#345 have something in common

[subconsciousmysteries]

Laziness, some Attachment Triad dynamics, me hating on 3s

I couldn't imagine living my life in fear of being seen as lazy or a loser. Like it is the dumbest most pathetic most weak fear to have. Having this fear primes you to be a slave to your masters because you actually care about their opinions of you beyond a pragmatic survival perspective. You internalize your enslaver's moral compass as your own which makes you doomed for failure and self-loathing, because their "moral compass" is based on their narcissistic belief that they're superior and they have a right to control and enslave you.

Coming from someone who was raised by parents who tried to drill this fear of being an unsuccessful "loser" into me, and a mother who has given me the most horrific verbal abuse and angry meltdowns because I asked her questions about why I'm expected to care about succeeding conventionally... I've seen what this fear of being a loser does to people. it makes them jump off a cliff when the state says jump. It also makes them horrifically mistreat "loved ones" ("loved ones" in quotemarks because these people don't know what love is) who actually respect themselves, whilst sucking up to evil oligarchs who see them as cash cows and lab rats. They kneel before whoever has status and control and shun everybody else... Not even for pragmatic survival reasons, but because they genuinely fucking believe that high status people are morally superior to low status people. That's the most grotesque part. Not their actions but their internal rottenness, their inverted moral compass. They are devout believers in the religion of materialism and idol worship of the elite.

These people never question who invented the value system they follow or why they invented it, which is the ultimate manifestation of Spiritual Laziness (3 -> 9). They just religiously follow the idea that poor people are all lazy and it's all their own fault for being poor because they didn't sell-out hard enough. Of course, they don't believe that attaining wealth is "selling out", because they blind themselves to seeing this blatantly evident fact. They deceive themselves that we live in a democratic, free speech meritocracy where everything is fair, to justify their weakness-driven investment in a broken game.

If you try to explain to them that we live in a system where people have to compromise their moral compass at every corner to attain wealth, where those who speak for justice are marginalized and impoverished and imprisoned and killed, and you show them undeniable proof of this... it falls on deaf ears. You get gaslit that these facts are fake, and apparently you're only believing this stuff so that you have an "excuse to be lazy". Oh gee, I guess I'm supposed to blind my eyes to the truth of how everything works so that your dumb ass doesn't think I'm lazy? Good to know! Because that's what you're asking everyone to do when you say "conspiracy theorists are just lazy" without providing a rebuttal to their facts. You're basically saying "shut up and go back to sleep, goy."

Unenlightened 3 doesn't have any spiritual perceptiveness whatsoever, it is the most spiritually blind, materialistic type on the enneagram. So they don't know that they are the truly Lazy ones for never questioning the values which they live by. Laziness is not a refusal to go to work, Laziness is not receiving government benefits. People who do these things can be Lazy but contrary to materialist belief, this is not the crux of what Laziness is. True Laziness is about falling asleep into the material realm. Which often means falling asleep into your routine of going to work, paying your taxes, saving up for the next property, and never questioning anything you're doing whilst you do all of that. Falling asleep (9) is the opposite of thinking, scrutinizing, questioning, trying to enhance your perceptions (6).

As soon as you start asking legitimate questions about why you have the values that you have (aka, as soon as you "wake up"), as soon as you make a commitment to doing out what is truly right instead of just doing what is comfortable and accepted and easy... it becomes incredibly difficult to fall back asleep. It becomes nearly impossible to "succeed" inside of the 9-to-5 wageslave system that you once never questioned the merit of, once you realize that we don't in fact live in meritocracy at all and your taxes are funding terrorism. You see the truth of how rotten everything is, how it is all built on lies and a hatred of humanity with the intent of enslaving us. The reason why people refuse to accept at the facts proving conspiracy theories, even if you shove it in their face, is because they are spiritually weak as fuck. They are not emotionally prepared to handle the ostracization and the shaming and the isolation that anyone who wakes up endures. They are not prepared to take the Hero's Journey. They are not prepared to be called crazy and a loser and gaslit 24/7 and then worse: threatened by police if they dont keep their mouths shut. They would much rather live in their materialist lie which is comfortable (3 -> 9 as opposed to 3 -> 6. 3 -> 6 would be waking up to the uncomfortable truths whilst 3 -> 9 is falling asleep into the material realm).

All enneagram fears are evil and bad and lead to bad things but there is something uniquely contemptible about type 3. It's definitely one of the types that's behind executing all the world's problems moreso than the others. I believe that all spiritual rottenness originates from ennea 4 (perhaps because 4 is the center of Origin in general) and then it seems to execute itself most pointedly through it's neighbors 3 and 5. Like if you look at this satanic world, that is who is objectively running it... rich 3s and 5s.

#My mum is an evil bitch with anger issues #Also musings #789 triad isn't innocent it's mostly just useless and inept on a global scale #These types can definitely harm people in their immediate vicinity. but #These types don't ever seem to be a force of true globalist evil #They can be possessed by people with globalist agendas and used as pawns like Trump tho (78 combo) #345 have something in common #They are what I call the Pessimist triad cuz they are the integration points of the Optimist triad #Meaning that they all disintegrate to Optimist types #Meaning that they're gravely missing Optimism and desperately need to learn what it is #I find them to be the most calculating and emotionally disconnected types #Despite memes about 4s being ~emotional~ ~empath~ ~all about feeeeelings~ #I've gone through why that's bollocks before #Many 4s are thinkers and many feeler “”4s“” are 9s

[gilbirda]

Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

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Fic with most hits

Friendly neighborhood vigilante (dpxdc) - 121,979 Hits

Meet Jasmine Fenton: Smart, resourceful, kind and the very proud sister of Amity Park's own undead superhero Danny Phantom. Therapist at your service. Intern at Arkham Asylum. Can kick your ass. Likes tea and long walks at the beach. Meet Jason Todd: Smart, resourceful, not-that-kind (if you say he's soft you may get knifed) and the very proud vigilante and protector of Crime Alley. Died for a while but got better. Holds grudges. Likes reading a nice book and the sound of the rain against the window. They are neighbors now.

Second most kudos

Mondays, am I right? (dpxdc) - 7,695 Kudos

There was a long silence. He heard his sister breathe in, breathe out, like she was mentally preparing herself to say something. “I… I heard, from other interns I talked to, that guard positions are always open. And that it’s super easy to get in.”

Third most comments

Can't help falling in love (with you) (dpxdc) - 345 Comment threads

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since trouble is her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

Fourth most bookmarks

Can't help falling in love (with you) - 931 Bookmarks (including privates)

Fifth more words

Dance with me? (dpxdc) - 36,710 Words

Two strangers meet at a Wayne charity gala to raise funds for the Arkham Asylum Reform project. What they don't know is that they have much more in common than they think. “That’s it? One dance? It doesn’t seem that difficult.” He glared at her. “Why, you don’t dance?” “Not if I can help it.” He grumbled with distaste. “Why not? Not handsome enough to tempt you, Mr. Darcy?”

Although the first one is a translation??? If we dont count it, the actually fifth one is:

Of bats, dreams and human connections (Stardew Valley) - 35,904 Words

Maybe, in retrospective, moving to the middle of nowhere and become a farmer wasn't Liz's smartest idea. The worst part wasn't getting up early or doing housework or meeting new people, no - the worst part was having to bathe in sun cream every morning and pray no one noticed she didn't age or got tired or hurt no matter what. Did I mention that Liz was a vampire? Well, she was. And even if for some she was the stupidest vampire alive, in her defense she just wanted to make new friends. Fortunately for her, the local goth boy of the town may be available.

Least words

Submit (Lucifer TV) - 395 Words.

In a world full of Omegas, being a Beta might be nice.

Did this for a fandom bingo lmao. I truly am not a Omegaverse writer lol

This was fun! I'm tagging @gremlin-bot @duskyashe @redskyeatnight @spite-sapphic-starlight if you guys want to!

#tag game

[texasobserver]

”Insects All Around Us” by Digital Edital Editor Kit O'Connell, originally published in the January/February 2024 issue of Texas Observer magazine:

Photography and additional reporting by Fall 2023 Reporting Fellow Paula Levihn-Coon.

The prey is already dying when the hunters arrive. 

The sky is dark gray, the air thick with the threat of rain. But that hasn’t stopped over a dozen from gathering. They’re mostly, but not exclusively, older folks—frequently retirees with the ability to take a weekday morning off—and they’re armed with Digital SLR cameras and macro lenses.

Valerie Bugh crouches down over the squirming spots on the stone of the shady courtyard entrance to the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center, prodding at the poisoned insects. Bugh, a gray-haired local naturalist, isn’t responsible for the state of these southern yellowjackets (Vespula squamosa), but she’ll take advantage of it for a photo opportunity. Someone on staff at the center discovered their nest and sprayed them just before the bug hunters arrived, and the entire hive is trickling out from their hidden home in a low rock wall. Bugh warns me to keep my distance from the females, who have fatter-looking bodies with stingers compared to the longer, thinner males, which normally only leave the nest for mating purposes. As I take a step back, she fearlessly kneels by their wriggling bodies, picking the males up and focusing her camera on each in turn. 

“I’m trying to find one that doesn’t look dead,” she said. Soon, she’d even manage to document the hive’s queen as it haplessly tried to flee the toxins—a rare catch, though a grim beginning for a weekly ritual that largely focuses on the living. 

Katherine Daniels and David Cook, volunteers, take insect photos.

Bugh is the author of 10 short fold-out pamphlets with color photos, with titles like Spiders of Texas: A Guide to Common and Notable Species and Unusual Insects of Texas: Caddisflies, Mantides, Lacewings, Walking Sticks, & More. That’s just one of her jobs: She’s also second clarinet in the Austin Opera. She’s modest about these accomplishments when asked—Bugh is too busy searching for bugs to brag about herself. 

Every Thursday morning from February through mid-December, Bugh and her team of volunteers in the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center Fauna Project explore a winding path, gradually aiming to cover the entire grounds over the course of a year, in order to inspect more than 650 species of native plants in the gardens and the 50-plus species of oaks in the Texas Arboretum for their occupants. 

With this diversity of native plants comes a diversity in insect population too. Allowing for a few pandemic-imposed breaks and schedule changes, Bugh has otherwise been doing this consistently since 2010, during which time she’s identified almost 3,000 species of insect including over 50 bees, 345 flies, and over 500 different beetles. It’s not unusual to find a new species to add to the garden’s known tiny inhabitant list every week. 

As Bugh gets moving, other bug hunters follow her in a pack. One by one and in pairs they break off from documenting spiders and beetles found clinging to the brick walls around the entrance and offices of the center. A few volunteer birders are also on-site, but for the most part, they work independently and seem invisible compared to the cheerful, chattering bug hunters. The group also documents signs of larger animals, from mammals to amphibians, but their main focus is on these tiny crawling creatures, since bugs are the most plentiful fauna present both in this garden and worldwide. 

Every Thursday from 2010 to the present, Valerie Bugh leads the Fauna Project at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center in Austin, Texas.

The bug hunters move in a little cluster, calling out when they find something new for Bugh to examine. The salt marsh moth (Estigmene acrea) caterpillars are everywhere.

“If it’s a salt marsh, I don’t want to know about it,” declares Bugh dismissively, though with good humor. Their hairy bodies remind me of an asp, the caterpillar with a nasty sting. But they’re actually harmless to the touch. Bugh is just frustrated because there are too many of them. Unlike other caterpillars, the salt marsh moths will eat almost any plant, building its hairy cocoons all over. 

“Every single plant is their host,” Bugh said. 

By contrast, the Gulf fritillary (Agraulis vanillae), another caterpillar present in the day’s fauna count, subsists almost entirely on passion flower vines. 

Bugh’s disdain for the salt marsh moth doesn’t stop her from plucking one from the greenery and posing for a photo with it. She’s happy to show off and talk about her fauna friends, even the overly common ones. As she moves around, her tone becomes more of a graduate lecture in entomology, no doubt similar to the insect walks she sometimes leads around Austin. Her volunteers are here to hone their skills at macro photography, to learn from a preeminent local expert, and to expand their naturalist knowledge. Many are members of the Texas Master Naturalist program.

Valerie Bugh holds a salt marsh moth caterpillar (Estigmene acrea) in her hand.

But it’s a social occasion as much as anything, and the bug hunters talk among themselves around me, catching up on their lives. Two have just returned from African vacations and are excited to dish about all the great wildlife photos they got there, documenting large predatory wild beasts. But they seem just as eager to capture the living world’s small inhabitants in their lenses, too. 

“It’s an insect safari,” said volunteer Katherine Baker, who told me she relished the challenge of macro photography after over a decade of experience in more general nature photography. She’s been helping count the fauna for about four years now, and always feels among kindred spirits here. But they all orbit around Valerie, returning to her for advice or an ID after wandering off.

Every Thursday for 13 years, naturalist and author Valerie Bugh, far left, has led volunteers in counting and photographing animals at the wildflower center.

“Her knowledge surpasses everyone … she’s just amazing,” Baker said of Bugh. 

The gray morning clouds are starting to burn off. As it warms up, the butterflies and others will begin to emerge from the foliage where they’re resting during the rainy, humid part of the day. 

“Aha, here’s where the bumblebees are,” Bugh declares with delight as some are pointed out to her. “These are workers and look how docile they are, they’re barely moving.”

Even before the sun appears, I become aware of how the plants around us are full of life, more than first appears to the untuned eye. As I start looking at one insect, like the predatory leafhopper assassin bug (Zelus renardii), a leggy, long-bodied, hungry thing with a venomous proboscis, I spot another, smaller bug crawling along the same bit of wild grass. We allow ourselves to forget in our day-to-day lives, but insects are all over, constantly surrounding and outnumbering us. 

Valerie Bugh shines a small LED light on an insect.

On the day we visited, the team spotted seven different kinds of grasshoppers, two types of katydids and one cricket. Hunters often spot the American bumblebee, Bombus pensylvanicus, which is thriving in Central Texas even as its numbers dwindle elsewhere. But lately, its Sonoran cousin (Bombus sonorus) has been showing up more and more in the bug counts. 

“That doesn’t bode well for desertification,” Bugh told me. “We’ve had a lot of Western species moving in, birds too, which means the habitat is great for them and a little drier than we’re used to for everyone else.”

The naturalist bug hunters are strongly aware of the harm climate change has brought on our region, and there’s a bittersweet feeling to parts of the morning, a subtle sense that someday soon could be the last day one of these fauna appear in a count. 

“The ecosystems are moving east, including tornado alley. It’s not great for the people in the way, and not great for us on the edge of deserts. Think of Austin without any trees. I really like trees,” Bugh says wistfully.

But most insects still spark joy when she spots them. As sure as falling leaves, the appearance of the scorpion flies (which are neither scorpions nor flies) represents the start of true Texas autumn, and they were just putting in their first appearances that Thursday in November. 

Bugh can identify a great number of creatures on sight, but sometimes enlists help from collaborative internet forums and apps, or even, in one case, a book of Central American insects published in 1900. 

Later, when I come home from the center, I pore over her very detailed homepage, which features a searchable spreadsheet of every creature identified by her team since 2010. I email Bugh to ask what changes she’s noticed over time. 

“It is very hard to compare the past to the present since it is short term in geological time but very long term for humans,” she writes back. “Who can say what they’ve learned in over a decade? I bet it is a lot.”

#Austin #Texas #wildflowers #native plants #lady bird johnson #bugs #insects #photography #macro photography #wildlife #wildlife photography #fauna #science #entymology

[aquietcatgirl]

CW: body size mention, weight loss, internalized fatphobia

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Today I'm officially 3 months post-op from a VSG.

HW: 345

SW: 337

CW: 288

Total loss: 49 lbs!!!!

GW: 170-190

Honestly this is one of the best things I have done for my body physically. My chronic back pain is improving (still have a herniated disc that may require a fusion) and my energy is returning to "normal" levels. I'm losing hair (a common problem after traumatic surgery) but thankfully I inherited awesome thick hair genetics so you can't tell. 😉

I'm mentally struggling with the internalized fatphobia that keeps coming up. Lies about my body, my value, and self-worth were deeply ingrained by people I love (and thought they loved me back) and it's a HARD pattern to break. My brain says that people only want to be around you if you have something to offer them, and now that I look like I'm fitting into this "you must hate being fat so you got weight loss surgery" thin-idealist mindset people want to interact with me. 😮‍💨 I'm struggling with the new found attention from people who would have ignored me before and it's making me really angry.

[primeministerofantarctica]

I posted 16,006 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

talking about all the lilo and stitch shows reminds me of my favorite part of the american series (and the franchise in general) which i'm not sure is common knowledge outside the fandom or people born after 2002: experiment 625.

yes, this is the one created right before stitch. he has all of stitch's powers, but he can speak fluent english, and for most of the franchise he's aligned with the antagonists.

and. he ONLY cares about sandwiches.

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598 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#4

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832 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#3

maybe unpopular opinion but if your fictional found family is just people of the same age range then what even is the point. your found family should consist of a thirty-something year old teaching two fourteen year olds skincare tricks and showing them the best lotions to use. your found family should have a sixteen year old helping a six year old spell words for a flyer he drew in crayon.

1,096 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

SO HOLLOW MIND HUH

2,424 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[butimamermaid]

I planned a trip with my family to see orcas. My aunt and I wanted to see them before we died. After four days, We didn’t find whales in two watching tours and a kayak tour. They were devastated. Naturalists kept telling us that was so uncommon, we should have seen them. My family left and were booked a last ditch whale watch on our last day with a different company, recommended by a local we met at the zero waste store. She had done her masters thesis on the same topic I had – bioaccuumulation of pollutants in the endangered southern resident killer whale population and transients. I trusted her. I worked until 4 that day, for the green fee, and rushed over to make the last chance at a whale watch. We took the boat to Canadian waters, over an hour in transit. They said a superpod was reported. But not a superpod of residents, a superpod of transients, Biggs killer whales that eat marine mammals. Apparently they are the fastest growing population- with over 150 under 10 years old totalling a little less than 500 individuals. We saw in the distance two Canadian whale watch boats and something at the surface. I had never seen something so beautiful in my life. I heard the most common group size was 1-3 whales. The water was so glassy, conditions so good, I couldn’t believe it. I found blackfish. There were babies, males with dorsal fins 8 feet tall – not folded over from a life in captivity. and they were so active. We saw them roll, the naturalists told us it was how they hugged. They shared that transients come together, like family reunions. As the naturalist shot dorsals for photo ID, naming each individual collectively, they told me that there were 5 matrilineal lines represented here. It was literally an extended family reunion. And they were moving at 15 knots, meaning they had a plan. There was an agenda tonight. They were jumbled up, hanging out with their friends and cousins they hadn’t seen in awhile. Those were words from the naturalists. And they were serious. They went up to the shore, and swam along the coast in the sun setting light, slowly and steadily. I knew what we were seeing was incredibly special. Once in a lifetime. As we discussed how late we would get back, and considered turning back, we saw them b-line for a rock full of stellar sea lions. Could they be ready to eat? For the next hour, we watched 20 transient killer whales from 5 matrilineal lines cooperatively hunt and teach their young how to catch prey. The sea lions rafted up in tight groups, screaming and vocalizing out of terror. Multiple times individuals would ram through the raft of sea lions. I heard a naturalist say “national geographic would do anything to be here right now.” Their coworker said “this is the best event of the season.” The whales had grabbed multiple sea lions. It was clear. The golden hour sunlight was lighting up their blows. We saw tail slaps and even one swim backward, I was told that was consistent with prey sharing. I never heard that one before. They were sharing the sea lions with their friends and families. What do you do at family reunions? You eat. We ran out of our SD cards. I couldnt even cry I was so stunned at what I was watching. I waited 29 years for this. I never imagined it would actually be worth the wait. As we left, 2 hours beyond the tour, the naturalist said “who had a meeting until 345?” It was me. He said they were going to consolidate the tours but I was the only one who couldn’t make it work. And so they kept it. And because of that, we had the experience of a lifetime.

I never thought things happened for a reason before now.

[defiantcatlady]

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I used to roll my eyes at posts that went like "if you're reading this I love you even if I don't know you" but I think that was mostly the constant unending misery talking.

now that I'm happy more than half the time, I actually share that sentiment. I love all of you ladies, even if I've never said 2 words to you, even if I don't know shit about you except how bright your posts make you seem and that you want a sage green kitchen. I take great pleasure in logging on knowing I'm going to read some of the smartest pieces I've ever seen or have a good laugh or learn how to grow beans, and I'm very grateful for that. radblr isn't perfect yeah sure, but it changed my life. I sincerely hope you all thrive.

52 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#4

I’m so sick of kafka. he wrote shit like “today I am sad” in his little diary a century ago and the girlies are religiously reblogging it every godforsaken day like it’s the most profound thing ever. post your own fascinatingly crazy diary excerpts if you have to but leave sad cockroach man out of it.

95 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#3

every time I come across something a man wrote that makes sense I'm reminded of this quote (the last part specifically)

101 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#2

I hate saying"trans people" like they're a cohesive group that has anything in common beyond a specific brand of stupidity and homophobia/sexism. they aren't a group of humans who share something they can't change and didn't choose. they aren't oppressed. they aren't a minority. they're literally just a bunch of unbearable idiots hiding their prejudice behind the latest trend pushed by men to sustain patriarchy.

130 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“Why love what you will lose?

There is nothing else to love.”

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[hiccanna-tidbits]

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#5

YO HEY SO I ACTUALLY GOT OFF MY BUTT AND MADE THESE KIDS SOMETHING FOR VALENTINE’S DAY

So I’ve been wanting to make a Jackunzel Valentine’s-style aesthetic using that center pic for a while now (because it is just so absolutely Rapunzel, and who better to win her heart than our very own Jack Frost???), and I was like “well, it’s the February special anyways, so why not?” BUT then I couldn’t fit all the pictures I wanted to use into one moodboard, so y’all boutta get two more of these bad boys!!!

Decided to try a primarily blue-and-pink aesthetic again for this particular moodboard! Added in some gold-ish accents because I just think it looks neat :D Honestly I already knew that Jackunzel with a blue-and-pink color scheme absolutely hits, but I had no idea how much Jackunzel with a blue, pink, and gold color scheme would ALSO hit :O

My dumb cheesy headcanon that I will not let anyone take away is that that Rapunzel absolutely adores pink heart-shaped things, and for this reason is far too big a fan of Valentine’s day XD

Also yes!!! Those are glow-in-the-dark moon and star stickers! Just seems like the type of wacky little things Jack and Punz would be into :D

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25 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

YO, so remember last year when I made that purple-themed Jackunzel aesthetic, because purple is lowkey their theme color??? (I mean...combine Jack’s blue color scheme with Rapunzel’s pink color scheme and that’s what you get, right?) I liked the purple aesthetic so much I was like...what if I made another??? What then???

Actually really happy with the way this one turned out!!! I might actually like it better than the other purple one I made, and that was already one of my favorites :O Just!!! The purple snowflake!!! The galaxy cupcakes!!! The lilacs!!! Literally the most gorgeous purple night sky pic I’ve ever stumbled upon!!! The ridiculously appropriate quotes!!! It’s like the stars aligned (no pun intended, heh heh) for me to make the ideal Jackunzel moodboard, apparently??? Wild.

Although I’ll have all of you know that I actually had to do quite a bit of editing and color-adjusting on the Rapunzel pic here because the girl was originally platinum blonde, and I had to make extra sure that no one thought this was a J/elsa moodboard XD

This isn’t directly related to the February Special prompts, I’ll admit, BUT it’s Jackunzel and I’m posting it in February, so I’ll go ahead and tag it Jackunzelfebruaryspecial anyhow XD

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27 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

There once was a lass sent out to sea Ordered by the king to stay away from me A princess should not fall in love with a commoner and a thief. Ha! So I’ll sing a siren song In hopes one day she will come home With more than her weight in gold To take me father’s throne

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So I accidentally ended up thinking up this big complicated AU for this post I saw a while back, AND I haven’t posted Moanida in a hot minute, so...it’s moodboard time!!!

Basically this is in an AU where Motunui is actually a fairly sizeable kingdom instead of a small island village...and Moana really is a princess here XD I imagine maybe the village grew larger and larger because Motunui was taking refugees from the other islands as the Great Darkness was consuming the land. There’s an ever-present sense of dread, and King Tui worries his kingdom’s days are numbered. He tries to proceed Business as Usual, though, not wanting to cause a mass panic among the people. Fortunately, the darkness and disease plaguing the seas has not yet reached Motunui, and food is plentiful. King Tui hopes they’ll be safe for a while yet.

Princess Moana’s whole life has been planned out for her--marry someone of high standing, produce an heir, someday take her father’s throne. She longs more than anything for adventure on the seas, and to save her kingdom from the encroaching darkness. She also finds herself yearning for meaningful connections outside her family, unsatisfied with the distant and formal relationship she has with the palace staff and her subjects. So many seem to other her due to her royal status, and she sometimes feels completely alone--even in a kingdom that reveres her. No one sees her as she is--not Princess Moana, daughter of King Tui, heir to Motunui, but merely Moana of Motunui.

As the darkness spreads, more refugees come in, and the kingdom grows. Fish aren’t as easy to come by as they once were, and resources grow tight as the mouths to feed increase.

Enter Merida.

It’s no surprise that as the kingdom grows, so does the criminal underbelly. When finery and jewelry from the palace begin to go missing, King Tui and Queen Sina wonder if the staff are in cahoots with someone unsavory. Upon searching the servants’ quarters, though, there is no evidence of any robbery or foul play.

When Moana starts seeing flashes of red out of the corner of her eye, and just out of reach around castle corridors, she thinks she’s imagining things. That is, until she walks into a drawing room and sees a scraggly redheaded girl in filthy street clothes attempting to climb out a 3rd-story window. In her scramble to escape, the intruder breaks the outside tree limb she was attempting to climb onto, and Moana hears a number of branches snapping and cursing in some strange, singsong accent. Both intrigued and amused, Moana runs to the floor below to make sure this poor unprepared thief doesn’t fall to her death.

Moana finds her hanging on a lower limb for dear life, tunic even more ripped and mouth spewing profanities that the princess is sure would make her blush--well, if she could understand any of them. Still laughing, she extends a hand to help the thief in through a lower window. The thief swats her arm away the first few attempts, but finally grabs her hand when the branch starts creaking a little too much.

Apparently this girl is so far into the criminal underworld that she has no idea who Moana is. The thief can tell she’s important--not everyone walks around in glimmering red-orange dresses and shiny shell and pearl-studded tiaras. She’s nobility of some kind for sure. But not a princess.

Regardless of her noble status, the thief girl has no interest in groveling, or begging Moana’s forgiveness. She’s quick to pull a weapon on the princess--a lethal-looking bow and arrow whose bad side Moana does not want to be on. The thief girl assures her that she’ll “shoot yeh right in yer pretty face if yeh even think about shoutin’!” Moana can’t hold back her laugh, and assures the thief she has no intention of shouting. Not when this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in months. Maybe even years--the castle has certainly never had thieves this brazen.

Moana takes the thief girl to her room to get her cleaned up; her parents are too busy managing the kingdom to pay much attention to what she’s doing, anyways. She puts her in cleaner servants’ clothes and finds a cloak to conceal her hair before sneaking her out a back door, extending an invitation to come visit sometime. The castle could do without a few pearls, Moana figures--that, and the thrill of abetting a criminal could make her princess life a little less dull.

Besides, meeting someone who has no idea who she is is a gift too precious to waste.

And so Moana takes to “accidentally” leaving many a palace window open, and many a door unlocked. Sure enough, the thief girl comes back--although she claims it’s only because Moana is “a wee soft little lamb who makes thievin’ far too easy!” Nonetheless, she’s quick to tell her story after little resistance.

Merida, Moana finds out her name is. She’s been on the run a long time--how long she won’t say, but from the rugged, toughened state of the girl, Moana imagines it’s plenty long enough for her to harden her edges and teach her how to take care of herself. She claims she doesn’t need anyone--and never has--but from the way she’s more than willing to have heart-to-hearts with a near stranger, Moana doubts that. It must be lonely in the thief world--always watching your back and never being sure someone won’t stab you in it. Moana gathers Merida has deemed her naïve enough to trust.

Moana is hardly naïve, but if that’s what it takes to believe she’s worth opening up to...so be it.

Merida, it turns out, is a runaway from a kingdom far, far away--oceans away, even. She never felt at home there. She always felt like she was being twisted into something she wasn’t--made to fit an image, with no one caring who she actually was. She took off, flitting from place to place. She pickpocketed enough to eat until Wanted posters of her adorned every wall in town--and only then would she vanish without a trace, off to change her name and her backstory for her next grand adventure.

Moana has a feeling that Merida isn’t making up the backstory this time, but she doesn’t say as much.

After a while, Moana admits her own malcontent. The kingdom only continues to grow as her parents do nothing about the encroaching darkness that leaves so many homeless in the first place. She tells of her strange connection with the ocean, and how sometimes the waves themselves would part for her as a child. She talks about how badly she wishes she could help, and how a strange green emblem from her late grandmother Queen Tala might be the key to everything.

Maybe it’s terrible to think, but Moana finds herself wanting to inherit the throne sooner. She really thinks she could do some good, and she’s determined to conquer the darkness and save the kingdom. Merida, she finds, could be a surprisingly big help--she’s tough, she can fight like no one’s business, and she’s lived among the downtrodden and destitute in the slums and knows firsthand the kind of life more and more will be condemned to if something is not done about the darkness. She’d make an excellent bodyguard, and could even help with law-making and battle strategy--she’s politically savvy in a way Moana didn’t expect.

Things shift between them after a while. There are more and more stolen touches during their meetings, more physical affection. Moana finds herself looking at Merida for longer than she means to. Merida brings her gifts and trinkets from the seedier markets royals don’t usually go to--tiny, pretty seashells, wildflowers from hidden crevices, knives that are usually considered “improper” for a young princess to use.

For the first time since Queen Tala--perhaps for the first time ever--Moana feels like someone sees her for who she truly is. Not a princess, not some otherworldly, ethereal authority to be worshipped, but just Moana.

And when Merida inevitably learns the truth of who her new luxuriously-clothed friend is, Moana is surprised to see she barely bats an eye. She shrugs, says “yeh, I figured you were someone important, from the way yeh dress like a fancypants. But yer not some self-righteous snob like the rest of them, so ah like yeh.”, and then moves on like nothing happened.

By the time Moana realizes she’s fallen in love, the palace staff have gathered there’s something suspicious about the princess sneaking out the back door as often as she does. Moana was just starting to be less cautious when King Tui walks in on her and Merida kissing.

The king is furious. No princess should grow feelings for a dirty peasant--and a criminal, at that. Although Merida is spared the noose, she is exiled from the island for good, given a ship and told to never return.

Before the thief is sent away, Moana is allowed one goodbye. Merida vows to come back one day--despite what Tui says--with her ship stuffed with treasure. She’s gotten a fruitful tip from the criminal underworld, and if all goes as planned, they should be able to buy the kingdom for themselves. Then, no one can stop them from being together--and, at last, conquering the creeping shadows.

In her absence, Moana writes Merida songs. Crude, scrawled haphazardly on palm paper, but full of heart. She shoves them into corked glass bottles before sneaking out and dropping them into the sea. Maybe they’ll never reach Merida...but then again, maybe they will.

The days without Merida drag, and Moana has never felt more alone. Nonetheless, she has faith that her love will return with riches, and the two of them will take the throne and save the land, just as they’ve always planned.

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35 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

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“When the daughter of the sun fell in love with the daughter of the moon, the cosmos let out a resigned sigh--this was going to cause problems, but sadly, there were very few ways it could have been avoided.”

No officer you don’t understand I HAD to make a Fem!Jack x Rapunzel Sun Gay and Moon Gay Aesthetic, I didn’t have a choice, it was required by law, someone simply might have chosen to press criminal charges if I didn’t--

Basic story here is that Jaina Frost and Rapunzel Corona are some kind of sun and moon princesses who rule over the night and the day, respectively. They only see each other briefly, at sunrise and sunset, but it’s enough time for them to talk, flirt, and fall for each other. Of course, them spending too much time together could mess up the earth’s day and night cycles, so their beleaguered heavenly body parents have to think of some way to manage their hormonal and lovestruck daughters so as not to throw off seasonal daylight changes and Daylight Saving’s Time and other such important things.

ALSO solar eclipses are Jaina and Punz smooching actually, I don’t make the rules.

I’ve had this bad boy saved in my Jackunzel aesthetics folder for a while now (yes, I have shipping aesthetics folders--I may have a sliiiiiight problem ^^;), but I didn’t submit it until this month because you really can’t get much more soulmate-y than Sun and Moon Lesbians! Something something they’re tied by cosmic fate, heavenly body motifs, and the Power of Gay

Okay listen I know Rapunzel and Cassandra also count as Sun and Moon Gay but Rapunzel and Fem!Jack were the OG Sun and Moon Gay and honestly I think they just Do It Better

Well anyways there was simply no way I could go an entire Jackunzel event without my girl Jaina Frost making an appearance!!! Genderbent Jack Frost my beloved ;_____; I’ve already kinda messed around with the idea of Lesbian Jackunzel here and here and here but you know what??? I am literally ALWAYS down for more actually!!!

Jack just got that Trans Girl Energy, sue me

I gotta say that I am absolutely THRILLED with the sun and moon dresses I found for this and I have been absolutely DYING to show them off, so this might well be the best day of my life :O Also I have searched far and wide and have not found many images that top that sunset, that night sky, and that moon-cycles-in-a-jar graphic, so y’all are truly #blessed to see them all in one sitting on this fine day XD

Pic credits available upon request!

39 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

WHAT UP @ohlooksheswriting HAVE AN INDIRECT CONTRIBUTION TO HICCUNZEL MONTH

SO I think my main reservation about shipping romantic Hiccunzel has always been the fact that I stan Hiccanna and Jackunzel so hard, like. I simply cannot look at Rapunzel x Hiccup and NOT go “but what of Jack and Anna??? Are they now fated to not find true love??? They’re gonna be so sad D:”

So the obvious solution all along was to have Hiccup and Rapunzel date Anna, Jack, AND each other, EZ

And HiJack and Annunzel are pretty solid gay ships, so like??? It kinda WORKS???

And thus the RotBTD discord came up with Hijannunzel, which might well be the most blursed ship in existence XD Legit poly ships are too powerful. Once you start shipping them, it’s like “oh, this solves SO many problems??? And also if they all got married and got a tax break they’d be OP as hell??? And having a 3-way support system of awesome people to kiss and cuddle and hang out with would be SICK???”

ANYWAYS! I decided to style this so that I put a thing I think each pair would bond over between their pictures because I think it’d be neat!!!

Rapunzel & Hiccup: Art!!! He sketches, she paints, and they definitely draw each other and nerd out over different art styles together!!! Catch them on an art museum date any day. They’ve also definitely made art of each other, and the rest of the polycule. Rapunzel & Jack: Outdoorsy winter fun!!! Like Rapunzel is literally ALWAYS down for a gigantic, Extra snowball fight and you can’t change my mind. Punz just really likes being outside (I mean, she was locked inside for years, can you blame her???) and appreciates all the seasons, but like...overappreciates winter because she figures it could use the love XD Anna & Jack: Sweets!!! I am 1000% convinced both these kids are sugar junkies. Anna has a preference for chocolate obviously, but Jack will devour anything with a sugar content Tooth would absolutely not approve of. They also both adore hot cocoa, and you can’t change my mind. Anna & Hiccup: Dragons/animals in general!!! Anna’s such an animal whisperer in Frozen 1, like. She gets three ducklings to jump into her hands, befriends Hans’ horse, vents to her own horse, and sees a guy talking to his reindeer like a buddy and just immediately starts doing the same thing. Ain’t no one convincing me Anna wouldn’t think dragons were the coolest shit ever, and she would try to (perhaps unwisely) befriend every single one.

Couldn’t include in this one, BUT ALSO:

Jack & Hiccup: Flying and thrill-seeking!!! Like they both seem to be hardcore adrenaline junkies, if Jack letting the wind blow him around every which way and Hiccup literally inventing a funky winged device so he can fly with Toothless is anything to go by. These two would really love flying and exploring together! The adventures AND the poor decisions would be unparalleled XD Rapunzel & Anna: Flower appreciation!!! They both dun got big springtime vibes, and would probably be constantly picking wildflower bouquets for each other. I feel like they’d get into gardening, and try to befriend all the pollinator bugs--even the scary ones XD Love that they both have floral motifs, and Anna’s is a sunflower while Rapunzel’s is...a literal sun flower XD Also love the idea of them bonding over girly stuff in general, and doing things like dress-shopping and meadow-frolicking together :D

Anyways, they all share an apartment and have movie and video game nights where they all get into a cuddle pile on the couch and it’s wholesome and fantastic. They also like to crash fancy parties paired off and then stage dramatic “reveals” where they get caught cheating on each other and make a whole production out of it, solely to be chaotic. Also to snack on fancy little cheese blocks on toothpicks and crostini. Have a great rest of your night.

Pic credits available upon request!

70 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Aaaaaaand my top 10 tags being mostly Hiccanna-related surprised all of no one XD

...actually very pleased that five of my most bitchin' moodboards are my top 5 posts. The people of tumblr have good taste indeed.

*tosses candy and breadsticks to the crowd like a benevolent king*

ALSO I was absolutely NOT expecting my sapphic sun-gay-and-moon-gay fem!Jack x Rapunzel moodboard to be my second most popular post, but holy shit am I delighted??? Like that's legit one of my favorite things I've ever made and my god sapphic Jackunzel is so valid and I'm happy it's getting the love it deserves ;_____;

I'm even more emotional because my irl friend who is very Jack Frost-coded came out as a trans girl this year and just. FEM!JACK IS REALLLL SHE'S REAL GUYS and she is POPULAR ON TUMBLR <3

Incredibly fitting that my Hijannunzel post is the top one for the year. Like there truly is something here for everyone <3 Like!!! There is a good chance your ship is in here SOMEWHERE!!! All according to plan. This is how we ALL win :D

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #jackunzel #fem!jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x fem!jack #genderbent jack frost #fem!jack frost #female jack frost #hiccanna #rotbtd #rotbtfd #hijannunzel #hiccup #jack frost #rapunzel #princess anna #moanida #merida #moana

[mainsbad]

5.7 hemi intake manifold

5.7 hemi intake manifold manual#

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Transmission will be some kind of overdrive 5- or 6-speed manual (thinking T-56 atm).The Dodge 5.7 HEMI is a popular engine in Dodge and Chrysler performance vehicles, as well as Ram trucks. I think the 6.4 manifold is cool but those seem to be pretty rare used, it's not like I'm going to have this thing running anytime soon though so maybe I should just wait and keep an eye out?ĮDIT: Also planning on using a replacement 6.4 SRT cam and deleting the MDS along with new springs, pushrods and lifters. Would this be worth fixing and a good choice for an A-body swap or would something else be better? I know there's also the later 5.7 car intake, the "old" aluminum 6.1 intake, the 6.4 SRT manifold with dual-length runners, and the aftermarket aluminum single-planes. The stock truck intake that came with it has a broken dual-runner actuator on the back. My plan is to use the MP PCM and harness kit and reuse the factory EFI and ignition. I have a 5.7 which was pulled from a 2014 Ram truck and I want to swap it into my '70 Duster (eventually, gotta save up the money first lol). I've been trying to get a definitive list of intake manifolds going to figure out what's best to put on my engine.

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Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst smut #cater diamond #cater x reader #twst mc #adult section #//rushed and messy...but I bet that is what making out with Cater is like

[shirophantomvox]

How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

#hisoka morow #hunterxhunter #hunter x 2011 #hunter x hunter #illumi zoldyck #hxh 1999 #hisoka #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #hxh illumi #illumi #hisoka morrow x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter x y/n #illumi x reader #illumi x y/n #illumi x you #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x oc #chrollo x reader #chrollo x you #hxh headcanons #hxh imagines #hxh chrollo #hxh x reader #hxh 2011 #gon hxh #hxh fanart #y/n

[plumoh]

[TodoBaku] kindled starlight

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1212 words

Summary: A quiet conversation on the morning of the last battle, victory at the forefront of their minds. / pre-relationship.

Note: AO3 link. Spoilers chapters 342-345, the one-shot takes place before chapter 343.

“Catch.”

Todoroki jolts out of his skin, but his hand still lifts up and his fingers grasp around the cool can of soda. He stares at Katsuki with surprise and confusion, his usual thousand-yard stare buried under layers of other emotions that he probably isn’t used to feeling for so many days in a row.

“What’s that?” Todoroki asks, looking down at the can.

“You have fucking eyes, you can guess what it is.” Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“I mean, when did you get this? We don’t exactly have the time or means to go get groceries.”

Katsuki shrugs. “Leftovers from what I had in my room at the dorms. The rest’s in the kitchen.”

Katsuki doesn’t acknowledge Todoroki’s growing expression of wonder at that answer.

Their bedrooms and the living quarters of the Troy fortress look identical to Height Alliance’s. All their classmates quickly settled in, unpacking their belongings in record time and then invading the building with their chatter, loud steps and general idiocy under a day. It felt normal.

Todoroki stares some more at the can, all surprise vanishing from his expression and replaced by something akin to amusement, judging by the small smile that slowly twists his features into a face that causes weird somersaults in Katsuki’s stomach. Not that Katsuki can really tell if it’s a genuine smile or not—he doesn’t have a fucking degree in the meanings of the different upturns of Todoroki’s lips.

“Thanks,” Todoroki says at last, opening the can and taking a sip, instead of gulping it down like any normal person.

“Whatever. You were sitting like a zombie on the couch, you’d have given a fucking heart attack to anyone walking in.”

Katsuki stomps towards the aforementioned couch and collapses into it, arms crossed, leaving a reasonable distance between him and Todoroki—enough not to feel pressed against each other, not enough to let someone squeeze in. The couches are bigger and more comfortable than those at the dorms, and Katsuki wonders briefly if UA intends to keep the fortress for other uses in the future. Heroes need a place to gather for emergencies, and all those civilians won’t be rehomed before a long while.

It’s still early morning, barely past sunrise. The others will trickle down in the common rooms soon. Todoroki turns his eyes towards Katsuki, like he’s analyzing something complex.

���But not you,” he says. “You’re above a heart attack.”

“I’m above everything,” Katsuki fires back instantly.

“Hm. I’m better than you in English.”

“Your pronunciation is shit, I can barely understand what you’re saying.”

“Not true, you held a conversation with me and other people just fine.”

“That’s because I had to make efforts to decipher your gibberish, asshole.”

Todoroki snorts and drinks more of his soda. Katsuki huffs, pointedly not letting his eyes linger on Todoroki’s face and staring at the pristine white wall instead.

They spend the next couple of minutes in total silence, interrupted only by Todoroki sipping his drink. They’ve had their number of silences as company during their remedial classes, stuck in the backseat of a teacher’s car or sitting together on the bus, separated by an empty seat. Todoroki doesn’t mind silence, or even distance; he took everything in stride, even when Katsuki yelled at him to stay away or to shut up or to go choke on a sandwich and die. Todoroki is weird and gets on Katsuki’s nerves but he’s a constant.

It’s comfortable. It’s been oddly comfortable between them for the past few weeks, which Katsuki is aware of though he doesn’t particularly want to think about it longer than necessary.

“I think…” Todoroki starts quietly, fingers clutching his can tightly. “I think you should know that I appreciated you checking up on me. The other day. You didn’t have to, and I appreciate it.”

Katsuki presses his lips together and shifts on the couch. Todoroki shouldn't be allowed to say random shit at such random times.

“Couldn’t have you going all mopey and get fucking killed.”

They don’t do this. Katsuki and Todoroki don’t make small talk on most days (Todoroki simply initiates a conversation with a stupid remark and Katsuki scowls at him), let alone share what their burdens and fears are. They don’t talk about feelings. Entertaining the idea is ridiculous and it makes Katsuki snort.

“It’s been a shitshow for weeks, now. Just gotta make sure we’re all on the same page, which is shredding to pieces all those fucking extras.”

“That’s what we’ve been doing for a while, though,” Todoroki points out, a breathy sigh passing through his lips, like a laugh. “My objective never changed. I have to stop the villains, and become a hero. There are just additional obstacles in our way. Some are… more difficult than others.”

When Katsuki glances at him, Todoroki meets his eyes, and shrugs. Katsuki never told him he knew almost every single detail about his family drama, and Todoroki never questioned why Katsuki seems to be particularly incensed whenever said drama was brought up. Maybe Todoroki suspects Deku slipped up and said some things to Katsuki—which sounds just as stupid, because why the hell would Deku and Katsuki talk about someone else’s problems when they’ve got a shit ton of issues themselves?

“You think you can do it?” Katsuki asks, tone rising like a challenge.

Todoroki doesn’t answer right away. His gaze drifts back to his can of soda, a look of concentration shaping his features, and Katsuki can see the gears turning in his head.

“It’s not a question of whether I can,” Todoroki whispers. “I have to do it. Nobody else can.”

He puts a finger on the side of the can, drawing formless patterns.

“My father agreed before to stop Touya-nii with me, but the plan is what it is. He can’t do it. I can. It’s that simple.”

There is still something deeply disturbing in the decision of wanting the Todoroki family to settle a decade's worth of problems in front of everyone and their mothers, during what is most likely going to be another large-scale battle with destruction and unknown numbers of casualties. Their dirty laundry has been aired already; how much of that family battle will be for the citizens’ benefit, and not theirs?

“It’s that simple,” Katsuki repeats, unconvinced but understanding what Todoroki means. “Well. I guess if it’s that simple, the simple answer is to win, right?”

Todoroki’s lips quirk up, and when his mismatched eyes lock onto Katsuki, Katsuki feels like a burning star is staring right through him. There is none of his past hesitation, or his angry glimmer that clouded his judgment. The light in this gaze is confident and bright. Katsuki feels his own lips curl into a smirk.

“Go and fucking win, then.”

“I intend to fucking win, yeah,” Todoroki replies.

He won’t back down. Neither of them will.

“You have to win too,” Todoroki adds, looking at him with a much more intense fire.

“Of course I’ll win,” Katsuki says. “That’s my fucking name.”

Todoroki nods, a smile on his face. He looks less like death, illuminated by rays of sunshine and quiet but unshakable resolve shining behind his eyes.

They’ll fight and win, because this is what they do. 

#todobaku #bakutodo #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #that one page in ch342 will forever be cherished

[unreluctantone]

Encounter - Raked over the Coals

A Dungeons and Dragons encounter for 4 characters of levels 1-3.

While I've got more ideas for @catbatart's Encountober (the Dragon Turtle Tavern at the very least!), it is no longer October so I thought I'd try something different. I saw this beautiful one-page dungeon recently, and while I loved the art and the concepts, the random distribution of the encounters both baffled me and sparked my imagination. So, here's the first in a series (hopefully!) of encounters...

As you enter the shabby inn, you are greeted by a broad-shouldered human man, with long ragged scars across his otherwise handsome face. His shirt is open across his chest, showing a well-honed physique and more scars, and his dark beard belies his advancing age. He calls over his shoulder to a slim, sullen-faced half-elven adolescent. "Fish, you knife-eared layabout, we've weary travellers here! Let's make them welcome, fetch them some wine. The good stuff."

A lonely and isolated wayfarer's inn on the rugged Martello Fells, the Black Crow has a dark secret: It has recently become the home of a small cult dedicated to an infernal spirit of flame known as Carthax. They have built a temple in the caverns underneath the inn and have been kidnapping travellers to sacrifice them to their burning lord. The outward face of this is a pair of cultists who have taken over the day-to-day operations of the inn: Bandit-turned-warlock Drann Hearth-ash and Ishreen Ithaniel, commonly called "Fish", a young half-elf who knows how to brew up a range of alchemical concoctions, including the sleeping draught the cult uses to capture its victims.

While the inn has seen better days and suffers from a lack of cleaning, the common room is kept warm by a large fire kept stoked in the stone fireplace at all hours. One table is usually occupied by three more cultists (MM pg. 345), who Drann will identify as local hunters if pushed (DC 14 Insight check to discern his lack of truthfulness). They are closed-mouthed and stand-offish, and will curtly direct inquisitive characters to talk to Drann rather than bother them.

Food and drink is available; a thin stew of unidentifiable meat with stale bread, Fish's home-brewed ale, and an impressive assortment of wine, which Drann stole in his last raid as a bandit. Everything is cheap, and everything is laced with a dilute form of Torpor (DMG pg. 258) brewed up by Fish. In this form, the poison doesn't render those that ingest it incapacitated, at least not straight away. Rather it induces a deep sleep that is hard to wake up from (disadvantage of Perception checks made while asleep) and hard to resist (DC 11 Constitution save at the end of the day to resist falling asleep; ancestries that trance have to roll as well, but have advantage on the save).

The usual plan is to ply travellers with food and drink, wait for them to fall asleep due to the dilute Torpor, and then capture them and offer them as sacrifices to Carthax. Naturally, unless you're planning an exciting jail-break from the cult's prison (definitely an option!), the players should become aware that something is off before they retire for the evening. Successful DC 12 Insight checks will notice Drann and Fish's overly solicitous attitudes, and the gloating enthusiasm of the other cultists, while successful DC 14 Perception checks will detect Fish adding the same unusually coloured liquid to the food and drink. Finally, a successful DC 12 Perception or Investigation check will detect a faint sour metallic taste in everything.

If challenged about what they are doing, Fish will briefly dissemble but be interrupted by the eager-for-violence Drann. Drann lifts up an ornate warhammer from under the bar and proclaims "So we're doing this the fun way!". He then attacks, supported by the three cultists. Fish sighs and grabs up a conveniently placed barrel lid to use as a shield.

Drann will waded into melee, using his burning hands if a cluster of enemies presents itself, while Fish hangs back and attacks at range, beginning by throwing a glass flask full of grain spirits with a burning strip of cloth stuffed in the spout. The cultists spread out to threaten any spell casters or to provide flanking for Drann. They will fight to the death, as will Drann, except if Fish is injured. If that happens, Fish will retreat to the kitchen and out through the kitchen door in an attempt to flee, with Drann following and fighting to provide cover for their retreat; Fish will retreat if Drann is slain as well. If Fish is slain, Drann will switch targets to attack whoever killed Fish.

In the aftermath of the fight, a search of the inn will uncover three things fairly easily: there is a trapdoor hidden underneath a heavy rug in the common room, secured with a heavy iron lock; there is a small wooden chest, stashed under the bar, that contains 14 silver pieces, 11 copper, 6 gold, and a heavy iron key; and there is a set of alchemist's supplies and enough food to make sixteen days worth of rations in the kitchen. A successful DC 13 Investigation check will reveal a concealed stash in the kitchen, behind a barrel of weevil-infested flour, that contains two potions of healing.

Fish: "Any time I had a problem, and I threw a flame flask, boom! Right away, I had a different problem."

(Art Source 1, YamaOrce at DeviantArt)

(Art Source 2, Adele Loríenne at Meadowhaven)

#encounter #dungeons and dragons #tabletop roleplaying games #elemental knights #the martello fells #d&d homebrew #d&d monsters

[buzzykrueger]

Little details in chapter 345

One thing that Togashi does very well other than placing specific words and panels to make us know specific things, is working symbolism. As we can see at the shiritori game used for the Zoldyck siblings’ names and the goroawase, he pays attention to this kind of stuff too and likes to play with superstition as lucky/unlucky numbers.

I dunno if someone made this already, but I had a good time reading this chapter, recently.

The last time we saw Gon.

1. Scaring me out for free: I genuinely thought Mito was asking about Killua but then, Togashi paused the sentence just to trick us, finishing the question in a different page, with Ging’s name. Maybe it was intentional - 'cause it was unnecessary, Ging’s name would’ve fit in there -, because he don’t want to or can’t give us anything about Killua right now. If he did so, Gon would have to provide an answer both to Mito and to the audience, bringing a closure tone to the story -  and I believe it’s not what Togashi wants, right now. So, I believe Mito probably asked because she knows Killua is special, but we don’t get to see it, so we don’t get to know how Gon feels about it, yet.

2. The Moon: the Waning Gibbous Moon, when the light is slightly fading from 99.9% to 50.1%. Depending on how much it still shows, can be mistaken as a Last Quarter, but it looks like it’s not 50-50 here... Maybe reaching the Last Quarter soon.

This Waning Gibbous phase begins right as the Full Moon is over (shown back when Killua was heading to find Gon-san and at the top of the World Tree). The Full Moon is when your emotions are at its peak, either for good or bad. When the shine starts to fade, it means it’s the right moment to surround yourself with gratitude, reconnect with what you’ve neglected during the Full Moon and reflect upon what you must give up now. Get rid of excess in order to prepare for the next phases.

He’s indeed reconnecting with Mito and this part of the chapter is almost identical to chapter 64 and 65, at least in order of the household chores, ending with a deep conversation about his dad. Now, I’m glad that this chapter has no clue about Killua, because it’s about Gon giving up on his previous goal and not on his friend. Enough with Ging and Gon's obsession to become more powerful and “worthy of praise” (like he already was, always).

Gon talks about how he realized that he didn’t want to meet Ging, actually, but just find him, as a goal. Not as a reunion. Because it was “the greatest hunt for Hunters”, like Kite said, and would've made him feel big. And he added that If he was able to feel Ging’s powerful Nen, probably he might’ve gone with him, indicating that he would make the wrong choice, blinded by his endless search for power and approval, his bad habits, his own excess -  because it’s not something he truly wanted, he just wanted to accomplish a goal. He’s grateful for meeting Ging, but it’s time to get rid of what don’t serve him anymore. Now that he’s “weak” again, Gon starts to reconcile with his mind and heart.

It makes sense with the Waning Gibbous Moon being highlighted, we know that nothing is random with Togashi, thought we can only speculate.

Adding, the Moon Phases are cyclic, and cycles are a common thing in Hunter x Hunter. Can be right in front of us (the Koala man talking about breaking patterns and reinventing cycles) or more subtle, like the hints about HxH being told in a Möbius Strap narrative (don’t forget that the Moebius lake is, literally, in the plot) or the waltz being cyclical.

If this is a thing, fits Togashi’s storytelling. The moon panels are showed two times like I mentioned before, one during their talk, other at the end of the dialogue. Just like the chapter 65 ended the talk with a night sky and Killua sleeping. *feels* Can’t wait to see Gon’s Waning Crescent and New Moon. 

#meta #hxh #gon #togashi

[foxfirefallout]

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed. - vesuvian-disaster

Have some soft feels to go with your time-of-day appropriate beverage of choice. No serious context for timeline, save that these two are somewhere in the point of knowing each other where curling up in bed together is a common occurrence rather than due to extenuating circumstances.

~345 words, so not bothering to hide under a cut.

I know that he wouldn’t say such things, if he didn’t believe them, but every gentle word of praise that Heron offers leaves me feeling muddled and undeserving. He has said I am strong-- for what I have overcome, for how I am determined to face whatever the future may bring. He has complimented my intellect, the quick progress of my studies and my affinity for languages. I never doubt his sincerity, but I can’t fathom how it is he sees these things while they remain hidden to me.

“You are…” his voice trails off in the darkness, but I can feel his hand sliding over my arm as he draws closer, his chest pressed to my back as we lay together. “Tense,” he concludes. “Is there something on your mind?”

I could say no, that I’m simply tired, but more and more, I find that I would rather be honest with him, even at the cost of my own comfort. “You,” I admit, adding quickly before he can wonder why thoughts of him might leave me tense. “How you don’t see me the way… I see me.” “Would it be easier if I didn’t think you were an engaging and attractive individual? Because I’m afraid that isn’t possible.”

“I wouldn’t tell you how to think,” I murmur, not entirely sure why it’s so hard for me to believe this is really what he thinks of me.

“I know you wouldn’t.” His hand continues its path over my skin, seeking out my hand to twine our fingers together. “And there will come a day where you can believe these things for yourself. Until then, let me believe them for you. And remind you, occasionally, just how vibrant you are.”

Heron seldom requests anything for himself, so when he does, I am happy to acquiesce. I give the hand twined with mine a squeeze. “As you wish,” I murmur, already relaxing more in his embrace, lulled by the soft sound of his breath, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he keeps me close.

#ask answered #heron phan #my writing #vesuvian disaster