#envisages

[dragonslayer-secretagent-a]

NATSU FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU SEEMED TO HAVE SKIPPED SEVERAL STEPS.

#Oh my god he do think him and Lucy are gonna have kids in the future #Wait a second just wait a fucking second #Does it mean he already envisage a future together fir theem #Thats a lot of info ahhjkk #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #fairy tail 100 years quest #nalu #ft 100 year quest spoilers #ft nalu

[jim-jam-gem]

Mobius is all of us.

#speedy mobius because literally what the shitttt #that episode! #I love it #and I hate it too but in a loving way #the ANGST #such potential #I am envisaging all of the fanfic #time travel is my jam #loki #loki spoilers #loki s2 #mobius #owen wilson

[sscarletvenus]

haha the us first veto was to protect rhodesia.

the second veto was to defend israeli attack on Syria.

the third and fourth veto was to maintain South African occupation of Nambia and apartheid in South Africa.

and now the us vetoed UNSC resolution for full UN membership of Palestine...

#how typical #“While envisaging the destruction of imperialism #it is necessary to identify its head #which is no other than the United States of America #gaza #palestine #free palestine

[arcadebroke]

link

#@n0isivy #n0isivy #envisage :: evangelion 2023 #design #neon genesis evangelion #nge #art #graphic design #character design #anime #evangelion #color #style

[cynicalmusings]

i think u have a good grasp of xiao’s character. how abt… the prompt “to play with fire” and xiao? — @milkstore

As the old human saying goes, ‘To play with fire risks getting burned.’ It serves as a warning against recklessness, overconfidence, arrogance; the aspects of man’s nature which goad us on to flirt with danger. 

To Xiao, the saying is meaningless. Why should one concern themselves with fire when they have already been burned beyond repair? When their skin is so charred, so coated with ash, that they feel nothing of the flame’s heat? When they are too used to the pain and the crumbling remains that it no longer bothers them at all?

Only once in Xiao’s life did he ever ‘play with fire’. It was not a matter of recklessness, though he supposes he should have been more careful; nor one of overconfidence—well, he admits he should have known better; or of arrogance (though the notion that he could trump the passage of time was nothing short of arrogant in hindsight).

The only time Xiao played with fire was for love.

It had been with a mortal. That was his first mistake. He knew how fragile mortals were; how quickly their lives came and went like a shooting star blinking across the sky, how they barely ever survived to a mere century. 

But he had been younger, then—foolish, then—and for a bright, shining moment, he had dared believe that maybe, somehow, this would not end in death like everything else for him did. That maybe, somehow, you would live a life long enough to spend with him.

Of course, Xiao had been wrong. 

The second mistake he made was letting you in. Once he let his walls down for you, he never wanted to build them back up again. He wanted to let your fingers roam his sharpest edges, cradle his softer ones, let you see and know every part of him as he laid his soul bare before you for your eyes only: the strong, the weak, the beautiful, the ugly. You did this, and you loved him, and he thinks he will never forgive you for it.

Building his walls back up again had been such hard work.

His third mistake was loving you back. 

If he had been playing with fire, then you were the flame: the one which warmed him, nurtured him, and ultimately left him colder than ever when you left, leaving nothing behind except for blackened, grey scars in Xiao’s mind where bright memories had one been.

After this, he learned why humans had their odd sayings, such as ‘to play with fire risks getting burned’. It was to prevent kindling that spark of pain before it could blaze into an inferno and consume everything in its wake until all that was left was ash, heartbreak, and skin too numb to ever feel again.

Xiao’s final mistake was that he learned it too late.

#when i first received this ask i didn’t envisage myself writing angst but there we go #i haven’t written proper no-comfort angst for too long #this was so fun #sent: milkstore #r answers #genshin impact x reader #xiao #xiao x reader

[amr-alterhuman]

My envisage shifts are so common for me that before I found the term, I kept questioning if it was aurashifts but that never felt quite right to describe it. I'm so happy I found the term envisage shift to describe my experience because it is an accurate term for it.

#alterhuman #alterhuman identity #therian #cat therian #black cat therian #domestic cat #cat theriotype #theriotype #feline therian #feline theriotype #envisage shift #therian shift #therian envisage shift #envisage therian #envisage #therianthropy #therian things

[shakeskp]

Oui, bah, et alors, mon premier chapitre fait 3 500 mots et le deuxième 7 000 ? Et le troisième 4 700 ? Qui en a quelque chose à faire que les chapitres soient à peu près cohérents sur le nombre de mots ? Personne ! Voilà !

#It was only a kiss la fic où y'a même pas de bisou #du moins à 22 500 mots y'a toujours pas de bisou #et on est pas prêt d'en avoir #oui j'avais besoin d'écrire 25 000 mots de background avant d'arriver à la partie où on peut envisager que peut-être il y aura un bisou #j'arrive pas à croire que le deuxième chapitre est aussi long T_T Ils font que parler !!! Il y a 5000 mots de conversation !!!!!! #ah bah on pourra pas dire que ça communique pas cette fois #blabla

[amarriageoftrueminds]

daydream about an AU where will & hannibal are transported back in time (yes overdone I know)

decide on an arbitrary age for will

look up what hugh dancy looked like at that age

realise the sight of him would give hannibal some kind of coronary event:

#au idea #hannigram #twink dancy #seriously I cannot envisage any version of hannibal seeing THIS ^ #that doesn't result in a brain malfunction and/or page long monologue about will's ✨beauty✨ #delivered internally while hannibal stands frozen like a startled meerkat 😶 #(...before presumably blurting out that will smells bad 🤦‍♀️) #EVEN WORSE imagine it's also will in murder husband whore-mode... #where he KNOWS how gd fine he is and that he has hannibal wrapped around his little finger?? 😩

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hi! I am a sucker for hc where Levi is illiterate when he first joined the scouts, tried to hide it from everyone but eventually Hange notices..LEVIHAN FLUFF ❤️✋💀

This was an awesome ask! Thank you so much for sending it to me. I love writing canonverse, especially when I get the chance to work in a hc amongst the source material. I added some of my hcs for Hange too. Hope you like it - let me know what you think! A World Without Words Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 1632 words Canon universe

A hush had settled over the Mess Hall, broken only by the occasional clinking of cutlery and low hum of voices. A pair of fresh recruits were heatedly debating a topic in low, urgent tones. The newly-appointed leader of Second Squad sat staring into an empty tankard. On the far side of the room Hange had taken a lone seat at one of the long, wooden tables. Their hands were clasped upon the tabletop; in front of them a plaid tea towel had been draped over two dishes. Eyes alight, they spied Levi as he entered through the main doors. Slyly, and without turning their head, Hange mapped his progress as he crossed the hall towards them.  

“Evening, Levi!” they began animatedly before he had even reached for the backrest of the closest chair. “Now, I know this dinner is seriously overdue, given how long it’s been since your first expedition…”

Levi scraped his chair against the flagstones noisily, causing several heads to whip around in their direction. 

“...I’m sorry that I couldn’t afford anywhere more fancy! My measly wages just don’t stretch that far,” Hange laughed. “But luckily, I was able to save us -” Theatrically, they flung back the plaid cloth to reveal two floral-patterned plates bearing thick slices of flaky pastry, each deep-filled with cold offcuts. 

“The last two pieces of pie!” 

“You needn’t have gone to any trouble,” Levi said in a low voice. “I’m not hungry.”

Hange’s hand dropped to the table in defeat. “So much for that then. I guess I could always give the other slice to Moblit…”

Levi took a seat beside Hange, one arm leaning on the table’s edge. “You brought those papers, right?” 

“Right! The purchase order forms.”

Hange reached down to retrieve several crumpled sheets, a pen nib and a small well of ink from their bag. They pushed the plates aside and laid the materials out between the two of them.

“I’ve been curious since you mentioned it, Levi… what exactly do you need these for?”

Levi leaned back so that his elbow rested on the back of his chair. “Well… since I’ve been made Captain, it means I’ve gotta sign formal papers, right? Let’s just say someone suggested I take a look at a few examples.” 

“Ah, then say no more!” Hange brought the top sheet closer, tracing the lines of cramped, untidy scrawl with their finger. “The item you’re ordering goes in this column, reference or serial number if needed in the second column, and then the cost goes here.” Their finger travelled to the bottom of the paper. “Then you need to sign and date it before it goes to Erwin for approval.”

Hange sat back as Levi pored over the contents of the page. “Do you use the same form for everything? Food, equipment - things like that?”

“The same type of form, sure, but you would order food provisions separately to, say, housekeeping supplies or weaponry.” Hange pushed their glasses further up their nose. Levi’s brow was furrowed in concentration as he read, his mouth silently shaping the letters. Hange felt compelled to offer an apologetic shrug.

“This one is for specialist equipment,” they tried meekly. “The top row says ‘microscope.’ It’s not easy to read thanks to my bad handwriting!”

Without reply, Levi shuffled the papers so that a bank sheet was placed beside Hange’s order form. His expression, if anything, grew more intense as he dipped the pen into the inkwell. Hange glanced around the sparse hall, listening to the scratching of Levi’s writing amidst the murmur of voices. It was only as he drew to a sudden halt that Hange looked down at the page. They were astonished to see it empty.

At first, Hange wondered whether the pen nib had finally broken. It was one they had long meant to throw out. But - no - Levi had only managed to produce a few disjointed letters before the pen had come to a rest, point-down on the page. His arm was trembling as he pressed the nib down hard. The metal buckled, threatening to snap. 

“Levi!” Hange grabbed the tea towel to mop up the ink which had spurted onto the paper. “Stop - you’ll tear a hole in it!”

But Levi was still glaring, the pen clutched in his whitened fist. All of a sudden, Hange felt like a fool. They removed the towel, twisting it upon their lap as they sought for a tactful way to address the obvious, but unanticipated, obstacle which lay before them. 

“Sorry. Perhaps one of Miche’s reports would have been easier - clearer -  to follow.”

Hange swallowed uncomfortably, the heat rising in their cheeks. 

“No.” Levi’s voice was calm, at odds with his squared shoulders and stiffened arm. “It’s not the handwriting.”

“Then… I’m sorry that I didn’t make the connection.” Despite their desire to avoid any further embarrassment for him, Hange could not help but scrutinise Levi’s writing. “I’m sure things in the Underground were very different when it came to education…”

Levi met their enquiring gaze, his eyes narrowed.

“I can read and write. I know the words I need,” Levi dropped the pen upon the table. “But when it comes to certain technical words like these…” He gestured at the paper. “...they never mattered as much. In that place, you didn’t need to know how to spell to go on living.”

“That makes sense.” Hange’s own shoulders relaxed a little. “Perhaps you never had a formal education, Levi, but you have combat skills and street smarts. You’re good at reading people.” 

Levi scoffed bitterly.

“Believe me when I say that Erwin doesn’t hire leaders based on their literacy levels.” Hange regarded him warmly over their clasped hands. “Not when they have so much more to offer.” 

Levi held their look for a moment before he glanced away uncomfortably. 

“And in the meantime, I can help!” Hange took a fresh sheet of paper from their bag and passed it to Levi for him to etch out a copy of the three columns.

“For instance when you write ‘grapple hook,’ ‘grapple’ has the ‘l’ and the ‘e’ the other way round.” Hange watched as Levi carefully transcribed the correct spelling onto the sheet.

“Underneath you wrote ‘gas’ before you stopped. Is that for a new batch of gas cylinders?”

Painstakingly, Levi copied each letter as Hange spelled the second word. They continued in this way until Levi had populated the columns. 

“I bet you picked all this up from books, huh Four Eyes?” Levi lifted his hand to check his penmanship. The letters were a little uneven and spaced out. Like a child’s writing, the dark ink glistened from the exertion of pressing the pen nib a little too hard against the paper. “Tell me you weren’t huddled under the covers each night, reading until morning?”

A wistful smile appeared on Hange’s face. Then the light dimmed in their eyes.

“I wish…” When they laughed this time, it was a hollow sound. “... but we didn’t have books at home.”

Levi placed the pen down. Hange lowered their hands to grip their knees, their gaze averted to the tabletop.

“I managed to get a couple of books from a trader in town. They were black market goods. I thought I’d hidden them well enough but my parents found them and burned them.”

Levi raised his eyebrows.

“Wallists,” Hange explained in answer to his surprise. “They were simple farming folk. Small town people with small minds. They were wary of outside influences and with good reason too. Each week came reports of disappearances, killings… the inescapable fates which awaited those who asked too many questions.”

They gave a small sigh.

“My school, like the others, banned all books other than those which were government-approved. We weren’t allowed to read for ourselves, think for ourselves or question what we were being told. It was all so -” They brought their fist down upon the table, sending the long-forgotten plates of pie clattering. “- infuriating!”

Levi’s mouth hung slightly open.

“We never really had books in the house either,” he admitted. “I remember there was one that Iz-” He stopped himself. Hange said nothing, for Levi had not so much as uttered the names of his two closest friends since their first disastrous expedition almost one year ago. 

Levi drew a breath and continued.

“We didn’t have much… what we did have was either traded or sold.” He rubbed an eye with the heel of his hand. “I can’t even remember what it was called now. I think it had a horse on the cover? Guess it’s just another lost thing.” A faraway look had come into his eyes.

Before Hange could offer comment, Levi seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts. He took up a fresh sheet and, laying it by the side of the first, began to copy out his lines neatly. Hange watched in quiet amazement.

“But look at this improvement already! I’ve never seen such progress before!” They gripped Levi’s shoulder.

“Careful, idiot! You’ll jog me.”

Hange released him and continued their proud observation as Levi dipped the pen in the inkwell. “Your writing is so neat, Levi. In a few more tries it’ll look as professional as newspaper print!”

Levi completed his final line slowly.

Above, approved. Levi.

“No thanks to this mess of a report.” Levi glowered at Hange’s original document. “...but I do owe you for the spelling lesson, at least. Thanks Hange.”

“Hmm.” Hange tapped a finger against their chin. “How about this then? You treat us to dinner next time. Call it payment for my tuition?”

Levi managed a husky laugh as he stood and gathered the papers into a pile.

“Let me think about that, Four Eyes. For now, I’d better go hand these in.”

#writing asks #asks open - send me your headcanons however brief or detailed! #levi ackerman #hange zoe #they/them pronouns for Hange #levihan #It's easy to imagine that Levi wouldn't have much practice reading or writing unless it was absolutely necessary #they talk about maths in ACWNR and Isabel comments that food > numbers and learning in the underground #or something along those lines #and it's canon in the Smartpass stories that he wanted to see examples of reports to work on his penmanship after he got promoted #so there are these little details out there #there's nothing on Hange's parents being Wallists - that's all me #I envisage that this is where they get their curiosity from #because no one else was ever bold enough to ask the important questions #attack on titan #snk #my writing

[lithobates-sapiens]

self-portrait for therianthropy day! envisage edition

my main is watermarked but it works

#expressing how my envisage shifts sort of look like to me #these are the only shifts I experience so I consider myself mostly nonshifting #irl frog girl :)) #nonhuman #otherkin #bullfrog therian #frog therian #therian #otherkin art #therian art #alterhuman #kin

[snowdice]

got inspired to reread all of labeled again by you popping up on here and (as always) it was a great decision! virgil and roman’s antics are going to get 100 times worse after the events of “best laid plans” so rip to their parents!!

XD The Virgil and Roman roommate era is about to begin! Can't wait for the new mini fic collection. XDXD

#adriana answers #labeled universe asks #envisage asks #ooo what is that? #a new tag? #;) #this is not a #sometimes labels shift ask #but you don't know that yet

[short-horse]

Today's envisage shift was hand hooves while I was at work today. Even though I didn't get the phantom sensation to go along with my brain "seeing" my hands as horse hooves I still didn't want to manipulate things normally. Strong envisage shifts with no phantom sensations can still affect how I want to move and do things if it involves a body part I do have, unlike say a tail or ears. One part of my brain was like "I can't write with that pen." and the other part is "Of course I can, I percieve my fingers just fine." And all the while I'm switching between pushing things around with my hands flat , grabbing with my wrists if possible, and doing things as per usual because there's no sensation of a hoof where my hand is, just a really strong mental image/expectation. It's wild.

#therian #therianthropy #horse therian #horsekin #envisage shift

[a-dragons-journal]

Love it when I wake up and while lying in bed realize my brain is parsing my legs as digitigrade and scaly and while wiggling my toes under the covers just kind of go "...that's... incorrect, but sure I guess, that's what we're doing today"

(And then actually get out of bed and see the actual legs and feet and well! that's not dysphoria, but it's for sure incongruence. sure, this might as well happen.)

#otherkin #dragonkin #rani talks #journaling #it's not even phantom it's literally envisage without phantom which is fucking wild

[aestherians]

The funny thing is, some of my phantom limbs (when I do have genuine ph-shifts, which is, admittedly, rare) are textbook supernumerary phantom limbs. I feel like I have an extra pair of arms because, y'know

Which is the exact kind of SPL most studies seem to describe?? I could call them "phantom arms" but that doesn't really take away any of the confusion with PLS. Might as well just call all of it phantom limbs.

#usually i just have envisage shifts and vague tingling sensations #but genuine full phantom shifts do happen

[thisbluespirit]

Jane Austen, Missing Presumed Lost, Most Wanted edition

I was intrigued by the other poll, because surely there were some other feature films (as opposed to TV versions) released prior to the 90s, aside from Pride and Prejudice (1940), but there really don't seem to be. Even the BBC seem to have been slow to adapt some of them at all.

Anyway, to use my brief and dodgy wikipedia-based research for something, which lost Austen TV adaptation would you most like to see if someone could just find it stashed in their attic?

#jane austen #book adaptations #burninated telly #period drama #pride and prejudice #emma #persuasion #1950s #1960s #this is all that wiki has at any rate #the 1948 appears to be a tv film rather than a mini-series #the 1967 is apparently available online #but never released officially in any way #(as a dw fan i'm having a hard time envisaging tryst as darcy but one-off dodgy guest appearances in who are often highly unreliable #as to actorly quality) #i'm a bit outraged at the lack of cinema adaptations now #where is my great but highly dodgy 1970s brit film austen adaptation of at least one of them? #why isn't there an overwrought 1930s or 40 northanger abbey? #why did it take so long to adapt na or mansfield park anyway? #polls #ahem.

[izzystizzys]

the usual izzy gets surprised by not having had menopause yet and a baby trope but adding in a twist: it happens pre-canon and by the time he gets unceremoniously dumped off the ship, he’s known for at least a month

just. increasingly tense izzy, who not only has to deal with not being able to keep anything in his body and worse nausea than he had even in his first week on a ship, but also can’t sleep marinating in the familiar coldness between him and ed that suddenly grates all over again. who’s forced to contend with the idea that something might finally force them out of this stalemate, and he doesn’t know if he wants that really or what outcome scares him the most, and it makes him pissier than a rabid cat soaking wet most days

and then it happens anyways, in an entirely different way that didn’t even require izzy to voice all of his fears and lay bare their problems, because stede fucking bonnet did that with his mere presence. no need to admit to his fear of being abandoned now, is there, is all he can think bitterly over a mug of fucking water of all things in jackie’z.

#ofmd fic idea #edizzy #kind of #my steddyhands loving brain wants it to end up there but idk how #in my angstridden mind this can go several ways #obvs he still sees jack and obvs the prick knows immediately #now: does jack run off and tattle or stay and help? #either way in my mind izzy has lost all will to fight his way back to ed’s side via navy fuckeries in this #discovering he has other priorities than ed now is a shock to him more than anyone #anyways option one jack still makes it onto the revenge drunkenly ripping ed a new one in the most incomprehensibly strange way #halfway through he’s like oops you’re not supposed to know that izzy’s pregnant! #ed: izzy’s pregnant???? #jack (sweating): i didn’t say that #which brings on a merry goose chase because izzy is a wanted man in his own right #and also not in the mood to talk to anyone #option two: jack does NOT scurry off to the revenge #i envisage ed still going ham in this bcs one he discovers functioning without izzy’s shit and two there were issues there brewing already #years later the crew (slowly but steadily piecing itself together) raids a ship and finds a screaming five-year-old in its brig #completely impossible to miss that she is an exact carbon copy of ed from the hair down to the scowl and eyes and- #well it’s very unsettling is all #as are the promises that if they don’t help her her papa will disembowel them all #‘a toddler should not know that word!!!’ lucius insists #meanwhile izzy going insane having temporarily commandeered jack’s current ship in search of his beloved daughter #comedy of errors type thing where the revenge crew are forced to become temporary babysitters to the absolute hellion raised by izzy hands #truly only he could create such horrors (affectionate)