Can we talk about these two images! Hand offerings.
So in the recent Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler Chapter, there was an interesting image of both Doll and O!Ciel holding out their hands to Snake.
What's interesting to me is the choice of hands being held out and why they're important.
In the image, because of the way we're looking at it it seems like Ciel is offering his left hand and Doll her right.
The Right hand meaning = a place of honor and status, the favored hand of god, as well as the rational, conscious and logical, as well as aggressive and anxious, and connected to the idea of benevolent white magic.
The Left hand meaning = the hand of judgement, weakness, decay, death. Connected to intuition and also dark magic.
Thus one would think, oh it's implying that taking Ciel's hand means he was shaking the wrong hand.
But this would be WRONG!
We're looking at it from Snake's POV. So in reality...
Ciel is holding out his RIGHT HAND, while Doll is holding out the LEFT HAND.
We see this again with Doll in another shot from Chapter 208 a bit later in Snake's memory.
In both cases Doll is holding out the left hand to Snake, indicating that the offering is a less then ideal one. As we see, Snake witnesses them taking the kids, but he doesn't say a thing or question it, and it's the same later on during the Circus arc.
O!Ciel on the other hand gave him his right hand, showing trust and that he was being honest even though he was lying. What he told Snake was what he wanted to do, let them go, let the Circus people leave, because in the end even he knew they were victims. He could have easily had Sebastian kill them all there at the circus.
But he didn't, his goal was Kelvin. So he gave Snake a story to give him hope (as he said "say a lie enough and it becomes real (or the truth)").
It's interesting to note that even though the circus crew was friendly with Snake, getting him a costume, and other things, we've seen that he still was an outsider. He was kept in his own tent, away from the others. He was still being put on display, even though it was in a circus, it's still being put on display.
OCiel and the servants on the other hand, made him part of their group. He went with them, they all road in the same cart. On the Campania Ciel even told him he doesn't care what others think of who he associates with.
We also see in the naming of Snake by Joker that it's so very different than Ciel giving Finny his name.
For Snake, Joker just calls him what he looks like. Dagger even asks why, and Joker says he's bad at naming. Jumbo gives better consideration to naming the snakes than Joker did in naming Snake.
O!Ciel on the other hand takes the time to consider a name for Finny, and gives him not only the name of his favorite hero, from his favorite book, one that holds a lot of significance to him both now and in the past, but (if you hold to the theory that O!Ciel's real name is Finnian) then he's giving Finny his NAME. He's sharing a huge part of himself with Finny.
(You can also point out that Ciel doesn't call Mey-Rin Owl, he only calls her by her real name, showing that he respects her as her own individual person.)
To me that image, I think, is showing readers that there's more connections and a deeper bond with O!Ciel and the Phantomhive Servants, with Snake than he had with the circus, even though he thinks there is a strong bond there.
Unpopular opinion maybe: I dislike the headcanon that the clones speak mandoa or have any connection to mandalorian culture. Never mind the fact that saying Jango Fett is a mandalorian is a controversial statement, I feel like it really cheapens the clones stories. I’ve just been looking through Star Wars slang on wookiepedia and the clones have so many slang words they made for themselves that are specific to the experience of being a clone. I understand WHY people have that headcanon, the creation of clones was unethical and it’s tragic that they never had their own place in the galaxy outside of being soldiers but like… that’s the point I feel. That tragedy of being a clone is so integral to their characters and it influences every part of their lives and the decisions that they make. They don’t need mandalorian culture because they are all brothers! They’re a family and they built their own culture together! Let them have the culture they made for themselves instead of giving them a different one they have almost no connection to.
tumblr will always be a better website than twitter because you can only retweet a tweet once, whereas on this website if i really like a post i can make my followers scroll past it twelve times in a row
Hey guys, I have risen from the dead again. Guess why??? Because I finished my college stuff andddddd....
I got rejected lmao. This week has been terrible and I cried for a whole day so I don’t think I’m going to be finishing any requests in my inbox for like...a long time.
pre canon au where zane keeps having prophetic dreams abt the other ninja so he takes it upon himself to go on a quest and track them all down before wu even gets a chance to
-this has been in my drafts since last year wow
-Oikawa Tooru imagine
Okay, but imagine this:
You're having a bad day because you haven t been taking care of yourself. Volleyball was your second love, the one right after you met your best friend and (now) boyfriend Tooru.
At some point, you took it too far despite having having much homework and other responsibilities outside of volleyball. After practice you meet up with Tooru and he knows just by the look on your face that you're unwell.
"(Y/n)?" His voice is sweet and soft, that childish tone he always had gone with the wind. "What's wrong?" You're about to answer him, and you really didn't plan to lie that you were fine when you weren't. But at the last second, the world starts to spin and you find your knees wobbling.
Tooru's worried face tilts as you stumble. You're so tired that you don't even have the energy to cry out. Tooru catches you into his chest, pulling you close as he lifts you off the ground, gym bag and all.
You blame it on your stupid perfectionism. Your stupid ambitions. Your want to be a step further than the people who always leave you in the dust. It always seems that no matter what you do, you're behind. Forgotten.
But not with Tooru. Never with Tooru.
"You might be dehydrated," he seriously begins. "You had a good lunch today, and we both had the same thing for breakfast." When he sets you down on a bench, he opens his water bottle and places it to your lips. Despite the calm expression he's overtaken, you sense he's panicking underneath that.
Tooru wanted to be strong for you. There was no time to be acting like a little kid when you could be seriously injured, or worse.
That thought sends him spiraling. He whips out his phone and hurriedly scrolls through his contacts for Hajime's. When the line beeps and Hajime picks up, Tooru lowers your head on his lap. He digs a hand through your locks, gently running his long fingers through them.
"Iwa-chan?!" he cries into the phone. "Yeah, I know I just saw you leave--no, that's not--shut up--it's (Y/n)! She's not feeling well and--okay, yeah. I'm by the entrance on the bench under the Sakura tree. Thanks."
Tooru hangs up rather hastily and places a hand to your forehead. "(Y/n), have you been stressed out lately?" he inquires. "I know you do other clubs besides volleyball, and on top of that, you have advanced classes." A dramatic gasp suddenly escapes his lips and he doesn't take a second longer to pull you back to his chest into a loving embrace.
"T-Tooru..."
"Don't do this to yourself." He mutters into your hair. "I don't...I don't want you to end up like me." The weight in his voice hurts. It makes your chest heavy and the pain in your head subside into a cold, icy front. You stare up at him into those warm, concerned eyes of his. A simple 'I'm sorry' sits on your tongue. You can't muster the courage to say it when sorry wouldn't take that pained look off his face.
Tooru plants a caring kiss to your forehead, as if he were afraid you'd shatter under his touch. You link hands with his, giving it a shaky squeeze. "I'll agree if you do the same," you murmur. "No overworking yourself either. Else we'll both end up like this."
A small, unamused cross between a chuckle and a sigh escapes Tooru's lips. He only brings you further still, cupping your pale cheeks in his. He traces a thin, smooth finger across your face. "We're just so alike, aren't we Princess?"
"I don't know if that's a good thing." Whether your weak comeback was funny or not didn't matter. You both sit there in each other's embrace, chuckling and laughing to the best of your ability. When Hajime pulls up by the gates with his mum's car, Tooru scoops you into his arms bridal style and marches down the lane.
"We'll have to work on your sleep schedule." he notes. "You need your beauty sleep as much as I do. It's good for your hair and your skin, you know."
"Only because of you I do." You rest your head against his chest with a low sigh. "I'm sorry for scaring you Tooru. I'm alright, promise. I just...I guess I'm tired. And stressed out."
Tooru understands. He understands and he knows because he's been there from day one. If there was one thing you both shared, it was your undying dedication to your individual ambitions.
"You don't feel good enough." The words left his mouth before he could give it a second thought. "You're constantly looking at someone else's back, and because of that, you're scared to be left behind." He glances down at you and all you can do is bury your face in his chest.
He's warm. Comforting.
You don't even care about the sweat because you're just as sweaty as him. There was no one else in the universe who could make you feel so safe.
A small nod is all you muster. Tooru's expression softens and he kisses your head again. "Well, my Princess is amazing," --the bright tone returns to his voice-- "and if she can't realise that, then I'll show her. Somehow. She's strong, and no matter how many times she falls, she gets back up again. That's why I love her."
He pauses in front of Hajime's car to meet your eyes.
"That's why I love you. I don't care what you think because you're good enough and always will be. Why? Because you're (Y/F/N), my Princess."
Tears blur your vision and burn at the edges of your eyes. You sink into Tooru's touch as he opens the door and cradles you close to him in the backseat. Hajime doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to when he knows you've got each other.
The car starts. A soft song falls from the radio, a quiet calm that drowns out your sniffles. When the chorus comes on, Tooru's eyes burn. It's his turn to bury his head into you, because now, it's time for the tears to fall for him too.
It's then that Hajime decides to speak up. "Geez, what is this?" he grumbles. "A funeral?" There's a pause as he heaves a long breath. "We're going to my house, got it? I'll make dinner, but next week, we're having movie night at Shittykawa's. Deal?"
You and Tooru sniffle and wipe away each others' tears. It's cheesy and stupid, but it makes you feel a little better to know you aren't alone in your sob-fest.
You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you yourself keep it. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.
Real quick when Hunter’s disciplining his babies Wrecker is quick to usurp his authority and absolutely protests.😂
Like Papa Hunter is trying to teach his baby girl a very important lesson in his gentle but Sergeant-like way and Uncle Wrecker is right there all flabbergasted and hurt because look at her Hunter she’s so crestfallen and it just breaks his heart!! He’s sitting there on pins and needles listening to Hunter gently chide his baby and trying so hard not to say anything and just aching to console her and the minute Hunter leaves the room Uncle Wrecker is scooping up his little niece and sniffling alongside her crying, “He did you wrong!” XD
Can I get a oneshot of the reader taking care of the kid ninja during child's play
-i died
-but then i lived
-so i am very sorry for being late
-but since this is still in my ask box i will deliver
-sorry i am so late omg
-this is going to be a bit goofy since they're all children
(Y/n)'s Daycare For Troubled Kids: Reader x Platonic! Children! Ninja
This had to be both the best and worst day of your life. Scratch that--probably the latter. With four tiny children half your size sprinting through the streets at the speed of mere fifth graders, you had to keep your eyes peeled.
Especially for the giant trunk (Chen's Noodle House, you loved that place!) veering to your left towards the crosswalk. Jay was the first to notice since he was, well, Jay. Those electric blue eyes of his snapped open as he threw out a hand towards the vehicle.
"Does anybody else see that giant truck heading our way?!" he demanded. Cole finished off a loose tie on his gi with a roll of his eyes. "Jay, of course there'll be loads of trucks. We're in the city, what do you expect--?"
Being in the city did not mean trucks speeding at a hundred miles per hour were normal. You threw out your hands and yanked the two ninja off the street. "Did you fry each others' brains out or what?" You gave them both a slap over the head. "Just because I had to sneak you out of the museum because the police thought you stole the golden sarcophagus doesn't mean we're in the clear yet! Focus, you two!"
Kai grabbed at his hair with a strangled screech. It vaguely reminded you of this one bratty kid you saw screaming and crying on the floor (some tantrum). "How are we supposed to focus when the grundle could be roaming around Ninjago City as we speak? The bones looked like they walked out of the display!"
You pinched the bridge of your nose with a long, tired sigh. The only one who hadn't been panicking this whole time had been Zane, but he got a free pass since he was a Nindroid. Now, if only your three stooges could get a grip, then you'd be able to focus and think your way out of this.
The faint blare of police sirens snapped you out of your stupor. You glared down at the four half-pints, motioned for them to follow. "Okay, first thing's first: avoid the police. Second, Zane, do you know anything about the grundle?"
He dutifully nodded as you all scampered into a lone alleyway. "The grundle is an ancient creature of the wild that once roamed free hundreds of years ago. Its specialty is in hunting ninja. Weaknesses are unknown unless one relies on brute strength."
Brute strength? That wasn't exactly something any of you had. Even if the four boys were at full strength, they weren't nearly as strong as a full-grown-ninja-hunting-dino.
You picked up your pace into a jog. "Okay, so no known weaknesses? Great, where's Nya's mech when you need it?" Kai scoffed. "You think her mech can deal with the grundle? I don't think so."
Jay stuck out his tongue and you began to wonder if this de-ageing magic made your four friends more immature. "What's wrong with Nya's inventions, huh? I bet she'd be able to fix up something quick. And it's not like you have any better ideas, Kai."
Another scoff rang out from the group, this time from Cole. He mercilessly glared down the two boys with a shake of his head. "Well, instead of being whiny, you could think of an actual solution, Jay."
"Shut up, Cole. Not like you're smart enough to think of a plan!"
"Oh, you're telling me to shut up? I'm just trying to keep our heads in the game!"
"You both are being stupid," Kai cut in, "we don't stand a chance against the grundle as kids!"
You exchanged a long look Zane. He seemed to always be the only sane one around. "Any chance of finding a payphone around here? I don't think we'll get anywhere unless we meet up with Lloyd. He can get your weapons from the Bounty."
Zane's gaze focused on an invisible horizon you could not see. "Take a left and there will be a payphone beside the bus stop." You smiled gratefully at him. What an angel. "Thanks Zane. Alright, kiddos, follow me!"
A long trail of 'who are you calling a kid?!' and 'we're the same age!' rang out from the three troublemakers. Once again, you exchanged a look with Zane. He smiled sweetly as he always did and it was just enough to keep you from losing your mind.
At least you learned something new about yourself. If you were a daycare worker, you'd probably end up in jail for strangling a room full of kids on your first hour.