength and organisation, but how long will it last when he doesn’t even know this city?
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My Favorite BTS Lyrics, Pt 1
First, hi. All credit for the translations are listed, so please click the hyperlinks to take a look! Some of them have wonderful interpretations as well (all translations in this post come from doyoubangtan). Second, feel free to reply back or message me with your favorites, even if they’re not on here! I would love to chat and discuss. Inspo came from this post!
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“Thank you for letting me be me / Even if one day I become someone that is not me.”
^^ Save Me / I’m Fine. I know these are two different songs, but BTS made it a point to connect them, and this parallel makes me uwu (sorry). I love anything that relates to growing and changing, and these lyrics embody that + acceptance.
“If I am, perhaps, ruining you – would you forgive me? Because you can’t live without me.”
^^ Pied Piper. This interpretation of Pied Piper is magical, and I really appreciate their translation of it as well. Pied Piper was always one of my favorite BTS songs, but this interpretation just added another reason to why I love it.
“In the end, some day, spring will come, and the ice will melt and trickle by.”
^^ Singularity. I get very sentimental about spring so I’m probably biased towards lyrics like these, but also, this lyric as a metaphor is sweet in itself.
“Perhaps, if at that time, just a little, just that much, I had gathered courage and stood in front of you, would everything have been different now?”
^^ The Truth Untold. This song is brutal, but also, regrets. Just a powerful lyric.
“In the days you say ‘I hate being me’, in the days you say ‘I just want to disappear’, let’s make a door, in your heart, if you open the door and enter, this place will be waiting for you.”
^^ Magic Shop. If you know what this song is about, it needs little explanation. Either way, this lyric is just a reminder to me of the comfort found in music/fandom/sharing these experiences with other people, including the artists. Thanks Jungkook.
(Honorable mention for Magic Shop: “You gave me the best of me, so you’ll give you the best of you.” If I think too hard about this lyric I’ll cry.)
“It was love, and if that is the entirety of the word ‘love’, is there really a need to keep repeating it?”
^^ Trivia: Seesaw. I think this lyric holds weight by itself, but means more when in context of the whole song. I love this song a lot. Partially, because its Yoongi. But I think it has such a beautifully soft sound. And then the first time I read the translation, I cried. So. This song wormed its way into my heart and now lives there. That’s on that.
“The me of yesterday, me of today, me of tomorrow... without anything missing, anything left behind, all of it is me.”
^^ Answer: Love Myself. I don’t even have the words to explain how I feel about this line. (But honestly... this whole song... all the lyrics are magical.)
“With the wings of Icarus you gave me, to you, not the sun, let me fly.”
^^ A Poem for the Little Things, or, as most of the world knows it, Boy With Luv. Much to talk about here. First, my favorite BTS song, ever. And then when I learned what the song was ACTUALLY about, I was done for. I like the literal translation of the name better than Boy With Luv, because I think it better represents what the song is about. I know it is supposed to relate back to Boy in Luv, however, (or maybe the better word is contrast) so I get the reasoning for the title. Either way, I think this line is all-encompassing of what the song is about and also very powerful for the fans.
“It might even be that the expression of this night is again so beautiful not because of those stars, or even those starry lights, but because of us.”
^^ Mikrokosmos. I admit, I slept on this song for a while. No idea why I did, but its really such a beautiful song. This line feels like something straight out of a romance novel and I love it. I also love the contrasting line about the darkness later on in the song.
“In an eternal night for which an end could not be seen, you are the one who gifted me with the morning.”
^^ Make It Right. This lyric is so sweet to me. It doesn’t even have to be romantic, to me its just about that person you find your solace in.
I’m going to do another part! Because I think MOTS7 is especially going to make me emo. Let me know what you think of these though!
#bts#bts lyrics#bts translation#this whole post made me rly emo#jungkook#taehyung#jimin#namjoon#v#rm#jhope#hoseok#yoongi#suga#jin#seokjin#favorite lyrics#gif credit on gif#lyrics#ahna
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