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xoxo-ren-xoxo · 3 months

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What the Hell is Comms AU?!

Well first of all, Comms AU is a Hermitcraft fic I am writing. If you want to go into it blind, then the link is here!

[also, hey, if you like it, perhaps consider reblogging this post ;) ]

But if you'd like to know a little more before diving into it, I've decided to compile a fun little resource introducing the fic, its format, some of the most basic pieces of lore (so very mild spoilers, but it is stuff you would pick up on by chapter 3 or 4, honestly!) and a few tidbits about the characters. BELOW!

What the hell is Comms AU (For real this time)

I started Comms AU (full name INCOMING MESSAGE - COMM RECORDS) back in the middle of 2023, after reading some really great fics like the From The Archives series. It is a multiverse drama first and foremost, with elements of horror, betrayal, personal agency, and some religious themes [though the latter is mostly aesthetic]. There are also some comedic moments, and some sad moments. There's a lot of moments.

Comms AU follows five versions (universes) of Hermitcraft as they are all just kind of subjected to The Horrors. It is formatted as a series of transcripts recorded from different characters' communicator devices (or comms) which I imagine as sort of like sci-fi wrist watches with touchscreens and buttons. Though each universe could have slightly different models!

Formatting

As I mentioned, the fic is set out like a series of audio transcripts (though I kind of bend the rules to be honest, it can be read as if it is being played back as a recording), so the writing style is more like a script or screenplay than a standard prose piece. Your average chapter may look like this:

GRIAN: I'm saying a line now. SCAR: I'm also saying a line. [square brackets and italics to indicate a non-dialogue sound] GRIAN: Dang what was that?!

I also play around with writing out the communicator's 'screen' prompts such as its logging out message, 'call incoming' functions, etc. These I try to keep consistent between chapters, but I'm pretty sure I lost that consistency in a couple of places. Oops.

You may be wondering how you know which universe a certain scene is taking place in. It's quite simple, really! Each scene starts with a line of text like this:

[COMM RECORD: P#003]

The letter indicates the character whose comm we are listening/reading through (i.e., the perspective) while the number indicates what universe we are in [or what universe that character comes from, anyway...]. So the above example would be Pearl from universe three!

Lore?!

Okay this isn't really 'lore' as that would be total spoilers, but I want to talk about what kind of themes and things come up a lot in the fic - especially in terms of who is 'what'. For example, I've written Xisuma as a voidwalker, a type of end-hybrid which breathes better in thinner oxygen environments.

Scar and Cub are generally vexes, though there are differences between universes that become important later. Grian (at least, the times we see him) is a Watcher, and EvoSMP is canon [to some universes] but I try to explain everything within the fic itself so there shouldn't be too much confusion if you don't know much about all that.

Themes-wise, the fic revolves a lot around conversations and relationships between the characters, obviously. Words are very important, while actions must be left mostly implied through the audio medium. Characters aren't always reliable, and neither is sound. The fic takes a bit of digging and theorising to truly enjoy, but I am slowly revealing more and more as I write, so things will mostly get cleared up!

Also this fic mostly takes place in season 9, and there are references to season 9. There's some reference to season 8 too!

Characters

This is the important bit! I can't write all the hermits, obviously, as that would be too much to manage, so instead lets focus on the names that come up the most often:

Grian, Scar, Cub, Pearl, Xisuma, and Mumbo are probably the most 'recurring' characters, though Etho, Bdubs, and Cleo show up quite a bit especially towards the start.

[I am a Grian girlie and this is obvious from... everything about this fic, but I wouldn't say it is entirely about him! He does show up in most chapters though haha]

Relationships get a little complicated, due to the multiverse stuff, but I will say that there is mumscarian endgame because I love them. The actual 'romantic' side of things aren't that important, though, and most of the other relationships can be read kind of ambiguously. Just check the tags for more info!

It's still gay as hell but the multiverse horrors are more important, to be honest.

Or are they... ?!

YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT!

[psst, I also did some art, you can find it in my #comms au tag on my blog]

[psst psst, if you ever wanna message me, send an ask, or even make art (!!!!!!) to support this fic PLEASE feel free to do so. I love every comment, every ask, and all the bits of creative work people have made. REBLOG, COMMENT, GO CRAZY, ILY!!!!!]

#ben chats shit on the internet #comms au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitshipping #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft s9

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chalkrevelations · 3 years

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SO. Back to the beginning, Episode 1 of Word of Honor. This is likely to be a little bit different experience than the prior posts, when I was watching the eps as they aired, compared to now approaching the show as whole and complete. May be rummaging around for things I missed the first time through, stuff that takes on new meaning set in additional context – we’ll see how it goes.

With that in mind, spoilers for not just this ep but possibly for the entire series. Get out of the car now and come back later, if you haven’t seen all 36.5 eps and want to watch it unspoiled.

First thing to strike me, right up front: You know, I think we tend to lose sight in later parts of the show – when we’re getting Laopo!Zhou Zishu pouting so he doesn’t have to cook dinner - how terrifying ZZS is in his own right (and by “we,” I actually mean the show, too). One of the things the first few episodes gets right, I think, is the sense of eerie inevitability and dread created by both the falling lanterns of Tian Chuang and the blowing paper figures of the Ghost Valley, and how similar they are. I think it’s easy to lose that - when the lanterns and the paper figures are gone and our charming and adorable couple are busy being charming and adorable at each other, in between varying rounds of being wracked by guilt and PTSD – easy to lose that this is there too, part of them – both of them - under the skin. I think it’s particularly easy to lose that for ZZS, when he’s already done a lot of work, off-screen, pre-Episode 1, during the 18 months he was putting in those first six Nails, to come to some kind of equilibrium, and meanwhile we watch Wen Kexing’s entire torturous process play out on-screen. Wen Kexing’s story is one of reaching an equilibrium, but Zhou Zishu’s story is one of maintaining it, which I think may be less showy, but is equally valuable, just as I value the Four Seasons Manor arc, especially, for giving us a vibe of two adults comfortable in an already intimate relationship, as opposed to the veritable sea of will-they-won’t-they tug-of-war coming-together-for-the-first-time-as-emotional-AND-plot climax relationships that we’re usually awash in.

Anyway, straight up we’re introduced to an assassin who, we discover, doesn’t like to get blood on himself. It looks like metaphorical blood is fine, just not actual blood, but then we discover, well, maybe he’s not as OK with metaphorical blood as he schools himself to look. Also that conversation with Li Jingan about her dad having to die because he’s a traitor to the country – I now wonder how much of that particular conversation Zhou Zishu mentally brings to the table in later conversations about his own father being executed for the same reason. Also, wait wait wait. Zhou Zishu tells Jingan that he took Jiuxiao’s body back to Four Seasons Manor and buried him next to their shifu, but I don’t remember seeing another grave there, other than Qin Huaizhang’s and his wife’s. Script inconsistency, or are you supposed to be lying, ZZS? I mean, would you be so downcast at the state of Four Seasons Manor when you arrive with your husband and son for your honeymoon, if you’d actually been there only a couple of years before? It didn’t fall to pieces overnight. Also, HAIRPIN FORESHADOWING ALERT. Our first sign of how important the hairpin is, the way ZZS’s impassive face cracks wide open when he sees the hairpin that Jiuxiao made and realizes he must have given it to Jingan. Clearly important!

Mmm. Here’s a point for the “Prince Jin is a f’kn asshole” list – Prince Jin wants ZZS to deal with Bi Changfeng personally when Bi Changfeng requests to leave Tian Chuang. And OK, ZZS is the leader of Tian Chuang. But you’re never going to convince me Prince Jin wants ZZS to deal with it personally because Prince Jin is actually so very furious that Bi Changfeng made a mistake. You will never convince me this isn’t a … it’s not even a test of loyalty, at this point, because Prince Jin has no reason to think yet that ZZS is anything other than the faithful hunting dog on a leash that he’s been, lo, these many years. Putting ZZS in a position where not only is he losing the last of the direct disciples of Four Seasons Manor, but he’s being asked to (as good as) kill him with his own hands - it’s just cruelty for the proof of your power and influence over someone. Also, given Prince Jin’s later diatribe about how everyone leaves him OMG (have you considered it’s your personality?) (But also Beiyuan! I know who you are now, and yeah, I would have let Wu Xi bride-kidnap me away from this jerk, too), I have to wonder if Prince Jin isn’t trying to make ZZS feel exactly as isolated as he, himself, feels, as part of his overall desire to make sure that ZZS has no one other than Prince Jin so that their positions are parallel – only having each other in the whole world. I also have to wonder if he’s not hoping for precisely the reaction ZZS has to Bi Changfeng – you’d rather be dead than be with me? Because that hurts, you can see it on ZZS’s face (thanks already, Zhang Zhehan), and I rather suspect Prince Jin wants it to hurt. I notice we get an echo of this later in the ep, with Prince Jin saying pretty much the same thing when ZZS asks for the final Nail. GOOD. I hope it hurts you just as much. I wonder if ZZS realizes this while he’s kneeling there in the throne room. It’s probably too late for him to get any satisfaction out of it.

OH, HEY. That’s HAN YING already, one of the two people accompanying ZZS to put down Bi Changfeng, looking super-pained like he knows what this is all costing his beloved. Han Ying, I really hope you got to tap that at least a few times before ZZS made his break for it. Is that one of the reasons Prince Jin seems to have such antipathy for you, or is it really just that he can’t stand the idea of someone whose loyalty to ZZS is greater than their loyalty to Prince Jin, himself? (Seriously, y’all, why is there not much much more Han Ying/ZZS fic?) Meanwhile Duan Pengju, omg, this asshole, is already looking smug and punchable. Really, he’s kind of enjoying the Seven Nails placement a little too much. Showing your hand pretty fast on the petty evil thing, show.

So, one thing I didn’t catch the first time around, is that ZZS isn’t just self-injuring to punish himself when he takes the knife to his chest – he re-opens wounds on all the places where the first six Nails have already been placed, so it will look like the placement is fresh. If you can’t tell he hasn’t just put them in, there’s no reason for anyone else (read: Prince Jin) to suspect he’s bought himself some time before he loses his senses. As far as anyone knows, he’s going to fall over with locked-in syndrome any day now. Which just makes the implications of Prince Jin vowing that he’s only letting him go for now EVEN ICKIER. For all Prince Jin knows, what he’s going to get back is a flesh doll that will just lie there, although I guess on the plus side, ZZS would never leave him again. Thanks, show, I need a shower, now.

ZZS says all the right things to argue his case to Prince Jin – he’s only good as a weapon, he has no skills nor utility for building and governing the country – and I think partly this is because he just knows the right things to say. I mean, you don’t become the Number Two guy in the country, with thousands under you and only one above you, if you can’t play imperial politics. But I also wonder if deep down he doesn’t actually believe it – he was successful at building Tian Chuang, but he couldn’t maintain Four Seasons Manor and even drove it to ruin. So, I’ll just be over here, clutching my chest, over my heart. Fortunately, Zhang Zhehan provides quick distraction from this pain, and I … Y’all. I can’t. I just. I CANNOT. When ZZS drops to his knees and starts stripping in the throne room. Just. Mmmmmrgh. THIS VISUAL. Although, you want to know what one of the hottest parts actually is? That pair of leather bracers hitting the floor on top of his belt, and ZZS isn’t even in the shot at that point. OK, fine, I am willing to read some dirtybadwrong fic with this whole scene premise at its heart, even if it does include Prince Jin. Zhang Zhehan, you are KILLING ME. I might have rewound this part. More than once. You can’t prove anything.

Aaaand then we get that gorgeous, painful shot of ZZS riding out into the snow that I know I’ve talked about before (including the way I get an odd echo of Lan Xichen off of it). There are several places in this ep where the cinematography is to die for, and this is one of them, the bleakness of the landscape and Zhang Zhehan (and his FACE) deep in that shadowing cloak against the stark snow as he rides out into freedom and the unknown. Then cut to somewhere green and forested. Interesting that the show starts with snow and ends with snow. That parallel with the imperial cage says some things about immortality that could stand to be unpacked – but later. Because ZZS is putting his face on – literally – and I am once again in pain, only it’s not the good kind of pain. It’s caused by that dreadful fake facial hair. There are some things that could be unpacked here, as well, about the fact that making ZZS supposedly unattractive involves a clearly fake goatee, a single aesthetically placed scar, and darkening his skin. I’m going to try to step carefully here, because this is kind of out of my lane, but it is … a noticeable thing. That probably ought to be noted.

So, ZZS takes just a moment to turn his (fake) face up to the sun and feel the warmth on it … and then with 10 minutes left, we’re on our way to Ghost Valley, where there’s some chaos and then Hanging Ghost gets got by a Mysterious Stranger To Be Revealed Later, who chokes him out (remember this). The Mysterious Master of Ghost Valley appears dramatically on his High Ledge to Make Some Pronouncements while playing with some walnuts omg (rolling two of them in one hand – remember this), and we see his eyes, which are partially obscured by chunky sidebangs, which are farther forward on his forehead than we’re going to see later, not only hiding some of his face but making it look more angular. The troops get berated, shit rolls downhill, and another dude gets choked (remember this) as Ghost Valley Master’s hair continues to artfully hide most of his face and he worries about his manicure post-kill (remember this). War is declared on Hanging Ghost for stealing the Glazed Armor, and more chaos is set into motion.

All of that takes literally two minutes, and then we cut to three months later, and no one realizes it yet, but the fam is getting together. ZZS is tits out in the gutter - only beginning his career of being a minx who flashes his collarbones an awful lot for someone who has Very Secret Scars He’s Hiding On His Chest - happily drinking himself to death in the sun (we really need to talk about this correlation of snow and immortality vs. sun and happiness …). Meanwhile, slo-mo shot of Wen Kexing looking precious and perfect, with delicate pink lips and dove-grey robes, as he checks out the rough trade in the gutter. Oh, the expectations this show is getting ready to smash. We cut from a shot of pristine precious WKX to ZZS holding up his hand, and we get a shot of the sun through ZZS’s fingers looking an awful lot like some shots of characters halo’d in light that we’ll get back to much much later in the show. Chengling appears out of nowhere to be Best Boy. A-Xiang is purple and smol and ready to brawl, and I already love her. I already love them all! So much! Here are my delicate and precious feelings, show, go ahead and stomp all over them!

#zhou zishu #prince jin #han ying #wen kexing #gu xiang #zhang chengling #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

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ksyescribe · 4 years

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Warmth

Prompt: A nightmare has you rushing out of your room in an effort to escape your thoughts. You just don’t expect to find him at your door.

Ship: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Content: Hurt/Comfort??? I don’t know honestly, they both work through some of their stuff

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This stupid fucking idea WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. I honestly wanted to drop it so badly but instead. It kept pestering me. Now here we are. It’s probably VERY rough but I hope you guys live it nonetheless :’)

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Your lungs are filled with smoke.

Breathing hurts. You feel like you’re burning inside out.

You can hear the crackling of the fire in the distance but you can’t find it in you to care.

You’re too focused on the scene in front of you.

Shoji, Midoriya, and Todoroki stand ahead of you confronting the villains who attacked the training camp.

You’re hidden behind one of the thickest trees you could find, waiting for an opening to launch your own personal attack.

Then you see it.

An opening.

The villains start hopping into their respective portals and then...

Dabi and Compress monologuing to your classmates.

Had this been any other time you’d roll your eyes. Perhaps taunt them at the way they fit every stereotypical villain trope.

But this isn’t any other time. So you move fast.

Without thinking too much you launch forward, your quirk turning you into a burning projectile.

As you move through the air, pieces of ice suddenly appear in front of you. They’re no match for the heat enveloping your body right now. In mere seconds, they’re puddles on the ground as you move forward.

All around you, you can hear the sounds of the battle below but you pay no mind to it. Instead focusing on the villains. Your brain calculating the angle you’d have to shift to to be able to capture them and avoid going through the portal.

But then, something unexpected happens.

Aoyama’s laser shoots through the bushes. The three boys scramble forward. Shoji catches on orb. Todoroki’s snubbed by Dabi.

And then...

Bakugou’s mere inches in front of you.

Somehow, your fire burns stronger.

No longer a sharp orange but instead a bright purple.

You’ve maxed out your temperature limit.

You can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when Bakugou’s right in front of you.

You stretch out your hand, desperately trying to reach him.

Bakugou, his eyes ever resilient, still hold a trace of fear.

You push, surpassing the limits of your quirk that were already being pushed to the brim.

Your body screams in agony, but with Bakugou still in front of you, you fight it.

That still doesn’t deter the scream of agony that seems to be bubbling up through your throat. You can’t stop that, but you can alter it somehow.

“Bakugou!” Your scream is raw pain. You pour every ounce of the pain you feel into it as your quirk continues to burn you alive.

All of your body is on fire except one part. Your right hand.

The one outstretched towards Bakugo.

The one that brushes against his fingertips for a split second.

Then, nothing.

The warp gate is gone. Bakugou gone with it.

A wail of agony slips through your clenched teeth. And as you slam into the wall of trees that stood behind the warp gate another scream of pain rips itself from your mouth.

Everything burns. Your body, your pride, your heart.

You exhausted yourself, damaged your body, and put yourself through hell all just to let Bakugou slip away.

You can’t help the cries that you let out. Ear piercing wails, heavy with pain and agony.

You can hear people calling your name but all you can do is let out sobs. And then suddenly you feel your flames rile themselves up again.

You try to bite it back but suddenly a scream makes its way up your throat and then-

Suddenly you’re shooting up, tumbling from your bed onto the floor. You gasp for air as your eyes start to focus on the dark room around you.

The familiar surroundings of your UA dorm room slowly come back into focus. Coughing, you swivel your head around, your eyes passing over the familiar pieces of furniture and decor that decorate your room.

Turning back to the floor, you close your eyes and attempt to even out your breathing again. Slowly you take deep breaths.

I’m safe. I’m at UA I’m safe. No one can hurt me here. I’m safe.

You repeat this mantra to yourself, over and over again as your breathing evens out. You sit back, bringing your knees up to your chest as your heartbeat begins to simmer down as well.

The Training Camp. Kamino. Bakugou.

They plague your mind when you’re awake and your dreams when you’re asleep. It seems no matter what you try you can’t escape them. You take in a shaky breath as you squeeze your eyes shut.

It’s all over. You’re all safe and accounted for. Bakugou’s back safely. This is a win for you, so what are you so worried about?

But it’s not a win. In fact, this is the furthest thing from it. At best, it’s a stalemate. At worst, well a rather crushing defeat.

Parts of Kamino ward were left decimated, the entire ward nearly destroyed. And with it went All Might as well, no longer a Symbol of Peace.

You rubbed the heels of your palms against your eyes before slowly standing up. Your throat was scratchy, your head hurt, it was way too stuffy in this room. You had to get out for a bit. Maybe some fresh air would help clear your head. Maybe.

Pulling on a light hoodie, slippers and your water bottle you make your way out of your room.

Well, you would have been leaving your had you not found someone outside preparing to knock on your door.

Donning his trademark black tank top and sweats combo, Bakugou freezes in front of you as you open the door. His eyes are widen at your sudden appearance, fist paused mid way through the air, as he blinks trying to regain his composure.

It’s the first time either of you have seen each other since the training camp. You take in his appearance, paying close attention to the exposed skin on his arms. All things considered, he look good, healthy even. No new scars or injuries as far as you can see.

Your analysis of Bakugou’s physical state is interrupted by a choked sound. Your eyes immediately focus on his face, expecting him to be sporting an expression of pain. Instead, his eyes are wider than before, with his mouth slightly agape as he zeroes in on an area of your body. Following his gaze, you feel your face heat up as you realize what he’s staring at.

In your hurry to leave, you hadn’t placed your sweater on properly. The right sleeve had slid down to your elbow, revealing white bandages that encased your arm and your shoulders.

Bakugou could see that they didn’t just end there. In fact, on closer inspection, he saw that the bandages disappeared beneath your clothing. From what he’d heard, it was more likely that they wrapped the entirety of your body. Awkwardly you pull the sleeve back up around your shoulder, zipping it up the middle to hide the rest of your body away. Bakugou observes your actions, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

Clearing his throat, he breaks the silence, “Can I, uh, come in?”

You find yourself nodding before you speak up, “Yeah sure. I’m just going to get some water really qui-”

He holds up a single finger, “Wait here.”

Nodding slowly, you watch in confusion as Bakugou walks briskly down the hallway. Not even a minute later, he’s making his way back up the hall towards you, two water bottles in his possession.

“Can we talk now?”

You nod silently, moving back to let him into your room. After he’s brushed past you, you close the door quietly. Setting down your bottle, you walk over to the balcony, opening the doors to let a bit of fresh air into the room.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you mutter as you push the doors to the side, “but I was also going to get some fresh air.”

Bakugou lets out a hum of acknowledgment, “Hard time sleeping?”

You offer him a small one-sided smile, “Yeah. Something like that.”

You take a seat on the floor, your back pressed up against one of the cold glass doors of the balcony. Bakugou comes over to sit next to you, a sigh escaping from his lips as his skin touches the glass. Silently he hands you one of the bottles he brought before. With a quiet thanks, you unscrew the cap and take small sips of water, relishing the moisture that it provides your otherwise dry mouth.

Silence envelops your room, the only sound coming from the rustle of the leaves as the wind passes by. You close your eyes for a second, letting the fresh air wash over you, enjoying how it filters past your clothing to ease your warm skin.

Next to you, Bakugou takes in a small breath of air before speaking, “I heard what you did.”

Your eyes are still closed. The scenes of the forest flash behind your eyelids as Bakugou continues to talk.

“They told me you nearly killed yourself trying to save me.” He tries to keep his tone even, but tension slowly begins to fill the room. With a topic like this, avoiding difficult conversations is near impossible.

You swallow another sip of water, fingers instinctively tightening around the plastic bottle. Trying to save face, you let out a small laugh, “It wasn’t even that bad,” you say, waving off Bakugou’s concern, “They’re just exaggerating.”

Bakugou knows you too well to fall for your tricks. You’ve done this before, waving off other’s concerns only to land yourself in dangerous situations. He’s not letting you get off so easily this time. Especially not with the current state of your body.

A scoff falls from his lips, “So I guess the bandages are just for show then? New aesthetic you’re trying out?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Bakugou,” you start off slowly, “I’m fine. They’re just skin wounds. They’ll heal over time.”

“Just skin wounds!? Are you listening to yourself right now?”

You sigh, too tired to have a battle with him over the severity of your injuries. Is it not enough that you have to suffer through the process of healing? According to the universe, it wasn’t, so they sent Bakugou here to scold you.

“You were burning alive when they found you,” he hissed, the temperature in the room rising. “That stupid bastard’s ice couldn’t even cool you down. You were melting right through it.”

A heavy sigh, then, “Not to mention, your body was literally fighting itself. Patches of skin trying to use the heat to repair itself and other parts kept lighting themselves up, thinking that your quirk was still in use.”

Heavy breaths fill the room until finally, Bakugou’s voice drops, “You were out cold for five days. Three of those days, they spent accommodating the shifting temperatures of your body. Two other days were spent with special healers to see if they could repair the damage done to your skin.”

“You almost died.” His voice trembles at the end of the sentence. You hear him take a shaky breath, rubbing your hands over your face trying to ease the hurricane of emotions you felt.

You hear shuffling, and suddenly you’re being pulled forward and into a solid, warm body. His arms wrap around you, maneuvering you gently so that your chests press into each other. Your head rests on his shoulder as his hands rub reassuring circles against your back. Your arms come around his back, pulling him closer to you while you breathe in his familiar scent.

“And then,” he mumbles, “I come back just to find you avoiding me.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you murmur into his neck.

“Yeah? So you just happened to avoid the common areas every single time I was there?”

You breathe in, about to answer him before he interjects, “And don’t say it was just a coincidence because I saw you peeking your head around corners trying to see if I was still around.”

You sigh frustratedly, “I just didn’t want you to see me like this. I knew you were going to blame yourself for it.”

Bakugo, somehow, pulls you closer, “That’s because it is my fault.” He presses his face into the crook of your neck, doing his best to stifle the words. But it’s too late. You’ve already heard them.

You pull away just a bit, pushing back against Bakugou’s chest breaking the contact between you. He lets out a sound of displeasure at the loss of contact but ultimately holds your gaze. You raise a hand up, cradling his face as you look at him.

“This wasn’t your fault,” you begin, shaking your head as you continue, “This was my body. My own quirk did this to me. I pushed myself past my limit. That’s on me.”

Bakugou’s eyes drop to the space between you, refusing to meet your gaze. You feel his body tense up below you, his hands tightening in the fabric of your clothing as he glared downward.

“They were after me. They attacked the training camp looking for me. Kamino was demolished because they were saving me. You pushed yourself past your limit because of me!”

Below you, you can feel the tremors that take hold of his body. Cautiously you use your hand to tilt his head up. His eyes were watery, blinking continuously to prevent tears from slipping out. Still, one managed to slip out, making a slow descent on the slopes of his face. Using your free hand, you wiped the tear away before cradling his head. Slowly you brought his head forward, tilting it downward as you pressed a small kiss to his forehead before pulling back.

“This isn’t your fault Bakugou,” you stroke his cheek as you continue, “Things were about to hit the fan sooner or later. Everyone felt that. It’s something that was bound to happen. It could’ve happened anywhere, to anyone. This isn’t on you.”

Bakugou holds your gaze for a moment before nodding. His face turns downward once again as the tears flow freely. You’re there, wiping away gently with the sleeves of your wrist as you cradle his head, planting small kisses on his forehead. You hold him, comforting him and murmuring reassuring words as he lets out the emotions he’d been harboring for days. His hold on you never falters.

Time passes as the two of you hold each other, making up for lost time. Bakugou’s shaking has simmered down into soft trembles. His forehead is pressed into your neck as he takes deep breaths, calming himself after his emotional release. Your hands rake through his head slowly as you continue to leave the occasional kiss on his forehead.

He takes a shuddering breath, “What happens now?”

He pulls back to look at you. Red rimmed eyes gaze at you, framed by furrowed eyebrows as he looks to you for an answer.

You sigh deeply, “We train. We grow. We get stronger.”

You pull one of his hands into yours, interlacing your fingers together, “So we’ll be ready the next time they come.”

Next time.

God. Could you handle a next time? Could he? You both know that the League is far from done with their meddling. They could come back at any moment. With stronger players and perhaps strong allies. And yet…

Bakugou nods at you, eyes determined, “Next time. We’ll be ready.”

His tone is infectious, and you find yourself nodding back at him.

Quietly, the two of you begin to untangle yourselves and rise together.

His hands come to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on the fabric of your sweats. You smile gently as you decipher the look on his face.

“Bakugou?”

He hums in response, eyes meeting yours again.

“Could you stay the night? I’ll, uh, sleep better if I know you’re safe with me.”

He nods, one of his hands moving to cradle your face, “Of course.”

He tugs you towards the bed, “Let’s go to bed.”

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《What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Nekoma Edition》

Yo-hoo! Here’s another part to this potential(?) series! I hope you enjoy the possible call-outs in some of these lmao. Writers block been kicking my ass recently but I had a lot of fun writing these. Enjoy <3

You can find the Karasuno ver. here

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Kuroo:

Have a hand fetish and will not say no to choking.

Daddy kink™

Will not accept anything below 6 inches.

More of a dog person but would love to own a black cat.

You drool over tattoos.

Your grades are mostly B’s but you know in your heart you deserve that A, and tbh you probably do. Chase ur goals bby.

Halloween is likely your favourite holiday.

You have to resist not to carve a dick into the pumpkin EvEry GodDAmN YeAr.

You either study for 6 hours consecutively or cannot study at all and you get very frustrated at this.

Have the potential to be a good leader and command the room but probably don’t put it to use as much as you should.

Your playlist parkours from sad 3am crying into your pillow songs to aggressive punk music you could rob a store to.

You like bad boys who hang around bars and look like they would put out a cigarette on your forearm and call you a slut. Just stating facts sweaty xoxo.

Either dress very feminine and girly with a ‘smol girl uwu’ aesthetic or a hardass punk who would kick your ass for a can of beer no in between and tbh both are equally hot.

You’re a big softie at heart either way and just want to be held and told everything will be okay.

Ur a hoe for when people stroke your hair or caress your chin it’s your ultimate weakness.

Watched Rick & Morty.

Twice.

Sleeves rolled up veiny forearms and donning a silver watch are your muse and something you fantasise about frequently.

Most of your memes are shitty top text bottom texts that are somehow funny and I don’t understand why lmao.

You call someone ‘bro’ even if it’s someone you’re immensely attracted to.

Did someone say ties? No it’s just ur dirty ass thoughts thinking about that hot business dudes attire from across the street and how you wish they were tied around ur wrists.

Probably had a crush on Jeff the Killer as a tween and are relentlessly haunted by your old Wattpad library.

Tbh any dark-haired dude with bedhead that screams rugged and probably not good for you is something that draws you like a moth to a flame.

You often question why every person you’ve fallen for has been a Scorpio and curse that tendency of yours.

Dw man they’re hot so I feel u.

Kenma:

Went through a ‘I’m not like other __’ phase and it’s something that you think about a lot and wish you didn’t.

Watched dan & phil as a kid.

Any mention of Pokemon has you turning into a rabid beast you get way too excited.

It’s cute though dw bby.

Pretty antisocial but interesting to talk to.

Your family often question how you’re able to sleep in till 3pm and judge you heavily for it.

Nocturnal night owl gang rise up.

Frequently have bags under your eyes but somehow manage to pull it off.

Listen to ASMR on the down-low and will never admit it to a single soul.

Frequently go on BL binges and have many related book marks.

You pray that someone will never find your laptop bc holy fuck the amount of smut on that.

You wear scarves & beanies even when it isn’t that cold outside.

100% went through a scene hair phase/attempted to.

You dye your hair a lot or REALLY want to.

You have a voice kink low-key so anyone with a pleasant/soothing sounding voice just gets u goin’.

Cats are your favourite animal and you either do or want to own several.

Would name them after video game/anime characters u fuckin nerd lol.

Speaking of cats ,you fantasise heavily about cat-boys and have a folder dedicated to them.

Oversized hoodies are your vibe and always ball the sleeve hems in your fist as a comfort mechanism.

Shopping centres are your worst nightmare and trigger your claustrophobia or social anxiety and honestly I feel that spiritually.

Have a cute sticky note collection.

You like a lot of music consisting of guitar and slow/soothing beats.

You also fw EDM/ techno on occasions.

Honestly wouldn’t wanna anger you since you have a seething temper when pushed far enough.

It’s the kinda temper that’s eerily quiet but no less terrifying, like the other person can tell you are graphically plotting their demise.

You love sleeping to the sound of rainfall and often play those nature ambience videos while you sleep.

Never tidy your sheets and it’s just a big scrunched up heap of fabric in the centre of your mattress most of the time.

Make your fucking bed.

Lev:

Your ships are chaotic and shamelessly controversial.

Would do something just for the sake of creating mayhem lmao.

You were the fucker who stuck their chewing gum under the desk, I see you.

Your brain never stops whirring it’s a constant hurricane of crackhead energy and you have no idea how to turn it off.

Would eat a stick of pencil lead for $2

You don’t help your situation with the amount of coffee/energy drinks you consume.

The class clown who cries themselves to sleep.

Such a wholesome dumbass but somehow kinda intimidating???

Even if you’re not confident you can do something you’ll try anyway and honestly I respect that about you.

You !! use!!! a lot??!! of!! random punctuation!!! so you always??!?!? seem!!111!! excited!!!!!11!?

Every time you’ve ever tried to make a sandcastle it has failed.

You tried to eat the sand once but we don’t talk bout that.

You would also pick up slugs and snails and chase your friends around with them.

Can never tell whether people are laughing with you or at you and while you don’t let it show it high-key bothers you when you’re laying alone in your room at night.

Not one to hold grudges, you carry a ‘shit happens’ mentality which is v good but it sometimes leads to people taking advantage of it or walking all over you.

Your meme collection is both questionable and horrifying.

Like how many cursed images and heavily distorted pictures does one person need.

Never organise the files on your PC/laptop so it looks like a complete dumpster fire.

The one at sleepovers who persistently woke everyone else up with their snickering and refusal to sleep till dawn.

For the love of Asahi charge your damn phone.

I see that red bar and ‘12%’

Charge it now.

Bought a plant one time, gave it a name and talked to it frequently.

It died not long after bc u forgot to fucking water it.

No one better ever make you responsible for a pet.

Type of person that when someone asks you to tag along on an endeavour no matter how stupid it is you will agree.

2am skydiving in france? hell yeah.

Midnight shopping spree and spending over half your pay check? count you in.

Exploring an abandoned hospital and performing an Ouija board to summon the demons of hell? you’re damn right you’ll be there.

I hope you have a mum friend by your side bc if not how are you still alive.

You sometimes put the milk in before the cereal and it’s something I’ll never forgive you for.

Yaku:

Very responsible and usually make the right decisions.

You do have moments where you act like a complete dumbass though.

Like u go from 50 year old to 5 year old in the blink of an eye.

A hopeless romantic but it’s a side you don’t often reveal.

Prefer strawberry milk over any other flavour.

You’re the type of person to shower twice a day w/o fail.

Where that stank smell coming from? Not you clearly bc your skin is basically 90% The Body Shop’s rose scented soap at this point.

You get stomach aches a lot and you can’t figure out why.

Probably an allergy to everyone’s bs.

Really good at dirty talk even though you don’t seem the type so people are always taken aback.

You have to be really in the mood though otherwise it falls flatter than Oikawa’s ass, use your skill wisely.

You often call people clowns when you know you’re secretly the biggest one going.

Honk honk, hoe.

You send messages in one paragraph rather than multiple texts unless you are REALLY excited.

People underestimate you at times then are shocked when they realise you are capable of being a fire-breathing dragon from the flaming pits of hell.

You like spicy chicken wings.

Such a petty little shit at times lmao.

Enjoy the view from the top of mountains so you either hike a lot or really want to.

Way more of a cat person since it’s just much more convenient for you.

Usually pretty cheerful or calm and people are drawn to your stable/friendly aura.

Went through a phase of drinking mountain dew and your body still feels the awful effects

Fav element is probably air.

You’re 5′6″ or shorter.

Box dyed your hair brunette several times and can never get the pigment out to this day.

Yamamoto:

Whenever you smell something weird in the room you always internally freak out and think it’s you.

Head-butting walls is your hobby.

You fell off your bike as a kid and still have the scar on your knee.

Probably have tons of ear piercings.

Would tame a pigeon and call it Larry.

You get frequent nosebleeds and can never tell if it’s a medical issue or your extreme simping for fictional men/women.

Hopefully the latter.

You constantly chew your pen/pencil in class so you never lend them to anyone out of embarrassment.

I really hope no one ever lends you stationery bc 30 minutes later it’ll look like it was mauled by a rabid rottweiler.

You really want to own a dog and would call it something intimidating like Banshee or Diablo.

You bleached your hair that one time and it almost fell out so now you’re forced to stay at least 10 metres away from all at-home hair dye products.

You tried your best though bby so A for effort, even if it did look like dehydrated ramen afterwards.

Your grades are mostly C’s and you’re barely passing bc you just don’t care about your classes lol.

Still though you’re actually pretty smart so put it to good use you lazy oaf, channel that crackhead energy into something good.

Your phone screen has several cracks in it from when you dropped it on the bathroom floor while shitting and you’ll always be angry at yourself for that.

You have some really weird quirks but you make it work.

Actually a v chill person but you just kinda attract chaos/trouble wherever you go.

Carry a lighter with you even when you don’t need one.

Shy texter but once people see you irl you are the complete opposite, you just dk how to text without coming across as awkward.

One of those people that’s unintentionally funny and always get confused when you make someone laugh but it makes you feel good regardless.

Have a cool necklace collection and own at least one dog-tag/army style pendant.

Should really consider buying a rabbit you would look so cute w/ one.

You have really nice legs and people should compliment them more.

Either severely dehydrated or overly hydrated to the point you are peeing pure tap water so for the love of god please learn moderation, your kidneys and bladder will thank you for it.

Inuoka:

Your favourite character would be Hinata but you like people taller than you so your love for Inuoka spawned.

You really enjoy using the double spiderman meme.

Cannot correctly verbalise your feelings without creating a minimum of 10 misunderstandings but once people are used to it it’s kinda endearing.

You usually wake up in a good mood and people can never fathom how or why.

You either stay up till 5am or you wake up at that time no in between.

A morning person bc you love the sunrise.

Change your lock-screen very regularly bc you get bored.

Your humour consists solely of poop jokes.

When you don’t understand a joke you laugh anyway and hope they don’t ask you if you actually get it.

Happened once and you’re still traumatised from the cricket silence that fell upon the room.

Really like the taste of lemonade and drink it more often than you should.

Often think about what you would look like with a shaved head.

More of an extrovert but def have occasional introvert tendencies where you wanna be left tf alone.

Never allowed to pick up anything in stores bc the last time you did you sniffed a scented candle and it shattered to the floor.

Constantly have spontaneous ideas of what to change about your appearance.

You use a lot of hand gestures like thumbs up and peace signs.

‘Dude’ and ‘lmao’ is 90% of your vernacular.

Your nails are a disaster, some are down to the nub while others are pretty grown out bc you only bite a select few please sort it out.

Look really good in red.

Your laptop has way too many tabs open from random google searches of words you didn’t know the meaning to.

You read a lot of books but for like 10 minutes at a time bc you have the attention span of a walnut.

You are the type of person to nuke your AO3 tags with things that aren’t even relevant purely bc you found them funny.

Your Tumblr drafts are a nightmare, you have like 100+ in the works yet keep starting new projects why do you do this.

Happy sunshine but you have a LOT of mood swings like that shit comes out of nowhere.

Cry pretty often but no one ever sees and it’s usually because of said mood swings.

You always smile and pick yourself up again though which I commend you for.

TYPES IN CAPITALS IN SITUATIONS THAT DO NOT REQUIRE SAID PUNCTUATION SO YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’RE YELLING ALL THE TIME.

#hq #haikyuu #nekoma #yaku morisuke #lev haiba #yamamoto taketora #kuroo testuro #kenma kozume #inuoka sou

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So I guess I should mention my anxiety and depression, they go up and down, so it’s not always bad. But when it gets bad, it’s pretty bad. I haven’t really had anyone to help me before. I have reoccurring nightmares and paralysis about my past relationship so I’d probably want him to know. Protective hyena over her man eater for sure 💚 but also I want to be protected, so depends on the situation really. Horny as fuck for him lmao very touchy and lovey. I’m already pierced meat so...

I haven’t written for Hannibal in the longest time (almost a year; barring the exception of that piece I wrote you about a month ago), so I might be a bit rusty, but I really wanted to gift @jokerslilhyena with a matchup for you and for Hannibal. I hope that you enjoy this, darling! Hanni and I both love you so much and we’re so so proud of you!💖

NSFW within.

Word count: 1, 924.

So I just want to start off by saying that Hannibal adores you. He is immediately intrigued by you; those intense chocolate eyes, your hair and the way it gently moves in the breeze, and upon deeper inspection, Hannibal realises that you are more than what you seem to be. Your fate is sealed with this realisation, though you don’t know it yet. Hannibal decides that he wants to get to know you on a more personal level and it's only too easy for him to tell that you have multiple demons, all of whom he wants to discover, too, and he thusly decides to introduce himself to you as a psychiatrist. In giving you this opening to be one of his patients, Hannibal is able to set into motion the plan to make you wholly dependent on him. Your life begins to change for the the better with Hannibal's presence and he quickly realises that you are someone who wants to be taken care of. You are strong and brave, and you can look after your own self, but, oh, how you have suffered, and for this reason he wants to take care of you. You are so young but exquisitely damaged, he thinks, he can smell the terrors in your past on you, and he longs to uncover the as yet incomplete tapestry which is Lilith. He savours every uncovered piece and in return does he reveal to you one of his.

Hannibal makes it so that you don't think that you can ever survive without him again. It isn't that he doesn't care for you, but it's in his own way. His love language is a complex one, but once you’re fluent, you come to understand just how loud it is. It’s in the smallest of things; the way he cooks you your favourite meals wordlessly when you have had a bad day, the way he allows you to cling to him in the middle of the day... Hannibal would truly be devastated if he ever lost you, though he also knows that nothing will ever come between the two of you because he will do anything to keep that from happening. You are his and he looks after you. It increases your dependence on him, which is what he wants, and the moment you stop loving him is the moment he no longer has a need for you. He doesn't worry about that, though, because he knows that what you have together is real and true. You haven't ever had anyone help you with your anxiety, BPD and depression, and you manage yourself well. Anyone who doesn't know what to look for will miss it, but he is a professional psychiatrist and Hannibal sees you. He sees all of you and he finds himself wanting to help you with no ulterior motive. You may be wounded and you may limp, but you are a Hyena and they have a nasty bite. Hannibal teaches you to find yourself, he nurtures you and helps you to bare your teeth without fear of being punished, and he takes the best care of you that he possibly can every single day. Why, he knows not, but Hannibal doesn't much care for reasoning. He cares only for the action and its consequence: a slow relationship which blossoms beautifully with his nurturing, your desire for him, and the love which comes to grow between you remains evergreen.

He takes time to get to know you, knowing that if he moves too fast you may run off; a wild animal are you. At first, you are merely psychiatrist and patient, but then one late afternoon, Hannibal asks you if you have eaten yet and you say no. Hannibal thus remarks that it is important to eat three meals a day, and he invites you to dinner. There is no escape now but even if it was presented to you on the silver platters which Hannibal so favours at his dinner parties, you wouldn't take it. Why would you, when everything you have ever needed or wanted is right there if you simply ask for it? You find yourself entangled in his web before you know it... by the time you realise it, it’ll be too late, but you don’t care. You love him and Hannibal comes to love you, too. During one session with Hannibal, you revealed to him the terrors of your past. You cried and you shook but that didn't stop you, and for that, Hannibal admired your strength. It was unusual in one so young, but so telling was it. He was angry, and rightly so, but Hannibal resolved to do all that he could to help you. Of everyone he had ever met, you were the one most worthy and the most deserving of kindness and of goodness, which told him that you were also the one who would want to receive his rare gift. By the time that you were wholly in love with him, he had already started to fall.

It was only a few months before Hannibal invited you to stay for the night, and within just a few hours did he come to learn of your nightmares and sleep paralysis. "What has the world done to you, my love?", he murmured in an attempt to soothe you. He relied on his training and what he knew of you to help you that night, and within a few nights had he fully mastered all the ways to help you. He was everything that you needed him to be even before you knew what you needed, so well does he know you. "It was not your fault, Lilith, and you did not deserve such abhorrent treatment. Were he not dead, I would kill him myself as an anniversary present." You laughed, but your heart wasn't in it. Not really, but all the same did you appreciate the sentiment. Your protective nature and your want to be protected are both circumstantial and Hannibal fulfills both. He always knows what you need before you need it and he knows how you need it, and in this way does he make sure that you do not stray from his side. Depending on the situation, you are strong but you are also capable of voicing when you want to be helped. You have gone through so much more than anyone should ever have to goes through but you carry yourself with dignity. Even people close to you are not fully aware of your struggles, but one look and Hannibal knows.

When people get too close to you or to Hannibal, the other person is quick to angle their body in a protective manner. You often go out together, to see the Opera or simply to take in the sights of the city, and you are always touching in one way or another. Hannibal likes to keep his hand on the small of your back, so that he can touch as much of you as he can all at the same time, and the heat of his hand seeps through the baggy clothes which you favour. He grounds you and makes you feel safe, always. You are always his greatest priority and a matter of life and death. It is his loudest love confession but only you have ever stopped to listen. Your protective nature is amusing to Hannibal but he wouldn't want you any other way, for it is proof that you care as deeply as you say that you do. Words are cheap but actions are reliable and in this way does Hannibal understand that you are the perfect recipient for his rare gift, which no other has ever wanted. He appreciates it and he appreciates you and he does what he can to repay the favour in small ways. This includes cooking your favourite breakfast meal without being asked, buying you clothes which fit you perfectly and are your preferred style and aesthetic, and protecting you just as fiercely as you protect him. To Hannibal's thinking, you deserve the world and he wants to give it to you. For someone who has so deeply been hurt in her life, for someone who has so deeply gotten to know this rare gift bestowed upon them and wanted it, Hannibal is forever loyal and he will protect you until the day he dies.

You are unashamed when it comes to physically expressing yourself. There is nothing that you wouldn't allow Hannibal to do to you, and with everything that you have ever gone through, Hannibal takes it as a true mark of devotion and trust. He will not break it, he will not break you, but instead does he replace your marks of violence and your horrific scars, your traumas and your pains with love. He is tender and compassionate, impassioned, and if anyone can keep up with your sexual appetite, it's Hannibal. On the nights when you cannot or will not sleep, kept awake are you by nightmares, sleep paralysis, or stress, Hannibal will use his body to put your own to the test. Physical exhaustion most often wins out over these things, especially after three to four rounds of the same. Always will he coax multiple orgasms out of you. "You taste positively divine, dearest." and he laps at you like you are the first and only meal of the day. If you are not into that, then Hannibal will be able to derive the way that you taste from the way that you smell; for all five senses are engaged when one eats. You’re also very loving and very affectionate, and Hannibal can read you like a book. He knows when you want cuddles, he knows when and how you want to be kissed, and he always knows what you want even before you do; you are his open book, his Lilith, his Hyena, his One, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Many a crime scene stands as testament to that unspoken vow.

You are extremely creative, skilled both with words and artistically, and Hannibal supports you in this as in everything. He is an artist too, and one of the ways in which he tells you that he loves you is to leave sketches of you in places that he knows you will find. You work hard academically, and you are under more stress than someone your age should be. As such, Hannibal does what he can to help you, to guide your way, and he handles your finances; he lets you pay for nothing, not that he tells you that. You know, of course you do, but it is yet another unspoken thing between you. You do many things for the other without saying a word, such is the nature of your relationship, and it isn't unusual for one of you to suddenly whisper a "thank you" to the other, but no "you're welcome" comes; it's all in the way you're tightly gripped onto, the way you both nuzzle into each other, the way you become each other as naturally does Hannibal slip both within your psyche and within your body; so completely do you love him that he brings all of your trashed and scattered pieces back together as naturally as he breathes. You give him ample reason to not be caught, to keep his freedom, and in return, he lives for you. You are meant to be, dearheart, and only a fool would question it.

#hannibal lecter

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The Untamed, episode 45 - watching notes

I'm at this stage of fandom rn where it's really hard to concentrate on anything else 😅

Every song I listen to gets dissected for how it relates to wangxian

I need to concentrate on my thesis but instead I'm pondering how the untamed raises questions about collectivism vs individualism and how my western perception of that might differ greatly from a native chinese person or even the author's intention

Can't I just write my thesis about THAT?

Alas, I digress ...

Back to our regular programming :D

Last time one Sophie watches the untamed wwx went all Sherlock on us and used his formidable skills of deduction to expose Backpfeifengesicht's plan of killing everyone and blaming it on wwx

I've heard from several people that the next few episodes are their favourites, so no high expectations at all :D

Nobody wipes the blood on their chins away. Might be about the aesthetic

I adore detective-duo-wangxian so much!! Especially because wwx does 99% of the talking but then lwj will chime in with a single word and it's 100% devastating :D

If anyone knows any well written case-fics for these two, please, I need recs! (For after the show)

Backpfeifengesicht makes good one point and that is that jgy already is at the top of the cultivation world. So what does he gain from all this?

Or is it simply that he's afraid of wwx because he's a rebel and might act against him? (Don't answer that. I wanna find out through the show ;))

Wwx just casually revealed that he's been to cloud recess and that he handles went to the restricted section forbidden chamber. What will you do about, Lan Qiren? Huh? 😂

Oooh! Backpfeifengesicht is the ghosted faced man! I thought it was Jiggy himself!!! 😱

That makes way more sense though!

Lan Sizhui! Jin Ling! Oh you brave boys! 😭

Someone hold me 😭

But why does he not take zidian now? He's done so before!

"You little fool!" Is "I love you" in Jiang-Cheng-speak :D

"We're done for! What can we do??" - wwx *strips*

Sorry

Bahahaha 😂😂😂

I just burst out laughing waaay to loudly for the fact that I've got people sleeping in the room next to mine

But look at Lan Qiren when he sees wwx strop to reveal anat is probably his nephew's undershirt 😂😂😂

He's probably questioning every decision that's let him to this point :D

This is completely inconsequential,but I couldn't keep quiet about it anymore because I every time he makes this motion, it always sends a shiver down my spine!!! Notice that wwx (or rather Xiao Zhan) is one of these people whose fingers bend in the opposite direction??? I know it's just a normal thing some people can do, but I can't watch it!! It makes my fingers hurt just looking at it 🙈🙈🙈

Is he turning himself into a demon lure flag?? 😱

Lan Jingyi 🥺🥺🥺

Also does wwx now just transfer his self-sacrificing tendencies to lwj?

Nothing is as hot as these two together in a fight scene

Jiang Cheng doesn't want to leave them behind. He does care! :') he just never unlearned how to unravel his love from his anger

Sizhui running up to greet his dads :')

Look at them! I'm soft guys 💔

He called him Yuan!! 😭😭😭

So this is it. Any doubts I ever had about Sizhui's identity are gone

Will he finally recognize him??

Why don't you say anything lwj? This one time, I beg you!!

Sect Leader Yao still at his gossip shit even 16 years later 🙄

Lam sizhyi is seasick! Why is this so cute! 😭

Oh Wen Ning!! He recognized A-Yuan? Right?

I want to hug Lan Sizhui for his openness and kindness towards everyone he meets, no matter their status or what other people say about them! (Wen Ning now or who he thought was Mo Xuanyu the supposed mad-man) and I wanna hug lan Wangji right after for raising him to be like this :')

Oh Wen Ning! 😭

That's how I'd look at Sizhui, too, if I met him - poor unadulterated wonder :')

And just think about what that means for Wen Ning! He's not the last of the Wens! All their fight wasn't for nothing. This child, their legacy, survived 😭😭😭

"Can I call you A-Yuan" "Of Course." God I'm gonna burst into tears 😭

I'm actually bursting into tears!!

Isn't this the dream of anyone who has ever lost someone? :')

"He's like a brother and father to me" :')

And he raised him from when he was 4 or 5? So ... A-Yuan was about 2 when the Wens died? Right? Then 5 would fit with lwj's 3 year isolation

Ob god, it's the butterfly-toy!!! 😭😭😭

Wen Nings smiling through his tears! I can't! 😭💔And he's got the one from the market!

Aww, wax isn't wearing the white undergarment anymore. Too bad

Oh poor Jin Ling ...

So much grieve that he could probably never process. There so many lost kids in this story, hurt by things they had no control over 😔

I mean, I get it. That's the person who killed his parents (without being in control, but he doesnt know that) and everyone is just talking to him as if it's normal and that didn't happen. But he can't forget,but he doesnt really understand either and he has no outlet. Of course he'd just ... crash 😥

And who would have thought I'd ever try at a flashback of Jin Zixuan's death :(

For once, it'd be nice if the adults actually acted like the parent figures they're supposed to be and explain things to their children 🤦‍♀️

I'm so thankful though, that no one even thinks of scolding him for crying. Jismg Cheng only asked who it was that made him cry (and looks like he'll kick their ass). Generally, thus show has a very healthy attitude towards tears. Most characters cry when they are faced with tragedy, regardless of gender. Men being allowed to have appropriate reactions to grieve (instead of a single men tear or just punching things) is really nice to see

Oh Yao dude whose courtesy name I can't remember, shut up!

Thanks Ouyang Zizhen! You get me

I live for these children standing up to their elders

Meanwhile Nie Huaisang is just on the sidelines, enjoying the show :D never change!

The Lotus Pier theme song alone is making me cry rn 😢

Why can't wen Ning come in?

Oh Sizhui!

He many times do you want to make me cry happy tears today?? :')

Little turnip-baby ❤

But why doesn't lwj say anything ??? 😭

Lan Wangji raised A-Yuan smong a bunch of rabbits??? 😭

Now he's a turnip baby with a taste for carrots, how cute is that? :')

Holy shit, wwx and lwj are really joined at the hip these days of lwj won't enter the hall if wwx isn't allowed to :D

Lwj 😑 "no misbehaviour"

Someone. Knows. Their. Husband.

Okay sorry, but as painful as these cuts must have been and yes, while you do see scars on this prostitute's face, they in no way warrant these horrified gasps as of they had all seen a monster 🙄

Xue yang. Fancy seeing you here in this not at all disturbing sub-plot 😬

Okay that's creepy. That's really creepy

Shouldn't Jin Guangyao have a bit more compassion for these women?

On the other hand, he was born to menacingly stand behind a curtain 🤷‍♀️

W. T. F. ????

Jin Guangshan??? o___O

That's the most skin we've ever seen on this show and it's in a scene like THIS? 😬

THIS IS HOW JIN GUANGSHAN DIED? 😱😱😱

How?

How can you die from sex?

And then jgy made them keep going?

UGH

These poor women :/

So there's someone who set her free on purpose, right?

Bicao has really interesting eyes!

Oh wait, took me some time to catch up. This is about Quin Su and why she killed herself, right?

WHAT??

They were siblings o_O

They just went full game of thrones on this ...

Hey Jin Guangshan, screw you for raping that woman

Wait, is that why jgy had him die like THAT?

I'm so confused about how that happened btw

But why would Jin Guangyao merry quin su anyway? Was this some kind of political marriage that he couldn't call off?

This episode answered some of my questions but raised about a dozen more 😅

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose

5 episodes to go. I'm both happy because I can't wait to brows the untamed tag without looking for spoilers and extremely sad 🥺

Right now I'm planning to watch one episode each day until friday and then watch the last two on Saturday, hopefully quite early, so I can spend the rest of the day crying my eyes out over it, without having to worry about such trivial things as being a functioning adult or a responsible student 😅

#the untamed #sophie watches the untamed #wei wuxian #wwx #lan wangji #lwj #wangxian #jiang cheng #jin ling #lan sizhui #wen ning #a-yuan #(I'm so happy i can put this tag here again 😊)#jin guangshan #jin guangyao #ouyang zizhen #the untamed liveblog

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persephunee · 4 years

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Psycho, But it’s Okay thoughts (SPOILERS AHEAD):

Non spoiler quick thoughts: absolutely in love with this drama. Tim Burton vibes. Super dark. Definitely need more !!!!! I missed Kim soo Hyun :)

FIRST OF ALL I have to praise the animation in this drama and the way it’s encorporated into the show because honestly just WOW. I think the scene where it’s stood out the most is the scene with Moon Sang Tae (played by Oh Jung Se), where the animation/art transforms and pulls us into his dream world/mind desperately running away from the butterflies. I just think it’s done so well how they bring these books to life, and make them part of the real story. It adds this dark magic to the show.

The other thing I loved is how well directed and written this show is and it’s only one episode in!!! Everything from the aesthetics/cinematography, to the pacing of the story is flawlessly done. It keeps this serious dark Tim Burton style vibe, while also somehow maintaining all the little cliche things we love about Korean dramas (like those intense stares and close ups hehe). I think bringing the story full circle by the end of the episode was clever, and smart because it ties the animation and story from the start to something more tangible. Of course you guess that the story that’s narrated in the beginning relates to our two leads, but to use that tiny reveal moment to create tension between the characters was very well done. The flashbacks corresponding to the same story and scenes (but this time live action) was also a really good way to bring it all together, but in a way that makes you want to know more. It reveals the characters connection, but leaves enough mystery to keep the viewer hooked.

These next things I’ll leave as dot points because honestly I’m a bit at a loss for words and can’t put the rest of my thoughts into cohesive sentences:

- THE CLOSE UP OF KIM SOO HYUN’S BODY WAS UNNECESSARY BUT ALSO KIND OF NECESSARY . I get it was a way to show his scars... but oooooofffff it seriously killed me.

- The dark humour had me cackling !!!!!!

- I’m worried that the show might not show mental illness in the best light... however so far it’s not TOO BAD, and I have a feeling that the overall message of the story will be good. TVN has ventured into some mental health topics before but never to this extent so it’ll be interesting to see if I end up agreeing or disagreeing with it’s portrayal of mental health. The patient throwing up on Kim Soo HYUN’S character was a bit much, but also slightly dark humour and I honestly thought it was kind of funny? However I can see it being triggering for people as well and how it could potentially be problematic. Otherwise, I really liked that the little girl still loved her father and in the end you could see she knew he was just very sick and that what he really needed was to be helped. There’s a lot to unpack here, but I think as the story moves along we’ll see more and be able to have a better understanding of the writers overall message.

-I mentioned it above but the animation was amazing and I seriously want to buy these books... But I don’t think they exist in real life :(

- I love the irony of Moon Young being a children’s book author, even though she’s this super dark person who clearly has a lot of trauma and issues from her past/childhood etc.

-Oh I love Kang-Tae’s best friend as well!!!!!!!!!! He’s so funny and I have a feeling he’s gonna bring some of that levity and comic relief to the show. He’s so dramatic and hilarious, but you see as well that he truly cares for Kang-Tae (Kim Soo Hyun) and his brother a lot. It’s also good to see that Kang Tae’s character isn’t this isolated loner, that he does have someone in his life that’s there to support him because he obviously has trauma’s of his own.

-omg how can I forget to say THE ACTING IS AMAZING!!!!

- Seo Ye Ji shower scene 👀👀 I don’t think I need to say anymore than that. Also the fact that it’s usually the guy that gets a shower scene hehehe I just enjoyed that :D

Ok so that’s all my random thoughts about episode 1

#사이코지만괜찮아 #psycho but it’s okay #Kim soo hyun #seo Ye ji #this drama is amazing so far i cry

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milja-svartur · 5 years

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LFRP - Milja Svartur

She's in that femme fatale territory; A captive slave who's been recently liberated and has acquired a taste for blood in the process. Very familiar with being objectified in the past, Milja now utilizes this to her advantage to exact vengeance/catharsis. Having been swept up into the throes of a traveling caravan known as "The Hiraeth Haj" early on, she had been initiated into a life of crime practically from the moment she left the Wood.

Presently on the payroll for Reign Enterprises, Milja is a self trained healer who picked up on a great deal of Astromancy during her years with the Hiraeth Haj, and is surprisingly adept with maiming as much as she is with mending. Reputed to be very sweet, pleasant, and polite, direct interactions may reveal there's a lil somethin'-somethin' off. While often flirtatious, she can occasionally seem naive about the world around her, and has been described as "unhinged"

"You've been kind enough to take me under-wing, but I am afraid I do not have a singular answer-- I desire to help as much as hurt, heal as much as maim-- but I am selective in both. I can don a smile amidst a house on fire with the best of 'em. Should you demand it, I could stroke an ego as well as a cock; But even I have my limits, and I can say with certainty that is far exceeding them."

The Basics ––– –

Name: Milja Svartur. City name: “Cherry Blossom”

Age: 33

Birthday: 4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Viera, Veena

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Withheld

Server: Balmung

Alignment: True Neutral, though may occasionally present as Chaotic Neutral.

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Glossy bone white interspersed with a deep mauve-pink

Eyes: Dilute amaranthine, like Althyk Lavender

Height: 5 fulms, 8 ilms

Build: Bodacious: lean with ample feminine curves

Distinguishing Marks: She wears a collection of faded scars like souvenirs. They riddle her body, though are not terribly noticeable without looking closely. While she has no permanent tattoos, Milja is often marked with elaborate henna patterns on her hands.

Common Accessories: She typically wears any variation of gold collar, of which she has a perpetually growing collection of. While not an accessory, she favors wearing dark make-up and accentuates it with gilt and gold dust powders.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Employee of Reign Enterprises: Seduce and Destroy most of the time, but eye candy for the rest of it. Escort for hire.

Hobbies: Writing haikus, indulging in various cultural events, all sorts of entertainment, singing, gathering herbs, gutting men like fish, baking, eating at various establishments, and working with her hands.

Languages: Eorzean Common, fluent in body language.

Residence: A small apartment in the Mist, though she’s at home enough out in nature.

Birthplace: Othard, Skatay Range

Fears: Disappointing those she values the opinion of, ever finding herself in captivity again, one-sided relationships, being useless or insignificant, Leeches, and to a lesser extent, Crocs.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Kaja (Mother), Styr (Father)

Siblings: None (at least none that she is aware of.)

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional Information ––– –

Smoking: No, thank you.

Drugs: Hard pass.

Alcohol: Will indulge socially, exclusively in the presence of those trusted. Finds excessive drinkers to be weak in character.

Historic Information ––– –

Milja was a child of the Wood in a Veena tribe which settled high in the Skatay Range during the Garlean occupation of Dalmasca. Being a very traditional tribe, rather than be exiled and bring shame to her kin, she voluntarily elected to leave and go out into the world to experience other places, people, and cultures at 25 years old. Within the first few months she was swept up into the throes of a traveling caravan in Othard by a Roegadyn named Ous, lured with sweet promises he could hardly deliver on. Essentially Ous and his lackeys were land pirate con-men, gamblers, slavers; Criminals who were known in various circles between The Far East and Eorzea as "The Hiraeth Haj".

What began as a consensual relationship was revealed to be something else shortly after embarking on her journey, and young Milja was essentially held captive, circumscribed to a life not her own and hid away from the world under less than pleasant circumstances. At 33 (recent/present), the particular caravan she was associating with was targeted by Reign Enterprises, which Milja believed had been employed to deal with the travelers by some organization or another, surely miffed by one of their many transgressions. During this exchange, the vardo where Milja resided went up in flames, and she was extracted by Dravitus, head of Reign Enterprises, where she has been employed since. As for the circumstances surrounding the events of her liberation; Very little information is known, save for the hushed rumors which circulated upon her enlistment into Reign Enterprises and have since settled down.

Find more information, art, and aesthetics - https://milja-svartur.tumblr.com/

RP Hooks ––– –

Viera Proud: While she may no longer have as close ties to the Wood as she once held, and is contented with the life she leads now, Milja occasionally pines for the culture and kin she has voluntarily left behind. She is interested in other Viera and the circumstances which surrounded their departure (or continued connection) to the Wood.

Seduce & Destroy: Comfortable in her own skin, Milja tastefully flaunts what she has and will utilize feminine wiles as a means to an end. As an employee of Reign Enterprises, she engages in less than decent exchanges (up to a point) to advance initiatives as they may benefit her employer, but she will also engage in more recreational exchanges.

Teacher’s Pet: Opportunities to bring new (illicit) business and forge connections with other criminal contacts for Reign Enterprises brings Milja the biggest rush. Looking for business opportunities? Share your pitch. She’s more than happy to lend a long, fluffy ear, and perhaps even a hand.

Unwitting Savior: Milja is, by nature, empathetic and nurturing. She is also subtly sadistic, which results in a taut dichotomy that primes her to fill the role of someone’s errant heroine. Your character is in a tight place? Being abused or taken advantage of? Is subjected to the whims of a badguy™? Call Miss Milja-- service with a sadist’s smile.

Bad Girl with a Good Heart: While she may engage in criminal activity, enjoy brutalizing, dress like a high class harlot, and is capricious as they come, she is is loyal to the core. Milja is a good ol’ fashioned ride or die lady (you heard it right, underneath what very little clothing she wears, she is, in fact, a proper lady) who looks out for those she cares for while operating under her own set of conditions: doing bad things for the right reasons.

OOC/Contact Information ––– –

I am happy to entertain walk-up RP in game, but can also be found on discord (Poufkin#5707) or through tumblr: https://milja-svartur.tumblr.com/!

Veteran RPer who is new to the FF scene. How I have avoided this inevitable fate for as long as I have is beyond me.

Multi-para RP preferred... occasionally slow. I am sorry!

EST time zone, usually available after 8PM or on weekends. Also work full time. Also am a grad school student. 😬

Really friendly, kinda shy, derpy, and harmless. Please don’t hesitate to reach out!

#milja svartur #viera #vieraffxiv #lfrp #crystal lfrp #balmung #balmung rp #oc roleplay #roleplay #ffxiv roleplay #balmung lfrp

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naferty · 5 years

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Ironpanther birthday fic is back! Part 8 has finally arrived. Finally.

Shuri and Peter were crouched under a bush and watched intently as T’Challa and Mr Stark quietly talked to each other. Both felines lied on their stomachs with their paws crossed in front of them. T’Challa, Shuri noticed, was constantly flicking his tail upwards in interest. A tell she knew meant her brother appeared invested in the relationship that was building between himself and the white tiger in the span of a month. It mattered not what that relationship ended as. Her brother already showed he considered his tie with the tiger important.

As for Mr Stark. There were no visible tells that showed he returned the sentiment or the interest. No flick of his tail, no paw shuffling, no ear twitch, no casually leaning closer, not even a subtle sniff. Mr Stark was as still as a stump. He was guarded, cautious, even more so than her own brother, who had gone through lessons after lessons in order to hide any body language that would show weakness to their enemies.

Mr Stark appeared careful, even amongst allies only wishing to help. Even as her brother showed obvious signs and clear intentions. The courage to open up was nonexistent in his form. Signs of embedded wounds buried deep within his being. Perhaps a case of too often bitten, permanently shy?

Days had gone by and the injuries Mr Stark had sustained had healed over. The white of his fur finally clear and the worry of infection long gone. Now, only the emotional scarring remained. Scarring he wished to keep hidden. Through what little they could see during moments he let himself go Shuri had come to find the man was stubborn and brash and perfect for her brother, who was equally hot-headed and knew no better. But how to let him see?

They needed a hand. A little push together.

“We need ideas. I feel the song will not be enough for them. The two are too stubborn,” she said to the wolf. “They need all the help we can offer.”

Peter sniffed, “You think a song about love is not enough? I thought it’s pretty straight forward.”

“They are too proud. Neither will take the leap. We need to give them a push.”

“Right. How about… falling leaves while the song plays?”

Shuri tilted her head. “Falling leaves? For an aesthetic touch to it? Yes, that’ll work. View each other under a different light. How about the scene of the water… does Mr Stark swim?”

“I don’t know. I never actually saw him swim, but he’s a tiger, I’m sure he knows how.”

“Let’s hope so. If not, my brother can rescue him. That will surely earn him points.”

“What do you have in mind for the water part?”

“Knock them in. A swim is perfect. We’ll have to time it.”

“Oh, they’re not going to like that.”

“It’s their own fault for needing the help.”

Shuri grinned when she heard Peter snort. They would require to plan ahead if they wished to make their list come true. To time everything as perfectly as they could. To let the two adults know whatever they feel, no matter how small, is mutual.

Maybe they’ll find something more together.

“I hope none of them freeze,” Shuri had little in that regard, “we need to go and prepare. If I know my brother he will continue to visit each day. If not to chat Mr Stark up, than to check both his and your progress.”

As if by reflex at the mention of their past treatment, Peter shook his head to ruffle the fur around his neck. Perhaps to remind himself of the freedom he now possessed without the collar? She felt a pang in her chest at the thought.

What they must have gone through…

At least now they are safe and free to roam, instead of being locked in a cage as if they were mere animals. The very idea, the audacity, it sent a shiver of disgust through her.

“We can plan these events to fit his visits, but we need more suggestions. They will need the courage to admit anything and that will not occur from one.”

Peter’s tail visibly wagged. “Let’s get to planning then. I’ve got plenty of ideas. Not all of them sane, but I’m sure they’ll be fine. Mr Stark is quick on his feet.”

“So is my brother. Perhaps we can use that.”

“Brainstorm then?”

“Brainstorm,” Shuri agreed before they ran off to plan every detail they could.

Over to where both tiger and panther rested Tony’s entire body shivered. His hairs all rose as if danger was in his near future. The sense so strong he visibly shuddered and T’Challa noticed.

“Did you sense that, too?” The prince inquired, letting him know he experienced the same thing.

“Something is going to happen. We’re not going to like it.”

“I fear we’ll have no choice in the matter. We will not be able to avoid whatever we will meet in our future.”

Tony huffed. “That doesn’t sound ominous at all. Thanks.”

T’Challa gave him a toothy smile. “Would you rather I lie?”

“I’d rather steer clear of it in general. Can you make that possible?”

“I can make a lot of things, but even I cannot predict future occurrences.”

“Guess we’ll just face our fates then. Can’t be that bad, right?”

~~~

Tony would have assumed he had jinxed himself by speaking too soon, but he honestly had not expected or had been prepared for this.

Two days since the foreboding and he had braced himself for the worst. His mind had run with dozens of possibilities of what their future held. From the metaphorical rug soon being yanked from under his and Peter's paws with the true colors of the prince being revealed, to something simple as one of them having the unfortunate luck of catching a cold.

Of all those possibilities it never occurred to him that Shuri and Peter were the ones to be responsible for the whole debacle and what, exactly, the duo had planned to do.

Boy, it had never crossed his mind this was what they had planned for both him and T'Challa.

He had been lying peacefully on the ground. His fur shining better than ever under the sun. The patches where his fur had once been missing were now covered and healthy. The white of his fur glowing, showing his progress in health. While some scars would forever remain, he counted his blessings for now. T’Challa had truly kept his word and aided them, but Tony still planned to keep his guard up.

He’d been burned plenty of times.

The prince himself was lying next to him. Moderate space between them to not intrude in their personal bubbles.

They weren't chatting, surprisingly comfortable with just each other’s company. Tony was enjoying the sun’s rays as he continued to heal and T’Challa was enjoying a small break from his princely duties.

The orange petal falling from the sky was first seen by Tony. The white tiger had been basking under the rays with his head up and eyes closed when something flicked his nose. His eyes open to the sight of a beautiful long petal balancing perfectly on the tip of his nose. Confused, he lowered his snout to allow the petal to continue its path down.

Odd. Tony didn’t even know their cage had orange flowers. He eyed it confusingly.

Then another petal floated down. Then another and another. All of them trickling down and landing all around them.

“What?”

T’Challa was just as confused as him, if his twitching ears had anything to say of it.

“Is this normal?” He asked the prince. It appeared only their spot was being rained on by orange petals and nowhere else.

“It is not,” T’Challa stared at the petals as if their very presence was a threat. “These are not from the flowers of the palace, and we do not partake in showering in them in this manner.”

Well, even if they didn’t make it a habit to shower in flowers, Tony had to admit the contrast between the orange of the petals and the black of T’Challa’s coat was very beautiful. Almost worthy of a portrait to be displayed for those who appreciated the arts.

Not that Tony would ever say it. The prince didn’t need his compliments nor would the prince want them from someone like Tony.

They both nearly jumped out of their fur when a voice echoed all around them.

“Can you feel the love tonight?...”

Up on their paws they stood to search for the source of the noise. When it was evident the noise was, in fact, a song and they listened closely to the words they were left staring at each other awkwardly.

Unable to hold the prince’s gaze, Tony turned away, grateful his fur hid the otherwise very obvious flush on his face. Needing a distraction, he searched for the source of the petals and the song combination and found them on top of a hill that overlooked their spot.

The grinning face of the princess stared down at him. Next to her, the orange petals were thrown over the edge and soon enough Peter’s own wolfish grin joined hers. They appeared very proud of themselves and were obviously the culprits.

“Really, Peter?” Tony said just as T’Challa gave a very defeated sigh and a “Shuri.”

“Hi, Mr Stark,” Peter’s tongue lolled out with his grin.

“Don’t mind us. Do continue your time together. We’re just setting the mood,” Shuri said, just as the song echoed “The world for once, in perfect harmony.”

Tony really did not like what that implied. “Thanks, but that’s really unnecessary.”

“You are welcome,” they said simultaneously before disappearing. The song did not stop.

T’Challa shuffled in place, anxious about their situation. “I apologize for her.”

“Yeah, sorry about my kid, too.”

A bouquet of flowers of different varieties and colors came crashing down before them.

“Brother, give him these!”

T’Challa groaned and lowered himself to the ground, covering his face with his paws. “Shuri.”

Tony couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part7) (Part 8)

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loekas · 5 years

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The amazingly talented @boku-no-tokyo-ghoul made these gorgeous aesthetics for my Pirate Queen Daenerys. I have no words for how amazing these are. They capture my Daenerys’ essence exactly. This is the best gift ever. I tried to find a quote to add from the fic itself, but I couldn’t find one that could do these works of art justice. So I added an entire scene from the fic instead. Heads up, it’s a Jonerys fic.

A Storm In The North

Jon finds the Pirate Queen standing over the Painted Table, a ringed hand trailing along the Eastern shore. She’s put on another colorful skirt but still wears no coat, her upper body draped in nothing but golden jewelry. When Jon manages to tear his eyes away from the parts of her he really shouldn’t be looking at, he finds that Daenerys Targaryen lacks the exuberance she exhibited yesterday. Instead she's pensive, solemn even. Her eyes follow the path her hand trails along the coast.

Her hand halts on King’s Landing.

“How many people live in King’s Landing?”

Jon stills at the unexpected question. While he’d made no move to keep his approach hidden, he’d assumed the Pirate Queen to be too lost in thought to have noticed his arrival. She’d given no reaction to his presence after all.

Perhaps she believes him to be someone else?

“I’ve heard the city is home to over half a million souls,” he replies. Judging from Daenerys Targaryen’s continuing lack of reaction, he was wrong in assuming she thought him to be someone else.

“Shouldn’t a King know how many people are under his rule?” she asks with vague amusement, but her eyes remain locked onto King’s Landing.

“I know how many people the North holds.”

Not enough to defeat the dead.

The Pirate Queen acknowledges his words with a hum, her attention never straying from the Painted Table. Tyrion said she wasn’t interested in the Iron Throne, but seeing her focus on King’s Landing like this...

“Are you planning to claim the Iron Throne?” Try to claim, at least.

Daenerys Targaryen lifts her gaze, storm grey eyes meeting his own. Her expression is closed off in a way that makes him shift his footing to a more battle ready stance, prepared for the situation to turn hostile. It’s instinct more than anything else that makes him react like this. He doesn’t truly believe she’ll attack him.

He'd be a fool not to prepare for the possibility of it happening.

Daenerys Targaryen shifts her own footing in kind, taking on a battle ready stance as well. It’s clear her reaction is an unconscious one, though. She returns her gaze to King’s Landing.

“...No. Reclaiming the Seven Kingdoms was my brother’s dream.”

She holds a different one. The question is, what is her dream?

Or rather, does her dream pose a threat to the North?

Daenerys Targaryen lifts her hand from King’s Landing and strides towards him. Halting next to him, she leans against the table, close enough to force Jon to tilt his head down to meet her eyes. Despite his best efforts, he fails to keep his eyes from straying down further.

How is she not cold walking around like this?

When he manages to drag his gaze away from her bare skin and meet her eyes again, he finds the Pirate Queen’s lips quirked up in a faint smile, amusement brightening the storm of her eyes. She’s aware of the effect her state of undress has on people. She simply doesn’t care. Neither does she use her appearance as a weapon. There's nothing purposely seductive about her stance. The opposite, now that Jon has managed to shake off most of the distraction posed by her bare skin, he realizes she’s positioned herself so she can kick out his knee. Jon shifts his weight so he’ll be able to block without losing his balance.

The Pirate Queen’s smile grows.

“Tell me about yourself, Jon Snow, King in the North,” she orders while hopping onto the table. The change in position means she’ll be able to kick his chest with both her feet. While his armor would catch the worst of the blow, she'd still send him crashing to the floor if she used both her feet.

“Not much to tell,” he says while taking a step back. Getting out of her reach. Her kick would still land, but she won’t have the leverage needed to throw him to the floor. He could take another step back and leave her range completely, but this way he can grab her legs and drag her off the table. That would end the fight before it can turn lethal.

“I highly doubt that,” she returns while lifting a leg and placing her foot on the edge of the table. Ready to lunge at him instead of kicking him.

Her raised leg puts her in a truly indecent position. The only thing protecting her modesty is the silk pooling between her thighs.

“I’m not here to fight you,” he says while changing his footing so he can throw her over his shoulder should she lunge for him.

Daenerys Targaryen raises a brow as amused as it is pointed, the glance she gives his feet an unnecessary addition to her silent message. She also shifts her center of gravity so she’ll be able to grab his cloak in her lunge. Preventing him from throwing her over his shoulder without her using the fabric against him.

With great reluctance, Jon forces himself to assume his previous position instead of rolling his shoulders to get his cloak out of the way. It leaves him uncomfortably open to attack, but someone has to make the first move to end the near battle they’ve somehow ended up in. He meant it when he said he isn’t here to fight her.

Doesn’t mean he won’t defend himself.

Daenerys Targaryen gains a grin that's both amused and contains a little too many teeth, before she lets her leg fall open. Lowering her guard and showing she holds no intention to attack him either. For now, at least.

Her new position is even more indecent than her previous one. She sits as a boy in breeches would, except she's a woman whose only articles of clothing consists of a skirt more suited as an undergarment.

She's a woman with remarkably firm thighs. The left of which holds a scar that disappears beneath the scrap of fabric covering her. Jon wonders just how far it goes.

“Why are you here, Jon Snow?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he counters, shaking off his momentary distraction. Even now that she’s no longer wired to attack, he remains on guard. The Pirate Queen has a reputation for mayhem and murder after all. “You and your people are the ones who appeared out of nowhere.”

“I suppose I should have been more specific,” Daenerys Targaryen says with a too sharp smile. “Why have you come to see me, Jon Snow?”

Jon swallows down an instinctive denial. Not only is the urge to lie ridiculous but it would serve no purpose. There’s no reason for anyone to come to Dragonstone but to speak with her.

“I wish to ask something.” The problem is he’s still unsure whether doing so would be a wise choice. Even more unsure than before in fact. Their interaction until now hasn’t exactly inspired confidence in her sanity.

It has, however, revealed that Daenerys Targaryen is dangerous even without her Dragons. Or without her people for that matter.

“What is it you wish to ask?” Daenerys Targaryen returns, tilting her head and watching him with curiosity. The sight is oddly reminiscent of how her Dragons watched him.

Jon hesitates. He wants, needs really, her aid in the fight against the dead. But only if she isn't her father’s daughter.

If she's her father’s daughter, asking for her aid might destroy the North before the dead ever arrive.

“Why have you come to Westeros?” he settles on. It’s not what he came to ask, true, but the little time he’s spend within her presence has revealed that the question is vital if he is to even consider asking for aid.

Daenerys Targaryen gives him a look that shows she is well aware this wasn’t his original question, but she answers nonetheless. Or rather, she gives a reply.

“To find an answer.”

Frustration rises at the words that clarify nothing.

“An answer to what?” he demands, unable to keep the annoyance from his voice. He doesn’t have time for games.

“Answer my question and perhaps I'll answer yours,” Daenerys Targaryen counters with another too sharp smile, but even with the hint of danger, it's clear that she's enjoying herself.

It annoys Jon even further. This is no laughing matter. Jon doesn't say so, though. Instead he lets out a slow breath and reigns in his temper. It takes him a moment to figure out what question she wants him to answer, but when he realizes which one she's referring to, his annoyance grows.

Jon doesn’t enjoy talking about himself.

“I’m the bastard son of Ned Stark of Winterfell. I was a Brother of the Nightwatch, then I was made King in the North.”

There, that summarizes everything relevant about himself. Daenerys Targaryen can ask for no more.

He’ll not tell her more.

His answer seems to amuse the Pirate Queen greatly, her smile losing the edge of danger and her storm grey eyes dancing with mirth.

She’s beautiful.

He really needs to gain control over his attraction to this woman.

Daenerys Targaryen’s mirth fades. She turns her head to look at King’s Landing and shows a mixture of too many emotions to parse. Jon can name but one with certainty.

Daenerys Targaryen is afraid.

“I came here to find out whether or not I can avoid becoming a monster.”

The words catch him off guard completely. Whatever he was expecting her to be here for, it wasn’t this.

“...Why do you fear you're becoming one?” he asks, deciding that's is the most important thing to know. He's careful to keep his wariness hidden but it's definitely there. Her fearing she's becoming a monster doesn’t indicate a stable state of mind.

It indicates at least part of her is still sane. The monsters Jon has known never wondered whether or not they were evil, never mind feared it. Either they knew and didn’t care, or they were convinced they were in the right. Daenerys Targaryen seems neither.

She seems to not just understand but to care about the difference between good and evil. Most important of all, she seems to desire to be good. Jon feels some of his tension leave at this positive indicator of her being sane enough to ask for aid.

“I murdered thousands of people.”

This, on the other hand, makes it impossible to forget he’s speaking to the Mad King’s Daughter.

“I burned down their homes and made the streets run red. I didn’t care about the innocents, didn’t care my actions lead to their deaths. All I cared about was vengeance.”

When the Pirate Queen meets his gaze again, her fear is even greater than before.

“What if it happens again?”

Jon waits for her to say more, but she doesn’t. She truly expects him to answer that? Even ignoring that he's a stranger to her, he has no idea what she is talking about. The destruction of Slaver’s Bay, he assumes, but even if he's right, he doesn’t have enough information about what happened to form a definitive judgement.

“What caused it to happen in the first place?” he decides to return, figuring that to be the best place to start.

Daenerys Targaryen’s fear disappears. What takes its place causes him to reach for Longclaw on instinct, his body readying itself for battle.

The look the Mad King's Daughter gives him is harsh and brutal, not a trace of mercy to be found.

Her eyes burn with a rage that would consume the world.

“The Masters wished for war. I gave them one.”

Jon is starting to understand why Tyrion warned him against angering the Mother of Dragons. Were it not for her Dragons, he'd abandon the idea of asking for her aid altogether. As it is, he’s not willing to give up just yet.

He’s not willing to ask for her aid yet either.

“Do you think me a monster, Jon Snow?” Daenerys Targaryen asks in a measured voice, but the fire raging in her eyes turns the question into a threat.

“I think,” he says slowly, choosing his answer with care, “that fearing you're becoming a monster is a right step to not becoming one.”

He truly does believe that. He also believes that merely fearing yourself to be turning into a monster isn't enough to keep yourself from becoming one. But it’s a good start.

Of course, fearing you're becoming a monster also means you’ve done enough terrible things to start thinking yourself a monster in the first place.

Daenerys Targaryen softens, the fire leaving her eyes and the threat of violence fading away. She looks back at King’s Landing.

“I hope so. But even if it is, it isn't enough.”

No, it’s not. The fact she recognizes that is another indicator of her not being mad as her father was.

Not yet at least.

Daenerys Targaryen hops off the table and strides towards the open balcony. Jon stares at her back, thoughts momentarily scattered by shock. Daenerys Targaryen’s hair covers much of her back but not all.

It doesn’t cover the patchwork of scars that could’ve come from only one thing.

Daenerys Targaryen has been whipped. Brutally so.

“Come find me when you’re ready to ask whatever it is you wish to ask of me, Jon Snow,” she says without halting her confident movements, the sound of her voice allowing him to regain his wits. He meets her gaze when she looks over her shoulder, her lips curved in a faint smile. “Or when you’re ready to tell me more about yourself.”

Daenerys Targaryen returns her gaze forward and reaches the edge of the open balcony.

She jumps off the cliff without a single hesitation, the procession of movement so natural Jon only realizes what she's doing after her feet have already left the ground. He’s already running after her when he hears the sound of something impossibly large moving through the air, but he doesn’t slow down until he’s reached the balcony and can see for himself that the Pirate Queen landed on one of her Dragons instead of falling to her death below.

Jon wills his racing heart to slow down as he watches the Black Dragon fly out to sea, Daenerys Targaryen’s bright hair easily visible against its dark scales.

Daenerys Targaryen is mad.

Jon lets out a harsh breath and brings up a hand to rub the back of his neck, as conflicted as he is exasperated. He came here to determine for himself whether or not the Pirate Queen could be asked for aid. He’s failed spectacularly at that. She’s mad, that much is more than clear, but whether her madness prevents her from being a potential ally? That Jon has no answer for. Her madness is different from that of her father, but he doesn't yet know if it's worth putting up with for the chance of gaining the aid of her Dragons.

He needs to speak with Tyrion.

Turning around, Jon leaves the chamber with the intention to do just that. He truly hopes Tyrion will be able to clarify once and for all whether or not he should abandon the idea of asking the Pirate Queen for aid.

One thing is for certain. Daenerys Targaryen certainly lives up to her reputation as the Mad King’s Daughter.

If you’re interested in the rest of the fic, you can find it on Archiveofourown. The title is A Storm In The North, and my username is Loeka

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This is the time of year when things are sort of tumbling towards a logical conclusion: I am getting ready to head back to Haiti for close to a month. It’s always this frenetic pace that sort of creeps back into being around May, and this year has definitely not been any different. Lots of ceremonies have rounded out this spring/early summer; a lave tet, several maryaj lwa, a fete for Kouzen, and more. There’s been coordinating a bunch of stuff between here and Haiti, all the shopping that gets done ahead of time (I own more pairs of white pants than I do pants for work), and getting ready to put my US life to bed for a month so I can go see all my husbands where they live, enjoy my siblings, participate in ceremony, and luxuriate a bit in being away from my office. All good stuff. It’s kept me so busy, though, that writing has been a distant second to getting ready and putting in work and maintaining my blessings.

It’s also a time where I am really thinking about the past year and what I have accomplished, and what’s coming next for me. This year makes three years since I was lifted from anba dlo and made a houngan, two years since my lwa put ALL the rings on it, and a year since I married the man they brought to my door. In between all those things was a lot of re-building and creating: I spent about a year and half in temporary settings while my lwa pulled strings behind the scenes for the right job and right living situation, and finally settled down in early 2018. At this point, I have been where they put me for as long as I was in that nebulous floating liminality of waiting. They have been good to me.

The past year has brought new situations and new ways of knowing my spirits, like each year before it has. This past year, they’ve really tasked me with focusing on embodiment and digging deep to really refine my understanding of who I am. It caught me a little off-guard, but I understand the importance and how it benefits me, my relationship with them, and how it makes me a better priest.

It’s come up in the most interesting of ways. I’ve done a handful of interviews this year talking about gender and sexuality and what that means in Haitian Vodou, ranging from a thesis project to a podcast interview, and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what labels mean for me personally and in all my relationships. It’s a lot of sorting thoughts and chewing on the idea. Ogou kind of put it before me: how do these words serve you? how do they help you or hold you back? how do they matter, if they matter at all, and how do they affect how you see yourself and the world around you?

It’s this weird combo of trying to fully embody myself and strip away all the things that may not be useful, with the end goal seeming to be two-fold: be fully myself and fully of the spirits, with no conceptions of the reflexive-ness of identity words standing between me and my spirits. I feel like a snake shedding layers, or pieces of scar tissue and scabs falling away. It doesn’t hurt so much as it feels refreshing. I think this would have been an impossibility several years ago, but I know myself so much more these days and feel so much more settled into who I am that what language I use seems almost inconsequential. If I know who I am and all my spirits know who I am and my husband knows who I am and my mother knows who I am, does anything else really matter?

This has come out in how I sit with them, as I pray for them to help me be vulnerable and malleable in their hands so that nothing remains that would separate me from them, and to help me grow into what they envision for me. Some days it’s a tentative prayer because I remember what upheaval can be like at their hands, some days I want Ogou to bring me close enough that his forge consumes me totally. Balance.

It also shows in some other tasks they have put me to. I have spent a lot of time with my hands in a basin or filling bottles or crushing leaves in pursuit of learning what they ask me to: the making of medicines and magic that comes from the life of the leaves and roots and other things we utilize in the religion. It’s a lifelong task that won’t be finished any time soon, and I am loving. I enjoy working with my hands and seeing things as they are formed and come together. Each of the things I make have their own little spirit in them, and I am looking forward to preparing for them to make their way into the world.

This was one of my ‘gimmes’ when I was getting used to the idea of kanzo; a thing that I would take up to make the commitment feel good overall (before I understood what the lwa could do with me, if I would only let them). I wanted the art of the religion, as Vodou has come of the most unique art forms in the world. I am a maker and an artist and was long before the lwa took me, and so I wanted that to continue. A friend reminded me after kanzo that all things that comes from the hands of an artist-priest is art, be it art that belongs to the spirits.

I have carried that forward in how I think about making medicine and magic, and it has brought another dimension to my relationships with my spirits: those who are teaching me how they make medicine and make magic are artists in their own right. Artist-doctors, artist-magicians, and artist-priests in a spirit package. The art they make and show me how to make moso a moso isn’t aesthetic or pretty sometimes, but it is compelling in its own way. What swirls in the bottle changes each moment, and each particle tells another story and retains another spiritual or literal fingerprint.

Through all these things, they show me a new way that they love me. I dream with them and scribble notes when I wake up. I bring bottles to my mother for her to smell and give me feedback on (yes, good or it needs a little more XYZ, keep trying...I keep those notes, too).

For this, it requires a different kind of embodiment; a self that makes room for the spirits to speak and be heard and can put that into action within the medicine. A translation of input that affects the output. Priest as conduit in a spiritual electrical circuit. A sort of symbiotic system featuring a different sort of self.

Embodiment pulls back to the basic premise of Vodou: Vodou is about relationships; with self, with community, with a parent, and with the spirits. They all inform each other, and we are a product of these relationships--if we work to make them function well--and of our exercises in embodying them out in the world. It’s given me insight into even the most mundane aspects of my relationship with my human husband in that things flex and flow with our environment(s) and reveal to us more about how we share a combined life. It’s shown itself in my relationships with the lwa who are my husbands in the same way. Things flex and flow within a core understanding of how the relationship is embodied, and we learn how we relate across Ginen.

All of these things are on my mind as I approach a new (for me) year and look towards what might come next in my pursuit of embodiment and medicine and the bottom of the basin. I am looking forward to learning/relearning what vulnerability comes with embodiment and how my spirits fill up the soft spaces in me. My own medicine comes when my feet are on the ground in Ayiti, and it’s why I go back each summer: it is my check-up and my treatment and the time when my lwa do their work on me. This summer, as I pack my suitcases and look at the calendar hoping for the days to pass fast but not too fast, I pray that my lwa reveal my own vulnerability to me in the temple, that they remind me of their strength when they push on the soft spots, and that I remember to let myself be seen as a whole person, because everything else is a drag.

I still have time for leson/divination if you’re interested...hit me up soon!

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writingonesdreams · 5 years

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Novel Prep Tag Game 2

So I did this one before, but the questions are so great I'm probably going to do this for every important story idea. So here goes the newest one!

Rules: Answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! Even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)

A young ambassador tries to keep peace during the tournament where mages from different dimensions use their abilities for sport instead of combat for the first time after the Era of Wars.

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

A novel for now.

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

Changing dimensions. Big cities. Empty desolated desert. Seascape with scattered rocks.

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

Darker Shade of Magic series from V.A. Schwab, Masaryk movie, Megalo Box anime

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel

6. Who is your protagonist?

Anise the dimension ambassador. She is one of the strongest mages of her age, mastering the highest level of magic and has been selected by the current ruling mage family to keep peace and contact between her assigned dimensions.

7. Who is their closest ally?

The second prince Cole, who is Anise’s closest friend and also a participant in the games. Later the two get close with Rhys and Oliver.

8. Who is their enemy?

Officialy the participants of the games only in sporting manner. But mainly the prejudices and tension between the mages since the relationships are still strained after the wars and not every magic type is considered equally powerful.

9. What do they want more than anything?

Anise wants to be sure that her life has meaning, that she is living her life and using her talents the best way she can. Rhys wants to prove himself during the games. Cole wants to show his parents and the magic world he isn't a powerful prince just because of his birth, but because he earned the abilities he possesses. Oliver wants to know if he is good enough for the world.

Basically all characters struggle with feelings of worthlessness and how to feel valuable again.

10. Why can’t they have it?

Anise doesn't know what she wants or what she is missing, since she has a meaningful job, but doesn't enjoy her life. Rhys has been looked down upon and mistreated because of his affinity to fire magic (that is considered died out and blamed for causing the Era of Wars in the first place). Cole as the second prince doesn't get as much attention or recognition.

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

Anise believes her job and magic abilities are the only things that make her valuable. Rhys believes he has to fight to feel alive because he doesn't have any real worth because of his magic.

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

Anise is tall and slender girl, has long golden-blond wavy hair, grey eyes and ivory skin. She has very delicate features and is rather pale. She likes to wear blue clothes.

Rhys is muscular and tall with slightly tanned skin, black curly hair and blue eyes. He is covered in scars, most notably on his arms and on his right cheek.

Cole is tall, but less muscular then Rhys. He has slightly longer black hair, vibrant green eyes and fair skin.

Oliver has short black hair and dark blue eyes. He looks very similar to his older brother Rhys in features. He is 14 so he is short compared to the others.

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13. What is the internal conflict?

Anise struggles with finding passion in her job, that despite being meaningful doesn't make her happy. She never knew what she wanted and followed her talent, because she isn't sure if who she really is, beside her talent in magic and intelligence, is worth anything.

Rhys feels empty and starved, frustrated about his life in a dying dimension with magic that marks him to other people as being dangerous and bad. He doesn't know what exactly he is seeking, but only feels alive when he fights and experiences the thrill of it.

14. What is the external conflict?

Anise wants to prove her competence as the dimensional ambassador. That she's self-reliant, mature and responsible enough and can use her magic for a good purpose and be part of something bigger then herself.

Rhys wants to advance and win in the games to prove himself and his worth. He hates being written off because of something he can't change and that is such a fundamental part of himself. Rhys wants to see how far he can go when he gives his maximum despite the conditions set on him by others. He also hates how he can't provide for his younger brother because of the prejudices and limits put on him by others because of his magic.

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

For Anise it would be disappointing the king by failing at her task, and therefore failing as a person in her eyes.

For Rhys to go back to his previous life, being frustrated and letting his self-destructiveness destroy him slowly.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

What kind of magic is the strongest? What privileges do the most powerful mages deserve? Is it correct and fair to judge someone according to their magic and the level of their abilities? How much does magic actually reveal about the user?

17. Do you know how it ends?

I have a general idea of the direction the story is headed and I know what the resolutions of the character arcs will be, but I don't have a definite ending. I'm trying to not to spoil myself, because often when I know the ending I lose intersting in writin the story.

18. What is the theme?

Self-worth, what people see as valuable in others and in themselves, drive, passion, prejudices, life purpose, direction, meaning

19. What is a reoccurring symbol?

Fire, river, sea, clouds, whirlwind of colours, magical portals

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)

It's set in a number of dimensions that mages can travel through. The first half of the story as well as the place for the games is on non-magical earth so no mage would have an advantage of channelling his original world for magic.

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

Yes I have several scenes in my head, that I’m working on connecting into a logical plot.

22. What excited you about this story?

Magic as important part of the plot and symbol for the themes, the growing closeness between very different people, sibling relationship, friendship bonds and support

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!

I always start with characters that I stick in different scenarios or in my favourite movies and series or books and let them interact. From those I mostly get inspiring scenes that I try to connect through a plot. Afterwards I work on characterisation, world-building, research details and outline stuff a bit. I also write little snippets that sometimes turn long and can be used as chapters.

#writeblr #wip #wip intro #tag game #novel prep tag game #tag games #writing #my writing #my wip #ocs #creative writing #wip: when the worlds cross

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CryoPen™ is an advanced cryotherapy innovation that is a fast, effective, safe and new solution for removal of skin imperfections. Cosmetic procedures such as skin tags, milia and cherry angiomas are no longer being treated by many doctors on the NHS.

I had fat freeze done on my tummy as well as love manages 3 months earlier, i can truthfully say the outcomes are incredible. im very satisfied with the therapy and also will definitely be reserving back in to get one more location done. im gaining my confidence back once again, simply want to say a large thanks to vivo center for making me really feel invited as well as comfortable the day of my treatment. i had my treatment done and was told about the aftercare treatment.

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Can I shower after cryotherapy?

No, you don't. This procedure is absolutely dry and does not make your skin wet.

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The client should have sufficient pinch able fat in order to fit into the applicator. The senior technician will always provide you an estimate and also personal body prepare for your problematic location. Pulse Light Clinic has 2 CoolSculpting clinics in London, one in the heart of the city, within a few mins from Monolith and also Bank terminals and one on Tottenham Court Rd

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What are the side effects of liquid nitrogen?

Lipo 360 website here. include bleeding, blister formation, headache, hair loss, and hypopigmentation, but rarely scarring. Skin lesions often can be treated in a single session, although some require several treatments.

There's no need for anaesthetic with Fat Freezing as well as the skin's barrier is not compromised, leaving you to proceed with your typical day-to-day regular knowing that you'll be entrusted risk-free and also natural results. Clients may call for more than one treatment to reach desired results.

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My Review of The Lion King (2019)

Hello, Tumblr! I'm Tigger, and I am a life-long fan of The Lion King- the original movie, the music, the characters, the story, the aesthetic- everything. When the "live action" remake was first announced, I was absolutely ECSTATIC. Why? Well, you'll likely hear this phrase from me time and time again- "More Lion King is always better!" I love seeing The Lion King spread everywhere and enjoyed by as many people as possible. I am also an artist- I earned a BFA in Computer Animation in college and have been drawing TLK since middle school.

This all being said, it's been quite obvious on social media as of late that the general reception to the remake, leading all the way up to its release, has been negative- many people claiming it's a "cheap sell out", comparing the new visuals to the old and bemoaning the "lack of expression and emotion" when looking from the photorealistic characters of the remake to the cartoon visuals of the original. Personally, I wanted to withhold my own critical judgement until I had seen the full movie myself. I saw it two times on its opening day, and I have a lot of thoughts- many of which might surprise you.

First off- no, the remake is NOT the original. And if you go into it still thinking of the original, you'll likely be disappointed. The cartoony vibe of the first movie, with exaggerated expressions and sudden and extreme style changes, doesn't translate to the style the movie dedicated itself to- a photorealism style. For example, during the "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" sequence, the original's backgrounds all but abandoned its previously established style and ran brightly colored patterns alongside highly stylized designs for the animals. This was all well and good for the 2D animated film, given its complete freedom in these areas.

However, in the "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" sequence in the remake, the movie ran the sequence while still keeping the realism aspect of the rest of the movie, dedicating itself to staying in line as if the entire movie was being filmed by a live camera out in the wilds. Simba and Nala sung and danced and ran amongst the animals, which joined in the singing, butterflies swarming and animals splashing along the water. If you were still thinking of the bright colors and extreme patterns of the original while watching the remake's version, you'd obviously be noticing the difference.

Noting these differences is objective and factual, and that's all fair. It's also perfectly valid to have a preference of the two! However, the biggest issue that's bugged me in regards to the movie's "reception" (I use this term loosely... since most people who have been saying these things haven't actually watched the movie yet,) is that people are objectively saying that the style of the remake is objectively worse than the original, or that it's an insult to the original. This is what I personally have a problem with. Let me explain, by backing up a bit.

I mentioned earlier I've been drawing Lion King since middle school. Back then, I was a member of "The Lion King Fan-Art Archive", or TLKFAA for short. It was an online community of people who drew TLK artwork. I grew up with a wonderful supporting group of artists, ranging from young to old, that were all united with a single passion- The Lion King, of course! It didn't matter how talented or skilled you were, it didn't matter if you were just starting out or a veteran who'd been drawing for years, it didn't matter what color you made your lion characters, if you put wings or tattoos on them or made them as natural as possible, and it didn't even matter- no, it never ONCE mattered- HOW you drew your Lion King characters. Cartoony, realism, in your own style- all of it was encouraged! What mattered was what was clear- we all loved TLK.

And to me, it was very clear throughout the entire remake movie that the love was there. And honestly, it's always been a childhood dream of mine, wondering how The Lion King's story would go if all of the characters looked exactly like real animals. How would they sing, dance, joke, fight? This movie answered that and gave us all a wonderful delight of a film, a great story we all know and love but through the eyes of "what if 'The Lion King', but as if it were real life?' And y'know what? The remake is still the SAME story. It's STILL The Lion King! Y'know what else? The characters were the same as they were in the original, a lot of poignant lines were still there, verbatim even. And y'know what ELSE else? There are even some parts of the remake, some full scenes even, that I felt were done even BETTER than the original! (*GASP*)

For example- both Scar and Nala had additional scenes in the remake that I felt fleshed out both characters in ways the original did not, and likely COULD not. Scar had a wonderfully chilling, entirely new scene where he pressured Sarabi into becoming his queen, ultimately showing him as an even more terrifying and ominous figure who was willing to put his own selfish desires above the safety of the pride. His interactions with the hyenas were also more serious than the original- where his relationship with them was almost comedic, the hyena trio even scoffing at him and brushing him off at times- but in the remake, their relationship was more tense and Scar's attitude towards them made him even more scary of a character.

And Nala also had an additional scene- the scene of her escape from Pride Rock- a scene that fans have been dreaming up on their own since the original, where it was never revealed how that went down, or what she might've had to go through in order to escape Scar's clutches. This scene made Nala's character seem all the more brave, Scar's character seem all the more frightening, and when Nala finally found Simba, you felt more ingrained in the overall story as a result. (Not to mention, cub Nala had some additional lines that were both adorable and endearing. I think I like Nala in the remake more than Nala in the original! Same for Scar!)

There were a lot of things the remake did well- and yes, there were things I think were dings against its overall performance. In particular, the post-stargaze scene, where Simba's fur mixed with plants in the wind and is eventually found by Rafiki, was seconds in the original... and MINUTES in the remake. Entirely unnecessary (though during my second viewing, I did realize this was a good time for a quick bathroom break, so, that's something?) and really interrupted the emotional pacing of the story.

And while I wish more could've been done with Mufasa's character (he was missing a significant amount of his charisma that was seen in the original- didn't hug Rafiki in the opening, didn't chuckle at Zazu's jokes about Scar, etc), I also want to keep in mind in this particular regard that James Earl Jones might've only wanted to do a limited amount of voice acting for the remake, and I want to respect that as best I can. I can't judge this because I don't know to what extent his contract allowed for on both ends, but it's still something I missed in the remake.

The biggest gripe I've seen about the remake is people taking photos they found online of various real lion extreme expressions and saying "see! Real lions can still have expressions! They could've made it expressive but they CHOSE not to!" Well, yes and no. Yes because it's true that lions have been seen to display certain expressions on their faces, and the remake lions' expressions are very subtle. Yes, the art directors could've chosen to go a more expressive route a la The Wild or Aslan. But, ultimately they chose to direct the movie as if they were *filming* real lions, with expressions few and far in between.

Is this a ding against the remake? A little bit, yeah- I'll agree to that. There were parts where I felt that they could've stretched an emotion even just a tiny bit more and it still would've felt real and believable, but they didn't. However, this was a choice made in production, and if you hold it against the entire movie, then you aren't even giving the artists a chance to show what they can do with those limitations. Lemme step back to when I talked about TLKFAA- it didn't matter what style you drew lions in, they were lions and it was Lion King and trying new things and sharing new things was always welcomed.

"But the original was a masterpiece!" Yes, it was, and it still is. No remake will change that. "This remake is a sham, it's riding off another movie's success!" The original kinda was, too- it was a low-key rip-off of Kimba, created by Osamu Tezuka in 1950. "This is just for some quick and easy cash!" That isn't exclusive to Disney- every company makes movies to make money. Making money is and will always be any and every company's #1 motivation for doing ANYTHING. And as an artist and an animator, let me tell you one thing- making animations is NOT an easy thing to do.

"This shouldn't even exist, it doesn't do anything good!" More Lion King is never a bad thing, the amount of merchandise and reawakened love for TLK that's come about as a result of this remake is absolutely amazing, I've been swimming in new artwork and creations that have popped up since the remake got announced! So many wonderful pieces of artwork- traditional, digital, physical- and so many artists that have been hired to share their talent with the rest of the world. I can't even begin to describe how much my TLK collection has exploded in the past few months. "But you're supporting lazy business practices!" I'm supporting ARTISTS.

Because at the end of the day, please, PLEASE remember... a company does not create anything. A company CANNOT create anything. Companies do one thing and one thing only, they make financial decisions on what they should spend money on. If you believe that this movie shouldn't have been made in the first place, that's fine and fair. But it was funded anyways. And who produced it? People. Who made it? Artists. So the next time you see marketing for it and scoff "man that looks so lifeless and dull", please remember you aren't insulting a company that makes billions, you're insulting a human being who created with their own two hands artwork they were paid to create.

Back in my TLKFAA days, I tried lots of different styles. At one point, I debated with myself whether I should dedicate my style to being as close to the original movie's style as possible- as sometimes that was seen as the more "popular" and "desirable" pieces of art- but ultimately I decided I would keep the TLK inspiration in my style, but draw what I felt was right. Whatever each artist decides to do with their art, their style, is their choice and that choice is something to be celebrated. And throughout the years, whenever I see TLK in ANY kind of artwork, in ANY kind of style, I love it because that means the artist loves it, too.

If you ever want to create something- if you ever want to try something new, change your style, mix things up, explore, learn, create, share... please don't ever feel afraid to do so. And on the other side, if someone around you ever shares a change like this with you, please keep in mind they might be feeling afraid of being rejected, judged... scoffed at. I can't control what other people do or say, no. But as for myself, if there's ever any artist I come across that wants to share something they created with me, all I will ever respond with is encouragement and joy. That's how we grow as human beings- experiment, create, share, and learn. And we best do this together.

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