#Monk or a part of him died

[shanastoryteller]

happy birthday shana! anything ATLA?

a continuation of 1

Sokka's heard a lot of Aang's friend that he made on one of his weird summer retreats. He'd assume it's all lies except Gyatso has corroborated most of it.

"I'm still not buying the bear thing," he says, leaning back in the booth while Aang nearly vibrates in place.

"The bear was actually one of the quieter parts of the trip," Aang says, craning his neck like that'll make him appear any sooner.

Katara starts eating Aang's pancakes since he doesn't seem appropriately interested in them. Toph starts doing the same to his eggs, poor kid. They're going to have to order him another breakfast by the time he notices.

Growing up surrounded by monks hadn't really prepared Aang for the art of eating defensively.

"Trip," Toph repeats. "You were missing. Gyatso thought you were dead. Your were national news!"

It hadn't been a great couple of weeks on their end either.

"If I'd died, he probably would have found me faster," Aang says. That had also been Gyatso's justification for why he thought Aang was fine, even though anything could have happened to him that wouldn't leave a body behind, like getting eaten by a bear. Aang's face lights up and jumps to his feet, standing on the seat and waving his arms like there's any way to miss him. "He's here! ZUKO! Over here!"

Sokka sighs then turns to where Aang is looking and freezes.

He's heard a lot about Zuko, but he can't believe that Aang forgot to mention this very important, crucial detail.

He's hot.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #atla

[canisalbus]

For some reason, I was always under the impression that Machete (through various misfortunes and happenstance) just sort of... BECAME a priest - I wasn't aware that be actually WANTED to be one :0 what was his reasoning for that line of work? I mean, I guess growing up in and around the church might foster an interest, but...?

Well, priests were held in extremely high regard at the time. Apart from nobility who had the benefit of proper education, they were usually the only people who were literate, and being able to read was a massive advantage. Social classes were extremely rigid, if you were born a peasant you died a peasant and so on. But if you managed to join the clergy, had luck on your side and didn't do abysmal job, you might be able to ascend to a higher status, accumulate more wealth and live reasonably comfortably regardless of your origins (to my understanding the main reason people didn't choose this path to escape poverty and hardship was because of the literacy requirement. I've read that some village priests could only write their name and memorized everything else, but for the most part you had to be able to write, read and speak at least passable Latin). Committing crimes against men of God was a severe offence, more so than regular laypeople, and (at leasts in some eras and places) priests themselves couldn't be tried in regular courts and had their own ecclesiastical courts instead, all of this made clergy kind of a protected class.

Machete spent his early childhood in a monastery, after his parents left him there (he was sickly and his family was stretched thin and couldn't care for him anymore. Before orphanages monasteries sometimes housed orphans and foundlings until they were old enough to be apprenticed). He grew up in a strongly religious environment so a certain sense of spirituality and fear of God was ingrained in him from early age. He was a quiet, meek, punctual and polite kid, and because he didn't like to play outside and was so well behaved, he was allowed inside the scriptorium and the library. He was inquisitive and very fascinated by books so the monks taught him to read, and when they commented he'd make a good priest he was instantly entranced with the idea. He wasn't interested in preaching, but if there was a chance he could be safe and respected, even regarded as holy, he felt he had to do everything in his power to attain that. Sure he was sort of guided and trained towards that goal all along, but he also genuinely thought it was something that would give his existence meaning and significance, after being discarded by his birth family and feeling vague worthlessness and lack of belonging ever since.

#he sort of tunnel visioned to this thing he viewed as the highest form of honor #he endured the grueling apprenticeship and the long days in the university thinking it would all be rewarded once he got ordained #if he was a good little priest surely Heavenly Father would love him #answered #roxirinart #Machete #Vaschete lore #I'm not a historian so take everything I say with a grain of salt #it's entirely possible I might be misremembering stuff despite my best efforts

[theemissuniverse]

“MAN UP” RAIDEN X FLIRTY!READER

SUMMARY : You flirt with Raiden all the time but he’s to shy to do anything about it. You are part on the Lin Kuei. Your power is Poison Ivy and you wear all red

WARNING : MATURE MINORS DONT INTERACT. soft!dom, slight breeding, “good boy”, slight dirty talk

Kung Lao wanted nothing more than to smack the shit out of Raiden. Raiden would miss his chance with you every single time you delivered it on a silver platter. Sometimes it could be questionable on what you would mean but most of the time you would downright flirt with him and it would go over his head every time.

It wasn’t just Kung Lao that was annoyed, it was Johnny Cage and even Kenshi. They could all not believe Raiden was that clueless you were flirting with him.

They also couldn’t believe you were even flirting with him. You were waaay out of Raiden’s league. Completely. You were a powerful warrior from the Lin Kuei with your power being able to control the poison and other powers. There was no way you were actually flirting with Raiden of all people.

But you were. There was something about Raiden that pulled you to him. He wasn’t like most guys. He respected you to the fullest and admired how good at fighting you really were. You loved when men admired you.

Raiden did have a crush on you from his months being with the monks, training for the tournament. He found you unlike any woman he had ever met. However, he himself felt as if he was out of your league.

You watched Raiden as he defeated all the monks at one time. Your eyes widen. That was impressive. I mean, you weren’t expecting that. That made you want Raiden even more.

After Raiden bowed to the monks, they started to walk away. You took it as your opportunity to walk over to him. “Okay, hotshot. That was good.”

Raiden turned to you. Immediately butterflies were erupting from his stomach but he ignored them and gave you a smile. “I try. I haven’t seen you in a minute, Poison Ivy.”

You chuckled at the name you had been given since birth. “Please, Raiden. You know you can call me (Y/N).” You close the distance between you two. “Help me stretch?” You didn’t bother to wait for a response. You hoisted your leg over his shoulder and stood there on your other.

Raiden didn’t know why he was impressed with your flexibility but he smiled none the less. He obviously wasn’t going to say it out loud but your leg over him gave him a very dirty scenario and he practically cursed at himself for even thinking of you in that way. “Sure. So, what have you been up to?”

The truth is you had been searching for your father. Your mother died at a young age and you had been in the Lin Kuei ever since but you didn’t want to burden Raiden with your family problems. “Thinking about you.”

Usually your flirting would go over Raiden’s head. Now, he had finally caught it in real time and he was the least bit prepared for it.

He couldn’t understand why you would want to even flirt with him. He wasn’t anything special. You were worth so much more than him.

When he looked over your shoulder, he had seen Kung Lao, Johnny, and Kenshi in hearing distance behind you. They were motioning him to go for it. It looked like Kung Lao was about to pop a blood vessel if he didn’t make a move.

He sucked it up. I mean, what was the worse that could happened? You were already flirting with him. “I think about you too.”

You were kind of taken aback at this. Raiden never had flirted back. It was part of your game but maybe he was done playing and wanted to give in. “Oh really?” You switched your leg to come in contact with his shoulder and gave your other one a rest by standing on it. “What do you think about?”

‘Abort! Abort! Abort!’ Was all that was running through Raiden’s mind but he was in too deep. If he back peddled right now it would be severely awkward. “What do you think I think about?”

Your hands feel up against his chest. They travel down all the way to his stomach. You do this in a continuous motion, not looking in his eyes. “You want to know what I think?”

“Enlighten me.”

“I think…” You put your leg down. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. “You want me in the dirtiest way imaginable but you’re too scared that I’ll reject you.”

That was exactly what Raiden was thinking. He wasn’t a very prideful man but he was a man at the end of the day and he did not want to admit this. When he looked over your shoulder he once again saw the gang telling him to keep going. The only difference was that Johnny Cage made a motion to his neck “slitting” his own throat with his thumb as of to say to Raiden that if he didn’t go for it that he would end him.

Raiden focused his attention back on you. “That could be.”

You leaned in closer, your lips were almost touching. You looked deep in his eyes but you had to look up at his slightly since he was taller than you. “Don’t play with me, Raiden.”

“I would never.”

You let out a chuckle. You back away slightly. “Just remember. You asked for this.”

Raiden didn’t quite understand what you meant by that. That’s when he watched green smoke surround the two of you. He closed his eyes out of instinct.

When Raiden opened his eyes, he realized he was in a room. You had teleported him to your room in your home. He didn’t see you though. “(Y/N)?”

You teleported behind him. He felt your presence and he turned around. You didn’t say anything. You just walked up to him and kissed him.

Raiden was only slightly surprised by this. It made him have enough time to kiss you back. He cupped your face with his left hand and his right was on your waist.

He kissed with passion and thirst. Like he had been waiting forever for this moment. You kissed him back just the same.

You pulled away and then shoved him on the bed. He landed on it looking at you in awe. You used your powers to make yourself invisible for a moment.

Raiden looked around confused to where you could’ve went. He was about to call your name but you appeared again standing in front of him. This time you were wearing your red lingerie set.

His mouth was watering. He didn’t know he wanted you this bad. He felt his dick grow bigger and out of instinct, felt embarrassed.

You sat on top of him and pulled him in a sloppy kiss. While you two kissed, you took off his hat and threw it somewhere in the room. Raiden placed his hands on your hips while yours were on his neck.

This was it. He was finally having you. There just was one slight problem.

“(Y/N).” He said in the kiss. You didn’t care what he had to say, you kept kissing him. “I don’t really have that much experience.” Raiden wasn’t a virgin but he had only slept with two women in his life. He was not skilled by any means.

You pulled away from his lips. You looked deep in his eyes to make sure he was understanding what you were saying. “You really think that matters to me?” You unclipped your bra and tossed it on the bed, revealing your breasts.

Raiden was in a trance. You were absolutely perfect by all definitions. He felt himself get even harder and you giggled because you could feel it.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts. You encouraged him to play with him and he did. When he did, he made sure to play with your nipples which caused you to let out light moans.

You pulled the shirt over Raiden’s head leaving him shirtless and went back to kissing him.

Raiden didn’t want you to feel like you were doing all the work. He overpowered you and laid you at your side, continuing to kiss you. Then he did what you didn’t expect him to do.

He slipped his hand inside of your panties and played with your clit. You let out a sharp gasp and threw your head back.

Raiden took his chance to kiss your neck. He gave you sweet kisses on your neck before sucking on it. He rubbed your clit in circles at a nice steady speed.

You never had the pleasure of a man willingly playing with you. Usually you’d have to ask but Raiden was doing it like he’s always wanted to.

His lips went to your breasts and he kissed all over them. He took his time with each one. Then he sucked on the left nipple sweetly. This causes you to moan louder. “Oh. Raiden.”

Nothing made him turned on even more than you saying his name. It encouraged him to take the next step.

Raiden removed his fingers away from your swollen clit. He then took your underwear off slowly. Raiden then forced you to spread your legs and he started to eat you out.

He sucked your pussy like it was his favorite thing to eat. Your instincts were to pull on his hair which he didn’t seem to mind. “No experience my ass.” You said.

Raiden chuckled a little but continued to suck your clit. He licked all the parts that would make you squirm.

You rolled your eyes in the back of your head when you felt his tongue constantly lick your clit. It was the best thing in the entire world.

You didn’t want to cum like this though. You forced Raiden’s head up which he immediately stopped. “Did I do something wrong, love?”

The nickname gave you butterflies. You never had intimacy like this but this felt so personal. “No. I just want you.”

Raiden understood what you meant. And he wanted you too. “I don’t have anything.”

“It’s fine.” You pulled Raiden in for a kiss and he gladly kissed back. As you two kissed, you started to pull off Raiden’s bottoms.

Raiden broke away from the kiss and he pulled them off along with his underwear. That’s when you raised your eyebrows in shock. You were not expecting Raiden to be that big. “Is that suppose to fit in me?”

You could tell that made him flustered. He covered his face but you removed it and gave him a kiss.

Raiden allowed you to flip him over. You wanted to be on top. You wanted to show him how much you had wanted him.

You slid carefully on his dick. You internally thanked him that he had did foreplay as he was so big, he stretched you out.

Raiden grabbed your hips at the pleasure of you sinking down on him. You didn’t even give him a chance. You immediately started to move on him.

You started with a slow speed so you could get the hang of it. Raiden was not quiet at all and felt like putty in your hands.

Your hands rested on his chest. You began to move faster on him. “Oh, (Y/N). Yes.”

You wanted to mess with him. You took his hand off of you. “You’re not allowed to touch.”

Now that was impossible. Him? Not touch you? “But I-“

You silenced him with a quick kiss before pulling away. “Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let you.”

Raiden never had sex like this. The last two times he would have to be dominant. (Which he wasn’t the best at.) So he wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t complaining though.

You continued to bounce up and down on him. Raiden placed his hands behind his head to prevent him from touching you. “(Y/N). It feels so good.”

Your hands rubbed all over his chest. He was so attractive like this. You figured Raiden was the submissive type. “Aw, like this baby?”

“Please don’t stop.” Raiden had the instinct to grab you but he couldn’t. He couldn’t just not do anything though. He started to fuck up into your pussy.

You were startled by this and let out a yelp. “Raiden!” The pleasure was so good that you could barley move on your own.

Raiden noticed this and ignored your orders. He gripped your waist and helped you ride him which you didn’t object.

He hissed at your pussy clenching on him. “(Y/N). Let me get on top.”

You didn’t argue with him. He laid you down on the bed and entered your pussy like it was nothing. He went even faster than you did. “Oh god.” You yelled out.

“You look so good like this.” Raiden told you. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it in circles as he fucked you.

You never felt this overwhelming pleasure before. It excited you that Raiden could make you feel like this. Your nails dug deep in his biceps but he didn’t let up. He continued to move in your pussy like his life depended on it.

“Tell me I’m yours.” He whispered in your ear.

Oh god you didn’t think he could get any hotter. “You’re mine, Raiden. All mine.”

Raiden kissed your lips lightly. The kiss told a thousand words.

Him playing with your clit and fucking your pussy was more than overwhelming. “I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. You’re doing so good.” Raiden didn’t let up from your clit. He instead kissed your neck like you were Heaven.

Tears were in your eyes. Raiden removed his lips from your neck and looked you in the eyes. He kissed your tears away. He knew you were enjoying it, you were just overstimulated.

Raiden felt the knot in his chest. He was close. Very close but that didn’t matter if you weren’t close. He rubbed your clit just slightly faster.

He watched as your chest heaved up and down. This was amazing to him. The girl that was flirting with him over and over again, claiming to have a dominant personality was being so submissive to him.

He loved it.

Raiden watched your reactions to his change of pace. You muttered curses which made him want to cum even more. You started to hit his chest slightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Raiden please.”

He didn’t break his pace as he looked at you. “Yes, lovely?”

“Please let me cum. Please.”

“I would never deny you to.” Raiden stopped playing with your clit and continued to fuck you at the same pace. “I think I’m close too.”

“Do it in me. Please, please, please. I want it all inside me.” You said, playing with your breasts.

Raiden didn’t know if you meant it or if it was just the sex talk. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. I want to cum together.”

Raiden felt his release close. Too close. He didn’t want to do it though unless you did it either before him or at the same time. “(Y/N), I’m close.”

Your hands snakes up his neck. You would’ve pulled him closer to you if it were even possible. “Raiden. Yes. I’m cumming. Yes. Raiden. Yes.”

Raiden felt your release which triggered his. The two of you swore as he was riding your orgasms out.

Once the two of you were done, he lifted your chin for a sweet kiss. Then he pulled away and pulled out of you.

Raiden laid next to you. It was silent for some time. Not an uncomfortable silence. Just a normal silence. “You know…” Raiden started to speak. “For someone so dominant in personality- your quite submissive in bed.”

This made you grab a pillow and throw it at him and he laughed. “You’re terrible.”

Raiden pulled you in close to him. “Where does that leave us now?”

“Where do you want us to be?”

“I want to be with you.”

You smiled at his statement. You placed a kiss on his head. “Than you are with me.”

Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, and Kenshi all stood before Liu Kang. Liu Kang looked around confused slightly. Raiden was never late to training. “Where is Raiden?”

“Shacking up with Poison Ivy.” Johnny stated simply.

Kenshi checked his watch to look at the time. “It’s been forty five minutes.”

Kung Lao chuckled at the realization. “Oh he will never hear the end of this.”

The four heard a noise. They looked behind them to see that you and Raiden had teleported there. “Sorry, dad.” You started off jokingly to Liu Kang. “Had to borrow your fighter for…something.”

“Anyways. Bye.” You said. You winked at Raiden and disappeared from the area.

Raiden looked at his three friends that had smug faces. “What?”

They all gave each other the same look. Like they knew what they were all going to say. Then they turned back to Raiden and sung; “Ivy and Raiden sitting in a tree-“

Raiden rolled his eyes. “By the Gods…” He turned to his guide, Liu Kang. “Please make them stop.”

Liu Kang was about to tell them to knock it off until he had looked at Raiden’s neck. “Is that a hickey?”

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

The three of them continued to sing in the background while Raiden facepalmed himself. At least he finally got you.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #liu kang #mortal kombat 1 #kitana #kung lao #mk #raiden #raiden x reader #kenshi takahashi #johnny cage #sub zero #mk scorpion #mk smoke #mk smut

[ganondoodle]

it may not look like it but this took a long time to make

heres a rough ability breakdown for the totk rewrite project (i know its hard to read in the pic so let me clear it up and add some extra info)

theres two ability wheels now, sages are not frame rate killing glitch ghosts around you but their abilities are selected through the wheel on the right (pic is rough concept, it is clearer what is selected and what isnt + it has names in final version, symbols are placeholders as well) and bound to the player, when you acitvate it an aura appears similar to the arm abilities and their ghostly form appears besides you, charging or firing when you hit A while the ability is active

SHIEKAH ARM WHEEL

ANALYZE: zelda tells you info about targeted enemy/NPC, it gives you info about it and informs you more dynamically about important things than the foto-entries do

FOTO its fotos :) zelda joins selfies tho and does silly poses with you

REWIND: functions like the time recall in canon, but this time it is a more developed version of stasis instead

AMIIBO: its ... amiibo

HOOKSHOT: grab onto anything (perhaps restricted but not yet decided), you pull yourself+zelda to heavy stuff, light weight objects are pulled to you (including light enemies like bats or small slimes) grab onto something and hold onto it, usable like a vine (think, ww grappling hook) but with limited duration (battery power?)

AUTOBUILD: like in canon but it uses luminous stones if material isnt all there (or other material you put out to so its more versatile and you are more aware of what you have, no accidental spending then)

BUILD: similar to canon, but no glue (it kinda just fuses with no extra graphic unless pehaps like a bolt or sth), you put stuff together anyway you want; build is also used for weapons (no extra ability needed), you just build a weapon on the ground and pick it up afterwards (it has to be a weapon handle part and then sth else to it, otherwise it wont turn into a weapon)

INFUSE: infuse somethign with ancient energy, useless on normal objects usually(?) but reactivates broken or deactivated tech like elevators and doors; used to dynamically access caves and especially labs (labs serve a similar function as shrines, they are old shiekah labs that broke over time, puzzles are diverse things like traversal and little quests in which you help the researcher ghosts of the people that died in these labs (by the calamity, earthquakes, accidents, or killed by the royal army when their tech was banned and they refused to give it up)

SAGE WHEEL:

WIND GUST: same as in canon

LIGHT SHIELD/LIGHT LASER: zelda uses a shield of light to protect herself in combat, it does not affect the player (or perhaps only when you happen to be within range, which is small, this is more a character thing for her than useful for you) for the player through the selection wheel; aim and tell her to shoot a light laser like rauru did in the moldora cutscene in canon totk (a bit more dynamic) it deals very high damage to anything hit but has the highest cooldown of all abilities; deals extra damage to miasma enemies

THUNDERSTRIKE: similar as in canon, it charges through you however (so the charging only gets stopped if YOU shoot an arrow or get hit)

FIRE .. BOOM THING: similar as in canon but yuno has a little animation of daruks shield around him again :)

YIGA TELEPORT/KOGA CLONES (undecided yet): A: target a location in range and koga grabs you like a naughty kitten and teleports you both to the targetted location, you spawn in a little above ground giving you time to either perform a bullet time move or a sword attack from above B: summons a bunch of koga clones that serve as a distraction for enemies and combat support, they die in one hit (reference to kogas and monk moz kyoshias similar moveset; since there are no sage ghosts around you all the time and a max of two companions (zelda always, sage in sage dungeon) it serves as a replacment for that)

WATER ...WELL(?): sidon gives you a shield of water, elemental effect is applied to weapon and lasts as long as the shield does no matter how many times you attack; if it is hit by an enemy it breaks but you dont take damage; if the shield lasts it entire duration without getting hit it it grants you a percentage of your missing health back upon dissolving (ref to mipha healing powers anyone??)

im open to constructive feedback but overall im quite happy of makign it work out like that, although there are quite a few things that need polish i think this is both realistic and works well with what else i have been writing; remember tho, this is my rewrite so im undoing the things i dont like, like riju never being there when you need her bc she runs right up to the enemy and her losing her charge bc she keeps getting knocked over + overall uselessness of minerus robot (to me)

(totk rewritten project)

#ganondoodles #zelda #art #tloz #loz #totk #ganondoodles rewrites totk #this took me so long omg #i hope this all is somehwat cool #i liked the idea of all the abilities being a thing you can swap on the fly but i couldnt get it to work with the controls #and putting it all into one wheel would be hell to try and select anything #so you choose a wheel with left stick and the ability with right stick #of course the wheel that isnt selected turn grey and all that and it will get a better look too #this is a mock up after all #... took alot of brain juice to try and balance it how i liked #hope you like it too :D

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Into My Arms

Pairing: Osferth x f!reader Warnings: Canon typical violence, smut, fluff. Word count: ~1.4k

Summary: Osferth is tired of her underestimating him, of being seen as nothing more than "Baby Monk", so goes out of his way to prove to her that he is so much more than that. A little birthday treat for @doomwhathouwilt - based on this request.

Author's note: I don't have a tag list - please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

She points the tip of her sword to her opponent’s chest, dragging him closer by the shoulder as it plunges forward to the hilt, before sliding it back and watching him crumple in a heap before her, his lifeless eyes staring up towards a gray sky. She cannot hear the screams of pain, the cries of triumph around her over the roar of the blood in her ears.

Her body aches with exertion, the arrows in her quiver are long spent, meaning she has to use her blade to defend herself. As the fighting dies down she is left only with the hammering of her heart, panting for breath as the world swims back into focus, and she is greeted by the coppery smell of viscera and the rancid stench of shit. She feels like crying, the adrenaline that courses through her is beginning to subside as she watches what little remains of their opponents flee, the majority of their forces having been cut down.

There is rarely a dull moment on the road with Uhtred and his men; she's been with him since he parted ways with Brida, accompanying him and Leofric on their travels. She enjoys never settling anywhere for long, drinking ale and sharing stories beneath the stars. It keeps her skills as an archer sharp, their battles are frequent, though lately she finds herself tiring of them, there is little joy to be found in taking the life of another.

She longs to give up, to declare she can take no more, but as her weary eyes look up, taking in the aftermath of the battle, she is met with the very reason why she continues on. Osferth’s eyes, vividly blue and wide with fright remain fixed ahead, his grip on his weapon so tight his knuckles are blanched with the force of it. Though he fights courageously, there is fear in his heart and she worries about what will happen to him if she simply walks away from all of this. They all give him a hard time; he is a Christian, always seems to say the wrong thing and has no qualms with passing judgment on their behaviours that he deems inappropriate. Despite all of this, he is steadfast in his loyalty to the group, and so she along with the rest of them would gladly lay down her life for him.

They sit around the campfire, tending to the minor injuries they’ve sustained, cuts and scrapes alike. She bats away Sihtric’s attempts to dab at her temple with a moistened rag.

“It’s a scratch, leave it be,” She says with resignation. Her eyelids feel heavy as she stares ahead into the flames, she longs for sleep.

“I think this calls for ale and women!” Finan declares, slapping his thighs and standing up.

“And prayer,” Osferth adds, with a hopeful smile.

“Yes, but in that order,” Finan counters with a grin.

She remains seated as the four of them head towards the village, she has no desire to join in with their festivities.

Osferth glances over his shoulder, pausing and allowing the group to move ahead when he notices she remains where she is.

“Are you not joining us, my lady?” He asks, brows pinched together with concern.

“Not tonight, no,” She says quietly. “I’m not in the mood.”

He nods, returning to the fire and seating himself next to her. “Then I shall stay with you and keep you company.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I don’t. But I want to.”

She looks at him, a warm smile spreading across her face as she sees the sincerity in his eyes.

“There’ll be women waiting for you in the village,” She teases.

The tips of his ears turn pink. “I’m not interested,” He tells her with a shy grin.

“I doubt you’d know what to do with them anyway, Baby Monk,” She chuckles lightly.

“I do, actually,” His voice is stern, his expression hardened and she worries she’s offended him.

“I was only jo–”

Her words are cut off as Osferth leans in, pressing his mouth to hers. His lips are soft yet firm against her own and the kiss steals her breath away. He keeps their foreheads pressed close, his thumb tracing lightly over her cheek as he pulls back.

Her heart flutters wildly as her breaths come shakily. “Y-your blood still runs hot from battle, Baby Monk, we should not do this.”

“I am tired of waiting for you to see me as I see you,” He whispers. “Let me show you how much I desire you.”

This time when his lips capture hers, she returns the gesture with equal enthusiasm, allowing herself to get lost in the basic primal urge of feeling wanted.

Deft hands exchange caresses across each other’s bodies, each pass of their fingers serving to remove an item of clothing until the two of them lay bare beneath the night sky. Her flesh prickles against the chill of the air, but she barely notices as her eyes drink in the sight of the man before her.

She looks appreciatively, silently cursing the robes that have been swamping the hard planes of muscle of Osferth’s torso. Her breath hitches at the sight of his hardened length, it’s thick and long, flushed pink at the tip, it appears that he is full of surprises.

“You are beautiful,” He declares softly, taking his time to gaze upon her own form, and she feels her skin grow heated at his compliment.

As he moves his body to cover hers, his mouth travels a path from her neck to her chest, leaving a trail of wet, opened mouthed caresses. He suckles on the hardened peaks of her breasts and she arches against him, a soft moan escaping her at the jolt of arousal that rushes through her.

She halts Osferth’s movements when he attempts to move lower, the ache between her thighs is unbearable and she is certain she needs no further preparation. “Please,” She whispers. “I want you.”

He inhales sharply at this, pupils blown wide with lust and hovers over her as she spreads her legs further to accommodate him. The gentle stretch as he pushes slowly inside is exquisite torture and causes her to gasp.

He pauses for a moment, softly stroking her hair. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it feels good,” She reassures him. “Please don’t stop.”

He kisses her deeply as he bottoms out, allowing her a moment to adjust before he begins to rock his hips. His strokes are sure and even, and she finds herself wondering if this is practiced or purely instinctual. She had expected Osferth to be clumsy and inexperienced, yet every thrust of his hips finds a spot inside her that leaves her crying out as her toes curl involuntarily.

“I have wanted you for so long,” He whispers into her ear, as his hips snap against hers with more urgency. “You feel better than I have ever dreamed.”

She feels her eyes grow misty with emotion at this, the combination of his soft confessions and the pleasure she is experiencing becoming too much, until the tightly wound coil within her lower belly finally snaps, and she falls apart, clenching ceaselessly around him, as her cries of ecstasy are offered up to the stars above them.

Osferth shudders, pulling out of her with a strangled groan, stroking frantically at himself as he paints her upper thighs with his spend before collapsing beside her.

As the euphoria begins to wear off, she becomes aware of the tickle of the damp grass against her back, the coolness that licks against her sweaty skin.

He gently tugs her to his chest and she goes willingly, draping herself across him, listening to the rapid thud of his heartbeat.

“Are you alright, my lady?”

“Just fine, Baby Monk.”

“Could you…could you just call me Osferth? Simply Osferth.” He asks gently.

She lifts her head from his chest, raising a questioning eyebrow at him and he smiles fondly down at her.

“It seems more fitting for you to call me by name if you’re to be my woman.”

“Your woman?” She feels her stomach flutter.

“Yes, my woman,” He gives her a squeeze. “If that’s agreeable to you.”

She squeezes him back. Nothing has ever sounded better.

#osferth #osferth x reader #osferth smut #the last kingdom #TLK #osferth fan fiction #osferth fanfiction #osferth fan fic #osferth fanfic #the last kingdom fan fiction #the last kingdom fanfiction #the last kingdom fanfic #the last kingdom fan fic #ewan mitchell

[mah-o-daryaa]

Avatar Cycle Trivia

Avatar Wan

Wan's name translates to "ten thousand" in Mandarin Chinese, as he lived ten thousand years before Avatar Korra. His name is also a pun on "one", as in Avatar number one.

Wan wore the colour of each of the four nations during his battle against Vaatu. His robes were yellow and orange (air), his armbands were green (earth), his sash was blue (water), and his scarf was red (fire).

In addition to becoming the first Avatar, Wan is also the first true firebender, as he was the first person to learn firebending from a dragon.

By fusing with Raava during Harmonic Convergence, Wan is technically the oldest Avatar to be identified, being 21 at the time.

The Earth Kingdom battlefield where Wan died is the same field that Zuko visits millennia later in Zuko Alone (Book 2: Episode 7). Interestingly, Wan first appeared in Beginnings, Part 1, which was the seventh episode of Legend of Korra, Book 2: Spirits.

Avatar Yangchen

Yangchen is the only known Avatar to have a sibling (Jetsun).

Yangchen is technically the first Avatar to have an established Team Avatar (not counting Wan and Raava).

Yangchen had split-personality disorder with her past lives, where she essentially suffered from nightmares of her past lives bleeding into her present self.

Yangchen's companion Kavik is the first person ever seen get chi-blocked.

Yangchen did not like the idea of people creating statues of herself in the future. Ironically, she was greatly revered in the Four Nations, and a statue each was built in both the Eastern and Western Air Temples.

Avatar Kuruk

Kuruk is currently the only known Avatar whose predecessor and successor were both women (Yangchen and Kyoshi respectively).

Kuruk had more lovers in 3 decades than Kyoshi did in over 2 centuries (the true story is more tragic).

Kuruk had a habit of challenging random people to feats of strength, which makes him the only known Avatar in history to have participated in an Agni Kai.

Kuruk was the best hunter and tracker in the history of the Four Nations. It's said there was nothing he couldn't hunt or track down (that includes spirits).

Kuruk is the only known Avatar to enter the Spirit World after death. Considering that only people with a special connection to the Spirit World can enter at death (such as Iroh and Yue), this means Kuruk must have had a spiritual connection rivalling that of most Air Nomad monks or nuns.

Avatar Kyoshi

Kyoshi is the only known Avatar known to be of mixed nationality; her father was from the Earth Kingdom, while her mother was a renegade Air Nomad.

Kyoshi had a rare condition with her earthbending where she could move large objects with ease but had difficulty in moving smaller objects (Suffering From Success).

Kyoshi has witnessed more passings of Sozin's Comet than anyone else, with three (not counting Lao Ge).

Kyoshi learned the secret to immortality from Lao Ge, which led her to have the longest lifespan of any Avatar.

Kyoshi has threatened both the Earth King and the Firelord.

Avatar Roku

Roku and Firelord Sozin share the same birthday.

Roku has been featured in the introduction sequences of both Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra.

Roku is the only known Avatar to appear old when he was called upon by the current Avatar.

When Roku entered the Avatar State for the first time, he destroyed the Fire Sage Temple.

Roku's dragon Fang is the only animal companion ever seen in the Spirit World.

Avatar Aang

It took Aang longer than any Avatar in history to become fully realized, being over a century old.

Aang has a scar on his back and on his foot, because of how electricity works.

Aang choosing four toys out of thousands – to identify him as the Avatar as these four toys were the same ones that past Avatars had chosen for generations when they were children – was the same procedure used by the Tibetan Buddhist monks to recognize the next reincarnation of the Tulku Lama.

Aang has met the original source of every bending art: a flying bison for air, the Moon Spirit for water, badgermoles for earth, and two dragons for fire.

Aang is the first Avatar to have his picture taken.

Avatar Korra

At four years old, Korra is the youngest Avatar in history to be identified.

Korra is the first Avatar to learn spiritbending.

Korra is the only Avatar to break out of bloodbending without the use of the Avatar State (sorry, Aang).

Korra is the only Avatar to have killed a member of her own family (Unalaq).

Korra is the first known person to ever tame a polar bear-dog (Naga).

Miscellaneous

Wan and Roku are the only two Avatars to die in combat.

Roku and Aang are the only two Avatars to fight a volcano. Aang was successful, while Roku died.

Aang and Korra are the only two Avatars to ever be defeated in the Avatar State.

Aang and Kyoshi are the only two Avatars to ever get hit by lightning. Ironically, when Kyoshi was hit by lightning, her chakras were opened and she gained the ability to enter the Avatar State; conversely, Aang's chakras were blocked and he was unable to enter the Avatar State.

Kuruk and Roku are the only two Avatars to have been identified the "traditional" way in their respective nations at 16; Wan fused with Raava at 21, Kyoshi was identified at 16 when she recited Kuruk's poem, and Yangchen, Aang and Korra were identified at younger ages.

Yangchen, Aang, and Korra are the only Avatars to have been identified at younger ages than 16.

Wan, Aang, and Korra are the only Avatars who are modeled after real-life people. Wan is modeled after co-creator Bryan Konietzko (but with cooler hair); young Aang is modeled after Arjuna, Sifu Kisu's son (but Aang is bald), while adult Aang is modeled after co-creator Mike DiMartino; and Korra is modeled after various female MMA fighters, most notably Gina Carrano.

Roku and Korra are the only two Avatars who have worn an outfit from each of the four nations on-screen.

Roku and Korra are the only two Avatars to have connections to royalty. Firelord Zuko, and thus every following Firelord, are descendants of both Roku and Sozin, whereas Korra's father was a member of the Northern Water Tribe's royal family, and was later elected as the chief of the newly independent Southern Water Tribe.

When Kyoshi first met Yangchen, she (Kyoshi) mistook Yangchen for her own mother.

When Kyoshi first met Kuruk, she almost drowned her physical body trying to communicate with him.

Roku and Yangchen are the only two Avatars to have hugged the current Avatar at the time (Aang and Kyoshi respectively).

Wan, Korra, and Kuruk are the only Avatars to refer to Raava by name, although the latter (Kuruk) had never met Raava.

Yangchen, Kuruk, and Aang are the only Avatars to have invented an airbending technique. By extension, Kuruk is the only person outside of the Air Nomads to invent an airbending technique (he didn't get his mastery tattoos, what a shame).

Aang and Korra are the only two Avatars to learn energybending.

Kyoshi, Roku, and Aang are the only Avatars to use bending after their respective deaths.

Kyoshi, Roku, and Aang are also the only Avatars to have descendants (but let's be realistic, so did Kuruk).

Aang and Korra both learned their native element from a companion of the previous Avatar, and their final element from a descendant of the previous Avatar. Aang learned airbending from Monk Gyatso, a companion of Roku, and learned firebending from Zuko, Roku's great-grandson. Korra learned waterbending from Katara, Aang's wife, and learned airbending from Tenzin, Aang and Katara's youngest son.

That's all the fun facts I could find.

#atla #past avatars #wan #yangchen #kuruk #kyoshi #roku #aang #korra

[hubristicassholefight]

Hubristic Asshole Fight: Round 1 Part 1b

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs Feanor (The Silmarillion)

Propaganda below cut

Anakin

Decided that he would become stronger than death to stop those he cares about from dying after failing to accept his mother's death. When he begins getting visions/nightmares like he had before losing his mother of his wife dying in childbirth, he decides to team up with an evil sorcerer and mastermind to learn the secret to stopping death. The price he willingly paid was leading the slaughter of the community of peacekeeping monks who had raised him from nine years old, feeling guilt about his heinous betrayal even as he unflichingly continued the massacre (sunk cost fallacy to a very extreme degree). The unintended price he paid was the loss of his limbs and independence after his injuries during a fight with his mentor and brother figure, his wife dying on childbirth due to the great stress of his heinous actions, and being separated from his children until they were adults firmly opposed to the imperial regime he became the attack dog for (only knowing of their survival until after he had personally attacked them both); He literally did not have to do any of that. his wife Padmè very very very very much did not want him to do any of that. He was completely absorbed in his own inability to deal with loss that he deadlock refused to consider losing family again and then he went and killed what amounted to his extended family, his wife and the man who raised and guided him from age 9. And his own kids unknowingly. In terms of accomplishing your goals there really really wasn't much more he could have fucked up. And when it comes down to key moments, all he had to do was not cut off mentor and co-worker Mace Windu's hand with a laser sword and everything would have been fine. He's a nominee for Fail King of All Time to me

He thinks he's hot shit which, he is, but like cool it dude you don't have to mass murder maim mutilate your way through life to prove you're the extra most specialest bestest psychic space wizard;

Hubrised so hard he 1) lost his limbs and his skin 2) became what he hated 3) caused the very death he sought to prevent, betraying and destroying himself for nothing; So soaking wet and self aware that he cried committing atrocities. If he knew what hubris was, he'd agree he has a lot of it

Feanor

The definition of hubris. Created the silmarils who were so perfect even the gods praised them. Got them stolen by the gods evil brother (so essentially fantasy satan). Then decided to go fight the evil god to get the silmarils back and swore an oath binding him and his sons to get them back no matter who would stand in their way. This drastically backfired when some other elves stood in his way so he murdered them. Got cursed by the gods for this (together with his entire family and everyone who followed them). Told the gods that they were of the same kind as fantasy satan and that they would end up following him

Morgoth (a god) shows up at his house and Feanor (professional hater of gods) tells him to get fucked* and slams the door in his face. *”Get thee gone from my gate thou jail-crow of Mandos!”; He has never spent anything wrong ever aside from all the war crimes.

The Valar (gods) asked Feanor for help in saving the world from being in total darkness and he said “no, figure it out yourselves”. Repeatedly and intentionally goes against their orders leading to war and chaos; I know it’s left open ended to what really happened to him after he died, but I hope he never repents. I hope he stays an antagonistic and egotistical bastard after being reimbodied (brought back to life) and continues to make it everyone else’s problem. I love him.

I’m gonna have to try to do this without a sing Tolkien scholarship words so bear with me. Basically my dude is one of the smartest and most talented elves in the world. Unfortunately he has a lot of daddy issues AND mommy issues largely due to the fact that his mom died when he was a kid and decided not to come back (as elves can do). No one else has this problem. He invented a ton of important stuff and had seven sons. His most prized creation was three gems called the Silmarils, which contained the light of the Two Trees, which gave light to the world before they were destroyed. When the Valar (the gods of Tolkien’s world) asked if they could use the Silmarils to potentially create another light source, he emphatically refused and in fact became so jealous of them that he and his sons swore an oath that anyone who so much as touched them would die by their swords. Sauron’s boss steals the gems and Feanor decides that he will lead his people on a crusade to retrieve and avenge them. This results in the death of him, most of his people, and almost his entire family minus one of his sons, Galadriel, and Elrond; He once yelled at the devil to get off his lawn

went to war with morgoth (satan basically) against the will of the gods and made a whole speech to said gods about how they were gonna feel really silly when he killed morgoth and saved the whole world. he never actually did battle with morgoth because he died on like day 1 of getting to middle earth (he left like 2/3 of his forces behind because he didn’t trust them) and spontaneously combusted upon his death; he’s a huge asshole and a mad scientist and linguist and prince with daddy issues and also mommy issues

Dude thought he could win a fight with the devil, tried to just walk into Angband (Mordor before Mordor actually existed), made an oath to kill everyone that tries to take his creations even the Valar (angelic like beings) and ends up causing his death, his sons deaths and a bunch of other deaths; His name is quite literally spirit of fire Is basically regarded as THE greastest elf Is in fact THE best smith of the elves and crafts their most precious jewels (that end up causing so much death) Is THE linguist to the point of creating the alfabet every one uses even after The Crimes, creates a bunch of things that are used even after The Crimes actually Loves his dad more than the things he made Is the only recorded elf with seven kids Is married to a sculpter that is so good that people confuse her statues as actual people (a propaganda because he had to be good to actually bag her you know) Manages to create jewelry so good even the the angelics beings sent by god are surprised he managed to do it So good at making speeches that it leads to a rebellion against said angelic beings and a lot of people to leave paradise with him His mother died because his spirit was too powerful Invented kinslaying after trying to steal some boats for said rebellion Swears an oath that destroys his whole family (but adds a great flavour to the rest of the story) Tells the devil to fuck off and slams his house door on said devils face Dies via auto combustion because his spirit was just too powerful for a normal death Gets stuck in the afterlife (that elves can usually just return from) for spiting the Valar Is said he will have an important role in Tolkien’s version of Ragnarok by letting the jewels he previously promised to kill for be destroyed to defeat the devil

Because of his pride, he went against the gods because the evil god Morgoth stole his life's work (the Silmarils, 3 shiny gems that radiated the light of the two trees that a huge evil spider had sapped dry). Swore (with his 7 sons) an oath to hunt Morgoth and retrieve his shiny gems. Commited kinslaying, burned some boats, combusted to ashes after suffering mortal wounds at the hands of corrupted demi-gods. Consequences of his actions could be seen long long after his death: the oath was passed on to his sons to hopelessly fulfill (failure after failure, including two more kinslayings, one of them casting himself into a fiery volcano, another wandering the shores for eternity);

#anakin skywalker #star wars #feanor #the silmarillion #tolkien's legendarium #hubristic assholes tourney #round 1 #round 1 part 1b #official #poll

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 4.3

Oof! Got him!

“She loves you and he loves him and they love each other”. You know when you've got something to say but you don't want it to look like you really wanted to say it specifically so you throw it in between two other things? No? Just me and John?

I'm obsessed with John just heaping praise on Paul in this interview. Every song the interviewer brings up it's “best” “my favorite” “all Paul” “good piece of work” “somewhere I have the tape of him doing it” “damn good” “one of his masterpieces” See also: Paul’s a good lyricist, he just doesn't try because he's insecure. And: one of the most innovative bass players of all time.

John mixing up In My Life and If I Fell “although I don't know why I'm confusing them, they're nothing alike but they have the same–” The same what? Same target? Same muse? Hmm? “It's really about–it's not about Cyn.” He's barely hanging on to not saying it here, like, by a gossamer thread. 

John confessing that the consistent character flaw of Paul's which hurt him ((hurt. Not annoyed. Not angered. Hurt.)) was insensitivity. Not bossiness or lameness or sneakiness. Insensitivity. What John couldn't handle in the end about Paul was that he wasn't aware enough of John's tender feelings. 

He's also so cruel in this interview. And what you've got to pay attention to is the theme connecting the songs he's cruel about: Let It Be (let John go) and The Long and Winding Road (the long and pointless fight). 

The Japanese Monk comparison doesn't quite land for me because it implies that John purposely broke up the Beatles because he knew they were at a peak and he wanted them to stay gold. And I think that's what John would like the story to be. It makes him feel better inside. It makes him look incredibly wise and courageous. But it's clear – John even stated it himself more than once on record – that the breakup was not purposeful or calculated. It was a terrible accident that nobody wanted, least of all John. 

More quotes to live by when examining John's post breakup “ow!”

I find it fascinating that John thought of Paul's and Dylan's lyrics as very similar and says so twice in this documentary. But nobody else ever draws that comparison. In mainstream thought, Bob Dylan is one of the greatest lyricists of all time if not the greatest (it's me. I'm mainstream. Subterranean Homesick Blues my absolute beloved.) and Paul is the worst lyricist to ever get successful. And you know what? I think Paul gets punished for being physically pretty and financially savvy, and I think in the exact same way his music gets punished for being melodically pretty and commercially successful. 

John about Paul's inscrutable messages in his songs: if one knows the person, one knows what's coming down. John in I Know (I Know): and I know. What's coming down. 

I will always love how he says in the same breath . . . “I've compared it to a marriage a million times" and "Paul and I were together.” 

You really do gotta be like “Johns say the darndest things sometimes.” I mean that's what Paul did, right? Because genuinely most of the time he's a fucking sweetheart. After he's sat there defending Paul's insane mourning bus movie, the interviewer asks him to compare himself and Paul. And after saying there's never been a question about commerciality, he says this. 

Nobody think about Paul writing “One of These Days” just before John's death then “This One” a decade later. Don't do it. I do recommend. 

Free as a Bird is such a beautiful song. It's a gorgeous melody, and it's got such complex emotions. He's still mourning something that was lost, but he's hopeful. He's on his way home. 

You all know that long distance interview Paul did right before John died where they bring up some of the awful things John said recently about him (ignoring the millions of loving and admiring things). When Paul's voice cracks and he looks up at the ceiling and struggles for a minute and the lights go out, I have a theory that it's one of their kids being protective. She was messing with the lights before to be silly and then when the bad question comes she turns them off again as a sort of protective sabotage. 

What If though? What If that's true? 

Quote of all time!!! “The person I actually picked as my partner, who I recognized has talent and who I could get on with, was Paul.” He doesn't say ‘as my sidekick’ or ‘running mate’ or ‘captain’s mate’ or ‘second string’ or any of those things that traditional Beatles fans tend to push on them. Partner. 

Serious question, because I swing all over the place as to what I think actually happened between John and Paul physically and emotionally. If we agree that Real Love is about Paul (a baby and another on the way lalalalalala farm . . . Just call him on the phone) Then what about this lyric? “Was I just dreaming (a word of theirs and something they thought they shared) or was it only Yesterday (Paul's biggest song) I used to hold you in my arms? Is that to be taken literally? John used to hold Paul in his arms? i.e. frequent hugging and cuddling?

The heart monitor cuts so harshly into John singing “Grow Old With Me.” As we see beautiful images of John and all the people he's leaving behind. I'm dry heaving. This documentary is so much more painful this time around than the first. 

Anyway I'm glad we got coverage of all the “for Paul” songs. Which. Btw fuck you Sean and Peter. You proved absolutely nothing.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

[trans-luis-serra]

Luis’ ‘Secret’ Death Cutscene

I don’t actually know how many people here on Tumblr know about this, so I figured I’d make a post- But in Seperate Ways during the part of the game where you have to rescue Luis from his burning lab, if you stand juuuuuuuuust outside of where he is but don’t actually go IN to save him, you get this special cutscene!!!!!!!!

And I just find the whole thing S O INTERESTING. Like,,,, first of all, we technically have a second (or third if you count the OG (and I’m not sure if there are any other cutscenes like this so correct me if I’m wrong!!)) Death for Luis!!!!!!! And it’s a goddamn poignant one at that too!!!!!!!!!

Like,,, first off; obviously, we have the paralells to his Grandfather burning in his childhood home. The fact that if it weren’t for Ada, there would’ve been a VERY REAL chance that Luis dies the same way his Grandfather died is just,,,,,, S O HEARTBREAKING TO ME?????????? Like Luis has a pretty repetitive theme of him almost dying in significant locations (If it weren’t for Leon, he would’ve died in a body bag underneath his childhood home) and unlike his Grandfather, who at least got to WRITE him a LETTER, he would’ve died in the exact same tragic way too!!!!!!! MAN!!!!!!

And then there’s the whole scene in general; A core part of Luis’ character is that he wants to do ANYTHING to survive. Not in a, ‘save your own skin’ kind of way, but he wants to survive because he wants to CHANGE. He wants to make a POSITIVE IMPACT and atone for his actions; he wants to get out so he can show the world he isn’t a monster and he wants to find love and meaning in life. Hell, he was even about to FISTFIGHT THE DAMN MONKS in that prison cell- THATS how desperate he was to get out and live and thrive!!!!!!!

Yet here he is, literally throwing himself into a burning building and- in this case- DYING without a second thought. He has to literally tear himself away from Ada to run into the lab

Because goddamnit he CARES SO MUCH ABOUT LEON AND ASHLEY AND ADA!!!!!!!! He would LITERALLY DIE for them!!!!!!!!!! He is NOT in this to save his own skin, CLEARLY- he sees his chance to finally show SOMEBODY he can do good and to HELP S O M E O N E for ONCE in his life, and he sees that goodness and that love in Leon and the rest of them- and he would do ANYTHING to help them get out, even if it meant throwing away his chance to live and escape Valdelobos.

And he doesn’t even hesitate, either?????? Like I said he literally has to rip himself away from Ada to run into the BURNING DAMN BUILDING cuz he’s that desperate and that was his first thought!!!!!!!!!!

And if Ada hadn’t gotten there in time, he WOULD have died. He would have died exactly like his grandfather; and he would have died with the world thinking he was the villain. He would have died having his actions only ever do bad. Even if he didn’t mean them to. He would have died in the middle of nowhere with no legacy to his name-

And worst of all, he wouldn’t have figured out to get the suppressants for Leon Ashley and Ada. He would’ve died, and Leon and Ashley would have had no idea. They probably would’ve thought he just,,, run off. They’d have no clue how hard he fought to help them.

#sorry this is so long I’ll put the link to the YouTube video in the replies!!!!! #luisposting #video #serennedy #luis sera #luis serra #luis serra navarro

[difeisheng]

instances of di feisheng choking people in mlc, a list

• [honourable mention] episode 8 - fighting with fang duobing (he doesn't actually choke fang duobing here, just holds him back by his shoulder/neck, and that's important in contrast to how fang duobing is genuinely choking him in return. but it's an iconic moment so i'll allow it)

• episode 10 - choking li lianhua over realizing li xiangyi had been poisoned

• episode 12 - choking guo-shaoye because he wouldn't give up information about shi hun

• episode 19 - choking jiao liqiao (part 1) because she betrayed him and used jinyuanmeng to scheme with shan gudao

• episode 20 (a-fei) - choking liu rujing after regaining consciousness post-memory loss

• episode 25 (a-fei) - choking xue gong because he had no idea what was going on

• episode 34 - choking the head of the di mansion as part of enacting vengeance

• episode 38 - choking jiao liqiao (part 2) for atticwifing him (and threatening to kill li lianhua)

• episode 39 - choking the monk with the bell (can't remember his name, sorry) in battle

this was all to the best of my memory and going off of where i knew to look in the show, so please add on if i'm forgetting anywhere!

#doing this to procrastinate household work #yes im normal about di feisheng. ignore my url #im surprised i could remember most of these from memory tbh #mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #ashton originals

[theresamouseinmyhouse]

tim + brentwood characters as boys i was legitimately friends with in high school and think of every single day:

Buzz- Jake (fake names for all of my friends bc privacy reasons) who complained about hanging out with nerds, got into a fistfight with someone else on his football team bc they called us nerds, was thoroughly convinced he'd run laps faster if he was hopped up on pixie stix (i held his backback while he got sick in the bathroom👍👍), he tried to hit on my older sister and she laughed at him, he was so put out he contemplated becoming a monk for a week

Wes: Max, who i helped sneak an entire bottle of orange juice on to the bus to our choir competition, but was unaware he brought a full bottle of vodka as well, ended up crying on our choir teacher for the three hours after the comp and i bought him a box of donuts after school, he did not stop doing this and had severe beef with a kid he knew in 5th grade and hadnt seen since but also hadnt forgotten their name and last i knew, was still awaiting for a dreaded confrontation to eventually come

Kip: Eduardo, who we all thought was studying during lunch but was actually filling his notebook with weird facts he observed about us and also managed to chew several packs of gum at once throughout our math class before the teacher noticed him, didnt know the plot to the clockwork orange so i lied about it for 5 weeks before he read it and called me just to tell me "you lying frog" befire he hung up

Ali: Ángel, who lied several times on separate occasions to the campus security about where people smoked, forgot what chihuahuas were twice, and almost drowned when he was swimming except his older brother got him and he immediately called me while waiting for the ambulance to tell me he almost fucking died, randomly sang a song about crabs he made up throughout the day

Danny: Ben, helped me with my biology homework because i helped him with essays, once released a live rat into the computer classroom because he had beef with the teacher, once texted me at 11 p.m. because he was having a mental breakdown over his chem work before he realized he was actually looking at trig and i told him id shoot him with a tranq gun if he woke me up like this again, kept forgetting how to tie his shoes

Tim: Teddy, he catfished 6 men over the age of 30 by pretending to be a 13 yr old girl and lured them to the part of town where there is an absurd amount of wild dogs that evade animal control and are known to maul humans, i watched him lockpick the english teacher's door so he could take back an essay he wrote bc it was actually a slash fic he printed out and turned in by accident, we hung out at a dennys once and he accidentally put his hand in syrup, looked me dead in the eye and said "i did that bc im gay" and wore pastel pink for a month bc it pissed off the hall monitor, his dad, and also six teachers he didnt even have class with

#robin 1993 #Tim Drake #Buzz Cohen #Kip Kettering #Danny Temple #Wes Thomas #Ali Ben Khadir #brentwood #Brentwood Era #timmy tag #God i miss my old friends they all disappeared during the lockdown and i never got their numbers back after they fucking moved #I knew so many weird boys when i was like 15 #I was just thinking of them when i remembered the brentwood boys and behold. This post.

[canisalbus]

a few quick questions on Machete, what breed is he? I love the angles of his snout and the proportions remind me of a borzoi though I don't think he is one. Also, does he have a set age for when he's a cardinal? I picture him to be around mid-30s or so. Wonderful art! love your stuff and find you an inspiration :)

He's a fictional breed called Podenco Siciliano, which is closely related to modern day Ibizan Hound (pictured below) and other Mediterranean rabbit-hunting podencos. I usually just default to calling him a sighthound since he's somewhat of a provincial mongrel and not meant to be purebred anyway.

As for the age, mid-30s sounds about right. I think the current timeline goes something like this:

0 - Born to a lower-middle class family in Sicily, father is a tradesman, has three older brothers. Generally considered a runt, is weak and sick all the time, parents suspicious of his unusual colors.

3 - Gets left at a monastery and raised by monks as a foundling. Nervous and meek kid, but the monks think he's endearing and do their best to support him. Is taught to read and write, which is a massive advantage at that day and age, and learns rudimentary Latin through exposure.

9 - Apprenticed to a Neapolitan priest, moves to southern part of mainland Italy (or Kingdom of Naples as it was called, it was ruled by Spain actually). Does chores and runs errands in exchange for education and experience.

15 - The priest gets elevated to a bishop and decides to sponsor Machete's further studies at an acclaimed university in Venice (in Northern Italy). There he studies theology, medicine, arts, law, philosophy and gets fluent in Latin and adequate in Greek. Befriends Vasco but their relationship is short-lived.

21 - Ordained a priest. Leads a parish somewhere in Papal States (Central Italy). Is generally well liked but doubts his career choice from time to time.

26 - Becomes a part of the Papal Court in Vatican, mostly because of the recommendations of his former mentor and professors, good reputation, excellent track record and sheer luck. Still a priest but assists bishops, cardinals and the pope himself directly. Moves to Rome. Becomes pope's unofficial confidant due to his obedient and hardworking nature and because of his lack of prestigious family connections that would render him a threat. Slowly starts to gain wealth.

30 - Created a cardinal (which is the second highest position in the church after the pope, and it's at the sole discretion of the pope who becomes one). Is also a bishop as a technicality. Handles administrative jobs, tons of paperwork, at some point he's in charge of a lot of the political correspondence and diplomatic missions. Still the old pope's trusted advisor but disliked by the majority of the cardinals, who see him as an outsider, sycophant and a potential disruptor of the status quo.

34 - Meets Vasco again. Vasco has become a succesful politician in Florence, he's married with three children.

38 - The pope dies and Machete's status falters. He starts to work with the Roman inquisition more. Oversees trials, torture, excommunications and executions of heretics, witches and most of all, protestants (since we're reaching Counter Reformation times and the Vatican is Very Worried about the spread of Luther's ideas). Isn't having a good time at all but keeps up the appearances. Gets infamous. The beginning of the true villain era.

40 - Grows increasingly more disillusioned with life and his ideals, as well as the corruption of the Curia. Burned out, paranoid and desperate. Uses scare tactics, extortion and legal trickery to expose and undermine his enemies, but gains them faster than he can keep up. Employs spies, thugs and assassins. Feared and loathed.

43 - Gets assassinated and dies in disgrace.

#answered #jaydenchapstick #sorry this turned out sorta long #and kinda bummer too #all of this is subject to change if I end up thinking of something better #not set in stone just the current grand picture #the ages are approximate #the history of Italy and the workings of the catholic church are both such clusterfucks holy moly gosh darn #I've done research but don't rely on my word that this is all accurate and feasible in the end it's fantasy rules #whenever you see him wearing any red it's a sign he's at the cardinal phase these positions are color coded like that #Machete

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HGSN 24-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

Yoshiki: It's pitch black, I can't see a thing

Yoshiki: 'Hikaru', the flashlight

Hikaru: Oh, yeah

(sfx: light turns on)

P2

Yoshiki: Uwah!

Yoshiki: What the...! Human heads!?

P3

Hikaru: No...If you look closer, these are carved out of wood.

Yoshiki: You're t-touching-?!

(sfx: smooth and dry)

Hikaru: Why...is something like this...

Hikaru: Ngh...it...

Hikaru: hurts...

(sfx: ears ringing)

Hikaru: Pa, what're these faces?

Hikaru: There's so many of them

P4

Kouhei: Scared?

Hikaru: Naw, I'm not scared at all. I'm already in the upper years* at elementary school!

Kouhei: They're all "heads" that have been offered up to Unuki-sama.

Kouhei: From a long time ago, this land has often suffered from misfortune

Kouhei: 'cause of that, life here has been especially poor and difficult

* refers to 5th to 6th grade at elementary school. So this flashback would probably be a year or less before Kouhei dies.

P5

Kouhei: So we have offered heads to Unuki-sama and asked for many different things

Kouhei: For an abundant harvest or for an end to a plague...

Kouhei: The offered head disappears on the spot

Kouhei: That's why we have carved replacement heads in order to hold funeral services for them in this hall

Hikaru: Then all of these heads are dead people?

Kouhei: That's right

Kouhei: We're the family that's managed this "hall" (dou) for generations so that's why we're the "Indou" family

Hikaru: Huh...

P6

Kouhei: The other parts of the body have to be buried as far away as possible

Kouhei: In order to do that more easily, the village was split into five parts.

Kouhei: 'cause of that, it just so happens to look like a human

Kouhei: Weird, right?

Hikaru:  Why? That's creepy...

Kouhei: Beats me...in the first place, why the parts needed to be buried so far away

Kouhei: isn't something well understood nowadays

P7

Hikaru: So whose heads are those heads anyway?

Kouhei: ...

Kouhei: Many of them were...people like the terminally ill and the elderly...who volunteered to become heads themselves...

Kouhei: But...

Kouhei: There's a small hokora at the outskirts of the village right?

Kouhei: When a traveling monk was forcibly made into a head, it was built out of fear that the monk would curse us in revenge

P8

Hikaru: ...So you mean they've been murdering people

Kouhei: ...that's right. It wasn't only that monk. Many others were killed and made into heads. Innocent people, when they wouldn't be noticed

Kouhei: Hikaru, this is the karma of this village

Kouhei: It must never be forgotten...

Kouhei: And the sin of the Indou family too...

P9

Hikaru: ...

(sfx: step)

Hikaru: As I thought, it's not here...

Hikaru: This is where "Hichi-san" was.

Yoshiki: ...Did you...

Yoshiki: remember something?

Hikaru: ...yeah.

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Next chapter: 2024/02/06

Twitter Extra (link):

Hikaru's Father

Indou Kouhei

Yoshiki took to him more than his own father

He was the type to thoroughly join in on the kids playing tag, and if you were caught by him, he would stick his boogers on you, so Yoshiki and Hikaru ran away desperately.

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T/N: the meaning of Indou

忌 - to abhor, taboo, but can also refer to mourning or death

堂 - hall (as in a building where lots of people gather) or temple/shrine (as in a building where a deity is worshipped)

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn spoilers #hmm those people in that one panel look very familiar 👀

[alikaorty]

Sorry not sorry This is my first art for this fandom and I hope it’s not the last (I’m only new to it, because for me MK has always been perceived as a game with online battles and I only now found out that there is a plot😅🥲)

As for this art and my thoughts… I thought that the ending, where Shang Tsung fights with Liu Kang against the Titan Shang Tsung, would be canonical for my work. I like to think that these two warmed up a bit at the end of the game and their relationship, while still incredibly rocky, moved beyond the point of hatred (Especially on Liu's part) And after all the events, when Shang Tsung was imprisoned, Liu Kang thought that it would be nice to repay for saving the world and try to negotiate with Empress Mileena to give this snake to his Shaolin temple for re-education…. AND HERE STARTS MY HUGE FANFIC THAT I'VE BEEN WRITING FOR A WEEK ALREADY I don’t know if I will publish it somewhere… Because it is in my native Russian language and I know English too poorly to translate the literary text with all sorts of catchphrases and so on… But all my thoughts about this pairing are literally based on this fanfic (plus it mentions Ashrah’s relationship with Saizot and Johnny with Kenshi) But if we take the key moments, then Kitana Liu Kang died on the battlefield, and because of this he feels quite bad (which, of course, he will never say out loud), because he was alone for so long… and this the forced meeting cost him a great loss… And Shang Tsung is angry that he was kicked out of the outside world. He thinks that Liu Kang makes him a debtor for saving him from execution and because of this he does dirty tricks. He doesn’t want to engage with the monks at all and behaves rudely and aggressively. Because of this, Liu Kang has to devote too much time to him alone, since no one can influence the sorcerer. At first, for him it is a forced burden, and for Shang Tsung it is more like a prison supervision, but over time, they begin to get used to each other and their relationship becomes closer… Sorry for such a long text, I got carried away and took up a lot of your time. Thank you if you read to the end and I will be very pleased if my thoughts are close to you) have a nice day!❤️

#mk1 #mortal kombat #fire god liu kang #liu kang #shang tsung

[mamayan]

Don’t Cry: Part 1

Yandere! Giyu Tomioka x Fem! Reader

He’s just so pretty I couldn’t help myself…

Don’t Cry: Part 2 (NSFW)

The water Hashira just wants you to love him. The means don’t need to justify the end.

TW: Implied Kidnapping•Isolating•Terrorizing•Minor Injuries•Yandere Themes•Implied Death

You knew your chances were slim. The fact that it was the middle of winter, that your shoes weren’t meant for outdoor use, and your weakened physical state all held you back.

You knew it was highly unlikely you’d escape, but when the chance arose, you took it.

Who knew you’d actually make it so far? Already you’d passed the first village, no where near home but far enough from his home that you felt like you could breathe. Staying discreet and on the low, you’d found an old temple to settle down in for the night. Only an old monk running it, who kindly gave you a room, bedding, and food. If not for his generosity, you might’ve failed. Worse, you might’ve died out there. The wind having picked up, rattling the only temple walls struggling to keep the cold sharp air out. You’d been in your futon for several hours, sleep eluding you in the most painful of ways. Paranoia likely to haunt you for time to come, if you truly do manage to escape his grasp.

You didn’t want to demoralize yourself. You truly did still hold a flame of hope inside that you could do it. Completely rid yourself of the demon slayer Giyuu Tomioka, a Hashira. Though, despite what little effort he put into explaining what it is he was and did, you’d already highly doubted his mental sanity. You’d certainly met a priest as a child that claimed to see spirits and could cast away demons plaguing your village. Giyuu seemed nothing like that quack, only able to cast out dust bunnies at the most. Giyuu’s dark blue gaze, like the depths of the ocean, seemed so honest. It was difficult not to believe him, but you supposed that was what made him so dangerous. It’s what made you vulnerable to him, letting your guard down because someone so upright like Giyuu couldn’t be evil, right?

Looks could be deceiving. Like a fool, you fell into a honey trap, his silent yet steady demeanor so captivating.

You’d found him nearly a year ago, same time of year, bloodied and left in the snow. He wasn’t dying, still alive and able to speak albeit quietly and in clipped words. You couldn’t help it, taking him to your home and helping him heal. Couldn’t help being dragged into the sad soft eyes when he spoke about his sister and friend. It was too late for you by the time you realized something wasn’t quite right with him mentally. His silent protective nature turned a bit violent, once breaking the hand of a man who drunkenly stumbled into you on your way home from the market one evening. He claimed the man had bad intentions, but no crime had been committed yet, so why cripple a man? A farmer no less who needed that hand to feed his family. Giyu had been icy when you’d questioned his reasoning, he’d become closed off when you’d try to figure out what exactly was going on with him. Why he’d disappear for nearly a month at a time and reappear again as if he never left your home.

You never got an answer, just awoke one morning in a new house you’d never been to, isolated in a forest you didn’t know, with only Giyuu.

Giyuu, who never answered your questions with anything in-depth, surface skimming explanations that made little to no sense. “I’m protecting you, like I should’ve done for them.” You thought he’d have nefarious thoughts, taking a young unmarried woman away from her home like an abducted bride usually resulted in something. Except he let the anxiety fester, never once did he lay a hand on your or become violent. His only indication of impatience or irritation for any disobedient actions was silence and isolation. You didn’t like the isolation, didn’t like when he’d leave without a word for so long and you’d be trapped in that forest with nothing and no way out without him. He knew it riddled you with panic and depression. It’s not your fault you took the chance to run when he’d taken you out of the forest to pick herbs, he’d gone out of eye sight, and you took off towards the village in the horizon.

So why now, after all this had happened, did you feel strange? Still anxious as if he’s right around the corner? Or are you anxious because he isn’t around the corner? His lack of presence bringing back fear of being left to die alone in that maze of a forest with no one. You tried to close your eyes and focus on your breathing, hoping it lessened the misplaced guilt you felt for leaving. He doesn’t deserve any pity. He’s a mentally ill man with far too much strength and intelligence and should be arrested-

An ear piercing scream has you jolting upright, adrenaline pouring into your veins as you hear what you pray isn’t the breaking of bones and tearing of flesh. Bile rises in your throat but thankfully your body doesn’t betray you and moves to quickly throw on your outter robe loosely and sandals to cover your feet as you bolt out of the room and head straight to the exit. You’d think about the old priest later, but you were certainly in no position to play hero. You need to get out and away from whatever animal broke in. You turn the corner, the temple entrance closed but not locked thankfully as you sprint for the double wooden doors.

Except you don’t make it. The back of your left ankle becoming oddly itchy before your legs give out and you collapsed. Confusion wracked you, as you turned to look behind you only to see a lot of blood. So much, flowing from the back of your ankle, and it takes your brain a moment to realize you’d been sliced by something. “What…” you can only mumble before noise breaks your thought and someone- something stumbled out into the communal area of the temple. You couldn’t even scream if you wanted to, the monster hideous and deformed, humanoid but grotesque in it’s similarities too. It had four arms, sharp and elongated, with knife like claws for fingers. Teeth razor sharp and an unhinged jaw covered in blood- and oh no, the clothing of the priest? Tears were already spilling down your cheeks, unable to form words let alone breathe because this demon was eyeing you with hunger. All four eyes.

Would your last thoughts be an admission that Giyuu isn’t crazy…? Would you be alive then, if you’d just stayed by his side…?

It lunges, and you don’t have the heart to watch the beast kill you, so you close your eyes and turn away. Awaiting the impact that will likely crush and kill you painfully. The demon screeches, and then wails as a new sound has your heart nearly stopping.

“First form, water surface slash.” You look, unable to really fathom what was happening, as Giyuu cut through the beast, throwing it off your trajectory. Water moves with his blade, seemingly out of no where, as it cuts through the demon, making it wail and cry out viciously.

“A Hashira?! Here?! No! No! No! No! Why are you here?!” It’s screeching voice like knives on granite, irritating your senses as you scrambled away from the fight to the far corner of the temple. You were unable to walk with the injury to your foot.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the fight, unfathomable as it all was to you.

The demon regrew it’s damaged body, lashing out at Giyuu and causing a new wave of panic to overtake you but Giyuu moved seamlessly. His stoic expression still in place despite the monster screeching and lunging for him, destroying portions of the temple in it’s rampage. Giyuu moved like he was dancing, elegantly dodging and swinging as if in accompaniment to a song you couldn’t hear.

“Damn you! Damn! Damn! Damn! I’ll kill you!” The demon screams, except it doesn’t leap for Giyuu again, this time it turns it’s attention to you. You don’t even realize you’ve cried out until after Giyuu springs into action, and just as the beast is about to grab you…

Giyuu beheads it. Blood splattering across your chest and abdomen from the demon, as it’s head goes rolling away. It begins evaporating, body and head, ashes rising up and dissipating as if it was never there in the first place.

It’s quiet. Save for your trembling little gasps and whines escaping as you try to calm yourself down.

It doesn’t work.

Your panic too high, and with it, your blood loss greater.

Despite your seemingly endless tears, you can make out Giyuu’s twisted expression of concern and it breaks your heart as you sob. “G-Giyuu!” His name different on your lips than any other time you’ve said it. More whiny and needy than you’d ever care to admit, but you were terrified and dizzy. You were seeking the only comfort available.

Despite his steely expression as he gazed down at you, bleeding out before him, he crouched down and moved to check your injury.

“I need to stop the bleeding…” he’s talking more to himself than you. Moving quickly, you barely registered him tearing the end of your kimono, using the fabric to wrap and halt the bleeding of your severed Achilles tendon. The pain thankfully wasn’t registering, but once Giyuu was close enough, you were quick to latch on to him desperately. He halted and stilled, hand still applying pressure to stop the bleeding, but frozen otherwise as you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried his name again.

“Giyuu… Giyuu… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” your voice faltering as you whimper in pain as he begins working on your injury again. He’s silent as you plea and whine in his arms, even as he picks you up. “I was wrong… wrong… hurts… Giyuu…” it’s only muffled words against his haori, trying to melt into the very man you’d run away from. It was your only form of comfort, the itching in your ankle becoming a burning hot pain that was consuming a majority of your thoughts not still occupied by the creature from hell you’d encountered tonight.

The demon that would’ve killed and eaten you if not for Giyuu Tomioka.

He’s gentle, carrying you, and allowing a few strangers dressed all in black to treat your wound. They’re careful, quiet and respectful towards Giyuu, calling him Tomioka-sama and showing only the highest regards to. His hold isn’t suffocating, he’s not berating, only softly petting your hair occasionally to comfort any sniffles you release.

Then you’re being carried back. Not back to his home like you figured, no you’re traveling along a path to a city you’ve never been to and entering through a side entrance to an enormous mansion.

“G-Giyuu…?” You’d fallen asleep on and off during the journey, not once did the man holding you waver or show any signs of fatigue despite walking the entire way with you in his arms.

“Hn” he’s curt, expressionless as normal, but as his eyes look down to meet yours, they seem softer somehow. Warmer than the usual icy depths you feared previously. You can only clutch closer to him, anxious of the new environment despite the pretty scenery you passed going towards a building illuminated by lanterns.

“Where are we going…?” You’re unsure how to answer, how to even interact with the man you’ve shown nothing but hostility to. It left you awkward and fumbling over your own thoughts regarding him.

“Hospital.” Oh, you’re surprised by how normal his response is.

“Are you… hurt?”

“No. You are.” You’re most certainly aware of being hurt, the pain killers you’d been given hardly any help.

You remain silent as he takes you inside, a few small girls moving about on light feet carrying this or that. He continues past them, ignoring how they pause to bow and murmur his name respectfully. They do curiously look at you, fascination and an adorable hint of gossip forming in the depths of their eyes. You can only bury your face in his neck out of embarrassment, his minty and fresh pine scent soothing to your frayed and exhausted nerves. He’s warm too, you’d never really noticed, but he seemed to run hot despite how cool he seemed to be.

Regardless, you enter a room, with a regular bed pushed in the corner and medical equipment stored on shelves.

Giyuu places you down on the bed, finally moving away from you to look down at your sorry pathetic form. At least, that’s how you feel you must look.

His eyes are still soft though, and it only makes tears spill down your cheeks again as you feel a sense of utter dread he’s going to leave you here alone, and regret for doubting and running away when he had been honest about his intentions. To keep you safe. In his own strange way, he was repaying you for saving him likely. He knew those monsters existed, and wanted to keep you away from them. He disappeared so long because he was hunting them.

“Don’t cry…” he looks at a loss, unsure and clumsy as his rough calloused fingers move to wipe away the seemingly endless stream of tears.

“How can…” sniff “…I not? I was so horrible to you and you still saved me… I’m so sorry…” you’re choking over your own distress.

“Giyuu…” you can hardly make his figure out through your tears blurring your vision, his efforts to wipe your tears and keep them dry futile. He looks truly confused and worried.

“Yes?” He sounds unsure of himself.

“Thank you.” His eyes widen, shocked by your gratitude, but the warm smile that graces his features is enough to have your heart skip a beat. He’s always been handsome, but he seemed so untouchable and reserved before.

You didn’t notice another person enter, but Giyuu didn’t acknowledge them in favor of comforting you.

“Oh my… making a patient cry is terrible you know?” You startle, clutching onto Giyuu instinctively as you look up and at a lovely woman standing in the doorway. Her smile kind, eyes gentle, and beautiful features striking.

“Good evening, I’m sorry for startling you. My name is Shinobu Kocho.” The woman just stands there, gentle smile in place, but she gave off a somewhat odd feeling inside you. It only had you trying to pull Giyuu closer. Most noticeably on the woman was a katana, like Giyuu carried, and you wondered if this woman was also a demon slayer.

She must be.

“Tomioka-san, is this your wife?” Her question was strange, her gaze unwavering and not blinking as she stared a hole through Giyuu. He remained impassive and unresponsive, but his eyes did move to meet your own. You didn’t know what to say, the way she asked was as if you couldn’t be here if you weren’t. Did you need to lie? You felt felt more awkward as the time passed, neither Giyuu nor Shinobu made any indication that the silence would be broken.

“U-um… I, I am?” You noticed Giyuu’s form stiffen, and you briefly felt concerned you’d said the wrong thing. But the fatigue of the day and night was wearing heavy on you, you just wanted to rest safely. You wrapped your arms around Giyuu’s form, trapping the man who could easily escape but chose to settle as you wearily peaked at Shinobu behind Giyuu.

“Oh, I see! How lovely Tomioka-san, you’ve gotten yourself an adorable wife!” Her charismatic voice and smile weirded you out, both seeming highly disingenuous as she claps her hands together sharply.

“Mm” only a grunt is Shinobu’s reply from Giyuu, but the woman doesn’t seem offended.

“Well, I’ll leave you to rest then, Tomioka-san” it takes you a moment to realize she’s speaking to you. You can only give a weak reply, waving a little as the woman leaves. You slump in Giyuu’s arms, who is thankfully quick to catch you and hold you up against him as he sits beside you on the bed now. You’re limp and pliant in his hold, surprised deep inside how natural it feels. You hated him not even a day prior, wanted nothing to do with him, resented him.

What exactly changed so quickly?

Or did you not hate him? Just didn’t understand him? Or how to communicate. This was the most he’d ever touched you, but you realize it had all been initiated by you personally.

“Do you want to bathe? Or sleep?” His question broke your inner monologue, as you glance up at him. His expression melted back into a soft smile for you, and it had you fighting a smile of your own back. You pondered his question, admitting you were indeed exhausted but also disgusted by the blood of that monster and your own still covering you.

Licking your dry chapped lips, you answered.

“I’d like to bathe first…”

With that answer, you were back in his arms as he stood up with you, carried swiftly out of the room and several corridors down.

You let him lead, as he took you to what appeared to be an indoor bath house located inside the mansion. You took note of the direction he took.

“Tomioka-sama, let us help?” Two sweet little girls that looked awfully familiar from earlier stood before you two now. Their sweet and innocent expressions melting you internally. Giyuu’s embrace tightened momentarily, alerting you to look up at him. Though he didn’t speak, his silence was enough to let you know he wanted your answer.

“O-okay, that’d be lovely. Thank you girls.” You were replied to with little giggles, as Giyuu took you into the initial bathing area and sat you on a changing bench.

“I can’t go any further…” he seemed reluctant to leave you, making that ball of guilt swell up again in the pit of your stomach, choking you.

“I’ll be quick? Will you wait?” It sounded desperate, even to you, but the way he smiled made you think it was the right question.

“Mm” his nod of affirmation comforting, as he stepped out and the girls began helping you undress carefully despite your wounded foot.

“Tomioka-sama smiled! Did you see? Did you see?” Their excited and hushed whispers adorable as you let the girls help you limp over to the buckets of water. They scrubbed and massaged you, helped you into the hot bath with your injured ankle left out, and gave you a few moments of privacy. You felt sick and relieved all at once, dots connected and questions answered but you wondered if the price for them was worth it. If you hadn’t escaped, would that… would that old priest still be alive? Or would more people have died if Giyuu hadn’t looked for you?

…had he looked for you?

#demon slayer #water Hashira #x reader #fem reader #18+ #yandere giyuu #kny giyuu #KNY #Giyuu Tomioka #Fem! Reader x Giyuu Tomioka #Giyuu smut #kny Giyuu smut #yandere Giyuu Tomioka #sub! Giyuu Tomioka

[androxys]

Nanda Parbat in 30 Seconds

I know Nanda Parbat gets used as a League of Assassins base a lot in fan media, likely because that was how it was depicted in Arrow. But I wanted to take a second and try to impress upon you how cool Nanda Parbat is without having anything to do with Ra's al Ghul (because it usually doesn't)

What is Nanda Parbat?

Nanda Parbat is a fictional city sequestered up somewhere in the Himalayas. It's hard to tell exactly where, because the whole premise of Nanda Parbat is that it's a magic hidden city.

You can't just walk there; individuals must embark on a pilgrimage to actually get there. Nanda Parbat is as much an idea as it is a real location-- when you seek Nanda Parbat, you are looking for spiritual development and revelation.

It's suggested that only those with good intentions can find the city on their own. However, there are maps to the city, which can allow those with evil intent into Nanda Parbat. The map isn't your typical piece of paper, though. It's split into components such as a birthmark, or a poem.

Once you're in Nanda Parbat, time stands still. The city is eternally at peace. Disease does not progress, and people do not die. You are the only thing that changes, transformed by your time in the unchanging city.

Who's In Nanda Parbat?

The big name in Nanda Parbat is Rama Kushna, the goddess who inhabits the temple.

When people go to Nanda Parbat on their quest for enlightenment, sometimes they find it on their own, and sometimes they have some help from Rama Kushna. She does your typical goddess stuff, such as guiding the hand of virtuous fighters and offering wisdom.

Rama Kushna is also the one who made Boston Brand into Deadman, after he was murdered. The two have a whole history, but that's its own thing.

The rest of Nanda Parbat's population are the monks who reside around the temple. They meditate and reflect on the meaning of everything and guard the Fountain of Youth.

Wait, the Fountain of Youth?

Yes, the Fountain of Youth is a thing in DC Comics. It played a big part in the crossover event The Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul. Long story short, Ra's al Ghul died and couldn't be revived in a Lazarus Pit, so his consciousness spent some time body jumping. The problem was, his spirit would burn out the host bodies, so he hoped to use the Fountain to stabilize himself. A rival faction of assassins that had come to power when Ra's was dead want to stop him from getting revived to full strength, so they assemble the aforementioned map to get to Nanda Parbat and destroy the Fountain before Ra's can get to it.

The Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul is not a kind story to Nanda Parbat. It pretty much gets razed to the ground by the conflict between Ra's, the rival faction, and Batman.

The monks explicitly tell Ra's off for bringing violence and death to the city. The monks channel the power of Rama Kushna and cause an earthquake, forcing everyone to leave the city.

If you're interested in reading more about Nanda Parbat, I really recommend reading the series 52! There are several appearances here, with lots of characters passing through on their own journeys. The Deadman series also has a good bit of the Shifting City in it too, but I haven't read it yet, so I can only recommend it as such.

Now go forth and find enlightenment!

#dc comics #batman #chit chat