mermaid au again bc i love it and it seems like you guys like it too! the beautiful designs are made by the lovely @more-like-bl-on-ice!! thank you for letting me draw them, they’re just so wonderful <3 please go check out their art guys!!! :D
So um,,,,,,,,Toffee. Ya know that big “photo” I have of him at my desk and everyone laughed and thought it was funny? Eheheh…I made it as my memorial shrine,,,, sorry,,,,
These were all doodles I did on my first week of Star while everyone was working out the final beats of how the Toffee episode would go. So while most of these are jokes (to cope with my pain) a couple of these drawings were working off of previous drafts or ideas being thrown around with how a battle with Toffee would go! So none of this is canon guys…except for the last pic
There are initially four different ways to use the Bestow Curse spell in D&D 5e. Those are as follows:
Disadvantage on ability checks and saves for one ability score
Disadvantage on attacks against you
WIS save or do nothing during a given round
+1d8 necrotic damage when you damage them
The spell normally lasts for a minute, but if cast with a 9th level slot, it lasts until dispelled, which is worth noting because the best curses last until dispelled. if cast with a 4th level slot, it lasts for 10 minutes. A 5th level slot is 8 hours. A 7th level slot is 24 hours. These all have their uses for creative players, but the best part of the spell by far is the encouragement to invent your own curses, which many players and DMs have taken as a challenge for their own creativity. So while it is certainly not new, it’s my turn to take a crack at it!
* - A curse marked with an asterisk is a 9th-level only curse due to its powerful detriment or long-lasting nature. But who is to stop you from enchanting an innocuous item with such a curse?
Hair Growth/Loss: You are cursed to grow hair at a rapid rate for the duration of the curse or else lose all of your hair (it grows back after the curse ends).
Mute/Deaf/Blind: You are rendered either mute, deaf, or blind for the duration of the curse.
Forbidden Speech: You are cursed to never speak about a certain subject, topic, or word for the duration of the curse.
*Rapid Aging/Deaging: You are cursed to either age by one year each day, or to grow one year younger each day. After you reach your final day, you die.
*Phylactery: Your fate becomes tied to a creature or object. If the creature or object is slain/destroyed, you die as well.
Ugliness: You are cursed with horrible deformity for the duration of the curse. You have -5 on Persuasion checks and Deception checks for the duration and are easily noticed and shunned by most humanoids of any race.
image source: Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn
Possessed Limb: One of your limbs (usually an arm) acts on its own for the duration of the curse, usually attempting to harm its host, harm others, or sow chaos.
Petrified Limb: One of your limbs becomes petrified and is unable to be used for the duration of the curse. It could turn into any solid mineral like stone, iron, glass, salt, or gold. Any damage it takes is retained once the curse is lifted.
Funny Looking: For the duration of the curse, anyone who you attempt to communicate with bursts into uncontrollable laughter. This does not prevent hostile creatures from attacking you, but prevents them from speaking.
Lichsight: For the duration of the curse, you can see the spirits of the dead. Whether real or illusory, you cannot communicate with them and you must make a WIS saving throw each round or become frightened and run in a random direction or cower in place (50%/50%).
Butterfingers: Each round while the curse is active, you must make a DEX saving throw. On a failed save, you drop whatever you are holding and cannot pick up or hold anything for the rest of the round.
Forgetful: You have a tendency to forget things. During the curse, whenever new information is revealed to your character, you have a 50% chance to not be able to remember it, even after the curse has ended.
*Lady of Shalott: You are doomed to die if you ever lay eyes directly upon another being, and must therefore look at the world through a mirror and avoid direct sight of others. The difficulty of maneuvering a hand mirror or the necessity to close your eyes effectively makes you blinded while in combat, imposing disadvantage on attack rolls.
Stingy: During the curse, you must make a WIS saving throw whenever you intend to part with money. On a failed save, you opt not to spend your money on it. You cannot make another such save for the same purchase, even from a different seller.
Empty Coinpurse: You are compelled to buy things until all of your wealth has disappeared. You will even go so far as to barter your own goods once out of money. Whenever you find something for sale, you must make a WIS saving throw. On a failed save, you will do anything you can to attempt to purchase it or trade for it. Only if the seller refuses three times will you give up.
*Baleful Polymorph: You are transformed into a small creature or tiny animated object for the duration of the curse. You retain the ability to speak using a disembodied voice emanating from the creature or object, usually paired with animation like a moving mouth (if a creature) or a mouth-shaped part (if an object; like a book opening and closing its covers and such). You can move with a move speed of 10 ft. per round if an object.
image source: Star vs. the Forces of Evil
Talking Tumor: You grow a tumor-like second head that can speak that embarrasses, berates, or otherwise annoys and inconveniences you. It has +6 for Persuasion, Deception, and Intimidation checks, helping it be a complete jerk.
Evil Aura: Plants within 15 ft. of you wilt and turn brown or gray and animals within 60 ft. feel afraid or threatened by you for the duration of the curse.
Bad Taste: Eating food or drinking water causes you to become poisoned for 1d6 hours, or for the duration of the curse.
Bad Luck: Whenever you have advantage for the duration of the curse, you instead have disadvantage.
*Prophecy: You become destined to die under certain circumstances. Whenever it is possible for those circumstances to be met, you must make a relevant saving throw (falling boulder? DEX save. Poisoned apple? CON save. etc.) or begin dying. The victim cannot be threatened by the curse more than once every 2d4 hours. The curse will take increasingly convoluted measures to try and make the prophecy come true the longer the curse lasts.
*Guardian: The victim is polymorphed into a hostile creature of CR 6 or less. The victim is given some sort of command like guarding a location or spreading suffering, and will continue to do so until the curse is lifted or they are slain. They revert to their regular form if they are slain. The victim cannot communicate and is hostile to all creatures. The creature becomes immune to the charmed condition.
image source: Sleeping Beauty by Henry Meynell Rheam
Slumber: You fall into a deep slumber and cannot be awoken until the curse is lifted.
Eternal Rest: If slain while under the curse, you cannot be resurrected by any means even after the curse fades.
Phantasm: You believe that you have been polymorphed into a small creature (like a toad or chicken) and act as such for the duration of the curse.
Unquenchable Thirst/Hunger: You feel eternally hungry and thirsty. You must make a WIS saving throw whenever you encounter food or drink, no matter how dangerous or questionable it might be (swamp water, obviously poisoned food, moldy bread, etc.). On a failed save, you consume it.
*Obedience: Whenever someone you can understand issues a verbal command to you while you are cursed, you are compelled to obey. You may attempt a WIS saving throw to resist a given command for one minute.
Hold your tongue! (Ella Enchanted)
Magical Immunity: You become immune to nonharmful spells for the duration of the curse. Spells cast by enemies or damaging spells still affect you, but healing spells and buffs do not.
Unhealing Wound: A wound you have will never heal. Your maximum hit points are reduced by 2d4+the caster’s spellcasting modifier. This curse cannot reduce a creature’s health to 0 in this way.
*Wandering: While under the effects of the curse, you are compelled to wander. Each day at dawn, you must leave and never return to the same city/town or 2.5 mile radius (if in the wilderness).
*Deadly Descendants: All of your descendants are cursed to kill their birth parents, whether intentionally or not.
*Lonliness: You are cursed to die alone. Anyone you become romantically close to or close friends eventually leaves or dies or meets a horrible fate.
*Gargoyle: You are petrified during the daytime and return to normal at night for the duration of the curse.
Voyager: You cannot set foot on dry land for the duration of the curse, taking 1d6 psychic damage each round that you do.
Yes, there’s always a Wish spell or a Remove Curse spell, but I often believe that if any cleric can remove a curse it undercuts the drama of the punishing spell. Instead, use an alternative way to remove the curse. Most of it depends on how the curse was placed and the reasoning behind it. For instance, if you refuse to give a gypsy shelter from the cold in your luxurious castle, you might get transformed into a beast until someone falls in love with you. Here are some ways that one could feasibly break a curse (if the situation allows).
Give back an item that was stolen from the caster
Complete a quest or mission for the caster
Kill the caster
Pass the curse onto someone else (through some deliberate means like a handshake or kiss or losing a wager)
Seek out a powerful extraplanar being
Seek out special magical ingredients for a cure
Find a loophole in the wording of the curse (either through tricky wording or by finding a liminal loophole. “No man of woman born” could exclude a man born by C-section. “Neither day nor night” could exclude twilight)
Change your alignment (an evil or chaotic character learns to be good or lawful.)
Change your ideal or traits after learning some sort of lesson
Overcome one of your flaws.
Let the curse run its course instead of fighting it.
Find true love/True love’s kiss etc.
Prove your worth to the caster
Atone for past sins
Selflessly risk your life for someone else
Convert a creature to worshiping the caster’s deity
Avenge the caster
image source: Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (1991)
Feel free to use this list and add to it your own ideas for curses! There are so many possibilities that it’s never out of the question to find a new curse that uses arbitrary magical rules to drive the plot of a story. I guess that makes curses the sitcoms of the fantasy world.
Based on what each person ate from the snacks given to them, the team were decided: Namjin, Sope and maknae line were matches decided by heaven
Taekook fighting because V kept making jokes but at the end, they did what Tae proposed: saying Bon Voyage one by one without breaking the chain
Bts playing hid and seek to decide each team pocket money: They caught Namjoon only after 10 min and Taehyung kept finding Jimin instead of the opponent team … it was a mess.
Jin and Rapmon get handed 100$ (1st place), The holy trinity won 70$ (2nd place) and Jhope and Suga 50$ (3rd place)
The members are asked to not spend their personal money and only what they were given to buy both food and souvenirs. However, before that they all went swimming:
They get in a boat and for 1 minute they all screamed “WOAH” and “WOW” every time a fish jumped from the sea
Jin English time while blowing kisses to the captain
Jimin dropping his towel in the water and Jungkook proposing to go in but a swimmer go in first (Jungkook also screamed “JIMIN SHIII” when he heard he dropped his belonging in water)
The members decide to dive in, Jimin go in first followed by Jin, rapmon, Jungkook, Suga, Taehyung and Jhope who was super scared (duh) goes in last in the cutest way possible while holding his nose
The members are given a shell and only Jimin is able to make the sound come out
BTS go snorkeling next: it was just so beautiful: They were like mermen in water. They even posed under the sea. Jhope was the only one who had some difficulties to dive, but he quickly figured it out
It is time to divide into teams:
Everyone kept saying Aloha to a anyone and everyone
Maknae line visited souvenir stores, played games, and made bets all the time. They went to the beach (JK got hit by a wave and ended up drenched knowing that he was standing next to Vmin). They ended up buying pens because all three of them will use them for either writing or drawing.
Namjin had more deep conversations and they were basically like some elderly couple that lived a happy marriage or some very close friends that were together since childhood, their synergy is no joke: The cutest was when Jin was helping Namjoon to blend the sunscreen on his face. While on the beach they made stacked stones (7 of them each) and prayed for the well-being of BTS. They ate dinner and when it was time for desert they watched the sunset and made poems. Jin also spoke about how he changed after the Fire era and that making people happy makes him happy too
Sope have different personalities and that’s why they complimented each other so well: They had matching Henna tattoos: they got turtles with a peace sign even if Suga wanted them to get hearts? Jhope spoke about his worries concerning his mixtape and wished for it to do well.
The members gathered at the end of the day, sang together while having a drink and showed what each team bought.
I don’t understand why everybody feels the need to torment and harass shippers, creators, and people who just want to enjoy the show because they dissatisfied with some aspect. Creators make shows for everyone not just for you. You should respect and praise creators who take so many hours out of their days to provide us with beautiful content instead of nitpicking and writing angry comments while hiding behind the internet. These people just wanted to make something that people could enjoy. Not so that your OTP can get together.
Hi I've been scrolling for 28 years and I still can't find what everyone is talking about. Bangladesh? What happened I was off Tumblr today. Help Obi-Wan your my only hope
your bangladesh thing in there is cracking me up, i’m sorry. i’m guessing that was autocorreect lolll anyway, i wasn’t really on today either, but i did see louis made some comments on a kappa IG post earlier (i think it was kappa?) and that’s all i knew of other than some social media posts by niall and liam, but then….
and everyone was like what the fuck. and then…
so then we were like, a: DO YOU SEE THE SCREENNAME HE REPLIED TO??? and b: okay what kind of industry shit, why is this being taken to twitter, what’s gonna go down, lemme get my popcorn popped so i’m ready to watch, yeah? and then…
OKAY I’VE GOT MY BOXING GLOVES WHO WE GOING AFTER? and then he liked this tweet…
which, yeah, i’m still riled! tell me where i’ve gotta go! but then he did a 180 and…
really? liam gallagher? what the fuck? AND THEN
HE PUT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SNIPPET OF A SONG THAT IS EXACTLY MY STYLE OF MUSIC AND HIS GORGEOUS VOICE WHILE IN THE CAR ON HIS IG STORIES AND NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE FEELING OR WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SO I’M JUST KINDA LIKE
and SINCE I’VE BEEN TYPING IT WE’VE ALSO GOT THIS NOW FUCKING TROLL
the lyrics are “I WENT TO AMSTERDAM WITHOUT YOU AND ALL I COULD DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU” BTW AND WHO DID HE GO TO AMSTERDAM WITH LAST MONTH? HOW WEIRD.
anyway. that’s what you’ve missed on glee. so far. fucker.
I know I’ve mentioned that I’m working on a project over the last couple weeks, (and that’s part the reason why I whipped up those icons for Dre, Sanzu & PT- so posting here won’t get quiet while I’m busy!) and this is it!
📖 StaringBack’s story Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mineis ✨SO ENTHRALLING✨ ( She just added chapter 23 today!! *SCREEE* ) and when I came across it for the first time, her characters and way of storytelling performed a violent B&E on my mind, taking that and my heart hostage.
Well I succumbed to my captor and begged Star to let me turn this beauty of a story into a beastly graphic novel and, to my hysterical surprise, she agreed!! 😖💕 ( Not to mention, she’s been so graciously lending her time to answer my many questions and requests for opinions an’ such! )
If ya haven’t given SB’s story a read yet,PLEASE DO! Let her writing skills wash around your skull and tickle every flavor of your brain. She’s phenomenally supportive, loves her fans & followers and deserves the serious attention she’s worked for.
My friend Mario (IG: @masprine) started this nice little tag and created the manifesto below after several events that happened the last week of plain ol’ Mexican fetishization. We’re kinda tired of your shit, buddies.
My dear foreign friends and brothers. I know Mexican culture is a beautiful one, and I know that the appeal of living it in your own flesh is even greater. Nonetheless, after these past years of travels, fake news, alt facts and Trumpism, I’ve seen so many expressions of bigotry and racism towards me and my brothers from people I never expected, that I just had to create this post.
While you’re allowed to enjoy Mexican culture and the greatness it has to offer, always remember you’re a guest in this bandwagon, always remember that Mexico is a country deprived of greatness by the inequity of our politicians, and the benefiting of interests that don’t reflect our own.
- Please stop opening shops and bars that are Mexican themed, stop profiting from our culture while you won’t lift a finger towards immigration issues.
- Stop moving away from your countries because Trump or Brexit won, I appreciate the sentiment, but not many Mexicans had the choice of living in another country after EPN won the elections. Realize the privilege you have.
- Stop posing in sombreros in your travel photos with fake moustaches while screaming AYAYAY… It’s absurd, annoying and quite disrespectful
- Stop asking white Mexicans why are they white if they’re Mexican, stop asking mexicans why they speak english, or comment on their height and physical appearance as to praise their lack of brownness or latinx features.
- Stop hashtagging the whole CINCODEDRINKO bullshit while sipping on drinks NO ONE DRINKS here… Stop celebrating what we don’t
The privilege y'all have is way different than the one of ANY of my nationals who are trying to seek a better life in your countries, they aren’t being heard, they’re abused, they’re fetishized, they’re being appropriated and displaced by gentrification. So use that privilege to positively affect the lives of many, who actually need it. Stop supporting white owned mexican themed places who segregate latinxs, stop eating at that fancy mexican restaurant who’s owned by no mexican and treats it’s mexican employees like shit.
Support immigrants, be kind to their struggle, and help them achieve a better life.
niallhoran: Don’t even know where to start with this. Last night was simply one of the best nights I’ve had in my career. I️ had the chance to be a part of one of the biggest nights in Music . The people of the country music are the most beautiful , welcoming , unified , kind and talented bunch You’ll ever meet and I️ thank them for that . Thank you to the loveliest girl in Music , @marenmorris .Having your voice on a song I️ wrote is a real privilege but , to share the CMA stage with you and have so much fun while doing so ,is a different level. I️ can’t wait to share the stage with you many more times on tour next year .
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 4.3k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook
screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his
puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.
Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest
sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”
“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.
“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook,
especially in this family.”
“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if
he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”
At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration
– he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but
Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great
anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself
hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own
mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them.
He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted
machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.
Even from a distance, the villa looked enormous. Shouyou could see it perched on the hill from the time he set out from the temple, gleaming white under the sun during the day, and lit up by fires shining within its walls when he stopped at an inn for the night.
He had always seen it, of course, from the time he’d been small, allowed to play outside the temple in the dirt with the other children. The Centurion’s Villa, the owner of the land they lived on. For that privilege, they were taxed, though not an unfair amount. Every month, the temple sent an acolyte to deliver the payment to the villa, as a sign of respect to the one who lived there.
For years, one of the priests had been the one to make the trip, but he had twisted his ankle two nights previous. In his stead, the elders had selected Shouyou to go, because he was young and had enough energy for the trek.
They were concerned about his manners and how he would present himself to the villa on the hill, but after much lecturing, he was sent off, to fulfill their obligation and return. It had taken him nearly two days to reach the villa, but on the eve of the second, he’d finally arrived, as the sky grew dusky and purple.
Gajeel, Levy and Lily from Chapter 544! They are finally reunited (this time for good, hehe)!!! ^^ Gajeel’s smile while he’s looking at Levy is amazing! Levy is so relieved and happy! And Lily is so happy, too! Just look at his precious eyes! The three of them share such a beautiful hug, filled with joy and relief! Jet and Droy are also extremely cheerful, which once again shows how much their relationship with Gajeel has developed over time! The last panel with all of them in it is amazing!
They say the Fair Folk give journalism majors a lot of grief.
Truths exposed in writing, forms cemented in photographs, stories stripped of flowery prose in favor of concise words. The Fair Folk generally looked down on journalism itself with disdain.
Which made one wonder who would choose to pursue this particular academic career at Elsewhere University.
Some reporters argue learning among the harshest critics on Earth would leave them more than prepared for life beyond the University. Some photographers believe this is the only place on earth to capture something truly extraordinary. Some designers heard even the programs here behave differently, and the words and photos laid out on a screen became something more on paper. Some simply hadn’t known any better.
Bernadette hadn’t known any better.
Elsewhere was affordable, the journalism program seemed decent enough. She liked writing, but did not enjoy chasing victims of the Fair Folk people down for interviews. She liked photography, but knew her writing skills were stronger. So she fell in an unlikely place, a copy editor for the student newspaper. Well, one of. There were many papers, and she’d nearly joined the most prominent one. But the students who worked for it all shared the same bright green eyes, and the rest of the University seemed to avoid that paper like the plague.
Still, she needed experience to graduate in this field, right? Maybe they got a group discount on colored contacts, who knows. People in college are weird like that.
An upperclassman had saved her from venturing too close to THAT paper. He realized she had no salt, no iron, no idea what she had enrolled into. But, like finding her niche, she adapted. Survived her first year without tragedy. (The same could not be said for Sherry from across the hall. One of the Fair Folk had complimented her eyes, and asked if she could have them. Sherry, who hadn’t known any better, jokingly said sure. It’s been months since anyone’s seen Sherry.)
For the most part, the Fair Folk did not venture close to the newsroom. The room itself had been smartly moved the moment time began to behave differently. It was now just a cramped, previously vacant classroom, but with lots of windows. Access to the outside world seemed to weaken the chance of a space being manipulated by time.
Or maybe that was a comforting lie.
It was a lazy Saturday, salt lines had been neglected and Bernadette was alone when one of the Fair Folk waltzed inside. Silver nitrate burns on her hands betrayed him immediately. His hair was was a dark, voracious black that seemed to leach color from the world around it. His razor-sharp smile held too many teeth. His skin seemed almost translucent.
“What are you working on?”
A voice that seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere. Bernadette hadn’t given him more than a cursory glance before returning to the story on the screen. If she was afraid, she didn’t show it.
“Editing a story.”
“Chopping up pretty words in favor of boring ones?”
She smirked, adding punctuation to a sentence.
“I like to think of it as finding the best words. No sense in having a bunch of empty, meandering words when you can sum them up with one. For instance, I hate the word ‘very.’ It tells me there’s a better word, but the author hasn’t thought of it.”
The boy hummed at this, an unnerving sound, mulling it over.
“So what if I told you I find this veryboring?”
“I’d say I’m sorry you find it dull.”
His head tilted with mild interest. It then turned to sniff at her messenger bag, disgust showing at his inability to open it. She had always been particularly careful about her sigils and rowan. Bernadette hadn’t missed this display, tugging the bag out of arm’s reach before slipping a hand inside. Wordlessly, the boy was handed two sealed pads of butter. It was always good to have butter or cream on hand, in case you were taken. Some Fae found stealing humans more fun than actually keeping them and, in such a case, freedom could be easily bought.
The boy grinned, ripping off the seals and lapping it up like a ravenous dog, teeth razor sharp and dripping. All the while, Bernadette kept editing the story. When every last molecule of butter was gone, he tossed the packs over his shoulder, turning full attention back to her.
“What if I said I’m very tired?”
The boy threw his head back and laughed, sounding like a chorus of the damned, far too many sharpened teeth glinting in the afternoon sun.
“Perhaps this isn’t so dull. What’s your name?”
“Timmy,” Bernadette answered without skipping a beat. His grin widened.
“No, it’s not. I bet Timmy is that reporter you don’t like. You’d be very mean to give me his name.”
She grinned in return, not at all fazed he knew there was someone here she loathed. The Fair Folk always knew something about something.
“I can be devious sometimes.”
He laughed even harder, the room seeming to shake with the thunderous sound.
“What did Timmy do?”
“He’s a narcissist and a douchebag. Timmy encouraged one of our first-year photographers to capture Genevieve on camera for his story, and we haven’t seen the photographer since.”
The boy whistled, every gap of razor teeth producing a different tone. Her days of playing clarinet had long since passed, but she could have sworn every tone was sharp.
“Genevieve does not like cameras. But she loves names. Perhaps a trade…”
Four days later, Timmy vanished, and Bernadette opened her dorm room to find the photographer on her futon, paper white and shoveling ramen noodles like he hadn't eaten for week. Knowing how obscure time can be in Elsewhere, it definitely could have been a week. His hair now turns green on Tuesdays and bank holidays, but he’s otherwise no worse for wear. And his hands are always burned. Always.
Every once in a while, when the salt lines are neglected, the boy with many voices returns. He has new phrases for her to deconstruct every time.