#this is how my triad can still win

[sad-endings-suck]

At the end of season 1 of Blue Eye Samurai, Mizu and Taigen and Akemi have all essentially turned away from one another to individually find themselves.

I wonder if at some point they will all return to one another, and be able to fulfil their respective wants and/or needs together instead of apart.

#this is how my triad can still win #bes spoilers #blue eye samurai spoilers #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #taigen blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen x akemi #mizu x taigen #mizu x akemi #takayoshi x akemi #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai season 2 #blue eye samurai headcanons #bes netflix #mizu #taigen #akemi #polygamy to the rescue once again: solving 70% of all shipping debates (yes that is a true statistic ofc why do you ask?)

[theold-ultraviolence]

Hello my loveeeeee

I come bearing Aemond thots

So we know Aemond is observant and a man of few words so in relation to his wife I think he would have sooo many feelings about just the littlest things he notices about her but he can't figure out how to say it I imagined he's tried to a couple times but it didn't come out right poor thing

So he started writing her letters almost daily even though they see eachother every day just so he can get his words out 🤍

Whispers Unsaid / Part II

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

A/N: CEE. When I tell you I've never ran to write a prompt THIS QUICKLY, I think I'm breaking a personal record here. This is the sweetest, most precious and unique concept ever and omg I hope I did it justice. Thank you for indulging me and for letting me explore more of Aemond!! Title is based on the song 'Hail to the King' by A7X, which is also the album that has been inspiring me when it comes to him. CW: suggestive language, no explicit content. Words: 2k.

“What are you doing, husband?” 

You sigh from your spot on your shared bed, with an outstretched hand in search of his touch, only it lands beside you on the empty dent where the warmth of his form still lingers. 

It’s late, and Aemond’s back is towards you, with his long hair cascading behind him like the silvery moonbeams that reflect on the ocean just outside of King’s Landing. Straight and stoic as always, he sits, illuminated by the triad of candles sitting on his desk as he’s calmly scribbling away on paper. 

He stops as soon as he hears your quiet calling, and only turns halfway to grant you a little smirk.  “Just some writing. Go back to sleep.”  

“Just some writing, he says...”

He huffs out a quiet puff of air that’s just Aemond’s way of laughing, and you consider it a win. 

At the beginning, the silence had unnerved you; it puzzled you, to be the one to take up the mantle between the two of you and prompt the conversation out of him for seldom did he utter a single word. It’s like Aegon had claimed all the bark upon being the first one to leave their mother’s womb and left no words to spare for Aemond or Helaena. 

But in time, you learned that that’s just the kind of man that Aemond is, and it does not mean that he despises you, as you’d first believed as a newlywed, being one in need of affirmation to be at ease knowing their care is reciprocated.

Having been betrothed to Aemond had proved to be a blessing, despite it being a political arrangement. You’d grown too fond of him, too attached to his scent and the weight of his body against you. You’d often think about what would’ve become of you, hadn’t you been matched with someone as caring and devoted as he. 

Albeit eternally silent. 

So you made it your own little game, to try and pry a smile out of him with your quips, or a sigh of contentment with your caresses, anytime you could. This little laugh you treasure, as it’s a sound as rare as a King without a crown, or a Valyrian without a dragon

“May I enquire, your grace, if it’s something appropriate to share with your lady wife?” 

You speak through a teasing smile and a giddy heart over the sight of his shoulders visibly relaxing and a dimple surfacing along the lines of his sharp jaw. 

“Whispers unsaid, I believe,” he murmurs cryptically, and isn’t that the understatement of the era. 

Everything that Aemond utters to you is restrained, often biting his tongue when he sees you changing into your dress in the morning, or walking down a stairwell while lifting up your skirt, like a proper princess. You wonder what he thinks of you, what passes through the intricate maze that is his mind, whenever he’s helping you put on a piece of jewelry, or tying up the laces of your slippers or squeezing your hand in his in a crowded room.

His gaze is the loudest, while his lips refrain from speaking. 

And it is indeed far too late for either of you to be up, hence why your eyelids are dropping regardless of you aching to keep admiring Aemond, so you give up on coaxing the conversation out of him and ultimately mutter, “come back to bed, husband.” 

“I’ll be there in a moment.” 

You huff in a childlike manner, inching closer to his spot on the bed to absorb the remnants of his warmth, to inhale that characteristic scent that emanates from the crown of his head, imprinted on the pillow. 

“You know I can’t sleep without you,” you dare confess. Only in the hour of the owl did you let these kinds of truths spill. 

It’s true, you cannot. Not when your lives are marked by unrelenting stress, impending danger. He’s your anchor, at the end of the day. In his arms you seek the safety and softness that you need after so much endurance and you dread the moment he’ll be yanked away to war. 

He nods and finally joins you, immediately cradling your face to his neck before his arms envelop you. 

In a dreamy haze, you mumble, “one day you’ll have to tell me all about what you write…is it fiction? Is it prose? Are you writing about how you secretly despise your wife?” you yawn, making him humm amusedly before he’s lulling you to sleep by tracing his fingers all along your spine until you’re no longer conscious. 

– 

First you hear all the clattering noises about the room before you fully awaken, and the next thing you register is the lack of a firm body against your own under the covers.  

Groggily, you call for his name, over and over again and louder each time until a pair of hands frame your face and thin lips tenderly plant themselves on your forehead. 

“What’s going on?” you’re greeted first thing at dawn to a room bathed by shadows except for his sapphire eye, as bright as the sun.   

“Off to clean up after Aegon’s messes, as always.”   

“When will you be back?” one of your hands joins his atop your cheek as your brain tries to process what he’s saying, and you’re hit with the realization that he’ll be away from you for Gods know how long.  

“I’ve no way of knowing. But I promise I’ll come back to you as soon as I’m able.” 

“Promise me,” you plead, staring intently at his right eye and feeling the tiniest bit of relief when you see it twinkling with affection. 

He nods before his touch leaves your face until he’s got a hold of your hand with both of his, depositing something right into it that he seals with one final kiss.  

“If you need me, my lady, look under the dresser. There’s a chest there with something I think you might enjoy.”     

You realize there’s a key dangling from a silver chain left in your open palm.

Before you can even question him, he gives you one last longing stare,  and leaves out the door. 

His last message doesn’t fully sink in as you’re more preoccupied with burying your head in your husband’s pillow.

And it isn’t until the end of this day – an excruciating one without his presence – that you kneel down to retrieve a heavy treasure chest made out of fine silver, which unlocks by the turn of the key that had been resting around your neck. 

You bring it with you to the bed to study its contents, soon to realize that it contains piece after piece of paper, with dates inked on the corners, going back as far as the day you were officially married. 

Your heart takes on a galloping beat as you read, as you go through each of Aemond’s secret letters to you. 

“My lady, we are officially wed. I am eternally grateful to my mother and father for having agreed upon bethroding me to you. I’d had my eye on you for a long time. I’m almost certain they noticed for I’m not entirely discreet – aiding their final decision. I look to the fates that have been bestowed on the rest of my family and while I would have fulfilled my duty with honor, I am relieved and overjoyed that I get to be by your side until the end of our days. The only thing that frightens me is you becoming bored of my existence. I know I’m not the liveliest of princes, but I hope I can convey the affection that I hold for you in the best way that I can. You are the loveliest in the whole court – in the whole kingdom. I’m most fortunate to be yours.” 

“Dear wife, you drive me wild. I wish there was a way to bottle up the sound of your laughter and your moans. It’s exquisite. I wish to keep it, turn it into an elixir to help me soothe the stress of my days if you are ever not around. Please, never stop whispering in my ear, never stop cutting your giggles short for fear of appearing childish. I yearn to hear you, I aim to please you, to make a home right in between your legs so you’ll always be pleased, and in turn, I’ll get to hear you. You hold utmost power over me, and you don’t even know it.” 

“My darling, it’s the little things that make me adore you, so. The way your body elongates when you stretch out your limbs, first thing in the morning, and how the sun forms a halo around your hair as it peeks through our blinds. The way you lick your lips when I’m changing clothes after training, or when I step inside our rooms after a bath. It’s the intensity in your loving gaze, looking at me as if I still had both of my eyes – how you’ve never recoiled from the sapphire that replaces one of them. But I especially love the way your body curls around mine when we’re together in bed. I want to keep you that way, forever in my arms.”  

Your heart swells with each letter and some even manage to heat you up from inside out, igniting a coiling around the pit of your stomach that has you all flustered like the young maiden you no longer were. 

“Wife of mine, your beauty is truly sublime, at every hour of every day, no matter what garments you wear. Although I’m most keen on the kinds of dresses that are tight at the waist and make your breasts all plump and inviting. I both relish to show you off at court so that everyone can see that you’re mine, but loathe how the Watch Guards ogle at you. You’re mine, mine alone. Your every curve is mine to hold and fondle. Only I get to see what’s underneath. And that, my lady wife, is my preferred state to see you in. Naked before my eyes alone, sprawled on the bed with your legs opening up to welcome me in. It’s sublime, I repeat. How tightly you cling to me, how intensely do you pulse around my girth while your nails claw at my back. The day I lay on my deathbed, by Gods, I wish to see such a sight as I take my final breath.”  

You’re poorly fanning yourself with your palm while walking a frantic circle around your room as you’re turning Aemond’s words around in your head.

So this is what goes through your love’s mind. 

So this is what he’s been keeping from you.

There’s a whole universe contained in his mind that he can only let out through paper and ink. And now you’re even more desperate to have him here, to hold him and dote on him and compensate for all the words that fail to come out of his mouth when they're so eloquently handwritten.

On this night you don’t sleep. You’re up ‘till morrow comes and the air is crisp and you’ve gone through every single one of his letters – landmarks of your rather short time as a wedded couple, and pieces of the puzzle that used to be Aemond’s perception of you. 

You’re still deeply immersed in your frenzy, for five more sunsets and sunrises until finally, you hear the lock of your bedchambers turning, and in comes your husband, bruised and battle-worn and perplexed for a second as you’re immediately on him, wrapping yourself tightly to him and peppering kisses on the corner of his lip until he catches them with his mouth. 

“I love you, husband.” You exhale. 

After a moment he replies, with the first full grin you see on his face without saying anything whatsoever.   

Though that doesn’t trouble you anymore.  

You simply return his key and eagerly lead him to his desk where he finds a brand new stack of the finest paper, blank and awaiting to receive his next stream of thoughts.

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[its-time-to-write]

Hi!! I absolutely love yo he fics talk about carrying the Jamie tartt fic community 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

could you please write something about like the Richmond team being out at a bar and someone kissing Jamie and reader seeing and the chaos that ensues, hopefully with a happy ending but I trust whatever you want to do 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Haha hey, thanks! I write because I have a lot of things in my head, so thanks for enjoying it and for requesting!

Also I literally hate looking for gifs because I can never find the ones I want

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

“Why did I let you drag me here?” you ask your absolute best friend the whole world, “I hate bars so much!”

Colin grins. “It’s good for you to get out of your flat and into the real world for a change. You’re getting all pasty.”

“I am not!”

You can’t help but catch onto his infectious mood. He’s still happy after scoring a winning goal, so he and Michael convinced you to go out with them even though it was almost a whole week ago. 

You and Colin had grown up together, kicking the football around his backyard until age ten, when you declared you were never playing with him again because he was “unbeatable.” 

You hate losing. 

You two had been inseparable, even at university. Colin was more outgoing, what with football and all. You were too, in your own way, but you hated bars. And going to the club. You said it was too many drunk, sweaty people but both Michael and Colin promised that it would be fun this time. 

“If I have to go, you have to go,” Michael had said to you. 

You had groaned, but acquiesced. You’re not too sure of your decision anymore, especially because of how many footballers are present.

The last time you were out with them, one of Colin’s teammates had taken it upon himself to flirt with you the entire night. And he flirted very well. Like, so well that you went home that night incredibly flustered. So well that it now occupied a permanent place in your brain. You played the moment he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear on repeat in your mind, like a tab on your laptop that you couldn’t bring yourself to close. 

And you told fucking Michael, who told fucking Colin, who then teased you about it mercilessly until you swore you’d tell the press about the Incident when you two were ten.

Colin shut up after that. 

Actually, that’s not entirely true. You’d go out to coffee and he’d say, “Saw your footballer today,” and you’d say, “He’s not MY footballer,” and Michael would ask, “Then why are you blushing?” so you’d respond, “I’m not blushing, it’s just hot in here, alright?”

Anyway, you’re at this fucking bar filled with fucking footballers and you catch yourself looking around the room for one in particular, and Michael catches you too. He doesn’t say anything, just winks at you and pulls Colin over to an open booth. 

You tell Colin all the time that you like Michael better than him. It’s because Michael knows the meaning of the word discretion. 

“I can be discreet,” Colin says. 

“And I can play football,” you reply.

Michael says you two bicker like a pair of siblings. He’s not wrong.

Right now, though, you’re not bickering. A few of Colin’s friends are filling in the booth. Sam slides in first, then Isaac, and then finally Jamie. 

Michael is sitting opposite Sam, then Colin, then you. 

You’re all squished in, ordering drinks and food, swapping stories and laughing like you’ve known each other for ages. 

You suppose you sort of have. 

You’ve known Colin the longest, obviously, but the next one is Isaac. You met him shortly after university because he was always around Colin. You met Sam once he signed for Richmond, and Jamie when he domineered the little triad of him, Isaac, and Colin. 

You really didn’t like Jamie. 

You told Colin all the time that he was a prick and a bully, but Colin wouldn’t listen. 

It actually was the cause for one of your biggest fights. You two didn’t speak for three months. 

Then Roy head-butted Colin and Jamie was gone, and you’re sure there are other details in between but whatever the case, Colin was at your doorstep with takeout and an apology. You watched Look Both Ways and argued about which was was the best. And that was that. 

When Jamie showed back up, you were less than thrilled. 

“If you fucking act like that prick again, I’ll fucking sabotage this date,” you had said. You were setting up Colin with a friend of yours named Michael. You didn’t know him incredibly well, but you had a lot of mutual friends who absolutely adored him. You were pretty sure he and Colin would click but you didn’t want Colin to act like a douche again. 

He didn’t. It worked out for him. 

Jamie knew who you were to a certain extent, which you suppose is why he was flirting with you that night at the club. Your distaste for him was evident, but you felt so uncomfortable in that environment. You were sitting alone, trying to make yourself invisible, when a tipsy Jamie found you and began to make it his mission to get you to a) smile and b) not hate him. He succeeded at both, as well as secret mission c) make you blush and fall madly in love with him. (Not that he knew that option existed.)

But he did that with all the girls, so you tried not to let it go to your head. 

It did anyway, which is why you’re sitting in this booth in this bar trying not to look at his perfect face for to long and pretending you don’t notice that his foot is resting next to yours under the table. 

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” he says, pushing himself up. You can’t help but notice the glint of his thin gold chain and the way his shirt hugs his bicep. Colin pokes you under the table. 

You look back to the group and try to immerse yourself in the conversation, but you are far too distracted. Your eyes keep flicking to Jamie. 

Jamie, as he orders a drink. Jamie, as he laughs to the bartender, Jamie as he… kisses a fit blonde girl in a tight skirt?

You look back to your table, eyes fixated on the chips in front of you. Oh. You suppose that settles things then. 

You close the tab in your mind and try to muster up some of the old dislike you had for Jamie. It’s not really working, because all you can think about is how he drunkenly waxed poetic about your eyes and told you he had liked them even when they were angry. 

This is the first time you’ve seen him since that night, so it’s not like it’s that big of a deal. What were you expecting, for him to soberly declare his love? Maybe Colin had over-hyped the way he said Jamie had asked about you the next day. Maybe he was exaggerating when he said he caught Jamie looking at the picture of you and Colin from uni that Colin had taped to his locker. 

Maybe you were looking for something real in someone who was just looking for the next good time. 

It doesn’t matter though, because it was just a crush. That’s what you tell yourself as you get up and tell the table you’re going to get some fresh air. “Too many sweaty boys,” you say with a nose wrinkle, and a squeeze to Colin’s hand that means I’m feeling anxious and need cold air. 

You’re breezing out the door by the time Jamie returns, hair slightly tousled and frazzled expression. Michael and Colin exchange a look.

—

Meanwhile, you’re outside freezing just a little bit. The cold air is a welcome shock to your system, so you don’t mind the way you’re shivering. You take a deep breath, envisioning your lungs expanding to the point of popping. Your breath comes out in a whoosh, and you feel the anxiety beginning to dissipate. You stand, back against the bar wall, puffing cold air into the sky for a long time, tears welling in your eyes but refusing to fall. 

You’re outside so long, that when the door opens and you hear footsteps coming toward you, you’re sure it’s Colin or Michael coming to make sure you haven’t been murdered. 

“You plannin’ on freezing to death?” asks a voice that is neither Colin nor Michael. The owner of said voice leans against the wall next to you, mirroring your position. He’s so close you can feel heat radiating off his body, but you’re not quite touching. 

You shake your head. “No, I’m not,” you hear yourself saying, “I just got a little anxious and the cold air is good for me, so… here I am.”

Jamie makes a concerned hm and nothing else. He just stands there next to you, not touching but still too close. 

“Why are you out here?” you ask, breaking the silence. “Thought you’d be inside. Looks like you met someone interesting. She might be missing you.” 

There’s no malice in your tone. You’re just stating facts as an observer. As a friend, maybe. The only thing that colors your words is just a hint of sadness. You’re sure Jamie won’t register it. 

He grimaces and shakes his head. “Ain’t my friend. Some fan who thinks it’s fucking cool to kiss a footballer. Weren’t paying attention, otherwise I could’ve blocked it. I fucking hate it when that happens. It’s like, they don’t even see me as a real person. Just a sexy lad they can do whatever with.”

You chuckle at the way he says “sexy lad.” It reminds you of the way he had told you he had been a “wee sexy baby.”

“That fucking sucks,” you say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize, otherwise I wouldn’t have said it like that.” You’re taking deep, calming breaths, still trying to get rid of that anxious feeling. 

Jamie just shrugs. He makes no indication that he’s going to continue speaking so you ask, “So, is that why are you out here, then? Is it to get away from her? Because if anyone should have to leave, it’s her. Pretty sure we could talk to someone and get her kicked out.”

You shiver, cold air beginning to seep through your coat. Jamie closes the gap between you, his bicep pressing against yours. You stifle another shiver, this one not from cold. 

“Nah,” he replies, “that’s not why I’m here. Wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Oh. That’s weird. “Why didn’t Colin or Michael come?”

Jamie shrugs again. “Colin said some shit about fuckin whatever and Michael said the same fuckin shit, so…” he trails off. 

You look up at him. “Jamie. You’re not making any fucking sense. I don’t know if it’s the cortisol flowing through my body or if you’ve had too much to drink, but you have got to be a whole lot clearer.”

That seems to get his attention, and bring him back to the reality that you two are outside, in the fucking cold, and he’s chatting with you as if nothing is wrong. 

Jamie puffs out a breath, watching it coil into the air. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, then settles on: “I ain’t drunk.”

You’re still looking at him. He’s right. He’s stone-cold sober. 

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. Colin said that you’d probably rather see me than him so… I dunno, I fucking came out here. I’ve been thinking about you ever since the last time we talked.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, and you’re grateful for the night sky. You keep taking your deep breaths. 

Jamie continues, “You flirted with me for fucking five seconds, and it’s like- I forgot you hated me. Didn’t care about anything anymore, you just smiled at me fucking one time and I felt like I was floating.” He stares at the sky. “I fucking hate talking about feelings and shit, and you’re basically Colin’s sister, so I figured I didn’t have a chance. But I’ve been fucking head-over-heels since the first time you glared at me.”

You’re pretty sure this is an anxiety hallucination. That’s a thing, right?

Jamie is no longer staring at the sky, but looking at you. He breathes out a laugh. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make it weird.” He moves to go back inside but you grab his arm. 

“Jamie,” you say. The look on his face when you say his name is so hopeful, that you feel your heart shatter and reform almost instantaneously. “Jamie, you- you like me? You came out here because you like me? And that’s why you were drunkenly flirting with me last month?”

“Yeah, yeah it is.” 

Your hand is still on his arm, and you’re standing face to face. You’re still breathing heavily, but so is he. You slowly run your hand up his arm and cup his face. He’s staring at you, mere inches apart, as you stand on tiptoe to reach his lips.

He kisses you back with the hunger of a starving man, arms wrapped around your waist the moment your lips make contact. You’re pulling each other closer, forgetting the freezing cold, when you hear an, “Oi, boyo.”

It’s Colin and Michael, walking out from the bar, headed home. 

You and Jamie break apart and Colin points to him. “Break her heart, Michael and I will break your fucking legs.”

Jamie grins and nods, and you just roll your eyes. You’re going to have to tell them everything, but right now they’re walking away and it’s fucking cold, so Jamie’s pulling you back to him again to pick up where you left off. 

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[polliwoggers]

would you believe I sat down five days ago intending to iron out gijinka designs. and then these horrible cats appeared on my screen instead. truly deplorable behavior if you ask me

more info on these cats and their world below the cut. FYI its kind of long

Nightstar - longtime leader of DreamClan, known for his grim efficiency and penchant to orchestrate complex plans well in advance. Also, very full of himself. Has been leader for as long as anyone can remember, but is not open with the Clan about how many lives he has remaining. Does not speak to anyone of his communication with StarClan; not even his deputy or the medicine cats.

Nightmask - deputy of DreamClan and son of Nightstar, for whom he is named. It is just as confusing as it sounds, and neither the Clan at large nor Nightmask himself are all too fond of Nightstar's vain naming decisions. Nightmask is fully confident in his ability to lead the Clan when his time comes, but something about his father having funnelled him into this leadership role from kithood makes him... nervous. Not that he'd show it, of course. That would be weakness. He is a fast and nimble fighter.

Tansyclaw - technically the primary medicine cat of DreamClan, but rarely partakes in healing. Has a vast knowledge of herbs and poisons. Only took on the medicine cat position for the political power it would net for him and his suspiciously close friend, Singlesky.

Acornshine - functional medicine cat of DreamClan, only recently granted her full name as she ascended to full medicine cat status. Although less experienced than her past mentor, Tansyclaw, matters of medicine and communing with StarClan often fall upon her. Looks forward to Ripplepaw’s visits to chat with her in the medicine den.

Darkslash - senior warrior of DreamClan. Blind in one eye from a past battle, with the scar still visible. Came out of retirement to mentor the also visually-impaired Gooeypaw. A bit of a grouch.

Dandytail - warrior of DreamClan, and largest cat in the Clan. his heft and strength grant him the advantage in most every fight, but he has the tendency to get greedy for glory in the heat of battle. This often leads him to attempt and fumble fancy maneuvers that ultimately cost him the win. Not much for hunting, as he struggles to move quietly. Has a big heart, and still acts like a kit in some ways.

Singlesky - warrior of DreamClan, and a gifted speaker. She is excellent at hunting, and will sometimes collect trophies of her more interesting or well-preserved kills. Has a great appreciation for flowers. Her every suggestion is parroted by Tansyclaw at Clan meetings.

Waddlesplash - warrior of DreamClan. Fairly mild-mannered. Dislikes Dandytail. Looks up to Nightmask, who was their mentor before Waddlesplash was promoted to warrior status.

Puffypaw - Apprentice of Nightstar, but is rarely trained by him. instead, Nightmask or another warrior usually fills in for his training. if Nightstar had no intention of training him, why did he choose to make Puffypaw his apprentice in the first place? Nightstar has high expectations for the young cat, it would seem…

Gooeypaw - Apprentice of Darkslash. Is named for his eye condition, which makes his eyes appear constantly goopy and clouds his vision. His poor eyesight makes him more than a little clumsy, and often has to invent new ways of doing tasks other cats would find a breeze. Gets along splendidly with Puffypaw.

Bandedpaw - Apprentice of Dandytail, and first to find Puffypaw all alone in the woods on a windy newleaf day. Together with Gooeypaw, Bandedpaw forms the main triad of Puffypaw's friends in DreamClan. His mentor, Dandytail, is less than enthused that his apprentice is associating with someone he still sees as an outsider, smelling of the twolegplace…

Ripplepaw - Apprentice of Singlesky, and best friends with Acornshine. Conveniently, since Singlesky is always in the medicine den to converse with Tansyclaw, Rippleclaw gets to see her friend quite often! She's extremely proud of Acornshine's promotion to full medicine cat, and hopes that she will earn her full name soon, too! So long as she follows everything her mentor says, she’s sure to become a warrior in only a few moons! Has a small crush on Puffypaw.

Applewhisp - elder of DreamClan, and oldest cat in the Clan. Doesn't do much these days but laze around and huff irritatedly at younger cats who linger too long near the elders' den. Likes to tell stories, but isn’t very good at it. A bit of a pushover.

Harvest Heart - a mysterious, unpredictable cat who claims to have been cast out of the Clans thousands of moons ago -- but it would be impossible for any cat to live that long, wouldn't it? During his travels, he acquired followers from all walks of life. As it stands, he and his small following pose little threat to DreamClan, but it’s always best to stay alert.

Zap of a Passing Storm - the first of Harvest Heart's followers, hailing from a faraway tribe that she refuses to speak about. A fast and vicious fighter, she is easily the most loyal to Harvest Heart's cause -- whenever he can remember what it is, anyway. She often requests to be referred to only by her full name, as anything less than that would be an insult to her honor. No cats respect this. Poor thing.

Francisca - the second of Harvest Heart's followers, having come from the kittypet life in a distant twoleg nest. After her housefolk died, she was turned out onto the cold, unfamiliar streets of the twolegplace. She would surely have frozen to death, were it not for Harvest Heart's charity in her time of need. She travels with him now, as she has nowhere else to go. She has become close with Flamebounce.

Flamebounce - the third of Harvest Heart's followers, originating from the Clans themselves. After a wildfire ravaged her home territory, she was left with nowhere to go, and no idea if any of her Clanmates survived. She struggled to breathe through her smoke-sickness, and would have died if Harvest Heart had not stepped in to help. She greatly misses her old Clan, and often wonders if anyone else managed to escape the fire -- but, even if she were able go back to her old life, she could never leave Francisca behind.

Mags - A wandering loner who sometimes crosses paths with DreamClan. Suspiciously friendly to the Clan cats. Knows a lot about twolegs. Stays very far from Harvest Heart’s rogue group at all costs.

Mars - Never that far behind Mags. thinks it’s hilarious to leave ominous objects for Clan cats to find and catastrophize into some world-ending prophecy. Aside from this odd behavior, he seems totally disinterested in Clan life.

Ms. Susie - beloved kittypet of the CEO of Haltmann Works Land Development Company. Doesn't see why those savage forest cats would mind losing their tacky bushes and trees if it means they could live in the glorious abundance of the twolegplace; or, more likely, she just doesn't care what they think. Often sneaks into Clan territory to meet with cats unknown. Aware of Puffypaw's existence, and could potentially use that knowledge as blackmail material against certain cats in high positions…

Fluffy - a friendly, fluffy kittypet whom Puffypaw likes to chat with to see how things in the twolegplace are going. Often asks if Puffypaw would like to live with him and his housefolk. Puffypaw is hesitant to officially accept or decline the offer, but he's happy to share Fluffy's food when he offers it!

#kirby #kirby au #my drawings #me talking lol #warrior cats #warriors #wc #i am NOT tagging everyone mentioned. simply no thank you #i didnt wanna make taranza the medicine cat i didn't WANNA!! #i feel like that's such a fanon thing to do rather than working from his canon self. he gets woobified a lot #so i cut a deal w/ myself to make him the medicine cat but ONLY because he wanted political power. hes so scrungly its only fair #also the lor is a vacant smarthome with a doggy door magolor sneaks in through. if you were wondering #if u saw this before i fixed the allegiances no u didnt

[wilcze-kudly]

Horrid ramblings related to the tlok rewrite I have in my head. Book 1, Air but with the Red Lotus as primary antagonists.

So my thoughts are that in this AU, the airbending would come from Vaatu (somehow) I like the idea of Raava and Vaatu being these very eldritchy beings that are able to manupulate the world around them. Raava sacrificed this trait in order to merge with the Avatar, but Vaatu is stil lovecraftian and well

With Harmonic Convergence nearing, perhaps Vaatu is able to exude more influence on the world. It would be interesting to see unexplained events happen more frequently as he gains power.

The Red Lotus are on board with freeing Vaatu, as they were in canon, and Vaatu lets airbending back into the world, knowing or maybe just hoping that Zaheer would get airbending and get his jailbird shit together

I think it would be a fun mystery. No one exactly knows why people started airbending all of a sudden ans this is a mystery that we slowly piece together as the show progresses.

Korra hears about airbenders popping up out of nowhere and runs away to Republic City, since she sees this as a perfect opportunity to become the Avatar she was meant to be. At this time the Red Lotus is breaking out and that adds to the tension as we see how woefully unprepared Korra is for this bunch of assassins.

I think it would be interesting to see Korra struggle and fail at airbending while there are randos all over the world getting airbending for free. She can bond with Bumi (who I'm not sure about giving airbending to) lol

I'd have the first few episodes going on in Republic City, but then have Korra and co travel in search of airbenders.

I'm not sure about keeping the pro bending storyline. I know how important it was to the og show, however it would make the storyline incredibly cluttered.

I'd want to highlight the bending brother's connections to the triads too, so I might make them somehow affiliated with the Triple Threats. But then betray them and join Korra in her travels. Because staying in RC after pissing off the triads would essentially be a death sentence.

If the brothers were still in Probending, I'd take inspiration from the storyline of Republic City hustle with the rigged matches. Have the brothers be forced to win/lose depending on how the triad places its bets. Have them be forced to deliberately throw matches cuz the triad invested in the opposing team.

I'm not fully sure how to factor Asami into this, but I had a thought of Hiroshi (who is still an equalist agent but that won't matter until B3) graciously donating resources into the search for airbenders. In order to buy himself into the Avatar's good graces and to have a direct line to the newly emerging airbenders for future evil plans.

Whether Asami is in on her father's plans or not, she acts as captain/pilot of the airship and quickly befriends the rest of the Krew. Gay ensues.

I'd change around the pacing a little, maybe move the Beifong family drama to the later seasons or at least not focus on it as much. But these are minute details I don't really have time to focus on. Maybe introduce Wu earlier. That sorta stuff.

Yeah um. Please don't let this become an actual project. I don't have the strength to write a fic like this. But the concept is tempting. Please tell me your thoughts. I'm super curious about them

#korra #mako #bolin #asami sato #hiroshi sato #vaatu #red lotus #raava #bumi ii #legend of korra #the legend of korra #avatar #tlok #avatar the legend of korra #atlok #lok #zaheer #tlok rewrite tag #is this gonna have to become a tag?

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2651 (chapter 32)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

32. Better If You Do

Stick slightly nudges Matt with his foot, "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass? Jesus, kid. I'm gone five minutes, you turn this place into a shit show."

Matt grunts, still on the ground,  and scoffs loudly. "You've been gone 20 years. What are you doing back in my city?"

"Your city? Hell's Kitchen hates your guts. They have you pegged as a cop killer and some kind of mad bomber."

Matt internally scoffs again, knowing that Stick is aware of it, "Yeah, I'm taking care of it."

"An old guy just lit you up. You ain't taking care of shit."

"Why are you here?" Matt finally stands up, touching the tazed place.

"To save you and everyone in the Kitchen from a horrible death." Stick scoffs to himself, "More or less."

*** 

Karen sighs, looking at Ben sitting next to her at the dock. "Paper trail on Union Allied's a bust. Whoever's pulling the strings busted up the one big corporation into a bunch of little ones."

"It's an old game. Spread the records far and wide, discourage investigation." Ben replies dryly.

"God. I mean, it's like... It's like trying to straighten out a bowl of spaghetti." Karen sighs once more.

"Well, you could always let it go." He takes a sip of the already lukewarm coffee.

Karen throws him a glance, "Not gonna happen. I already told you that."

"Stop complaining. This is the job. Researching, gathering facts. It's long and boring and complicated, and half the time you still come up empty."

"Well, you're just a little ray of sunshine." Karen scoffs. "What'd you find?"

"Bits and pieces. Yakuza."

"Wait, the Japanese mafia?" Karen looks taken back for a while.

"Triads, too. Drugs, I think. Then there's the bombings that took out the Russians." Ben looks out of the window in thought.

"And you think it's all connected to Union Allied?"

"Doesn't matter what I think. Only matters what I can prove."

"Wait, what about the cops that got shot? I mean, you really think that was the guy in the mask?"

"I was standing right next to one of them when it happened. Detective named Blake. Didn't like each other very much. Did what I could. If he comes out of a coma, maybe maybe he'll thank me, tell me what really happened out there. Till then the man in the mask pops up do me a favor, run the other way."

"He saved my life, Ben." Karen says strongly, as if believing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen would solve all of the city's problems.

"How do you know he wasn't there just to, um hurt somebody else?"

"I... I never never thought about it like that." Karen knits her eyebrows in deep thought.

"My experience there are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas." Ben looks at her almost apologetically.

"So... if we can connect the tenements, and the shootings, and Union Allied that something you'd take to your editor?"

 Ben chuckles, "Yeah. But, uh, I think it's a long shot."

"Well, I was a mean three-point shooter on my high school basketball team. I like the long shots." Karen smiles, but doesn't receive the same reaction from Urich.

"This isn't a game, Karen."

"I... I know that." She stutters a bit.

"Anything happens to you it's gonna be on me, and, uh I don't want to be responsible for that. I can't."

"I'll be okay. They're not gonna win." Karen assures Ben and leaves his car, hurrying into the night.

***  

"What a shithole." Stick drops his bag onto the floor of Matt's living room.

"You have any idea what I pay in rent?"

"Expensive shithole" Stick stills for a moment, then sniffs a couple of times. "Were you with a woman?"

"That's none of your business."

"Is she coming here?"

Matt suddenly wishes that you were here so he could kick Stick out and just fall into your embrace. "Never." One word leaves his mouth, hesitant, unsure, filled with hidden remorse.

Stick fails to catch the sadness undertone and starts walking around the room. "Good."

"You got a warped perspective on the whole good/bad thing, you know that?"  

"Women are a distraction." Stick slightly kicks the leg of the sofa, "Just like furniture, apartments... Whoa." He rubs his fingers in the air as if he was touching the material. "Silk sheets."

"Cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin." Matt sighs gently.

"You'd be better off sleeping on real sandpaper than surrounding yourself with all this bullshit."

"This is my life and I made something of it, without you. That's the part that really pisses you off, isn't it?" 

"No, Matty. No, I'm proud of you, I really am. The things you've done, what you've made of yourself, but this is... Surrounding yourself with soft stuff isn't life, it's death. Someday those silk sheets are gonna crawl up behind you, wrap themselves around your throat and choke you to death. You're a warrior." 

"Yeah, that's not all I am." 

"A warrior, heir to the Spartans, baddest of the bad-asses. They knew what they had to do and they did it."

"And what was that?" Matt starts walking towards Stick, yet the latter feels no intimidation.

"Cut it loose, all of it. Cut yourself free from the women, the comforts, the fancy job."

Matt laughs under his breath, "The job's not that fancy."

"Do you have friends? People you care about?"

"Yeah."

"Cut 'em loose, for their sake. Break their hearts if you have to, just do it quick."

"I'm not gonna do that."

"Then they will suffer and you will die. Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."

"Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?" Matt takes a step closer to Stick.

"I had my reasons."

"I was a kid." Matt says, barely above whisper.

"You still are. 'Boo-hoo. Stick left me. Think I'll bury my sorrows between the legs of a supermodel.'" Stick mocks with a sickening grin on his face, the one that Matt would gladly wipe off without hesitation.

"Don't push it, Stick."

"Or what? I'm trying to teach you how to stay alive. Christ, you're worse than your old man. Born to lose Battlin' Jack. At least your daddy got paid when he hit the floor." Stick bites and Matt finally loses control, hitting him hard in the chest.

Stick starts laughing when his body hits the floor but he doesn't hurry to get up.

"I've learned a lot since you've been gone." 

"Like what?" Stick gets up with an ease, standing in front of Matt again.

"You're a dick."

"That's true. You got any beer?'

Matt chuckles under his breath, "Yeah, in the fridge."

"I'll bet it's that German piss, isn't it?" Stick's voice fades away a little when he opens the fridge.

"So you gonna tell me why you're here? Or is the suspense supposed to kill me?"

"It's the war, Matty. Never-ending war."

"With who? You never got around to that part."

"Now, the Japanese, mostly. Look, I don't want you tearing up Hell's Kitchen going after the yakuza." Stick makes himself comfortable on one of the armchairs, sipping the beer.

"Yakuza?"

Low chuckle shakes Stick's chest, "You don't know what's going on in your own backyard. The guy that was yappin' with that old man you slapped around, he's pretty high up.He goes by a lot of names. Using Nobu this time around."

"So, Nobu, you want him so bad, why'd you let him get away back in the garage?" Matt folds his hands in a lawyer-ish manner and rests his hands on his knees.

"I don't want him. I want what's on the ship he's meeting at the docks tonight."

"Right, Owlsley was talking about that. What's Nobu bringing in? Drugs or something?" Stick didn't need any people reading techniques that he had to know that Matt's eyebrows were knitted so much that they turned into one curvy line.

"A weapon. They call it Black Sky, the bringer of shadows."

"What kind of weapon?" Matt felt that this confusion was never-ending.

"The kind you don't want in your world." Stick slowly drinks again, messing with Matt on purpose, solely for his own entertainment.

"Just say it. Say that you want my help." 

*** 

You pretend to wake up from your slumber, acting like Wesley's kiss disturbed your sleep. 

"Sleep good?" James asks upon seeing you turn to lay on your back, your head resting on his thigh.

"Wouldn't call this sleep. Just closed my eyes for a moment." You look up at him with a knowing glance, but the shy smile dancing on your lips distracts him from the obvious.

"Wanna watch something else?" He grabs the remote from the sofa and starts surfing through the channels.

"Maybe there's a game going on?" You ask, briefly turning to  look at the screen.

"What game?"

"I don't know. Any game."

"There's uh... a soccer game..." Wesley falls silent, hoping that this didn't come out as a question due to the lack of knowledge in this area.

"That'll do." You don't pull away your eyes from the screen, watching men kick the ball around the field for a minute. "Who's calling you this late?" You ask as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to throw him off the tracks. 

"Work." He says, suddenly feeling dryness in his mouth. Was he imagining, or was there a tone of jealousy in your voice?

"At this hour? What, did you forget to order paper or pencils?" You snicker at your own joke, because after all, only you and Pug understood your humor.

"No." Wesley smiles briefly, but then returns to his usual poker face expression. "It was just... Nothing important now."

"I heard 'the mask'. Are you talking about the devil of Hell's Kitchen?" You sit up and intently look at him.

Wesley takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes probably longer than necessary. He can't keep adding more lies to the ones that he has already told you. A tired "Yes" leaves his mouth, and for a moment he imagines Fisk raging on him tomorrow morning. 

"What's he doing in your firm?" 

"He's just been lurking around... Trespassing." He tries to come up with a believable lie, but for how long can he keep lying to you? You probably saw right through him.

"Why?"  You climb in his lap, taking James by surprise and cross your hands behind his neck. "Any idea?"

"No... I think he's planning something big." 

"Against?"

"The city. He's causing havoc, messing with people's perception of what's right and wrong..." 

"You think he wants to see Hell's Kitchen burn? Like with those explosions? Could he be..." You stop yourself from saying more than you're allowed to since anything involving Mrs Cardenas's  case was a private matter of the company. 

"What?" Wesley waits for your answer patiently, hoping that this is the moment when he dumps every little thing that Fisk did on Daredevil. 

"No, I'm just thinking. How could one man cause all the noise? What's his plan? I mean why is he beating up criminals like he's saving people and then goes around lurking in construction sites?" You drop your hands on your thighs, exhausted. "This makes no sense. I just... Hate the guy." You only now understand the true feelings you felt towards the vigilante. Your fear has finally turned into something bigger, something dangerous. 

"I hate him too." Wesley leans forward to kiss your jawline, but you, lost in thought, only feel a cold gust of wind.

***   

"I want you to help yourself. Nobu and his guys are in tight with Fisk. You hurt them, you hurt baldy." Stick chuckles to himself.

Matt furrows his eyebrows slightly, "You know about Fisk?"

"I know a lot of shit. This beer, for example, sucks." Stick scoffs loudly, exaggerating the fact that beer was bad more than enough.

"After all your talk about cutting friends loose, and now you need one."

"I don't need a friend.I need a soldier. Committed. Not some bleeding heart idealist hanging onto half measures."

"You don't know anything about what I'm doing here." Matt stands tall alongside his promises, determined to fulfill them.

"Kid, in war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you." Stick falls silent, slowly turning half empty bottle in his hand. "How many men have you killed protecting this city?" He asks, but deep down knows that Matt will stay silent. And he does. "You're still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it's gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it's not Fisk, somebody else. What're you gonna do then?"

"Yeah, a Russian asshole asked me the same thing recently right before he died." Matt exhales disapprovingly.

"Are you the one that put him in the ground?"

"No."

"Half measures, Matty. Ah, screw it. Ride with me tonight help me destroy Black Sky, keep it off the streets, and I promise you this Wilson Fisk will know the taste of fear the day he faces you 'cause he'll know that you kicked the guy he's afraid of right in the nuts." Stick stands still, fully relaxed, Matt finds this calmness threatening. "What do you say, kid?"

"One rule.  You don't kill anybody."

Stick theatrically raises his hand in the air, "I swear I will not kill anybody." Matt nods slightly and then Stick mutters, "Pussy."

***  "Uh, how's your head?" Karen asks using her Spanish and sits on the edge of the armchair next to Elena's hospital bed.

"I'm alive. It's enough. How much do I owe you for this?" Elena asks, trying to find her wallet in the cabinet drawer, when Karen stops her hand mid-air. 

"No, no, no, no, no. Put that away. I don't want your money." Karen argues back, taking a good look at Elena's face.

"No, I don't take charity. Besides, you risked to come here." Mrs Cardenas takes one chocolate from the box and offers others to Karen. 

"I know the nurse, and she'd kill me if she ever finds out that I have you these sugar bombs." Karen smiles mischieviously and then leans closer, "but...  you can pay me if you want with information."

"What can I tell you?"

"A lot, I hope. I'm working on a legal case." Karen lies. She only wanted to get information from Mrs Cardenas directly rather than ask you for the details, which of course, you wouldn't tell her. You didn't like sharing case matters with someone without a law degree. Also, you didn't really trust Karen much after that auction incident.

"Oh, yes, yes with the handsome lawyer." Cardenas smiles.

"Yeah, um, Matt." 

Elena laughs, "No, Mr. Foggy." 

"Oh." Karen somewhat loses the joy that she previously felt. "You think Foggy is handsome?" And laughs awkwardly.

"Claro que si! I see the way he looks at you. Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."

It takes a moment for Karen to finally grasp the true meaning of these words. "Oh, Christ."

"Oh, I'm sorry." 

"Moving on, um... I'm trying to make a connection between a construction company and the repairman that did this to your apartment."

"Why don't you ask Mr. Tully? He sent them."

"I can't get a hold of him. His lawyers say he's on vacation." Karen says with disappointment. Tully lawyered up immediately after your visit this morning, although it wasn't clear if he was on vacation or hiding somewhere from the fist of justice.

"I live like this and that fat shit is lying on a beach? Ugh. Oh. Excuse me." Cardenas exclaims and takes another chocolate.

"No, no. I think it's pretty damn appropriate in this case. Do you have papers from the repairs? Receipts? Anything you had to sign?"

"No, I'm sorry. I just called Mr. Tully, and he sent them over."

"Can you tell me what they looked like?" Karen tries again, desperate to go out with something in her pocket.

"Yes. One was bald. And the other had a big tattoo on his arm."

"A tattoo? Of what?"

Elena hesitates. "Not a picture. It was like a pattern. Ugly. Went up to his neck. Thank God he's no son of mine."

"Thank you, Elena. That might help. If I can find a connection to the men that did this and the company... then we will have their dicks in a vice. Sorry."

Cardenas smiles brightly, "How long have you been like this, Miss Page?"

"Ever since I got to New York."

#matt murdock #foggy nelson #marvel daredevil #matt murdock x reader #netflix daredevil #bound by law #lawyers #daredevil #marvel #matts superhearing complicates things for you

[tirsynni]

Okay, so thoughts on the Legend of Zelda and religion, inspired by gameplay and seeing how people incorporate the multiple goddesses and such into their fics.

Usual disclaimer applies: these are only my random thoughts, which are open to change, and Legend of Zelda canon is deliberately inconsistent and definitely apt to change. Everyone is free to interpret it however they want with whatever headcanons they want, as no one can ever be truly correct because no solid LoZ canon exists.

Now, onto really random thoughts, most occurring in the shower or before bedtime:

In some Zelda games, no gods are mentioned at all. Others, they're very vague. Others say some deities and then another provides a different deity and some others reference that this being was perhaps a deity but has fallen and this one might STILL be a deity so good luck.

I like to say that they're all fucking deities. Maybe some more powerful than others, but they're all deities. Some divine, some profane, some really interested in carrot soup, but all are deities.

Demise? A deity. Earth-based, unholy, so full of rage and spite that he's willing to guarantee an eternal foe as long as it means that foe is dragged into this mess with him, aka, the Cycle of Hatred. Strange affection for mortal Gerudo men, whether these guys like it or not.

The Triad: Farore, Nayru, and Din. They created Hyrule, created the Triforce, still have a Presence connected to their Creation as shown by the oracles and spirits and such which have popped up over the centuries. Definitely separate, though. Loves their Creation in a divine, untouched manner. Set up a lesser Goddess to protect their Creation and the Triforce they left behind, which leads us to...

Hylia. Before it was Hyrule, it was the Land of Hylia. Divine. A little too Divine. Needed mortal weapons and mortal Heroes to kill the Earth-based deity Demise. Here are my headcanons on her based on the ever-erratic canon and the Skyward Sword manga: she realized she couldn't win alone and needed a mortal Hero. Again, a little too heavenly to tackle an earth-based deity like Demise. I like imagining her falling for the original Hero, which was one of the factors which led her to having the Fallen Hero reincarnated as the Hero in Skyward Sword. They were supposed to live a mortal lifetime together, albeit one where Hylia used him to fight Demise for the Greater Good, as deities like to do, only for Demise to say "Fuck that, here's the Cycle of Hatred." From then on, she loses her Mortal Love, as the Cycle of Hatred says "the Spirit of the Hero and the Bloodline of the Goddess" (paraphrased). When SS!Zelda dies, Hylia returns to the Heavens, her bloodline continues to carry her blood, and she gets separated because the Spirit of the Hero is now trapped by the Curse. (I like angst, dammit, and that type of eternal separation, especially multiple carriers of the Hero's Spirit are unfamiliar with Hylia, is amazing.)

Other deities pop up in the games. I say they're all deities. These games literally occur over hundreds of thousands of years. Hyrule has risen and fallen and risen and fallen multiple times. It literally exists only due to divine intervention. Hyrule and its people have no idea of their own history and myths. The ones we see in the games are the ones popular in that current era.

There's also the fact that we tend to see everything through Link's perspective, and he seems far more interested in shiny objects and, I dunno, riding/taming/bargaining with the spirits than finding out their histories.

In one era, we don't see mention of the Triad? That generation lost sight of them, but they're reminded a couple generations down the line. Hylia isn't mentioned? She'll come up again soon enough. There's also no indication that any of these deities demand worship. They can be responsive to prayers, but the connection to the deities waver over time, too. Like, how does a human's connection compare to a Hylian's? Humans and Hylians are different species and can generally be recognized by the ears, with the ears of the Hylians supposedly shaped that way to better hear the deities.

Link can hear and respond to the deities, but it's arguable that it's connected to his role as Hero. They need mortal hands to get things done, and he is damned good at getting shit done and not likely to be distracted by, I dunno, a literal god asking him to do shit. Yes, yes, that deity gave him a request. He heard. He understood. It still needs to wait until he found all of these cuccos and returned them home.

More headcanon: it's known that the Royal Family has divine blood and rule by Divine Right. The meaning of this changes depending on the era. For some, it just means Princess Zelda is magical and wise. For others, she is a literal incarnation of the Goddess. The one most likely to speak with the deities and spirits -- Link -- is probably never going to clarify to anyone how it is. Hell, he's probably never going to care enough to ask.

Most eras have no idea about the Spirit of the Hero. Link's either a random hero who just popped up or a strange traveler. Sometimes he is a Prophesied Hero. Sometimes he is a Divine Weapon. Beyond his ability to be a fucking godslayer when necessary, I think it's easy for him to be dismissed. It's made easier when Link's like, "I'm out. I'll leave you guys to fix this rubble. Oh, what happened here? Hell if I know. Good luck." Connecting him to a Spirit which is literally older than Hyrule? Not happening. In OoT, he's recognized as Special and a Hero by a very rare few; otherwise, Link's just a traveler or that weird kid. In BotW, it's pretty clear that King Rhoam views him as just a holy weapon. In BotW, there's no indication that he even really speaks or looks at Link at all until he's a fucking ghost and unliving with regret. No elevation. Barely any notice. Just Link or Nameless Traveler.

In a land as old as Hyrule where deities like to traverse and poke, it's easy to imagine many deities calling it home at least for a period of time. Hell, maybe they don't even call it home but mess with the local deities at some point or another. Also considering how many apocalypses this land has experienced, it's easy to imagine that they can't have a consistent mythology or religion. It changes each era based on texts and art which survived the last round of destruction. Hell, even their major secret-keepers, the Sheikah, regularly struggle with attempted genocide. It's amazing anything survives with any sort of consistency, nonetheless knowledge about a war which existed before Hyrule itself did.

#legend of zelda #meta #showerthoughts #bedtime thoughts #i have a lot of feels about this okay? #and far more thoughts #than this post can show #i would like to one day #due a full meta on religion and loz #but i have to get my thoughts straight first #which is an epic accomplishment

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

Random headcanon time again, but this time it’s a bit different. This time I thought I’d share my thoughts of writing different LOK characters as fully fledged villains:

Kuvira: Fairly easy, especially since she’s canonically a villain. But I always end up giving her redemption anyway because I adore her lol.

Asami: It’s a little scary how easy it is to write her as fully evil. We were robbed, imo. Giving Asami a villain arch in the show would’ve been so fucking cool. But they wanted the heroes to win, and Evil Asami would’ve made that much harder. (And to be honest I don’t think the original show writers would’ve done Evil Asami justice anyway.)

Bolin: I’ve tried, but this dude doesn’t have an evil bone in his whole body. Unless he’s been brainwashed, I just can’t ever imagine him as a villain.

Mako: I can see it. It wouldn’t be easy, but I could see it. Especially if he stayed with the Triads.

Lin: Nah, too stubborn to ever be evil. She’d stay good out pure spite lol.

Iroh II: Eh, the same as Lin. I just can’t see him “falling to the dark side” so to speak. He’s too honorable and duty bound to ever give in. Not to mention stubborn as hell too. Unless you threatened the people he cares about, then I could see him potentially doing some shady shit.

Korra: I’ve never tried it, to be honest. But I could see it. She’s been through hell and back, and people still have the nerve to trash talk her. I could definitely see her bad because of it. (I should try writing this, it’s an interesting idea.)

Let me know if you’d like to see a similar post about other LOK characters!

#legend of korra #back at it again with my random headcanons lol #random thoughts with jay #it’s interesting to think about good characters becoming evil

[ask-de-writer]

BLUE SUN RISING, Part 3 of 3

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They were led through the many corridors of the Treh's Hunt to a large room, about three fourths filled with Warriors from the ship. Several had assorted injuries that had been tended to but were still under bandages.

T'garr started the meeting.

“Good Warriors, I have before you the Warrior Clan of M'rel. They have come to answer your questions about their unique fusion of our Warrior's Way and the Clans. Ask what you will and they will answer what they can of your doubts.

“Understand this also. You have few choices for the path forward. You may join the rest of the crew and I in accepting the way of the Warrior Clan which will also shield you from the Treaty Commission's justice system. You may also reject this choice and go to the Treaty Commission, accepting their ruling about your part in the recent criminal actions initiated by Political Officer S'nake.

“The Warrior Clan has, in its first triad, TWO of the highest accolade graduates of K’lass’s School of All Conflict, Lezon Treh K'lass, and the only Claner trained by that famous school, T'cass. It was T'cass who led the Clans to their winning the last war. By this, you may know that there is no misunderstanding of the Warrior's Way involved.”

One of the audience pointed out, “Then what about those three attacks on inhabited worlds after M'onafar?”

T'cass nodded, “Those did happen. When the Strategy Board would not listen to reason and went ahead with those plans, I contacted the Treaty Commission with the knowledge and resigned. That is how the Treaty Commission was able to stop those attacks while the fleets sent to carry them out were still enroute. The losses suffered by the Clans in those engagements led to the final peace negotiations and to the massive economic depression in Clan space that followed. I managed the conflict as well as I could and keep the Way. I had no part in attacking civil populations and did what was possible to defend them.”

The one who had asked replied, “I see. Who you were and your part in the last war, we were told. That it was you who saved our worlds we were not told. That was the core of my reservations. How did our War Leader from that conflict come to be by your side now?”

Lezon stepped forward and answered, “That question needs a little ground work laid.

“At K'stall, I and T'cass fought. Neither of us could get a clear advantage but she ran out of weapon energy and her missiles were already gone. She rolled her craft to a Submission and offered her Knife. I refused it, and gave her the Obligation of Conflict instead. I escorted her back to safety.

“I think that the problems that are now plaguing the Empire were already beginning. After K'stall I sent home Captain D'saric in disgrace for killing the helpless prisioners on the old interstellar signal laser. Her blatant failure to follow the Way cost us priceless intelligence. The Imperial Triad had no choice but to execute her. She was a close friend to S'tabbin of the Imperial Triad, who personally gave her command of her vessel.

At M'onafar, my wing was in the second wave. After the sun dive we launched. Well away from the Hand of Claws, I was hit from behind by a low power disruptor shot. I had only one superconducting cable left. It was from the capsule to the disruptors. I tried to repair the damage but the cable was just too short to reach the inertial drive. I tried to bridge the last few centimeters with some copper. The drive failed explosively, nearly killing me.

“T'cas found me unconscious in the wreck of my talon during the after battle salvage and recoginzed my ship. She concealed the evidence of the assassination attempt and paid for my regeneration. When I recovered enough, she took my Submission rather than making me a slave, no matter what the Clan law said.”

The whole room paused to think through all that they were learning. One nodded quietly and pointed out, “All of Lezon's wing were Warriors. The order to assassinate her could not have originated in the fleet. They would have refused it for sure. It had to be an Imperial order, relayed through M'ace. I wonder what they used to get her to comply with it?”

Lezon replied sadly, “We will never know, now. She was killed when we destroyed the Hand of Claws.”

The one that had been speaking to them now turned to the others in the room. “My doubts are at rest. We were all agreed that the explanation of how a Warrior Clan could be was good. Our doubts lay in issues of history. Do any of the rest of you have further questions?”

There was a quiet rumble of negatives. One whimsically asked, “Even the Warrior Clan's kits have Names. How are Names earned in the Warrior Clans?”

K'sere answered, “One name is given to each member of a Clan. It makes interpersonal relations easier. That is long standing Clan custom. Other Names will need to be earned through merit, by Warrior custom.”

T'cass added, “When you form triads, you will register them with Captain T'garr. You will be allowed to choose your Clan names at that time. As an example, we are the Warrior Clan of M'rel. I am T'cass,” putting a hand on K'ress' shoulder she went on, “She is K'ress. Lezon Treh K'lass is fully Named. Our kits are T'cill, K'sere, and T'lass. Yes, she is T'lass of the Question.”

Heads all over the room regarded the kit and nodded slowly. Almost as one, they knelt and offered their knives, backs to the assembled Warrior Clan. The one leading them said humbly, “We Submit to the Warrior Clan of M'rell. We will learn from you and fight by your side.”

Lezon touched the back of the knife of the group's leader and replied, “We, the Warrior Clan of M'rel, accept your Submission. We will teach you all that we may of Conflict. We will fight by your side. Warriors, we welcome you.”

One of the bandaged crew raised a hand for recognition. “My question has nothing to do with our Submission. I was well away from the battery that you destroyed and was still injured some by the blast. How did you manage that with only a trivial 70 megatons?”

To the surprise of the crew in the compartment, it was T'lass who answered, “It is not appropriate to fully answer that here at the Treaty Commission base. With that knowledge, you could greatly increase your battle readiness in violation of the T.C. Charter. You will be fully apprised of that and other major upgrades to your vessel when you are in Warrior Clan Space.”

T'garr added, “Things that T'lass has thought of, the Question and the damage that we suffered while they were trying to NOT destroy us are why they have made her their Minister of Technology and War. Trust me, she thinks far deeper than the average kit. It was explained to me by the Treaty Commission that their weaponry was legal because it was NOT covered by the Treaty.”

Heads nodded thoughfully all about the room. One observed, “I think that it is going to be fun to learn from and fight by the side of the Warrior Clan.”

All the others of the Warrior Clan followed Lezon's lead in raising their claws in salute to their new followers. As they were returning to their shuttle, Lezon quietly informed Captain T'garr, “Any orders that you may have had from the Empire are now voided. As soon as your ship is able to safely travel, you are dispatched to the system of M'rel. There, the Feront City ship watching our system for us will begin your upgrades. During a good part of that, which involves better power capsules, drives, and a unique superconducting harness that will replace much of your present power distribution system, your ship will be unable to fight. You will be given the specifications for the new shielding and weapons which you will have to manufacture and install on your own. The Feront, being a part of the Treaty Commission, cannot do those things.”

Captain T'garr nodded. “What of planetside leave? I understand that the world is safe.”

It was T'lass who responded, “With the understanding that simply because we cannot get any of the local diseases, there may be many other dangers present, provisionally, yes. Select a substantial island, isolated from any larger land masses for now. We are not planning any mining or other resource exploitation of M'rel except for what the Feront may be doing in the polar regions. The Feront has now mapped the world and can offer you appropriate guidance on a good location.”

T'garr smiled as she added, “Now, being released by the Treaty Commission is our only problem. We have done sufficient repairs to be travel worthy.”

T'cass put away her comm unit. “I have just notified the TC that we have dispatched you to M'rell. They are preparing your clearance now. You should receive it within the hour.”

As they were taking places aboard the shuttle, their pilot smiled as she told them, “We have all heard about your naming rules! When next we meet, I will have my Warrior Clan Name! I hope that you can understand how much that means to us all! Your meeting was broadcast throughout the ship so that we could all see and hear what our new Government had to say.

“You have made us happy with our decision to join you. Many of us, myself included, could see the value of your new Way and were unhappy with what is happening in the Empire. That did not make us happy to leave the Empire that we have served all of our lives. Now we have been allowed to submit to a better Way. We will learn from you. We will fight by your side!”

The return flight to the Feront City ship was purely routine.

T'lass did make a call to Captain T'garr. “Captain, when you have your ship refitted according to our specifications, you will need to re name her as the first ship of M'rel's navy. Your new ship's name will be Blue Sun Rising.

“As soon as the Blue Sun Rising is battle ready, register her with the Treaty Commission as a M'rel Medium Cruiser. We have heavier ships planned. Besides giving your crew land leave, we hope that you and the Feront can begin to set up ship building facilities on one of the resource rich moons of the other planets.

“Of course the military side of such a ship yard will have to be fully separate from what the Feront can do. While the City Ship is of the Treaty Commission, and bound by its Charter, the whole rest of the system of M'rel is not.”

T'garr grinned and her ears took a jaunty angle as she replied, “Understood, Minister of War, T'lass. This should be a fascinating posting. At least, it won't just be dull sentry duty. I will see to it that we carry out these orders to the best of our ability. We do have a very good engineering and damage control staff that will appreciate the challenge.”

T'lass's tail twitched as if she was stalking prey as she replied, “I did study your crew roster before making that assignment. Of more importance, we are transmitting to you the general specifications of the ships that the yard should be prepared to produce.” She raised her student's knife, back to T'garr, and added, “A Good Hunt to you!”

T'garr repeated the gesture, ears forward and smiling as she responded, “Your Conflicts here will also be fascinating, a Good Hunt to you as well.”

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[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 5.12 - Three Bridges review

Little bit late this week because I had trouble finding the ep and well this new mid-week airing time, it's at a pretty inconvenient time of the week for me.

Anyways...

The promo for this episode was misleading as (when is it not) but in this case it was a really good misleading. We did get funny sting-ray case but that was just a side plot for laughs.

And for me it worked so well because it gave us more Miggy scenes and man, do I love how they're doing Magnum and Higgins as a couple now. It's established, comfortable but still sweet with that hint of sexy they always had and IDK, why can't we just have 10 seasons more of this?

The Case

Seems like a semi-straightforward "trusted the wrong person and got my money stolen" case. But this being Magnum PI, there is of course a huge trafficking ring behind it and the bad guy is actually a good guy and everyone (except for the Triad) gets a happy ending. (Brushing over the trauma of trafficking and being used as a human sheild at and also sort of betrayal of trust and stealing lots of money from people, and all that jazz. Because goodness will win out and happiness reign supreme -that's just how we roll in Magnum PI land.)

I liked it, even if finding the hotel (which granted took the combined power of Kumu and Higgy) and then just getting walked straight into the heart of the Evil Overlords organization was a bit convenient. Like if I was a boss bad-guy I would have just told my underlings to walk potential spies and cops and other interested parties off the property. And then just moved my operation.

Just saying, a bit sloppy for a 97-million-dollar operation...

The end bit with findning Haun (Han?) after he'd been sold off again, maybe that should have ended sadder or more dramatic. Like Haun could at least have gotten shot in the arm or something... just a little suggestion.

Or Higgy should have gotten shot because she was just walking straight into the path of this guy's bullets...

The Miggy

What took you so long?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

They are so adorable and just maybe the ultimate modern battle couple of all time.

Seriously was there one Miggy moment when the banter was not on point?

"Get where it's going and intercept it!"

Side note: does someone on this show have like a drowning kink? I feel like waterboarding is the to-go torture method of choice for all bad guys. I mean Nuzo was water-boarded before he died, Higgy was, then she almost drowned and now we got TM getting all drown-y.

And love the look Magnum gives the guy when the bad guy is all "This ain't gonna work - go get his friend". Like from mildly smug (above) because hey, Mr. Navy Seal "I can hold my breath for five minutes" isn't worried about anything to 'not amused' in like a second.

(I mean of course Higgy being all kick-ass going to get her Hubby, also lovely.)

TC - Sometimes you just need your mom

So TC pushing everyone away after last week when he seemed to be opening up and doing a bit better with Shammy and Kumu felt like a step back, but also very real. Because rehab and progress is not linear nor does it "make sense" for most people in a logical way.

Mommy-TC showing up and both showing him that she not leaving because she loves him and wants to be there for him and talking to him about weakness and stubbornness, was the right play. Because when life sucks sometimes you just need your mom right?

It's also a nice call back to last "season" which they've been so good at during season 5. Like with Higgy and the Mandarin and just little references to stuff (still waiting on the tattoo though...)

Rick and Love

So I guess Piper was only in the picture to push Rick and Suzy together then? Maybe? I kind of hope she sticks around and has some other nefarious purpose. But if she's not in the next episode or 14, I guess she was just there to get the Suzy/Rick ship to sail.

Which, I mean, we did all want that and it is sooo very cute and I'd want to see happy-family feels! Let Suzy or Rick have a birthday and we can end with a surprise party or something this season (and bring a real baby this time).

Overall + I'm on a break next week

I enjoyed this episode so much, possibly a bit more than last week's ep even, and I'm a bit annoyed with myself it took me like 4 days until I could watch it. I guess, part of why I postponing watching is because each week means one episode closer to the last one. Urg, why did they end our show!!! It's such a freaking shame because it absolutely feels like they've found their groove with the Miggy relationship and just the whole vibe of 5a and so far 5b!

Next week I'll be traveling so I might not be able to get access to the episode at all before I return home, which sucks because it's my favorite plot-device: my faves going undercover.

But yeah, 13+14 might end up being a double episode for me (+ double review!) in two weeks but we shall see!

#magnum pi #miggy #Thomas Magnum #Juliet Higgins #Magnum PI season 5 #Magnum Pi my review #Magnum PI review

[cassatine]

top 5 hot d characters?

how can I choooose…

aemma. oh aemma. sure she's only in one episode but. she tells viserys ‘this is the last time, no more dead babies, no more’ and oh how right she was. she is the ghost haunting the narrative. haunting viserys! everything unspools after he has her killed for the sake of a dream, of a son he doesn't even need. killing her destroys viserys… he too is a ghost! he is already dead. going through the motions, so deep in his grief he doesn't even realize all he does is inflict pain upon those he should love -- always looking inward, to his own pain, martyring himself and everyone else to his guilt. killing her is the original sin! a wound so deep the family never recovers. so odious it takes the whole house down.

rhaenyra/daemon/viserys. ok ok I’m cheating but they’re the three heads of the dragon they’re a unit they don’t work when one of them is missing… I love them individually but the thing is. the thing is. they’re so tangled together!! it’s love it’s resentment it’s incomprehension it’s distrust it’s self-recognition… they’re cursed to be bound in twos, always with one looking at them from the outside, excluded and jealous… they have three languages between them but only ever two speakers of each… they can never be a triad!! that’s their curse and their tragedy. and still they keep trying!! they keep reaching out to each other, they keep asking for love from each other, and they keep disappointing each other… they’re such a mess!!

alicent. oh man oh man. what otto did to her… a pawn to move on the board of his house’s ambitions… all that was taken from her!! she doesn’t even know who she is because she’s been a tool all her life… never taught to be otherwise, she’s the princess in a tower, she’s a prisoner in a cage, she’s asking for a window because she can’t ever imagine asking for the key, she can’t imagine being let out of the cage, of the tower… the greatest support she can imagine having is that of her father, the man who pimped her out in her dead mother’s dresses… she’s the queen, she’s surrounded by men who project whatever they want on her, and she doesn’t have the power to stop it, she has to be criston’s madonna, she has to be larys’ whore… she can’t even want things -- putting aegon on the throne? viserys’ dying wish! sparing rhaenyra? what viserys would have wanted! tragic.

aegon ii. vile!! but also eminently relatable? a pure product of intergenerational trauma…he wants what nearly everyone does in hotd… he wants to be loved… but daddy doesn’t love him (daddy is dead inside) mommy doesn’t love him (relationship status: it’s complicated) his half-sister took one look at him and said ‘yikes’ (rhaenyra to an actual baby: begone interloper) his grandfather… well it’s otto, otto doesn’t do love he does turning people into tools and looking at them with deep disappointment when they don’t perform the way he wants… etc etc. he tries to flee his own coronation!! he doesn’t want the throne he knows he is ill-suited to it he knows… and then the crown goes on his head and the crowd cheers and it’s not love but it’s close enough.

aemond. he's just. he's just so funny? but in a tragic way! he’s a living meme (he studied the blade!!) he’s all performance he’s so cringe he can never win. big bro’s a twat, and him cursed to be a second son. his uncle looked at him and said 'discount version self-recognition through the other denied’. he claims vhagar after years of being mocked for being the one targ kiddo without a dragon? loses an eye, gets his thunder stolen by the fam tearing itself apart. finally is about to get revenge for the eye, having his most winning moment ever? oopsie whoopsie he's a kinslayer now! and he can never say ‘it was a mistake I didn’t want to kinslay’ because you can’t tell your allies (your brother’s allies) ‘I can’t control my pet nuke all that well hahaha’. he’s a pathetic loser but he’s so good at pretending you wouldn’t believe it.

bonus: rhaenys. the queen who never was!! the queen that should have been!! my rhaenys feels are so complicated… she understands the game, she knows how it’s played, she knows it’s rigged… she refused to go to war for her claim, she was just going to vibe on driftmark -- but also she was going to marry laena to viserys!! she wasn’t going to support rhaenyra, she was so wary even before the (fake) laenor murder, and when she does go to her side it’s because she thinks rhaenyra doesn’t want to fight… she’s both the smoothest political operator and the complete fucking worst… idk idk I love her and I want to shake her senseless.

#house of the dragon #aemma targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaenys velaryon #ask #anon #ok im late on this one but it's hard to choose a top 5 for the dragon people!!

[queentheweeb]

Izuku X Female Reader X Ochako

A/N: Izuku and Ochako are together and you guys are in your third year

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You scribbled furiously into your notebook racing Iida to see who can write 500 words the fastest. It didn't have to be anything specific but it did have to be school related. That was the only way you could get the stoic and robotic boy to engage in such an activity with you. 

"Y/N stop daydreaming or it won't be a fair win on my part!" You stuck your tongue at the boy writing with more fervor. He already beat you in everything else when it came to speed you weren't going to let him have this win. In 3 minutes you had written 500 words officially beating Iida for the first time in 3 years in something speed-related. "I demand to see your paper!" He snatched it out of your hand and scanned over it while you and your audience watch on in amusement

"I think Y/N-chan won this time Tenya-kun, ribbit." You beamed at Asui turning back to Iida when he admitted defeat

"I FINALLY DEFEATED YOU IN SOMETHING SPEEDY! FUCK YEAH!" You started dancing in a circle very proud of yourself 

"Language!" You blew a raspberry at him flipping your hair finding enjoyment when he made an indignant face. He was so fun to bother 

"You enjoy yourself too much at Tenya-Kun's expense." You turned to Ochako who was laying on Deku with a grin ignoring the pang of jealousy. 

"I take joy at anyone's expense, not my fault he makes it easy." You blew a kiss at Tenya giggling at his flustered expression his hands making chopping gestures. You were aware of your friends giggling at his expense and you turned to see Ochako looking a little constipated and Izuku soothingly rubbing her back while he looked a bit flustered. Huh? That was weird. Was something the matter? It wasn't a relationship issue or else they wouldn't be near each other but, something was making them tense.

"Is something the matter L/N-kun?" You turned to Shoto and honestly, you were surprised with how easily this guy was able to pick up on your emotions and just about all of your emotions. If you were told three years ago that you would be in a close-knit group called the dekusquad and would literally die for any of them you would have laughed. Now though? You couldn't imagine life without them, especially Ochako and Deku. It was hopeless really, everyone was in a relationship except you even freaking Iida and Shoto were together and Tsuyu had a triad going on with Shoji and Tokoyami but here you were having to deal with all the love in the air pining after a couple that looked happy and perfect with each other. It made you jealous and green with envy

"Nothing is wrong. I'm just glad to have you guys you know." You felt your face flush as you averted your eyes looking everywhere but at them.

"Awww is Y/N getting sappy." You sputtered glancing over at Ochako who had a mischievous glint in her eyes and a shit-eating grin. You love her.

"Oh hush it you." She giggled falling back into Deku who hugged her closely and you had to turn before your eyes gave away your emotions. Damn it. You glanced at Iida and saw he was paying attention to Shoto who was now in his personal space. That's when you looked around and saw that everyone was lounging around. Right. It was the weekend and everyone was letting loose in the common room not giving two shits since in two months we all are graduating and officially starting our hero careers. Here you were still fucking lonely even the angry Pomeranian is with Kirishima and Sero, how they made it work you don't know and don't care. You just want in. 

"Move it fuck face." Your head looked up in time to see Bakugo scowling angrily in your face and holy shit when did you move? You didn't even remember moving!

"The words excuse me unless you haven't read enough books to understand that." You didn't smile just gave him a straight apathetic look. Normally you would snark and grin at him but your current thoughts dampened your mood.

"I've read more books than you ever heard of. That's why I'm at the top and you're at the bottom just like in everything else." Your eye didn't even twitch you were just irritated with the conversation already and were used to his insults but they were grating on your nerves.

"Please do enlighten me as to what else I'm at the bottom of." You had a feeling as to what he was going to say but wanted to see if he was going to say anything else.

"You're the only one whose quirk hasn't improved, you can't cook, you're grades are average at best, and then you're not even desirable or pretty enough since you're the only one who's painfully single out of all the third years." You couldn't hold it in, your face cringed and you felt angry and embarrassed tears prick at your eyes. You weren't even registering a disappointed-looking Kirishima grabbing Bakugo nor Bakugo's eyes widening once it registered what he actually said. It was too late though he always got to rub salt in the wound. 

"You always got to start something for no reason and be a piece of fucking shit huh? Decent isn't even in your vocabulary." You turned on your heel and ignored everyone making a bee-line to your dorm room. You slammed the door making it shudder and dove into your sheets curling into a ball. You were already in pajamas so no need to change and you cried. You cried out all of your anger, frustrations, embarrassment, jealousy, sadness, and whatever else you were feeling. It wasn't your fault that your quirk wasn't the best but it did improve, you could cook just not like him and your grades weren't A's but they were B+'s and you gave it your all. The one that stung the most was that you were single and it was difficult always being 3rd or 4th wheel since every fucking body was dating someone. Shit, you had a better chance dating the fucking league than someone here. You were sniffling unaware of the tentative knock and your door cracking. You looked and saw a tentative Kirishima looking at you with sad eyes "Please Ejirou if you came here to apologize to him then don't. Fuck him. He needs to learn to think and not speak and to take responsibility for his actions. I'm tired of everyone vouching for him because he's too much of an ass to admit when he's fucking wrong. Now kindly fuck off Ejirou I don't want to see you." You laid back down listening to the audible click and of him walking away. You allowed your thoughts to wander allowing yourself to wallow in pity for a few minutes because dammit you deserved it. You weren't even aware of your door being opened and two pairs of feet walking in until you heard your door close with the sound of the lock clicking. You sat up quickly red-tear streaked face on full display. To your chagrin, it was Ochako and Izuku the last two people you wanted to see in this state

"Y/N-kun I-" You put a hand up to stop any ramblings.

"If you came to vouch for Katsuki don't. I don't fucking want it. The dick needs to learn to take responsibility and stop being childish and man the fuck up." They both looked down before looking back up at you with determination. You paled because you did not like those looks on their faces. It never spelled anything good. In a flash, the covers were ripped violently from you making you spin and yelp. You went to protest but you got an armful of pink and green and somehow all three of you ended up tangled in the bed sheets and you had no forms of escaping. Great. You were in bed, in pajamas tangled with the two people who hold your heart. Fuck you universe.

"You didn't deserve that." You huffed but let out a whine when you were squeezed from the back and front. Izuku had his legs tangled with yours and a hand on your hip while Ochako was in front of you with her legs thrown over yours and an arm around your waist. Essentially you were trapped.

"There's a lot of things I don't deserve but here we are." You were grumpy and tired and still had tear streaks on your face. You were vulnerable and here were your two crushes here trying to comfort you and it gave you weird butterflies and a flush that went through your whole system. You didn't like it.

"Katsuki was an ass for saying those things and he will come around eventually." You huffed doubting it but soon melted into the comfort they both offered. Fuck it you were embarrassed enough today and if they were offering themselves to you, you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

"I'm sorry. You guys shouldn't be here worried about me when you have each other." You gasped at the sudden pull at your head. You looked down into pink cheeks and angry brown eyes. God, she was beautiful.

"You're worth it. Don't you ever apologize for that." She held your gaze before taking a deep breath and pulling you close planting a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your jaw dropped as you were floored and tried to sputter out something just shocked. "Oh don't worry. It was Izuku's idea and I agreed to it because I think you're cute and perfect." Izuku did what to the who, huh??

"Don't be so surprised, we saw your looks, you've been pining after us for a long time. We were waiting not wanting to scare you but, I think we waited long enough." Your brain had long turned to mush and you were simply running on instincts. Your face exploded in red when you felt lips on the back of your neck. Yep mush brain, brain cells are gone. 

"Don't worry we can go slow, there's no rush." You could do nothing. You were hopeless, hopeless but maybe this is something you can get used to.

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I'm making a part two

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #fanfiction #mha #quotev #quirks #fluff #x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #ochako uraraka x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x ochako #female reader #izuku x female reader x ochako #ochako uraraka #izuku midoryia x you #Izuku midoriya

[psychewritesbs]

Yaaayy, I'm the shounen-parody anon. Thank you so much for replying and it was so good hearing someone else gush about jjk too, you really made my day! Now I'm gonna ramble on again, if that's alright with you.

Yeah, about the dickmeasuring contest, the Sukuna-Gojo fight is an outlier and shouldn't be counted because I don't respect either of them 😔 (just kidding)

Okay, now back to main events, I don't think (only hope) that Gojo can survive this. EVEN if he manages to defeat Sukuna, he wouldn't stand a chance against Kenjaku in that state and let's be honest with each other, Kenny isn't a honorable man, he wouldn't just let a golden moment like this go by. (Gojo originally declared war on him afterall, and if he actually went and singlehandedly took out both of the big baddies then that would also suck storywise).

I fully agree with you on the Sukuna-Kenjaku-Tengen triad, altough I'd never REALLY considered Tengen in that way up until now. In my opinion it's all connected and I think Gojo dressing up as Toji is a lead up to Kenjaku and Yuuji's final fight. Kenjaku is Yuuji's mother (Gojo is Megumi's "foster father", currently donning the clothes of his actual father, whom he killed. Just as Kenjaku donned the "clothes" of Kaori, who was also presumably murdered by Kenjaku) and Geto is the equal but opposite of Yuuji, just as Sukuna is to Gojo. Megumi and Gojo's techniques are interlinked (Infinity vs Void, seemingly the opposites, but actually rather similar to each other. Also both Mahoraga and Gojo are symbols of balance) and if Yuuji's technique is confirmed, then switching places (whether it is his inherent technique, Sukuna's technique or one of the death paintings' he has swallowed is up for debate) is also similar, yet inherently different to Kenjaku's body-snatching.

Perhaps... perhaps if it's all (or somewhat) true, then maybe... just maybe... there could also be something more about the Tengen-Shoko-Nobara triad too? Or what if it's not Shoko, but actually Yuki, we should consider into the equation? Just thinking about the possibilities makes me dizzy. (Okay, so here is how Nobara can still win). What if Nobara was a Star Plasma Vessel and since she couldn't survive her injuries, she had to fuse together with Tengen as a last ditch effort? Or what if she was saved by Shoko and then Tengen realized the potential in Resonance (it could be highly effective against someone like them) and hid her away until the true(tm) plan was set into motion? If Nobara could somehow manage to take out Tengen once they were fused together with all of the cursed spirits, then they could fulfill both theirs and Yuki's goals in the end. (Sort of a Reverse Uno Technique)

But that doesn't matter now, what matters is that I'm 90% sure that Kenny and Tengen were hate-fucking back in the good old days and I can't stop thinking about it. Also, what if it's Tengen who drove/pushed Kenjaku to madness, intentionally or uninentionally, like in Yuki's and Geto's case? Both Geto and Tengen took on the role of religious leaders (I mean... one directly lead to the other) and both Kenjaku's and Yuki's main motivation was "evolution". Geto consumed and was consumed, Yuki refused to be consumed. Aaaah, there is just so much there too. Damn you Gege.

(If any of this is incoherent or incomprehensible, that's not just the language barrier, I am simply incapable of being normal about JJK even in my native language, so it's a challenge either way)

ok, I'm going to give this another try. let's hope my cats don't jump on my laptop again.

HOLA shonen-parody-anon! Listen... gushing with others about jjk is like one of my favorite past times, so thank you for nerding out with me.

Let's ramble away under the cut.

Yeah, about the dickmeasuring contest, the Sukuna-Gojo fight is an outlier and shouldn't be counted because I don't respect either of them 😔 (just kidding)

ARE YOU THO?! Are you really just kidding?!!!!!

ok no but for real I'm curious as to what you mean by this bahaha. I feel like there's a story that is not being disclosed here that I want to hear more about...

I don't think (only hope) that Gojo can survive this. EVEN if he manages to defeat Sukuna, he wouldn't stand a chance against Kenjaku in that state

Yeah, I think Gojo is either a goner or at the very least will be badly damaged after this battle. As you say, if it isn't Sukuna who does him in, Kenny has been killing 6 eyes users for fun for a thousand years too.

Can you imagine tho?!!!! THE DRAMA! Kenny killing Gojo using Geto's body on December 24th would just be...

think Gojo dressing up as Toji is a lead up to Kenjaku and Yuuji's final fight

ok sooooooo... I must admit I didn't follow your theory very well but I fully support it lol!

both Mahoraga and Gojo are symbols of balance

OK! Do tell me more about this Maho-chan symbolical connection to Gojo as symbols of balance. I haven't researched Maho very much if I'm honest. All I remember having read is that a Mahoraga is summoned by a passionate/angry youth and likes music... something like that.

(Okay, so here is how Nobara can still win)

I continue to applaud your commitment to Nobara's non-confirmed death meaning she's defo still alive.

But in all seriousness, the questions you pose are very interesting. After all, we haven't been told what it is that makes a star plasma vessel so special, and, as you mention, Nobara's ct directly affects the soul.

what matters is that I'm 90% sure that Kenny and Tengen were hate-fucking back in the good old days and I can't stop thinking about it

🤣 and this is how you've installed a hc in my brain looool. So to me, more than Yuki/Tengen and Geto/Kenny parallels, I am wondering if it's more of a Gojo/Kenny and Geto/Tengen parallel?

I can't wait to find out either way!

Aaaah, there is just so much there too. Damn you Gege.

I feel like this is so relatable LOL!

This feeling is what fuels all of my rambles actually.

(If any of this is incoherent or incomprehensible, that's not just the language barrier, I am simply incapable of being normal about JJK even in my native language, so it's a challenge either way)

I feel like I just need to copy this disclaimer and use it moving forward lol.

ANYWAYS! Thanks again for dropping by shonen-parody-anon!

#ask the mental gymnastics anime girl

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Dunyarzad-posting, spoilers up to end of Chapter 3 Act 2, The Morn a Thousand Roses Brings:

See, this is how you do "a Teppei", Hoyoverse.

Still chronically ill. Still winning the hearts of everyone she meets, platonically or otherwise. Nilou, was that crown an excuse to touch her head? Dehya, how can you sense her from vibes alone!? Do you just recognise her scent >_> ?

I want so many Dehyazad and/or Dunyilou and/or triad samsara time loop romance-drama fics, like oh my gods

I would have been okay with a slightly sadder ending—unlike Teppei they would have earned that gut punch of an ending—but I do like that Dunyarzad's ultimate fate wasn't a deus ex machina but a... okay, deus, but a sign of Nahida's agency, that feels more earned than a "oh and by the way turns out she's fine!"

#genshin impact #dunyarzad #please use common sense about hiding spoilers under the cut in reblogs #not everyone's up to date it's been less than 72 hours etc #the morn a thousand roses brings #genshin impact spoilers #playing genshin

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ROUND 2 ANALYSIS: A PATTERN EMERGES

round two voting has concluded! and as is usual, i have some things to say about it

first of all, this round marks the entrance of our four highest seeded contenders - plumeria, the shadow triad, eri and matt. the title of this roundup post was originally going to be "MATT'S HERE NOW" but his match was actually significantly tamer than others, and there's something else i want to talk about more

almost half of our contestants going into the quarterfinals share three attributes: a red theme, bobbed hair, and capacity for (possibly feral) violence. mars, courtney and mela have significant support within the demographic of people voting in this bracket. now, i doubt the hair is really doing anything, i think that's mostly a coincidence, but it is interesting and pretty funny to me how that's worked out.

starting with mars: she's feral and we all love her for it. there have been enough tags about mars being feral that i'm going to have enough to make an entire tag compilation post at the end of this bracket. she's the star of the most one-sided poll this round, winning against petrel by 88% of votes. this is also our most-voted poll with 161 votes at time of writing. tumblr LOVE mars.

secondly, courtney: a significantly closer match this time against her team magma colleague tabitha, but still a clear win. i thought this match would have been a lot closer, and i saw some great arguments for both opponents in the tags, but in the end courtney won by 65%. that's pretty significant! i was honestly half expecting tabitha to win. i would like to officially state that i hope our banner isn't influencing results even though it is correct.

and finally, mela. i was not expecting her to get this far, i'll be completely honest. she has rage in her heart, yes, but she's also wearing those big ol boots. i spend a lot of time thinking about garment construction and how it would limit movement in a fistfight and in mela's case, i believe her boots would hinder her. She was seeded below Atticus for this exact reason. but she's taken down a galactic commander (rip saturn you tried) and her ninja-themed bestie, and i'm very curious to see how she'll do against her next opponent. will the angry bebooted teenager make it through the quarterfinals or will her reign end here? who know! not me!

other things of note: jupiter made it through round two, but with significantly less of a winning margin at 56/44% at time of writing (which is also our closest match), with a reverse sweep, since Oleana had an initial lead. i'd chalk this up to her opponent - while i haven't played swsh, i have heard a few things about oleana, and she does seem like the kind of person to fight dirty. unfortunately for her the tumblr consensus seems to be that jupiter would fight dirtier. the #jupitersweep dream lives on For Now.

a fight i wasn't expecting to be as close as it was is (one of) the shadow triad vs rocket executive archer. i don't know if archer has secret combat tricks i don't know about and that's why he got 34% of votes but that was genuinely a surprise to me considering he was up against an actual ninja who can appear out of thin air and stuff. pretty impressive on his part honestly.

finally, and related to my last point, we've lost two more villainous teams this round. team rocket has lost all four of its representatives in one round and is now entirely out of the running. we also lost macro cosmos's only representative, oleana, who did her best and i'm very proud of her.

the teams left in the running are teams aqua, magma, galactic, plasma, skull and star. most of those only have one representative left but galactic and star have two. i don't have too much to say about this, but i do think it's interesting and worth noting.

and now, funny tags time!

(courtesy of @/edgeanescence on the matt vs ariana poll)

(courtesy of @/spaghettiwolf on plumeria vs proton)

(courtesy of @/pixelchaos00, also on plumeria vs proton)

(mars vs petrel compilation, courtesy of @/clefaiiiry, @/salon-maiden-anabel and @/quarterdollar)

#here's to a fun quarterfinals! #very excited to see how it goes #this post brought to you mostly by giratina-plushie with some insights by catboy-cyrus and you can tell where those insights are #because he uses capitals normally and i do not

[snowdust64]

『 No Reason. 』 English translation

Artist: VΔLZ Original lyrics: Sekimen Translation by Snowdust64 ______________________

Attention readers - This post contains only the verse-by-verse translation; I posted the romanized lyrics separately so they could be available sooner.

Words typed in all-caps were originally in English and have been preserved. Additional notes at the bottom. ______________________

Oi, still trembling are you? A cut-out SOUL LIKE A huge blaze Sharpening gaze  This isn’t a charity From here on it’s a paid PLAN, IT’S OK

Don’t make me laugh   Humor Everything conveyed  Revelation I hear it coming, MAYDAY WIPE OUT already TIME UP The one who intercepts it quickly ascends skyward

Move outta the way  How you feeling?  WHAT’S UP? Genius shut-in, I’m idle Well hey, won’t you yield to me? What a pain, I don’t want to talk anymore

With piercing stares, a three-way deadlock  [1] The triad of flowers gathers here now Gathers to aim for the throne ruling this frenzied world

WANNA KNOW WHY. NO REASON. There’s something I have to convey The shattered pieces are the only proof WANNA KNOW WHY. NO REASON. To the point of my voice drying up, for a far, far distance I’ve kept on running

Struggling to aim high, looks like it’s even HIGHer Raising my hopes, still in my unstoppable era Seems I haven’t forgotten those painful feelings The showdown continues

KEEEEEEP! Vision’s good FLOW,  surrender, escape Now, let’s go, partner The greatest circumvention Be careful of your surroundings

It’s not a ONE SIDE GAME is it? Faceless mob? That can’t be right WAKE UP, RISE UP COME ON, to the greatest STAGE

PLEASE TELL ME Can you see it? Can you hear the cheering voices? DON’T BE AFRAID TO LOSE

Gathering once more, a three-way deadlock Now begins the battle of blue mayhem  [2] Aim for glory and for the future Know the reason why you sit atop the throne

WANNA KNOW WHY. NO REASON. There are things I’ve lost as well The shattered pieces are Miracles of tears WANNA KNOW WHY. NO REASON. To the point of my voice drying up, from a far, far distance I kept on running

WANNA KNOW WHY. NO REASON. There’s something I have to convey The shattered pieces are the only proof WANNA KNOW WHY. NO REASON. To the point of my voice drying up, for a far, far distance I’ve kept on running

Struggling to aim high, looks like it’s even higher Raising my hopes, still in my unstoppable era Seems I haven’t forgotten those painful feelings After all, I’m still running on Right now, there are things that cannot be fulfilled And there are moments when I can’t breathe But I can’t rest my feet This is the showdown to that end

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Translation notes.

[1] ‘sansukumi’ is an idiom referring to a three-way stalemate where each party has one stronger opponent and one weaker opponent, and therefore no one can win overall. An easy example is if you play rock-paper-scissor in a group of three, and all three options are thrown.

[2] I couldn’t find any other example of the phrase ‘aoki souran’ which directly translated to “blue mayhem,” so I assume this is a poetic metaphor for VΔLZ as a group.

Disclaimer: I am not a native Japanese speaker, and this song has a ton of word play... If you notice any misinterpretations, please let me know so I can fix it!!!

#VΔLZ #vtuber translations #kaida haru #nagao kei #genzuki tojiro