#but I WAS very proud of stan

[kedreeva]

Lost count of how many times I've been told that peafowl don't eat/don't like fish. oh yeah? Tell that to the all-out warfare that breaks out when I bring home feeder fish.

I asked the guy at Petsmart today to grab the biggest fish in the feeder tank, since I saw some real chonkers in there somehow. I wasn't sure the peafowl would go for it, they usually get small ones, but I figured what the hell. I'll get a few, see how it goes. How it went was the fish were too big to be snatched and eaten in one motion, so there was screaming and running away with their prizes and fish being stolen from one beak by another and straight up warfare among babies who have no manners being defended by their moms who have no shame. Aris, who initially turned her nose up at fish, stealing them from her own children as well as from her wife, who was trying to call the babies over to get the fish she found for them, because Aris wanted them so badly, herself.

I can freely admit that it took a couple of tries to get them to try it out, and I had to use the darker grey/black normal "fish colored" fish to start with, and the barn pen birds still aren't sure about it, but it ALWAYS takes a time or two of offering a treat before the peafowl will try something new, and there's always some birds that don't like certain foods. But they are criminally social birds, they are puffin-level social birds, if one bird tries a treat and approves of it, the rest will start agreeing it's a Good Food even if they previously refused to eat it or touch it at all. If the first bird to the treat starts shaking their head and acting like it's bad, they'll all start doing that, usually without even trying it themselves, even if it's something they previously liked. So the trick is just repeatedly offering it until someone goes oh wait, this is delicious, and going from there.

#peafowl #my pets #aris #arcana #I wish I had video of Indie trying to catch the fish midair in the bowl #he was SO BAD AT IT #but I WAS very proud of stan #who is blind in one eye and barely stable on his feet #for defending his fish that I tossed to him #and actually managing to eat it #animal death for ts

[iangallagherisadeadman]

this velvet glove by red hot chili peppers (californication, 1999)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you @fionnagallagher and @shamelesscreencaps for the screencaps ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#THE gallavich song to me #“long to be with someone to tell 'i love your smell'” oh fuck off! #too long to make an edit (not that i know how to do it) had to be this way #also there's parallels and i loved them very much #anyway stan gallavich stan rhcp stream californication #shameless #shameless us #shamelessedit #gallavich #gallavichedit #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #red hot chili peppers #og. #fav #cause I'm really proud of it actually #s7

[kreepykulture]

my aerith gainsborough cosplay 💕🎀 handmade by me

#I have a bow in but you can’t see it :( #aerith #aerith gainsborough #ff7 remake #ff7 #ffvii #square enix #me in cosplay #cosplay #cosplay girls #femcel #me #selfie #final fantasy #FF7R #clerith #yes im a clerith stan let me LIVE #im still very proud of the jacket it was so complicated to make #I have to fix some buttons and remake my hair bow though #cosplayer #handmade #sewing #best girl btw

[buildarocketboys]

(Putting the Hellboys together so they fit on the poll. This is just including the movies he's been at least both writer and director for according to Wikipedia.)

#guillermo del toro #pan's labyrinth #the shape of water #crimson peak #Pinocchio #Pacific Rim #hellboy #nightmare alley #cronos #mimic #the devil's backbone #have literally watched all of these except Mimic now I'm very proud #certified GDT stan #braced for a pacific rim sweep even tho it's probably my least favourite but I know tumblr loves it #(which is fair I just didn't vibe with it. need to rewatch it tho maybe so I can judge fairly)

[whumble-beeee]

Tortured? I Was Tortured Once.

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 5

Content: disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, past captivity references, torture, threats, begging, blood

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Except from: The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for villains and bounty-hunters

[{When hero-keeping in the short term}... it's imperative to do everything in your power to keep your identity a secret; wear a mask to hide your face, cover as much of your body as possible to minimize the amount of prints, hair, or other forms of DNA/evidence you could leave behind at the scene. Use a voice modulator, and if you can help it, don’t even be in the same room with the hero when they are conscious. Most importantly, do not tell the hero any identifying details about yourself, your loved ones, or your past.

This is solely to protect you, the dastardly villain! Should the hero ever escape or decide to take revenge (not that a hero would ever dare, as long as you follow the instructions in this guide!), you want to make it nigh impossible to find you and hurt you, lest they turn you into their captured villain!]

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“Alright!” Deeby clapped his hands together, chipper than ever. “So, back when I was in the early days of my job, I sometimes made some… questionable choices. Dangerous ones. Not that what I do isn’t dangerous, I can handle the dangers of the job. I mean I fucked with the wrong people. Powerful people. Not in the sense of… y’know, what you have. Super-powers. I mean like they were like a crime lord or CEO, lotta money, lotta power… God, I was a fucking idiot. But hey, live and learn, right?”

He brushed at Stan’s cheek to ease his attention up and away from the floor, where it had been firmly located since the start of the monologue. Stan just leaned away slightly and tried not to let his burning eyes brim over into tears. “I’m still here, right? Still kicking, so I must have done something right.”

“Unfortunately…” Stan mumbled.

“Repite?”

“Nothing.”

Deeby tilted his head matter-of-factly. “Look, if you’re gonna be defiant, at least do it loud and proud, bud.” He ruffled Stan’s hair much too aggressively for Stan’s liking.

“Might actually respect you if you did that. Anyway, I’m sure you can figure out what basically happened after that; I got hired to rough up some asshole’s waste-of-space trust fund kid, gave him back with a couple bones broken and a couple extra bullet holes, but he was fine, then daddy got mad and managed to find me somehow, and here’s where it gets really interesting, bud. You wanna know what this chain’s for?”

He reached up and jangled the metal loops reaching down from the ceiling, and the chain shifted just enough to barely nudge into Stan and nearly send him careening backward again from fear.

“Uh…” He’d been doing his damndest to ignore the mercenary and retreat into himself, and was actually half succeeding right up until the required audience participation. The question just served to jarringly rip him back headfirst into the painful and hopeless despair of the present situation. “Not–... Not really…”

“Sucks to be you then, I guess. So I get knocked out and kidnapped, and I wake up in this, like, fucked up white-tiled torture room with like a drain in the floor and suspicious cabinets and all that, and then I'm strung up in the center of the room–...”

He grabbed Stan's arms and wrenched them up all the way above his head, so his wrists were together in Deeby's hands and held flush with the chain. Then he pulled up even more. Stan squeaked and briefly struggled to tug away, but quickly fell into pliable stiffness under the mercenary’s warning stare. So instead, he stretched as tall as he could, shoulders pressing the sides of the collar into his neck to try and relieve the tension. It didn't really work.

“...–Like this. So I was literally hanging from the ceiling from my wrists, feet barely even touching the ground, cuffs grinding into my wrists so bad they were already bleeding when I woke up, it hurt like shit. Hold your arms up there, would ya bud?”

Deeby let go of Stan's wrists and he immediately pulled them back into his sides. No way he was holding himself in a torture position. No way.

That was until the mercenary regrabbed his wrists and slammed them back up into the chain, leaning down slightly and getting way too close to Stan’s face. He could feel the body heat radiating off the man.

Stan leaned away as much as he physically could, which wasn’t much with his arms holding him excruciatingly erect.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves,” Deeby growled, not a trace of his usual smile highlighting his fiery eyes. “Hold the position or I’ll lock your handcuffs up there just like they did to me and we can roleplay it exactly as it played out. You wanna do that instead?”

Stan managed a minuscule shake of the head. He was sure he’d be able to feel the bounty hunter’s breath on his face if it weren’t for the mask.

“Speak up, runt.”

“G-got it,” Stan breathed.

Deeby more tentatively let go of Stan's wrists this time, an unnecessary precaution, since Stan grasped the chain and held onto it for dear life so as not to anger him further.

This isn't so bad. He lied to himself, Deeby mercifully backing up to more than inches away from his face. At least there aren't any flashbacks now. Just have to hold the chain.

“Yeah, just like that. Perfect.”

He held up his fingers to create a fake camera frame around Stan. As if he knew exactly what picture he wanted to paint with Stan's body.

“So I woke up like that, hanging by the wrists, and of course I recognized the guy because I do my research, y'know? So I woke up and I already knew exactly what was happening. He tried to monologue at me, I bantered back, the guy was getting all pissy because I guess I was too smug or whatever. And… well, I forgot to say, when I woke up, they'd taken off my shirt–”

Deeby started to twiddle at the top button on Stan's button-down and, with an amount of force that surprised the both of them, Stan slapped his hand away and nearly toppled to the ground jumping backward.

“Don't touch my shirt!” he yelped. He tripped over the chain that anchored him to the corner sending spirals of agony out from his knee again before he stabilized himself and stared at the mercenary in abject terror.

Deeby stared back in disbelief. Then a flash of danger, a slight tilt of the chin, furrowing of the eyebrows, a tensing of the shoulders.

“You… really don't know when to quit. Do you?” he growled.

Stan took another small limp back. “I–”

“I'm not gonna take your shirt off.” Stan barely withheld the primal urge to fully turn around and run when the mercenary surged forward, grabbed Stan by the chain of the handcuffs, and yanked him forward. The southern twang rang so hopelessly clear through his wrathful voice. “I am many unsavory things, but a perv ain't fuckin’ one of 'em. Get back over here and stay before I kick your ass again.”

Then once again, Stan found himself with his arms pinned above his head and flush against the chain. Though this time, the mercenary clamped his hand over Stan's own, pressed them in so hard that Stan's fingers smushed painfully between the chain links. He didn’t even try to struggle. Just tried to shrink away from his towering presence and keep his eyes on the floor. Not let Deeby see the redness of his eyes that threatened tears.

“So, Stan, whaddya think they did to me next?” Deeby questioned, humor all but gone from his voice. “Strung up, shirt off, completely helpless and at their mercy. What would you do if you were a sick sonofabitch getting revenge on the person who tortured your son?”

Stan stared off to the side. “I… I don't…–”

“Oh come on, bud, you must have some sort of idea. Can't think of a single way you'd hurt–”

“No, no, no no nononoNO!” Stan mutter bordered on shouting as he started trying to yank his hands out of the mercenary’s grasp and only succeeded in yanking them hard enough that he was being held up solely and much more painfully by the cuffs themselves.

He couldn't take this anymore, was Deeby gonna torture him or not?

“I can't think of a single way I'd wanna torture someone! I'm not some– some freak sadist kidnapper-torturer like that guy! Or like you!!”

Deeby hummed lightly, unfazed by yet another one of Stan's outbursts, holding the cuffs firm. “You'll learn.”

Stan growled and yanked again, hard enough that when they didn't give it all, he actually lifted into the air slightly. He cried out from the bite of the metal digging into his wrists and scraping into the top layers of skin. A few drips of blood started to pool on the surface.

If Deeby noticed the scarlet now smeared across Stan's wrists, he didn't show it. He just pulled the chain of the cuffs up further. Stan's elbows locked straight up, pressing into the side of his head. He almost had to go up on his tiptoes.

“Besides,” the hunter continued nonchalantly. “What he did to me isn't what I would do to you, if I were to torture you.”

“IF!?” Stan groaned, trying another weak yank against the cuffs and sending small lightning bolts of pain down his arms. “What do you mean ‘if’?! What–… What do you call this?”

Deeby shrugged. “Foreplay?”

Stan froze dead in his tracks. He could physically feel all the blood leaving his head and rushing down straight to his feet. Foreplay? As in… There was… Ge wouldn't, right? There was no way.

“Y-you–...” He could barely even get words to form properly, barely able to suck in enough air to even speak. “You–... Wait, you–”

“Cálmate, Stan, Christ, it was a joke. Loosen up. Wanna know what I would do, though?”

“Ah…”

His head felt like it had just been dunked underwater. Or maybe that was the concussion coming back haunt this waking nightmare once more. Who’s to say? Why not both, make it a party.

And yet, Deeby still leaned down to whisper in Stan's ear; “There's a reason I put the leash chain on your good leg.”

Before Stan could react, Deeby leaned back on his heels and pulled the chain hanging from the ceiling with him, unbalancing Stan just enough that he had to try to take a step forward to readjust, except the fetter on his ankle caught on the very end of the leash. He couldn't get his good leg under himself for support. Which left–

Stan let out a yelp as his full weight fell onto his injured knee, shooting rivulets of pain all the way up to his spine. And couldn't shift his weight off of it with how to chain dragged him out, so when his knee immediately buckled to save himself from the screeching pain, he had the new problem of the cuffs knawing into his already bloody wrists, which made him scream again and claw desperately at the chain and the hand holding him up until he was death gripping the chain in a half pullup. His arms were already shaking from the strain of it.

“DEEBY!!” He choked out. “Deeby! Deeby please stop, stop, I can't AUAGH–” He slipped and spent agonizing moments flailing before he got another hold again, moments in which Deeby didn't let up at all, despite Stan's amiable requests.

“Deeby you said–!” he could barely squeak out a phrase through the tear-blurred vision and gasping breaths and the sheer amount of concentration it took to focus through the already horrible aches and agony the clench onto the chain and hold himself up and not make it worse. “You said no torture! You– you said–! Let go! You said you wouldn't–”

“I said I wouldn't hurt you if you did what I told you to.” Deeby retorted nonchalantly, pulling back on the chain just a bit more and wrenching Stan even more off balance. “Which you didn't.”

“Let go–!” Stan tugged as hard as he could. No give.

“Repeatedly.”

“I can't–” Stan's voice cracked. His hands were on fire clutching onto the cold metal links. “I can't hold this, I can't, I can't, please let go-o, it– it hurts! Please!”

“That's the point, bud, it's a stress position. It stresses you. You’re doing great, chiquito, taking it like a champ.”

Little droplets of blood left bright red tracks down Stan's forearms as whines squeaked out from behind his gritted teeth in place of the full blown screams he refused to let out.

“I hate you.”

“Tell you what, bud. If you can shut up for just 30 seconds, no whines, no cries, no begging or grand sweeping declarations of feelings, I'll let you down. Deal?”

“That’s–!”

“Take it or leave it. Deal?”

“Deal–! Deal!”

“Great, now mouth-shut.”

Stan immediately squeezed his lips together as violently as possible and focused every single fiber of his being into holding himself up, keeping off his bad knee and not letting the cuffs scrape his arms to bone while also not squeaking in pain or cursing Deeby out. That may have been the hardest part of the entire balancing act. His muscles burned with the strain. His hands started to slip on the chain from the sweat, so he gripped harder, hard enough that his hands started to go numb. That was fine. Less pain, right? Was thirty seconds over yet? Stan just had to pray that Deeby would keep his word this time and actually only do thirty seconds. God he would give anything to just go home. See his family again. Be out of this hell.

Then a new, perfunctory voice shattered his fragile concentration. He'd been so laser focused hadn't even noticed someone else enter the room.

“Oh, did I interrupt an intimate moment? I can come back in ten minutes if you two wanna finish up.”

Stan’s grip slipped on the chain and he cried out, catching himself after an agonizing centimeter fall and praying to anyone that would listen that Deeby wouldn’t get mad at him for it. Though Deeby didn't seem to care too much anymore as his own grip holding Stan's cuffs loosened and a small growl ementated from the bottom of his throat.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Then Stan was suddenly freed, cuffs no longer held in the iron grip of a bounty hunter, and he collapsed to the floor in a graceless heap.

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Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy | @pirefyrelight | @cakeinthevoid

#whump #heroes and villains #whump writing #whumper #whumpee #hero whump #defiant whumpee #kidnapping whump #captivity whump #trans whumpee #disabled whumpee #(un)official guide #honestly im pretty proud of this chapter #its very fun and good #and i feel like it flows really well #also #a new challenger has entered the ring? #who could it be??? #bad news for stan #thats who it is #dont worry i will give him some comfort eventually :) #but i meant it when i said this boy is gonna have to EARN IT #lets just say deeby is gonna feel bad for stan by thr time this guy leaves #and we're also gonna learn some new stuff anout deeby! #yay!

[yourbuckies]

embrace it.  happy birthday sebastian! (august 13, 1982)

#sebastian stan #sebastianstanedit #sebstanedit #marveledit #marvelcastedit #dailyteamcap #i thought this quote was fitting especially for this year :) #also the big font is actually a font someone made from sebastian's handwriting :) #if you google sebastian stan font it'll come up as the first result :) #anyway i love him so much and i'm so proud of him and i hope he's having a wonderful time #with periodic sunscreen applications because that's very important too #i hope your upcoming year is as fulfilling and incredible as this year was #blows a kiss towards greece i think

[miahasahardname]

they could’ve been the best of friends

#FUCK romantic codeather and STAN platonic codeather #(jk i have nothing against people who ship cody and heather lmao) #for the first image i had no idea what i could put on cody’s shirt so i just grabbed a random screenshot from that song ‘e eats everything’ #also heather’s pose on the first one took SO LONGGGGGGGG #i’m very proud of these images though :> #td heather #td cody #total drama #td #total drama island #tdi

[fromtheseventhhell]

"You don't have to mention disliking Taylor when supporting her fight against AI" Yeah actually I do cause I'm pro-Palestine and she's a prominent white celebrity who had her movie shown in Israel (which the BDS movement has specifically highlighted), she's friends with a woman who turned a genocide into a self-pity party and works with a proud Zionist, and she's never once used her platform to speak up on the Palestinian genocide (or any other ongoing genocide). As much as I hope she's successful in her fight and is able to heal, her being victimized in this instance doesn't prevent her from causing harm and people should still be able to hold her accountable.

#obligatory /yes some of the hate she receives is misogyny/ but also people are just allowed to dislike her without a reason #she's a celebrity...just because swifties pretend stanning her is activism doesn't mean the rest of us have to #and this isn't even getting into the fact that she was /just/ dating a proud racist and never spoke up about it 🥴 #overall she's just a very nasty woman who weaponizes white feminism to shield her from criticism #and her stans eat that shit up and will defend her no matter what #I will never forget how some of them were actually attacking the BDS account for mentioning her movie being shown in Israel #/but if she was a man-/ please go to hell #if you can't even criticize a celebrity then your support of Palestine is preformative as hell #it's eat the rich until it comes to a celebrity you personally enjoy 🥴 #but I'm not suprised that people are more willing to hold Beyonce accountable for the same thing...sounds about white #and fuck Selena Gomez while I'm at it cause she's even worse but at least she's getting whacked

[daydadahlias]

baby boy

#baby’s first gif #not actually but first one I’m posting #this video is already low quality so my low quality gif is not terrible lol #look at how fucking precious he is #his smileeeeeee #2016 ash sigh. he was really cute and my heart aches for him #also I’m just gonna be honest with y’all #I cut Matt out of this gif and I am sorry mattshton Stan’s #but he is so stoned in this video and his expression is kind of scary #I love you Matt I’m sorry Matt #I’m gonna say something really. interesting #but Ashton really looks like a boy toy here in the best way #what a fucking cutie #ash #navy #y’all I made a gif r u proud of me #I’m proud of me 🥺 #I’ve always wanted to learn #and I’m not very GOOD but !! I’ll get better !! #and I will be able to gif all the Ashton’s I want #🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💙 #what I also love about this video is Matt never taking his arm off Ashton #someone was like ‘can I film y’all’ #and Matt went yes but let me stake a claim on this cutie #as you should Matt I would too #Ashton looks SOOOOO cute here #like literally delectable #I just wanna put him in my tote bag and help him run away y’know #sigh. #the way he’s holding onto his arm and you can see the skin sinking beneath his fingers what if I scream

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

all these years I was Stanning bts being completely oblivious of seventeen's existence , 2023 march I discovered seventeen by THAT shadow performance, curiosity might kill the cat but for me it's different story and better, and as I got to know more about them I was like their marketing team is weak af and why they haven't won much awards???? And I LITERALLY USED TO PRAY IN MY NAMAZ ABOUT THEM WINNING AWARDS AND BEING MORE AND MORE FAMOUS my prayers has answered alhamdulillah

#My diamond life story

One thing I'm sure about is i ain't looking back after this, they inspired me at my worst , I never used to believe in such statements but now I feel it, carat for the life 💗

#I stan the right people #I'm very proud of them being together since debute #AND WHO WERE THOSE FQERS WHO HAD THE AUDACITY TO BE SO HARSH ON THEM #Hope they explode #SAY THE NAME #SEVENTEEN

[flickerintwilights]

glow in the dark

rated T / pre-canon / 2k words

Mineru & Rauru, hurt/comfort, hurt, blood and injury (not too graphic)

(excerpt) Mineru turns east along the other side of the wall. She looks around through the dim light, radiated in soft waves from the brightseeds high above her, extending her spirit slightly to get a sense of what lies beyond her body’s eyes. More trees, more stones, more fireflies, more flowers. The only semblances of a spirit she comes into contact with are drifting poes. No Rauru.

From up ahead, a faint roar wavers the air.

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Mineru wasn’t surprised when he wandered off, despite her best attempts to assure him that he wouldn’t have to wait long for her to finish up and there were plenty of points of interest in the general locale of the Factory, anyway, for him to look around at. She knows Rauru doesn’t particularly like the Bargainers — but there is the Wellspring of Courage, and there are plenty of constructs for him to talk to.

But her idea of interesting has always been slightly offset compared to his. After all, he’s never really liked the dark.

She assumes, based on her past knowledge and experiences, that Rauru decided going off to explore would be better than hanging around the factory with only its aimless poes and busy constructs (and her) for company. Like when he first went down to the surface. That time he got lost in the Faron jungle by accident, and a short while after he went into the northwestern mountains with nothing but his winter fluff and some ruby-crafted bracelets.

The margin of difference here, compared to those scenarios, is that it is the Depths and not the surface — one less undeniably alive than the other. Not to mention darker. Therefore, to Rauru: less interesting.

According to that line of thought, the more concerning detail was that he wasn’t back by the time she had completed her objective with the constructs. (It was only the examination of a new prototype crafter construct; they’d needed her to have a more accurate look at the functioning of the new spirit core. He could have waited, there was nothing more she would have had to do.)

So now Mineru has to find her little brother. This has happened before.

Currently, she’s south of the Left-Arm Depot. A steward had designated a few low-level soldier constructs to go look elsewhere. There’s no trail, except for one newly sprouted brightbloom she passed by near the pools, but he can’t have gone too far.

“Rauru!” she calls out, to the same quiet. Her voice sinks into the stone wall to her left and hangs in the still air. The specks of spirit continue their endless drifting, undisturbed, without wind.

Mineru turns east along the other side of the wall. She looks around through the dim light, radiated in soft waves from the brightseeds high above her, extending her spirit slightly to get a sense of what lies beyond her body’s eyes. More trees, more stones, more fireflies, more flowers. The only semblances of a spirit she comes into contact with are drifting poes. No Rauru.

From up ahead, a faint roar wavers the air.

Mineru turns toward it, slowing. Frox are a rare presence in the Depths, mostly driven away from the mines by Zonai warriors long ago. This one must have survived somehow, perhaps a fled child grown to adulthood in the furthest reaches of the Depths, beyond the willingness of her people to seek out.

One this close to the Spirit Temple, and the Construct Factory by extension, is… worrying. The roar itself as well — Frox roar for intimidation, when they see prey —

A cry. Short, cut off, muffled like it’s coming from underwater. Rauru, and the realization hits her like a speartip through the chest so she’s running— sprinting over the stone and it feels slow and wrong and not enough. The Frox roars again. Even from a distance, Mineru feels the stone shiver under her all too solid feet.

Rauru. Rauru is in pain, crying out, and he’s her little brother. She can’t— he can’t—

He shouts, half-strangled and breaking, and light shatters between curled ferns. It’s a futile burst, a desperate attempt at a distraction, and in a second it’s obscured by a massive silhouette that gleams dark on one side — those must be the Zonaite deposits, and on the other side its rearing teeth catch a fragmented splinter of light —

“Rauru!” she screams. The sound rips through the blue-flecked air, almost as if it could reach him, until the stone subsumes it into its depths.

He doesn’t hear her.

Mineru stumbles over a descent in the rock, a cut into the landscape, and she doesn’t see its jaw slam down. She hears a scream.

She pushes herself up, the ordinarily gentle quiet of the Depths replaced by her heartbeat suffocating her ears, forward out of the shallow rift onto the field. The Frox’s obsidian skin is visible now, where it pulls in the light. The curled ferns loom tall over her head.

Rauru is lying crumpled at one of their bases, shirt torn and bloody, fur matted. His right arm is half-draped over the stem at the wrong angle. It doesn’t compute; her mind rejects, flinching, stuttering to a stop. That isn’t how it should be.

The Frox lumbers toward him, predator to prey. It thinks he’s, is he—

Mineru wrenches her gaze away from the arm that grates wrong wrong wrong into her head and sees it, instead. Looming over him, its fangs lifting. Its malignant green eye, starkly vivid against the darkness, stares down at his broken form. His eyes flicker open weakly. It’s the same flash of blue that she’s always known, but its light is faded, dull as the secret stone on his hanging wrist.

It—

She hurls herself forward with a snarl that tears itself out raw and ugly and wordless from her chest, choking, bleeding.

The Frox jumps around to face her with something like surprise in its eye — surprise that something would dare to attack, would dare to come for a broken body with a single thread left for life — not before she remembers the zonaite deposits on its back and reaches out with her spirit and feels the veins of stone and something else that run alongside its blood to its heart.

Her secret stone flares purple from her neck. Her third eye snaps open, and

then she is only (all) spirit, her vision tinged in shades of purple and blue-green. The rest of her senses are sharper, the mess of sounds and sensations cluttering them faded into white noise. Her body is beginning to fold without her, the essence that links it all together, but she’s already moving effortlessly compared to it — borne on the particles of spirit that drift through the Depths and flow in intangible currents beyond normal sight. Faster than a heartbeat.

Zonaite’s unique properties are the result of its being laced and veined with spirit particles, absorbed from years upon years of heavy saturation from the Depths environment. She is intimately familiar with this fact. Working with her people’s technology, built almost entirely from zonaite, has given her countless opportunities to make use of her ability with spirit.

Mineru has never used it for anything other than research before.

But it’s so easy to reach through the wells and flows of spirit in the Frox’s zonaite deposits. And it’s so quick, something of instinct more than rational thought — it hurt Rauru. Her little brother is wounded and bleeding and barely conscious on the ground, and she cannot let him die. He doesn’t want to die. He’s living.

She traces the veins of zonaite through its flesh and out into the others, finds the weak points in each structure and pushes and strains outward at them with her spirit. Simultaneously, the spirit energy in the stone responds to her presence. So she gathers it, tightens it, until it has nothing else to do than—

—burst.

Finally, the zonaite shatters.

The shards of stone exploding outward in every direction don’t touch her, but the sudden release of spirit particles from the stone does, though it only appears as a brief scattering of blue-green dust. The shards of stone don’t touch her, but they do tear into the Frox’s flesh from the inner veins, shrapnel ripping through organs and blood vessels.

It roars, a high keen of pain slipping through the cracks in the sound. A part of her is bothered by the sound; death is not the same as suffering, after all, and Rauru has always been the monster hunter between them. But the rest, the greater part, takes the thought of Rauru and holds it close. This is the only way.

At the same time the Frox’s body is convulsing, ripping itself apart without the seal of zonaite deposits over its back, hers hits the ground. It’s good timing; a larger fragment of zonaite lances through the air where her head had been. Lucky, really. She hadn’t taken the time to consider that outcome when she went to move.

The Frox’s thick-padded limbs crash to the ground. Dark blood runs in thin rivulets down its skin. Its spirit, more a thing of smoke and an inky silhouette than the souls that fill the Depths, bleeds out from the stilled body and wafts away into nothing.

Mineru turns away from it. Her body is lying on the ground in a slightly awkward position, but she’s used to reconfiguring herself to its weight — the bare presence of air on her fur and dust in her eyes.

She pulls herself up without grace, limb by limb. The Frox’s remaining bulk obscures Rauru from view until she rushes past it, in spite of the fact that she’s stumbling and hasn’t regained her bearings nearly enough. Her breathing is loud in her ears again.

Rauru is untouched, at least by her. She’d made sure of it, forcibly redirecting the shrapnel if it went anywhere near him.

It could have been a relief still to see proof. But he’s still on the ground, fur torn and darkened from so many wounds that maybe it wouldn’t even have made a difference. She can still see, when her secret stone glimmers and her vision is touched by faint washes of color, blue flecks drifting from his body into the dark.

No. No no no. He can’t do that.

The darkness of the environment remains when her secret stone goes still and Mineru drops down to kneel beside him. Take his hand in hers and feel for his pulse, although she’s never been good at getting it from that spot, because his neck is too badly bruised — then she lets go, because that’s his broken arm and she hates the way he twitches at the slightest shift to his hand.

She checks the other wrist, ghosting her fingers over it, so she can’t hurt him.

Thump, thump. He’s alive. Barely.

Mineru forces herself to look over his injuries. This close up she can see every contusion on his darker fur, and there are so many — the one around his left eye —

His eyes are a sliver open.

She stops short. They don’t seem to register anything at first, only the eyelashes flutter rapidly, but then his right eye blinks a little wider and she sees blue.

“Mi…Min…” Rauru manages at first. “‘ro‘s—”

“It’s dead,” she says, swallowing back a lump in her throat. “You’re going to be okay.”

He tries to move his arm, and a thin whimper slips out through his teeth. Mineru lays her hand over it lightly, then with more solidity as he releases a quivering breath at the touch.

“S…sorry.”

As gently as she can, in place of a response she doesn’t know if she can give, she presses her forehead to his. The lashes of their third eyes brush; Rauru’s stiff and halting, but he leans into it nonetheless.

Mineru lifts her head back. Rauru’s two eyes are closed; his chest rises and falls in slight trembles. She activates the small zonaite device on her wrist, and a beam of green light appears, running north towards the factory and the medical constructs waiting for a destination.

For a brief moment, it’s all too much like spirit green, zonaite green. (Green like the Frox’s eye.) But those are what so much of her life has always been colored by; the bile passes quickly. The light will be what gets them home.

In the meantime, she settles next to Rauru, and breathes alongside him in the quiet dark, and grasps his hand in hers.

#first and hopefully not last actual contribution to the mineru stans i know you’re out there #very glad i was finally able to complete a fic for her! she deserves it #totk mineru #king rauru #mineru #totk rauru #tears of the kingdom #totk #having a consistent format for fic posts? meh #i’m very proud of the banner but don’t expect one for every fic i post here lol #totk fanfic #totk fanfiction #my fic

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Johnny Brainrot: Tea

In England, it’s customary to always offer tea to guests. Like expected or not.

 Meaning if anyone went over to the garage, they would immediately be offered a cup of tea by either Marcus, Johnny, or even Stan or Barry (it’s implied they don’t live there but they are family so). Imagine every time their parole officer comes to check on the garage, they’re immediately met with a chorus of “Would you like a cup of tea?” the second they step inside.

And Johnny probably would do this in Redshore with his hotel room as well. Like Meena swings by after practice to check in, and she’s immediately being asked if she wants a cup of tea as Johnny scrambles around to find a tea kettle.

Anytime any of the troupe points out he doesn’t have to do that, Johnny just looks at them completely deadpan and goes “My dad might be a bloody bank robber, but he did raise me to have decent manners”.  No one can argue with him after that.

#sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing marcus (only mentioned) #sing stan (only mentioned) #sing barry (only mentioned) #if you're think I made this up you are very sorely mistaken #one of my older brother's is actually from London and he insists on offering tea to me to this day #he hasn't lived there in 14 years #i'm sick please ignore any spelling issues #johnny canonically has really good manners #and it's adorable #like marcus might be a criminal but he'd be damned if his son didn't offer his guests a cup of tea like a gentleman #I heard someone describe johnny as chivalrous and that fits so well #like he's so sweet #what a gentleman #marcus is so proud #he forgot to offer rosita tea once after living with her for over half a year and marcus gave him a look and johnny immediately apologized #rosita was touched but very confused

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ngl i do not trust the fate canon or fandom with hakuno. i'll try to keep this brief (1/47586)

SVCKSBCJ I'M KIDDING but yeah to me canon to me seems stuck in between treating hakuno as a character of her own but also a self insert even though the entire Point of her character was becoming a person of her own. this is especiaally prominent in later instalments methinks (the way they don't even refer to her by her name "hakuno kishinami" in her character description and just call her "master" or "heroine"....... some crimes cannot be forgiven actually-) so, well, i'll still try to keep up to date on canon hakuno content but i lost hope in it ever feeding me the hakuno content i crave 💔

sO YEAH BASICALLY I DECIDE 2 BE THE CHANGE I WANT 2 SEE IN THE WORLD canon is the blueprint but i'm gonna write hakuno with my own personal interpretation + hcs n_n 💖 i still love the canon content we get, don't get me wrong, but i will most definitely be cherrypicking to my liking! this isn't really a big notice but i just felt like saying it 😳 also if you ever want to interact or just know more about MY interpretation of hakuno, then my blog's got all ya need tbh!! me gently taking your hands away from actual fate canon like haha yes ^_^ so what do u wanna know about this moon girl? also honestly if u wanna know more abt her just message me ❤️ I WOULD BE MOAR THAN HAPPY 2 TALK SLASH RAMBLE

#&&. out of #I KNOWWWW i make it veeery obvious that i'm hc-based but like T_T idk i just feel the need to... give a disclaimer #and my h.akuno's all sorts of separate from canon Maybe she could be considered an oc (WHICH I WOULD BE SO PROUD OF OFC) but like #naur i'm just here hoping to do her justice 😔👏 i love her character sm she is so important 2 meee #i've been looking thru my ref/notes of canon stuff so that's why i've been screeching abt this I LOVE HER SM FRFR 😭😭😭 #definitely making my h.akuno first game based methinks ... maybe post-e.xtra and set a bit after she survives the war #but def not sth like e.xtella Bye 💀 #most of my mutuals aren't very familiar with h.akuno's canon anyway WHICH IS MORE THAN OKAY- i gotchu bbygirls (gender neutral) #i'm working on writing a post of the stuff h.akuno's been thru (but more general and less..... f.ate sgjfhsjf) 2 let u kno <33 #sorry i'm repetitive but i genuinely love her character sm 🥺🥺 the way the events have a clear effect on her personality and u see the way #she learns to understand herself through understanding others and is genuinely such a selfless and kind person despite all she's been thru #but also obviously has a Lot of baggage and a lot of room for development.. she's not perfect but is still trying her best ;__; #I LOVE HER SM U DESERVE SM BETTER BBYGIRLLLL 😭😭😭😭😭 #anyway i'll shut up now sgsckshkfjd #STAN H.AKUNO !!!!!

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#a little worrisome how people nowadays won’t develop a personality and somehow be proud of it #treating being a fan of an artist is not or at least should be not your only personality trait #I know we all constantly make jokes about how these people should go out and touch some grass but fr they should #I kid you not for the last 24 hours the cult behavior I saw from taylor fans on tt was actually insane #it’s not normal in fact it’s actually very weird to see the extents people go to defend someone who doesn’t know they exist #and I’m saying this exclusively about taylor stans I know there are other group of fans exactly like that too #but hers in specific are in another level lately they put her on this pedestal this type of parasocial relationship needs to be studied #being a fan of someone or something can be part of who you are but shouldn’t be your entire personality #and just bc you really love an artist that doesn’t make them immune to criticism #as a matter of fact some of taylor criticism are valid but because of the way HER FANS reacts it turns into hate #anyway would love to see some psychological analysis on the cult behavior some “fans” have #and again I know this behavior is not exclusive to taylor’s stans but is definitely the one I’m seeing the most lately #b talks

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@unearthlyfromage 's version of evil!Stan if he got exposed to the Monster Falls AU 😆 (as interpreted by me). You probably cant tell but he's an angler fish merman. Only being tortured by Bill for decades could make Stan get abs. Also hard to wear glasses underwater. Also angler fish are blind. IT'S A SUPER FUN CONCEPT and I need more of it!

#gravity falls #stanley pines #evil stan au #monster falls au #hunkle stan #i drew abs and its terrible #im very proud #practice makes progress #merman stan pines