#Imagine having the ability to draw horses

[1-800-kami]

4:23 pm | the adventures of dad!gojo

content: 0.9k words, fem!reader, dad gojo, megumi is your son, silly crack fic

gojo satoru is a man with very little fears.

in actuality, people are afraid of him. a mere gaze from those cerulean blue eyes of his sends people running off to the opposite direction, so the adjective “intimidating” was quite the understatement to describe him. some might even say that he’s the strongest, so he possesses no fear at all.

despite that, gojo has one thing he’s deathly afraid of: you–his wife, when you’re angry.

“suguru, help me out here!” geto can physically feel his bestfriend’s panic through the phone. gojo explained the situation in a fast ramble–geto could barely understand what he was saying, but he thinks he got the gist of it: you went out to run some errands and entrusted gojo to take care of your two year old child, megumi, while you were out. gojo conjured up the genius idea of keeping megumi entertained by handing him a paper and markers–so that they could surprise you with megumi’s amazing artistic abilities once you came back home.

it had gone “so well”, gojo said earlier, picking up the paper and studying it. “i think this is a drawing of a cat? or a dog, i don’t really know.. still, it’s made by my son, and it’s the peak of art and i think everyone should see it!”

gojo was so busy trying to decipher what megumi had drawn that he didn’t realize that his son still had the markers in his hands. when he peers over to look at megumi again, he just about screamed.

“gumi- no- GUMI!” he shrieks, snatching the markers away from his son’s hold. megumi, not having a paper to draw on anymore, decided to use the wall as his canvas instead—sketching a poorly drawn house with a bright red marker. “you’re not supposed to draw on the wall! aw fuc-ahem, freak… your mom’s gonna kill me…”

“gosh suguru, some advice would help!” satoru’s never been so afraid in all his years of living. you’re coming home pretty soon, and he has no idea what to do. he’s already imagining the look on your face–and it’s pushing satoru to the brink of passing out. gojo satoru–the renowned sorcerer who’s fought the king of curses, been sealed away in a box and has had multiple near death experiences–all of these things have happened to him yet none can compare to the fear of facing his wife when she’s angry.

“hmm? what is it, nanako?” satoru can hear his bestfriend trying not to laugh over the phone. suguru knows an easy solution to his problem, but he thinks that leaving satoru in the dark is funnier. it’s rare to see the strongest sorcerer like this, so geto revels in it with pure amusement. “you’re hungry? okay… let’s see what i can make for you, yeah?”

“you heard her, satoru~ one of the twins are hungry. i’m afraid i have to go… good luck about the markers, yeah?” suguru hangs up before satoru could say a word. he curses under his breath, but feels his heart stop when he hears the door unlock.

you’re home.

“mama!” megumi yells, clapping his hands and slowly crawling over to the front door. you happily greet your son, placing the grocery bags on the table.

you walk over to your husband, kissing him on the cheek before noticing the piece of paper that he’s holding. “oh? what’s this?”

you grab the paper from his hands and satoru regains a little bit of his composure once he hears you coo at your son’s drawing. “thought it would be nice for me and megumi to surprise you while you were gone… it’s a drawing of a cat-”

“horsey!”

“...a horse. yup, that’s what i said!” he sheepishly ignores his son’s glare, mentally preparing himself to tell you about the wall.

“i love it! oh my gosh, megumi, aren’t you just a little artist?” you say, ruffling your son’s hair with a big smile. “this is definitely going on the fridge.”

“...there’s one small problem, though…” satoru refuses to meet your gaze.

“what did you do this time, satoru?”

“hey, it technically wasn’t me!” he says, this time being the one to shoot the glare at his son. “so hypothetically…what if i told you that gumi thought it would be a nicer idea to use the wall as a canvas instead of the paper?”

“...”

satoru perceives your silence as his death sentence. “look, i’m sorry! i was trying to figure out what he drew and i forgot that he still had the markers in his hands-”

“satoru-”

“and the next thing i know, he drew on the wall before i was able to take the markers from him-”

“toru-”

“and suguru wasn’t giving me advice either, but then-”

“satoru!” your final yell finally breaks him from his ramble. he’s surprised to see that no, you don’t have a look of murder on your face. in fact, you’re actually smiling—looking more amused than anything.

“satoru, they’re washable markers.” you take a baby wipe from your purse and walk over to the wall, wiping away the bright red marker strokes easily with a few swipes. you’re trying not to laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “did you not know that?”

now he’s the one stunned into silence. “...”

“no, no… i definitely knew that…!”

“yeah, sure you did.”

being a father is so difficult.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru comfort #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #dad gojo #dad!gojo #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo

[justmanu]

Purple Hearts | Monkey D. Luffy

Summary: Since you've joined the Strawhats crew, you've had a lot of fun and good time. But your capitain is someone who is a little clumsy. And, sometimes, that clumisiness affects you in ways he can't even imagine.

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x Reader.

Warnings: It's a little angst to fluff, but mostly angst. But with fluff. And cursing, ig.

A/n: OMG. I had this idea when I was remembering the funny moments between Luffy and Zoro, and I imagined it. It was one of the best scenarios I've ever imagined. Really loved this one. I'm thinking about doing hcs for the Vinsmoke brothers, would you guys want that? They've rented a triplex on my head and I can't stand it.

Words: 1,540 words.

It was another normal day on the Sunny. Sanji was in the kitchen, preparing drinks and snacks for you, Nami and Robin; Usopp and Franky were drawing new machines and inventions to improve things on the ship; Brook and Chopper were playing cards; Zoro was in the crow's nest doing his daily strength training and Luffy was fishing. All seemed to be going normal, but, of course, things on this ship never stay peaceful for too long.

"I got a big one! Usopp! Chopper! Help me out here!", your captain yells and starts pulling his rod at full force. Usopp and Chopper go and start helping him pull it, and then the fish is out of the water. To help him, Luffy used his devil fruit abilities. You were just walking to the kitchen to ask Sanji about your drink when you felt it. The arm Luffy had stretched came at full speed at your back, throwing you against the wooden ship wall.

The wall you hit on was part of the kitchen, so Sanji had a good fright when he heard the really loud thump on the wall. Everyone outside stopped gasped and stopped everything they were doing. This time, there was no way you didn't get hurt. You've been the main target of Luffy's "stretch back on's" for quite some time now. You've only shown how they affected you to Chopper because he was the doctor and insisted on looking at your wounds. You were always covered in deep purple bruises all over your body.

You begged Chopper not to tell anyone, especially your captain, about them. You didn't want the rest of the crew to be worried about your every step because Luffy might hit you. But this time, there was no way to hide it. You hit face-first. You were going to have a huge black eye for a long time. And, come on! That hurt like a bitch! Time seemed to stop for the Strawhats, all of them worried about the hit you just got. But Luffy couldn't have been more oblivious to the harm he's just caused.

When Sanji came out of the kitchen to see what was happening, his eyes widened at you; sprawled out on the floor. Even Zoro got out of the crow's nest to see what was happening. He heard the bang from up there. "Y/n-swan! What happened?!", Sanji asked, running to help you up. Zoro came running as well, worried and curious as to why you were on the floor. You couldn't stand it anymore. You hadn't said a word, trying your best not to cry in front of the whole crew. "I'm okay.", you said, voice a little high pitched. Was all you could manage to say before running to your room, tears already running down your face.

"Hey! Usopp! Chopper! I asked you guys for help, not to stay there looking at the wind!", Luffy said, a little bit annoyed that his friends were not helping him. That's when Nami lost it. "Luffy, are you fucking serious right now? You didn't see what you just did to Y/n?", she screamed at the boy. Luffy was a little taken aback by the shouting. "What do you mean? Y/n is perfectly fine! She's right the-", he pointed to where you were a few minutes ago, resting. He was confused. Where were you? "Luffy, when you stretched your arm to get that fish, while it was stratching back, it hit Y/n with full force and she hit the ship wall at full, too. You hurt her really bad this time.", Robin explained to him the situation.

"Hold the horses, I hurt her?", Luffy asked, not believing what his ears. "Yes, Luffy. You've been hurting her for quite some time now, actually. She asked me to keep this a secret from you all, but I see no point in hiding it now. She is covered in black bruises all over her body.", Chopper said, hoping it would make things a little clearer. "That's why she's been wearing long sleeves and pants? I thought she was sick because there was no way she was feeling cold in these hot days we're going through.", Usopp said.

Luffy hasn't said anything. He was feeling the worst person on the planet. He's been hurting you over and over and didn't even notice! How could he? He was supposed to protect you. Not harm you. He started walking towards his cabin, head low and totally silent. "Are you alright, captain?", Zoro asked. "Yeah, just need to think about the things I've done. I need to think of a way to redeem myself.", Luffy said and walked away. Nami started walking to your room. She needed to make sure you were okay.

When she arrived, she heard you crying from outside the door. She opened and couldn't believe her eyes. She heard Chopper say you were covered in black bruises, but she didn't think it was like this. How were you even standing? "N-Nami! What are you doing here?", you asked, trying to cover your body. "Don't need to hide it anymore. Chopper told us everything, but I didn't know they were this bad!", she said, worried. You couldn't believe it. Chopper told them?! That little reindeer was gonna pay you back.

You and Nami talked the whole afternoon, and you decided you shouldn't be ashamed of the bruises. So, instead of going to dinner in the long sleeves and pants you were used to, you went with a tank top and shorts. When you arrived at dinner, all the Strawhats were shocked at the amount of bruises you had, but didn't dare say a word, and you were thankful for it. You were feeling better not having to hide them anymore. Dinner rolled around pretty light, everyone laughing and having a good time. But something was missing. Where was your captain?

"Hey, guys. Where's Luffy?", you asked, really worried. He never skipped any meal. But as soon as the words left your mouth, the kitchen door swung open to reveal a blood and bruise covered Luffy. "I'm right here." he said, entering the kitchen in most calm of ways. "What happened to you?!", you yelled, worried. That's when he turned to you and saw your bruises. The guilt was eating him alive. He's done all those bruises on you. How dare he? How dare he be so stupid? So distractive. He dropped to his knees in front of you. Turning to look at you, tears in his black eyes. "Please, forgive me. I never, ever intended to hurt you. You are one of the few people I care about most in the world. I can't believe I've done this to you and not noticed! God, I feel so stupid!", he said, gripping his hair as if trying to rip it off.

You couldn't believe your eyes. How did he get this beaten up? "Me and the stupid marimo did it. He asked us to go at him with everything we got, and he didn't dodge one hit.", Sanji said, you didn't realise you said your thoughts outloud. "He said the only way he could redeem himself for what he did to you. If he suffered all the pain he made you feel.", Zoro said, completing Sanji's speech. You were feeling your eyes get filled with tears and a chuckle scaped you. "Stupid, wreckless captain. Of course I forgive you.", you said, gripping his chin for him to look at you. Luffy looked up and searched for your eyes to see if he could find any doubt. He didn't.

He smiled up at you and hugged you tight, you giving him the same treatment. He got up and started spining around with you in his arms. He was so happy right now. When he stopped spinning, he looked in your eyes. You had feelings for your captain way before this all happened, but never told them to anyone. Not even Nami. So when you sealed your lips on a sweet kiss, you were terrified of what was going to happen. But feelings were already all over the place. What harm could it cause adding one more?

The crew went dead silent and focused closely on what would happen next. Luffy looked at you, astonished. It passed a few seconds, and you thought you ruined everything. But then Luffy opened that usual wide grin of his, letting that laugh of his and kissed you again, spinning you around one more time. The Strawhats started shouting, happy for their captain and their crewmate. "Yohoho, I never expected that y/n would have hidden feelings for our dear captain!", Brook commented happy.

All the joy quieted down a bit, and everyone started eating the delicious dinner Sanji had prepared. Luffy sat beside you, not letting go of your hand for one second. You were going to figure out what you and Luffy were, but for now, you were happy to be more than just a friend. "Okay, now that everyone has solved their problems. Can you please stop hurting yourselves? I'm tired of taking care of beaten up crewmates.", Chopper said, making everyone burst out laughing.

#monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x you #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece netflix #luffy fluff #luffy fanfic

[waxingrunes]

I’m seeing too much of this across all channels and I need to write a little something on my humble blog with my humble amount of followers, because how else am I going to get this off my chest.

Some of you need to remember that this whole world we created is pure, fiction. It’s based off fiction and we are building off fiction, forking off in different directions with characters we love.

The canon vs fanon debate is ongoing and quite honestly, mind numbingly pointless and you all consistently contradict and overlap one another with whatever discourse you’re riding that week. You lot wanna argue a point by saying, “these are my hc’s and I can do what I like with them stop taking everything so seriously teeheehehehe” then uno reverse that the next minute by screaming, “that would never happen *insert name* is this or is that” but fuck canon right? Fuck JKR? Or is it more, fuck the parts of canon I don’t like and I’ll take the parts I do so I can shove them down the throats of creators who represent these characters in an opposing light. The amount of posts I’ve seen floating around these sites that are people preaching to their audiences about how dumb they are (unless it’s meant to be satire, I’m not a brainless sensitive lump with no humour bone) for liking certain things, or enjoying certain things, or preferring certain aspects in a character is astounding. Take pause before jumping on your high horse over a fictional character and shaming people for moulding them into what they enjoy. Is this not the beauty of fiction, imagination; the ability to twist and turn over different traits and appearances within our palms and make them into our own little dress up dolls?

Here’s my two cents as a WOLFSTAR artist, not a Marauders— if I want to make Sirius into a teacup and Remus into a sea slug and have him curl up to sleep every night in his bowl, then I’ll do that with fine china detail. If I want to make Sirius someone who refuses to wear nothing but a specific shade of tangerine and Velcro strapped trainers, I will. One day I might throw Moony into a boxing ring and have him be a middleweight champion, stained by the blood of his opponent whilst his wolf is chomping at the bit to come out just before the full moon threatens to take centre stage. If I want to make Sirius 6ft tall and Remus 5ft1, I will. Why not draw an AU of them as the rocks from Everything, Everywhere All At Once? Maybe, they can be something as simple as a boy and a boy who look the way you want them to look, fuck the way you want them to fuck and fall in love and fight, and scream, and cry, and make up a million different ways.

Let’s get more specific as the seal’s broken. Why not make Remus plus sized and give him a beard or a dad’s bod at age 23. Or maybe because he’s lighter haired he doesn’t have dark hair like that and only has a smattering of it across the ugliest of his scars. Consider this— moony with softer hips but fuller sturdy shoulders. Or long, slender limbs with a deceptively hidden strength owing to his wolf, stronger than James though he doesn’t look it. Onto Sirius, try to tell me I’m not going to put him in thigh highs and fem the shit out of him whilst he holds a bat in one hand covered in the blood of someone who tried to disrespect his Moons. Alert the press when someone erases every single one of his tattoos only to replace them with hyperpigmentation. What about giving him a beater’s build and a long thick trail of naval hair that he likes to call his ‘seeker’s delight’. What about a hairless Sirius who has a soft life and likes to make herself pretty for her 6ft 4 boyfriend every weekend when he gets on the train to visit.

How about, I stick with my personal holy take on the boys and present you with a harmless middle ground where Moony is whatever the fuck I want him to be physically, emotionally, or characteristically but always a wet fucking cloth for Sirius. A grape, under a thumb, you could say. And a Sirius, who is too whatever I want him to be physically, emotionally, or characteristically but will always be Moony’s biggest cheerleader.

Stay with me whilst I offer you the brain stretching, risky, taboo thought for you to ponder on: stop trying to please people. Stop absorbing all these takes that pressure you into thinking you’ve got to include every fucking thing that shaves you down and boxes you into their squeaky clean little creator! Indulge in what you like. Make it public, make it known and make it as loud as you want. Feels good on this side of freedom.

Lastly, quick (none of this has been quick) circle back to myself being a Wolfstar artist, not a Marauders one. I will not be shamed into drawing the women in this fandom, I will not try to even out my art with equal parts women and men, in fear of being called misogynistic. I came here for Wolfstar and I stay for them; I get 95% of my muse from them and enjoy drawing these idiots nearly every single day when I can. I’ve a busy life, a job, the luxury of a family that love me and a couple friends I’d like to keep too. If and when I draw, it’s going to be what I want to draw and want to indulge in, not to check off your boxes of inclusion. I am not going to defend my choice of indulgence to you. I am not going to refute women or wlw ships and in fact, eat up stories or art where they’re prominent. Will I have muse or will to do a piece on them? Probably not. If I do, I will and if it’s not done to a standard deemed appropriate enough by the council, well shit I hope I get an honourable mention in one of your hate threads on Twitter.

Grow up. I am the type of person who has a more or less rigid taste on these boys and what I, enjoy representing them like and you runts will run your throats hoarse before I turn an ear. I am not the type of person to see someone who doesn’t like what I prefer and start slamming my keyboard and slap them with a red card. I’ll move on but appreciate the take in silence. Some of you really, come across like you’re stomping your feet in a tantrum, some of you sound like you’ve never been told to shut the fuck up a day in your life and some of you, some of you, really think you’re a messiah.

Fuck your canons, fanons and righteous attitudes towards people who are quite literally, not real. You are not a deity of the Marauders, you are a fucking loser offline just like the rest of us.

#mad you think this place can be schooled into your desires #I’m going to read this over and find six thousand errors #this is why I hate being online #but that’s where the good stuffs at too #a paradox of pain #the emotional intelligence #the intellectual buoyancy in general around here #slim pickings #midday and a migraine is heading straight for me I can tell #what do I tag this #remus #sirius #wolfstar #the usual then #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #marauders #atyd #roman you’re rubbing off on me

[queentala]

Random small headcanons for my fav SJM men

Those are totally random thoughts I had and just kept collecting, also I'll be adding new ones when I'll come up with something. Feel free to reblog and add yours <3

I think Gavriel can draw really well, especially with pencil. Like, you know, he's a really precise and detailed guy, plus thanks to his soldier skills he has really stable hands, and it just sits right with me

Azriel loves when you paint his nails black. Also once you made him wear eyeliner and he actually really liked the results, so now from time to time he lets you do it

Aedion has his ears pierced but doesn't wear any earrings (it was probably a dare, even more likely he was drunk then)

Ruhn likes to have a small, faint lamp put on when he sleeps. It looks like a white sparkle and doesn't cast much light but having it next to his bed makes him feel somehow more safe and comfy

Also, he loves being held while sleeping. When you let him snuggle to your chest and hold him tight... It's his paradise, he can stay like this for eternity

Cassian is very ticklish (especially on feet). It's actually his secret because, come on, he's the Lord of Bloodshed, how can he be ticklish? And of course you fully respect that, not wanting his reputation to suffer, however, when it's just the two of you... Let's say Cass has to be pretty alert most times as you love to take advantage of that

Fenrys always brings you a plushie from his travels to foreign countries. Actually, he brings you many different things like jewellery, dresses, combs, mirrors, gems... everything. But a plushie, is a must. You have a whole collection of small cute stuffed animals (mostly wolves) from different parts of the world. Every one of them has a name, personality and a back story which you and Fenrys always come up with

Aedion is a horse girl. He rides so well and just loved being around those animals since he was a little boy. Often he takes you on all day long trips around Terrasen. Also he has few of his favorite horses and he spoils them so much, they're just his babies.

He also probably has like six dogs and wants to adopt every one he sees on the street

Lorcan most of the times either doesn't cuddle or is the big spoon. However, after really hard day he loves to fall asleep with his face in your breasts and his hair stroked

Sometimes when Rowan is engrossed in his work, he hums songs mindlessly

Fenrys talks in his sleep, and this goes to the point where you can literally argue with him or have a whole conversation as he's asleep

Aedion swears a lot. Gavriel doesn't swear almost ever and his face when Aedion starts throwing curses he could never imagine is just priceless

However, Gavriel knows many langues. So, whenever he's angry and finally hit his breaking point, he starts shit talking and insulting everyone in a foreign langue no one knows (just imagine him aggressively talking to himself in Spanish while walking around and throwing hands in the air lol)

Cassian always sleeps naked and refuses (will literally get offended) to do otherwise, even if there are different people sleeping in the room (read: Azriel)

Dorian baby talks to his dogs. Sometimes when he does this he forgets that he is a king and then have the whole castle talking about it for the next week (people find it adorable though. some of them at least.)

Rowan always has some blades with him. Always. Dude could be standing in the room only in his boxers and still proceed to pull out a knife from gods know where

Also, he will never admit it but he has some of his favorite blades that he had named. But if you'd ever done this he would laugh at you

Once you've gotten Ruhn a bracelet for his birthday that was a guitar pick of his favorite guitarist on a black string and from then he doesn't take it off. Ever.

We know Ruhn has this very rare and useful ability to speak in people's minds, however his favorite way to use those abilities is to make the dumbest jokes in your head in the most random moments and watch you burst out laughing around all those strangers that have no idea what is going on

GAVRIEL HAS DIMPLES

AND SO FUCKING DOES AEDION

(he also got the big d genes from him but it's the topic for other post)

So, Fenrys is a master at coming up with the weirdest nicknames for his loved one, however, no one compares to Cassian in this matter. His creativity sometimes is more than flesh and blood can bear

Lorcan is actually the biggest girl dad

Let's be honest, Dorian has better skin care than any lady in the whole sjm universe

Cassian loves being called your pretty princess

Azriel loves puzzles. And Legos! There's no better way to spend your day off than building castles and forts, and then having an actual battle between your kingdoms

Bat boys are not really fond of thunder... I think they have bad experiences with flying during storm and it haunts them to this day. They always want to be the little spoons and be cuddled when there's a storm outside

Azriel has bat slippers and Fenrys has wolf or bunny slippers

Dorian loves wearing sygnets. He has so many and you're simply obsessed with them. He's a king, he has to look decent, you know, but Dorian loves wearing them even if it's just the two of you snuggling or sitting in the library reading. Or when he fucks you and you can feel them dig into your skin when he grabs your ass..

Lorcan enjoys having his hair combed. He just melts when you do it. And if you do a little braid somewhere on his head he will keep it and wear it for the next few days

Gavriel is the best dancer you will ever meet. On the balls he can easily make everyone's attention turn to the two of you. But he also likes to dance with you in your house or chambers, where there are no people or music, and to be honest both of you like those moments much better

To be continued....

#gavriel x reader #lorcan salvaterre x reader #aedion ashryver x reader #fenrys moonbeam x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #dorian havilliard x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader

[pherelesytsia]

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Mr Loverman Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst.

Forgotten DinnerSunday dinner was always important to Y/N, but the night ends differently after Thomas arrives over five hours too late.(+18) Whisper of a loving HeartThomas Shelby was always drawn to Y/N, but never found the courage to invite her to dinner but when a man dances with her he can no longer stay in the background.

Safe and SoundThomas Shelby never found time to spend a day with his wife and daughter, but one day he stays home.

Bloodbath At his daughter’s 18th birthday Thomas is not enjoying the attention his daughter is receiving from the male guests but his wife can calm him down before the feast can end in a bloodbath. Burn little witchThomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

PART ONE

Fool of a Man After a fight, Thomas comes home.(+18)

Feast for Eyes Thomas comes after a long day home.(+18)

Love me tender, Y/N´s parents find out their daughter is dating Thomas Shelby.

Ragging Oceans Thomas finds his girlfriend crying by the cliffs.

Lovelier than a Dream Lazy mornings are not common in the Shelby household, but one spring morning, Thomas cannot find the motivation to get dressed.

How did you know? Y/N always had special abilities, saw the future of her family but one day after John nearly faced death, Thomas demands answers.

Stars were falling, Thomas and Y/N are stargazing and lose themselves in the beauty of the night.

Bleeding Heart Y/N takes care of Thomas after he was shot.

Forbidden Fruit Alfie Solomons finds out his younger sister is dating Thomas Shelby and forbids her to see him ever again, but his words cannot scare her.

Secret Girlfriend, Thomas Shelby, a man of many secrets, can no longer keep one of his most guarded secrets hidden after his girlfriend is in danger.

In the Shadow of Somme Thomas believes his sister is a blessed woman, never faced war nor the destruction of France, but one day they find out what their sister was up to in 1916.

Duties of a father, Thomas has not only neglected his duties as a husband but also as a father.

Duties of a Husband Thomas makes his wife know how deeply he loves and needs her.

Blinders Business As Thomas Shelby hears of a thriving business in town, he arranges a meeting with the head of the company.

I'll never be her, Finding out Thomas has been secretly seeing Grace, Y/N leaves with Charlie.

I have always loved you,Y/N finds out Thomas is warming another woman's bed and suddenly she finds herself in John's arms.

Shadows of the Untold Thomas discovers the dark past of his wife.

May I have this dance? Thomas had never found the bravery to ask Y/N to a dance, let alone talk to her, but when he notices her in the embrace of a man and hears about the men desiring to marry her, he cannot hold back.

How could you…. A rumour turned into truth, and the brothers are incapable of forgiving the youngest among them.

Dance through the Rain The romantic anniversary was planned to the smallest detail, but Thomas failed to include a rainstorm.

The Sailors Chant When Y/N's date doesn't show up, she sets off on her own through the dark streets of Birmingham.

Sealed Promise A secret, guarded like the royal crown, uncovered by Sherlock Holmes, comes to light.

The Ring In hope of getting her hand in marriage, men of high status are knocking on the door, but the man Y/N hopes to see is not among them.

The Barn Thomas and his girlfriend meet in secret, but the weather gets in the way.

Lurking in the Shadows As Halloween draws near, Charlie's mother worries that even Thomas will fear the costume of his son.

Coming Home for Christmas Returning home late after a rough day, Thomas arrives in an empty living room and not even the dog greets him.

(Un)lonely on Christmas Thomas visits Garrisons and meets the new barmaid.

Love me series

As Thomas Shelby hears Y/N´s parents are searching for a suitable husband for their child Y/N faces a loveless marriage she hoped to never encounter, but slowly the cold walls crumble as the scent of spring is dancing over the meadows.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Lost series

Thomas Shelby, a single father, lost his son at the fair and finds him in the arms of an unknown woman and is enchanted by her.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Who did this to you...?

Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

#thomas shelby x y/n #cillian x reader #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray #michael gray x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x you #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby fluff #arthur shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #john shelby #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby x you #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby one shot #grace burgess #thomas shelby imagine #arthur shelby #peaky blinders x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #cillian murphy imagine

[eruherdiriel]

Homecoming

Jonsa ficlet Rating: G Universe: Canon, bookverse Other: Arranged marriage, Sansa POV

Also on AO3.

Banners appear on the horizon, the emblem invisible to her at first as the standards fly straight out behind the men who hold them, but Sansa does not need to see the fabric to know who has arrived. Ghost had been beside her in the Great Hall as she met with a group of serving women when he chuffed and sprang to his feet. The direwolf had only to look at her and she knew. They had climbed the stairs in the keep until they reached the battlements, Sansa following Ghost as he walked her around to just above the East Gate. Together, they watched over the hills to the south and east of the castle, waiting for any sign of him—for Jon and his host, riding home from a gathering with new southern rulers.

The standard bearers slow their horses, and the banners relax into a gentler movement. She can see the great beast on them now, white against a grey background. While it looks the most like a direwolf—like Ghost—it is something new, with a scaled belly, long talon claws, and feathery wings—a wolf, a dragon, and a crow all in one. Ivory weirwood trunks and limbs with bright red leaves encircle the beast to complete the design, one of Sansa’s own imaginings. With their marriage, Jon could fly the Stark banner, the grey direwolf that hangs off the battlements of Winterfell even now, but he had refused.

Ghost moves back toward the stairs, and she follows to await his master in the yard. Her palms sweat in her light leather gloves and her heart pounds. I have not been this nervous to see Jon since our wedding night.

Once her husband is through the gate and off his horse, they greet each other formally. Nervousness continues to bubble inside her as they proceed into the keep and his bedchamber, where a bath awaits him. 

She leaves him there to wash off the grime of a hard ride. He frowns as she goes, no doubt sensing her disquietude. Why must he see through me? she wonders.

Perhaps his ability to do so is the very reason she finds herself in this situation.

Later, when she sees the servants taking the dirty bathwater away, she returns to his rooms. The first soft knock returns no answer, so she tries again, firmer this time, and he bids her enter. 

Jon is standing straight when she opens the door, but Sansa can see the exhaustion behind his eyes. Once again, their greeting is proper. Then they fall silent, as he waits for her to explain her presence.

There are words Sansa is thinking of trying out on her tongue, ones she has never spoken to Jon before. The alliance their marriage built is so very fragile still, and affection was never part of the promises they made to each other or their people. It grew anyway, at least for her. Scarier than recognizing that is the fear she harbors that he does not feel the same.

But Sansa is brave, so she walks closer to him and twists her tongue to form the words.

“I missed you,” she says, eyes cast down. Her disposition does not prevent her from seeing his eyebrows shoot up. With them, her own walls rise. She lifts her chin as well, no longer wishing to appear demure.

“I mean to say, Ghost missed you, and I missed having you to negotiate with the wildlings. Tormund Giantsbane is the crassest man—”

Jon halts her words as he reaches out and pulls her into his chest, his nose drawing a line up her neck as he breathes in deep. Almost like he wishes to inhale me, she thinks. “I missed you as well, my lady,” he says in her ear, and sparks shoot down her back from where his breath tickles her skin.

Sansa believes him, Seven save her. After everything, her trust in people having been trampled by a cavalry of cruel men and women, this is all it takes: an embrace and seven simple words. Only his embrace, and only his words, she promises herself.

She relaxes into his arms, content for the first time in a long while.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jon x sansa #happy new year jonsa fam #have a ficlet #*rms #eruhwrites

[scarsmood]

Step-by-step manifesting a kintype for fun!

(Otherlinking)

Read time (10-15 min)

Methodology:

It is heavily recommended you follow the process order as follows:

Research

Meditation

Hypnosis

Be sure to remind yourself that you can do this cycle multiple times in order to gain a stronger connection. Be aware that this involves hypnosis which is a powerful tool and something that can pose legitimate risk to some people (see FAQ for clarification)

Process:

-Research-

To start off this journey begin with learning more about your kintype. You should watch videos, documentaries, read the wikipedia page, read essays, conservation efforts. Truly become knowledgable with this animal and learn its in's and outs. From there go into specifics. Study anatomy, behavior and environment. Learn about how their body works and why. What diseases they can carry and pass on. What sort of behavior they exhibit. How do they socialize? Do they create roles of systems? Are there politics?

Once you've done a decent amount of research begin drawing connection's between you and the target kintype. Start with basic stuff like "they're black and I like the color black" and build up to more advanced connections like "they have a matriarchal society, I specifically like the role of female 2nd in command best as it reflects my day to day role in life"

If you cant gather a lot of connections you may need to make a bridge kintype first something more familiar to you, then once comfortable branching out farther. For example if your target kintype is a crawfish and your current kintype is a horse. A bridge kintype may be something semi aquatic like a beaver or salamander.

Once you feel comfortable with that kintype you can extend yourself farther to your target kintype. It may take some patience to get there but everything comes with time and dedication.

Now that you know a decent amount about your kintype it's time to dig deeper!

-Meditation-

Meditation can be done through some scripts i'll drop below. (Also a type of self hypnosis just not as intense as an fyi)

If you're new to meditation I would start with learning how to clear your mind. This alone can take weeks of work if you've never done it before. Essentially the goal is to relax so much you are able to wipe away your thoughts that typically run through your mind. Your inner thoughts and monologue should be silent through your will as an end goal. People with ADHD will have a harder time but Its still possible.

Clearing your mind:

Pick a comfortable place to lay down. Close your eyes. Take some deep breathes. Feel your body relax slowly. This meditation is a game of attrition so be ready for patience. Notice the thoughts in your mind and step away from them. Try to watch them from a detached point of view. The ability to hear them but not so close. Slowly pull yourself farther and farther away from them. Let them stay behind you as you drift off. This may be easy for only a moment but you may feel them come back. Don't be discouraged each time you practice you'll be able to keep the thoughts tamped down for longer and longer. Practice this until you're able to hold a strong silence in your mind for at least 15 minutes. This will be good practice for what's to come.

The path:

Pick a comfortable place to sit or lay down. Choose an area your able to feel safe in and do any rituals or habits you may need to do in order to feel completely safe or relaxed. This could be lighting a candle, locking your door, listening to music, cleaning your space ect... once you feel relaxed sit down.

You'll want to practice this a few times with your eyes open to understand what to imagine as you read. Once you understand the hang of the script close your eyes and envision it fully.

You are in your hearthome. The place you hold truly dear to you. Your in your chosen form and can look around to fully take in what's around you. You'll notice a path ahead. Walk through it.

Each step as you walk focus on one sense. sight, what do you see? What's in front of you? Whats to your sides? Next is smell, what do you smell as you travel along the path? Is it humid? Is it windy? Then hear, what can you hear? How do your foot falls sound? What do you hear in your hearthome? Then touch, how does the path feel? How does your form feel? Can you feel your true body?

As you become familiar with your senses let them grow stronger as you travel down the path. When they become very strong let the intensity fully relax you. Get lost in the world around you as you discover this place. As you begin to get more enveloped in your world focus on your instincts and follow them in your mind. Do what your heart desires in this place. In this world there is no consequence for being what you are you can do whatever you want.

when you feel satisfied return to the path and walk back towards the way you came. Each step bringing you slowly back to the physical world. Each step intertwining what you've learned about yourself back to your physical body. Once you return to where you started you'll be grounded again and able to do whatever you need in your day to day.

Familiarization:

Once you become familiar with the script above you can stretch your muscles so to speak with a few more scripts below. This is practice in widening your scope of focus and ability to adapt and change.

Bring yourself to your hearthome like you have before and bring yourself down fully. Once your relaxed and ready imagine a new place that isn't your hearthome. It may be something like a different ecosystem, a grocery store, a bouncy castle. Whatever strikes your fancy.

Here you'll take a moment to explore this new area and note all the ways your kintype may interact with this new space. Be sure to stay positive even if the environment feels unnatural at first. Notice as time goes on how you begin to adapt to the environment. Do you walk a little differently? Do your eyes adjust to the new light? Getting used to these changes is key. Noticing them is important. Once you feel comfortable in this new space explore it further and interact with it.

Once you feel tired you can head back from the way you came again. Leading back to your hearthome then back to the physical world.

Body morphing:

Bringing yourself down again you'll want to focus on your forms body. Try to change the size of yourself. Give yourself feathers. Maybe claws. Maybe become softer or smaller. Notice the differences and what parts may be difficult for you to note down later. Once you feel done return to your normal form.

-Hypnosis-

For hypnosis, I would recommend doing the first script once for the first time you drop yourself and try to not do it again (unless you feel it is really necessary) the second script is more so a reinforcer which is made to cement a new kintype into place. (I used this one the most) a third script is relatively simple to tie loose ends you may have after a roughly 4-5 month process. (for me, year long process so far)

First script:

At this stage your now in-tune with this animal and basically roleplay as it often. You may not feel as though it's fully you yet and need to cement this identity further. I would suggest mastering the two above steps. Being able to seamlessly go through "the path" meditation and having done enough research to info dump around 2 pages of content to someone if they asked. (Not a strict standard, just my recommendation. You want a very solid foundation which can take time but is worth it)

At this point (I hope) through mediation and research you can see some stronger connections that may have developed or become more aware of. Using "the path" meditation bring yourself to the same trail this time with the intention of becoming the target kintype. As you walk forward think of those new stronger connections. Imagine yourself turning into that animal slowly as you draw on those connections.

Remind yourself how good it feels to be this kintype. How this aspect of you is growing and your nurturing it. Knowing you are fully in control and able to make this commitment to a new sense of self. Imagine imagery that represents you and this kintype meshing. What that looks like. What you look like as this kintype.

Feel your instincts shift over. Drawing on your previous experience of familiarization and body morphing imagine your body changing as your perception changes into something new. You are not "shifting" but becoming yourself. Something you want to be. Something you always have been but never got a chance to express it.

Let that freedom sink in that you are now closer to understanding yourself. That you are free and can stop anytime you want. When your done morphing you can feel something in your core locking into place. Listen to yourself and answer any questions you may have about this new form. Deicide if it's truly for you. If so push yourself deeper into the feeling of your new kintype and feel it sink into you permanently.

As if a new aspect of you has taken root. You can wake up as your kintype. Your the same person you always have been but now with a new facet to explore the world with.

Second script:

Bring yourself to a state of deep relaxation and meditation. Imagine you (in your target form) in your desired hearthome. Explore similarly like you did in "the path". While noticing the connections you made previously to this new kintype. Praise them and even show them off in this world. (Ex: i am a good hunter, so hunt!) do this at least once a week! Practice makes perfect.

Third script:

For tying loose ends. Figure out what may feel missing and bring yourself back into a meditative state. Line up the problems and conflicts and look for possible solutions. Some conflicts may be issues with ego, self esteem, anger issues, disconnect, ect... Experiment with a few solutions such as "i dont think im cool enough to be x" perhaps challenge it with compassion and understanding. See yourself as an adult helping a child. Listen to yourself honestly and kindly. Give yourself support and offer solutions of kind words.

Once every question that can be solved is solved you can wake up. The desired effect will be a greater confidence in your identity. You may need to repeat this script a few times as well.

Notes:

Practice makes perfect!

FAQ will be posted when people ask me questions. (This will be a growing collection)

Repeating this entire process will make connections much stronger even if you already mastered all of the steps. The act of repeating alone is very powerful.

FAQ:

How do you Choose a target type? -

whatever you want tbh the sky is the limit. If your like "that seems fun why not" and feel ready to commit your time to it then sure!

Are there any other Meditation and hypno techniques?-

this could probably be expanded further into a collection of hypnosis scripts and meditations but the ones i listed are a solid foundation. I would focus more on specalizations if i made more hypnosis like tying an identity to a trauma (in a healing way) or spiritually connecting with an identity (rituals)

Should I do any External stuff to?- i would recommend expressing your new kintype in anyways you see fit. For me i made a grackle statue and drew them a lot along with trying to do vocals and eating garbage so go nuts.

What would be a good outcome? Ideally you feel connected to a kintype you never felt connected to or wanted to feel connection but felt it was being stumped by something.

Do you think this would impact different Nerodivergencies? Yes!

‼️Systems are more at risk of creating full blown alters instead of a kintype!‼️

‼️Clinical lycanthropes will be prone to integrating a kintype into a delusion or developing new delusions. This process can also de-stabilize reliable and predicable delusions‼️

ADHD will probably struggle a lot with this technique and will probably need to do something external or multiple steps at once to feel stimulated

Autism should be fine? Same with cluster B disorders

Most noteably systems should take the most care to try this method because its **hypnosis** which is something systems are extremely prone to since they have an innate ability to dissociate easily. This can mean your brain can take the scripts "to far" and manifest something completely out of your control

If your a system and still want to do it id say go ahead but be aware of the risks. Taking breaks or taking the process very slow to make sure your stable may be the best course of action.

Resources:

None so far!

#otherkin #therian #writing #essay #how to #hypnosis #meditation #alterhuman #kff #otherlinking

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

I'm saving this for a future blog I plan to do but in these months I thought about making sense (and a slight rewrite) of the Chinese zodiac from the miraculous box. It always bugged me quite a bit that the concepts and powers didn't correlate with each other, like:

If there is a kwami of Illusion, where is the kwami of revelation?

Shouldn't Adoration have a counterpart representing Contempt?

How do I distinguish Determination from Pretension?

What does Exaltation have to do with hitting hard and what does Passion have to do with drawing things?

Well, I decided to create a subdivision in the zodiac in which each miraculous is more related to that of the ladybug or the cat, so kwamis that are "creative forces" and "destructive forces" that oppose each other. At the same time each of these dualities represents more universal concepts of existence.

To summarize, it would be:

1. Time

Rabbit (creative force) Power of Progression: allows the user to have small premonitions or glimpses of the future/create projections of past and future events (I'm still undecided). True time travel is a power up that only the adult Bunnix possesses.

Snake (destructive force) Power of Regression: her canon powers allow her to create time loops.

2. Space (or movement)

Horse (+) Power of Translation/Travel: creation of portals.

Dog (-) Power of Return/Devolution: instead allows objects to come to you.

3. Structure:

Dragon (+) "Harmony/Order": allows you to organize the atmosphere around you although initially you can only use one element at a time.

Monkey (-) "Chaos/Disruption": alters the order of things and the powers of your enemy.

4. Matter:

Goat (+) Integration: from a representation or image (drawing) you can bring something from your imagination into reality.

Mouse (-): Dispersion: the canonical, the creation of microclones.

5. Strength:

Rooster (+) Affirmation: allows you to obtain or improve TALENTS (not superpowers or desires) only human abilities such as speed, intelligence, reflexes, etc.

Ox (-)Negation: repel any enemy attack with a shockwave that weakens it.

6. Coexistence:

Pig (+) Conciliation: grants the user the ability to empathize with his rival/target, showing their wants and needs:

Tiger (-) Collision (confrontation): grants you incredible strength to dominate your opponent.

I hope all these ideas make sense, I tried my best to organize them.

I really like the idea of pairing up each Miraculous like you've done. It's very creative, and makes a lot of sense.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota

[atopvisenyashill]

I swear if I see one more mind numbing stan post about 'active' and 'passive' women in asoiaf fandom I am going to scream. Like all the 'active' favorites *cough SIs coughs* only get that privilege through the indulgence of a powerful male relative (See Arya or Lyanna learning swordplay) or straight having access to a deus ex machina (see Rhaenyra or Dany), but without one or the other the patriarchy still catches you (see Helaena or any of Jaehaerys's daughters) or it kills you (see every violent death by childbirth like Alyssa, Aemma, or Lyanna).

FRIEND. YES. MY GOD. ITS THE DUMBEST SHIT.

For one thing, a character can fall from active to passive or move from passive to active on the flip of a dime. Lyanna goes from being an active participant in her life to dying alone in a tower of sepsis. Cersei goes from actively politicking in King's Landing and being one of the faces of the War of Five Kings to beaten down and passively accepting what's happening to her (...for now) after her walk of atonement. Arya sends quite a bit of her time at Harrenhal very passive, simply trying to live from day to day before taking action to get herself, Gendry, and Hot Pie out of Harrenhal. Sometimes, a woman is simply put in a dangerous situation where the best thing for her to do is essentially play dead - if she's not actively and literally dying, that is.

Beyond that, the definitions people have of "active" and "passive" is like, just the dumbest shit imaginable. Helaena is often called a "passive" character despite having a relatively active role in keeping King's Landing calm and under control while Aegon is king until B&C, where she becomes quite passive due to, you know, extreme trauma. Sansa is seen as "passive" despite taking an active role in her own escape from King's Landing, from plotting with Dontos to making an alliance with the Tyrells. She is "actively" trying to sabatoge Littlefinger and Joffrey by undercutting their comments, saving people they don't want saved, and drawing attention to herself and her identity but none of that is seen as active because [incomprehensible gibberish]. Similarly, Rhaenyra is seen as an "active" character despite her "active" actions being...really similar to both Cersei and Sansa ie being in charge of "passive" activities like ruling on the Small Council, sending messages instead of fighting herself, planning her own escape, fighting for her own ability to marry who she chooses, etc. Like, people will look at Rhaenyra fighting against her marriage to Laenor and call that "active" but when Sansa refuses to kneel for Tyrion that's "passive" because...*cue fandom wank* Rhaenyra never not once fights in the books nor do we see her actually physically fighting in the show yet she's an active character while other women who rely on playing politics over commanding armies are considered "passive."

It's just the dumbest sort of discourse that is applied in the most lopsided, clearly angling to keep fandom wank going instead of actually engaging with the text imaginable. I am once again directing people to Brienne and Catelyn and asking why only certain types of power are celebrated, why only certain actions are considered "active", and why only certain types of women's stories are allowed to be told, in a series teaming with all sorts of varied women's stories.

"Brienne, I have taken many wellborn ladies into my service over the years, but never one like you. I am no battle commander.” “No, but you have courage. Not battle courage perhaps but … I don’t know … a kind of woman’s courage."

"Fighting is better than this waiting," Brienne said. "You don't feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you're armored it's hard for anyone to hurt you. "Knights die in battle," Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. "As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them."

#asks #riana one #gender politics in asoiaf #anti asoiaf fandom #fandom wank

[surlifen]

guide to surlis sonas

aka an excuse to Poast Images and drone on because I love to do that!

current main sona I think and closest to a truesona: this otter guy who remains unnamed because all the names that are my name have already been used at this point LMAO

art by nepeteaa and by me! I'd honestly draw him more often if he weren't hard to draw? surli was easy because. Fox. (and Generic Thin whereas my body type is, while still pretty thin, specific in a way that's hard for me to draw) and honestly I enjoy drawing him more oTL.... otters are super hard to stylize cutely + in a way that looks Like Me... surli does not look Like Me teebeehaiche

surli fennec surlifen main sona of the past and still like... kind of me it's complicated

imbages by jilf and vhsdruid

i kinda ended up disconnecting from his Design as a Whole and the alt palette didn't really fix it but nonetheless he's never leaving my possession. it's weird cause my brain can really only connect fully to one character per Thing/Setting as a Sona who is Me so ever since splitting off into otter I don't feel FULLY connected to either the way I once did to surli :( but I am experimenting with having multiple sonas and maybe ill try that thing people do where they also do sonas for different Aspects of themselves so I don't just have an army of Normal Nice Blonds

pokesona: liam

art by me, cicadaghost, me

not much 2 say he is me pokemonned! he's much Smaller Cuter than I am and I really enjoy his simple design + imagining him in the pokemon world :3 like what berries he'd like best and what specific cities/landmarks he hangs out at... hiking in ilex forest and visiting the national park yk

lee: bunny....sona....?

art by me, purrker

he was a bit of an experiment in "CAN I have more than one fursona?" and also "CAN I make a sona who isn't Exactly Like Me?" i've always seen people whose sonas have Supernatural Elements and been like how can you do that. I respect it so much but if EYE am a normal human person how can I connect to something with strange abilities and qualities. and I still couldn't go so far as like... my friend whose sona is an honest to god several stories tall kaiju with a backstory and shit, but lee has supernatural luck and a connection to/control of storms/lightning because that's sick and awesome and cool. and also glows and has cool antlers when he wants. he's not as me as the others but he's there and he's not... NOT me?

fucking... willie dustice, silver city "self-insert" joke guy

unfortunately I DO love his stupid ass. you know how sometimes in a comic or animated show there'll be some obscure reference to one of the creators or someone on the team like as a gag that goes over most people's heads well he's supposed to be that. his appearance is me at my worst (needs haircut + shave) and he has the OP superpower of putting people in pocket dimensions of altered reality he controls entirely but he ONLY uses it to make stupid filler bottle episodes like They All Have To Play Softball or Beach Episode or whatever. represents my oft-abused ability as a creator to Put Those Guys in a Situation. he's not so much a sona (cause if I made a silver city sona it would be genuine not this greasy freak) but he sure is Representative of Me.

horse: horse

i was challenged to make a horsesona. I don't plan to do anything with him but kept him around because I liked his design. someday I might make a more natural horse sona for in case I ever joined some kind of equine rp setting or some shit equivalent but for now my sparklehorse

spinxynsona: coast

art by capricorne, me, me

coasty woasty... made for the nephfei world for the spinxyn closed species. first closed species sona ive ever had and i think hes neat! nephfei is such a well designed world that is really conducive to stories and characters influencing each other's arcs but coast is just some guy he's just there. he just lives there and minds his own business. (he has no gifts or curses so nothing really requiring a Story) but maybe i should get him some Friends at least maybe i can have a sona who has Story OC Friends from other people and still be like yes thats me if i was friends with everybody's ocs

dnd character who was based on me: august

art by me, thembodino

it was suggested since I have a very hard time being In Character (i get so self conscious) that I start with a character similar to myself! so august is incredibly Just Me FR. if i were to go on an adventure i would be bad at it and terrified. his campaign is suspended due to Life but i accidentally, due to knowing nothing, picked a pretty OP blend of stats that has made him bizarrely competent (not like. the best in the party or anything but he really can hold his own and once like critted twice and turned invisible and flew and killed a dragon) and honestly that's hilarious and I like it for him

that's it! the rest of my characters are just characters not sonas though I still love them dearly, some of them even more than some of my sonas i won't name names though ty if you made it this far. i love to Talk

#surli #liam #coast #lee #willie dustice #august

[xenosagaepisodeone]

i've consumed a lot of media where a creator's breakdown drastically changed the trajectory of a series, but narutaru is the first i've seen where the entire story is suddenly taken apart in the last 3 volumes and reconfigured into the author's response to the iraq war. volume 10 opens with the wife of an iraq war veteran (this was published in the end of 2003, and this detail is actually the only thing in the entire story that would indicate it takes place in the distant future) accidentally hitting 2 kids with her truck (subtle), followed by a US cargo plane crash landing into japanese building, and then a reveal that this was orchestrated by the US government to mobilize american troops within japan. servicemen interrogate citizens at checkpoints, and a curfew is enforced. it's at this point that the looming anxiety of nuclear warfare is also introduced as a plot point.

the vet meets up with the protagonist and explains that the 'dragon child' mentioned above is actually her son, who the US military taken from her and experimented on under the pretense of treating his degenerative illness.

^ she walks this back immediately but it's still an interesting panel given the wider context. this was scanalated in 2007 so i'm not going to be a hater towards 'believe you me'.

the arc rounds off with the protagonist and the vet's son stopping the military from carpet bombing civilians.

narutaru is messy a series that mulls over societal ills and the consequences of violence. kitoh strives to reconcile the existence of injustice with his belief that harmony in our present society can exist, but is so pessimistic in his conception of human nature that he also struggles with imagining a society that can respond to injustice instead of placating it. it feels natural that the bleak turn of the 21st century would capture his attention, and that the irrational, truly irreconcilable reality of it would draw him further into despair. the antagonist maintains that dragon children are a superior species that are destined to cull the earth and create a new civilization. as the series goes on (very specifically around volume 10), dragon children and their abilities are likened to nuclear warheads. this becomes literal in the penultimate volume as the antagonist summons nuclear warheads to destroy the earth, a process that is depicted in harrowing detail.

^it goes on like this for a while and sporadically throughout the last volumes as society crumbles further. stakes fall apart, major characters die unceremoniously, and the protagonist ultimately succumbs to despair. I don't know if this really qualifies as a spoiler since it's 1 of the 2 things the series is known for.

now with all of this being said this series is like a 6/10 for me at best. the first 7 volumes aren't anything special, and the lack of tightness in the writing (the quality jump between narutaru and bokurano is enormous, whatever awards the latter got should have just gone straight to the editor) makes the less pleasing aspects of the series more tiresome (I fucking hate tsurumaru man I dont care about the jungian symbolism beneath his character everything about him in repulsive). there are aspects I love and found memorable (akira! NORIO! kuri! shiina's complex relationship with her parents! jungian duality! the dragons! fantastic page spreads! etc!), but the rubble they're buried under can make the series a tedious read.

if you somehow are now interested in reading this, please just torrent it off of nyaa. this series suffers from both Dark Horse absolutely shitting the bed with their official translation, and most manga reading sites somehow missing entire chapters (which consistently includes 2/3rds of volume 9, which had one of my favorite side stories...baba yaga and a nice babushka are there).

[gamesception]

Sception Reads Cass Cain #28

Batgirl (2000) #12 writer: Chuck Dixon pencils: Dale Eaglesham

Batgirl (2000) takes a break from the usual creative team for a tie in to the Batman Crossover of the month, Officer Down. We've seen Eaglesham draw Cass a few times now & he's always solid. Dixon wrote for Cass back in Robin 73, which wasn't the best showing for her. Better this time, if more reliant on narration blocks than I'd like. Kind of odd that this is a 'tie in' rather than part of the story proper. Like they didn't want people to feel they had to buy this issue? I'd say it was a slight against Cass, except it's not like she was kept out of the rest of the crossover, she's in like half the issues.

But the fact that this issue is partially segregated from the rest of the crossover is convenient for me anyway, as it gives me an excuse to just look at this issue on its own this week, while next week we can bundle together the rest of Cass's appearances in the cross over.

Off the top, I have to say I really like the art in this issue. Eaglesham's fast cementing his place as my second favorite Cass artist. And not just because I like the way he draws Cass as Batgirl, but just, I mean, look at this page here, with all the details and personality packed into the scene. Kudos also to Jason Wright, the colorist for this issue, for really capturing this warm cozy homely interior, almost nostalgia-sepia-toned, while everything outside is cold and wet and blue. A single page that really captures Cassandra's isolation. At this point in her story she's basically living as Batgirl 24/7. No alter ego, no normal life, no friends. Not even really any connections apart from her somewhat fraught relationship with Barbara and her extra fraught relationship with Bruce. To see Cass on the outside looking in at the sort of connections that seem so impossibly distant, especially after the run in with her father last issue, it really works.

I also love these panels of Cass navigating Gotham, moving around like a shadow, often in the background or in silhouette. Bits like that convey the spookiness of this Batgirl a lot more than other artists who give her an angry face or emphasize the stitching on her mask or the like.

Love that panel of her rubbing her chin, thinky face clearly visible through the mask. Batman's out, so Cass decides to start investigating on her own. It's nice to see her doing the detective part of the bat-person vigilante job, rather than just leaving that part to Barbara, and Dixon does a good job of walking the reader through her thought process.

He is relying on narration blocks a bit more than I'd like, but he keeps them short and terse. Cass can talk now, but English is still a second language, and that comes across pretty well, imo. I was very critical of Dixons last showing with Cass, but he's honestly doing a solid job with her here, and as much as I don't care for them in general, I think the thought bubbles are helping. Some writers just have a hard time wrapping their heads around a non-verbal character. I'd imagine even just a little bit of language makes thing a world easier.

That said, not to beat a dead horse here, but with Cass speaking a few words here and there like this, they could have believably gotten her to this point through her own effort by studying with Barbara, no psychics required. Just saying.

I guess it hadn't really been decided how much Cass's new speaking ability had translated to reading yet? It seems from these panels that she can read at least a little, at least enough to recognize names and dates as such, which is more than she can do later on. But clearly she's not comfortable or adept enough at reading to get much out of the police files beyond Catwoman maybe being involved, and you can feel her frustration here when she abandons the papers to finally just go ask Babs for help.

Good stuff.

Of course, Babs isn't home either.

Again, I really like the way Eaglesham draws Cass. I like it more each time he shows up in this retrospective. Love little head tilt in the first panel, love the cape in the second panel there, very dracula-esque. Love that we can kind of see her face through the mask, makes her feel like a person.

Oh, you poor random doofus goons.

There's an ok fight scene at one of Selina's safehouse, albeit against no-name mooks. The panels are well drawn, the fight's perfectly readable, but it still feels pretty arbitrary, like hitting a minimum action quota for the issue.

Regardless, Selina isn't there, and the issue ends with Cass abandoning her solo efforts to go find the others.

As an event tie in the overall issue feels... pretty unnecessary. Nothing is really discovered, the story isn't advanced at all, nothing much happens. Makes sense that it wasn't an official part of the crossover, though you're left kind of wondering what the point was at all.

Even so, I kind of like the issue regardless. Eaglesham does a spectacular job with the art all the way through, and Dixon seems to have a much firmer handle on the character this time around. We get some solid panels of Cass trying to do some detective work on her own, something we rarely see, and the excellent bit early on of her flittering around through the city like a shadow. That sense of isolation from the first page really permeates the entire issue even if if the plot never touches on it, with Cass seeking out the only two people she really knows only for both of them to be out.

So yeah, even if nothing that happens in the issue really matters much, even if it doesn't really tell a stand alone story per se, I still like this one a lot.

#cassandra cain #sception reads cassandra cain #batgirl

[heromaker-if]

I have just seen people brushing checkboard style quarter mark on horses, and I immediately related it to Yennefer and Arthur. At first I think of how Yennefer would have liked them and MC with low art ability would make her disgusted, but I don't know if we can even do that on white fur breed.

But then, I think of drawing checked patterns on Arthur, and Yennefer would have enjoyed playing tic tac toe on Arthur with MC, who is soon defeated by Yennefer after ten rounds or so. Meanwhile, Arthur wouldn't even understand what they are playing, but still enjoy it sheepishly.

When I googled to see what that looked like, I accidently went down a rabbit hole of different types of styles, and there's like some really cute star patterns and stuff (I'm 😍)

But anyways, this is a very cute ask! I can imagine a low artistic MC absolutely botching something like that. Although I don't think Yennefer would mind. She can all prideful and majestic but she hardly cares about what she looks like, and is very patient with others.

Arthur on the other hand... I truly do think he would enjoy being pampered like that, but at the same time... he's hardly a still horse. He'd be moving around and getting excited and whatnot, and it would be very hard to keep him long enough to do something like that.

Your take on Yennefer and Arthur's interaction is also cute! I'm glad Yennefer is patient, she'd need to be to deal with a horse like Arthur. I can't wait to write more interactions between them! (Albeit, if somehow horses were able to play chess, I think Arthur would just try to eat the pieces 🤭)

Thank you for the ask as always! I haven't written anything related to my dear horses in awhile, so it was a nice refresher!

#ask #morninglilyofthenile #hmif yennefer #hmif arthur

[unhinged-summer-fun]

burning flames or paradise

Written for Danktober 2022 Day 05: Heartbeat, Flame, National Do Something Nice Day. Go do something nice!

Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Summary: The mysterious man who'd taken up residence in the old forge had been drawing the interest of your abilities for some time now. But why?

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 3069

A/N: Soulmates make my knees weak.

[full danktober list here]

"I don't know about that one, girl. Seems awful bad news to me." You only idly listened as the old crone spoke, eyes staying fixed on the old forge. Someone had bought the place from that old crook Kieran, and was fixing it up little by little. There'd only ever been glimpses of this mysterious new owner, but today he was walking around the market doing his shopping like everyone else.

You recognized him from when he'd first come into town, camping on the outskirts several days before the first snowfall. You'd been returning from a long walk gathering herbs in the woods, and had briefly shared the doorway to the tavern with the man while you sought supper. The moment had been brief and sharp in its sudden bite at your attention, but you'd felt no fear the way you had with other men who rode through town. All the tension surrounding his arrival had broken when the barmaid mentioned seeing Kieran ride determinedly out of town, whistling gaily atop the horse the newcomer had come in on.

It was nearly deadwinter, now. He was still quite dour, that much was clear even from a distance. You knew where the old woman's concern came from, implying that the ill intents of man would sometimes hide themselves in plain sight, but your experience told you that it was safer to operate with the belief that the wicked would go to any extent to hide their nature. Many a wolf in your life had hidden beneath the mannered trappings of wool.

You wondered what this man was hiding, if his surly appearance was anything to go off of.

"Just the two today, thanks," you said softly, paying for your usual rashers of bacon. Before you could escape her entirely, she called out to warn you of the coming snow and you went on your way. You didn't need to hear any more of her foreboding suspicions. You had enough of that on your own.

Your shopping was finished after that, so you let yourself indulge a bit in just watching the people in the square. Unfortunately, you could no longer see the mysterious man anymore, and you sighed in disappointment, feeling silly a moment later. At least he's coming out into town at all. Can't expect too much from someone you didn't--

"Perdóneme, dama." You looked up into those eyes you'd been so enchanted by the first time you saw them.

Then, straddling the threshold facing him head-on, he'd glared at you for the crime of looking at him, and though his personality screamed ice, there was a hidden heat in his eyes you couldn't look away from. It felt... not familiar, but almost lonely. Not the heat of a wildfire or a cooking fire, but that of a small campfire, just to keep company by. Perhaps this was why he took over the forge, to have a piece of something warm and alive that only lived as long as you let it. You thought he somehow felt that you could see that, and rushed away into the night.

"That's alright," you said in a rush, catching your breath after a few long seconds of stunned silence. You feared he could hear your heart beating like a drum in your chest. You still were unafraid of him, only surprised to see him so close in much the same way as the first time, mere moments after he'd crossed your mind.

He looked like he wanted to say more. Instead, just like the first time as well, he grunted some pardon and continued on his way, leaving you to yours.

You thought of the exchange the rest of the day.

❖

His name was Tovar, the barmaid said that evening over supper. "Comes in to eat twice a day. Hardly says a word. Just pays for a plate and eats right over there by himself. Didn't come in this evening, though." You were only half-listening, imagining the kind of life this man--Tovar--must lead to stick to such a routine each day.

"He spoke in a different tongue when I saw him last," you said distractedly, trying to see what she knew but giving the air of politely continuing conversation. It had worked well in the city, and triply so out here, where conversation was so rarely satisfying to the soul.

"Aye, my Jan believe him a Spaniard. He passed by when he was making the shit deal with Kieran for the forge. You know it?"

"The deal?"

"No, but it was shit, though." You've said. "The tongue. Spainish."

"I don't," you admitted. But I do know that's not the name.

The barmaid just rose her eyes in mirth, leaning in to talk to you. "I'm sure he'd love to teach you. Seems right personable to be around, fine company." She teased, but you frowned behind your nervous laugh. The man wasn't here to defend himself, and you didn't like the idea of his homeland being something to pick fun over.

"I've got to get back. I'll see you."

"Get home safe. With the wind being as it is, only a fool would dawdle."

You left the tavern, pulling your shawl over your shoulders a bit tighter. She wasn't wrong, it would snow, but not until you got home.

❖

Your divine sense had warned you of the weather that morning, in a much more insistent way than it normally did. These portents typically came when your life needed them most, like a crack of lightning striking the well just before you normally would fetch water, or forewarning of a terrifying beast coming on a rampage through town. Occasionally, they were simpler things, calmer. Urges to walk in the woods, to take this turn and catch the light of a rainbow in the sky, or the passage of a family of deer. They cautioned you over food threatening to rot, sick individuals to avoid. Sometimes, they would hint about a new friend arriving to town.

In the case of Tovar, your sense had given you none of the warnings you were familiar with, only a deep interest surrounding the man. This, of course, sparked your curiosity and intrigued you even more than a newcomer to the village already would have. Even now several weeks after his arrival, the sense surrounding the snowstorm felt just as deeply meaningful, intense and vague toward you in the way Tovar himself had been, and you found yourself taking a fools' route back to your home, walking by the forge to see what you could make of it.

The cold nipped at your nose, prompting you to pull the shawl over your head and face to protect from the icy wind. The forge was dark and quiet when you approached. The last few days, you knew he had been working on cleaning the flue to the forge itself, the last and darkest task before the lighting of that blazing hearthflame. It was extremely foolish to attempt this with winter approaching so quickly, but despite this, he asked nobody for help, and nobody offered it.

The door swung open easily when you pressed on it, confirming your suspicions. The entire place was like ice, still and unsettling. "Hello?" you called. "Tovar?" The name felt unfamiliar on your tongue, but not unpleasant. Silence chilled and shook your composure more than the temperature, until you heard movement approach.

The man filled the doorway to the back room the way a damned door should. He was shadowed almost completely, but not enough to hide his shivering. He made a questioning noise of you and you became aware that you didn't quite know why you were here, only that you should have been.

"I... it's going to snow soon, do you have a fire?" It seemed polite enough to ask.

He scowled. "The previous forgemaster, he..." he waved at the darkened hearth and made a sound of disgust. "There is mold in the firewood pile he sold to me. Rats have eaten at the bellows. The trough holds more cracks than water. It is all useless." He huffed a frustrated breath, the air clouding before his face in the scant light.

"That's terrible, and you must be so cold," you said, eyebrows raising expectantly. If you were to leave now, you had no way of ensuring he would survive the night.

"Quite." Apparently, Tovar had run out of ideas, for a desperate man would have disclosed even one, here. He looked down and away, like this icy fate was meant for him, and he welcomed it like the judgment of heaven, knowing his destination anyway. Your mouth moved for you.

"Stay with me this night."

"What?" he said, looking up in suspicion.

You doubled down. "It's likely you'll be snowed in by morning. If you have no fire, you won't be found until spring. Stay with me, at my house."

He warred with himself over your offer. Were kindnesses proffered so rare in his life that he had to test each for poison? Your sense gave a gentle nudge of both confirmation and approval, and you felt yourself buckle down into your decision, ready to drag this man by the ear to your home if you needed to. He saw you set your jaw and sighed.

"Fine. Just until daybreak. Then I'm going to the wood to chop a tree." He disappeared behind the wall, presumably to grab his things. In a lull of the wind, you could hear him say, "...so I don't chop that man's head off myself." It made you smile, which you covered with your shawl when you heard him return. "I am ready."

"Let's hurry."

❖

The snow fell in earnest by the time you crossed the threshold to your small cottage. The small collection of walls and roofing had been handed down to you from some old dead relative who never even lived here, and you'd jumped at the chance to move away from the bustle of the city to someplace quieter, somewhere you could hear yourself think for the first time in a long while. In the city, the divine warnings had come several times a day, leaving you in a constant state of anxiety. You lived your life as if it was something to survive rather than enjoy.

Your fire built up quickly, the wood dry and healthy. When it reached its peak, you turned to look at Tovar, seeing him standing far away from you, like you would scream for help if he approached. "Come closer, you're trembling," you said gently, welcoming him toward the warming hearthstone.

It took a long, frozen moment, but he took one cautious step forward, then another, until he fell to his knees before the fire and held his hands close enough to the flames to alarm you somewhat. But he must have had no fear of fire, to choose to work a forge. "I can repay you for this," he said in a solemn tone, an air of vows and repentance about him. "I am in your debt."

"Enough of that," you muttered, shaking your head and removing your shawl to replace it with a warmer blanket off your bed. You threw the other blanket at his head. "Hasn't anyone done something nice for you just to do it? No expectations or repayment?"

He scowled at you when he pulled the blanket off his head. "No." The fabric had mussed at his hair a little, and with the snow having melted into the black locks, he looked properly disheveled. "Nobody."

You were astonished by his conviction. It must have shown enough to affect him, because he attempted to explain.

"I am... I am not a good man. I did... wicked things for money and war-glory for many years. Most of my life, in fact. You should not trust me."

"You were a mercenary," you translated.

"I was."

"You're a blacksmith now."

"Fine job of one, no?" he sighed, looking down and away.

Instincts spoke. "You've never done a wicked thing to me, nor anybody in the village. We've needed a forgeworker for a long time, and Kieran would never sell the place to anyone in town. Why wouldn't I trust you? You've given me no reason not to."

"My soul is damned, dama," he whispered, pleading with you to understand that which you refused to see.

"Yet you remain alive."

"A penance," he grumbled. "Do not trick me with riddles."

"You're very determined to live an unhappy life, aren't you?" you said with a laugh, standing and going for a small cellar and pulling out a loaf of bread you'd made that morning.

You jumped slightly when you turned and came face-to-face with the man again for a third time. Tovar was very clearly trying to intimidate you into changing your mind about him. Few had succeeded in scaring you off, though, and they'd tried everything to get you back. You looked up at him and saw the fire in your hearth reflected in his eyes, hot and full of depth you were sure you weren't imagining.

He looked just as he did when you first saw him, outwardly angry but unable to control the loneliness inside of him. He looked as he did the second time, confused and curious about you in the way you assumed wolves wondered if they could eat a new kind of prey. This third time, he looked mostly as though he had given up trying to hide himself from you. He expressed discomfort in being praised and assured, and frustrated at the self-imposed denial of his wishes to seek answers of you. He was never going to speak without you making the first move.

"Yes, you're very scary, Tovar. But are you hungry?"

He pulled a face of confusion and hardly moved as you walked past his large frame. If he didn't join you at the table a moment later, you would have wondered if the fire had proved useless and he'd actually frozen in place. He looked at you with a peering interest, eyes squinted at you like you were a puzzle he wanted to figure out. It made your heart skip a little to have such attention on you. You wanted him to know you, to solve you and enjoy mixing you up again.

"Here." You pulled off a piece of bread for him and took another for yourself. "There's more in the pantry you can help yourself to. "Romina said you weren't there for supper this evening."

"I've been struggling with the situation in the forge since midmorning." He sighed in frustration.

"Keeping a good forge running is basically a one-man job. Even in the cities, it takes a team of men to start one up."

"You've lived in cities?"

You looked away. "For a time. I've been on my own for quite awhile. Out here problems seemed smaller. Mistakenly, I believed myself to be the only harbinger of my own luck. I was dissuaded of that notion fairly quickly. If you would accept any help, I can offer it."

"That is doubtful," he said with a scoff.

What gall.

You quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Doubtful that I would accept it, not that you would offer. You offer help very... forcefully."

You laughed. "That's a word for it. Why would you doubt yourself? You've accepted my help once already." You motioned to his place before you.

The longer you talked in front of the fire, the more comfortable he grew, watching you describe your stories with a sort of tentative amusement. You told him stories of the city, your first years out here in this nameless village in a nameless land. How you thought, at one point, you would have to shed your own name just to prevent drawing attention.

Throughout it all, his eyes sparkled like the spitting fire sucked up the chimney, but the most he offered by way of humor were scoffs, sarcasm, and a face full of expressions to convey what he thought. You wondered when he'd laughed last, or if it had ever been something he'd done.

"I lied to you earlier," he said later on. You were dozing off in your chair as the wind howled and shrieked past the glass of the windowpanes. His proclamation came extremely close and quite suddenly, the way he seemed most comfortable around you. Were it any other, you would have filled with dread, but instead you were intrigued. When he didn't continue, you sat up straighter, gave him your full attention.

"There was someone I knew who did things for me without expectation. Kindnesses. They always felt misplaced. The company we kept was consistently that of liars and cheats and bad men. To have somebody... To know that he... His loyalty to me was... I did not understand it. I still do not understand him."

He looked troubled, recalling his time with his friend. It sounded like they were the only friend Tovar had who was worth awarding that title. You wondered briefly of the fate this friend suffered, whether they rested eternal or just somewhere else. It mattered not to Tovar. Their absence was as simple as death.

"Some friends just are."

"Are what?"

"Friends."

"Yes, some friends just are what?"

"Some friends are just... They're just friends to you. That's what friends do, what friendly people do. They choose to be nice to you because that's what they want to be. It's for no reason or holiday or ulterior motivation. It's for no promise of repayment or currying favor with the almighty, it's because they take pleasure in doing kind things."

He looked bewildered, and you expected some incredibly insulting, yet grateful thing to come out of his mouth next.

You were right.

"You are very strange."

"Thank you," you smiled. "I prefer the word friendly."

"Strange, and friendly." The barest hint of a smile crept across his lips, before disappearing again. "Thank you."

"For being strange and friendly?"

"Yes."

"I'll tell you a secret, Tovar." You leaned in a little, beckoning him closer. He rolled his eyes and leaned in when you didn't continue instantly. "I think you're pretty strange and friendly, too."

He looked surprised, a look that only intensified when he laughed aloud. Quite suddenly, though beyond your awareness, the storm outside felt just a little further away.

#unhingery #danktober 2022 #pero tovar x reader #f!reader #pedro pascal fanfiction

[shwoop]

Miraculous cleaved AU Power Systems - Zodiac addition

so uh hi! im shwoop and this is my little (hah!) pet project! I’m gonna write dot jot notes here and some other necessary info for this au so if anyone wants to play in my sandbox.

 ( I used Not Dead Yet’s magic system as a template make sure to check it out                                  after this !!! ) there will be more ml boxes!!)

- Rat (water( heart )yang) Miraculous of Cleverness and Community.          Makes clones of herself and others but gets smaller for each one. peak power is a hundred clones able to lift twenty times her own weight. restraints are the more they split the more exhausted the user gets, others get disoriented when done to much

- Ox (earth (body) yin) Miraculous of Determination and Absorption.                      The most durable of the miraculous, the user is able to absorb 5% of all attacks aimed at them there final is reflecting it out in a single devastating attack. draw backs is that the user will feel far more pain than the others and his final takes time to charge

- Tiger (wood (mind) yang) Miraculous of Confidence and Amplification.                The most intimidating/charismatic of the miraculous, only second to the dragon. their final is a scream that can stun, disrupt, or strenghen moral. restraints would be how long she can go on a single breath

- Rabbit (wood(mind)yin) Miraculous of Cycles and Time.                                   An outlier, mainly because of the moon rabbit myth that had affected the creation process. they can use there control over time to speed themselves up or use there mallet as an extention of herself to cause an area affect. her power/time level shifts with the moon cycle making her weakest on a full moon( because the light reflected is the suns, not the moon)

- Dragon (earth(body)yang) Miraculous of Balance and Weather.                           this miraculous requires its users to have a clear head to avoid catastrophe and will boot the user out of their transformation if it see you as a danger to its self and others. the powersgiven to the user is the physical manifestation of whatever weather is occuring at the time. overtime the user could affect and prexisting weather

- Snake(fire(energy)yin) Miraculous of Growth and Intuition.                                   I’m thinking the final would be clairvoyance, but not like random stuff or even shots of dead world(or timelines) but of pivotol character moments like how the hug between mrabel and isabela. restriction here would be up for interpretation. subtle plant manipulation

- Horse (fire(energy)yang) Miraculous of Movement and Migration.                        portal powers but I liked the feet feathers so much that the user can float for a little while too. restraints I dunno, has to picture where there going I guess. oh they have binocular vision so the untrained will feel super weird at the start so best time to fight these guys is at the start 

- Goat (earth(body)yin) of Imagination and Dreams.                                              the goat miraculous grants users the ability to astral project to the spirit realm even able to form weak constructs after practice. The con? it leaves your body defenceless and if you don’t return to it, the user will be stuck forever in the astral realm, the same will happen if someone takes the miraculous

- Monkey (metal (soul) yang) Miraculous of Curiosity and Pranks.                          basically ben 10...thats his power, being ben 10.

- Rooster (metal (soul )yin ) Miraculous of Discipline and Culmination.                  able to acess any possible ability to ever exist within the animal kingdom, but never able to unlock its true potential.

- Dog (earth (body) yang) Miraculous of Prudence and Reclamation.                    able to track, there final is a dig ability they can use that breaks through anything in their search for whatever was lost. their only able to use this ability once every transformation.

- Pig (water (heart) yin) Miraculous of Nurturing and Jubilation.                              I have yet to decide if it’ll be a gift or Not dead yets power of imunity, can’t it be both? uuugggghhh a decision for future me

soo this is my sandbox hope you have as much fun as I did making this Byeeee

#miraculous cleaved AU #ml au #ml cleaved #miraculous cleaved #miraculous powers #miraculous kwamis #miraculous rewrite #alternate powers #sandbox #zodiac miraculous #wu xing #yin yang #not dead yet

[something-like-air]

2 - Itachi x Karin for the ask prompt

Ask and you shall receive

Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49360570

Sasuke’s harlot is laying back against the inn bed, her laced boots dangling off the side of the bed, when she asks, “What would you say if I… Kissed you right now?”

Itachi doesn’t even bother looking up from where he’s been working on his disassembled pistol, meticulously oiling and cleaning each of its inner parts. “I’d say I thought you a much smarter woman than that.”

“Come on, now.” Karin lets out a long, annoyed hiss, like a rattlesnake coiled around a horse’s hoof. She attempts to rise on her elbows but is caught partway by the handcuff around her wrist, keeping her left hand chained down to the bed-frame.

Unable to get comfortable otherwise, she tucks her boots under her on one of the threadbare blankets offered to him by the innkeeper and lies there, half-reclined, as she watches him. “You didn’t even pause to think on it.”

“I don’t need to. I’m afraid I don’t believe in that kind of foolishness.”

She snorts in a rather unladylike way. “Don’t tell me you never get to thinking about what it’d be like to be with a woman. A lone law man like you? There’s bound to be plenty of nights where you find yourself wishing for the comfort of a woman.”

“Ah, but there’s a difference between you, miss, as a specific woman, and women generally as a class.” He pauses to dip his brush back into his jar of oil. “A very large difference, mind you.”

“Well, aren’t you all high and mighty!” She scrunches her face at him and jerks her chin towards the various gun parts scattered around his desk. “Clearly you’ve got something wrong in your head, because if you were smart, you’d keep that gun in one piece knowing that Sasuke’s on his way to come find you.”

“Is he now,” Itachi murmurs, concentrating as he cleans powder residue from the chamber. He glances out the second-story window but sees nothing but dry lands and desert. It’d be nice if that were true, but he can’t imagine Sasuke will catch up to them in less than a day. “It seems his horse must be on the slower side, because I don’t have the sense he’ll be joining us any time soon.”

Unable to resist the urge to provoke the woman further, he adds, “Perhaps Sasuke has other, greater priorities he’ll need to see to first.”

As predicted, Karin throws herself back down onto the bed in anger, sending up a small cloud of dust that refracts in the setting sun. She turns toward the wall in an attempt to put her back to him, but with her hands trapped, her ability to maneuver is limited.

“He’ll be here,” she says darkly, her voice muffled into the wooden paneling. “He’ll be here, and he’ll put a bullet hole through that stupid head of yours before you can even draw.”

“Hm.” He can’t say he’s hoping for an outcome that is all too different from that one, though she has no business knowing about that. He nods back towards the dusty window at his side. “Considering I have the high ground here, that seems unlikely.”

“‘The high ground,’” she repeats. It is enough of a provocation that she turns back for the sole purpose of mocking him to his face. “You might have a crooked badge, but not even someone like you is gonna chicken out of a duel like that. I won’t lie and say you’re an honorable man, but your ego is too big not to.”

“Do you truly think so?” Itachi finishes reassembling his pistol and spins the empty chamber until he hears a satisfying click. “As far as I’m concerned, my greatest priority is ensuring the safety of the townsfolk here, which entails eliminating any threats to them or myself. I see no need for ceremony when it comes to that.”

She’s quiet a moment, before she shakes her head lightly. Her red hair - which had been tied up in a loose sort of style when he’d encountered her - is coquettishly loose, and portions are short enough to curl around her neck and collarbones in the heat. “You won’t do that, though. You’re too honorable to do something like that.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Am I an honorable man now? You’ve changed your mind awfully quick.”

She grunts. “Well, you haven’t ravished me yet.”

“And that has much more to do with your reputation than any honor of mine.” She glowers at him for that, which is amusing enough. “And miss?”

“What?” she answers, petulant.

“I’m going to have to take that file off of you.”

Karin pauses where she’s been oh-so-subtly cutting away at the metal links of her handcuffs. “You sure didn’t waste any time with that,” she says, sulkily.

“I was hoping that you would produce it first, and spare me the effort of having to dig through your skirts to find it,” he says, as he plucks the small file from her fingers. It’s barely two inches long, concealable in an infinite number of places, none of which he has any intention of exploring himself. “I’m assuming there are others, but hopefully you see the futility of trying to use them.”

She raises one thin, red eyebrow. “How hopeful about that are you?”

“Not enough,” he deadpans. He taps her on the head with the file before he pockets it and makes to sit back down at the rickety little table the innkeeper had provided him. “Do us both a favor and keep quiet until Sasuke arrives. You’ve served your purpose until then.”

“I thought Sasuke wasn’t coming any time soon?” she asks. “Should’ve thought about that before you tied me down to this only bed, you know. Hope you aren’t gonna be tired in the morning cause of it, cause that’d just be an awful shame.”

Itachi could just as well aim his pistol with his eyes closed, let alone short of a few hours of sleep, but he has no need to defend his reputation.

Instead, he intends to sit by his little window and enjoy the rest of the setting sun. The oncoming night is cool, his trap is set, and he sees no use in disrupting what may otherwise be a peaceful night.

In the morning, after all, he’ll be facing his brother, and only one of them will be walking away.

It wouldn’t hurt to spend the last night of his life in good spirits.

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