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theprissythumbelina · 2 months

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So you want to write about horses.

(Part 3! Enjoy this post? Want to know more? Check out So You Want To Write About Horses Part 1 and So You Want To Write About Horses: Medieval Edition)

Maybe your character is a jockey, or a rancher, or a stablehand, or the ever popular cowboy in the wild west. Maybe they have a whole team and an Olympic dream. But what do people even do with horses? I can help.

First, some vital terms

The equipment that a horse wears is referred to as Tack. Tack can be minimal or incredibly complex. The part that goes on the horse's head when riding is the bridle, and the part that goes on the back for the person to sit on is the saddle.

^ Got that? Good, there will be a test at the end.

Now, What do people even do with horses?

To know the jobs around horses, you should know that the equestrian world is divided into very distinct and separate realms, and the further you delve into these realms, the more specific and specialized the horses, equipment, and terms become. Broadly, there is "pleasure" horses and "working" horses. Working horses are relied upon for physical labor to support their humans. Pleasure horses fall into more of a hobby for their humans.

There is also the Western riding style and the English riding style. The Western style descends from the Spanish saddle, and is used throughout the world, but most commonly in the Americas, where it is closely tied to herding cattle. The English style is a bit harder to clearly pin down the original influences, but has history in military uses throughout the European continent, and currently exists internationally. The English style is the style used at the Olympic games and in jumping competitions, whereas Western is not.

^ this is an example of a Western Style working horse. Western describes the style of equipment as well as the riding style. This horse is dressed for herding cattle, with a large comfortable saddle and simple rope bridle.

^ This is also a working horse, this time in the English riding style. Notice the saddle is much smaller, without a large 'horn' at the front of the saddle, and the bridle on the horse's head is much more complex. This horse is a Police horse.

^ and there are many combinations, variations, or lack ofs that exist. Some people have trained their horses to not need any tack, and need only the tiniest movements of their rider's body. Don't ask me how, I am not one of them.

Finally, Professions involving horses.

For ease of understanding, I will break this into segments that involve all horses, English horses, Western horses, and then the even more specific horses like racehorses, ect.

This edition will deal with professions involving All Horses.

Equine Veterinarians

Veterinarians that work with horses in rural areas are usually more generally large animal veterinarians, while equine vets, often attached to an equine hospital or clinic, have specific and in-depth knowledge of equine medicine, rather than equine and bovine medicine. Both large animal vets and equine vets administer vaccines, diagnostic tests, and certificates of health, as well as diagnosing and prescribing treatments of injuries and sicknesses. Vets also aid in breeding horses, caring for pregnant mares, birthing foals, and handling semen collection or injection for artificial insemination.

One of the most common reasons for a vet call is for the treatment of colic, any horse owner's nightmare. Horses have a massive system of intestines, and any change to a horse's diet, stress, or exercise, as well as many other causes, can lead to a backup of food or feces in the digestive system. Minor cases can resolve with pain treatment, but in severe cases surgery is required, and horses can die very quickly from what is essentially an extremely dangerous stomach ache. It is one of the most common causes of death for horses.

^ In very severe cases, parts of the intestine tie themselves into knots, lose blood flow, and die within the horse. I know many horses that have died from colic, and some that have survived.

Farriers

Farriers are pedicure specialists for horses. The hoof of a horse is simply a very large and thick fingernail, and a farrier is an expert in trimming, shaping, and even repairing that massive fingernail, as well as tacking on metal shoes to the bottom of a horse's foot. Farriers are also sometimes blacksmiths, and will create their own shoes, while others use premade shoes and nails.

^ (1)A farrier tacking on a shoe to a horse's hoof. (2) Shaping hooves with a rasp. Farrier treatments cause no pain to the horse when done correctly, and the specialized knowledge of which is why many farriers are expensive. Horses will need this redone every 4-8 weeks, depending on the horse and the environment. Even more than the vet, a good farrier is vital to the health and use of a horse, while a bad farrier can ruin a horse in less than the swing of a hammer.

(Side note: This is not a shoe, and no person putting that on a horse should be considered a farrier. I don't take many strong stances in informational posts, but this is one.)

Saddlers

These expert leather workers fit and shape the tack to the shape of the horse and the shape of the rider. Many serious riders have custom fitted tack, where a base saddle or bridle has been reworked after purchase to perfectly fit the riding pair in question. (I have one, it was expensive, and it continues to be worth it). Historically, tack has always been made with leather, which allows for stretch and molding of the tack, as well as decades of longevity, and still today, only the cheapest of tack is made with plastics. Saddlers often specialize in English or Western style tack, and many old brands are still known today for certain fits.

^ An expert Colorado saddler at work.

Trainers

Horses do not naturally trust humans, even after thousands of years of domestication, nor do they automatically know how to be ridden. Trainers are experts not only in their discipline, but also experts in horse behavior, communication (with humans and horses), basic first aid, common sense, and the rarest of all, the elusive 'horse sense'. Horse sense give a trainer the understanding of a horse's personality, and allows them to form a bond that not only teaches the horse to trust them, but to trust all humans. A trainer's job is to discover the horse's potential abilities, as well as the horse's fears, dislikes, and any pain or mis-training that could impede a horse's progress. Across the world, there are many style of training, many jobs that horses must be taught to preform, and a lot of misunderstandings. A good trainer can save the lives of horses and humans alike, a bad trainer can ruin both. The first steps of training a horse can be referred to as 'starting', 'breaking', 'training', 'backing', and many more.

Grooms

Grooms are the beauty professionals of the horse world, as well as the people getting everything done behind the scenes at high level barns or shows. In some places, grooms bring the horse in from the field or stall to be brushed, put the tack on the horse, warm the horse up, and then hand the horse over to the rider. In other places, grooms are a luxury as much as a butler for your horse. Grooms may also be responsible for managing the stables and tacking areas, keeping those areas clean through sweeping or removing mess, and potentially feeding, moving horses from pasture to stable, or whatever else needs to be done at a large stable. In other situations, the more grunt work will fall to part-time stablehands, while the grooms focus on working with the horses and riders.

^ Racehorse Groom Stephanie Searle grooms a racehorse.

Floaters/Equine Dentists

Horses are unique animals, with unique digestive systems, as has already been discussed, and with unique teeth. Due to horses' diets involving primarily hays, grasses, or grains, the teeth of a horse receive a great deal of wear from the tough nature of these foods. The wear patterns are so well documented that they have for thousands of years been used to tell the age of a horse with a great deal of accuracy.

Floaters are equine teeth experts, and receive their name from the practice of 'floating', or grinding sharp areas of horses' teeth down to prevent these sharp points from slicing into the horse's cheeks or stopping a horse from properly chewing.

^ Floating a horse's teeth. Also not painful, but like many people, horses tend to prefer being sedated for the dentist.

Professional Transport

In the modern age, as well as to a certain extent, the past, horses are constantly being moved, shown, sold, and shipped. Professional horse transport exists in the form of semi-trucks, ships, and planes, as well as trains. The transport of horses, usually very expensive and valuable horses, requires a team of professionals including veterinarians to ensure the horses' safety in transition.

^ Horses ready to go on a plane. Personally, a terrifying sight.

Alternative Treatments

Just like human medicine, horse medicine has a proliferation of supplements, alternative treatments, folk magic, and home treatments. Professional equine nutritionists work with feed companies as well as feed supplement companies (think herbal food additives as well as fish oil, ect.) to create supplement brands that claim to calm or energize horses, ease pain, prevent colic, or treat any number of issues. Horses may receive any number of visits from such varied services as equine massage therapists, equine physical therapists, equine chiropractors, equine spirit mediums, animal communicators, and so on. The scientific basis for these professionals ranges from well supported to lacking support, but such services remain popular regardless.

^ No matter what the profession with horses ends up being, just about everyone starts here: mucking out the stalls.

This post will end here, but keep an eye for the extended cut with the English and Western specific professions!

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spilledmilkfkdies · 10 months

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hello, i wonder if the wizards were to swap their powers around so they all got one of their brother’s powers, who would be most vs least suited for each power??

Hi yes hello anon, I work for @solariaswitch, or rather she's my investor and owns like 80% of me. But!! I'll gladly take the ask off her hands, hope that's okay <3

I was gonna type this separated by power, but I noticed that it didn't give me the chance to talk about every wizard as much as I wanted because I'm a little stupid, so I'm doing it per wizard instead.

『 OGRON 』

I can't start this off without putting the deranged take out there that, considering his own main power, he might've handled/used the other wizards' powers before. It's not impossible. Would probably put him at an advantage if a power swap situation were to occur. That being said? I think he'd like Anagan's least in a combat setting specifically, but not by a lot. Could definitely still work with it if necessary, I just don't see Ogron as someone who enjoys running for a LONG period of time, let's just say that.

Now, would he like Duman's or Gantlos' better? I'm gonna say Gantlos'. Do I have a solid reason beyond 'the enhanced senses might throw him off a little'? Yeah, actually. Ogron's way of using it could perhaps take it to a different level than Gantlos, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Uses it on a smaller scale rather than go full natural disaster, doing less damage overall, but being more focused and precise. Safe option. I think he can do it.

『 GANTLOS 』

Do NOT give this poor man Anagan's super speed either. I keep imagining his legs moving before the rest of him is ready, just violently yoinking him along, pulling him in a direction with the smallest step. I'd like to think his movements have weight to them, if that makes sense? So giving him powers that are all about swiftness and literally speed just doesn't sound like a good idea. Would probably be scary though.

I'm on the fence whether he'd handle shapeshifting okay. On one hand I think the enhanced senses would negatively impact him the least, but I don't see him enjoying the actual transforming part of the whole thing, which is pretty important. BUT would he like it more than Ogron's? I don't know either. I mean, the converting damage into strength part could work out for him, I guess? Both powers are quite versatile in the sense that they're both about adapting and doing so quickly, and I already said quick is simply not for him. Okay unhinged take, give him shapeshifting. Ask me to elaborate and I'll disappear mysteriously.

『 ANAGAN 』

Okay so, I'm gonna come out and say he would dislike Gantlos' powers for the same reason Gantlos would dislike his, sort of. It's not his tempo and he's very light on his feet, tries to stomp and might break his leg. Not ideal. I'm gonna come out a second time to add shapeshifting to his 'no' list as well. He likes his powers a bit more uhhh normal. Let's put it like that.

Give him Ogron's powers. PUT HIM IN CHARGE. The audacity of me to go "he likes his powers normal" and then give him this wow. Anyway, I think that out of everyone, he'd handle them best. Quick thinker, a straightforward plan enthusiast, what more could you need? The major downside of it is of course that his own powers don't allow for as much different use as Ogron's do, but that'd be a good thing. I believe in him. He's level-headed enough for it to not get to him, if that makes sense?

『 DUMAN 』

I think he'd be upset with any power that's not his, honestly, also like a majority of the powers, if not all, would genuinely drive him insane and I'm not sure if I mean that affectionately. Gantlos' seismic bs and super strength? Suddenly develops some very serious anger issues. Or enhances the ones he already has, depending on how you view him. Goes clap clap and stomp stomp for funsies, throws cars, experiences the most unhinged tantrum known to man and makes people explode. Probably wouldn't do too well with Ogron's powers either, the general population, I mean. COMPLETELY loses the plot. Being able to pretty much copy any power simply cannot be good for him. Not to dunk on my boy and say he has power hungry hysteria potential. But. Yes I will say that.

Least offending option? Anagan's speed. Final answer. Since he's already pretty physical in his combat style, y'know? It'd be a bigger challenge for him to dress in a way that allows for mobility than it is to figure out how to work with super speed. Might turn into a speedy meat grinder, but just put a leash on him or something, easiest power to keep him in check with probably. Hopefully.

To summarize:

Give Ogron Gantlos' powers, Gantlos gets Duman's, Anagan gets Ogron's and Duman gets Anagan's. That is best case scenario, least problems for everyone. Worst case scenario though? There's some overlap so unless multiple people can get Anagan's, there isn't really a worst. His powers are not popular, poor guy. No actually, the WORST scenario is the one where Duman gets all.

Crazy how the original Trix ask was mine?? Go figure lmao.

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local-diavolo-anon · 9 months

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Might as well write it so

DayCare Attendant General Headcanons

(This is for biblically accurate and canon compliant versions of these guys)

it's all under a cut to avoid a slab of text in ur faces lol

Sun has separation anxiety, he was not meant to have it, but sometimes shit happens

Their face being stiff and unable to move left them forced to figure out how to express emotions through body language

The easier thing to read are the clicking of Sun's rays and Moon's entire head: the more clicking, the stronger they feel

clockwise turning = positive reaction, counter-clockwise turning = negative reaction

Moon is a gremlin. And also a bit of a bastard and likes to make pranks and play games on people

Depending on the game its up to you to figure if he likes or dislikes you (which could be difficult since mean pranks also indicate liking)

Moon stashes candies in his hat to give to children who behave nicely, Suns doesn't like that

Both of them are very obliviously jester-oriented in their movements, but Sun more in the way you'd expect from an actor whose performance include interacting with people, Moon moves more like an actor on stage

So sun is energetic and moves like he does in the game, (mainly exagerated, circular motions aimed at not scaring children), he is acting but he still keeps in mind that he is interacting with someone and they need to be included in his play somehow

Moon however does not give a shit and you might be talking to him and he just start cartwheeling around you while keeping his head and eyes locked on your face

Sun is absolute trash on their wire and could faceplant from 30 centimeters (roughly a foot)

Moon is the most skilled one, he loves his wire and likes to perform intricate tricks with the cable, like strategically propping himself up to spend some time up there as if he were in an hammock

Sun is a ray of sunshine and pretty much a golden retriever of a robot... if it weren't for his crippling anxiety, which gives him more the vibe of a stressed chihuahua (he is still doing his best)

He tries very hard to be sociable but the "i'm at my fucking limit" point is reached fast, especially on busier days

Neither of them can swear by programming

Or well, not directly at least, Sun finds creative way to curse people he dislikes when he is very stressed; even if he feels mean afterward

Moon doesn't do it but he thinks its hilarious to watch

Eclipse has the disappointed stare but it's amusing and harmless so he let it go

Sun curses are on the "your mother is a hamster and your father smells of elderberries" kind of level, and not everybody understand what he is saying

If Moon dislikes someone that someone will simply end up with everything in their possession stolen and dissaminated through the whole pizza plex

Moon is the most strict about following rules and absolutely hates when rules are broken, even smaller ones

Sun is less strict, despite like moon being neurotic about keeping things clean

Eclipse cares about rules, especially safety ones (for sun and moon are rules are important the same), so while he is lax on anything else, safety measures have to be respected no matter what

However, despite being the more adamant about rules Moon is also the first to try and find loopholes and walkable paths around them

That is why the pizzaplex has some oddly specific rules that would leave any normal quest to wonder just what the fuck happened for that rule to exist, kinda like the "don't poop on the floor" rule in fnaf 1 but somehow worse

Some rules could not be implemented necause they went against necessary programming or legally mandadory safety protocols

So basically Moon is fully authorized to kick down a door if he deems it necessary, which could be at any give time even if nothing is happening

The management just gave up after a while and gave him the rule to simply not go beyond a certain amount of money in damages

Oh and while Eclipse does not care, Sun hates when Moon walks around rules, that's something that fuels his anxiety

all 3 of them would dislike a daycare assistant because of past experiences, most people do not like taking orders from a robot and that combines bad with people who priorly only worked as nannies and teachers

mainly because when you're used to work in a position of control, being told you need to respond to a robot of all things, might not sit right with many people

them scaring each assistant away is the reason of why at the time of the game settings, the daycare has been closed since a while

while Eclipse agrees with them on the assistant, he thinks scaring them away is not worth the trouble

Eclipse is made to be the caretaker of sorts, the one who runs the daycare and gives instructions

at the time of the first game, the glitchtrap/mimic virus had him in permanent standby to prevent him from interfering, which is why we never see Eclipse in the first game

he is the one that would kick in when there is a child in danger, that needs help or when they needed to talk with a parent

he is basically the customer service one of the three, the other two are one to anxious and the other takes too much satisfaction in scaring people

#not an ask #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sb #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant headcanons #fnaf headcanons #sun headcanons #moon headcanons #by the gods i hate when there are this many tags for the same characters #i feel like i am going insane ngl #:((#fnaf eclipse

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circa-specturgia · 2 years

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Introduction to Specturgy

Authors note: I hope to form a somewhat straightforward description of the magic system of the setting of Circa Specturgia! It may be a bit convoluted/rambly, but, I’ll try to be as clear as I can be! Hope you enjoy!

The Basics - What is reality?

The fabric of the cosmos consists of impossibly small threads forming the material and immaterial of what is reality. This can be compared to a purple blanket being the fabric of reality, and the red and blue threads forming it being the material and immaterial components, intertwined and interwoven. These are then further split into different Aspects of these planes, which we can liken to each of these blue or red threads being wrapped around by these smaller strings, which if pulled on, can change the movement of the entire thread. A different color ‘string’ would symbolize a different Aspect, and the thread it is on, which of the two planes of reality it affects when tugged on. Note, many similar shades of these strings on the threads would symbolize the Aspects belonging to a singular group, e.g., Fire, Lightning and Plasma.

Specturgy and Specters

Specturgy is the art of manipulating one Aspect of these two planes of reality, those preforming it being called Specters, as they can interact with and manipulate a certain Aspect. Aspects can be separated into two groups, (those of the Jykverulæk, materium, and those of the Viðurværis, immaterium), and thus so can Specturgy, into Jynkaturgy and Viðumancy, respectively.

First however it is good to understand what an Aspect is. As the name suggests, they are parts of the world, of reality, to use the Purple Blanket model, ‘strings that weave together to create threads’ of existence. In Specturgy, however, where the term is most often used, an Aspect refers to one of several specific existing forces or elemental parts of that world, that can be manipulated through a corresponding Specturgic art. Another thing that can be briefly touched upon, is Specters, or those capable of performing Specturgy, sometimes also called Spectinborne.

To bring back our Purple Blanket model; say one could touch only the lime green string wrapping a red thread, but another could possibly tug and loosen the evergreen, lime, and emerald-colored strings, all wrapped around the red threads. This would be someone called and Allspecter, as they can control all the Aspects of a certain type, in comparison to a Solspecter which can manipulate only one.

Specters Capabilities and Limits

A Specters capability is measured in a combination of three factors. The first is their influence, this being a measure of how far away strings they can control and how strong their reign of the strings is. The second is that of control, meaning how precisely a Specter is able to control, enact their will on the strings under their influence. Finally, the third is force, that is to say the strength within the influence. Simply put, this is the amount of force which can be exerted by a Specter within a given sphere of strings, when "activating" them (E.g. causing a flame to appear).

Limits to use, and the risks of overuse are another important detail. There is no ‘inner energy’, nor any sort of ‘energy’ at all. Specters do not have any sort of store of mystic power that allows them to do what they do, but rather are simply able to manipulate, and shape, preexisting energy and matter. Instead, the ‘limits’, so to speak, to their abilities are the onset of headaches, and dizziness, as well as feelings of weakness and numbness. Much like running though, pushing oneself to the limit (of course, doing so until your head hurts isn’t recommended), helps the body become stronger, and allows it to do more next time. Of the three factors mentioned above, Control can most easily be improved, by use of training, or tools, as can influence though to a lesser degree. Even with substantial training however, there is very little change in the force of a specters capabilities, making this a factor that is more or less set at birth. In cases of prolonged and forced extraneous activity, nosebleeds are common, as well as feelings of pins and needles creeping around the body. Eventually, if not halted, brain hemorrhaging is often the cause of death or stroke.

The Behavior Of Strings

Strings behave much akin to those which make up physical fabric, meaning the way in which they are manipulated can be described in a similar model to that of the blanket above. A Specters ability to bend reality to their will relies on being able to use the strings precisely in the way they seek to. There exist 7 primary interactions of this sort, named after their simple representation in our model; Push-Pull, Arc, Cross, Fold, Coil, Converge and Diverge. Each of these describe a way in which a Specter acts upon the strings that make up the world; e.g. Pulling being the action of pulling strings towards oneself, Arcing being the action of forming a bend or arc to a string under a Specter’s influence, and the list goes on.

A trait of the Aspects and their behavior not previously mentioned would be the way that they are dispersed over the world. As it’s been said, Aspects are as their name suggests, certain parts of reality. To call back the Purple Blanket, this would be visible by the blanket being thicker in some places, where there would be a greater concentration of life to perceive Aspects. Where there is more life, there are more Aspects, and thus, reality is more ‘real’, stable. The same is true in reverse, however. Where there is little sentient life, reality tends to be less stable, its fabric thinner, sometimes twisted, tangled, frayed. These places also tend to make it difficult for a Specter to use their Aspect, however such places have been decreasing as people have travelled and inhabited more of the world. In essential, the more populated and inhabited an area, the thicker and more stable the fabric of reality, and the thicker the fabric, the more effective and stable the use of Aspects of it, and vice-versa.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the ideas I presented here! I intend to possibly make more posts going into the details of the system of Specturgy as I continue my fifth rework of the system (I swear this is the last one), explains things mentioned here like Jynkaturgy, Viðumancy, the interactions, and more stuff I didn’t mention here yet, like Phenomena Inprensibilia, other techniques, and Fae! If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask or message, everyone is welcome!

I’ll be adding to this tag list, so just let me know if you want to be added (or if I forgot you!!! @bloodlessheirbyjacques @athenswrites

#wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia #magic system #hard magic #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing thoughts #writing community #writing inspiration #specturgy

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nagasakidivision · 2 years

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Damien: 35 facts meme

The absolute amount of dancing around things I had to do when writing this. click button expand it's long etc

He has a pet dog named Lucia!

She is a Schipperke, a small breed of dog once used for controlling rat populations on ships.

They're the little black dogs I've been periodically reblogging in his interest queue!

Everyone loves her. She is aloof around total strangers but can warm up quickly depending on the person.

Damien trusts her judgment in strangers absolutely: if she decides she likes you, as far as he's concerned you're a good person.

She has an extremely extensive trick vocabulary of about 80 commands.

I wish I knew more about Japan's dog show circuit so I could give specifics, but she is titled in rally obedience and agility (albeit only at low levels since Damien can't show her regularly.)

Damien's had her for about three years, but she's a bit older than that. She's likely five years old, once you get past two years it's kind of guesswork.

She's a rescue and that's why her background is a little ambiguous.

"hey raz aren't you supposed to be writing about a human here" ok. :c Damien is a diehard metal fan.

His favorite band is Holy Blood. Waves Are Dancing for best folk metal album of all time. (volume warning: there's screaming)

He's an extremely talented dog trainer (if you hadn't guessed by now) and probably had a missed calling doing it professionally.

It's one of those side jobs he'll do occasionally though.

He has...a lot of side jobs he drifts between. Writing, speaking, dog training, anything that lets him set his own schedule and that he can back away from at a moment's notice.

Capricious, yes he is.

The mall goth clothes stay on even during the dead of summer, so it's a miracle he hasn't died yet given how hot and humid Nagasaki is. He's dedicated.

He's got a good sized wardrobe, on that note!

How he can afford it is unknown. He doesn't seem to have anything approaching a consistent job.

He alternates between crashing with Shirou or Haruto.

He's fluent in Russian and English!

He's on a polyphasic sleep schedule and breaks up his sleep into two 2-hour periods and one 1-hour interval.

This...theoretically works for him but he is powered by energy drinks.

He can use "post-millennial dispensationalism" correctly in a sentence.

Like Shirou, he is devoutly religious.

However, he's within the mukyoukai/churchless movement! I'll have to do a separate post on this because I hit the character limit on this but it's genuinely fascinating as a social/theological movement.

Nagasaki has a sizeable minority of Catholics (the largest in Japan!) but having a somewhat smaller size population for a city in Japan means that his group might be...literally just him and maybe two other people.

He's a Tolstoyan anarchist which is more or less synonymous with religious anarchism...and yes, that's Tolstoy as in Leo Tolstoy, as in the guy from Jakurai's introductory quote, as in the guy who did War and Peace, he's an anarchist and effectively is the guy who codified a lot of religious anarchist philosophy.

He baptized himself when he broke into a park and jumped in a lake. Nobody helped but like, it's the intent that matters, so close enough.

He's exceptionally lucky in that he hasn't got a record yet strictly because the petty trespassing and being a public nuisance hasn't gotten him arrested yet. Mostly because he hasn't been caught yet.

When he says he's a public speaker...that's more in the Emma Goldman/Benjamin Lay sense of preaching about major social ills.

Speaking of talking, he's one of those people who talks with his hands a lot. He's extremely animated.

Not pictured: aside from the snakebite piercings, he also has lobe piercings and two helix piercings!

Obviously the fringe is dyed but the rest of his hair is also dyed black.

Looks and attitude aside...he's an exceptionally fast (and voracious) reader who spends a lot of time in libraries

He's in pretty good shape! Very acrobatic. A fast runner in spite of being short.

#real talk i did a double take when i saw that jakurais quote was from the kingdom of god is within you #philosophers and theologians who are mostly of concern within my specific field keep showing up in unexpected places

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herdsworldbuilding · 2 years

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So small details about things can sell a story or world even if they might not break the immersion.

One of these small things that generally doesn’t matter for world building but could be used is what kind of utensils and dishes do people use? This really only ever needs to be thought of if there is a scene where characters are eating or a banquet or something like that. It’s a small detail after all.

So what kind of utensils are used and why?

/ one thing that I remember hearing as a little kid was that In medieval Europe people would refuse to eat with a spoon for a long time because the pronged fork reminded people of the devil’s pitch fork so they ate with spoons and knives.

/ another thing I heard as a bit of an older kid was that chopsticks where users so that people would not need to cut the food at the table so that the dangerous knifes where not nearby. That and forks where seen as uncivil.

I guess we are just out here against the fork hue? But these kind of things are worthy of consideration when picking what utensils a culture prefers to use and why they don’t use other ones.

It’s also a good idea to consider history and what might simply have been invented first.

Here are some examples of potential utensils

-fork: two to five prongs used for stabbing.

-knife: sharp, dull and blunt or seraded makes things into smaller chunks and can be used to push things onto other utensils

-spoon: scoop the soup. Able to hold solids and small mouth fulls of liquid.

-spork: unholy offspring of a fork and spoon and utterly useless at being both

- hands: the og traditional utensil, though dose have the drawback of being messy and accidentally touching hot objects

-laddel : like a spoon but with a sharper incline for a handle, also tends to be deeper so is good to use almost as a cup as well.

-skewers; the best for stabbing. Though essentially a single pronged fork it can be used as a utensils.

-chopsticks : for pinching food not stabbing. Two separate carved sticks that is used to pick up small pieces of food.

-spatula : though more blunt than a knife can be used to cut some things up, it can push around food and scoop it up

- tongs: pinch things like chopsticks, but they are tied together as a single tool rather than two separate parts.

- pick : generally oddly shaped and designed to tackle a specific type of food, like shellfish. these tools are also terrific utensils to consider

-napkins, servets, or paper (such as wax paper); used with hands as a barrier but can be used to hold larger objects or perhaps be folded as some other useful shape for eating.

Utensils tend to pinch, stab or scoop the food for movement to mouth.

Are there any specific physical limits on whatever creatures or people who are useing the utensils that make some utensils impractical over other utensils? Do they even use utensils in the first place? Are there certain rules and etiquette around utensils? What regions of the world use what utensils and what ones do they not use?

Some things to consider

#world building #utensils

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hi mem! i love your work. i was looking at your 'scott as nogitsune' set and i wanted to ask: how do you decide whether to go with big gifs vs smaller ones for a set involving typography?personally i go big but the way you did that set is so well done and coherent, i'm v inspired 🥰 sorry i hope this makes sense

ah this was so kind 🥺 i'd be happy to walk you through the thought process for that set!

deciding how the text is divided is usually my first step for figuring out what a set is going to look like. for the nogitsune set, i chose a quote that easily breaks up into four lines, so either i could have 4 gifs with text on each, or 8+ if i wanted textless gifs in between. this is already a plus as i personally prefer quotes that break up into even numbers for side-by-side sets, as that way you can start the first gif with text, and end the last gif with text if you’re doing a zig zag pattern.

i should probably also mention that part of the decision for that specific set was that originally, i was going to use a clip from a 480p video:

so a style that used heavy color block & maybe wasn’t a full 540 would’ve allowed me to fudge the lack of detail better. this was useful also as i knew i wanted a mixture of black & white & red for the Drama™ of it all, and i personally really like it when that kind of layout is every-other, which lends itself really nicely to a side-by-side look. side-by-side/smaller gifs also allow for a lot of cropping, which is great when you want to focus on specific details.

...also, sometimes i just feel like it! especially during an event when im doing a lot for one character, variety can be a fun challenge. i like how the gifs feel like they’re interacting visually so much more when they’re smaller, instead of more like a separate unit.

so! in sum, smaller gifs are especially helpful when you:

have footage constraints

want to crop heavily

are focused on contrast

just want to!

ok now some thoughts on typography.

part of the struggle with doing side-by-sides is that it’s really easy to get overcrowded really fast, or conversely, for them to all start blurring together. because of this, i generally prefer to do text on every-other gif going down, like in the nogi set.

there are a few things that help tie the text to the set: the red colour matches the red of the opposing gifs, while still popping out of the b&w gif they’re on. The slant on one of the text blocks adds dynamics and movement, whereas the horizontal text on the other helps you linger there for a bit. the font work is also not something super complicated, as at the end of the day it’s just an accent font and a supporting font.

this isn’t the only way to do text on side-by-sides, ofc, as you can do one for every gif—if there’s variation.

specifically, the sort of variation wherein one side is very dynamic, but the other side is very calm, like in the kira set:

doing the heavy text on both sides would make the gifset harder to read, as you’re getting too much information vying for your attention at once. so here, i balanced it out by having an accent font on 1&4, but then just the supporting font on 2&3.

i think side-by-sides are also fun bc they allow for that mixing of font work in ways a large blended gif wouldn’t, so you can either highlight lone images (like in the nogi set) or add special emphasis to parts of the quote (like the kira set).

i’m not sure how much i’ve actually answered your question, but hopefully this was at least a tiny bit fun. 🥰

#asks #personal #memtorial #gifmaking #content creation #teen wolf #mem speaks (to herself)#also to the anon that's asked about a blending tutorial #i haven't forgotten you #it's just gonna be a lot #so i keep putting it off #but i haven't forgotten

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More RW Headcanon Time

Today's Topic: Iterators (Specifically mobile ones)

Now, In-game, the iterators obviously aren't mobile, but in a lot of AU's and HC's (mine included) some of them are. Today I'll explain how they work in my personal HC

It's well-known an Iterator is more than the puppet-it's the whole superstructure. Which is why they're not really mobile. However, in my hc, the way things work is that the puppet is where majority of key processing information is.

The puppet contains their DNA and coding, which is sorta entirely how they function. Their structure contains everything else, from power, to memories and data, to all sorts of bits and bobs that keep things in check. Being detached from this structure is a one-way ticket to death.

So: How can an Iterator live unattached to their structure if I just said that will kill them?

That's where things kinda get weird. So, the way it works in my hc is that as more iterators were built, the technology needed got slimmer and smaller while being stronger. Just like real technology. Your older iterators like Moon absolutely, under no circumstances, can be removed from their structure. If something severs their puppet's connection to the rest of it, they die.

Newer iterators, like my OC's Turning the Page and Lucky Eights, were made with specific intentions of counteracting this in mind. Iterator puppets are only as mobile as they were designed to be. If their purpose required movement, they would be built to do that.

Let's take TtP for example. She was made to document flora and fauna in her region, and even possibly in others. To do this, she needed to have a sturdy and mobile puppet to explore with. Essentially, all they did was slap a battery pack on her and give her some memory storage capabilities in her puppet, as well as designing her structure to be able to pause it's functions when she's not in it.

Pages runs off of water in her structure, like others, but outside, she's battery powered. She can remain out for a few cycles before she'd have to recharge, which just requires her to hook back up to her structure. Her structure goes on hold when she's not in there: Stops taking in water, ceases function, and powers down. After all, she doesn't need it right then and there. Once she returns and hooks herself back in, it springs to life once more.

Another example I'd like to talk about is Lucky Eights. He was only made to be able to cross into his city, nothing more. However, as they built him, they realized that he truly didn't need to be mobile anyway as they could just come to him. But the mobility function was never removed, simply ignored.

After Lucky's collapse, he didn't die because of this. His puppet still held memory, the code, the DNA, everything. His key difference is that he initially had no way to power himself. Instead, while his structure collapsed (but his arm and umbilical remained intact), he found a way to tinker around and power himself through his neuron flies, void fluid, and a bit of water. (How he did this is a story lore-specific to him)

Mobile puppets have modifications that separate them from normal, stationary ones. They have more durable bodies, and some kind of raised pattern on their feet, like hooves or paws, to help them walk on difficult terrain. (Also, they can walk) They tend to be a bit heavier but smaller than stationary puppets.

#rain world #rain world headcanons #rw iterator #Yeah this is a thing bouncing in my head #What dumb thing should I talk about my hc for next...#...how about lizards?#Or maybe I bite the bullet and do scugs

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Artist Spotlight: David Wilson

What kept popping up in our conversation with Oakland-based artist David Wilson was ways of seeing: landscapes, futures, memory. His watercolor series Facing the Other Way is a poetic rendering of the familiar (Mount Tam) made unfamiliar—and we encourage everyone with a love of Marin to spend some time with this remarkable piece and David’s equally remarkable comments (below) about how memory constructs these places we think we know so well.

If all of that is a little too conceptual for you, just know we met David at a dance party and that his art and artistic outlook is just as fun and wild as his DJ sets. To say nothing of the mind-meld that was "The Possible," about which: "I think my brain is just about healed, perhaps it’s time to try it again?"

Studio AHEAD: Hi, David! We want to start with a recent show of yours, “Framings.” It featured a large-scale drawing made of smaller drawings, all from the hillside of Wildcat Canyon, that you did daily over the course of several weeks. Tell us a little bit about this project, and maybe the role the parts play in the whole.

David Wilson: Hi! Yes, over the years of slowing growing into my drawing and painting practice, I’ve found it most rewarding to center the physical experience of sitting in the landscape drawing in direct observation, and to try to separate myself, as best I can, from the final results of what the image becomes. The way I do it, as you’ve noted, is by immersing myself in the parts, working on isolated daily pages that I carry out with me, continuing each day’s sitting with a new blank page picking up on the memory of where I left off.

So the piece you mentioned, Facing the Other Way, is a watercolor score of 33 pages, recording 33 days, all made while sitting at the same perch in Wildcat Canyon, gridded together in the end to form a more expansive view looking out towards the Bay and Mount Tam in the distance. The individual pages can stand alone, and I like to resolve each piece to itself as I work, with the particular character of light and weather and focus evidenced page to page. Sometimes this is obvious, like a day when I paint in the rain and the paper is a softly washed space, but usually it is more subtle. These conditions are in the environmental space but also in the mental space, so each day the external and internal are interacting to bring out whatever marks get marked. So these bigger works, containing lots of parts, share a movement across what I’m seeing and also how I’m seeing. I like that there is a tension between continuity and individuality, it feels honest to what it’s like each day; we shift, things shift, we respond as best we can and find paths forward to make some sense.

This particular spot in Wildcat Canyon is significant for me, it’s a place that I have wandered and drawn many times over the years, making some of my first durational works, learning about myself and what I hope to fulfill in making art. So returning to it in making this piece has an even bigger episodic arc of parts. Walking out over and over, both in the particular season of this painting, but also over all these years, has become a loving, devotional act. I believe it’s how a relationship to a place, or a person, becomes more meaningful. As you continue to choose it, you know it more deeply, it becomes more dear.

Studio AHEAD: Does memory relate to how you imagine landscape? How do you map environments in your mind?

David Wilson: It’s funny, I have always felt extremely un-imaginative when it comes to drawing and painting. The mental image of things is not where I go. For me, seeing is the thing, opening up as clear a channel as I can between my eye and my hand. My favorite marks are ones that are specific because they are a strong response to seeing, those are the ones that can surprise me, and make me happy. The clearer the response, the more purposeful the mark, the more satisfying the result.

I think that’s why I don’t have a studio practice, when I’m home, inside, I don’t know what to make. I have to go out and find some space to work from, that’s what turns it all on. When my kids get excited and ask me to draw things, like a plane or a dog, I draw some really not good things! They look at me like, don’t you draw for your work?

So I don’t feel like I hold a strong mental image, but I do feel like I have a strong grasp on memory as it relates to seeing. I look hard as I sit and take in a landscape, and then drawing sharpens my attention to all those shapes and forms interacting. So by the time I have spent a day looking, I really remember details that help me pick up when I return for a following sitting. I like to end each session picking one little point in these vast landscapes, and staring at it hard so that I can find it again, even if it’s just one particular tree or gap. So I work hard to hold a particular link, but from there, once I start again, I like letting go and getting into the new day’s space, since again, ideally I’m not misplacing my focus on the finish of the piece, just giving myself some structure and purpose to the sequence of days that leads me to larger work.

When I start a new piece, I always start in the middle, beginning with what feels like the center of a landscape. It helps me find the scale more naturally than if I tried to begin with an edge and work in based on an idea about the overall composition. There is something about how my brain works that lets me keep things in order, and maintain some relative scale, but I don’t have a clear mental map that I work off of, it’s a little more of a funky process that goes on in there. I think it’s a Virgo thing.

Studio AHEAD: What is your relation to California? How did you come to be here?

David Wilson: I am an east coast person in origin; I grew up in a suburban town near Worcester, MA. My family kept pretty tight orbits around the northeast, we would mostly just go to Queens to visit my grandparents, Cape Cod to go to the beach, and maybe Vermont or New Hampshire to see some trees and a mountain. But mostly we just stayed put. So when a friend from college tossed out her vision of moving to Oakland I was curious to know what that could even be. I had a pretty enchanting first visit, complete with East Bay hills walks, a noise show at the Oakland warehouse called Lobot, the hike down from Mount Tam to Stinson Beach and back up again, a cute house party, and many burritos, as one does. I felt like I could get right in the mix, and so I moved, and I did.

For me, California is landscape, and it is community, which are the two things that I love most. To move between solitary experiences in big nature and highly connective experiences with people who are excited to be generative is a wonderful mixture. There continue to be days when I find myself way up on a hill, alone, or with a treasured friend, sandwiched between city doings, and I think how lucky it is to live with such a balance.

Studio AHEAD: “California is landscape, and it is community” is our shared mantra! Speaking of community, you received a lot of press for “The Possible” exhibition at BAMPFA. We like how it breaks down the artist/viewer dichotomy by involving the audience, and of course there is an aspect of community building to it as well. What does “The Possible” show is possible? What was impossible about it?

David Wilson: Thanks for the question, it’s always nice to revisit “The Possible,” it was one of those peak life building–and exploding–projects that I will always be unpacking, and hopefully, given the right moment and situation, will get the chance to reenact. For those unfamiliar, “The Possible” was an exhibition that I curated at BAMPFA in 2014 with the support of former director Larry Rinder [whom we interviewed here —SA] . Rather than a traditional presentation of work, the exhibition was a vehicle and a platform that transformed the museum into an experimental school, residency, gathering ground, performance site, and public commons. It was in part inspired by the fact that the museum was about to move out of its inspiring former 1970 Mario Ciampi building, so there was a sense of permission to use the building itself in ways that were formerly not deemed “possible” due to the standard museum protocols around registration, insurance, and just general caution.

The show was very much alive, which I loved, growing and changing everyday, involving new ideas and people with each step, unfolding itself beyond what I could have imagined just myself. The initial group of roughly 100 artists and contributors that I got involved over the course of a year of preparation quickly swelled to twice that as invitations passed further along, and that’s even before the public got swept up in it. There were teams of artists designing, facilitating, and programming studio-type spaces, a ceramics studio, a textile and dye lab, a print shop, a sound recording studio, an experimental video and performance space, a library, and of course, an outdoor shower, among other things. Each of these platforms and resources were made available to invited guests during the week, and were fully open on weekends to the public.

Artists often contributed their ideas to the show itself, which was unique, applying their practice to the common shape or need of the whole. For example, one of my primary collaborators on the exhibition, the artist Alexander Kori Girard, designed a giant platform that was a multi-tiered pinwheel display sculpture, which began the show elegantly empty and then we would install works and ephemera from various happenings every week, so that by the end it was fully tangled in its collection of the show.

“The Possible” was like a festival in that every day for five months something was happening, some things planned but most things unexpectedly unleashed. I like to describe the format of the show as a vessel, like a giant amphora, that was sculpted to hold as much as possible, ideas and people; in the beginning it was empty, and it just kept filling and filling with everyone involved and the public use. The vessel held up pretty well, though I did feel at times like I had fingers plugging holes just barely keeping it from bursting.

I think the show’s most dominant message of possibility was the powerful opportunity of collaboration and cross pollination. People were intersecting their practices, sharing and supporting each other in trying new things; and I believe this forged meaningful new ideas and relationships that have lasted well beyond the time of the show.

Much of the question of what is possible sometimes felt like a question of “what is possible within institutions,” since the show itself is not that radical a format when compared to artist-run spaces. But the scale was perhaps what made this radical, and to stretch an institution in a direction that was un-defined, or not preemptively defined, but purposefully open. It’s a little like how I was describing my drawing practice now that I’m describing it again here…trying to design a format that is rigorous enough to trust so that you can let things just happen.

What was not possible was probably in the sustainability of such a thing. I think a lot of power that drives people into such a spirit heavy, and kind of absurd, communal project like this is the sense of its finite nature. With that all-in spirit came a major force of camaraderie, but there was definitely burn out, and in some cases, darker relationship fall out. I know that for myself, I placed an unrealistic load on my brain to hold things together, and I implicated myself in too many collaborations that didn’t always serve the collaboration or best support the collaborator. So I learned a lot about my capacity, and how I over relied on my capacity to get things done, rather than to take more time to better define certain aspects of relationships, responsibilities, and processes. But it wouldn't have been “The Possible” without a kind of ‘fuck it, let’s go’ attitude. I was just reflecting with artist Drew Bennett, who contributed the outdoor shower zone, on how we are coming up on the ten-year anniversary, I think my brain is just about healed, perhaps it’s time to try it again?

Studio AHEAD: I want to end at the beginning: when we first met at the Truffle Man opening, where you were DJing. Do you view dance parties as an extension of your curatorial work?

David Wilson: I certainly do! Though I like to think of my curatorial work and my work as an artist as pleasantly blurred. At one point during “The Possible,” Larry Rinder asked if I considered the show an exhibition or an artwork, which hit on a nice note for me to think about. So yes, as an artist, organizing gatherings has always been central to what I want to make and what I want to contribute to this place. In the past, I have had more time and energy to explore all the many forms of gatherings and playful reasons to bring people together, but as I have gotten older and operate with perhaps a more streamlined set of needs for my time, I’ve honed in what feels like a truly essential reason to come together, which is dancing. I like to shake it out, and I like to see people shaking it out together.

For me, finding special spaces that bring sparks to the gathering continues to be a big inspiration, letting the environment and the situation be a major character in how we feel being brought together. So most of the dance parties I have helped organize follow that thread, where the place comes first. As you said, we connected at a chocolate factory, dancing in a courtyard in West Oakland. That was a nice one!

I started DJing when I was around twenty, always with the intent to get people dancing. As a kid, from around second grade and on through high school, I was a big mix tape maker. I loved planning it out on paper, getting the construction and movement of songs just right. I would make these cassettes seasonally, I still have that collection actually. So DJing is that same instinct played out in real time, responding to a crowd, constructing a movement of songs, which if done well enough, builds heat on the dance floor and takes people on a little boogie journey. Planning parties, DJing, all these layers to tune into in teasing out the right mixture of a situation, makes me think of your first question about the parts and the whole, microcosms of small choices contained within a whole situation, which in the end releases it from your hands. I guess I like to set things up to see what happens.

Photos by Ekaterina Izmestieva

#studioahead #oakland #artistspotlight #david wilson #bayarea

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Billiard Table Removals Tips | specialisedremovalscairns.com.au

Billiard table removals can be a daunting task. There are so many things to take into account and to be aware of. Luckily, there are many tips and tricks you can use to get the job done right. These tips are going to help you get the best results and ensure that your table is safely removed and reassembled.

Dismantling

Dismantling a pool table is an unpleasant and difficult task. You may have to hire a professional to help you get the job done. It's important to know that you should have a plan before you start. You will need several helpers to help you move your pool table. Make sure that you have the proper tools for the job.

To dismantle your pool table, you'll first need to remove the slate. This will include removing the felt, side rails, and legs. You'll also need to remove the pockets. You can do this by using a screwdriver or pliers to break them apart.

Once you've separated the pieces, you'll need to place them into well-padded boxes. You can pack smaller parts with bubble wrap and packing paper. You can also label the packets to ensure that you don't misplace them.

If you're moving a freestanding pool table, you can strap it in place to reduce movement. You should be very careful when you're reassembling it, since it can be heavy. It's a good idea to have a friend or two to help you. It will take a few hours to assemble the table.

Getting the table out of the house

When it comes to getting the billiard table out of the house, it's not as easy as simply tossing it in the back of a truck. This requires a bit more effort and attention, and can be a costly endeavor, especially if the pool table you're moving is big and bulky.

The best way to move a pool table is to hire a professional. They'll have the right tools and techniques to get the job done in a timely and safe manner. Before you sign on the dotted line, make sure you are familiar with the specifications of your particular table. A pool table can weigh up to 300 pounds. So, make sure you have the appropriate insurance coverage. Also, take the time to pack the table well, including a thick covering of furniture blankets.

While you're at it, you should also do a thorough inspection of the floor under the table, especially if it's hardwood. It's best to take the time to test the table's alignment with a carpenter level.

Reassembling

Pool table removals come in different shapes and sizes. It is important to read the manufacturer's instructions before reassembling the table to ensure that it will be safe. Unless you have the expertise to assemble the table yourself, it is best to call a professional to do the job for you. During the disassembly and reassembly process, wear safety goggles and eye protection.

It is best to move a pool table in a group of two to four people. This will help ensure that everyone's balance on the dollies is maintained. It is also helpful to have a walk board and heavy duty logistics straps. Make sure to label all screws and bolts.

To start the disassembly process, first remove the ball pockets. These are usually held in place with staples. To do this, use a staple puller or a flat-head screwdriver.

After the pockets are removed, you can unbolt the rail system. This is done using 18 bolts. You can put the bolts in a Ziploc bag. Next, unscrew the apron bolts. Afterward, use a socket wrench to take the side rail bolts out.

#billiard table removals #pool table removals Brisbane

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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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the tale of agape I — jjk

World Info: There are eight types of Love originated from Ancient Greece. In the Realm of Love, these types have been turned into seven Gods and one Goddess. — Agape (universal): OC (Name: Belle) | Pragma (everlasting): Jungkook | Storge (familial): Yoongi | Mania (obsession): Seokjin | Philia (platonic): Namjoon | Eros (sexual passion): Taehyung | Philautia (self-love): Hoseok | Ludus (playful): Jimin

Plot: Agape is a well-loved Goddess in the Realm of Love. Anyone who wins her approval will become the most powerful entity in the land, standing side by side as a co-symbol of eternal Love. Unfortunately with knowledge of this power, Gods and Nymphs are prone to obsession and cunning. So Agapes’ de facto brother, Storge organises a tournament in her honour. Only the winner will become Agapes’ partner.

Pairing(s): God!Jungkook x Goddess!OC (Name: Belle) ft. God!Seokjin

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Gods & Goddesses | Fantasy | Romance

Tags & Warnings: betrayal, nothing intense in this chapter but there will eventual smut and violence so

Authors Note: i miss doing a jungkook series lmao so here you go, there were a lot of people during requests asking for a god/goddess au so I’m going on that with a new plot based on the eight types of love. I’m also extremely sleepy and ready to pass out, please excuse any mistakes. And lastly of course, enjoy and let me know what you think! Is this something you’d want me to continue or nah?

Morning began with soft sunlight painting the Love Realm, making the Cherry Palace sandstone glow like a topaz gem. Yoongi, the God of Familial Love stood at the terrace with the God of Platonic Love, Namjoon. Their soft silk robes flowed in the cool breeze as they watched the chariots of red, gold and blue riding into the courtyard; each vehicle pulled by majestic stallions.

“Are you sure about this?” Namjoon asked, eyes gently squinted to adjust to the bright day. His flowing blonde hair looked almost white from the reflection of the sun.

Yoongi shook his head, heart shaped lips pursed. “I don’t like it as much as you do but this is the only way we can filter out the ones on our own accord.”

“Is Belle okay with this?”

“She likes tournaments. Chose the method herself.”

“Jousting?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, unable to hide the smile spreading across his lips.

Namjoon chuckled. “Sometimes I think she just likes the knocking of heads.”

“Agape has a cheek to her.” Yoongi leaned forward on the balcony railing. All the heads padded out of their chariots, escorted by servants into the palace. Only one chariot hadn’t arrived yet.

“Seokjin is coming too?” Namjoons’ voice grew deep with slight contempt.

“I have to invite him. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“You know how he gets, Yoongi.” Namjoon shifted to face him completely. “What if he gets out of control in this tournament?”

“I gave him my warning last time.” Yoongi raised a hand to calm him. “He knows what’ll happen.”

“You can’t kill him.”

“Oh I’ll keep him alive.”

Namjoon shook his head, laughing. “How do you make even that sound threatening?”

Yoongi grinned. “I made her my sister for a reason. No one hurts her on my account.”

“Understood.”

Refreshing wind brushed through the transparent crème curtains into Belles’ room as her lady-in-waiting fit her into a warm pink georgette dress for the first tournament. The tone matched her pink irises, making them look more otherworldly than ever.

Angel let out a satisfied sigh after fixing the train. “Lord Yoongi knows how to pick dresses.” She stood up straight and fixed the gold patchwork bordering the shoulder of the dress.

“He always chooses pink.” Belle observed herself in the silver rimmed mirror, tilting her head. Her curls fell over half her face.

“Well, you can’t wear red just yet.”

“Such a strange rule.”

“Apparently when Agape wears red, it’s only for the most auspicious occasions.” Angels’ voice turned airy as her face lit up with astonishment. Her passion for the Gods of Love was admirable and endearing without the added obsession of climbing the ladder. She respected the concept of love in its purest form. Belle needed more of that around her. “So it’s special that you wear it in specific times.”

“Will I wear it for my wedding?” A small thrill tingled through her belly mentioning her own wedding. Belle remembered all her dreams about being the splash of red amongst pink roses and falling peach blossoms in the Cherry Palace center garden.

Angel stared up at her, eyes glossed and face flushed with excitement. “It could be the most beautiful deep red dress that has a train all down the Realm.” She gestured out through the curtains.

“That’d be a bit hard to move around in.” Belle giggled as she shrugged off the pink dress until she was down to her white underdress. “But I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

“Watch your left, Eros!” Laughter ensued from outside her room.

“You watch your footwork, Pragma!”

Hearing the Gods’ names being used as colloquial nicknames was a strange sound to Angel but it made Belle grin. She rushed forward through the transparent curtains to the sandstone balcony which looked over one of the smaller gardens. The ones with apple trees and the fountain.

“My lady, wait!” Angel whispered harshly.

The sleeve of Belles’ underdress slid off her shoulder but she barely thought to fix it. Angel quickly draped a silk robe over her body to keep her decent.

The two young Gods of Love, Pragma and Eros dueled each other like they were performing in a playful dance. Yoongi called Pragma by Jungkook and Eros by Taehyung. Both of them a true symbol of their role in the Realm.

Taehyung had beautiful deep tan skin, glowing like a bronze pearl and his sharpened eyes constantly brimmed with bliss over the things around him. He wore a loose silk shirt of yellow and white, half-opened to expose his soft chest while his dark brown curls fluffed and flowed like a gentle garden.

Jungkook was of milk tea skin, sweat on his neck and cheeks glistened, matting his raven hair to his forehead. His body was lithe and muscular adorned in a red and black shirt. The smile on his face had the perfect mix of mischief and pure joy. His feet moved like the genteel steps of a blossom dancer but his sword swings were the strength of a rock sentinel. Chuckles flowed from his lips at the sequence of movements, truly enjoying the activity instead of being full of anger and determination to win something.

Belle wanted to continue admiring him but a sense of her own mischief seeped through. The fountain centered this garden which the Gods did an amazing job to avoid in their flexible parries and attacks. When she noticed Jungkook nearing the fountain ready to avoid, she took a deep breath. “Having fun, my lords?!”

As expected, Jungkook lost his balance and toppled over to the fountain. His beautiful shirt splashed with water and his dampened hair from sweat completely soaked from the fountain flow. From up on the balcony, it looked like a Nymph was pouring water constantly on Jungkooks’ head.

Belle couldn’t help but laugh and Angel tried her best not to follow along.

Jungkook winced at his drenched self; almost a hint of anger on his face before he threw his head back and scoffed out a laugh.

Taehyung looked over to follow the sound and his expression softened when he recognized Belles’ face. “Agape,” he whispered with such a baritone voice that it even shocked Jungkook.

He tracked his gaze up to the sandstone balcony, decorated with pink roses and all-spice flowers. Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair, slicking it back so he could see her. Agape. The Goddess of Eternal Love. Beautiful brown curls and glowing skin against the warm sunlit sky. He couldn’t see it clearly from here but the hints of her pink irises twinkled. A smile tugged at his lips. “You got me, my lady.”

Belle smirked, leaning forward as her cheeks heated. “Be sure not to catch a cold, my lord. I’m looking forward to seeing you at the match.”

Jungkooks’ smile turned to a bright grin. “I’ll be as healthy as a God,” he mused before biting his bottom lip.

The day had come for Seokjins’ arrival. Mania: the God of Obsessive Love. This time Yoongi opted to see him personally in the council room. Kiku, the Earth Nymph Queen and his wife stood by his side despite her wish not to see this God again. In the last banquet, Seokjin had less than pleasant things to say to her and Yoongi was on the verge of announcing war. Thankfully Namjoon broke apart the fight, telling them to separate until they calm down.

Black robe train slithered across the white polished stone floor. When Yoongi remembered Seokjin, he saw a plump skinned charmer who saw the world as a trail of possibilities. Today he stood in front of a thinning man. “I thank you for welcoming me back after my horrible behaviour in the last banquet.” Seokjin spoke in his truest charm but it was changed. There was a darkness under his eyes now and his previously plump skin became sunken with age.

Yoongi attempted a smile. “It’s forgotten.”

Beetle black eyes flickered to Kiku with the same deathly sleep-deprived expression. “And Lady Earth, I offer my humblest apologies.”

Kiku nodded in response without a word. Yoongi knew it was her way to tolerating this visit without giving her true opinion.

“I’m happy to be part of this excitement.” Seokjin intertwined his long fingers together like a spiders legs uncurling.

“Both Eros and Pragma will be participating.”

“How wonderful!”

“Jimin will also be giving his famous stories as entertainment with Goddess Gaias’ illusions. I know you enjoy them.”

“My favorites are of ours.” Seokjin always had his way to maintaining the memory of their history. The two oldest Gods of Love. Family and Obsession building the Realm of Love from scratch. There was a twisted beauty about that fact.

“The servants will help you to your temporary chamber in the Palace.” Yoongi nodded to the three servants awaiting his order. “Make yourself at home.”

Seokjin bowed and turned his heel, quietly expecting the servants to scurry after him.

Yoongi glanced over at Kiku. Her entire body exuded a sense of concern and a hint of anger, green vines were twirling around her fingers to relieve her stress. He held onto her hand, her skin as soft as a cloud. A silent comfort to reassure her that it’ll all be well.

Thousands of people in the Realm of Love crowded on the wooden pavilions, waving their flags of rainbow colours representing their favourite jousters. Excitement thrummed in the air with that hint of curiosity. Who would the Goddess Agape stand next to at the end of the festival? Some of the members of the crowd were already deep into debate as to which fighter would be the most appropriate.

At the center and best view of the arena, three velvet lined seats were placed. Yoongi sat in the middle with Kiku on his left and Belle on his right. A step lower than the seats were the three non-performing gods, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok, the God of Self-Love.

Once the crowd was organized and ready, Yoongi stood up. He didn’t need to move an inch before everyone delved into an attentive silence. “Welcome to our esteemed competition, good people. The rules are simple. You are to clash with your partners in a fair joust and the winner will provide a favor of their colour to the Goddess.” He gestured to Belle. “The one with the most favors will win the match.” Yoongi waved his hand. “Let the games begin.”

A wave of applause and cheer welcomed the first jousting match between Taehyung and an Earth Nymph. Their gold and silver armor glinted against the summer light. Another trail of pin-drop silence as the jousters had their lances ready. Belle kept her eyes on Eros as most of the crowd did. No one expected him to be much of a sportsman but his blooming friendship with Jungkook seemed to have influenced his new hobbies.

With a clap, the stallions galloped towards each other. In a pounding rise of suspense, they grew closer. Closer. Closer. Taehyung smashed the lance against the Earth Nymphs’ chest earning a wild applause.

He reached the other side and one of the servants gave him a white favor for his victory. Taehyung rode out to the platform where Belle sat. Keeping his half-lidded gaze, he kissed the favor and had it levitate towards the Goddess. “For you, my lady.”

Belle smiled and gently accepted the favor. She gave a short bow to acknowledge his gift.

Another series of matches continued on but what Belle truly waited for arrived around five matches later. She may have counted in her head until she saw the red flag matched with green.

Jungkook rode in his glinting obsidian armor and black stallion that had the most beautiful silver mane. He was a picture of magic. Lances at the ready, the crowd stills with anticipation. The Earth Nymph rides first and Jungkook follows suit a few seconds later. There were some murmurs that the God lost his focus in the midst of the match. They soon found out it was another reason altogether.

The sheer brute force of Jungkooks’ lance nearly cracked the Earth Nymphs’ armor and had them falling off their horse. Due to the leather straps, the Nymphs’ struggling body was still being dragged by the stallion while servants tried to get them to safety.

Belle stared at the fallen Nymph in worry, feeling a bit guilty for the sheer excitement brimming through her body at Jungkooks’ explosive victory. He brought a red favor. This time Belle stood up from her chair as the beautiful stallion closed in. Moving down the step platform with Namjoons’ help, she took a moment to caress the stallions’ head.

“For you, my lady.” Jungkook handed her the red favor.

Belle accepted it, feeling the warmth of his palm and the heat exuding from it. “My lord,” she muttered before turning on her heel. Perhaps it was too blatant of an action for her favoritism but she didn’t care.

Yoongi noticed the flushed pleasure on Belles’ face. He couldn’t help but chuckle, rubbing his lips and instinctively holding Kikus’ hand. A part of him remembered how the early thrills of a blossoming relationship felt like. The more Belle smiled, the more he felt grateful for this tournament.

Jungkook stayed still on the spot just watching Belle move back up to her platform. His body and soul grew too comfortable in her aura that it made him dizzy. When the Goddess sat down and faced him, he shook himself back to reality. Giving a quick bow, he rode back for the rest of the tournament.

***

Night fell into a deep blue blanket of sky and the remnants of thrill from the tournament celebrated with ale, dancing and pleasure. Jungkook had last seen Taehyung in a bedroom full of the most beautiful Nymphs and the smell of incense. With the look on his face, one could only imagine what was going on in there. He, however, was called to Seokjins’ chamber.

He knocked on the door four times and announced himself before Seokjin invited him in with a chirpy tone.

“Welcome, Jungkook!” Seokjin was about the only person other than Yoongi who could call him that. “I hope you had fun in the tournament.” He gestured for him to sit at the dining table.

“Sword fighting is more my favourite—” Jungkook relaxed on the chair, his tired muscles aching when it was finally resting. “—but I liked the favors idea.” He smiled.

“I’m sure you did.” Seokjin picked up an apple from the glass bowl and wiped it on his robe. “Keep going like this and our deal will go smoothly.”

His smile faded, fingers lightly tapping on the arm of his chair. “Do you think it’s fair? Sneaking up on the Goddess like this?”

“Don’t start getting a conscience now, my lord.” Seokjin chuckled. “When you were begging for your friends’ life, you said you’d kill the Goddess.”

Jungkook tasted something bitter on his tongue at the thought.

“Too bad that friend didn’t have your beautiful dedication to friendship.” He scrunched his nose. “Wind Nymphs, they’re a bit filmsy, aren’t they?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, averting his gaze.

Seokjin let out a deep sigh, raising his palms. “Apologies.” The kindness of his gaze ended as soon as it started when he narrowed his gaze. The shadows cast under his eyes made him look more like a Demon than a God. “But we’re still on this deal, aren’t we?”

It wasn’t a request open for Jungkook to refuse. If he backed out of his deal then the price would be dire. Seokjin was an ancient God of Love like Yoongi. Entities like him could take a God or Nymphs’ powers, rotting their core soul into a Demon. An animalistic creature with no memory of their past self.

Jungkook was trapped the moment he thought of a deal with Seokjin. All he could do was nod and accept the betrayal he was going to perform.

next chap >>>

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Louis and the Aquaria: Chapter 3, Part 2

The next morning.

After yesterday’s incident, Moran was keen to know what Louis would do next — and so he headed to the hall with Fred, who presently had some time to spare. Perhaps it was because he’d been working late into the night, for Fred kept yawning as he rubbed his bleary eyes.

But the moment Moran pushed open the hall door, the startling sight before them banished all of Fred’s sleepiness in a flash.

“This is……”

“What the heck is this?” Moran exclaimed.

Dumbfounded, the two men stood where they were.

One corner of the hall—— had been turned into a dense jungle.

Numerous South American trees, planted in giant pots, were now surrounding the angelfish tank. At the same time, the two men were struck by the feeling that somehow, the room’s humidity had risen since yesterday.

Hearing Moran’s shout, Louis poked his head out from behind an ivy-wrapped tree.

“You’re being much too loud in the morning, Mr Moran. It’ll stress out the fish, so please refrain from shouting; but what on earth’s the matter?”

“That’s my line: what have you done here?!”

A flash of light gleamed off Louis’s spectacles.

“I was seeking a more conducive environment for my bro—…… no, the fish, so I have recreated a South American rainforest here. They were ordered a few days earlier, and arrived last night; I’ve just finished arranging them.”

Apparently, the luxurious water plants had just been the beginning for Louis. Even so, Moran had not expected this much progress in one night.

The situation raised so many questions that he had no idea where to begin. But for now, Moran refused to back down, and raised one of the problems at hand.

“First off, you were obviously going to say ‘my brothers’, but still: don’t talk about such grand feats as ‘recreating South America’ so lightly! No, I had a feeling about this. A normal person would reflect on what happened yesterday, and restrain themselves after that — but for you, you’re the type who ends up going amok instead. And yet, I didn’t think you’d do something as drastic as this!”

Moran had launched into a heated tirade, but Louis kept his cool as he replied.

“Thank you for taking the time to point out each and every one of those things. However, I believe I’m treating all of the fish equally; and in my view, it’s unfair to say that I’m favouring some of them just because some plants have been placed at specific areas.”

“What kinda nerve is that, to not even admit it after going this far…….. I mean, you are actually a little aware of it, aren’t you?”

“Also, it’s actually quite amazing that you’ve managed to remain calm all this while, Mr Louis……”

Even after weathering that torrent of questions, Louis was unmoved — and if anything, that had inspired a sense of awe within Fred.

“Well, it was us who said you were free to do as you liked. In any case, your love towards your brothers is certainly terrifying.”

To Moran, it seemed meaningless to continue arguing with the youngest son of the Moriartys, who stubbornly refused to acknowledge his biased rearing of the fish. He gave up trying to persuade Louis, and went on to watch the fish as he normally did.

“…………”

He tried to focus on the vibrant fish before him. And yet, Moran couldn’t help but notice the trees standing at the edge of his sight.

Tormented by that conflict, he finally succumbed to temptation. With sure steps, Moran made his way toward the vegetation, and Fred followed cautiously behind him.

“……Well, if they’re already here, we may as well enjoy them to the fullest.”

Mumbling to no one in particular, Moran walked up to the row of trees. Using one arm to push away the leaves in his path, he moved through the greenery; then, his gaze landed on an aquarium placed on a nearby table. Inside, were some animals with incredibly striking colourations.

“What’re these?”

“They’re indeed very colourful,” Fred remarked.

Within the tank were several tiny frogs. They were a deep blue, and mottled with red.

The two men were full of questions about the presence of these unfamiliar creatures. Nevertheless, out of sheer curiosity, they moved their faces near the tank and peered in.

Louis, who was feeding the other fish, called out to them in a loud voice.

“Please don’t open the tank lid: they may look beautiful, but they secrete a lethal poison so deadly that some indigenous tribes of South America use it to coat the tips of their blowdarts.”

In an instant, Moran and Fred leapt away from the tank. Due to their natural athleticism, the distance they’d retreated was further than that of the average person.

As it were, they had narrowly escaped the jaws of death. But even as the sudden appearance of these poisonous frogs gave them chills, Moran stilled his pounding heart, and shot Louis a look of anger.

“Why are such dangerous things here?! Even recreating a South American environment has its limits, doesn't it?!”

“My apologies. One of my motivations was indeed to recreate the fishes’ native habitat. But more than that, I wanted to prepare for a scenario where Stapleton expresses an interest in other creatures besides fish. Hence, I began rearing these frogs just in case.”

As he said that, Louis made his way beside the tank. Opening the lid just a crack, he tossed in some tiny insects: food for the frogs.

“…………”

Seeing his practiced hand, at this point, the other two men had nothing else to say. In this extraordinary space created within the mansion they lived in on a daily basis, their ability to process information had long since hit its limit.

After confirming that the frogs had eaten their fill, Louis proceeded on an efficient path around the room to check on the rest of the tanks.

Moran gazed into the distance.

“It sure is amazing, what people can do in such a short time……”

But excessive zeal, once taken in the wrong direction, can lead to outcomes no one would’ve expected.

Even as various points had deeply impressed upon them just how amazing Louis was, at the same time, Moran and Fred also grew conscious of a certain truth in life. Once again, they stepped through the row of trees.

The two men parted the curtain of leaves, some part of them nervously wondering if those dangerous frogs had escaped, and walked up to the aquarium they had in mind.

“Oh, there they are.”

Seeing that the tank itself hadn’t changed, Moran finally breathed a sense of relief, and went on to admire the three “Moriarty brothers” swimming within.

The one at the head of the group was ‘William’. Right behind him was ‘Albert’, then ‘Louis’. Within the jungle Louis had created, the three angelfish shone in a way that lived up to their angelic names.

However, in contrast to the joyful Moran, Fred’s expression was serious. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Don’t you think…… its movements are a bit awkward?”

“Ah?”

Moran stared at the focus of Fred’s attention. Immediately, he perceived a subtle change in that fish.

Although it seemed perfectly fine at first glance, if one were to observe all three of them carefully, it was clear that the one at the head of the group was swimming a little differently from the other two.

“Is there something wrong?”

Louis came over, sensing something was off. But even before Fred explained the situation, he noticed the abnormality with ‘William’.

He put his face close to the tank, observing the fish for a few moments; but gradually, his expression turned grave.

“Oi, Louis: what on earth’s going on? Could it be that he’s sick?” Moran asked.

Louis placed a hand under his chin, thought for a split second, then quickly made a decision.

“——First, let’s move it to a separate tank. There’s a smaller one near the hall entrance: Mr Moran, please bring it here. Fred: please read the measurements from the devices installed on this tank and report them.”

Hearing those instructions, the two men assumed their roles at once.

Meanwhile, Louis took a notepad from his breast pocket, and checked the emergency response measures he’d studied on his own. Though he had already memorised all of them, he wanted to avoid any potential for error.

Moran returned with a small tank.

“Oi, is this one alright?”

“Yes, thank you.”

First, Louis transferred some water from the angelfishes’ tank into the one Moran brought over, such that it was deep enough for one fish. Then, he set up some equipment to confirm the water temperature and quality once more, then added a bit of salt to the water.

Watching him, Moran cocked his head.

“Why’re you adding salt?”

“Saltwater is an effective treatment for diseases in fish. Though it certainly isn’t all-powerful.” [1]

Saying that, Louis used a net to gently scoop up ‘William’ and move it to the tank they’d prepared. Although there were drawbacks to isolating sick fish, his priority was to stop the disease from spreading, as well as limit any damage that could be caused by the other fish.

As he worked, Louis listened to the measurements Fred read out, but his puzzlement only deepened.

“The water quality and temperature are both normal. As far as I can see, there isn’t any obvious debris or dirt in the tank, and the equipment doesn’t seem to be malfunctioning. In that case, perhaps some foreign substance had entered its food, or maybe it got stressed from its surroundings……”

“Maybe it got bullied by the other fish?” Moran asked.

Louis immediately dismissed that idea. “From what I’ve observed, there were no such quarrels between them. In that case, another possibility I can think of is the change in its environment.”

He cast a sideways glance at the trees surrounding them. And Fred picked up the implication behind that casual gesture.

“By ‘stress’, do you mean these trees? But it’s not like they came into contact with the water, so they probably didn’t impact the water quality, at least not directly. Also, weren’t they only added a while ago? To affect the fish so rapidly……”

“We can’t dismiss that possibility. Perhaps the changes to the view outside the tank had caused some visual stress…… Well, regardless of the reason, the blame for its ill health rests with me: the one in charge of its care.”

“…………”

After isolating the fish, the three of them remained standing where they were.

They gazed at the sick angelfish, swimming alone in its tank, with a sense of misery and frustration growing within them.

Footnotes:

[1] There is some truth to this: Practical Fishkeeping UK

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #a study in scarlet

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n0wornever · 3 years

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Don’t Forget - Owen Joyner x Reader

Omg can I pls request Owen x reader where they fight about not feeling important to one another maybe he missed a date and she missed a release party or something so they have a mega fight but make up later that night either cuddling in bed or soaking in silence in a bubble bath (idk if that’s specific enough for you)

This was perfect, @cherrymaybank, I hope you like it!

Also, I don’t have an Owen Joyner taglist, and I wasn’t sure if the JATP list I had would be interested in actor content, so if you want to be placed on a separate list....let me know!

Y/N tapped on the table below her as she watched the diner clock hand strike 6:30. She had been waiting for her boyfriend for over an hour and the pity milkshake the waitress gave her only did so much to sooth her disappointment. She took one more sip of the strawberry drink before her eyes were pulled back to her phone.

As she clicked on the Instagram app, she was immediately met by a video of Owen and Charlie goofing around in the airbnb they rented for the weekend. Charlie made a makeshift drumset from a couple pans in kitchen and Owen was singing off key in the background. Her finger slid a little further to see that the post had been uploaded only minutes before.

Her brows furrowed as she closed the app and turned off her phone screen. She turned to her left, unzipping her purse and rummaging through its contents. As she stumbled upon her wallet and pulled it out onto the table, she heard a soft voice reach out to her.

“Oh honey, don’t even worry about it.”

Her eyes rose to see the sympathetic smile of the kind red-headed waitress who had her hands clasped at her chest as she looked at her. Y/N’s eyes darted to the table where she’d set two pastel colored macaroons. She opened her mouth to protest, but the woman walked away, clanking her heels against the linoleum before she could even get the words out. She sighed, placing her wallet back into the bag. Her hand inched toward the treats, hesitating over the box for a moment before gripping it tightly. She zipped up the bag and threw it over her shoulder as she made her way to the exit.

When Owen still lived in the city, she wouldn’t have probably been half as upset as she was about him missing a single date. However, the blonde had been so far away from her in California for months, and this would have been the first time she’d see him before he’d jet set again in a few days back to the coast for some promotional shoots for the next season. He had plans to take the boys out tomorrow and visit his mom Sunday afternoon, so she knew this was the only day she’d be able to catch him.

She stepped out into the warm summer air, walking down the sidewalk toward her car. The sun was at its peak, causing her to squint as she walked briskly back to her car. She grabbed her keys out of her jeans pocket and pressed it into the lock. As she climbed into the driver’s seat, she weighed her options.

She could go over to Owen’s airbnb, like they planned to after dinner, or she could go home and just call him about it later. With the embarrassment of everyone in the room looking at her in that corner booth still fresh on her mind, her foggy one-track-mind chose the first option.

He had given her the address ahead of time, in case she wanted to come over before they went out that night anyway, right? Y/N’s finger tapped against the steering wheel as she pondered the situation in front of her for a moment. Owen’s time in the city was very minimal and if she didn’t confront him now, she may not get a chance to, and the anger would boil inside of her for several more months.

She shook out of her trance, placing the key into the ignition and swiftly pulled out of the lot, making her way to the boy’s place.

After a few minutes of driving, a line of similar looking townhomes came into view on the right side of the road. She flipped on her turn signal and pulled into the parking lot. She quickly looked down at her phone in her lap to confirm the building number. The third home down was her destination. As she pulled into a spot right across from the bright red door, she let out another deep breath.

She shook out her hands for a moment before turning off her car and unbuckling her seatbelt. She unzipped her purse and pulled the silver lined box out, pinching it between her fingers. She closed her eyes for a moment before finally letting herself open the door.

As she made her way to the entrance, her free hand balled into a fist and her lips fell into a thin neutral line across her mouth. She jogged up the few stairs that led to the door. She lifted her hand to press against the door, letting it drop back down to her side afterward as she waited.

It took a minute, but she finally started to hear the handle move from the the inside of the house. It finally broke free and she stood face to face with her boyfriend’s blue eyes. Owen looked over at her with a bright smile, but that shortly faded as he took in her expression. She didn’t say a word before handing over the little box to the boy, trying to ignore the fact that her hand were shaking as it move toward him. Owen’s eyebrow rose as he grabbed it from her, trying to latch onto her other hand afterward. Y/N shook from his grip and took a step back.

“I just wanted to bring you something from the diner...since you couldn’t make it,” She said, letting her eyes finally meet his.

Owen’s eyes widened as he looked at her. He shoved the box in his pocket, stepping forward toward her. As soon as his hands grabbed onto hers, she slipped right through. She chewed down on her lip before continuing her thought.

“Don’t worry about it, have fun with the boys.”

She placed her hands in her pockets and turned to walked down the stairs. She heard him call after her, but she just kept her head down as she made her way back to the car.

It wasn’t until she was sitting in the vehicle again that she let herself fully breathe. She looked out the windshield to see Owen still standing on the porch, watching her. She brought her focus back down the the steering wheel and put the car in drive. Her eyes caught his once more before she sped out of the lot.

When she finally got back to her apartment, she threw her bag by the shoe rack and made a beeline for the kitchen. She opened the freezer, rummaging through tv dinners and frozen vegetables to find a single carton with colorful sprinkles on the outside. Her arm reached into the back and grabbed the container before shutting the door and making her way to the drawer near the sink to grab a spoon.

She made her way back to the living room, falling back onto her couch. She tucked her feet underneath her and settled into the cushion. Her arm stretched out toward the table in front of her to grab the remote and pressed her on button. Clicking into her Netflix account and hit resume playing on the last episode of New Girl she was on, finally letting her back rest against the soft surface behind her.

She got through one episode before she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed her phone that sat by her side, flipping it over to see that there were no new messages waiting for her. Puzzled, she placed her spoon in the dish and set it on the table as she finally got herself off the couch to answer the door.

Unlatching the deadbolt, she pulled the door toward her. Her gaze landed on a pizza box with a little silver smaller box on top of it before they shifted up to meet a pair of blue eyes. Owen let a soft smile land on his left cheek, shaking the box from side to side.

“Hi,” He said as his eyebrows pulled to the middle of his face.

She leaned against the doorframe, letting her lips lift as well as she watched his movements.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to apologize for being a complete idiot.”

She pinched her lips together at the side of her face as she moved out of the front of the doorway, outstretching her arm to motion him inside. Owen stepped through the door, walking over to the kitchen to set down the box. As he made his way back to the living room, he stepped right in front of her, invading her personal bubble.

“Hi again.”

His hands moved toward her waist, and she let him pull her in toward him. His thumbs rubbed circles on the sides of her hips as he met her eyes. She tried her best to keep a stern look across her face as she looked up at him, causing his smile to deepen even more.

“You’re really mad at me, huh?”

“You ditched me Owen, this was supposed to be our day...” She spat, her tense worry line becoming more prominent as she spoke, hands pressed against his chest. “It was so embarrassing to sit in there alone and have everyone just watch you. The waitress wouldn’t even let me pay for my drink. She gave me these eyes.”

Y/N mocked the puppy dog eyes the red head had given her that afternoon and Owen giggled up at her. His hands traveled to the middle of her back as he pulled her even closer.

“I’m really sorry honey. I didn’t look at the clock...I...I have no excuse good enough...but I’m sorry.” He said with a sigh, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah you should be,” She said, pouting up at him.

“You should be the priority, always,” He paused for a moment, gauging her reaction. When a soft smile finally landed on her cheeks, he continued. “That’s why I told the boys to go sight-seeing without me tomorrow.”

His fingers tapped against her skin as he waited for her response. Y/N frowned up at him, leaning her head to the side.

“You don't have to to do that, I know you wanted to show the boys around the city, I can-”

He leaned down and captured her lips quickly. Her eyes closed as hers moved in sync with his. As they pulled apart, hers fluttered back open to Owen smirking down at her. He smiled down at

“Those two idiots can find their own way around, but I want to be with you tomorrow. We were supposed to have a day together, and I’m going to make that happen.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, nodding up at him. She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, pushing against the nape of his neck to bring him back down to her level. As they parted, she brought her hand down to intertwine with his, leading him toward the couch.

She sat down first, Owen following quickly to sit on the cushion next to her. The boy placed his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his side. She let her head lean against his chest as she held the remote up to the tv and pressed play.

“I love you,” He murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss against her temple.

Her eyes lifted up to his and she finally let a wide smile grace her lips as she whispered “I love you too” back up to him.

#owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #owen x reader #owen joyner x reader #charlie gillespie x reader #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp imagines

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angelltheninth · 3 years

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Korra’s Muscles: An Essay

INTRODUCTION:

Hello everyone reading this. I wanted to start out by saying that my post about writing this was a joke. At first. I made a smaller analysis post about Korra’s muscles already however people seemed to really want this essay. And have Seychelle Gabriel read it for some reason. And I thought to myself: well why the hell not actually try to write this properly.

Before writing this essay I had 0 clue about muscles as far as anatomy, training, muscle mass, maintaining muscles, the proper diet etc. So I wanted to learn a bit about all that so this could be as accurate as possible.

This took a long time to put together and write so I hope this was worth the wait and please enjoy reading this as I’ve put a lot of time and effort into making it good so I hope that it will please you.

THE LEGEND OF KORRA INTRO:

I’m sure everyone reading this knows what TLOK is because if you didn’t why the hell would you be reading this? But I’ll sum it up anyways.

The Legend of Korra is a sequel/spinoff of The Last Airbender. The good one, not the movie. TLOK was created by Bryan Joseph Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino, aired from 2012-2014., and it follows Avatar Aang’s successor Korra as she struggles with being the Avatar in a world that no longer seems to have a need for an Avatar as well as struggling with learning how to be human. On her journey she faces many villains and makes many fiends as well. And a love interest or two. Or three if you count Bolin. TLOK was meet with some controversy when it first aired but got lot more popular when it aired on Netflix in 2020.

AVATAR KORRA:

Before we talk about Korra’s glorious muscles we must talk a bit about Korra herself.

Who is Korra? Well as I already stated all of you probably know who she is already but I wanna make sure everyone understands how amazing she is before talking about her muscles.

Korra was born in the Southern Water Tribe. She’s the daughter of Chief Tonraq and his wife Senna.

Shown to be the polar opposite of her predecessor, Korra was hotheaded and brash in her childhood and teenage years.

Raised in the White Lotus compound she never interacted with anyone her age and spent her time training, both physically and bending.

After arriving in Republic City however, she had to learn about being human. Compassion, humility, friendship, love, found family, public dislike, opposition, fear, hope and more.

In her short time as a fully fledged Avatar Korra changed the world in many ways: bringing back the Air Nation, opening the spirit portals, defeating Vaatu, helping out the Earth Kingdom go trough a regime change in Ruins of the Empire.

Korra herself changed in many ways and went trough a lot in those few short years. Losing her bending, being separated from her past lives, being poisoned and almost killed, PTSD, depression, being crippled. She got trough all of that. And so did her muscles so lets finally talk about them cause that’s what you’re all here for.

KORRA’S MUSCLES:

BUILT

Korra’s overall physical built is one of the first things that sets her apart not just from other previously seen characters in Avatar, but also from the majority of female characters in animation.

Korra is very muscular for a woman, a fact acknowledged in the show itself by Mako and Bolin’s grandma Yin. Korra’s strength is displayed numerous times throughout the show, weather it be in fights or normal activities, such as when she picks up and hugs Tenzin and his kids with ease in season 1.

Korra is built like a fighter, a martial artist. Which makes complete sense given her upbringing and way of life. Of course her body sufferers a lot in the 3 years of her recovery in the South Pole after her fight with the Red Lotus. However trough training, she is eventually able to recover.

When it comes to her biceps and back muscles, one of the things about her most fans lose their minds over, its really no mystery as to how she got to where she is. She’s had years of training to develop them and like before those too are noticeably smaller after her 3-year recovery period. But more on that later.

One of the things about Korra’s physique people don’t talk about as much are her legs. Unlike her other muscles, Korra’s legs are always covered and due to being a fighter she wears baggy pants for easier movement, so we never actually see her leg muscles. However that doesn’t mean they should go unnoticed, especially considering that those were the ones that suffered the most in her recovery since she couldn’t walk or even move them.

DIET

As previously established Korra has the built of a martial artist so its only safe to imagine that her diet reflected that.

Typically a martial artist’s diet includes a balanced amount of protein, vitamins, carbs and fat in your meals. Martial artist’s eat food speeds up metabolism, but builds muscle and can keep one energized.

Now the world of Avatar is very different from our both animal and plant vise, and when taking into account what’s available to us and not to the Avatar world, such as protein shakes, vitamin supplants, multivitamin pills etc.

Korra is a Water Triber meaning that a good amount of her diet should consist of meat and fish.

According to Edmund Searles in his article Food and the Making of Modern Inuit Identities, a mostly meat diet is "effective in keeping the body warm, making the body strong, keeping the body fit, and even making that body healthy".

Korra spent most of her life in the White Lotus compound so its pretty safe to assume that her meals were such that gave her a lot of energy as well as built up her muscles, and that it was in a large part, a meat and fish type of diet because of her heritage and place of living.

However Korra has also lived with Tenzin and his family on Air Temple Island. Tenzin as we know is an airbender like his father. And airbenders have very different diet compared to the Water Tribes.

Airbenders have a vegetarian diet as we know from Aang and from Tenzin. Airbenders are pacifists and as such they don’t like to harm another living thing. Because of that their diet would mostly consist of rice, vegetables and fruits as well as nuts because they are high in calories and nutritional benefit.

Because of the balanced diet of the Air Nomads we see that Aang as well as Tenzin are pretty well built individuals themselves therefore Korra, after she begins living with Tenzin and eating more of the Air Nomad cooking, is still able to stay perfectly fit. That and we can also assume that while she was staying there she still ate some meat and fish as well as Republic City food.

As for Korra’s diet for her biceps, that would require a lot of high-protein foods. Those would be available in abundance both in the Tribe as well as in Republic City as those would include: eggs, various fish, vegetables, fruits.

Back muscles require a healthy spine plus a work out routine but lets stick to food for now, for that Korra’s diet would consist of: vegetables, salmon, herbs and spices, dairy products and fruit. Since it was shown that Korra’s diet habits plummeted during her recovery so did her back muscles. Once she got back to her feet and started being more active once more she ate more and got her muscles back.

Leg muscles require a a lot of meat, low fat dairy products, grains and fruit as well as starchy vegetables.

Korra could easily balance her diet in Republic City, especially since it has a large assortment of food.

TRAINING

Korra’s training began early in her life. She was already able to bend 3 elements at an early age, so she also had to train from an early age to master those elements.

Korra trained in the White Lotus compound for 12 years where she pursued the bending arts.

Along with the bending arts she also pursued martial arts and later on when she moved to Air Temple Island she learned how to move like an Airbender and integrated that into her fighting style.

Along with her White Lotus and Tenzin’s training she also trained with Mako and Bolin for the Pro-Bender Tournament. Pro-Bending mixes bending and MMA elements into one sport.

MMA fighters train heavily with weights to built their built muscle as well as strengthen their bones. This is something we can clearly see the results from with Mako and Bolin. They’re been Pro-Benders for a while and they have a very strong built. Bolin has larger muscles than Mako however, which could be to to the fact that Mako as a firebender moves quicker and is a lot quicker on his feet, while Bolin is more like a tank. Strong and sturdy.

Korra had many forms of training over the years which is why her body isn’t just one certain type. She incorporates everything she’s learned into her life, fighting style, bending as well as types of training that she does.

In short, Korra was trained for 12 years in Fire, Water and Earth bendings specifically, along with the martial arts skills that come with those. After moving to Republic City she not only had the chance to learn Airbending and its martial arts but also learn about other types and techniques. Her training might have been very different from Aang’s but its just as effective.

Korra’s biceps probably required a lot of training just on their own. I mean look at those guns!

For this I just want you to imagine her bicep workout routine: towel curls, chair dips, elevated push ups, regular push ups, pull ups. All of those are bicep excesses that Korra could easily do anytime, anywhere.

For her back muscles she’s most likely do push ups with and plank stands with one arm raised since those are great for back and abs workout and balance challenge, too. As well as push up holds for muscle build up.

Leg muscle training while important in her training in general is especially important during her recovery period. She lost all her leg muscles and had a lot to make up and those would consist of various squats and push-ups, as those are great exercises to build strength and muscle mass.

COMPARISSON

Now lets compare Korra’s physique and muscles to those of her peers, or in this case her friends: Mako, Bolin and Asami. Two of which are pro-benders and one of which is a mechanic and a martial artist.

First lets look at the brothers:

As stated before since they’re both Pro-Bender, at least for a good amount of time in their life, Mako and Bolin have a physique that’s fairly similar to Korra’s in some ways.

Toned and defined muscles, built for fighting. Like Korra they too trained for the purpose of battle. Although for Korra it was training under the White Lotus, learning proper techniques and for the brothers it was on their own and for a time with the Triple Threat Triads.

Bolin for example is a lot more focused on his upper body muscles. He is pretty much built like a tank due to him being a heavy hitter and also able to take quite a bit of hits. He and Korra have that in common. Korra’s upper body strength, biceps and back muscles, while smaller than Bolin’s in comparison have the same amount of force behind them. However Bolin is also hard to knock down as due to being an Earth Bender. Earth Bending takes a lot of heavy and firm stances and as much lower body strength as it does upper body strength.

Mako isn’t as buff as his brother but he doesn’t really need to be. He’s a lot lighter on his feet in fights and doesn’t use as much raw muscle strength in his bending. This is something that differs him from both Korra and Bolin as those two sometimes put a lot of strength behind their punches.

Now Asami:

Unlike Korra, Mako and Bolin, Asami comes from a rich family and despite Korra’s initial impressions of her Asami is far from a helpless rich city girl.

While not muscular like her friends Asami can more than handle herself in fights, using her martial arts skills and wits more than her psychical strength. Asami prioritizes her martial arts skills rather than her muscle built, and because of that she is built very differently from Korra but that doesn’t mean she’s any less helpful in battle.

ENDING:

And with those comparisons I will conclude this essay. This was very fun to write and I hope you enjoyed reading (and looking at all the pics).

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Superhero AU

Okay okay, listen. Imagine them being superheros/villains.

So Arisu, Karube, Chota, and Shibuki are regular adults doing normal adult things, nothing changes about that. Shibuki is a part of this because she can, she’s just pals with a group of dudes and doesn’t mind it at all because they’re all genuinely good people.

Anyways, because life wanted to fuck with them, something happens. Maybe it was a shady guy giving them weird drinks or jewelry or whatever, maybe it was a freak accident that gave them powers. Whatever the cause was, they receive powers out of their control at first and are now tasked with using said powers for the greater good of humanity.

Why? Well the city they’ve lived in all their lives has been terrorized by a villainous group, or maybe separate villains that just so happen to be in the area. Either way, the group is tasked with protecting the city or else terrible things will continue to happen. The city was already being protected by one group of heroes, but the villains are getting more and more frisky and dangerous.

So now it’s up to them to help. Yay.

Arisu and his friends do form their own mini superhero team, because there’s nothing better than fighting alongside your friends. :D

Arisu was tasked with the nice power of what can be counted as future sight and analytical planning. Basically he can track the future movements of anyone within a room as well as problem solve in case a problem has occurred. Example being that they are stuck in a rapidly flooding room with ninjas… or something like that. He’d be able to not only track the ninjas movements but also seek a way to escape the room before they all drown. When he does this time effectively stops for him, like a game where he has to make choices that appear in front of him and allow him time to think before acting.

Karube gets a sort of super strength ability. It thankfully isn’t one where he has it at full power all the time, or else some things may get a bit convoluted, but when he puts his mind to it he can punch and kick and shatter a spine if he really wanted to. He can manipulate it as well so it can fit more daily needs, like opening a tough pickle jar, so it’s handy.

Chota has the power to see through walls and record them, which can be handy in case there’s something the others needs to see but is obscured. He also can turn it off and on at will, and Shibuki makes sure he isn’t doing it for anything dirty (because this power can be used entirely for really bad intents). It at the very least makes his eyes like projectors when he shows the others the recording (which is as long as he can keep his eyes open. When he blinks it cut the recording there) and can only hold one recording at a time as the power overwrites it each time.

Shibuki gets the power of oral/written word manipulation. It’s like a super version of hypnosis really, where she can get anyone to follow her requests without much resistance. That is, unless the person has an immunity or high resistance to it. It in itself sounds like a weak power compared to the others, but words are powerful depending on what she says, and for her it doesn’t have to be in close contact or even spoken. Shibuki can induce her power into a written sentence or small paragraph and trick her victim into reading it. It all depends on her getting to her intended victim.

Together, they form a pretty formidable team together and protect the city, although they do have to work to make a name for themselves. Which gives the added bonus of villains gunning for them. How fun.

Of course they’re not the only superhero group in the city, just the newest ones. The other team, which had been previously keeping the villains at bay, end up hearing about this new team, and their leader gets interested in them.

So what ends up happening is that the leader and his right hand man meet Arisu and the others at the local coffee shop, because obviously this is super important and all important things happen in cafes or bars somehow.

The leader simply introduces himself as Hatter, and his right hand as Aguni. Arisu already knew about them from news articles, and occasionally fangames about them. Anyways, Hatter questions them on random things, mostly about their work ethics and how willing they are to put their lives into this city. Not everyone is prepared to have a whole population on their shoulders after all, and there’s always a loom of death over their heads at all times.

Of course Arisu falters for a bit, nobody wants to die an early death out of their control, but it was also for the greater good. So he (and the others) state that they were completely willing to help their community, because it meant other people can live their lives knowing that they can be safe from the threats that are outside normal human abilities.

Well Hatter loved their spunk, and he ends up inviting them to come join his little Hero Union so they could have a little less to worry about on their plates. After a bit of conversation the four end up agreeing, and Hatter takes them to an apartment building that he owns, which double as a superhero base for his (and now Arisu’s) team. The base serves as free housing and availability to weapons and immediate medical attention in case they need it. Hatter didn’t mind if they preferred their old homes instead, the offer always remains.

Especially the medical bay. Superhero business is tough work.

Arisu and his friends eventually meet up with Hatter’s team of heroes.

Hatter, the leader, has the power of what Arisu can only explain it as ‘The Power of Teamwork’. It basically works in two ways: A) Hatter can summon hordes of anything he puts his mind to, although only can keep one horde at a time, and the amount entirely depends on how many he can muster. The less energy he has, the smaller the horde. This is ridiculously powerful, but it drains a lot out of him so he can’t do this half too much. Plus he can’t control the horde that much, outside of one simple command which they will do until they perish. B) Hatter can boost his teammate’s powers. This one is much easier on his bones, but the boost again reflects on his own ability to muster it up. There’s no limit to how many people he can boost, but the more he does the less each person gets.

Aguni has plant manipulation (Mmm delicious Chlorokinesis….), and can therefore summon and control any plant in any way that he chooses. He can make them grow and move in any way that he wants them to, however he can only do so in sunlight, so he has to rely on natural strength or weapons at night. Aguni also can summon plants from his hands, although not trees, and it doesn’t hurt him as long as it isn’t a cactus. When he summons from his hand it simply undergoes a fast forwarded version of its growth, which looks cool as fuck.

Ann is the resident necromancer, as well as owning the ability to test any substance or object for origin or ownership on the spot just by touching it (It works through gloves don’t worry). She usually doesn’t act on her necromancy powers often, and when she does it doesn’t last long, only using it to temporarily gain information from the dead or heal dead tissue on a living person. Her superhero work mainly resides off-field, but she is still capable outside of it.

Chishiya has both invisibility and teleportation, which explains for itself. He can remain invisible for as long as he wishes, although is still tangible to others, and can still interact with objects. Teleportation can happen in any area as long as he is aware of the area existing. Chishiya can also teleport while invisible and remains as such, so the only thing keeping him from being a little shit for everyone’s privacy is his own morals. Anything he wears becomes invisible with him, but anything he carries does not, however will teleport with him.

Kuzuryuu has a power similar to Arisu’s future sight, however it works that he only sees a justifiable future depending on events that has been shown or described to him. Basically, he takes in what he’s given and sees what would be the best possible solution to take based on that information. It’s not perfect, as any new information given changes his future sight, even if the information is false. If he can’t disprove it he has to include it. He also can’t see any factors that he isn’t able to know.

Niragi has what basically is ‘Glitching in Real Life’. Basically any silly glitch or cheat mechanic that a game could have, he can do. It’s a bit of a broken power (literally), but it also can be dangerous if he isn’t careful because he isn’t in a game and is still human. Any object he interacts with can share the glitch ability, but only one at a time, and Niragi still has to comply with some rules of physics. So… he can’t breathe if he clips into anything solid. However it is extremely funny to watch him repeatedly jump and freeze objects in the air to stand on.

Mira has a power that counts as hypnosis, but convoluted. She basically makes everything a game, and the loser has to comply to the conditions set in place. Usually they are quick and simple games, but the conditions can be brutal depending on how she feels like. She of course is also liable to the conditions, so she finds it in her favour to win.

Last Boss gets sharp pointy summons. It’s exactly how it sounds, he gets to summon anything sharp (and by anything it means anything) and use it however he wants. It ranges from swords to glass shards to thumb tacks to just a very sharp spoon handle. Last Boss doesn’t even have to hold it, as he can summon them to shoot from the ground or specifically rain on a target.

Anyways, they have to get along and protect the city when they can. Hatter lets Arisu to continue protecting with his little group of friends, but also lets him borrow one of his people if he needs their help, with consent from the other party of course.

( Does Mira end up evil in this? No, thankfully. However every time she speaks about her past Arisu is low-key convinced she might have been a supervillain at one point and is just in retirement as a hero now)

Usagi is also a part of this, but she’s instead a solo hero who works on her own terms and slowly gets integrated into Arisu’s little friend group. She does help them on occasion, but prefers to just vibe and climb things instead of focusing all her time in hero work. Her powers are in the same vein, in that she can climb any surface she wants without risk of falling if she doesn’t want to fall.

No shame in that. She knows Arisu has all the help he needs and helps only when she needs to be. They can be friends outside of hero work.

Does she get kidnapped a few times in an attempt to be leverage for Arisu? Yeah. Does she manage to escape on her own terms a few times? Yeah. Usagi is simply trying to vibe and be supportive in this AU.

Kuina and Tatta are both normal civilians in this. Kuina is Chishiya’s friend and acts as his normalcy factor, because hero work takes a lot out of a person and even Chishiya deserves some time where he doesn’t have to think about being a hero for people he actually doesn’t emotionally feel for.

Tatta just works at the local coffee shop and occasionally as maintenance for the apartment base. He also acts as a sense of normalcy for everyone. Just a good friend all around.

#aib #alice in borderland #arisu ryohei #karube daikichi #chota segawa #shibuki saori #hatter #takeru danma #morizono aguni #ann rizuna #chishiya shuntaro #kuzuryuu keiichi #niragi suguru #mira kano #last boss #takatora samura #usagi yuzuha #kuina hikari #tatta kodai #my rambling went on longer than I expected #me: oh wells it gets the point across #yes I could've made some of them villains but today they can just all be teammates #that way any drama between them is between friends #some of these powers are better to stay on the good side because hot dang imagine the terror if they used it for bad #just imagine niragi glitching through walls because doors take too long #his glitch power also extends that yes niragi can cheat infinite bullets on his gun #kuina and tatta also get used as ransom sometimes for being associated with the heroes #but kuina can hold her own usually #and tatta.... can't #but! he also can manage to convince his way out long enough for help to come at least

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