Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH
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Cosmic Funnies
$LAYYYTER
Sweet Seals For You, Always
roma★
macklin celebrini has autism
we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON
todays bird
Not today Justin
Noah Kahan
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FYI about my blog
I will be using different tags for different unique works, so if you're looking for a specific universe's materials you can find it easier!!! As I begin to post from different universes I will update the tags I use here.
First 'verse is tagged as #chaosverse!
I will also post responses I have written to prompts with the tag #katzeprompts which will be unique to the snippet.
“Halt, foul beast! You shall threaten this town no longer!” Yelled the hero, drawing their blade, an ancient artefact that glowed and became razor sharp in the presence of evil.. except it wasn’t only not glowing, but dulled as the hero pointed it at the 8’ tall man-wolf huddled in the corner.
Thank the gods I'm the only one who can see if this is glowing.
Kaspian played his role well, cowering in the corner and whimpering while I carried on about "ridding the town of filth" and "ending the reign of terror" for the benefit of the townspeople watching.
"Shall you end him now, milady?" The mayor asked, watching me closely with his small, beady eyes.
Yes, I'm going to kill my cousin who got cursed by you to cover up your crimes. Before Kaspian had been cursed, we had been sent here for an abomination, but a skinwalker instead of a direwolf.
"No, I must take him to my superiors in the city, to make sure we rid this curse from the land".
Kaspian whimpers a little louder, probably genuinely. For some reason he isn't looking forward to the extremely painful ritual he'll have to go through to become a man again. I turn to address him now,
"Well, you pestilent beast? Shall you submit to the authority of a priest-knight of Carrah?"
Getting no answer, I poke him with the tip of my sword. If he were an actual abomination, my sword would burn a hole in his leg. As it is, he only squirms a little bit. I sheath my sword while doing my best to look bored instead of worried. The only one a sword of Carrah cannot turn against is its wielder.
"And of course sir mayor, you must come with us to provide witness to the high priest of this." I add over my shoulder, leading Kaspian out to my horse.
"Oh I couldn't-" the mayor begins, but I can be quite unshakeable upon occasion.
Mythology/Star Lore
Instead of the Milky Way, they call their galaxy visible in the night sky the Ribcage. Streaks of stars arch their way across the sky, mimicking a human man's ribs, specifically the left side. Every culture has their own reasoning for this, but there is one reason that I would like to tell you.
Long ago, when Terras was young, the oldest son of the Creator-King went forth to walk amongst his father's creations, the humans and elves and dwarfs that roamed the world. One day Prince Coranth gathered a group of friends, and proposed to them a climb to the top of the mountains, looking for a pathway to the stars. They all readily assented, and they made their way to the top of the tallest mountain in the world.
Trying to make my primary oc with different picrews and rating how they turn out in relation to my mental image of her.
To describe my mental image of Petra:
Dark brown hair with one white streak, low ponytail straight down her back
Light grey eyes
Set of feather-like scars across her forehead, across her spine, and over her knuckles
Small gold square-framed reading glasses
White or black undershirt, with green or gold robe over it or silver plate
Wheelchair or cane if a full body view
Eurasian ancestry
Nubian (?) nose
Somewhat wide, flat mouth
If right hand is visible, large signet ring
Single necklace with a circular pewter pendant
One hanging earring in her left ear
Scoring System:
1 point for hair
1 point for eyes
1 point for scars
1 point for glasses
2 points for clothes
1 point for wheelchair/cane (if relevant)
I don't think skin color or nose or mouth will need points
2-3 points for jewelry
I'll say whether they got the points, and what the final percentage is
0.5 for hair, got the ponytail/color, but you couldn't put just a streak of white in you had to make like the entire top of her head white
0 for eyes, that isn't light or really grey
0 for scars, the only options they had were a scar through an eye of your choice
0.5 for glasses, there wasn't a "small" option they were all pretty large glasses
1 point for clothes, none of the over clothes matched anything remotely like what she would wear
N/A for wheelchair/cane
Only 1 point for jewelry, I got the necklace but there weren't any hanging earrings at all much less an option to only have them in one ear.
Final Percentage: 37.5% (yikes!)
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Had to have some grace for this one, because there wasn't like any color options, but still.
0.5 for hair again, no option to customize bangs or something to be a different color it was the full top/back of the hair or nothing at all
Eyes you couldn't pick the color for, so I'm just going to say N/A
0 for scars, I was hoping but again there was only the stereotype
0.5 for glasses, they were large
1 for clothes, again no suitable overgarments
N/A for wheelchair/cane
0.5/3 for jewelry: yes there were earrings, but both ears. There were no necklaces, and while having hands visible was an option there were no rings.
Final Percentage: 31.25%
Please to interact with this, ask questions about the oc, ask questions about reasoning for design, help me write at least a chunk of her story 🙏
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1 for the hair!!! It may be loose but that's okay she has her lighter streak!!!!
1 for eyes, I wish it was lighter but it's okay
0 for scars, this one had me hoping but it did not follow through :(
1 for glasses, small gold reading glasses say what???
2 for clothes, it may not be 100% the type of fashion she would wear but it's pretty freaking close
N/A for wheelchair/cane
1.5/3 for jewelry, there was a hand option but no rings :( you can hide the off ear so it looks like there's only one earring, and the necklace is gold instead of gray....
Final Percentage: 72.22%!!!!!
Trying to make my primary oc with different picrews and rating how they turn out in relation to my mental image of her.
To describe my mental image of Petra:
Dark brown hair with one white streak, low ponytail straight down her back
Light grey eyes
Set of feather-like scars across her forehead, across her spine, and over her knuckles
Small gold square-framed reading glasses
White or black undershirt, with green or gold robe over it or silver plate
Wheelchair or cane if a full body view
Eurasian ancestry
Nubian (?) nose
Somewhat wide, flat mouth
If right hand is visible, large signet ring
Single necklace with a circular pewter pendant
One hanging earring in her left ear
Scoring System:
1 point for hair
1 point for eyes
1 point for scars
1 point for glasses
2 points for clothes
1 point for wheelchair/cane (if relevant)
I don't think skin color or nose or mouth will need points
2-3 points for jewelry
I'll say whether they got the points, and what the final percentage is
0.5 for hair, got the ponytail/color, but you couldn't put just a streak of white in you had to make like the entire top of her head white
0 for eyes, that isn't light or really grey
0 for scars, the only options they had were a scar through an eye of your choice
0.5 for glasses, there wasn't a "small" option they were all pretty large glasses
1 point for clothes, none of the over clothes matched anything remotely like what she would wear
N/A for wheelchair/cane
Only 1 point for jewelry, I got the necklace but there weren't any hanging earrings at all much less an option to only have them in one ear.
Final Percentage: 37.5% (yikes!)
cdn.picrew.me
Had to have some grace for this one, because there wasn't like any color options, but still.
0.5 for hair again, no option to customize bangs or something to be a different color it was the full top/back of the hair or nothing at all
Eyes you couldn't pick the color for, so I'm just going to say N/A
0 for scars, I was hoping but again there was only the stereotype
0.5 for glasses, they were large
1 for clothes, again no suitable overgarments
N/A for wheelchair/cane
0.5/3 for jewelry: yes there were earrings, but both ears. There were no necklaces, and while having hands visible was an option there were no rings.
Final Percentage: 31.25%
Trying to make my primary oc with different picrews and rating how they turn out in relation to my mental image of her.
To describe my mental image of Petra:
Dark brown hair with one white streak, low ponytail straight down her back
Light grey eyes
Set of feather-like scars across her forehead, across her spine, and over her knuckles
Small gold square-framed reading glasses
White or black undershirt, with green or gold robe over it or silver plate
Wheelchair or cane if a full body view
Eurasian ancestry
Nubian (?) nose
Somewhat wide, flat mouth
If right hand is visible, large signet ring
Single necklace with a circular pewter pendant
One hanging earring in her left ear
Scoring System:
1 point for hair
1 point for eyes
1 point for scars
1 point for glasses
2 points for clothes
1 point for wheelchair/cane (if relevant)
I don't think skin color or nose or mouth will need points
2-3 points for jewelry
I'll say whether they got the points, and what the final percentage is
0.5 for hair, got the ponytail/color, but you couldn't put just a streak of white in you had to make like the entire top of her head white
0 for eyes, that isn't light or really grey
0 for scars, the only options they had were a scar through an eye of your choice
0.5 for glasses, there wasn't a "small" option they were all pretty large glasses
1 point for clothes, none of the over clothes matched anything remotely like what she would wear
N/A for wheelchair/cane
Only 1 point for jewelry, I got the necklace but there weren't any hanging earrings at all much less an option to only have them in one ear.
Final Percentage: 37.5% (yikes!)
Trying to make my primary oc with different picrews and rating how they turn out in relation to my mental image of her.
To describe my mental image of Petra:
Dark brown hair with one white streak, low ponytail straight down her back
Light grey eyes
Set of feather-like scars across her forehead, across her spine, and over her knuckles
Small gold square-framed reading glasses
White or black undershirt, with green or gold robe over it or silver plate
Wheelchair or cane if a full body view
Eurasian ancestry
Nubian (?) nose
Somewhat wide, flat mouth
If right hand is visible, large signet ring
Single necklace with a circular pewter pendant
One hanging earring in her left ear
Scoring System:
1 point for hair
1 point for eyes
1 point for scars
1 point for glasses
2 points for clothes
1 point for wheelchair/cane (if relevant)
I don't think skin color or nose or mouth will need points
2-3 points for jewelry
I'll say whether they got the points, and what the final percentage is
✨Character 1✨
Full Name: Michael "Mickey" Johannes van Rothfort V
Genre I'd write him in: Romcom
Age: 16
Birthday: May 24th
Height: 6 foot/183 cm
Occupation: Student/Works over the summers at a mom and pop ice cream shop
Parents: Ada Sophia van Rothfort and Michael Johannes van Rothfort IV
Siblings: Ada Christina (13) and Corrie Rose (9)
Heritage: Dutch
Likes: The beach, coding, Lacrosse, video games
Dislikes: Winter, school minus math/comp sci, laundry
Strengths: Caring, a good leader
Weaknesses: A bit arrogant, Doesn't really take things seriously
Hint of the character's story: Mickey grew up with his family in a typical Midwest suburb, with the typical public school life. By the time he hit high school he's a fairly good lacrosse player with a promising future and fairly securely in the popular kids crowd. Spending time with the choir kids is the last thing he expects to do, but when his mom decides that her kids should have a "more well-rounded education really Mickey" he ends up signed up for choir for the next school year. Because choir can't be a one semester class great.
As it feels like I haven't really been inspired much recently I'm going to resort to desperate measures- as I can't draw worth a cent I'm going on picrew.com and finding random character generators and making random characters with what I think is interesting from that generator and then making up a backstory!
Please also send me picrews you like or pictures you've made/drawn/whatever and I'll make a character about them too!
Circe: You must be a liar, mortals can’t acquire moly without dire consequence
Hermes, hiding behind a curtain: *giggles*
Odysseus: Then I must be a god like you, ‘cause I got this root from the ground with my bare hands
Hermes: *gasps*
Circe: Hermes gave it to you didn’t he
Hermes: What? No way! How dare he! That’s cheating
The ghost o’ choices past lives by the sea,
In a little gray house smelling of salt air and tea.
With a little gray cat named “Decisions regretted”,
And a little black dog oft called “Indebted”.
Her tea of choice smells of grandma’s soap and sweet tears,
While she sits on her porch step watching the years.
The shore is called Sentiment, by the Ocean of Memory,
Fished for soft moments by boats made of reverie.
Faded are the faces that hang on her wall,
That walk through her kitchen and answer her call.
They speak all alike and garbled sometimes,
Whispering in oracles, riddles, and rhymes.
Spirit of options present resides besides a city square,
Inside a lofty penthouse over people rushing everywhere.
Red lights frame his face and echoed sirens haunt his steps
As he steps inside the graveyard to pay his respects.
Bright lines and lists are color coded: yellow, red, and green,
Yet despite every color his eyes are never quite seen.
The shadows make him ominous, the lights make him a fear
Yet often people seem to find in him some sort of mirror.
Final and uncertain wisp of chances future is nowhere to be found
Yet in lonely little crevices her bell-like sounds seem to resound.
Always round the turning and hidden in the cracks,
Only seen out eye-corners she says solely “Perhaps”.
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Too lazy to transcribe so get a picture of my computer screen!
The first poem of the season!
You were banished for the stupidest reason. Even your worst enemies agree that your banishment was unjust.
It was an ancient law that everyone had forgotten about until I accidentally broke it. In my experimentations searching for a cure for the disease killing my sister, I mistakenly happened across a rune sequence that could bend time to the writer's will.
I would have destroyed it if I had known the damage it would cause-but before I could even comprehend what I had etched in my notebook, I was stripped of my power and cast from the academy.
None of my colleagues, none of my rivals, no person alive would have begrudged my going where I had gone, as they all acknowledged I would not have intentionally used a rune sequence for intentional evil. But the ancient laws cannot be crossed, and forever I shall roam alone without my chiefest weapon.
And over the years as I wander forever banished not only from life in the academy but death outside of it, I hear whispers. And sorrowful being as I am they cannot help but bring me joy, for added to the studies of those in the academy is memorization of the ancient laws and engraving of them into students' very bones.
None other shall end like me, roaming the barren world deathless and lifeless, a being only to be pitied, a scholar no longer.
The flowers died on Monday.
Tuesday, it was my dog,
I took up the hobby of gardening,
So they could live on once more.
The flowers died on Monday. A final, irrevocable sign of how life had changed. The scientists on the radio warned all the more delicate plants my mother loved would be dying out first, and here they were telling something true for once.
I didn't tell mama, only sitting silently by the rock out back that marked the hole I had dug two horrible years ago, unable to tell her that her lilies had died months early and would never come back.
I told my mama everything else, but I couldn't tell her this. This was too final, too real, too jarring. I saved some lily seeds though- maybe someday if the scientists were true again they could reverse the poison in the soil and some child of mine would plant the flowers over mama's grave again.
When the big evil scary monster pauses and starts to observe you out of curiosity, gently grabbing your chin and turning it side to side to look at you. Soon moving down to your hands to observe how small they are against its own.
The big black smudge blotting out the sky around me bent closer and closer and closer. If it had had eyes, I fancy they'd have been right in front of mine.
I squeezed my eyes shut at that point, certain that I was about to be consumed by some storybook rot or even gorily bitten into as the monster's snack. I opened them again when my hand was brushed whisper soft and then the rest of me could feel vaguely surrounded softly by something.
I was asked to describe the feeling later by scientists and investigators hunting for some reasoning that would cause the smudge to disappear, but I could never describe it to their satisfaction. They didn't want to hear about the soft reminder of a mother's hug around my arms, the brush of a lover's kiss against my lips, the laughter of a child's breath against my skin. They wanted something horrifying, something dark, something to them that would justify the emotions that they felt seeing the smudge from afar.
But what does it matter when the so called horror is gone? Or so they eventually said while shrugging and turning back to their labs and research and high and mighty doings.
Of a night I still dream of it, the mother's hug, the lover's kiss, the child's breath of laughter. And I see the smudge in the corner of my vision, reminding me that those I love are never truly lost.
What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?
I never would've thought that the door that lead me in-between worlds would lead me to this. Every time I step between, moving from one to another looking, looking, looking for the one I first came from, the magic entered me and then piece by piece I re-formed.
When I was first hunting, before I had realized I may never see the home of my youth, on the fifth planet I visited, an old witch woman warned me to move through the door was to make a trade that I would regret.
Foolish as I am, I continued. Foolish, as the first strange pangs and spots continued and I brushed them off. Foolish, as I did not find a place to rest but kept on my feet.
And eventually I will fade but still keeping moving, traveling through the door until I am but a whisper between one world and the next, to whisper beware, beware to any who might step through the door after me.
