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my new Ninjago OC!
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I haven't come up with a name for him yet bc I suck at those but I've got a backstory
- He was outcast by his species before the merge because of a reason I haven't fully flushed out yet (thinking of making it so that he can't do any shapeshifting at all and making it an entire allegory), but he deals with a lot of feelings of inadequacy because of this and he thinks he's failed as an Oni
- he was outcast before March of the Oni and was lost between realms trying to find a way back home to the first realm without the power of the darkness to guide him. essentially the realm crystal is the EASIEST way to travel realms but it isn't the only way, and he spent a lot of years alone
-When the merge happens he's forced to live in a world he doesn't understand at all and a lot of people during this time are struggling to figure things out. He manages to find a job at Chen's Noodle House and starts to enjoy the life as someone who serves food so eventually he leaves with enough money saved up and opens up his own restaurant
- I like the idea of someone gaining weight when they're happy bc he used to be really emaciated and could barely eat even 3 times a week due to how hard it was to survive but now he's got a healthy relationship with food and his body and he's generally a pretty sound guy and pretty mature considering things. It doesn't look like he's fat in the image but from experience an apron will hide a lot of that lol
- He does a lot of introspection and his outlook on life is that "it's complicated and messy but at least it's life," and he usually looks at things from a realistic perspective while hoping for the best.
-He still gets irrationally angry at a lot of things though and often he'll find himself taking it out on inanimate objects and then he'll feel bad about it afterwards. He doesn't do it a whole lot in front of people, especially customers, but if he's comfortable around you you'll see him swearing and breaking things (usually with his claws on accident) a lot more
- Meets Lloyd a few weeks after the merge when he just started his job at Chen's and initially Lloyd is weary at first because yk he's an Oni and Lloyd had subconsciously associated Oni with bad and everything wrong in his life, but [name I haven't come up with yet] is essential to something Lloyd is trying to figure out so they need to interact and Lloyd figures out through sheer power of being exposed to something that HEY you dumb idiot your ancestry isn't evil or bad
- He had severe issues for awhile with meeting people's expectations and he constantly ran himself ragged trying to keep himself in multiple places at once. He felt like he had to depend on only himself for a while because of the fact he let down his Oni tribe and because of the fact he lived so long in isolation away from others. When he's hired by Skylor he burns himself out within the first week because he doesn't take a break except to go home and sleep.
- Y y y es this is meant to be an OC shipped with Lloyd but they're both demisexual here bc I will always make my favs be on the ace spectrum no matter what
-Hes 21 when the merge happens and by the events of s1 he's 27 (2 years older than Lloyd). He was outcast by the Oni when he was 15 years old (around the events of season 1)
-fun fact, Oni still have pupils in my hc you just can't see them very well. they're kind of like the changelings from mlp where they do have pupils once you look closely but they blend in so well with their irises that you can hardly see them. most Oni eye colors are red, purple, or blue. some are occasionally orange, yellow, and pink. [name I haven't come up with yet] has purple eyes
- he has so much fur/hair (think kind of like mohair on a goat) that he has to stuff a lot of it in his shirt and then use pins to hold it in place and he spends like 30 minutes each day just combing it
- he works out every other day to help clear his mind and to calm himself down but Oni are naturally pretty big anyways and really strong
- despite the fact he knows how to cook he has the worst appetite known to man and will not hesitate to eat the nastiest things ever. I like to think that anytime Lloyd gets offered gross food (as he's somehow done a lot in the show) he pretends to "steal" it but he does genuinely enjoy every single food he comes across and it's not just something that comes from his life of being outcast it also comes from his Oni biology. Though, he seems to be a lot more inclined to eat certain things even for an Oni
if it's not poison, it's food!
- has abnormally large ears for most Oni and he can hear slightly better than most people. it's also another reason why he stretch himself too thin while working when he first started because he believed everything he heard needed his attention and he was constantly trying to get to multiple places and do many tasks all at once
okay now imma go to bed hehe this was actually really fun
-has a better work/life balance in the future at the very least lol so dw
-has digitigrade feet! they're not very exposed bc he wears baggy pants all the time but if you look down you'll see he's never wearing any shoes and his paws are just out
#lego ninjago#ninjago#lego ninjago fanart#ninjago oc#original character#lloyd garmadon#ninjago lloyd#fanart#art#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising#its so me to come up with all this lore and never give my characters a name#oni#oni oc
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Ace Trappola’s Flower Bouquet Meaning
aka Hana rambles about flowers lolol
Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist
HE HAS ROSES in his bouquets!!! YESSSSS 🙌🙌🌺🌺💕💕💕
so so so I am loving all shades of pinks and purples and I just adore it.
if you think about it, shades of pink plays a role in Heartslabyul. Heartslabyul rules has students painting white flowers red. Now, if you mix those colors, it becomes pink.
In a way, this shows a blend of Ace. He respects the queen of hearts only for those expectations to be shattered because of Riddle, but then he grows and he gains that respect back after seeing how hard his dorm leader works.
Plus if you think about all those theories about Ace becoming dorm head? it’s likely will be a mix of how Ace will uphold there queen’s law but at the same time maybe he’ll add his own twist to it?
his sun, moon, and wave side changed opposite from jamil’s....I wonder if that's just design choice of has some astrology meaning. Ace also has a mage hat too which we couldn't see before because it was blocked.
Ace doesn’t really show his emotions...well, well he does, but we all know how much of a little shit he can be.
but, boy do his flowers give a bit of insight
as always, flowers have different meanings in different countries and regions and it depends on colors too. I’m just going to list some flowers that I think they are, but I could be wrong lolol
Pink Roses: (different shades of pink all have different meanings)
Dark Pink: thank you, I am grateful, gratitude, appreciation, I agree with you, I want to be with you.
Pale Pink: I am sorry, get well, healing, grace
Pink: Friendship, Chaste Love
Purple Rose: Achievement, success, high honor
Number of roses is can contribute to meaning too: [giving meaning of 10-15 since I counted at least 10]
10 Roses: You are perfection, you are pretty
11 Roses: you are my treasured one, to assure someone they are truly loved,
12 Roses: be my steady, asking them to be yours, love and admiration
13 Roses: forever friends, eternal friends, secret admirer (ace you little shit lol 😂)
14 Roses: I’m proud of you.
15 Roses: I’m really sorry, asking for forgiveness, wish for forgiveness (ace betrayal theory anyone??)
Carnation: Gratitude, never forgetting someone, you are unforgettable, thank you,
Dahlia: strength, perseverance to overcome, encouragement, You can do this, (dark colored dahlias also mean betrayal, sadness, insecurity...so betrayal theo- *ducks*)
Aster: loyalty, wisdom, faith, valor
Gerbera: cheerfulness, celebration, protected heart, emotional strength
Azalea: abundance, hope for good things to come their way, love and passion, stay true (in some countries they even mean beauty and death -cough-)
Hypericum Berries: symbol of peace, protection, rebirth
Zinnias: Absence, missing you, lasting affection, friendship.
Chrysanthemums: friendship, happiness, well-being
Awww Ace you’re so cute! 🌺🌻💕 He shows gratitude, strength, and so much more in his bouquet, essentially expressing himself in way we would never get to see usually.
Please please let all the Heartslabyul boys have roses too. And maybe, just maybe, Riddle can have one from each of his friends? That would be so cute!!
Random Facts: Flowers can be assigned to days too. So since the 23rd is on a Friday, the flowers are: Forget-me-nots (Meaning: speak up, I will not forget you, don’t forget me, true love), Carnations, Love-in-a-Mist (such pretty flowers, meaning: Kiss me, you puzzle me, opens to love), and Pink Rose. Given what's in his bouquet, I think they probably considered the day too 👏💕
Anniversaries could also be considered, since its the 3rd bdays for all the boys, their flower will be Sunflower: strength be well, strength, happiness, male healing, confidence, self-esteem, assertiveness.
Credit: Thank you to Lala (@/mobagehellocal) and Chris (@/jaberwockk) for talking flowers with me 🌺💚💕 Please, go talk flowers with them too. They are such nice people. 💚💜💕
#twisted wonderland#Ace Trappola#disney tw#disney twisted wonderland#flower meaning#twst#twst ace#twst ace trappola#flowers#twst birthdays#twisted wonderland ace trappola#broomquet#ace broomquet#Ace trappola flower bouquet#flower language
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i was looking at mai’s design again just as you do and this has no relation to the mv, theories or anything really but I LOVE her shoes????
I used to have a pair similar to them (sadly they are old and broken and gone by now) but now i wanna go find similar shoes all over again
also unrelated i really love her design it’s just so pretty — but also not overly bright or complex (say, compared to levi’s stark blues and purples or ace’s red and orange).
In fact she’s almost muted, like she’s supposed to be this background character — which is what she was made out to be at the start, if not a mystery unknown character for us to solve — interestingly enough, who can blend into a crowd (thinking of min here who described her as “average” though that was probably more referring to her grades — though most describe her in those quotes according to what they noticed about her, not strictly about her looks and before seeing her title card the only hint to how she looked was teruko’s flashback scene) yet also stand out if she wishes.
Practical, maybe: she wears gloves (though I may be overthinking this, thank you kirigiri kyoko),
And: She is wearing what looks like a standard hope’s peak uniform.
(Actually. Nvm. This is an analysis post. I started writing this as a funni little drabble of: omg i love Mai’s design so much!!!! and it turned into this. ah well.)
No, but, whats interesting is if you compare the anime’s Hope’s peak uniform, you should note how Mai’s uniform appears to include a black blazer that she wears tied around her waist.
Why is this important you may ask?
In the anime, the talented students wore brown uniforms (blazers) while the reserve course students wore black blazers. In Min’s bonus episode, we see Mai is getting tutoring from Min, and I’m pretty sure she’s wearing a brown blazer?? Or she’s not and I’m misremembering, again, correct me if i’m wrong — I think it’s the lighting in that particular scene that’s making me think this).
Also, from Min’s episode, we can assume then that normal lessons take place within this new and improved Hope’s Peak’s Academy — or do they?
Of course Min would be taking lessons like any good student, that’s her talent, she’s got to nurture it. But why would Mai? Unless her “???” talent relates to academia, then it strikes as odd, as comparing to what we know of Hope’s Peak, Main Course students aren’t really strictly needed to attend normal lessons. So long as they hone their talents, they’re basically allowed to wander the campus and do whatever.
So unless the teacher figure Min speaks of acts in a similar way to Yukizome in forcing the class together to bond and experience their highschool (college?) years together, why is Mai doing regular school work? Why does she need tutoring, why bother keep up those grades at all? She doesn’t seem particularly on board or interested in studying, as Min shows, Mai is prone to distractions: she spends the bonus episode getting Min to talk about her origins (and why is that? That’s another thing I’ll touch on later when i remember to) and procrastinating from her studies (same, Mai).
But Mai could be a reserve course student trying to work for some sort of talent — and she’s lucky, because say, in their class, on most days, the Ultimate Student herself joins their ranks within their halls (because the main course doesn’t teach their students normal lessons, apparently in their buildings, so Min has to come down to them). And then Mai jumps to get to know her — or maybe that’s just something that happened over time, Mai just gradually drew Min closer, despite her being “average” in Min’s eyes.
Because there is something about Mai that has enthralled all (most? not sure where Teruko stands because all we know is Mai was searching for Teruko. Also Eden i’m unsure of, as it describes her calling a number — who’s number? why? i have so many questions on eden’s quote I can’t lie) of the cast into adoring her, and I’m guessing it’s nothing malicious — it’s just who Mai is. She’s clearly loved (if the quotes don’t convince you then the words in the mv pointing towards her should) dearly by the majority of the cast, and I think that’s just from her being her own self. She’s just one of those people who is just likeable. Someone who draws people in, who is approachable, who is someone who just had that sense of “you can rely on/trust them”
The “dearly loved” as opposed to Teruko’s “dearly unloved”.
And yes, Mai is an Ultimate technically as displayed by the “Ultimate ???”, but what if she wasn’t at the time of the bonus episode? What if she was a reverse course who then discovered or cultivated a talent (or, if similar to Hajime, was chosen for some sort of project? Was that what killed her? Is that the consequences she didn’t foresee in signing up to a program?). Maybe her talent was linked to how she connected to all the other Ultimates. Maybe the number of “???” translates to “God” as the same amount of characters as shown in a few quotes here and there (i think?? correct me if i’m wrong) in the mv. It would certainly explain their devotion they seem to have towards her.
Though, again, this is just speculation.
Another small note on the uniform: it’s simple. Almost shockingly so. It reminds me of Mukuro’s actually (in her first appearance — shirt and skirt alone) and how it almost suggests how plain she is, before you remember once again that she’s a part of something bigger — is something bigger (and in Mukuro’s case that’s Ult. Despair, but in Mai’s it could be the opposite).
And that’s something else — a wild left field guess i’ll touch lightly on here, but will eventually do something deeper on later — we all know about hope and despair and yadayada but I think, definitely, in some way shape or form, Mai represented Hope. She was the symbol of that class’ hope, if not bigger, yet she burned out far too fast and now her fate is uncertain. So either that hope flickered out too quickly (think side: despair Chiaki) and was killed in order to break the class and there was some great tragedy, or she was being built towards becoming that hope.
As in, she was a reserve course or something similar but started making changes around her, just by being herself, a natural charisma that charmed and delighted the people around her. She grew close to people and inspired them in turn. She was genuine, friendly and honest. People respected her for her authenticity; she was someone reliable, trustworthy, determined, kind. She was on her way into becoming an Ultimate — maybe she was granted it, and she was flourishing. Maybe she started to be pushed to hard, spread too thin — we don’t know yet. She was a little naive maybe, head in the clouds, forgetful (as shown in the bonus episodes from what I remember, again correct me if i’m wrong bc I haven’t rewatched in a few months), and so she didn’t think of any underlining threats — she didn’t think she was a threat to someone (the mastermind). She didn’t foresee the consequences to being such an open symbol of trust, a symbol of Hope, and she died for her lack of awareness. Or betrayal. Or however she died.
So i. terms of the “simple” design as I put it, it’s first used to throw you off. You don’t think much of her. She’s an unknown, sure, but because there’s nothing on her, you sort of dismiss her. When Mukuro’s face is revealed, there’s nothing really to suggest she’s a soldier, or a member of Despair. She is dressed in a shirt and skirt (highly impractical, thanks danganronpa), and you look at her and go “her? really?” and then you remember she’s potentially the mastermind or the one hidden somewhere in the school, watch out for her, and then immediately reevaluate her and her importance.
I think the same applies to Mai but in the opposite direction; Mai is — or was — the supposed symbol of Hope for this class, and at first she was nothing more than a mystery, but now we see her with the knowledge we’re slowly piecing together and we go “aha! it’s you! you’re the one they all love! (why is that?)” (i am also guilty of this i’m a mai akasaki truther i love her i too have been pulled into her charm). We sort of dismiss her at first and then we notice her, we see her, and we point fingers in delight because it’s her!! She’s important in some way for the plot!
We are already reevaluating her and how she fits into the storyline. What her fate is (or was), and how she links all the cast together. Maybe i’m wrong and she was a main class member. Maybe she wasn’t the symbol of hope. But this is just my evening rambles (and my procrastination in avoiding the tally5 thing bc goddamn i started to get really frustrated. so. i wrote this instead. you’re welcome??)
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this was supposed to be a ramble about her pretty design.
sorry not sorry. oops.
I am fascinated by Mai. I don’t know if I’ve actually properly said that yet, and maybe it’s obvious (well, duh) but yeah!
if you read this far jesus christ thank you for sticking with me because I just started typing and now i have this: I was expecting this as much as you were, I wasn’t!
if you’re still reading,
here
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#heels bc uh not tall#drdt#danganronpa despair time#rizalore#mai akasaki#drdt theory#drdt thoughts#i just.#I love her#mai akasaki is just so so so so interesting to me#crying this is so funny#what was i doing#oh yeah procrastination#no but#I JUST WANTED TO TALK ABOUT HOW COOL HER SHOES ARE#AND IT PROGRESSED#INTO THIS#why am i like this lmfao#rizamuse
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Would you mind giving us a rundown of the symbolism in the Queen E rainbow portrait? I love hearing artists ramble about their work and I LOVE symbolism.
This particular recreation I themed around parts of the history of Theatre and performance, either literal on stage performance or just a performance of who we are every day, to fit in, or to stand out.
Queen Elizabeth here is represented by a Drag Queen, which both connects to contemporary queer culture and the history of theatre itself (also a history nod to how in the 1600s women could not be on stage so the women characters were played by men, to the victorian music halls, to panto.) I loosely based the queen's design on Ru Paul, regardless of my own personal feelings towards that particular celebrity it is undeniable the impact they have had on international drag culture.
The robes and crown represent asexuality, the purple, grey, white and black from the flag. Because this piece was for a book where plenty of other identities would be represented, quite often with romantic pieces, I wanted to allow a prominent piece to represent that you're queer enough even if you are asexual (or aromantic, or grey/demi or single, your partner does not define you). As Queen Elizabeth I herself never married, though we cannot use contemporary queer terminology to define what little we know of her inner feelings, it felt like an appropriate fit.
On her sleeve the original had a glittering snake and apple, and I chose to draw a rainbow sparkling Chameleon, representing a reality in which sometimes we have to just blend in to be safe, but in our own spaces, such as a drag show, or on stage, or simply with friends we can be free to be ourselves.
I chose to keep a lot of the white pearl details from the original piece, which symbolised purity and virginity, but for me this means that it is not the physical act of having sex with someone that defines your identity, who you love, or your gender expression. You don't have to be actively having sex to know you're gay, or trans or even figure out you're not interested. While it can be emotional, meaningful or just fun, it doesn't have to be a major part of your identity if you don't want it to be, or aren't ready. (Though I definately didn't leave them there to make a statement about being "pure and virginal" that's all nonsense as we know.)
There's some of the more usual queer symbols, transgender on her necklace, lambadas and back to back moons for lesbians round the gauzey drape and the violets (again for lesbians) embroidered into the gown. There's a moon on her crown, which is often used to symbolise the feminine, and the Ace of Spades symbol across her hair and headdress, again for the asexuality.
THEN there's a few theatre references... on the original she has a gauntlet hanging from her ruff, but here I have a red sparkly boot from Kinky Boots and ruby slipper earrings for a "friend of Dorothy". And again on the original, the queen's robe has eyes and ears painted onto it, so here I used the lips from Rocky Horror, a dramatically painted drag eye, and an allusion to the Instagram logo for photographic performance/influencer culture. (I didn't fancy tangling with insta lawyers by using the exact logo.)
Lastly, there's the overlayed text.
Ego Sum Qui Sum.
I am what I am.
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Estelle [Arthmesia] Info Page
Name: Estelle
Gender: Female She/Her
Species: Humanoid (Corrupted)
Universe: UTAU
Personality: Quiet, Intelligent, Secretive, Caring
History: Created due to an accidental negative apple seed lodged in the side of her throat, Estelle was granted much more enhanced magic compared to her previous incarnate by 15%. She used to be a watcher over negative energy with her positive counterpart Nova until a glitch swept the world. She had managed to escape, and after encountering some new beings once she was back in the normal multiverse, headed into the In Between, a space outside of the multiverse's vast universes but still inside the Megaverse bubble, and formed a brand new reality with the cost of locking them inside, just to fix the rest of the world. After a few months, Estelle realized that she could just leave since she eventually gained back her old abilities and managed to break out, soon finding Angeli yet again and teaming up with her to guard the multiverse. During this time, she ventured into some new realities and created the final two members of the Main 6 known as Estellar Dreams and Star.
Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Training, Exploring
Powers: Tainted absorption magic, with all added abilities from before plus some new ones from other worlds, Multiverse Travel, Immortality
Feats: Has fought off deities and Kaiju monsters, brought an entire universe together to fight an enemy and take them down, survived death numerous times, managed to control ten different abilities at once using her hair and hands (hair can shift into a goop state and transform into tentacles, those of which can form hands on the ends), has won tournaments she had participated in, saved many different universes numerous times
Orientation: Polyromantic/Ace
MBTI: INTP
Enneagram: 9w1
Zodiac: Gemini
Height: 6'1''
Favorite Food/Drink: Chocolate Lava Cake, Coffee
Worlds Visited: 7,864 (excluding Angeli, Acolyte, and Amaia's count)
Alternates Count: 502
Some noteworthy ones include Star (StH), Estellar Dreams (MLP), Iolite (SU), and Ayla/Silencer (MHA)
Estelle's hair will often shift into tentacles for easy mobility and use
Estelle is actually really friendly to enemies, having much higher empathetic energy than the rest of the six. Still, Estellar is a close second to that trait.
Estellar is really clever whenever it comes to figuring out how people tick. The moment she does, that information becomes really useful when she either needs to pull someone to her side or just control someone who she's an enemy towards
Estelle does sometimes fuse with other characters, one of the most notable variants that she has managed to accomplish is Stevelle, a fusion between herself and Steven (SU). The result was a very magenta non-binary entity with a pink and purple diamond crushed together, blended with a hint of corruption magic and the fusion was... surprisingly stable. Oftentimes, corruption can break a fusion really quickly, but instead it just influenced a lot of negative energy on the entity.
Estelle's magic had been tweaked numerous times in different realities, the most major changes being Star and Ayla, who both possess corruption but in varying formats.
Despite having the absorption ability, Estelle rarely uses it. Besides, it often strains her body whenever she takes on too much so she prefers to keep her distance.
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if you look at the statue next to the lady, that is God with a G. Of the Ultraman franchise anyway, his name is Noa and yes, there are a lot of Christian allegories in this franchise. but he is holding a blue orb that protects the city where the statue is from the Kaiju antlar.
(context: i was showing some of my new dioramas  that i had just gotten)
so there’s this group of ultras called the ultra brothers right and during one of the shows I think it’s like six of them get crucified, and their newest member has to be the monster called ace killer and it’s insane
THEY GET CRUCIFIED
they are called the 6 ultra brothers and then there’s another group including them, just called the ultra Brothers and it’s a group of like nine ultras
and don’t get me started on how all the series are classified into eras because some of them are wonky, and some people can’t agree, which shows go where, but that’s mostly for newer shows
and now going back to Noa
he has this I want to call it a puppet form because I don’t know the accurate terms. But he is also Ultraman Nexus. and Nexus has like four different forms, and has the most hosts out of every ultra I believe. he also looks like he has a mullet.
now to noa - pls notice that he does not have a mullet. he does have wings or what are supposed to allude to wings. he’s got a counter part called Dark Zagi. he’s a little freak.
he is an entity, that aliens tried to control, failed. And he was after the energy from the ultras home planet M78. to I believe, go back to his dimension. him and Noa fought, and now he has beef (i haven’t seen nexus yet, might be wrong 🤷♀️)
also, almost every ultra in the franchise has a dark/evil counterpart. they are also like 50 m y’all giants of light.
and most of them take hosts because earths atmosphere, cannot sustain their true form for more than three minutes or somewhere around that. most of the time. and then there are ultras who just take a human form and try to blend in while still being an alien
So they travel in these balls of light and honestly it’s really cool. there are 4 canonical ultrawoman (again could be wrong) and there are three others that have had women as hosts (maybe????).
now want to talk about the ultra series that is so popular in China that I believe last year it sold more than the Mouse. Ultraman Tiga!
he got a 4kids dub of the first 24–25 episodes and man. They are rough. I’ve seen them, they are so rough. but basically Tiga is very popular with people in the west, because I believe it was one of the most popular ones to come here and stayed popular
which is why I believe anyway, of the Ultraman figures that I have found at GameStop 2/3 of them have been him. And probably the ones that are going to come to the US first will probably be him and what Tsubaraya Think are the most popular ones that people here would want.
also, I believe he’s the first ultra to have indigo in his color palette and people online like to swear it’s either blue or purple. When I first watched it, I thought he was purple. so he’s got three main colors on him, being indigo, red and silver. and I believe he is the start of the gimmick, where the characters would become all one color, or mostly one color as a different form.
so his all indigo type is the aerial/speed type, and his all red type is his strength type. And each form has its own use and drawbacks. And then it is revealed towards the end, that he was originally an evil titan. Who had a dark gray and silver color palette and honestly he looks really cool because we don’t normally get those colors
and he like gets the traumatic flashbacks to when he was an evil titan and killing people. LIKE for his series he has the highest kill count(i believe????).
anyway i can’t beat the tiga fan allegations cause like half of my figures are of him. and his are usually the ones i find the most, in the US anyway.
this is getting so long, dear lord.
I liked watching tiga, I loved the throwback episodes, but it was not my favorite series in the slightest. it’s definitely in my like top 10 but I also haven’t seen a good chunk of the like 75 year run of this series.
i’m trying to, and it’s very easy to because a lot of them are on the YouTube channel for free with really good subtitles and some of them even have really good dubs.
anyway, this has been my pitch for you to watch this show/series and you can literally pick and choose where you want to start. That’s the beauty of this thing. You can start with the most recent show that just ended or you can pick a show from 50 years ago.
we have one series that people call the darkest one in the entire franchise, that’s Nexus. you can basically watch to college age siblings, become Ultraman and then the shenanigans they get up to. you can go back and watch the original, which was supposed to be its own universe, along with the second show the franchise until they decided to make it a multi-verse situation. now to get in the multiverse. 😀
A very, i want to say convoluted multi-verse. There is a character that canonically travels through dimensions with the help of God I think??? I don’t exactly quote me on that, but he does travel through dimensions.
The Ultraman that does that most frequently is named zero. he is the son of ultra seven who is the second ultra technically in this franchise. and they have a terrible relationship with each other. Seven left him to be raised/mentored by his trainee, Leo, who he traumatized when seven was training him.
zero basically has become tsubaraya’s Golden boy. he shows up in like everything, he is very charismatic. I will give him that, but he’s got issues and don’t even get me started on the different kinds of ultras that exist because there are distinctions.
ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! now here’s my ramblings as my reward
i’m not even gonna get into that because I don’t know all of the information or at least some of the information. I only know a little bit about that specific topic.
but a really fun part about the show is that they do a lot of tribute episodes so sometimes your faves come back in the newer shows and it’s great to see them and just a lot of them haven’t gotten that treatment because I think they do it on like the 25th anniversary and then like special anniversaries or years or whatever.
anyway, that was my pitch to watch the show so I have other people to talk to about it and not just my sister and my dad. Actually, you can blame my dad for even getting me into this now I must go and do other stuff. Goodbye.
#tokusatsu#ultraman#kaiju#ultraman 66#ultraman decker#ultraman tiga#ultraman nexus#ultraman noa#ultraseven#ultraman zero#ultraman leo#long post#i’m on mobile#antlar#i’m all out of ideas for tags#ramblings
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On Blind Faith : a Matt Murdock x reader FF : TEN
The black sack was pulled off your head twenty minutes after the car had stopped and you were shuffled out of it and inside a long, low building that echoed with every concrete step. You were led to a chair, encouraged to sit, and then the sack was ripped away.
A door opened at the other end of the room, and your heart sank even further as Leo’s mother walked through the gap and strode purposefully in your direction. Luca squawked as you held him even tighter, terrified. You stared up at Leo with wide, desperate eyes.
“No” you whispered. “Please no.”
He merely shrugged.
“You took him away from me” he said. “Now I’m going to take him away from you.”
You didn’t want to hurt Luca, so when Leo wrestled him from your arms, you let him go, tears burning your eyes and sobs choking your throat. You watched with blurred vision as he was carried away from you and given to Gabriella Ricci, your fists clenching emptily on your thighs.
The far off door was closed and Luca was gone. Another man, one you had seen in passing in Chicago but didn’t know the name for, approached you warily, black flex cuffs in one hand. You glared at him but he didn’t waver in securing your hands together and your ankles to the chair legs.
You wished you had a threat to make, an ace up your sleeve, something to hold over Leonardo Ricci, but there was only Luca, and you would not use him as cannon fodder. And Matt and Foggy were only lawyers and couldn’t go head to head with big game like Leo, and Karen. You closed your eyes as the memory played in your head of Karen being knocked out cold. Kind, tenacious Karen who only wanted to help.
“I’ll get him back” you said quietly, at last.
Leo looked over at you.
“What?” he asked, bored.
You lifted your chin in defiance.
“You won’t have him forever. He’ll learn the truth one day and I’ll get him back. He’ll come home to me.”
He strode across the floor and backhanded you hard across the face, his bulky signet ring opening a bloody slash across your nose. You cried out in shock at the pain, your head whipping to the side and back, tears arriving unbidden.
“Don’t cry” he sneered. “You always were weak. Running away like you did? Pathetic.”
You dug your teeth into your lower lip, eyes dark with pain and anger.
“That was the strongest thing I have ever done” you said softly, and closed your eyes so you wouldn’t see the next hit coming.
His punch landed hard on your left cheekbone, and you knew that tomorrow there’d be dark purple and swelling. Pain blooming across your face, you could only hope and pray that Matthew was safe.
Matt crouched on the roof of a building across the street from the green one his intruder had informed him of. They all seemed the same to him, outlined in fire, but once he was close enough to the right side of the city, he could hear your heartbeat distinguished from all the others. It was sprinting with the speed of a hummingbird’s, slamming against your rib cage. Tilting his head a little, he could also make out Luca’s, but it beat far away from yours.
More anger rose at the thought of them taking your baby away from you. He clenched his jaw and began his descent, his boot soles whisper quiet when they landed on the concrete at the base of the building. He crossed the street in silence, blending into every shadow.
Several different heartbeats coming into his hearing, Matt slunk along the outside edge of the building, every sense on high alert. He counted twelve heartbeats in total, one yours and one Luca’s. Breathing in hard, he detected the barest scent of citrus perfume; it burned his nose, and wasn’t anything you would ever use, so there was another woman inside.
That meant two nonthreatening, one possible threat, and nine definite threats. As he reached the first entry and slipped inside, his nostrils flared upon recognising the smell of blood. His blind vision burned red; he knew it must be your blood that was spilled.
Matt paced a long, empty hallway, then stopped when he heard the faint hum of electricity to his left. He turned and realised he was facing the power box for the whole building. He felt for the primary lever and pulled it down, dousing the lights.
You lifted your head from its lulling position when the room around you was plunged into the dark. You heard Leo curse somewhere near you, then mutter something involving Matt’s name.
“What’s happened?” you asked, speaking into the shadows.
You felt strong hands gripping the back of the chair you were tied to and hot breath scald your ear as Leo spoke into it.
“One man with a gun clearly wasn’t enough to get rid of your boyfriend, baby. I do believe he’s come knocking to get you back. You and the rugrat.”
“He’s a lawyer.”
Leo shook his head behind yours.
“He’s more than that.”
Then the screams started. Loud shrieks and yells followed by thuds and ricocheting bullets. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could make out human shadows racing for the nearest door, rifles slung across backs and handguns held low. One man gripped a knife; it protruded, long and sharp, from his closed fist, like an extra extension of his own arm.
You sank your teeth into your bottom lip again, so deep this time you tasted copper.
“Matthew, what have you gotten yourself into?” you whispered.
“He’s gotten himself into you, I’d wager” Leo said from behind you.
You slammed the back of your head into his face and felt something give way with a wet crunch, and then something damp dripping into your hair. You heard him hiss a nasty word at you as he backed away, cupping his nose gingerly as blood dripped between his fingers.
Something heavy fell against the door and slid down. You tried to control your breathing, heavy and frightened in your own ears. What if Leo was wrong and it wasn’t Matt?
The door burst open, clanging against the brick wall. It started to rebound, but a strong, blood streaked hand held it at bay. Eyes fully adjusted to the shadows, your gaze travelled from the tops of black boots, up black clad legs, to a skin tight black shirt, and finally, to the most beloved mouth you knew. Five o’clock shadow, sharp jaw, brown eyes hidden by a tied mask.
“Matty?” you breathed, relief drawing air back into your lungs.
He turned in your direction, fingers flexing at his sides.
“Yeah” he said lowly. “I’ll explain later. Business first.”
He stalked past you on the chair, blood pumping hard through his veins, adrenaline flooding. Leo raised his gun and aimed, rage twisting his features into something ugly, but he never got off a shot; Matt leaped into the air and kicked it out of his hand, sending it skittering across the floor. He then gripped Leo by the throat and walked him into the wall, pressing his cheek into the rough brick. Leo screamed as the roughness tore into his face as Matt dragged him along it.
“Finders keepers, jackass” Matt growled. “I found her, I get to keep her. She’s mine!”
Leo let out a weak, tremulous chuckle.
“She was mine first. Damaged goods now.”
Matt pulled Leo’s head back and rammed it against the wall again.
“That’s not how it works. I am going to take her home, her and the child, and you are going to crawl back to where you came from and never, ever set foot in my city again. If you do, I’ll make you wish you had died today.”
Leo laughed again, even as his broken nose throbbed and his face ached from the damage Matt had caused.
“Has she let you screw her like a dog yet? That’s her favourite, you know -”
He didn’t get to finish; Matt shoved his head into the wall so hard, his eyes rolled back in his skull and he dropped to the floor, boneless and still.
A split second passed and then Matt was running to you and kneeling in front of the chair. He ran his hands all over you, checking, and when his fingers reached the cut on your nose and the soft swelling under your left eye, his jaw tightened. Without a word, he freed the knife he had taken from one of the men and sliced through the flex cuffs binding your wrists and ankles.
The moment you were freed, you launched into his embrace, arms wrapping around his neck and almost knocking him onto the floor. He held you firmly, his body heaving against yours.
“How did you find me?” you mumbled against his skin.
“Not just a lawyer” he said, stroking your back carefully. “I’m Daredevil, beautiful girl.”
You pulled back and stared at him, at the clothes he was wearing, and the black mask.
“Wow” you whispered, and a slight smile tipped the corners of his mouth.
“Really?”
You nodded, leaning against his shoulder again.
“Uh huh.”
Matt gently pulled your head away so he could kiss your cheek, rough stubble scraping your skin.
“Where is Luca?” he asked you.
You bolted upright and pulled him with you.
“Leo’s mother took him, this way” you said, and dragged him by the hand towards the door she had carried your baby away through.
You checked room after room, listening to Matt’s assurances that he could hear two heartbeats not far away. And at last, you found them. Gabriella was holding onto Luca, but as soon as he saw you, he started to pull away, little hands reaching out. You ran, heedless and fearless, and snatched him out of her arms.
“Is my son alive?” Gabriella asked you, her jaw set and fury in her eyes.
You nodded and glanced back at Matt.
“Yes” he said. “And he’ll stay that way if he keeps his filth out of my city and away from my family.”
Gabrielle pursed her lips, but she nodded.
“All right” she said quietly, dark eyes fixed angrily on you. “I’ll make sure he does that.”
Matt reached out and took your hand to guide you through the building and out into the cooling night, Luca the sweetest weight in your arms.
Matt sat with you while you fed Luca to sleep, unwilling to let him go just yet, even when he had long stopped drinking and was instead asleep at your breast. You finally got up and carried him to bed, reluctantly laying him down on his back and watching him stretch out like a starfish.
Matt turned you around, now dressed in nothing but sweatpants, soft and grey, clinging to his hips. He held your face in his hands, bloodied knuckles and all, and kissed your forehead tenderly. Then he began to undress you, slowly sliding your tank top up over your ribs, his fingertips trailing fire in their wake. He dropped it onto the floor by his feet and reached behind your back to free the hooks on your bra, sliding the straps along your arms until it, too, hit the floor and he pressed his chest against yours, quietly reveling in the peace of skin to skin.
Matt’s nimble fingers then unzipped and unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down your legs and over the tops of your feet. He smoothed his hands over your thighs and pressed kisses to the sides of your calves, but left your underwear on, a wordless promise that nothing was expected this night.
He climbed under his sheets and held out his hands to beckon you to follow. You climbed in on top of him and stretched out, your toes touching his calves and your head against his heart. It beat a steady pattern under your ear, lulling you to sleep as surely as the touch of Matt’s hands stroking your hair.
Safe.
Tagging: @succsessions @harringtonstudios @emiemiemiii @moxkindagirl
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Hiii!!!!^^
So I was wondering if you could do HeartsLabyul, savanaclaw,scarabia, and pomefiore with a S/o who is a moth fairy with the same powers like orizaba from Elena of Avalor?
(But they aren’t like nocturnal and their wings won’t burn in the light bc that doesn’t sound very pleasant lol)
I wasn’t familiar with Orizaba prior to this request and it seems like she’s overall a somewhat obscure character, which means watching clips of how her powers work overall on YouTube wasn’t an option so I watched two whole episodes for this. #research
Also side note but I recognized so many of the voice actors??? I didn’t realize that they really went all out for that cast
Scrolling through her official Disney article was also not helpful, but I did learn that one of her powers is literally just a moral alignment assigned to magic so that’s kinda cool.
I also looked into her inspiration and that was fun too. All this is to say I really enjoyed researching this and you have excellent taste I am very happy to fulfill this request
Faith, Trust, and…
Characters: Riddle, Cater, Ace, Leona, Jack, Jamil, Rook
CW// bugs, mentions of potentially unhealthy relationships, rook hunt typical behavior
It is the darkness that beaconed you here, the promise of magics forbidden and of shade from the burning light. Cavernous halls that you could fly high into the air of, forests and rivers nearby to let you connect with nature at whim.
You would never again need to walk with your feet on the dirt, no longer have to tuck away your wings or hide your swarms of moths, shrouded in purple mist. The shadows of this castle that is called a school were at your beck and call, wavering and slinking their way to you when you needed them.
Perhaps, here, it would be easier to fit in. There were plenty of other fae, of creatures detested and revered alike. Bats, Crocodiles, even fire breathing Dragons. Your obsidian wings would blend in nicely, you think. Perhaps this castle of darkness could be a home.
Riddle Rosehearts is not a man frightened easily. He keeps his face carefully painted with a stern expression, or occasionally contempt. He leans his head back so his eyes may look down on others and remind them of their rank. Of his power. In that regard, you are alike. Your prowess for magic rivals each other, forcing the other to become better and better. Riddle is marvelous at a verity of things, but your expertise as dark magic and shadow work makes even him a little fearful. And incredibly jealous. But luckily, since you two are together, you feed each other. Perhaps it could be more healthy, but it is certainly passionate. Sparks fly around you whenever you’re together.
Cater Diamond can’t believe how incredibly lucky he is. Sure, he’s terrified of your power, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t adore you. He finds you stunning, immaculate, beautiful, one-of-a-kind, other synonyms for he thinks you hung the moon and stars in the sky. He can appreciate the serenity of nighttime with you, and he loves to hear the gentle beating of your wings when you get excited about something. You’re together out of affection for one another, and it’s something softer and sweeter than either of you have had before.
Ace Trappola is what could be described as an interesting choice of a partner. He’s somewhat selfish and moody, and refuses to open the fuck up. However, he is the guy you’ll have the most fun with. He’s always happy to see your moths appear to him with a message, and always ready to cause mischief. He’s like a perpetual summer fling, full of heat and chaos and fun. He is the flame you are drawn to, so to speak.
Leona Kingscholar is an outcast in his own right, feeling discarded and lonely in most of his days. Perhaps you two are drawn together from that same feeling, as moth faeries aren’t exactly the most well liked. Your affinity for dark magic doesn’t phase him - his signature spell is of the same verity. You spend long nights talking to each other about everything and anything. He is simultaneously tender and reluctant, soft and jaded, all for you. He is the type of person you choose to be with every day. You both value each other more than anyone else, and it makes you both feel so loved.
Jack Howl is not the type to let someone slip through his fingers. He will fight for you. Whatever you need of him, it’s done. He is your white knight, always around to help you from even the slightest inconvenience. Together you two tend to his plants, and he can’t keep his tail from wagging when he sees you smile. He is dedicated and kind, a ray of sunshine in your darkness. He fears you greatly, but loves you more. He never says anything unkind about what you are, but doesn’t particularly acknowledge it either. He’s a beastman, after all, being part animal is normal.
Jamil Viper was absolutely terrified of you when you met. It took wrapping him in moth silk for him to even look at you, only to find that - hey, you aren’t that scary. Well, you are, but it’s okay. Jamil knows he can handle himself, even if he’s absolutely terrified of bugs, so he reluctantly spends more time around you. He’s a slow and steady partner, and not a particular “romantic” one at that, but he does truly care about you and attempts to show you that. It’s a relationship that fate can’t seem to determine, and neither can either of you.
Rook Hunt is a passionate pursuer of beauty, and was naturally drawn to you. It began as it does with most students - he begins to “hunt” you, studying your movements and habits. When you snatch him in a purple cloud of mist and draw him to you, however, it becomes clear he isn’t the hunter but the prey. He’s incredibly lucky you’re interested in him, or he would be dead meat. He admires every feature of yours - your wings, your magic, your eyes, your hands, your talent, everything. He is dedicated to you and you alone, and he truly shapes up to be a Prince Charming. If Jamil had little romantic aspects, you might suspect that Rook is amassing everyone else’s. Every poem and sonnet in the world couldn’t compare to your love.
#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst mc#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst#leona kingscholar#riddle rosehearts#cater diamond#ace trappola#jack howl#jamil viper#rook hunt#orizaba#elena of avalor
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Can we talk about
How fancy J is?
And not particularly one, ok, like, ALL OF THEM???
I'm gonna talk only about Ledger J and Phoenix J as I adore them equally the most out of all character interpretations, but the animated ones, Nicholson etc., they all represent such CLASS&STYLE through their colorfulness and extravagance, yet they still keep the darkness within them in their appearance as well.
Their clothing literally reflects their identity; there's a plethora of colors, accessories etc., the true chaos, and as we know, J is an agent of it, but at the same time that chaos creates a single whole, where all the pieces perfectly blend in with each other.
J makes first impression of a silly clown with no sense of style hence many wrongly underestimate him to his advantage, but the closer and more attentively we look, the more well-thought-out and, what's even more crucial, the more functional and practical his garment turns out to be.
ISN'T THAT SICK?? LOOK AT THIS--
(He's so happy here I cannot with him-- but no, okay, let's focus now lsnxnsmz)
We've got so many colors here: purple, green, blue, brown, grey and even orange, but at the same time the whole outfit doesn't look flash, You know?
The colors are soft and dusty-like, so they make J look almost normal (as for Gotham standards) as nothing is out of place there thus he doesn't stand out of the crowd, this enables him to easily blend in.
Moreover, the darkness, which is a byword for him, is visibly present thanks to this.
Also, let's pay attention to the big number of layers he wears: coat, jacket, vest and shirt? Isn't that quite a lot?
Stated: N O, because I feel it's not a coincidence either, it's symbolic of the fact that he's more than meets the eye, there's much more to him than he let's us see and that he always has some backup plan, an ace up his sleeve.
It's a metaphore for the comlpexity of everything that makes him "him"; his uncertain past, ambiguous motives of his actions and ideas (so called "messages" ;D), his deep personality which seems to have no bottom or end.
and that - THAT, MY DEAR READERS - is why we find him so interesting, that's why he attracts us so hard and makes us love/admire/respect him.
We never know his next move, plot-twist pursues plot-twist in the reality he creates around us, we don't know what to expect from him as we don't know almost anything about him, actually. We can try to understand and interpret him, but we'll never be sure whether it's true about him or not.
On the other hand, this J is a practical man; many layers of clothing = many pockets and hidden inserts, which provide him with a huge storage room for weapons (mostly his knives), amunition and so on.
I don't know about that, but I have a feeling thick clothing could probably also protect him from injuries...
...and cold, because there's hardly ever sunshine in Gotham and it f*cking always rains there, I'd dress in layers as well if I were to live in that hellhole.
*exhausted sigh* aight, let's move on to the next one: Joaquín Phoenix Joker.
He's just... Aahh. Yeah, basically--
I must quit talking for a sec and show You:
We've got Arthur and J
Now tell me, if You didn't know the movie, would it ever cross Your mind that these two are actually one and the same person?
Cause I WOULD BE OBLIVIOUS AF.
And the reason for all of that is a huge contrast between mr. Fleck and mr. J.
His character reminds me of a caterpillar attending eclosion, like, he had to first turn into a total goo (an invisible man at the rock bottom of his life wearing some invisible colors matching his surroundings: grey for the repulsive pavements, dirty yellowish something for damp patches on the city buildings' walls, dark brown for the trash lying on the streets) so he could then transform into magnificent butterfly loved and admired by many, but also feared by the others (just look at the butterfly's close-up and You'll understand what I'm sayin' :'D)
He literally blossomed in this movie, thanks to falling apart and going mad he got rebuilt and became his true self, finally noticed, finally respected.
Ofc in a terrifying way, losing sanity, killing people and turning into a monster is unforgivable and undefendable.
But, like an animal brought up in captivity and all of sudden released to the wild, like this butterfly, he had to reach his true form, had to become what society made him into - and it is emphasized in the transition in his way of clothing.
I also think his fate was decided the moment Penny adopted him, or even earlier, when he got put in the orphanage - to my mind a brilliant example of fatum motive from Classical antiquity, cockeyed from his very beginning, without the slightest chance of changing his fate, whatever he does or doesn't do, it brings him closer and closer to the inavitable end... which, simultaneously and ironically, is a moment of birth of his new "me".
Aaaaand I got carried away a little with my character analysis again, sorry for that, but hey! It's all written all over his outfit ;))
Arthur is an embodiment of the word "nobody" or, as spoken earlier, "invisible" - he even said "If it was me dying on the sidewalk You'd walk right over me!" and it's true as he actually looks like the sidewalk, like these sleazy streets people turn they sight away from, so he can't be spotted, he uknowingly doesn't allow people to see him.
BUT--
After accepting his new persona he explodes with colors the same way he does with his beliefs and emotions, mostly pity, rage and hate. And as we know, extreme anger is often associated with bright red, which is dominant in his new look. Additionally, red is kings' color and we know Arthur's Joker at the end of the movie is kind of worshipped by many Gotham's citizens as if he was their god and saviour - like the true Clown Prince of Crime he is.
He finally sets free everything boiling inside of him for years of his misery and it spills over his clothes, but it suits him greatly - it's not a total mess, he's at last neat and clean, not unkempt and ragged like before. Everything is well-fitted and thus makes J look more confident and attractive even, the bright colours optically enlarging his figure in comparison to thin, rat-looking loser he was.
So yeah, they both are my favourite for different reasons and their style is just so full of depth and imagery. Gotta love our multihued clowns <3
Now You can see how much You can give away just with the things You wear.
Careful ;))
#dc#dc villains#batman#heath ledger#heath ledger joker#heath joker#ledger joker#joker#the dark knight#the dark knight trilogy#nolan's batman trilogy#tdk joker#tdk trilogy#tdk#christopher nolan#joaquin phoenix#joaquin phoenix joker#phoenix joker#the joker#the joker 2019#joker 2008#joker style#colorful#character analysis#todd phillips#colorful outfit#arthur fleck#jack napier#J
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Where's my fucking teenage dream?
summary:
Last part of this series, two years after the events of the previous part. Logan just finished high school while Janus, Remus and Virgil have been renting a house together since they graduated. Logan decides to move in with them, but adjusting isn't so easy.
Logan is ace but does feel romantic attraction (for Virgil). He doesn't know he's ace, though, so the story involves some self-questioning.
note 1: Janus and Remus flirt with Logan a lot and make advances at him and they also kiss at some points. In my head this was intended as just them being playful but if you want to interpret it as romantic then that's also cool.
note 2: The age gap between Logan and the rest is pretty significant considering their life experiences, but I am not going to point out every single problem with that, I just wrote whatever I thought would be fun. So if you're sensitive to that consider yourself warned.
more warnings: Underage drinking, Smoking, Drug use (only weed) and References to drugs, Referenced sex, a lot of innuendos and stuff, Swearing. i'll add more detailed warnings at the beginning of each chapter.
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Chapter 1
| Next | (the fic is complete now)
words: 1780
warnings for this chapter: self-deprecation, Logan has a breakdown.
Logan struggled to carry his suitcase down the stairs of the small venue. He hoped he had the address right, but he was pretty certain of it by the loud noise of bad punk music and people cheering. The night was dark outside with no sight of the moon over the gray clouds that were gathering outside, and this stairway was somehow even darker.
Some rain had fallen on his walk here, but it stopped minutes before he had reached his destination. His hair and glasses were still wet but he didn’t look too drenched. Still, the guard at the door that was at the bottom of the stairs looked at him weirdly once he made it. Logan smiled awkwardly at him and asked if there was some place where he could leave his bag, hoping he didn’t look too ridiculous in his button-up shirt and tie.
Luckily, the guard let him in all the way to the empty greenroom once he proved (via two year old pictures on his phone) that he was friends with the guys playing tonight. He was surprised the security wasn’t stricter but, on second thought, what else could he expect? It was a tiny basement where sweaty young adults gathered at midnight to get drunk and burst their eardrums, nobody cared.
That thought persisted as he pushed through the crowd, realizing that he didn’t have to worry about blending in, since nobody was looking at any other person that wasn’t on the stage. He turned towards it as well, to find that he was just in time. The last band was picking their instruments up and making way for other performers. Logan watched from the center of the audience as two tall guys stepped on the stage.
The first one wore a long-sleeved ripped shirt that appeared dark blue or purple –it was hard to tell under the laser party lights–, black skinny jeans, and high black boots. He carried an electric guitar covered with stickers of skulls, roses, and band logos. The only color in him was the bright purple his hair was dyed. The eyeshadow around his eyes and his pale skin made him almost look like a skull himself.
The second one sat at the drums. He had a moustache and wore a neon green crop-top without sleeves, showing off the muscles in his arms and his abdomen, and baggy jeans that had more holes in them than actual fabric, allowing fishnets under them to be visible.
Logan recognized them immediately.
He flinched when the thunderous music began, but soon got infected with the energy of the people around him and before he knew it he was jumping to the rhythm with the rest of them. It was that easy to forget the reason he was here in the first place.
The limited time they had ended soon. After a few songs, the pair walked down the stage and music began playing from the speakers, giving everyone a break before the next musicians of the night followed. Logan moved quickly to meet them in the room where he had left his stuff, relieved to see it was still there.
He arrived before the others, who were presumably speaking with the audience and promoting their work. After a minute he watched Remus and Janus walk in.
The three of them made eye contact, the two older guys stopped their conversation and Logan froze. He didn’t know what to say, and began doubting that they even recognized him. But, come on, it had been two years and a half since they graduated, and they were friends! They had to remember him.
The silence broke when Virgil entered the room. “Logan?” he said immediately when he saw him.
“Um… hey.” Logan greeted them with a small wave of his hand.
“Specs! What are you doing here, you nerd?” Remus asked with a smile on his face.
“I…”
“You watched the show?” Virgil followed.
“I did.”
“What do you think? Can we still convert you to the world of actually good music?”
Logan flinched at Remus’ slap on his shoulder but laughed and nodded nonetheless. He was still nervous, more so when he realized Janus was staring at him, as if studying him with suspicion.
“We’re getting pizza right now, there’s a 24/7 place ‘round the corner. Do you wanna come?” Remus asked. He had an arm over Logan’s shoulders and used it to shake him slightly.
“Oh, uh… Sure. I’d be happy to.”
“Cool, let’s go.”
“Just, um,” Logan interrupted as they began walking out. “I’ll be with you in a minute, I… should call my parents.”
The three of them nodded and continued their way.
Logan bit his lip as he looked at the suitcase he brought all the way here. What would he do with it? He had to tell them the truth sooner or later.
After a minute of pondering, he grabbed its handle and made his way out to the street. When he did, his phone beeped with a new message.
“Still got this number?” From Virgil.
“Yes.” He texted back.
“Pizza place is closed. We’re walking home a few blocks down, if you wanna come.” The message was followed by an address.
“O. K.”
Logan sighed, put his phone back into his pocket, and dragged his suitcase along the empty street. Droplets of water were beginning to fall again, so Logan walked as fast as he could. He reached the others as they were leaving a convenience store with beers and snacks.
“Hey.” He greeted them once again.
“What’s with the luggage?” Janus immediately questioned, nodding towards the suitcase.
Logan’s heart skipped, trying to think what to say that wouldn’t sound bad. “I was, uh, wondering if I could stay with you guys for a few days…” He managed to say.
“Why?” Virgil asked.
“Because I wanted to,” he whispered.
They seemed pleased by the snarky response and didn’t question him further, simply continuing their walk home.
“Sure,” Janus said. “We don’t have spare beds, though, but there’s the couch.”
“That’s fine,” Logan struggled to catch up with their pace, as he always had done.
He had grown somewhat taller in the past years. Now seventeen, he didn’t look so out of place with the others, probably just as tall as Janus, the shortest of the group, with a somewhat sharper jawline and bags under his eyes that helped him look more his age. They still walked much faster than his usual pace. Some things might never change.
“Your music is actually good.” Logan pointed out.
Remus laughed. “What do you mean ‘actually’, you little bitch?”
“Well… I think all tastes should be respected, including those for trash and all… But I sort of expected you to stand on the stage and eat the microphone.”
Remus cackled at that.
“God, don’t give him ideas.” Janus said.
“Too late, it’s part of my act now! The people will love it.”
Janus and Virgil groaned as Logan stifled his own laugh.
“How did you find out about the show?” Janus turned back to him.
“Oh… I’m guessing the guys in charge of surveillance at Google are becoming better. I got a poster of the shows happening tonight on my timeline the other day.”
“I thought you didn’t use social media,” Virgil said.
“Twitter might be good to connect with future employers.”
He saw Janus roll his eyes and Virgil raise an eyebrow in concern.
“Don’t you have class tomorrow or something?” Virgil asked. It was Thursday.
Logan felt the droplets of rain wetting his hair becoming more frequent. “No,” he lied. “There’s some kind of event at the faculty and I don’t have to be there.”
Janus scoffed. “You’re getting better at it, sweetie, but you still need more practice.”
Logan flushed in embarrassment. He had forgotten that all of them could easily see through him.
“Don’t worry, kid,” Janus had noticed his distress. He lifted a finger over his grin, “we won’t tell anyone. Besides,” he said as they approached the house, “you’ve graduated already, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Nobody cares about attendance or any of that shit in college, you’ll be fine.”
“I guess.” He muttered.
Thunder made Logan flinch as they stopped at the front door of his friends’ apartment.
“So how are you doing, L?” Virgil asked.
“I’m fine.” Logan answered, not looking up from his shoes.
“Are you, really?” Remus insisted as he opened the door lock.
Remus, Janus and Virgil stepped slowly inside, taking off their shoes at the entrance. Before Logan could repeat himself, a louder thunder shook the air around him, and the storm began fully, falling on Logan as if a bucket of water was just dropped over him.
The three older boys stared at him in concern as he stood frozen, before a single sob more deafening that the thunder left Logan’s lips.
They pulled him into the house just in time before he fell to his knees, desperately trying to control his breathing and press the tears back into his eyes. It didn’t work, Logan was crying like a baby and wishing he was still outside, where the sound of the storm would be louder than his sobs and the water falling would disguise his tears.
He hadn’t cried like this since he was… four? It felt so stupid, but he couldn’t stop it. He hid his head between his knees, covered his ears with his hands, and hoped the ground would eat him and spit him out on the opposite side of the Earth, even better if that happened to be at the bottom of the ocean.
Virgil stopped Remus from touching Logan in an attempt to comfort him, None of them knew what to do, but trying to avoid startling him seemed the safest course of action. Remus then brought Logan’s suitcase inside and closed the door, as Janus went to get a towel. Virgil attempted to talk to him but Logan wouldn’t hear, just repeating “I’m sorry” over and over.
Once Janus got back, Virgil warned Logan about the towel, before they gently laid it over his shoulders. They all kneeled on the floor with him, waiting for him to tire himself out and reassuring him. They tried to keep their distance to not overwhelm him, but it wasn’t easy in such a narrow hallway.
After a while, the sobs died down into sniffles and Logan’s breathing became even. He felt too ashamed to look them in the eyes, but he managed to lift his face and see the three of them sitting around him.
“So,” Janus spoke softly, “do you want to tell us what happened?”
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Comparing The 2022 Chery Tiggo 8 Pro And The Haval H6
Ask any seasoned motoring scribe about their first Chinese car experience and the story is likely to be an amusing one. Early examples hailing from the country were usually met with derision — with styling that was clearly ripped-off; substandard interior quality, poor refinement and the general sense that you were getting a product that would not last a fortnight.
Oh, how we sniggered at early entrants like the Chery QQ3 and Great Wall Motors (GWM) Steed. Yes, they were cheap (but for good reason). And their safety credentials left much to be desired. There were other shockers, from various brands (many short-lived); like Hafei, GoNow, Meiya, Foton and DFSK, among other handles.
But nobody seems to be laughing at the Chinese in 2022. Manufacturers like Haval, positioned as the upmarket end of GWM, have set local sales charts ablaze. And the latest wares from Chery, now reinvented with a new brand identity, are not to be scoffed at. This week we are zoning in on two contenders with sights set on the C-segment sport-utility vehicle (SUV) market. The Chery Tiggo 8 Pro and H6 are bringing the fight to nemeses from Germany, Japan, France and South Korea — and in impressive fashion.
Our testers range in price from R504,900 (H6 4WD Luxury) to R546,900 (Tiggo 8 Pro Executive). The latter vehicle represents the highest tier in its range, while the H6 has a flagship in the form of the Super Luxury grade, costing R539,900.
Looking the part
Resplendent in a shade of eggplant emoji purple, the Tiggo 8 Pro in Executive grade makes quite a statement. Its toothy grille — adorned by myriad metal pins — trumpets the arrival of the SUV. This octagonal centrepiece, with the Chery emblem right in the middle, is what you would call ornate.
And you will find shimmery embellishments bordering the air-intake ducts and lower front bumper valence. Some have described the stylistic flavours of this Chery as American. You can see what they mean, in cues like the Jeep-esque rear lights. It was the subject of lusty stares during our test period. Partly because of its considerable newness, partly because of its inherent presence.
While the Haval H6 has been around for nearly a year, it too garnered its share of admiring glances. You could put some of this down to the interesting, chocolatey shade, unusual amid a sea of blander shades.
The Haval in Luxury trim seems to have taken a more Teutonic line to its aesthetic makeup. At night, with its rear light bar that spans the width of the tailgate, you might even mistake it for a Porsche Cayenne in the distance. Like the Chery’s, its countenance has a formidable gaze, with a hexagonal grille, slim headlamps and sharp-pleated bumper. Derivative in certain areas, perhaps, but neither vehicle could be described as unattractive, by any means.
Premium experiences
You will struggle to find any blatant evidence of cost-cutting in the cabin of the H6. Its design theme is one of modern minimalism, with certain aspects reminding one of a contemporary Volvo execution. The luggage space with the seats up is 447l and 1,485l folded.
Aside from a single, thin panel of switchgear, the central fascia is devoid of buttons. Gear selection is performed via a rotary controller. Complementing the 12.3-inch touchscreen infotainment screen is a digitised instrument cluster. Both rate well for clarity of display. While the materials employed are of a good standard, the ambience is a dour one; with dark materials and drab silver accents.
Conversely, the Tiggo invites you in with a blend of warm, toffee hues, sumptuous upholstery with quilted stitching, superior seat padding and front head restraints with folding outer sections, like those in a Range Rover. It feels genuinely cosseting and far more upmarket than the price tag would have you believe.
No doubt about it, this Chery is a true class act in the area of interior design and perceived quality. There is another ace up its sleeve, being a seven-seater, compared to the five-seater Haval. With the third row up, luggage space is a paltry 193l. Fold the third row and you get 892l. Put both rows down and you can cart a massive 1,930l.
Pleasant road manners
You could be forgiven for approaching the driver’s seat of the Chery Tiggo 8 Pro with bated breath; lest the outward style and refinement give way to the limited substance under the skin.
Ride quality is fair, if slightly on the firm side, with a 235/55/18 wheel-and-tyre combination offering a substantial footprint. Driving the car over shoddy backwater road surfaces at launch early this year, my impressions were a little less favourable — but the highway-munching capabilities and town-cruising manners on this occasion seemed far more pleasant.
One area of criticism that remained, however, was the brake pedal feel, akin to stamping down on a piece of damp wood. Travel is short and all the anchor strength is located at the very bottom, making it tricky to modulate smoothly. This is something owners will grow accustomed to in time. Another quirk was the tunnel vision rear-view mirror, which is unlike any we have ever experienced in a modern automobile. It can cause a headache. Ground clearance is a reasonable 196mm.
The steering in the H6 is much lighter than in the Chery and the brake pedal feedback is more progressive. It also rolls on 18-inch alloys, shod with rubber that boasted a larger sidewall profile (60mm); but narrower width (225mm). Its road manners are well resolved, but the Chery just seems to offer an extra layer of polish when it comes to the damping of imperfections and suppression of exterior noise. Best drive them back-to-back while shopping to gauge your own bum-in-seat impression. Ground clearance of the H6 is notably lower, at 170mm.
Power play
But the H6 punches back in the engine category, wielding a larger 2.0-displacement with an output of 150kW and 320Nm. It delivers its grunt in a more relaxed fashion, with power transmitted to all four wheels via a seven-speed, dual-clutch transmission, that operates in a quick-witted way.
The Chery also uses a seven-speed, dual-clutch transmission, but makes do with front-wheel drive. Like the unit in the H6, its four-cylinder engine is turbocharged, although the capacity is notably less, displacing 1.6 litres.
Its motor is good for 145kW and 290Nm, erring on the strained, coarse side when kick-down overtaking moves are required. Now consider the prospect of trying it with the other six seats in the house occupied. By the end of the test week, the H6 showed an average consumption of 9.5l/100km and the Tiggo 8 Pro displayed 10l/100km.
Toy story
Holding the lock button down on the key fob of the Executive-grade Chery revealed a neat party trick: remote starting. It is one item in a veritable goody-bag of standard features; including a 360-degree camera, keyless entry and start, adaptive cruise control, a panoramic sunroof, full-LED exterior lighting, dual-zone climate control (with an independent system for the third row), electrically-adjustable front seats, voice control, a top-notch Sony audio system and wireless charging.
The Super Luxury version of the H6 would be a closer match to the Tiggo 8 Pro Executive in terms of the complete specification. Although the H6 Luxury, while one tier down on the hierarchy, is hardly lacking in amenities. It also has LED exterior lights, a 360-degree camera, electric seat adjustment (driver only), a panoramic sunroof and adaptive cruise control.
Both models have pre-collision warning systems with autonomous emergency braking, lane-departure warning, blind-spot detection and traffic sign recognition. The H6 goes a tad further with the inclusion of lane-keeping assistance, relying on mild steering interventions. As for safety, the duo is equipped with six airbags, anti-lock brakes, electronic brake-force distribution, electronic stability control, traction control, tyre pressure monitors and ISOFIX child seat mountings. The H6 earned five stars when it was crash tested by ANCAP. The Chery earned a five-star C-NCAP rating.
Service plans and warranties
The Tiggo 8 Pro has a 10-year/1,000,000km warranty — with terms and conditions of course. It applies only to the first owner of the vehicle and is not transferable. A five-year/150,000km warranty is issued alongside this, in addition to a five-year/60,000km service plan. The H6 gets a five-year/100,000km warranty and a five-year/60,000km service plan.
Final thoughts
Aside from serving as positive examples of what the Chinese motor industry is capable of, these models are hugely competitive when viewed alongside segment rivals. Yes, they have their quirks. But so does everything else in the field.
The value aspect cannot be disputed. For prices equivalent to the entry- or middle-grade offerings from competitor stables, the Chinese alternatives offer specification levels of a high-end, premium product.
Take the Volkswagen Tiguan, for example, a category pioneer with a well-established reputation. It starts with a base price of R547,900 — and R671,700 for the seven-seater Allspace. Add options to the level of the standard equipment in one of our Chinese cars and those prices will inflate dramatically.
Judging by their sales volumes and sightings on the road, Haval appears to have earned market acceptance. Chery will need a bit more time to attain a similar level of equity, but it would be safe to say that with its current crop of products, the firm is headed in the right direction.
So, we can recommend the Chery Tiggo 8 Pro and the Haval H6 quite easily to anyone asking. But which would we declare the overall winner in this duel? That honour goes to the Chery — its standard seven seats, sumptuous cabin and cosseting feel helped it edge a little further. This was a close one.
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Article found on https://www.timeslive.co.za/motoring/
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My Personal Tier Chart Ranking of Some Classic Rock Bands
Here are the bands listed, in order of their ranking:
ABSOLUTE LEGENDS THAT WILL NEVER BE TOPPED EVER (my absolute favorite groups):
Queen
Electric Light Orchestra
ABBA
Styx
Jefferson Starship
The Beatles
Toto
Heart
(Paul McCartney and) Wings
Fleetwood Mac
The Doors
Hall and Oates
Genesis
Yeah!! Really Good!
The Cars
Foreigner
The Eagles
Duran Duran
The Scorpions
Led Zeppelin
Uriah Heep
Van Halen
The Doobie Brothers
Bad Company
Huey Lewis and the News
Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young)
The Raspberries (I've always been partial to them since Jim Bonfanti, the drummer, is my great uncle)
Manfred Mann's Earth Band
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
America
The Police
Creedence Clearwater Revival
REO Speedwagon
The Alan Parsons Project
Supertramp
Cream
The Guess Who
Yes
The Moody Blues
The Little River Band
Ehhhhhhhh They're Okay:
The Rolling Stones (never really got myself into them but I do like a few of their songs, including Miss You, Jumping Jack Flash, and Paint it Black)
Rush (still trying to get a little more into this band since I've discovered some stuff of theirs that I really like, also the late Neil Peart is a fantastic drummer and although Geddy Lee's voice takes some getting used to, he doesn't sound as bad as many people make him out to be)
Kansas
Aerosmith (I honestly find them overrated and overplayed, especially freaking Dream On and I Don't Want to Miss a Thing, although I do really like Same Old Song and Dance, Back in the Saddle, and Angel)
Pink Floyd (I now like them a little more than I used to, when I thought they were incredibly bland, and I think the album The Wall is a masterpiece)
The Who
Deep Purple
Grand Funk Railroad
Steve Miller Band (I hear their hits WAY TOO MUCH on the radio, especially The Joker, which I positively fucking hate, but they honestly aren't too bad, and their stuff from the late 60s, like Space Cowboy, is definitely overlooked)
Thin Lizzy (The Boys Are Back in Town is my favorite of theirs atm, I haven't really found anything of theirs that lives up to that but I still enjoy listening to it)
Steely Dan
Jethro Tull (a lot of their songs are pretty decent, and if there was ever a hard rock band that could masterfully blend in the flute, then this was it. Locomotive Breath still slaps)
The Yardbirds
U2 (again, never really got into them, although I love Bono's voice)
Journey (ISTFG if I hear Don't Stop Believing one more goddamn time I'm going to rip the whole radio out of my car and toss it out the window. But seriously, I would have genuinely enjoyed that song if they didn't overplay it to the point where it's grating on my ears. I never was a huge fan of Journey in general, although I do like Stone in Love, Who's Crying Now, Girl Can't Help It, and City of the Angels (my blog's namesake!))
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Tom Petty (RIP)'s voice has never been one that I've absolutely loved, but he still did put out some great songs, like Breakdown, You Got Lucky, Mary Jane's Last Dance, and Refugee)
Don't Really Like But Will Listen To (and by that, I mean I only like one or two of their songs, or if I'm stuck in a waiting room or something and genuinely don't have a choice)
AC/DC (never really liked their sound, only song of theirs I genuinely like is Highway to Hell, although I think Angus Young is a fantastic guitarist and Bon Scott was one of the greatest rock band frontmen, it's a shame we lost him so soon)
KISS (all their songs except for Beth pretty much sound the same and it's pretty irritating, although I still find them listenable. I do like I Was Made for Loving You, but that's pretty much it)
The B-52s (Love Shack is one of the cheesiest and most obnoxious songs I have ever heard and I immediately change the station when it comes on. A lot of their other stuff isn't really enjoyable for me either, but I do like Roam)
Bon Jovi (Livin on a Prayer is right up there with Don't Stop Believing as one of the most overplayed and annoying 80s anthems ever. Along with that, I just never really liked their overall sound or Jon Bon Jovi's voice, although I do like Runaway)
Lynyrd Skynyrd (Simple Man and What's Your Name are okay but I just never really cared for this band. I also can't take Sweet Home Alabama seriously anymore because of how it became meme material)
ZZ Top (I never really enjoyed their sound that much, I also can't take them seriously anymore because of how my mother once said they looked like a group of child m*lesters)
The Beach Boys (their musical catalogue is almost purely 60s surfer corniness and that's not really my cup of tea, and I don't really like that many of their songs to be considered a fan. I do love Good Vibrations and Little Saint Nick though)
The Monkees (I just never really got into this group to the point where I genuinely enjoy their music, sorry)
The Kinks (Catch Me Now I'm Falling may be the only song I enjoy by them, really. Also, I think Lola is incredibly obnoxious)
DO NOT LIKE, PERIOD:
Guns and Roses (sorry, but I just cannot get past Axl Rose's whiny, screechy vocals, and I want to rip out my eardrums whenever I hear anything by them, especially their cover of Live and Let Die and the two songs they always play on the radio, Welcome to the Jungle and Sweet Child O' Mine)
Dire Straits (I just do not like the sound of this group at all, I'd much rather be listening to music from Sesame Street)
Talking Heads (they're just awful IMO, and Burning Down the House is one of my least favorite songs from the 80s)
Red Hot Chili Peppers (again, awful and really tacky)
The Ramones (I never liked their sound, and from what I've heard, all their songs are repetitive and bland and they sound really unenergetic, but maybe that's just me)
**Please keep in mind that this is solely based on my opinion, and I don't expect any of you to agree with me 100%. Please don't be rude when replying or reblogging, thank you!**
#there are a few bands that technically aren't rock in there#i intended for this to be just classic rock originally but then abba got swept in there#and since they are one of my all time favorite groups I couldn't help but add a few more pop groups in there#there's also not a lot of hair bands in there since i'm not a hair band person#classic rock#im not tagging all the bands
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#nonbinary#asexual#aromantic#yarn#wool#pride#i am very pleased with myself#even though the enby and aro ones bled into the white#could have blended the ace purples more
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Flowers for Requiem (Purple Lilac)
Author's note: another in the series, but focuses on ace from yokai au!
Characters: Kitsune!Ace Trappola, Reader
Warnings: yandere behavior (as it is a yandere au!) nothing graphic but best to be aware anyways!
Ace Trappola - Purple Lilac - love
He can still feel the first moments after he met your eyes, the primal feeling of belonging settling to his flesh and rooting the existence of love to his veins. It fed off of any sense he had beforehand, and independence until he could do nothing but kneel at your feet. (he wouldn't have it any other way.) It's an addiction he craves, one hell gladly let's destroy him.
He remembers sometimes the days he wondered if he needed a master, the thoughts seemed sacrilegious in your presence. But as he feels the bright red rope pull into existence, hard twine unbreakable and so hot in his hold he knows that this is why yokai live and die for their master. This desire roils in his gut to give you the world, the high of being by your side was all that he needed (this was all that he'd ever know)
It's a cool day in hell when you break when the world forsakes your presence and steals you away from them. He can hear the wailing behind him, the screams of fire and brimstone, and the sobbing of blood to the earth. (he cannot listen, all he can hear is the murmur in the air with your voice. It says find me, find me.) (and he'd always do anything for you.)
He thinks this is when the cracks start to appear, like a mirror reflection mocking its owner. His sanity will never be quite the same (but it doesn't matter, not when you're gone.)
Time blends into a disconcerting mesh of hours, days, years, months as he stares into the mirror, the gate that might (must) lead him to you. (he cannot remember, he cannot care because time does not deserve to continue without you.) Sometimes he wakes up and convinces himself it's been only a few hours and your spirit still lingers in the wind. (It's still far too long.)
His once tail multiples to five, to other kitsune it symbolizes power and pride (to him it means he's failed you for far too long.) He can feel the fire burning in his bones from the heavyweight on his back. His fur is matted and on the worst days, he debates on clawing them from his skin. (He hates what it means, he hates that you aren't here, he hates that he wasn't enough.)
It's on one of his worst days, and perhaps from his desperation welling into his chest and pouring into the gate when he finally catches a glimpse of your skin. The symphony unheard reaches its peak as your laughter sways from the mirror and coats his body in a familiar euphoria. (found you he found he found hefoundyou-.)
Disgust curls in his gut as he watches another him, unworthy skin ruffling your hair. (How dare he assume his face and treat you as if you were equal when you deserve so much better.) He doesn't deserve you, he doesn't deserve the place by your side and the rage builds up as tears well in his eyes. (and maybe he hates him just a bit more because he resembles the little one-tailed fox that held his master's cooling body and not the monster with 5 tails who locked himself away.)
Ah, but don't worry master, he'll be with you soon to erase all those who don't give you the proper reverence for existence. But first, he needs to compose himself and freshen up, he can't allow you to see the pathetic mess has become. (it'll be ok because you're here.) be sure to praise him a lot when he makes it over ok?
Bright blue eyes burn from the mirror as if to ask him what took so long?
The rope burns his skin, rough against the burns from the days he almost choked himself in search of your touch underneath the collar of the school's uniform. He relishes in the pain of it, even as it grounds him from the high of feeling you again. He can hardly see past the daze of his mind-numbing relief, but he knows better than to reach out. (to caress you, to be caressed with anything about you just to absorb the fact that you're right here again.) He can hear you stumble down the stairs and he can see the other Deuce (another unworthy existence taking the face of his own) grab your arm roughly and he almost growls. Be more gentle, he wants to scream, don't touch them like they're just anyone. Your gaze turns to him and he wonders if this is how it feels to melt.
“Ace! You usually don't wake up before us!” Ah, it's been so long since your voice has graced his ears (he loves it, he loves you) he almost could cry. He smiles( a little dopey and he can see Grims teasing smiles perched from your shoulder). (Sneaky cat, he should have known that he would follow you anywhere.)
“Well I decided to change something, so you know, get prepared for the day.” He encircles an arm around your waist to fit you snugly to his side, his tone is too soft but he can't bear to talk as roughly as his doppelganger. The other Deuce makes a startling noise at his action(the other Ace must not be so affectionate, honestly it's a waste he was alive-) It's been so long since he's touched you so give him just a little leeway for right now, please? Your laugh tastes sweet and he's halfway sure syrup is dripping from his ears as you tug him to a class. He'll get the others soon, but for now, just let him have this.
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Simeon and Ace MC
There were many questions you had for the people around you. It was expected, really, when you were suddenly thrust into a new world. Demons were real? Hell was different? Why was everything made with bats? You weren’t a religious person, but the questions continued to pile up. Heaven was an actual place? Could you walk on clouds? Simeon indulged you every time with a small laugh and a shake of his head. Most were answered with simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’s. Some needed a cup of tea and a quiet corner.
It’s where you found yourself now, hands wrapped loosely around one of his Celestial blends and a plate of cookies separating your steaming drink from his as you sat at the small table in his room.
“Do you guys have-” The questions you had today were silly, random ones you’d been making a list of for a day you both had free. They’d blended one into another and branched onto other topics and ending, usually, in a fit of laughter. You were relaxed in his presence and his confidence and openness, that you’d forgotten yourself.
“Have what?” Simeon’s smile from the previous question about a room made of cotton candy was still on his face. You didn’t want to see it leave. There was something so soothing about him. An air he seemed to hold around himself that was, not familiar, but made you feel...safe. To be yourself. Your whole self. And you’d wanted to know if what you felt was the same after all.
But this wasn’t an appropriate question, at least, not out of the blue like this. You disliked it when others nearly interrogated you with their questions and confusions as they barked question after question about your feelings. Weren’t you doing the same?
“-parts.” Simeon’s bright eyes and soft smile brought the word falling from your open mouth and you felt your face heat up. That wasn’t the way you wanted to ask, either.
“I’m sorry?”
You hid behind your mug and took a long sip, brunt tongue be damned, to stall for time as you tried to recover from the mess you were making of this already. You took a cookie, too, and turned it in your hands without actually eating it just to keep from meeting Simeon’s eyes.
“You know, like..” Your face was burning up now. “Like baby making parts.” If you didn’t know God was real, now, and that he had no issue with striking anyone down, his own favorite angels included, you’d wished to be smitted right then and there.
You tensed, waiting for Simeon’s scolding and you snapped your head up at his laugh. You found him leaning back in his chair, a hand on his stomach as his shoulders shook with the sound.
“Are you asking me if angels have reproductive organs?”
You bit into the cookie. “Maybe.” It was muffled around the taste of chocolate.
His chuckles subsided and he leaned forward again. You risked another look up and was surprised to still see his eyes bright and interested. “We do.”
“You do?” Crumbs scattered to the table top in your surprised gasp and you quickly flicked them away. Simeon nodded, mouth twitching as another round of laughter threatened to overtake him. “I thought-”
“That we wouldn’t? I’m never sure whether to be surprised or not when others find out. We’re living beings after all - and the main purpose of any being is to continue life, isn’t that right?”
“Does that mean you, um...” You’d already embarrassed yourself already with the first question. “Do you use it?” You cleared your throat. “Do you have sex?”
“I don’t believe there’s anything saying I can’t.”
You sat up straight. “But the B-”
“Is a book.” You blinked. It was the first time you’d heard something other than a light ring to his voice. He said it quickly, and bluntly, and folded his hands in front of him. “If your next question is about whether it’s taboo in the Celestial Realm, it’s not.”
“Oh.” It had been one of your next questions, it was true, but not the one that you wanted to ask. You shifted in your seat. “Can I ask something else, then?”
“Of course. You know I save times like these for you and anything you might need, whether it’s simply company, cookies, or questions. I’ll answer anything I can for you.”
Simeon’s words didn’t make the twist in your gut any better, but it did help to soothe your nerves. “What if...what if someone has reproductive organs. Ones that worked and there wasn’t anything saying that they couldn’t use them. But they...never wanted to. Not that they choose not to, you know, have sex, just that they’ve never really thought about it?”
You’d dropped your hands away from your team to fold them in your own lap, tapping your thumbs together as you spoke. It wasn’t a question about angels anymore. Or about the Celestial Realm but you hoped Simeon could have an answer nonetheless. It was quiet and you wondered if you’d get one.
You heard Simeon take in a slow breath.
“There’s nothing wrong with that either.” You clenched your hands. “Not everyone is the same. Having differing thoughts and feelings is what makes each of us, well, us. Some people like the color green. Some people like purple. Some like to engage in sex and others are indifferent.”
“But doesn’t that me-”
You felt a touch on your arm and flinched. Simeon’s hand, light on your wrist. stayed firm. “It makes you you and nothing else.”
“People say-” You weren’t sure why you were arguing now but you couldn’t stop it. Even Simeon had sex. If angels did it why couldn’t-
“Saying things such as that doesn’t make it any more real. You’re not what they say. You’re wonderful and loving in your own way. There’s more than one way to express yourself, and I enjoy every time you do. I’m fond of you for you who are, right now. Don’t wish yourself to be different - otherwise you’d be someone else.”
Simeon squeezed your hand. “And I’m not sure I’d enjoy spending as much time with someone else as I do with you.”
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me simeon#obey me mc#asexual mc#mc is asexual#my writing#obey me fanfiction#obey me shall we date fanfiction#these just keep getting longer and longer lol
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Hey I'm not sure if readings are open now, so feel free to ignore if they're closed, but can you do what you think bts will do for their weddings? Like will it be big and formal or small and spir of the moment. Thank you I love ur blog and all your readings just feel right if that makes sense!💛
I love this so much???
Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation~
Seokjin
Sun and starseed.
Right off the bat it's gonna be lively and full of jokes and fun
Very light
Leaning a bit towards traditional
Maybe a bit...extravagant?
Like the outfits and decorations will be very cool
Probably a lighter color scheme or some fun pop of color!
Probably all the friends and family come so it big but not BIG
Probably a really fun reception with great food and I wouldn't be surprised if it was in a venue that has a nice outside?
Even outside tbh
I could definitely see it happen in the summer time!
Just so nice and inviting
Maybe on the beach
Yoongi
Ace of cups, death, chariot and take a break
I pulled death and was like ??? Imma need some clarity on that
Now it makes sense
So cute and lovey and he probably wrote the most heartfelt, emotionally raw and beautiful vows known to man
Formally informal
The experience itself at the ceremony almost transports everyone to a whole new plane of existence lol
Like everyone in the room is 100% drawn into the intensity of the moment
The wedding might not happen in korea
Think destination wedding/ in a place that isn't korea
Very relaxing and just cozy, lovey and nice reception
Obviously lots of fun at the reception too but yoongi and his newly betrothed are just in a world of their own
A darker color scheme
I could see him and his betrothed both wearing black
Wouldn't suprise me
It's a bit untraditional but so very them
I wonder too if the ceremony itself might utilize a mesh of traditions?
You know the music would slap.
Definitely smaller and more intimate
(What if yoongi wrote a song to preform??? Or the members made a song without telling him and they suprise him???)
Maybe in an old building or something with a beautiful view.
Hoseok
HOBI
The lovers and align your self
So romantic
Like every cliché kinda romantic
He 100% cries
It would be very hobiesque?
Like its cliche and everything but in a hobi kinda way
Probably a romantic color scheme??
Twinkling lights and dreamy vibes
Pretty traditional and formal at the ceremony
Hobis reception would be so crazy fun
Infections laughter
Dumb childhood stories
Nostalgia
Just so much happiness
It's the shit you would see in a movie
Probably a wedding hall or a "classic" wedding venue
Namjoon
Lol
2 of wands, 2 of cups, queen of swords, council of light
All these came out together
2 of cups is romantic partnership so I think honestly it's so centered around him and his betrothed just being in love that they wouldn't care what the wedding was like?
Like I'm sure they'd care but it's the kind of, "I don't care as long as you're by my side" kinda thing
Very future oriented? So I think they get married simply bc the legality of it? Like by the time they get married, it's like they've practically been married for a long time before that
Maybe a bit spur of the moment
Very straightforward
Idk about where yall live but in America you can just go to the courthouse and be married
So... that might be a thing
Or just a very simple, no fanfare kinda wedding
Maybe a very natural color scheme?
Jimin
Omg
The star, two of coins and awakening
So jimims wedding is an EVENT
and I think it will be a blend between him and his partner you know?
Like, so extravagant
I feel like everyone would want an invitation
A lot of people but still exclusive
Big but exclusive
Not a cheap wedding at ALL
It's very much the most libra wedding the world could think of
Gold and black would be a good choice
It's very much something for people to look at but also very sweet and delicate too
Bold and delicate
Luxurious for sure
I wouldn't be surprised if jimin had 2 weddings?
Like one to actually be married and say the honest vows
And one for the experience and spectacle of having a fantastic wedding
It's extra and so so so fairytale meets bad and boujee
So charming too?
Like it is in no way obnoxious, it's just an experience!!
A cool ass venue or an absolutely decked out wedding hall
Taehyung
Cute
Strength, play and the fountain
Everything you could ever dream of tbh
It's very beautiful and might even influence a new generation of wedding culture?
Like the wedding will be traditional ish but very... modern? Like morphing the beautiful traditions with some newer and unique things
So very tailored to him and his person
Probably a nice uplifting atmosphere
Very romantic and joyful
So. Much. Fun
Dancing and singing and the whole 9 yards
The fountain card is about oneness and being absolutely awake. It's not having to search anymore because you've found it
I honestly don't no what else to say
It's just a beautiful and perfect wedding
Probably not a million people but its full of the people that have been important to them in whatever way
Like, the people that are ment to witness it
Marriage is definitely something special and almost spiritual at this wedding.
Really nice
I would like to think its at a farm or a wedding hall
Jungkook
Three of cups, four of cups and get grounded
Very chill
Definitely with family and friends and not many more people
Everyone is enjoying and celebrating and being themselves
The ceremony might be pretty traditional or formal but it's kinda like when jk had his school ceremony and he was all nervous but everyone was cheering him on
Could also be an informal "wedding" at a Vinyard
Very close and comfy and just love
Sharing an important moment with important people
Maybe sings a song
Maybe plays pop punk and edm at the reception lol
It's just so nice
Wouldn't be surprised if purple was in the color scheme
Definitely lots of drinks to go around as well!
Everyone cries
Maybe an outside reception or even an outdoor ceremony?
I think fall or spring would be the perfect time for his wedding!!
Very familial
Very nice
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