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Al’s ex-wife is an incredibly enigmatic character for me. I have such a hard time visualizing her in my head because she’s so disconnected from anything I’ve personally experienced irl. What do you mean a good, kind, morally correct, honest, loving maternal figure who is always trying to do right by her family and children and had to make difficult choices to try and protect herself and her child? Girl. No other character concept has sounded MORE fictional to me than a decent mother.
Space demons? Easy peasy. Dictator revolutionary robot warlord? Mind demon? Why not!
Mother? What the fuck is that?? How do I write that??
Dawg, not me randomly realizing I rp and gravitate towards favoring single dads in the media I consume and create because my dad was basically raising me as a single parent when I was growing up. 😶
What I’m getting at here is THIS photoset is compelling me to watch this show after so many years of ignoring it because when it was out people would pester me to watch it.
Building off my previous post. I straight up cannot understand motherhood at all. The concept, the way it’s supposed to be, how it feels, the bond between mother and child how to write and characterize it… that shit is a total enigma to me, because my mom was Not in the picture for a solid 85% of my life tbqh.
Let me put it another way. When I watched Bambi at 6 years old I literally was like 😐 because I didn’t (and still don’t!) understand it.
Dawg, not me randomly realizing I rp and gravitate towards favoring single dads in the media I consume and create because my dad was basically raising me as a single parent when I was growing up. 😶
Poob will not make baffling decisions that destroy the one unique feature of the website and in turn ruin the unique culture (which is a drawing point for many).
Ohh, so I was looking at my storage and found these! I originally shared them on twitter before yeeting the platform. Anyway, feel free to use! Art memes for your oc :D
SEVEN DEADLY SINS : CHARACTERISTICS.
Stolen from: @docnefarious
Tagging: @sillymuses for whomever, @heedingcalls for whomever, @dreamsofalife, @thehopcful, @tccnstalgia you already know! and anyone else!
LUST
desire for connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one-night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behavior, love poems, erotic art
PRIDE
confidence, self-assurance, self-respect, dignity, public speaking, self-promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self-important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development
✦ ☾ 🔥 ☽ ✦ → He's vividly aware this conversation is careening straight into the kind of incredulous questioning he was hoping to just... talk right past, which makes him roll his head to one side at just the start of their aggravation with him. Rotating the pipe in his teeth, the fire of his eyes flicker up at the crowd as he instinctually avoids how the other looks at him. And his nerves wrench tighter...
He's AWARE how it looks for children to have gotten to be this severe a threat without the intervention of the adults-- but he and everyone at this party are somewhere between knowing its ridiculous and knowing not to underestimate the sheer capability of these bright eyed, drooling, snot nosed kids. And with frustration... it was a constant threat to his power that makes it so HARD to take him seriously. But, it is STILL the pressing reality. He has no time to deny it. " Well-- clearly they're not exactly NORMAL children if they destroy planets... Its not like they're MY kids! " He shrugs out his hands, his defensive impatience bleeding through in the bite of his tone, no amount of practiced civility able to swallow his ceaseless anger.
" Look I- I get it-- this is a weird case... " Finally, the smooth voiced patriarch seems flustered, raising his hands like a suspect to insist they hold on for just a minute.
" You're used to something more orthodox, direct-- that's fine! I could still do incredible things with your kinda resources! I mean-- we're rushing complex pipelines here! Locating, dismantling, crushing dissent-- Don't worry! I have my OWN solutions for the rugrats! Just-- leave the strategy to ME. What I... NEED.... is whatever I TELL you I need, if you would just let me EXPLAIN-- " He catches his temper before he bursts into flames-- visibly biting back his tongue with a finch of his head. He was... levitating just then. His heels left the ground and hovered that way for multiple seconds before touching back down. His eyes, burning brighter, flicker again, between his sharp gaze at Mr. Tunabone and to the crowd, who he was certain was beginning to pick up on their rising tension. Which was the last thing the already restless bunch needed. He breathes out hot smoke and gives his attention back to the big cat. Slowed. Patient.
" ... It'll take ships. Workers. Weapons, yes... I'll buy your intel, even. " He quiets to say. " But we'll have to play it by ear for now, considering how sudden this engagement is... Is that fine? " He requests in a strange mix between sharply concluding and asking nicely.
Al hadn't meant to let slip his criticisms and doubt so early in their acquaintance. Usually, it wasn't until later — perhaps a meeting or two down the road — before someone found out just what he thought of them. But here was a special circumstance; he had gone out of his way to spare this planet, having some inexplicable intuition that there was something special worth his time here. So to hear that it was mere children that gave the world's supposedly most powerful man such a runaround was enough to give the warlord some secondhand embarrassment. Being associated with a world leader so... incompetent was not a good look for someone of Al's stature, and he was beginning to have his doubts as to whether this evening was even worth his time.
But perhaps he'd underestimated the value of his opinion to this stranger. No sooner were the words out of his mouth, did their effectiveness against the other's ego register like a physical blow. Father was clearly flustered, to be so openly challenged in front of all his guests.
Glowing eyes. Levitation. Steam, from his nose and mouth — looking very much like a dragon... The imagery wasn't helping Al's impression of his demonic heritage.
Rather unperturbed, he took another smooth drink of his beer.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to hit ya with the hard questions right out tha gate. Ah jus' — ain't never heard that one before. You kinda caught me out... an' that takes a lot."
He looked at him again, for a long steady moment. The pointed quiet behind him let him know that his guards were alert, watching for further escalation of their conversation now that the initial challenge had been issued. The warlord turned his head somewhat. Not quite enough to catch Roy's eye, but the gesture said everything. 'Wait.'
"It was wrong of me to presume what you might need. So when you're done servin' everybody their food, why don' you an' I take a seat yonder — " he tilted his beer in the direction of a table somewhat removed from the rest of the party, where no one else was sitting, " — and you tell me everythang Ah need to know?"
My muses know what they like, and who they want to be with, but then so many of them are here with the 'haha but no one would actually want me though, right?' when it comes to letting those same people know they're interested 💀
Honestly she won't lecture too much, and she does love cats and birds but she's got an allergy to feathers.
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He looked at her, opened his mouth to say something; open and closed it like a fish before he managed to get something out.
"Ok, but would you even want —??"
He gave her a 'hello??' sort of look, raising an eyebrow comically high on his forehead as he gestured up and down himself with both dirty, knobby hands. Dingy black-gray robes, patched and frayed, hanging on an unfit body; balding head, few teeth; a penchant for grave robbery and genocide... is this the sort of man in your dating pool?
He had a feeling he already knew the answer. Who in their right mind would ever give him their time of day?
A circle scorched into stone snaps shut with a wet crack, sigils flaring sickly green before sputtering like a dying torch. And, then, BOOM.
A plume of dust, ash, and something that smells faintly of sulfur ( and old socks ) erupts from the center of the summoning circle. A raspy, offended coughing fit follows, gnarled hands flailing wildly in the haze, clearly the smoke that was filling his undead lungs. A loud, wet hawk and a glob of something unpleasant spat onto the stone floor. Through it all, a figure emerges with mottled, moldy, gray-green skin, a shock of feral hair, and a striped suit hangs crooked on a frame that looks held together by spite alone Betelgeuse wipes his mouth on his sleeve, squints around the chamber, and immediately digs one hand into his pocket.
❛ Euuugh. Christ in a crypt, did anybody ever tell you people to AIR OUT a summoning room?! ❜
He produces a filthy cigarette, snaps his fingers, and lights a tiny flame on his nail. A long and dramatic drag later, smoke curling around him to frame where the haze had dissipated. He glances at the ritual circle at his feet, the candles, ancient text . . . the whole . . . vibe . . . and raises a curious brow. ❛ Lemme guess. Dusty books, forbidden ink, a little light demonology on the side? ❜ His grin is sharp and ugly as he snickers to himself, nodding appreciatively. ❛ Ohhh, I like you already. Real old-school. None’a that 'please consent to be summoned' paperwork bullshit. ❜
Gargamel blinked hard when the light was sucked out of the room in a neon flash of green that shocked the senses. Wiped his eyes on a grimy robe sleeve. And now, sagging in the middle of his kitchen, a man who was somehow both portly and bag'o' bones.
The next thing to recover from the stranger's sudden arrival was unfortunately the wizard's sense of smell.
" 'Air out the summoning room'? I'll have you know the only thing that stinks around here is you, buddy," he said, through an ugly grin showing off a mostly toothless mouth.
"But yeah, welcome to the Middle Ages. No such thing as paperwork, yet."
He let the implications sit. Any old wizard might not know about the concept of paperwork, but Gargamel had been around the hourglass a few times so to speak; centuries plus or minus the present, and back all over again. Such experience should've given him an edge on other wizards, but all it had seemed to do was make him a little reckless — taking risks like this, summoning strange demons whose powers and Contractual Terms he had little way of knowing.
He held out a book to him. Ringing the Beyond. On the black leather cover, a Satanic summoning circle surrounded by various runes of gold leaf. It was a figurative phone book for all kinds of cosmic beings. While he was doing this, Azrael brushed against his robes and then sat down beside him. The cats green-yellow eyes looked on their houseguest with an intelligence and calm that was nearly human.
"So like... how does this work exactly? I've only summoned once before, and that was years ago. You're not gonna ask for my soul in exchange for your services, are you?"
Put together a few of these type sheets for some of my stronger muses. Might do more in the future, but here's some for a start! Feel free to answer for any or all.
turnnoffyourmind
jacobvanloon
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
tangentwithtanner
dededos
kianamaiart
baratheonpilled
