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I always think of this Undertale quote on New Year's day. 🌟

Thank you for the Tag!

last song: Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men.

favorite colour: Dark green or purple.

currently watching: Im watching a youtuber analyzeg a TV-Show through a queer-feministic lense.

last movie: Kikis delivery service

sweet/spicy/savoury: Its a tie between sweet and savory but right now I lean more towards savory. I am currently obsessed with plain bread dipped in olive oil.

current obsession: BG3 ! Olive oil and bread. And the topic im studying because I am a absolute nerd for that.

last thing I googled: Names for the DND Game I am hosting soon. I made the map myself and I tried to nail names that make sense in the world.

No pressure tags: @gewaltofwivia, @solarmidnight, @aspb, @druiddekarios, @cosmicaeons21

People I'd like to know better...

Thanks for the tag @spacebarbarianweird !

last song: Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

favourite colour: Phthalo Green

currently watching: Season 15 of Supernatural

last movie: Interview With the Vampire

sweet/spicy/savoury: Savory. I will almost always choose salty / savory over sweets

current obsessions: Fun things: BG3, the BG3 fandom, writing, Less fun things: cleaning up the massive mess I've made of my studio before work tomorrow (me no likey)

last thing i googled: spelling of the word "tchotchkes"

Tagging (sorry for any dupes!): @nyx-knox, @the-bear-and-his-sunbird, @1waywardbirdlane, @pinkberrytea, @princess-leaorgana

Please remember that almost everyone around you is traumatized. I didn’t understand this when I was younger. I wondered why people acted so strangely and irrationally. Maybe all children wonder this. The author Robert Anton Wilson said (paraphrasing), “We have never seen a completely sane adult human.” No one makes it out of this life alive. It’s not their fault. Mercy, kindness, forgiving — these are what makes one human. They are other names for love. People break in the strangest of ways.

Thank you for the addition! That's exactly what I mean and you put that phenomally in words.

(also same on the 5'10 and relatively Broad Gang ! )

Just a little rant about my issues with height differences under the cut. Please note that this is no hate whatsoever, just some rambling that is honestly all over the place.

I'm kind of frustrated with my own aversion of big height differences. Like I am not a fan of ships where one goes barely to the stomach of the other person. Especially not if the smaller one is a woman.

This is not me shitting on people who like this! I am genuinely exited for you, if this is your cup of tea! Write the fanfic, draw the art or just enjoy the idea of that. Unironically, please have fun with that, if you enjoy height differences.

But for me (especially with Halsin who will in most of the cases be the taller person) there seems to be a certain dynamic that in most (but not all ) cases comes with that?

Like the taller one being the protector and always the one to care for the smaller one, being very aggressive and jealous of their smaller partner and the smaller person being carried, easily hoisted up or tossed around, mostly more naive and having to be taken care of.

And its mostly never the other way around? The tall Person does not get to be vulnerable, does not get to be protected. And the smaller Person can stand their ground in certain situations but not always and then its a surprise to most that such a small person can do this.

And don't get me wrong. I love Halsin and his height (and how people react to him) is such a big part of him! But its like people forget that "despite" his height and him being tall and beefy, he should be taken care of too.

I do not want to sound like a hater, because I love the fanbase and the people around and I know a lot of people that I love to follow love height differences.

And maybe its because I am on the above average height for women (being almost a head taller than average ) and how people reacted to that in real life (telling me I am not small or cute enough to be a partner, telling me that long legs are attractive but only for a night etc.) that gave me such an aversion to that?

Idk. With so many people loving height differences in fiction its hard to steer around and I do not want to be so frustrated by this.

If you read all this: Thank you, have a wonderful night/day and take care of yourself

I also got tagged by @girlwithadragonheart Thank you both for tagging me! I'm just very bad with doing such posts right away and then I kind of forget about it for a while.

Favorite color: Cannot decide on one but right now it's between dark green and a lighter purple (think wisteria or lilac)

Last song: Dirty Paws by Of monsters and men

Currently reading: Several books where I alternate but maybe it is telling that one of them is about AD(H)D in women.

Currently watching: Last "real" thing I watched was Bodkin but currently I am watching a youtuber I love commenting and analyzing a TV- Show.

Currently craving: self-made bread and Olive Oil.

Coffee or tea: I love both, but I drink more coffee.

No pressure tags: @aenvittorielle @crafty-goth @carmsgarms @suosopuli-blog

tagged forever ago by @polgara6 (thank you!!)

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to know or catch up with

Favourite Colour: green 💚 

Last Song: camouflage, camouflage by the blood brothers

Currently Reading: the bear and the nightingale by katherine arden + rereading emma by jane austen

Currently Watching: nothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Currently Craving: mozzarella sticks

Coffee or Tea: tea!

tagging: @deputyash, @murderous-wolf-daddy, @grimmylover7, @redrum-eht, @woundedheartwithin, @beardedladyqueen, @cursedwoman1859, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @calamitylena

Just a little rant about my issues with height differences under the cut. Please note that this is no hate whatsoever, just some rambling that is honestly all over the place.

I'm kind of frustrated with my own aversion of big height differences. Like I am not a fan of ships where one goes barely to the stomach of the other person. Especially not if the smaller one is a woman.

This is not me shitting on people who like this! I am genuinely exited for you, if this is your cup of tea! Write the fanfic, draw the art or just enjoy the idea of that. Unironically, please have fun with that, if you enjoy height differences.

But for me (especially with Halsin who will in most of the cases be the taller person) there seems to be a certain dynamic that in most (but not all ) cases comes with that?

Like the taller one being the protector and always the one to care for the smaller one, being very aggressive and jealous of their smaller partner and the smaller person being carried, easily hoisted up or tossed around, mostly more naive and having to be taken care of.

And its mostly never the other way around? The tall Person does not get to be vulnerable, does not get to be protected. And the smaller Person can stand their ground in certain situations but not always and then its a surprise to most that such a small person can do this.

And don't get me wrong. I love Halsin and his height (and how people react to him) is such a big part of him! But its like people forget that "despite" his height and him being tall and beefy, he should be taken care of too.

I do not want to sound like a hater, because I love the fanbase and the people around and I know a lot of people that I love to follow love height differences.

And maybe its because I am on the above average height for women (being almost a head taller than average ) and how people reacted to that in real life (telling me I am not small or cute enough to be a partner, telling me that long legs are attractive but only for a night etc.) that gave me such an aversion to that?

Idk. With so many people loving height differences in fiction its hard to steer around and I do not want to be so frustrated by this.

If you read all this: Thank you, have a wonderful night/day and take care of yourself

Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.

And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.

It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

absence

pls reblog 😔

False Idols

i am a firm believer that ocs are a reflection of the self in the way that every character you create has to hold some piece of you to really feel alive. sometimes this is why all your ocs have certain traits, sometimes this is why you can track your various issues and traumas all the way from middleschool to now based on what your ocs are like. this is a feature not a bug

Maybe it's just my proximity to middle age, but for my money, Halsin is the most attractive romanceable character in BG3 by a mile. He's kind. He's courteous. He takes responsibility for his mistakes and undertakes to fix them without roping you into a bunch of drama about it and then goes on to help you save the world just because he likes you. He's a leader with a healthy ambivalence about leadership. He's effectively an eco-socialist with deep and abiding convictions about the treatment of the underprivileged, especially children. He is passionately romantic about you while also decrying the constraints and jealousies of compulsory monogamy. AND he's built like a brick shithouse and will fuck your brains out. I'm just not seeing what's not to love about this man.

phoebe wahl's art always makes me want to cry

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

soft reminders:

you have value even when you can’t get out bed.

you will always have inherent worth, unaffected by your level of functioning or productivity.

you are deserving of love, kindness and time.

you are worth the ‘burden’ of getting help and recovering.