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Could I request March 7th, Ei, Furina, and Navia with a partner who makes plushies?
(H:SR/Genshin Impact) March 7th, Ei, Furina, and Navia's S/O making a plushie of them
I wish for a marketable plushie of Navia.
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March almost squeals when she sees a tiny, soft version of herself resting on her bed.
And judging by S/O's proud smile, they were the creator.
(March 7th) "S/O, did you make this?! It's SOOO cute!"
(S/O) "I tried hard to capture your essence. Think I did a good job?"
(March 7th) "It's PERFECT! Come on, take a picture of me holding the plush!"
She absolutely loves the plush. Every night she sleeps, March hugs onto it tightly.
Even forgoing hugging S/O in favor of holding their very cute plushie, much to their dismay.
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Ei smiles a little when she sees the plushie of herself that S/O brought in.
Unlike most items depicting herself, this plushie was also smiling, and admittedly did look quite cute.
Ei could tell it was handcrafted, which meant even more to her.
(S/O) "What do you think?"
(Ei) "It is the most interesting take I've seen thus far. Do you plan on producing this for the rest of Inazuma?"
(S/O) "Nope! It's only for you."
Ei chuckles, gently picking the plush up and admiring the detail.
(Ei) "Then I shall treasure it for eternity."
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Furina looked extremely pleased at the sight of looking at a miniaturized version of herself.
S/O had even managed to capture her smug personality, and different blue eyes.
(Furina) "Hm, a fine job you have done, S/O!"
(S/O) "If it could talk and brag about itself, then I'd call it a 100% recreation."
(Furina) "I'll have you know, I can do a much better job than some plush telling people how amazing I am! After all, you are here with me because of it!"
(S/O) "Hah, right."
Truth be told, she absolutely adores it. She takes care of the plush and makes sure there is no dust on it zealously.
Not that she'd tell S/O that, lest they tease her relentlessly for it.
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Navia gasps as she suddenly snatches the plushie of herself, her smile growing bigger with every second.
(Navia) "How long did this take to make?! It's incredible!"
(S/O) "Oh man, the details of your dress and hair wasn't easy, I'll say that much-"
Navia puts the plushie down before grabbing their cheeks, and pulling them into a strong kiss.
After pulling back, S/O was stunned.
(Navia) "Thank you for such an amazing gift! I demand a plushie of yourself to go with mine this instant!"
Navia keeps the plushes of herself and S/O always close together in her room.
They were kept in a fancy glass case to ensure no dust got into them, just for the extra mile.
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age736 · 7 months
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For the Greater Good
Perhaps you do not believe what you are doing can truly be classified as evil. Perhaps some people will be hurt from the immediate consequences of your actions, but what the masses fail to see is the immense good that will come of your plans. Maybe you act in the name of science, or for your people who have fallen on great tragedy. Maybe you see cracks in a failing system and want to uproot it through chaotic, destructive means to avoid greater tragedy down the line. Maybe you're just in with a bad crowd, but you can't leave them, no matter how unsavory their intentions, because they're your only ticket to your ultimate goals. No matter what, your goals are noble, and you take no joy in wreaking havoc or hurting those in your way, but the evils you partake in are necessary. If you need to play the bad guy to ensure a better future, then you are willing to play that part.
tagged by: @acoldsovereign tagging: idk take it if u wanna
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rallamajoop · 1 month
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That time Heisenberg stabbed Ethan with a rusty fencepost
Thanks to this one fic project that needed a pornographically detailed list of Ethan’s most memorable injuries, I've spent some time trying to figure out exactly what Heisenberg stabs him with when they first met. Working mostly from a free-camera version from youtube, I settled on calling a metal pipe with a square profile.
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Tumblr: I was wrong. The reality is so much worse.
Having cracked the game files and installed my own free-camera mod, I tracked down the original asset for this thing, and, well...
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No, really, this is it! Check out those matching cross-bars if you doubt me.
FWIW, it isn’t actually a spear. Those semi-mangled crossbars flag it instead as a spear-headed fence-post. (This may not be a distinction that Ethan would find very comforting after being stabbed with the thing, but there it is, regardless.)
In fact, if you poke around the cemetery area just outside the castle gate, you can even find the fence it presumably came from.
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Look in on the cemetery near the church from the lane leading up to the Duke's shop beside it, and this is what you'll see.
It's not a perfect match (in fact, it's even worse viewed from the opposite side, because someone has clearly stuffed up the textures on different sides of the same asset). I'll also note that if you go back to this fence again after meeting Heisenberg, you won’t find any suspicious gaps in it where a post was recently ripped out. So I’m going to just go ahead and assume this particular piece was lying in a pile of surplus scrap in the cellar somewhere, and Heisenberg did not, in fact, drag the thing all the way there from well outside the whole damn building. I mean, at that point, you’re just showing off.
The fence post is, admittedly, pretty hard to get a good look at in the actual game. Unlike all the other crap Heisenberg already has levitating around him in this scene, the fencepost doesn’t appear at all until Heisenberg stabs Ethan with it. It actually seems to emerge at speed from between a couple of barrels at the back. But if you’re enough of a lunatic to play around with the various slow motion/rewind settings that came with the free camera mod, you can get a decent shot of it in flight, cleaning up any remaining doubt that this is the same asset that was used in game.
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It even freaking spins in the air as it moves. FTR, yes, it does go in pointy-end first. And the whole fucking spearhead ends up buried in poor Ethan. (Please feel free to insert your own dick-joke here.) Those paying really close attention might even note that the blood on Ethan's shirt is present even before the spear hits him, but that's just going to be virtual-stunt-coordination having a normal one.
I can offer you no similarly definitive insight into why Heisenberg would think stabbing Ethan with this thing was a good idea. I can’t even tell you if he knew for sure that it was Ethan Winters he was talking to at this point (maybe he's just playing dumb, pretending not to recognise him. Or maybe he legit didn't know that Ethan himself had made an appearance until Miranda told him. Sure, he's already got that whole conspiracy board, but finding real pictures of this Ethan-guy is surprisingly hard.) But whether Heis was already testing out Ethan’s ‘interesting body’, or whether he’d just generally assumed that anyone who could survive a full lycan assault on the village wouldn’t be too seriously inconvenienced by a little stabbing, hoo boy was this one way to make a first impression.
I’m not even sure which of these losers is the bigger idiot here: the one who imagined Ethan might still agree to work with him even after inserting a very convincing imitation-spearhead into his intestines, or the one who never thought to seriously question how he keeps shrugging off injuries just as exciting as this one.
They probably deserve each other.
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lehguru · 4 months
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MUSCLE MUSCLE! + ONE PIECE MEN
one piece men having a muscular fem!s/o feat. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, trafalgar d. water law, sanji, donquixote rosinante, buggy the clown
info: again FEM!READER , this is so self indulgent its embarrassing; not proofread
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luffy wouldn't mind you having muscles. he thinks that's something normal – just like some women can be skinny or chubby, others can be muscular. he would love to compare his biceps to yours if you love to flex, he takes it as a fun playful thing. he would adore to train with you, it gives him a big motivation; not only because it's someone as strong as him training, but also because he would adore to share earbuds with you and do silly dances to make you laugh between your sets.
zoro thinks the way you managed to build up your muscles is amazing. he often talks to you about your training techniques and diet; you're also one of the few – three – people he invites to workout with him. if you spot him during bench presses, he always puts a higher weight than he would while alone – that's his way to show that he trusts you and your strength. he will often stare at your body at the gym, but it's never in a creepy way, he just wants to make sure you're okay while doing your exercises (and he secretly enjoys to see your muscles working).
law is constantly wanting to rip his hair off with worry for you. he thinks your psyche is nice and he have no problem with it, his fears lie on your diet and your bones/joints. he fears that you might get an injury and you're not keeping a healthy fat percentage; even if you reassure him and say everything is fine, he always show up with food at your place. if he's not in that worried state, he loves to feel your muscles while you hug him (he has a skinnier build, so he enjoys the contrast). his favorite thing ever is to feel your arms around his head while he lays on your stomach.
sanji would love your body no matter what, but there's something about you being able to lift him up – and even throw him around if you want to – that drives him insane. if you post a picture with any of your muscles flexed, you will get a dozen of comments from him. if you take him to the gym to train with you, he will praise you and won't even train so he can "appreciate and help a goddess like you". he begged you for a long time to give him a headlock so he could take a picture and make it his profile picture in every single social media he have (and the background on his phone).
corazón always get shy whenever he looks at any of your muscles – you often notice it, because his cheeks become a nice shade of pink. at first you thought he didn't like you being muscular, but quite the opposite. unlike his brother, he doesn't build up muscles that easily (they have the same genetics, but he always says he was born to be the skinny brother), so you, the love of his life, being muscular? he is over the moon. if he gets your consent to do it, his hands will be all over you. if you need a massage, he's there. if it's just resting on your thigh or your back during a cuddle session, he's happy. he loves your muscles a lot, not more than he loves you.
buggy thinks you're one of the coolest people because of your muscles. he always wanted to be bigger and scarier, but his muscles always seemed to grow on his legs and stomach only, so if you are well-balanced on all your body, he is smitten. he loves to lay on any part of your body, giggling to himself if he thinks about doing that when you two are apart. he is constantly praising you, but, unlike sanji, they come in a more "if you were the queen, i wouldn't mind being the jester" way. he wouldn't mind tagging along with you to the gym, but he would spend more time glaring at any other men that looks your way than actually training.
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homeofhousechickens · 1 month
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You may not want to hear this, but none of these cows in the above pictures are being neglected or abused. That last cropped picture is actually from a bigger farm as well during the storms happening during the Loon fallout event.
Mud is a completely normal part of raising livestock, especially in places where it gets wet and rainy during different parts of the year. Even the driest climates will experience a build-up of manure and mud around feeding and watering locations since livestock likes to hang out there for obvious reasons.
The idyllic pictures you see of cows in green pastures likely have a rotational grazing setup or large amounts of land, which isn't possible or feasible for most small farmers. Pastures in this state are a common side effect of having large livestock, but even chickens, goats, and dogs can turn a pasture into dirt if the pasture can't get rest. It doesn't mean the animals are getting neglected or abused, and anyone who says otherwise is likely coming from a place of privilege or ignorance.
The suicide rate for agricultural workers is five times higher than the general population. Farmers experience more debt, indignity, and isolation compared to the general population and what sucks is when I talk about this I get replies that are like "just choose a different profession" when these people are how your getting fed. Food does not magically manifest in the grocery store it comes from farmers, and farmer depression is a global crisis.
I'm sure there are some people who are uncomfortable with those photos but I want you to sit in that discomfort and realize that when you buy beef from the store it's not unlikely that that cow stood on a muddy floor and that cows have been standing in muddy pastures for thousands of years.
This isn't a post bashing rotational grazing and other forms of pasture management. I just think it's ignorant to assume these animals are being neglected because their pasture is muddy and that their owners arent always looking for ways to change that. This stuff does make it harder for people to share their troubles or profession. The cows above likely have less hoof issues then cows only on sand, metal grates, or concrete.
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Memes like the above exist for a reason.
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sierrascribbles · 9 months
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『♡』 sharing clothes!
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summary: sharing clothes with your beloved <3 (gn!reader x dan heng, march 7th, welt yang, screwllum, natasha, & kafka) just fluff! <3
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with only one shared laundry room, you've lost count of the times of the times that dan heng's clothes have ended up in your basket. he doesn't comment on it at first when you end up wearing his coat; he just assumes your laundry got mixed up again. but if it becomes a constant thing, he's liable to just give you his jacket to keep.
he likes seeing you in his clothes more than he'd care to admit. especially because once he gets them back he can smell your lingering scent on them. sometimes, when he has trouble sleeping and you're not there, he'll put your jacket over his pillow so he can pretend you're right beside him. it helps him sleep.
"...here. you seem to like wearing it more than i do so... just take it. ...it looks better on you, anyways."
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march 7th would gasp and try to tackle you to the floor when she sees you in her clothes. "i spent a lot of money on those!" she protests, as she wrestles you out of her shirt. she doesn't even realize the compromising position that she put the both of you in... she thinks you look cute, of course, but she'd rather go shopping for matching clothes for the both of you.
even though she's not keen on letting you borrow her clothes, she loves borrowing yours. especially if they're baggy or bigger on her... good luck getting your hoodies back.
"i'm thinking something bright and cutesy for the both of us! ooh, will you let me pick out an outfit for you? then we can take pictures together afterwards! hehe, we're gonna be the cutest couple around~"
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welt's first thought upon seeing you trying on his clothes are to make a dad joke. "hello welt, i'm also welt!" he'd tease, holding his hand out for you to shake. you groan, but can't help the smile that grows on your face.
welt doesn't mind at all if you borrow his clothes. in fact, he will leave out extra overcoats or jackets for you to wear whenever you'd like. he likes the quiet reminders that you're his, and vice versa. the farther into your relationship, the more the both of your closets begin to look indistinguishable.
"you look adorable like that. ...not saying that you don't always look adorable, you do, but... ah, forget it. i've embarrassed myself."
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screwllum doesn't understand why you borrow his clothes so often. you have plenty of outfits left at his place that you can wear... and if you want he will always buy you more. his clothes don't particularly fit you, and if you'd like to match him, he'll make you an outfit that compliments his own style.
though, his final conclusion is that you simply enjoy wearing clothes that belonged to him. and he cannot deny that you look ravishing as you always do in them. maybe he'll borrow some of your clothing so he might understand the sentimentality you feel wearing his... only strictly behind closed doors though.
"butterfly, perhaps you might lend me your clothes sometime. it seems i have a new hypothesis to test... no need to laugh, this is very important science."
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natasha often gets so busy at the clinic and at the orphanage that she hardly has time to take care of herself. you like doing chores for her occasionally to make her life easier. doing her laundry is no different... and sometimes you can't help but want to try on her clothes. when natasha walks in and sees you struggling with the layering, she offers to give you a hands-on lesson.
natasha can't get her hands off you when you're in her clothes. she'd take off her gloves so she can touch the sliver of skin exposed on your upper back... it's unlike her, she's usually so reserved with her affections. but seeing her lab coat falling off your shoulder... yeah, it brings out a little bit of her protective side.
"dressing so cute around me like this? maybe i should get payback and steal some of your clothing next. oh... you wouldn't mind that? well, hand them over and i'll try them on."
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kafka finds it amusing that you'd even try to steal her clothing. she'd let you do it, of course, but only to catch you in the act. just as you're about to finish buttoning up her collar, she makes herself seen, sitting on the edge of her bed and watching your eyes grow wide in shock.
she wants to tease you, to watch you squirm a little bit. kafka will tell you how good you look, but not before asking you to twirl for her so she can take in the whole view.
"ah, caught you little thief! ...no, go ahead and finish putting on my clothes... i don't mind. though, it looks like you are missing one final touch." she dances her fingers around the nape of your neck, before unclipping her own choker. "here, put this on. ...so obedient."
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obscenely-overdue · 1 month
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[OOC] Weighted Pregnant Belly Instructions
Hi everyone! For those interested, I've jerry-rigged a method to pad/simulate/wear-a-fake-pregnant-tummy-for-kink-purposes with some real weight and firmness to it that I think people would like! It works very well for me but is also functionally a prototype/first pass at the idea, so there are certainly areas that it could be improved. (which is me saying "experiment and improve upon this, we can make it better!")
I'll preface this with the fact that, if you pay full price for everything involved, assuming you have NONE of it to start, it's probably about $120. That said, about $20-25 of that comes from a specific kind of pillow and blanket, which you very well may have, which would bring it realistically down to $100, and some of it is stuff which can be bought on sale pretty easily, which would land you in the neighborhood of $80. Again, it isn't cheap, but it has something not even a fancy Roanyer tummy has:
WEIGHT and BULK
It's also made of inconspicuous or otherwise easily hidden items, so if you have roommates or family who could see this stuff, it's great at being tucked away or hiding in plain sight. If you're curious, I have pictures, a shopping list, and step by step instructions, as well as some further tips and info. It's pretty long so I'm putting it under a cut...
Let's get started!
What you'll need:
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One piece of fully body shapewear (the mauve one on top) and one piece of "tummy tuck" shapewear (black on the bottom). The full body one is about 2 sizes too big for what it's meant to do normally (so for me, an XXXL. This is the same shapewear I use for my squishmallow tummy for RP blog pictures), and the tummy tuck one is the "correct" size for my body (XL). The tummy tuck one gives you all the support, so you don't want it too oversized. DON'T GO UNDERSIZED EITHER as what we're going to load this up with is gonna cause some compression, and too much pressure on your abdomen can be harmful. When in doubt, go at your size or maybe one size bigger, but no farther. Both of these run $20-30 a piece at a target but also can be found on sale for $10-20. Target is going to charge you more than Walmart, and it doesn't have to be top of the line.
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One soft, round pillow. This is like a $6 pick up from Walmart. It's not just soft from it's fabric, but it's specifically not firm to the touch. It's all give and is very malleable. Technically you could use a regular pillow too, but this being roughly disk shaped helps it do its job as basically the "lower belly" that keeps the weight from shifting too low.
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An averaged sized blanket. Softer materials that fold and bunch up easier are preferred. You PROBABLY already have something that will work for this, but if you don't, again, Walmart will charge you like $15-20 for one.
And finally...
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A 20 lbs kettlebell. This BASTARD is the single most expensive thing you'll need, and unfortunately is required if you want it to be properly heavy. This one came from Target, and ran me $55. You might think you want to go heavier, but trust me, this thing has all the heft you'll need. If you really want to, you could feasibly go for a 25 lbs. one, but those are even more expensive. The kettlebell shape is important because it's mostly round, unlike a dumbbell, so we can wrap it up and use it for a reasonably pregnant-shaped belly. A dumbbell of this weight might be a little cheaper, but if you're already going to drop $40 on an oddly shaped weight, another $15 so it can fit the tummy shape is worth it.
Putting it on:
[DISCLAIMER: If at any point something HURTS while putting this thing on or while wearing it, safely but quickly remove it. The weight is supposed to be cumbersome and a little uncomfortable for the fantasy of it, but if anything HURTS, something is wrong, and you need to take it off. If you lay on your back with this thing on for too long, get ready for ab muscle aches, possibly the next day, as your tummy will be supporting 20 lbs of external weight just pressing on it, and those muscles don't get used unless you work out. I've never worn this thing overnight to sleep, but I don't advise it, as extended period of compression can be harmful. Same logic as to why AFAB people who don't want visible boobs shouldn't bind for too long.]
Start by putting on the fully body shapewear, and then putting the tummy tuck shapewear over that. The fabric under my shapewear here is my sports bra, which isn't part of the belly process.
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Next you're going to load the soft, round pillow into the full body shapewear. It's going to kind of fold in on itself and that's not an issue, if anything it gives a nice little landing zone for the next thing we're going to add.
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Don't fight trying to get the pillow under the tummy tuck shapewear, right now just roll it down to your waistline under the pillow bulk like so.
Next you'll take your blanket, lay it out, set the kettlebell inside of it, and wrap/bunch it up. You want it something approximating 'round', making sure the kettlebell isn't going to roll/fall out when you pick it up.
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Next, you load the wrapped up bastard in, setting it on top of the pillow. The kettlebell is going to shift, and try to sink deeper, that's fine, just maneuver it so it sits on the pillow, allowing the pillow to spread the weight more evenly.
Before you pull up the tummy tuck shapewear, it's going to look like this, notice how the bottom of it is lighter because that's all pillow, with the blanket over top.
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Now comes of trickiest/most strenuous part, you gotta pull out the tummy tuck shapewear and get it out and around the bulk of your "tummy". You'll have an easier time if you pull the back part up a little first, so it's not fighting you, which you can see in the above photos. If anything starts to hurt during this process, stop and take it out, because likely something is too tight or too heavy.
Once the tummy tuck shapewear is pulled all the way up, it should look about like this, and you're loaded up and ready to waddle!
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Notice how much more contained it all is? It's not spilling off of me anymore, it's firmly held against me. Now, just top with your favorite maternity shirt!
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Or don't!
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Now, clearly, it doesn't LOOK very pregnant. It's lumpy and awkward and it'll come out downright lopsided your first few times. But this isn't for taking pictures for an RP blog, this is for simulating something close to the feeling of carrying something heavy like a pregnant belly around. For those of us who can't or don't want to actually get pregnant, this is a decent approximate that's reasonable to buy and easily hidden. This is for nights after everyone else is in bed or you're home alone, and it can be a LOT of fun.
Great, now what do I do with it?
This is the end of the instructions and is more just ideas for some fantasy fulfillment. Feel free to drop your own ideas in replies or reblogs!
So something that sets this belly apart from just a pillow, or bunched up clothes under your shirt, is that it's very firm, and independently held against you. A pillow under your shirt is dependent on the shirt for structure. If you lift the shirt, pillow falls off. That is not the case here, so suddenly, you've unlocked the ability to put on too small clothes, or button ups, or robes, whatever, that's too small for you now, and can fuss and mess with it without affecting the stability of the belly. You can wear pants that don't button or simply bunch up under that heavy, firm underbelly. Hell, you can simulate getting dressed with a 20 lbs mass hanging off of you. Put on socks around this thing, it's the stuff of preg kink dreams!
Getting up and down, laying in bed and rolling over, the shit that's easy to do now, takes a LOT more effort all of the sudden. Again, I urge you not to lay flat on your back too much, because I did that while padding before bed, and woke up with some muscle aches centered on my tummy, in muscles that I hadn't used in god knows how long. Don't over exert yourself with this thing. I'm bringing this up a lot because I don't want anyone getting hurt.
Taking the stairs is nuts. Going up is way more effort, and going down feels almost hazardous as you wont have vision of your feet anymore.
If you're into the domesticity of pregnancy, try doing some household chores with this thing on! Loading a dishwasher, doing some laundry, maybe some tidying. I personally have found it weirdly exhilarating, waddling around loading the washing machine around this heavy bulk. Have fun bending over to pick up something you dropped!
Even just chilling and gaming with a lap full of heavy belly feels kind of new and exciting. When you're not used to it, even the mundane shit gets hotter with a tummy like this
That's about all I got. If someone else gets everything and tries this out, let me know your experiences with it and how you've improved it! I've had an ask suggest a weighted medicine ball, so that could also work if you have one you're willing to test out. Please enjoy, and share with your pregnancy loving mutuals! Thanks for reading!!!
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rainbowsky · 6 months
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Hello Rainbowsky,
I know, hiking CPN can be washed by saying WYB went to Inner Mongolia to see the shooting location for his upcoming movie and may be went on hiking when he had free time.
But, WYB who never posts more than 1 personal picture in an entire year, decided to post his hiking pictures even when the picture location matches with the shooting location of XZ and there were heavy rumours of him visiting XZ.
Also, he went to Japan and other places for seeing shooting location but he did not post pictures from there. People are also saying that if it was for movie he will not spoil the location before movie releases.
Rainbowsky, what do you think?
Hi Anon,
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It's true that there are people trying to wash this whole Inner Mongolia thing. It just goes with the territory. In fact, the bigger and stronger the CPN, the harder people work to wash it.
However.
Fake, fan fiction, CPN.
It's not really washable. In part because there's not enough information available to independently verify or debunk anything, sure, but also for all the reasons everyone's been discussing lately.
The location
DD's filming locations are not known at this point. Somehow (and I can't possibly express how thoroughly impressed I am by this) the film set has been so totally locked down that nothing has leaked from it, to the degree that no one even knows for sure that the project is currently filming, or where. So people claiming he was there for filming... that's speculation.
The film synopsis solos are relying on to wash this CPN talks about the character we'd presume to be DD's (it's the only young man mentioned) being from "the heart of" the Great Khinogan Mountains.
The Wulanhada volcano park that DD was photographed by is not anywhere near that area.
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We don't know exactly where GG is filming so we can't get too carried away about it, but it's pretty disingenuous for people to claim DD was there for filming when it's not anywhere near where his character is supposed to be from, and the terrain around the volcano park is totally different from the terrain where DD's character is from (would probably not make a good stand-in location for that region).
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Wulanhada volcano park, left - Great Khinogan Mountains, right
Of course it's not impossible that he was there for filming, but given what little we know (the same information solos are trying to use to wash this), it seems unlikely.
It's also possible he went there directly from Beijing, but that's a 5 hour drive at minimum, so wouldn't likely have been a day trip. And DD isn't going to post a photo of himself at GG's filming location, he's going to post one that says what he wants to say while still maintaining plausible deniability. This volcano park is perfectly situated to provide all of that.
Aside from that - as turtles have already pointed out - why would DD share photos from the area where he's filming, when this film has been so very locked down until now? It doesn't make any sense at all. Keeping locations secret is what's been protecting this film from leaks and stalkers.
The content
It's pretty interesting that we've seen enormously popular photos from GG (his birthday post has over 33.7 million likes, while the Xiao Zhan Studio birthday photos post is at 4 million likes), featuring him hiking in the wilds and hanging out in campground areas, and then we get something similar from DD who, as you said, rarely shares personal photos anymore.
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They both seem to be very outdoorsy lately!
For two people who - according to solos - are 'trying desperately to get out from under the tyranny of this delusional CP', they sure are making some big mistakes about how to appear to be very different people living very different lives...
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His and his B&W Leicas
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His and his credit card iPhone cases
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His and his Gucci lion head necklaces
Yeah, they're really putting in every effort to shake this 'reputation destroying', 'horribly toxic' ship! 🙄
More on that here.
The timing
This is the biggest thing, and in my opinion what we should be focusing on the most. Because as far as I'm concerned, this post is a statement - a very loud and clear one.
DD is being (yet again) attacked with these horrible, laughably false (like, seriously - the photos are clearly of a woman who is much shorter and smaller than DD) rumors about him attending a concert with a particular actress, and suddenly the supertopic for that 'CP' is shut down and we get photos from DD that point to a totally different CP. One that he's supposedly trying to 'shake off'.
Then we see him partying it up openly, publicly, at a concert for his dear friend Da Zhangwei. Not even wearing a mask, so everyone is free to fully identify and photograph him.
It seems to me that DD is sending a pretty clear message:
I'm not dating an actress, I'm with GG
I don't need to disguise myself as a woman to go see a concert
And this is exactly what happened last time these kinds of inflammatory rumors were circulating about him with that same actress. People were claiming that the actress was wearing the same bone necklace as him (with a blurry photo where the necklace couldn't even be seen), so GG released footage wearing a Gucci lion head necklace that DD had previously worn for a race.
GG and DD don't fuck around.
So while I'll tag this with my regular "the mysteries of yizhan" tag that I use for all candy/CPN, there really is no mystery here at all. DD is fed up with this bullshit and won't stand for it.
In fact I was just saying to a friend the other day that the biggest mystery I have about GGDD these days is, how do solos manage to remain solos? They have access to the same information we do. 😅
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Heyy I had this idea for a Jax x Reader one-shot and I absolutely need it written out (Apologizes if that sounded bossy lol)
Essentially late at night in the Circus and the reader can’t sleep because of a spider in their room so they goes into Jax’s to sleep with him instead. Being the guy he is, he teases her for being scared of the spider. After some conversation he asks them to show him it. At that point it’s revealed that Jax actually planted the spider there to mess with them lol
Arachnid.
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Summary: Reader trys to go to sleep, but unfortunately cannot due to the massive eight legged creature on their wall. They go to jax, cuz he's tall (and also a comfort source) to get it down. Afffter that him being jax he messes with them and then they find out he put it there!!
A/n : no no no no, that's completely okay, I love hearing your requests and stuff,(I NEED IDEAS PLS) don't worry about being too bossy 😭
Warnings: Jax being jax, andff spiders!
Side note: I'M RUNNIN OUT OF JAX GIFS PLEASE HELP , and here's the spider were using for reference!!! TRIGGER WARNING, PHOTO OFA SPIDEF
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Just like... Picture it bigger ykwim?
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You got into the cosy area of your bed, smiling as your head hit the pillow. You sighed, fully adjusting untill you hear small tapping above your head, you opened your eyes softly, looking up to see a small spider on the wall above your head. You shreaked, covering your mouth and crawling to the other side of the bed slowly. You gasped into your hands, and you stared. It stared back. You got up, maintaining eye contact as you left your room, running over to the purple rabbit.. Bunny? You shook your head, now's not the time.
Quickly, you knocked on his door. He didn't answer the first time, so you knocked again. And again. Aaand agai-
He slammed the door open, rubbing his eyes as he did. He placed a hand on his hip, the other one on the door. "Jax. Jax there is a MASSIVE spider in my room and i-" you were freaking out, hands shaking.
He interrupted you. "You woke me up at, what, 3 am for a SPIDER? are you SERIOUS??" he whisper yelled at you, he really regretted doing this stupid thing now. You nodded quickly with the most serious look on your face. "Can- can I just sleep with you? Please?" THAT was enough to make him laugh. He chuckled softly, "If it gets you off my back, I'll kill the thing and you can sleep in my room tonight. Deal?" and started walking down the hallway with you. You smiled softly, glad that that... Thing would be off your walls.
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You stared, eyes wide and mouth agape as he just... Picked the thing up. Not a care in the world about how it could bite him. You frowned. "How are you so calm right now?!" You whisper yelled. He shrugged. "Unlike soome people I can actually handle a few of these guys. Say, do you think it had baby's?" He said, so nonchalantly that it genuinely scared you. You let out a little 'eep!' As he brought his arm (with the spider STILL IN IT) towards you, he laughed when you practically launched yourself across the room.
You stared at him for a moment, very intensly untill you realized. "JAX OH MY GOD YOU [BLEEP]LE!" You screatchd at him, and he laughed even harder, setting the spider down outside of your room. You were panting, attempting to calm yourself down, which was not working by the way! He walked back in, standing by your doorframe and sighed, staring at your shaking form. He rolled his eyes and started to walk down the hallway past your room.
"Alright, Alright pack it up Worrywart. You coming or not?" He asked, peaking his head back into your room before fully walking out. You quickly ran out behind him, no way you were sleeping in here after that! What if it.. What if it actually did have baby's?
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Bonus: You smiled softly, content in jax's arms. He wasn't used to the cuddling, or whatever but did he enjoy it? Yes. Yes he did, and there was no doubt about that. He sighed as you snuggled into him further. You closed your eyes fully, finally relaxing and not worrying about.. Little demons with eight legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you drifted off, thinking about whatever adventure you would have to endure tomorrow.
A/n : YIPPELELELE FINNALLLYY DINENENEEE!!!!!
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How much does a bite hurt? From like, a corn snake or a king snake or a rat snake? (I'm not personally interested in ball pythons). Honestly I can learn to get over the feeding frozen/thawed rodents, it's the fear of bites that really are keeping me from considering getting one. As far as hurt goes, I guess I mean the initial bite measured separately from any prolonged effects. If it helps, my pain tolerance is considerably Low.
Unless you have, like, a super low pain tolerance, it shouldn't be a problem. If you've ever been bitten by a kitten or puppy, that's like a thousand times worse than a snake bite.
Older snakes can hurt more (bigger teeth obviously), and depending on the area they get you it can be a bit more painful, but really I've never had many snake bites that rate above like a one on any pain scale. For young colubrids like kings and corns, they're very very unlikely to even be able to break the skin. As an example, one of my kingsnakes, Viago, is like a year and a half old, bites me literally every time I pick him up (he's got an amazing food response), and he's broken skin like. twice. ever. Young colubrids honestly feel like velcro!
Constrictor bites can have a bit more oomph but even they are usually nothing. Adult ball python bites might smart a bit if they get you in a bad place and try to hang on, but they usually let go right away and I don't think they're much to write home about.
The worst thing about snake bites is that they can take you by surprise because snakes can be quick. For mistaken feeding bites, though, you'll usually be able to have time to think "aw man are you about to bite me" before they do, so they're less surprising. Once you're bitten by a snake for the first time, you'll wonder why you were ever worried about it!
Pictures of snake bites to help you see just how mild they usually are below the cut. Warning for very small amounts of blood. :)
Adult cornsnakes:
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10-foot boa constrictor, just to prove how mild pretty much all snake bites are:
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Shades of Another World
Based on the art by @catyypss
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Levi has a way with colors and paints that is unlike anything Hange has ever seen before. The moment he sets up his canvas and arranges his equipment, she knows that he’s just a paintbrush’s stroke away from capturing the whole universe and translating it on his canvas in streaks and splashes of color. 
It’s beautiful to watch, and she feels quite privileged to be able to see him paint. Best friend or not, Levi has always been secretive about his art. He stores his pieces in his workroom, letting only a few of them be seen by anyone (Which kind of makes sense because they’re the reflection of his innermost self). And Hange’s sure that no one in the entire world has ever been allowed to watch Levi Ackerman paint. So it’s only natural to feel absolutely giddy and warm when Levi finally allows her to see him while he worked—but only after years of insistence. 
Hange Zoe marvels at her friend’s command over the shades of the world, the way his slender fingers move the brush, and guide the reds and blues and greens. At first it looks like haphazard colors strewn over the white surface, but then they take shape and arrange themselves, and Hange realizes that each stroke had a meaning, a purpose to the bigger picture, and how the absence of even a single speck would have diminished the final effect. 
She just sits in wonder as Levi leans back on his chair, wiping his hands on a piece of cloth. He has made a horse galloping in a field, with the wide sky spread above. Sunlight plays on its mane and flank, and shadows dance on its body in just the right places. The field is full of flowers, lifting their faces in the gold pouring from the sun above. 
It feels like the painting is breathing. 
She’s sure she can hear the grunts of the horse, and the telltale whistle of the breeze. 
‘You’re amazing Levi,’ she says a little breathlessly, turning to smile widely at him.
He just clicks his tongue and looks away. 
Hange giggles. When will that shorty learn to take a compliment? 
‘You know what?’ Hange leans her elbow on his desk. His eyes narrow suspiciously. ‘You should teach me how to paint this good.’
‘Fuck no,’ Levi glares. ‘I don’t teach. And especially not to morons like you.’ 
‘C’mon Levi,’ she whines. 
‘No. You’ll probably manage to break everything you touch.’
‘Hey! I’m not like that!’ she cries indignantly. ‘And besides, I do know some basics; I just need to get my hands settled on it. I know it’ll never be as good as you, but I want to learn. Pleeeease.’
She stares at him with wide pleading eyes. 
He folds his arms and glares at the window beside him. Hange pokes his shoulder hard with her finger and continues to do that repeatedly when he ignores her. 
‘C’mon you grump, don’t be selfish. Share your talents.’
He grabs her finger and glares at her as she pokes him again. Anyone else would’ve pissed themselves at his menacing expression but Hange just grins.
‘You’ll love it too! I promise it’ll be fun.’ 
He sighs and pushes her away.
‘Fine,’ he grumbles.
‘Yesss!’ She punches the air. 
*****
 
Levi has a shed in his backyard where he has set up his art studio. Next morning, Hange walks into it for the first time ever. It’s as neat as she expected, with paint tubes, canvases, sketch pads and so many other colorful things arranged in neat piles and labeled boxes in shelves. An easel and a comfortable chair are standing right next to the window, and a large work table is set beside it. A fair few of his paintings are hanging from the walls. 
Hange takes off her jacket and hangs it. Levi follows her in and closes the door behind them quietly.
‘So what will we start with?’ Hange exclaims, picking up a brush excitedly, hovering next to the canvas.
‘Not that,’ Levi pulls her by the arm towards the table. When they’re both seated, he passes her a blank sheet, a paintbrush and a tube of paint. ‘First I need to see how good you are at handling a brush. Start.’
Hange looks at him uncertainly, ‘Um, so what exactly should I do?’
‘Anything. I just need to see how you use a paintbrush.’
‘Okay . . .’
She begins with simple shapes and figures and he silently watches her work. In between he sometimes asks her to make something.
‘Your grip seems fine, on the whole,’ he says when she’s finished. ‘But there’s still a lot you need to work on.’
Hange nods eagerly.
Levi then proceeds to explain the basics of using a brush, different types of grips for various strokes, when to apply pressure and so on. Then he observes her as she follows it all and guides her in places she goes wrong. They sit there until the sun dips low in the sky and the shadows stretch out against the ground. By the time Hange gets up to leave, she’s dead tired but happy.
Their routine continues, and each day he takes her one step ahead, explaining the basics of color theory, shading and so much more. Hange finds out that she’s seen Levi talking more than she ever had, in those classes; he seems relaxed, in his element. And Hange likes to think that it’s because he’s sharing his favorite thing, a part of himself, with his closest friend (as she prefers to call herself). And of course the thought makes her pleased beyond measure.
 
 
It’s another one of those days; Levi and Hange are in his studio and outside the summer sun shines in all its glory. She’s working on a technique he showed her, blotting a paper with paint-soaked fingers, trying—and failing—to bring about the proper effect. Levi is sitting by a canvas, painting away. 
Hange drops her head on the table, and regards him over the rim of her glasses; sunlight dips over his face, slanting along his cheekbones. His brows are drawn in concentration, eyes following the constant sweep of his hand over the canvas. 
‘Levi.’
‘Hmm?’
‘What’s your favorite thing to paint?’
‘Are you done with that?’ he points at the sheet in front of her.
‘I can’t get it right, but tell me—’
‘Then finish it up.’
‘Levi,’ she complains. ‘It’s a harmless question, I’m not gonna do anything else until you answer me. What do you like to paint the most?’
He sighs and puts his brush down, then leans back on his chair, contemplating her words. Hange waits in the wake of his silence.
‘The sky,’ he says after a while. 
‘Why?’
‘Can’t you be satisfied with one answer?’ he grits out.
‘Not in my nature, shorty,’ she chuckles.
He picks up his brush and starts working again. She’s about to pester him further when he speaks softly.
‘It just . . . makes me feel free. The sky is unrestrained, limitless. I don’t know but, something about it just draws me in.’
Hange waits, knowing there’s more. She sees his fingers tighten around the brush, knuckles turning white. His next words come out fast and fumbling.
‘Every time I look up, I feel like I can breathe a little more easily—I'm so damn relieved that there’s—that there’s actually an open sky up there rather than—’
The brush slips from his finger as he stops short, eyes wide and staring into space.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ Hange gets up, rushing over to him. Levi blinks rapidly, shaking himself out of whatever is going on in his head. Hange puts a hand on his shoulder and he turns to her.
‘’M fine,’ he mutters, brushing her off. ‘How’s your progress?’ he gets up. 
‘I can’t get it right!’ Hange grouches. ‘Why do I need to paint with fingers in the first place?’
‘It’s important for some pieces. It also helps to bring out a texture that a brush can’t manage at times,’ he explains patiently. 
He dips his finger in some paint and shows her once more how to do it. They sit side by side and work on the sheet, and Levi corrects her wherever she goes wrong. But Hange has to admit that it's a boring practice and she’s seriously lacking some entertainment. So when Levi is focused on the sheet in front of them, she stealthily scoops up some red paint and smears it right on his cheek.
He freezes. 
Hange knows she has a literal second before he’s after her; she jumps out of her seat with a shriek before he can snatch her arm and bounds to the other side of the room. 
‘You. Are. So. Dead,’ he promises darkly and chases after her in a flash.
Hange sprints around the table, cackling like a madwoman, with Levi on the tail. In her chaotic scuffle she grabs onto the rest of that paint and as he gains on her, she splashes it squarely at him. With Levi dripping in red, Hange knows she’ll be dead for sure if he catches her now. She pelts out of the shed and into his backyard. Her howls of laughter echo in the silent afternoon and they both run in circles around the garden like some frisky children. 
When he almost catches her, she turns around abruptly and jumps on him, taking him by surprise as they both tumble to the ground. He’s pinned beneath her and scowling through the mess on his face. 
Everything is silent around them save for the chitter-chatter of birds and Hange’s giggles. Summer seems to be pouring on them lazily and she can see how his face shines in the warmth of the sun. She’s left him quite disheveled; he’s panting slightly; his shirt is stained and streaks of red are sliding down his forehead, cheeks and nose and—
Shrapnel is embedded in his face, blood trailing down his once flawless skin. He lays limp in her arms, dragging down her heart like an anchor to the bottom of the sea. Don’t die, her broken, wounded heart pleads, please don’t die. 
Hange’s laughter tapers off. She stares at him with wide eyes.
‘Oi,’ Levi is frowning, sensing her sudden rigidness. ‘Four-eyes.’
She shivers violently and Levi pushes her off him gently. She sits upon the grass as her head pounds and her vision swims. She sucks in heavy breaths feeling like her lungs are in a chokehold. With a long breath, she pulls herself together and looks around. Levi is nowhere and she’s sitting alone in the yard.
‘Levi!’ she shouts, irrational panic laces her voice. She stumbles to her feet, searching left and right. He was right there with her, where did he go? Where could he have—
‘Relax,’ his steady voice sounds from behind her. She whips around to see him coming out of the house, holding a glass of water in one hand and tissues in the other, with which he’s wiping his now wet and blood—paint-free face clean. Her anxiety diminishes a touch.
He hands her the water and she gulps it down shakily. The cool liquid soothes her throat and calms her jangled nerves. Levi is gazing at her apprehensively and she wants to tell him that she’s okay and it was probably just the heat, but the words are trapped in her throat and nonsensical thoughts are swirling in her head—thoughts that are screaming that he’s gonna slip out of her grasp and die any second if she doesn’t do anything right now because he’s bleeding and dying out in her arms and they’re surrounded and there’s no way out. 
‘Hange,’ she feels a cool hand on her arm, her gaze catches his, steel-blue irises watch her intensely. 
She raises her trembling fingers and softly brushes them against his cheek, pale and smooth, not cut up and bleeding. He’s still under her touch, his eyes searching. She lets her gaze flit across his features, trying to release her throat from that chokehold.
‘You’re not . . . hurt?’ her whisper is small.
He frowns and seizes her hand, squeezing her fingers firmly, ‘No four-eyes. I’m fine.’
‘But you were,’ she murmurs feverishly. ‘And I . . . I couldn’t—’ 
She drops her forehead on his shoulder and shudders ‘Don’t do anything so reckless again.’
She doesn’t know how long they stand there like that, but Levi doesn’t move and she just breathes. Maybe he thinks she’s finally gone mad, but he doesn't say anything, doesn't push her off. In truth, she can’t understand a thing herself, or the words she’s saying, but she knows that something made her feel like she was losing Levi. And the thought was terrifying. 
‘Let’s go inside, I’ll make lunch,’ he sounds indifferent as ever, but she can detect hints of worry in his voice. She presses his hand.
‘Okay.’
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Levi eventually gives her the spare keys so she can come to his studio and practice whenever she feels like. It’s helpful, because now she has pretty much mastered most of the things he taught her over the months and she sometimes feels the sudden urge to paint something that pops in her head, and rushes to his shed right that instant if she can. She’s still not perfect, and there are many things she struggles with, but she likes her progress.  
‘Leviii,’ Hange drawls, slumped over the chair by the window, pouting at her canvas. 
‘I can’t draw the sea foam.’
He sighs from the other end of the room where he’s arranging his new supplies, ‘Have you learnt nothing all these months?’ 
‘But it’s difficult. I can try but there’s only a sixty percent chance that I’ll get it right and I don’t wanna ruin this canvas.’
Previously she made two paintings on a canvas, only because she was confident that she’d get them right, and she’d practiced on a rough paper beforehand. One was a sunset, and the other was a sea port. Both of them are now hanging on the walls. The one she’s currently working on is of a raging sea and so far everything’s going good except for that damned sea foam. 
Levi approaches her, observing her work critically. She extends the paintbrush towards him and grins, ‘You’ll do it for me, right?’
‘No.’
‘But it’s just one tiny detail, nothing will happen if you help me out shorty!’
‘I’ll help out all right, but I won’t do it for you,’ he grumbles. 
And before she can protest, he moves at the back of her chair and clutches her hand from behind, leading it to the blue and gray strokes she has made. He positions her fingers in the right way, ‘You do it like this,’ he says softly. His breath tickles her neck and she suppresses a shiver. He’s close. Very close. 
He moves the brush lightly over the canvas and she sees the sea foam manifest before her eyes effortlessly. He guides her hand over the rest of the painting in the same way. His grip is warm and steady, whereas her own hands are trembling slightly. Hange is not averse to physical contact, especially with her friends. But Levi has never before initiated it first, and she tells herself that it’s the sole reason she feels shaken right now. 
‘You get it?’ his low voice spills over her ear. 
‘Y—yes,’ she manages, feeling breathless for reasons beyond her. 
‘Good,’ he pulls away slowly and she exhales. ‘Don’t mess it up again.’
She’s sure she wouldn’t. Not when the phantom touch of his fingers is still burning on her hand.
Hange wakes up to the morning light with a start, gasping for air. Her heart is racing in her chest and cold sweat slicks her face. She looks around and realizes that she’s at home, at her desk where she fell asleep last night. Files and documents are jumbled around her, and her muscles are sore from sleeping in an awkward position. She checks her phone; it’s eight in the morning and Sunday. 
She runs a hand over her eyes. There’s an odd restlessness in her heart, and she knows it’s got something to do with her dream. Its memory is hauntingly fresh in her mind, so much so that she can even feel all those sensations. Suddenly the room is too hot and stifling. She gets up, grabs her jacket and the spare keys Levi entrusted to her and rushes out.
His shed is empty at this hour, and she knows he won’t be surprised to see her when he’ll come in as he’s already used to finding her cooped up in there at odd hours. 
She grabs a palette, paints, brushes and fixes a suitable canvas on an easel. Then she perches on that chair beside the window and starts to work. Colors merge and dance over the blank surface, filling it with life. She works with focus this time, and yet her hands shake, but not due to nervousness. Maybe it’s anticipation, because surprisingly Hange doesn’t know herself what this will lead to. Her muscles seem to be obeying that hazy, murky part of her brain that’s ruled by the incoherent; the part that perhaps knows and remembers the dream she had today, much more vividly than her. 
Red, blue, yellow, gray. There’s a story in every stroke. She’s waiting. Waiting for it all to come together and assemble, and finally give her the answer she craves. Outside, the sun climbs higher and the day gets steadily brighter. Light streams in, shining curiously upon her as she works, unaware of the world.
When she finally concludes her painting with a last shade of swirling orange, she freezes. Everything is silent around her, sunbeams dip into the room, her heartbeats are loud in her ears. 
In her painting is a port, and giant skeletal creatures wrapped in raw muscles are marching over everything. She’s high up in the sky, zipping towards them in rage. Burning. Below, in the shadow of it all, small figures of people are rushing around a plane. 
Hange drops her brush and stares at the scene before her. She’s not sure why she made this, or what compelled her mind to come up with an image like that. She wants to brush it off as a spur-of-the-moment inspiration, but the fact remains that she wasn’t even aware of what she was drawing half the time. The image made itself. And then there’s this suffocating ache in her chest that she can’t define, it’s squeezing her in an iron grip. She leans back and throws an arm over her face, breathing deeply. 
The fire licks at her body and screams rip her throat. Pain beyond measure stabs her all over but she has to move forward, she has to finish them off, has to buy them time, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much she wants to live. She must sacrifice herself. 
The door opens. 
‘What’re you doing this time?’ Levi’s voice pulls her out of the drifting currents of her mind.
She looks up at him with tired eyes. How long had she been sitting there, working nonstop?
‘What’ve you made?’ he comes over to her, leaning over to look at her work. Hange watches him closely.
She hears his breath hitch, sees his eyes widen and expression morph into something unguarded and open. He gazes at the scene for a long moment without saying anything. Then he raises his hand and touches the painting, the part where she is drawn in an odd suit, wielding swords and engulfed in flames. The painting’s still wet and the reddish orange color of the fire stains his fingers. 
‘You . . .’ he looks back at her, and this time Hange can see something more in his expression: pain. ‘Why did you make this?’
‘I don’t know,’ she whispered. ‘It felt like my hands had a mind of their own. I couldn’t stop.’
He straightens and lets out a heavy breath. His eyes are weighed. He grabs her hand and leads her to a door at the corner of the shed that Levi never let her open before. They enter a small room which is full of paintings of different sizes—Levi’s art, she realizes. At one side, some of them are covered with a large white sheet. He yanks it away to reveal more pieces, only these are different from the others. 
As soon as Hange looks at them, the same restlessness she felt today crashes back into her heart. There’s something achingly familiar about those pictures. They show green fields, stables and dark, stone castles. They show people sitting around fires, but their faces are hazy, as if the moments were captured from wispy dreams. She does recognize some people though: a blur of color that resembles Levi, a similar one that could be her. She even spots Erwin’s indistinct form among many others. Then there are paintings with giant distorted creatures and people zipping through the sky.
She turns to Levi, ‘What is this?’ her voice begs for answers.    
‘I don’t know,’ he mirrors her words from earlier. 
It’s something for sure, they both feel it and she knows it’s important in some way. 
Levi seizes her arm suddenly; his brows are furrowed and his fingers are digging into her skin. 
‘You’re . . . here? Right?’ and the helpless look he gives her just confirms that he’s feeling exactly as she did that day when she splattered paint over him. He needs to know that she’s okay, and he’s not going to lose her. He needs her to destroy the images in his head that are probably playing a twisted scene of her death.  
Hange laces her fingers with his and presses reassuringly, ‘I’m right here shorty. And I’m not going anywhere,’ she promises. 
He nods, but maintains the death grip on her hand. They both walk out of his shed and Hange pushes all those tangled thoughts to the back of her mind. She’ll think about it later, talk to Levi and make something of this. But for now she has to assure him that she’s with him and they’re fine. They’re okay and they’re together and they’re alive.
And there’s nothing more she can ask for. 
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Another Analysis on Mizu×Akemi
(Because there can never be enough)
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l gotta admit it... the show was very ambiguous as to which character ends up with who and under what circumstances they're going to like each other. A lot of people see Taigen and Mizu because Mizu's sexuality, atleast in regards to liking men, is confirmed. She did feel attracted to her husband when she was married and she does associate some strong feelings with Taigen since she imagined that heated fight moment in the brothel when Kaji showed her the threesome. Then again... it's a threesome so there's allusion but no absolutes so far.
As for Mizu and Akemi, even if the two women could move in a romantic direction, they were too tied up in their own shit. Mizu was preoccupied with her revenge which is why she gave Akemi up in ep5 and Akemi couldn't see past her marriage with Taigen not because she thought he was a great guy but because he was the best option. He was close to home and not an entire brute as far as she knew. And then she didn't have a choice in marrying Taka either who turned out to be decent but no man warrants undying love just for being half human.
Needless to say, Akemi was dealing with her own shit. Mizu had Fowler to kill and there was little allusion to romance even if there are strong feelings between the two. Akemi, still, had to mean something for Mizu to flash back the first time their eyes met on the bridge when she was close to dead. As well as the addition of Akemi's knife to her blade. Likewise, Akemi claimed to have searched the onryo's eyes for love. But that's it as far as proof of feelings go. Nothing more Nothing less.
Coming to Mizu, even if her feelings were involved somewhere between Taigen and Akemi, she didn't didn't intervene in ep 8 and set the record straight by setting Akemi free, sending Taigen after her so they can be together and then leaving Ringo with Master Eiji. I was convinced that Akemi was gonna run into Taigen's arms after finding her newfound freedom but I was impressed when she chose greatness instead.
As for Mizu's revenge, she deliberately embarked to London alone. As far as she knows, everyone is better off without her but we see quite evidently that after Mizu's intervention nothing is going to be the same again. This doesn't show that she doesn't care, she does to the extent of resolving everything so they can be happy, but for the sake of her revenge, it is understood that Mizu doesn't want to get distracted from her focus or have a loved one get injured because of her path.
NOW... everything else is speculation. It's anyone's guess so I'll try my hand at it. I'm thinking of the bigger picture here and no revenge story ends in revenge right? It ends with love. And Mizu won't be paired up with a Londoner I'm sure, because her story has to wind back to Japan, where she started.
So who could she end up with? Ringo is her best friend and confidante but the writing focuses greatly on their platonic bond. There is allusion to more with Taigen, who is her childhood bully turned blood brother granted he's not major of a character, the writers downplayed him themselves by not giving him that intense of a character arc like Akemi or a whole change of absolute resolve for revenge unlike Mizu.
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Writingwise, Taigen was always kinda straddling the line of liking Akemi but really not, wanting to kill Mizu but really not, wanting honour but really not, wanting happiness but really not. His end wasn't concluded beyond him getting rejected by Akemi and his and Mizu's future was not remotely indicated. If he was on the ship with her, the writers would've shown us but he's suspended midair for the time being.
If Mizu is to have a high stake romance, it... has to be with Akemi... don't you think? Taigen never posed any real threat to Mizu, he can't outclass or outsmart her, they have great camaraderie and that's when he finally decided to treat her decently and going beyond to show loyalty, trust and support for what she does. There wasn't heavy ground for him to dislike her initially either, outside of his own arrogance. It wasn't a big change of character on his part to like Mizu since he's never had sincere grounds for hating her in the first place.
Even if Taigen improves his character in the following season, I can't see Mizu and Taigen being balanced and opposed enough for the two to willingly choose the other against the odds as opposed to falling in love due to convenient proximity. Taigen, I'm sorry to say, seems to blow with the wind and doesn't have much determination for pursuits as far as the writing goes. Pairing that with Mizu's iron will creates dissonance. If Mizu chooses love, it would be against the ODDS of all her other pursuits.
Her rage. Her revenge. Her agony.
And that, I only see matched in Akemi.
Only Akemi could go against her grain as much as Mizu to actually fall in love.
Akemi isn't in love with the Shogun's son, but has accepted him as a means to her pursuit for greatness for the purpose of which Takayoshi is a decent man who is likely to not try and subdue her. I'd go so far to say Akemi has rejected love as a means to survive and is bent on acquiring power to ensure her success so that no harm comes her way because. Just like Mizu, she once fought for love only to get betrayed by it.
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Seki brought the Shogun's proposal to Daichi because he'd decided on Akemi's behalf that "Im only doing what's right for you." Taigen put his honour above ensuring that Akemi is not displaced in his absence, Akemi's father had all intentions of carting her off as a commodity to the Shogun's for his own political schemes, telling her that she's "not the hero of his family." And Mizu... also doomed Akemi in the hubris of thinking "She's better off."
In Kaji's words- "You stood by as the guards dragged her away screaming." Akemi doesn't see Mizu as trustworthy anymore, any overture for friendship or romance will take a lot from her end because from Akemi's perspective, she rode back captive on horseback with strange men, coming to terms with that fact that her agency will now be ripped away, her teeth blackened as an accessory to visually appeal to her new family and she'll be forced into her new husband's quarters to commit her "wifely duties." Takayoshi not being a brute was an exeption to the rule and for which Akemi is greatly lucky which makes sense why she's decided to stick by her new means and to work within them.
Circling back to stories... just as all revenge stories end with the prevalence of love so do all stories of greatness. Akemi and Mizu both deserve to be loved and it is evident because that's all they wanted initially. A simple house on the edge of nowhere, a life unremarkable and staid. Filled only by love and the company of two. For both Mizu and Akemi, this dream of love only brought crushing pain, it cemented them into paths where they want anything but love. Mizu in her descent for revenge and Akemi on her ascent to power. Their middle ground is love which they will have to fight towards if they ever decide to meet halfway but god... it would be a glorious fight.
In a future season... if a certain someone... fell in love enough to give up... power... and a certain someone fell in love enough to give up revenge. If the red eyed princess... decided to run away with the blue eyed samurai... in that, I will find peace...
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sierraissleepy · 2 months
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What Do You Need To Let Go Of?
Hello !! I am Sierra an intuitive tarot reader. I hope you enjoy this reading and gain some insight from it. Please remember that YOU are the master of your destiny and have the power to change and overcome any obstacles in your way. If the reading resonated and you would like a private reading please message me !!
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Pile 1
King of Pentacles (r), The Hierophant (r), The Moon
Pile 1, you like to look at the bigger picture and see how things look in broader, general terms. But this could be preventing you from seeing the smaller victories in your life. Spirit calls you to leave some stones unturned and enjoy the journey. With the Hierophant in reverse, you might feel stuck in pursuing a traditional path, try and let go of this expectation. With two major arcana cards here, I feel like something major wants to come through but requires you to just live in the smaller moments and try and take life at a slower pace. This may seem antithetical but slowing down and appreciating the small things, or stepping out of routine could help speed up your manifestations !! That will help you step into the abundance of the King of Pentacles.
With the moon, the sense that you need to let go and let the universe do its thing is really strong. Some things you just don't need to know.
If ur anything like me this can be really frustrating because I just really want to know and be in control so letting go seems so hard.
Advice:
ask spirit for help -- i just got on my knees and surrendered my desires, maybe you can try something similar if you feel called to
Be spontaneous -- I did this today and just explored my city after my lecture, it is sooo unlike me to be spontaneous but it was so fun !!
Other messages/ confirmation:
citrine crystals, sunny skies, Pisces, INFJ or INTP personality types, summer, Tokyo, lemons
Song:
I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) By Fall Out Boy
Thank you, Pile 1. Please take whatever resonated and leave what did not. Message me for private readings !!
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Pile 2
8 of pentacles, 9 of Cups, 9 of Swords (r)
Pile 2, you are working towards building your self-concept with this 9 of Cups. But with the 9 of Swords, I can sense that it may be bringing on more insecurity than positivity. My face got really flushed all of a sudden so I think it could be making you feel kind of out of place or shy because you want to stand out and be a badass but you are finding it to be outside of your nature.
Pile 2 Spirit wants to tell you to be that badass !!! You might find it hard but I think you are going to find that nobody is judging you and that you are in a safe place to explore who you are and what style you want to adopt. Also, being basic is not a bad thing. You do not need to conform to trends to be perceived as a badass/ queen/ whatever term makes you feel confident. Also, do not conform to whatever people or society tell you is right. On days you want to be more revealing, do it and if not then don't. You will rock it either way
The 8 of Pentacles is telling me that you just need to let go of the need to be instantly good at something. This could be school work, a skill or even finding your sense of style. Take your time to explore and work at it.
Being patient and kind to yourself will help with the insecurity and anxiety you may be feeling.
This was lots of advice, so I will skip to additional messages:
red cheeks, amethyst, poodles, bows, Pinterest, Scorpio
Songs:
Lady Gaga - Free Woman (Rina Sawayama & Clarence Clarity Remix) & Celebrity Skin by Hole
Thank you, Pile 2. Please take whatever resonated and leave what did not. Message me for private readings !!
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Pile 3
4 of pentacles (r), ace of cups (r), 8 of wands
Pile 3, why are you so scared? What is the worst that can happen?
I feel like I need to reassure you that everything will be okay. I sense a new beginning or a desire for one. Maybe you want a fresh start or are being thrust into something new that you didn't want. I sense a great fear and a clutching of the past. This could be deliberate or not. Either way, let go !! The fear is in your mind, it is an illusion. What you want or what you are getting may not happen how you envisioned, with the reversal of the ace of cups but that is not a bad thing. The universe knows better and will lead you to your best path. Once you release your fear, things will start happening and you are going to be so blessed !!
This group does not struggle with letting go so much as fearing what is coming. Some advice is to explore the feeling. If you can't journal, just speak to yourself or whatever comes naturally. Explore the fear and try to find its roots. This may take some time but stick with it.
That is the main thing you need to let go of honestly. I don't see too many blockages here. Go you !!
Other messages/ confirmation: (these are cloud readings, I felt called to read the clouds,, this may mean something to you or Spirit could encourage you to do the same !!)
dog chasing a ball, scurrying rats, guinea pig sleeping, goldfish, dolphin
-> not sure why they are ALL animals, but pets or animals could be significant to you
Song:
Linger by The Cranberries
Thank you, Pile 3. Please take whatever resonated and leave what did not. Message me for private readings !!
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fanfics-posts · 3 months
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I’m going to tell you all a story and hope that it might reach the right eyes. Being off Tumblr for a while pushed me onto Twitter and I simply can’t stop myself speaking out about the bullying that goes on there, and a lot of it from my own fanbase.
Warning: it’s not a particularly nice story and discusses the aftermath of bullying so please don’t read if it’s triggering for you.
A few years back when Snapchat was heavily used, a girl in my year at school was obsessed with a famous singer (you can guess who). She would constantly put pictures and videos on her Snapchat of the singers latest pap pictures, she would post things about him that it would take five minutes to disprove, and she would talk about him like she actually knew him (she once pretended she did). Her best friend would tell the popular group about it in an attempt to find some kind of common ground.
Anyway… a couple of the girls in the bitchy group in our year asked for her Snapchat, pretending to want to be her friend. They would lurk there, watching her stories and screenshotting them to send them around the year. They actually laughed that her snap score was less than 10, meaning it was very unlikely she actually had friends to talk to on there.
Other schools found out, and before we knew it, this girl was known as the local freak. Screenshots were being sent around groupchats, people were making comments about her whenever they could, and she was subjected to some of the worst online bullying I have ever witnessed.
A few of us didn’t see the point in the bullying. To us, she wasn’t doing any harm to anyone by simply having a hero. Our problem was, we knew if we spoke out we might’ve ended up being classed as the same as her.*
After almost two years of relentless bullying, she was diagnosed with cancer and passed away within six weeks. Our school asked us all to attend the funeral and when we did, we discovered that she was being raised by her aunt because her father had passed away and her mother was an alcoholic.
Being obsessed with that singer was the only thing she had and in the last few years of her life bullies stripped the enjoyment out of that for her.
I think about her often. I wonder if I had said something would it have made a difference. If I’d called the bullies out instead of just sitting back and thinking to myself that it was wrong could I have stopped them? I think about the feeling she must’ve felt when she saw another person making fun of her online.
Mostly, I think of the speech her aunt gave at the funeral. She didn’t directly mention the bullying, although I’m sure she knew it was happening, but she did say, “the only part that makes this easier is knowing you were relieved when they told you it wasn’t curable.”
I think about that one sentence every day of my life.
To the people who are using woso as a disguise for your own inability to be anything but a bully, shame on you.
These players fought their entire careers to finally be recognised as something other than Sunday league football players and you are turning that recognition into something negative.
What other people do doesn’t impact you. Not one bit. Sure, sometimes I roll my eyes when I see a post, but who actually cares? Apart from your little group of followers who use your page as somewhere to bully, who cares? Do you think Putellas or Williamson or Mead or Popp or James or Kerr or anyone, read your tweets and think “that’s the kind of fan I want” because they don’t.
You’re insulting their intelligence to assume that they weren’t switched on enough to know that when they became bigger, they would have the positives and the negatives of fame. That’s why slow growth and investment were so crucial before the Euros, clubs and national teams knew they had to have things in place to help players deal with the fame that was long overdue: media training, psychology experts, and exposure to press.
There are so many issues you could be vocal about in woso. Pay, access to facilities, scheduling, countries where women’s footballers are still being subjected to coercive control, abuse, and being unpaid for their contribution to their country. Your platform could be used to educate people on these issues, but instead you would rather use it to show a couple of hundred people a screenshot of someone you have decided should become a target.
Just don’t bully, for goodness sake.
*In an attempt to not be classed the same as her, we sat back while she lived through hell in what we didn’t know were the final two years of her life. She never once disrespected the people bullying her, and now that I’m older I realise that I’d do anything to go back and be classed the same as her because to be a good person is so much better than to be someone who facilitates a bully.
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swordcreature · 3 months
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How about HCs about how would dammon rolan and (if you write for her) alfira feel/react to about a shy but beautifully stoic tav of a few words that needs alittle time to open up to people that they cant help fall in love with ❤️
*writes a short little series of drabbles in response to this ask*
*goes back and rereads the actual ask*
*realizes it says HCs*
welp it was nice knowing you all i'm going to fling myself into the sun now!!!
these are basically more nuanced HCs if you squint right? RIGHT??
anon i am sorry i missed that part hopefully you like these as they are
also i actually had a lot more fun writing Alfira than i though i would (though i don't know how much i can write for her in the future because her and Lakrissa are actually wives and will be together 4ever hehe, how could i break that up?!?!)
anywho ty for the request ily very much *smooch*
Dammon, Rolan, & Alfira - Stoic Tav
How the tieflings fall for a Tav of very little words
Dammon: 
Dammon loves people. Despite being introverted it’s one of his favorite things about working as a smith: getting to meet others he would never get to meet any way else, working with people who he’d probably never speak to otherwise. So, at first his infatuation with Tav is an extension of that. They’re silent, but not awkwardly so. They’re easygoing but not boring.  In short, he’s perplexed by them.   They are a mystery to him and the part of him that’s a problem solver is intrigued. So Dammon tries to learn more. He asks questions when they’re around, innocuous and simple questions to break the ice, to hopefully get them to open up.  Every answer Tav gives him, no matter how small, is like a log tossed into a fire, fueling his desire to know more about them. He never presses though. He takes his time, advancing when they are willing to give and falling back when they show hesitance.   Somewhere along the way something changes, and Dammon is no longer unraveling Tav to solve their mysteries. Instead, he’s unraveling them to see what lay underneath because he likes what he’s seen so far. He likes Tav.   No. He’s falling for Tav. The quiet comfort they offer him as they sit around the forge, the sweet, shy smiles they hide when he says something stupid but funny, the way they carry themself with a silent confidence unlike anyone he has ever known before.   It’s all the little things he’s come to notice during his time figuring Tav out. But it’s also the trust they put in him, opening up little by little until Dammon could see their bigger picture. He can’t help but to fall hard.  
Rolan: 
Tav is a frustrating conundrum if you ask Rolan. Annoyingly heroic and unabashedly good, but still somehow blissfully quiet. Rolan was used to the boisterous hero type, the kind with a cringe worthy moniker, boasting about their brave adventures over the fire and a tankard of ale.   But Tav... Tav is silent. Almost to a fault. Rolan could probably count on one hand the number of words Tav has spoken to him, which somehow makes him even more vexed.  Surely it couldn’t hurt them to accept his apologies with warm regards. They never do, instead only offering a simple nod and a smile.  And even after Lorroakan is dead and Ramazith’s tower is left to Rolan’s whim, Tav hardly says a word. It’s only when he thanks them for what seems like the millionth time in just a few tendays, asking them why they’re just leaving the tower in his hands, that they speak – saying something that catches him off guard completely.   “There’s no one better fit to run this place than you.”  And suddenly Rolan is the one without words. Something in him changes like a switch being flipped. He stops talking so much and actually listens. What he hears makes him realize what he’s been missing out on all along.   It isn’t that Tav is quiet. No, Rolan just hasn’t been observant. He sees quickly that Tav doesn’t talk with their words, but with their actions; fighting for those they care for, standing up for what they believe in.  And through those actions Tav is very loud. They’ve bled for Rolan, risked themself for his family. He feels stupid, blinded by his own struggles to see what was in front of him.   After that he spends a lot of time around Tav with his mouth shut and his eyes open. And eventually Tav starts to talk with words too. 
Alfira: 
Lihala’s voice would always fill Alfira’s mind in times when words seemed to fail her. Her teacher was better with words than she, more adept at weaving together prose that would bring even the most hardened warriors to their knees. She envied that about her.  Still, compared to Tav, Alfira was a bloody lyrical genius.   Not that Alfira minded at all – in fact the opposite was true, she found Tav’s lack of verbosity to be endearing. They listened better than anyone she had ever met – something very important to a bard like Alfira – and they were extremely receptive to her work. At least from what she could read on their face.  Sometimes though, in the strangest ways, Alfira would see Lihala in Tav. The way unbridled emotions flit across their face when they were comfortable, the way they chose every word they did speak with the utmost care. For the quietest person she knew, they had a way of making a big impact.   Of course, they weren’t always so completely stoic. The more and more Alfira saw of Tav the more they’d dare to speak, slowly sharing themself. Those times were Alfira’s favorite.   They reminded her of the first time she had heard a bard play in the town square of Elturel. She was so enraptured by the thrum of the music as it filled the cobblestone streets that she barely said a word.  In those moments, she knew what it felt like to be Tav. To not need words to experience the world. To listen rather be heard. A novel concept for someone like Alfira, to be sure, but one so utterly wonderful she appreciated it all the same.   She thought about her past with Lihala often, about how loud and discordant the world was without her sweet poetry in it. But then she would think of her future, of Tav, and about how harmonious the world could sound if she just stopped and listened. 
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What aspects of the show did you enjoy?
I mostly enjoyed those aspects that weren't in the game, and I truly appreciate them.
1.) It'd be Anna and some backstory about Ellie's mom. We don't know much about her in the game. Ellie says a few sentences about her mom to Joel at the beginning of the game, and then in Left Behind, we have the option to make Ellie ask Riley about her mom. Anna giving birth to Ellie was so important to me. Especially when Ashley Jonshon was the one who portrayed her. Ellie giving birth to a new Ellie—how beautifully poetic.
2.) Joel talking with Ellie about how he wanted to end his life. Again, we only get to hear Joel mention it in a casual, missable conversation between him and Ellie. In the show, though, we get to hear him talk about his feelings; he goes into some detail, and he admits his weakness. That was fucking beautiful. And when he looks at Ellie and says, "It wasn't time that did it." it must be the best line of Joel of all time. My heart blossoms at those words.
3.) The basement scene with Ellie and Joel? Okay, this scene is flawless in the game, but the way show Ellie and Joel intertwine their fingers and he looks at her? Like, 'Thank you, thank you for staying.' I swear, I can't. This is just too much. Not even speaking of the scene where she lays her head on Joel's chest and he tilts his head toward her to let her know he appreciates her, even though he can't really move and speak. This is soul-crushing.
4.) The whole Left Behind episode, because it gave us a much bigger look into what it was like for Ellie at FEDRA. In the game/comic, there's just enough information to gather that she was a loner, fighting with her peers, mostly just staying behind before befriending Riley. But we get to see more of this in the show, and what I like is that they put it all in one episode.
5.) Joel having flashbacks of Sarah. I think it was important to show the softest part of him. Joel, remembering Sarah, seeing her in toher people. We're not used to this from the game because game Joel has been portrayed like a man who doesn't show his emotion (until the end of the game). So I definitely loved this part. It made Joel more human.
6.) Joel telling Ellie that Sarah would've liked her because she's funny. That was like the sweetest highlight of the most heartbreaking episode. Joel in the game mentioned Sarah in front of Ellie too, but not in this way, and I feel like crying.
7.) Ellie and Joel camping and eating together. We never got them like this in the game. There's only one picture of them sitting by the bonfire, laughing. But can you imagine having this moment in the cutscenes? Oh, man.
8.) Ellie gorging herself when coming to Jackson and spotting Dina. This moment would be so precious in the game because game Ellie has always been nice to people she meets (unlike show Ellie who has always been more 'coarse'). So this moment would have probably happened on a different note, and it would be so lovely.
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