#arc basin

[radstarsaur]

Pyroraptor ("Fire Thief", how dope is that??) was a dromaeosaurid dinosaur, first discovered in Provence, France. Like many dromaeosaurids, it hard a large, curved toe claw on each foot that it likely used for hunting or climbing. The species is also known to have been covered in plumage, similar to many of its contemporaries and relatives.

#dinosaur #dinosaur art #dinosaurs #digital art #digital illustration #clip studio art #my art #paleoart #mesozoic #cretaceous period #fossils #paleontology #paleo art #theropod #raptor #dromaeosaur #pyroraptor #provence #france #arc basin

[iamthepulta]

Went and emailed librarians who are smarter than I am and might have a suggestion on what to do with papers in different languages.

However, the German paper on Oman excavations are written in English and HO BOY WHAT A GOLDMINE THIRD PARAGRAPH.

THEY WERE MINING LMIs?! OMAN HAS LMIs?! AND VMSs?! DO WE HAVE COMPARISONS TO OTHER MINE SITES?! THAT'S SO COOL?!

#LMI: Layered Mafic Intrusions. REE and chromium-rich oddball deposits. We only have a few examples of them. #VMS: Volcaniclastic massive sulfide deposits. Usually formed in back arc basins and mid-ocean ridges. not as rare but very sexy.

[tastycitrus]

the rest of the crew when the main story quest decided to explicitly make itself a separate universe from pretty much everything else, retconning the crew outside of the main cast from existence:

#granblue fantasy #playing through the new main story quest chapters #me: hot damn but also lol at them being like aw man we're so alone now that everyone else is gone :( <- has hundreds of other crew members #the funny thing is they actually mentioned the rest of the crew existing earlier in the main story quest #back when the gang got separated at the grim basin and it's just danchou and katalina for a bit #after a certain point the narration mentions you reunite with the rest of your crew who were left with the grandcypher #explaining why you can use your own teams for the story quests after that #but with this otherworld story arc outright stating that the msq exists in a separate universe from the event stories #that means the rest of the crew just got retconned out of the main story quest #this is much more hilarious to me than it has any right being

[rosewaterandivy]

dread the comin’ of the night

summary: “In summer's heat, I learned to dread, the comin' of the night / The awful things we do to make the head go quiet” from To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe) - Hozier

w.c.: 1.5k

a/n: 😬😬😬

next

Cool water washed against your prickled skin, beads dropping in soft rivulets down the drain. It had long since lost its red tint, fading to a dusty pink and eventually running clear.

You didn’t know how long you’d been here.

You couldn’t recall how you’d gotten here.

Only that you were here and Eddie—

The door of the bathroom banged open to reveal a bloodied and battered Steve Harrington.

His eyes flit from the crumpled heap of blood-stained clothes on the tile, to the smeared trail your fingers took as you eased into the shower, finally landing on your prone form huddled underneath the spray of water.

”Are you—“ He begins before stuttering out into silence. Apparently, whatever he was about to say was of no use.

Instead, he takes a hesitant step toward the shower, fingers resting against the handle of the stall door. Eyes never leaving you, but simply assessing. Finding you rinsed clean of blood and shivering on the floor.

Wait, that can’t be right. The water was hot when he left you, the stall door fogged up with steam. But not any longer, he can see clean through now, can hear the chattering of your teeth.

”Fuck,” He scrubs a hand down his face at the realization.

How could he be so fucking stupid. Leaving you alone? After everything?

The door yanks open, bringing a push of cool air against your chilled skin. A large hand moves to turn off the tap, muttered curses falling from bitten and bloody lips. An arm weaves across your back, another scoops under your knees.

You don���t look up. You don’t react.

Carried down the hall and through a large bedroom, Steve deposits you on a tufted stool and warps you in a towel. You see his lips moving, but whatever he says is lost on you, a staticky sound filling your ears.

He turns and fusses with the taps on the bathtub, fingers running underneath the flow from the faucet, the water coming away tinged red. Deeming it a decent temperature, he plugs the drain and turns to you once more.

You remain immobile on the stool, back to his mother’s vanity table. Steve knows something is wrong, hell, everything is wrong, sees how you clutch the edge of the seat, but you’re not saying anything and you’ve got this far off look in your eye like—

He softly calls your name, “I’m coming to you, alright? Just stay there.”

A solitary nod is all you can give him in the two strides it takes Steve to reach you. He wraps the towel around you, settling it against your shoulders and tugging it tight. Collapsing into his arms before he gets the chance to lock them around, you press your face into his shoulder, scrubbing your brow against the smooth leather.

His hand cradles the nape of your neck, damp hair tangling in his fingers. His thumb rubs in soothing arcs against your skin, a steady pressure against the pounding of your skull.

Your teeth still chatter as you shiver in the balmy air.

Reluctantly, he parts from you to test the water and turn the taps off. Turns back to find the towel slipping from your shoulder again. Gently, Steve holds your hand in his, takes one step and then another leading you to the hot bath he’s prepared.

Tentatively, you step into the water, steam rising from the basin and let a hiss escape from your clenched teeth. Before he can offer to change the temperature, you slip into the tub, hair fanning out in tendrils against the water.

Steve knew you were beautiful. Had seen it year in and year out until you’d gone off to college last fall. But he’d never seen you like this, not even at the senior bonfire last year. Slipping off your shirt and shorts on the dock of Lover’s Lake, the moon seeming to shine from your skin. A screech as you and the other girls jumped into the chilled water, eyes dancing with mischief as you dared the boys to do the same.

But tonight you’re distant— eyes vacant and searching, voice a far memory he’d rather not recall despite it rattling around his skull.

He makes to leave, or at least give you some privacy. A clammy hand tugs at his own, nails digging into his skin.

“Don’t leave me,” You beg, raspy and low. He’d only heard that gravel in your voice once before.

He stays. Shucks his jacket and settles against the cool basin of the tub. Your hand never strays far from his, desperate for a point of contact for proof that he’s there and he’s real. Heart shattering at the sound of your grief, infrequent sniffles accompanied by tears spilling from your eyes and drying along your cheeks.

For lack of something to do, Steve does what he can. Squirts a dollop of shampoo into his hand and works it into your scalp. He feels you tense at the movement, unaccustomed to his touch. Knows it’s not familiar for you, and bites his cheek.

It’s silent in the master bathroom, save for the occasional sloshing of water and sound of the shampoo sudsing up in a lather. You lean forward before he can ask you to, his hands full with your hair. Drawing your legs to your chest, your chin rests against your knees.

And Steve knows he should say something, anything to comfort you. But he lacks the words, couldn’t possibly articulate how sorry he is for you and Eddie getting tangled up in all of this. How could he be of any solace when your best friend is gone, and it’s all Steve’s fault?

Your head dips beneath the water to wash the suds from your hair. As you surface, you rub your fingers against your eyes, lashes coming away wet. Your hand links itself inside of his as you tug him toward the soapy water.

”What’re you—“

”Steve,” You say and he savors the sound as it falls from your lips.

The water moves in small ripples as your fingers dance along his palm, as if you were measuring your hand against his, and he finds himself remembering something about pilgrims and palms.

A flush creeping along your skin, another time and another place. Lips, teeth, tongue, and the lilting sound of your voice:

“For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”

But now, your chin is tucked into the hollow space of your collarbone and shoulder, eyes clear and steady.

”You’ve always been so good,” A loud sniffle, a choke.

A shake of his head and your eyes turn cold, your grip tightens on his wrist.

”Don’t you fucking dare, Steve.”

Desperate, again.

”Okay,” He breathes, eyes trailing after your fingers as they dance along his arm. “I won’t.”

Mollified, you let out a sigh and slip your hand from his. Back sinking against the tub, Steve works some conditioner through the ends of your hair. He’s not sure how long you languish in the cooling bath water, opting for a quick shower to scrub himself off.

When he steps out, he finds the bath drained and you back on the stool. It doesn’t startle him, seeing you there. He scrubs the towel through his hair before wrapping it around his hips and stepping toward you.

Somewhere between Steve washing your hair and stepping into the shower, your eyes had grown wet and glassy again.

“What is it?” His hand rubs your jaw, tugs it gently upward until he can see your eyes crawling with veins and lined in red, puffed, swollen. As if you’d never stopped crying.

Steve’s heart breaks with dread when he thinks about why your face split open in acute grief. His tongue feels heavy, laden with lead, always falling short of the right thing to say.

You’ve burrowed into his chest, trying to tuck yourself away in his arms. The fabric of an old Tigers shirt rubbing against his damp skin. Your lashes wet against his neck, tears falling along red raised skin.

“Can we go to bed?” You sob suddenly, shivering in his hold. “Please, I can’t—“

“Sure,” He murmurs, one hand cradling your head. Quiets your rambling and tucks you in bed. You grip his collar and tangle your hands in his hair, press your forehead against his.

Holds you in an attempt to tend to your own heartbreak, clutches you tight rubbing his hands up and down your arms, as if you could sink into his chest. Stay safe inside of him where the pain couldn’t find you.

It’s silent after you distraughtly sobbed yourself to sleep. Steve trying and failing to alleviate your distress. He can hear the crickets and cicadas outside the window, coming alive in the night.

He watches the way you bend and fold in on yourself, curling like a wounded animal. Wonders if you're lost in memories of hands that are more careful than his.

Eventually, Steve turns away too, runs his hand through his hair, and worries himself to sleep in the inky dark.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Imagine that after defeating the devil (or Lucio) Mc gets a bit stronger physically and more powerful in magic how would the M6 react to Mc accidently breaking something without knowing their new strength?

Like for example: Mc was walking through the door and didn't let go of the handle quick and ripped it off its hinges. Cue both Mc and M6 staring in shock.

Or breaking a hard metal without struggle.

-🐙

The Arcana HCs: When MC is a little too strong

~ octopus friend, thanks for the prompt! I've actually already written a set of headcanons for something like this (I'll add it below) but the scene you described is so perfect I had to make a sequel XD Enjoy! - brainrot ~

Related: When MC is stronger than they look

Julian

The two of you were out and about in the South End Market, perusing the stalls when he let out a shout and pointed

There's an exceptionally icky man sliding through the crowd, lifting wallets from people's pockets left and right. Julian, being the hero he is, begins to give chase and calls for you to assist him

The street's too crowded, so you hustle through some back alleyways and pop back out further up the street

Your lover's indignant yelling has tipped off the pickpocketer and the scoundrel is running full speed right past your alleyway, your beloved trying and failing to give chase a good ten people away

In a last-ditch effort to stop him, you reach out and manage to grab the icky man's arm. You dig your heels in and yank

Only to watch him go sailing backwards, over several people's heads, bounce off of a pile of carpets, and land in the canal

Well. It seems you've gotten considerably stronger

Julian catches up to you quickly, initially concerned for your wellbeing and determined to ensure that you are unharmed

Once he does, you'll have to escort him home as quickly as possible, because he finds your strength too attractive to appropriately contain himself

Asra

There's a story behind how the two of you hitched a ride with the cabbage man during your post-Devil trip all over the continent

You had stopped in the capital city of a nearby country and the two of you were having a grand time wandering around, trying new foods, meeting new people, and finding new mischief

As you're passing through one of the major marketplaces, your attention is grabbed by an unusually large wash basin careening through the streets bearing a motley crew of teenagers

Asra's springing into action before you can, sending out waves of magic to move people out of the way and propel the seemingly jet-powered bathtub the rest of the way across the square

It's a cry of "my cabbages!" that pulls your attention to one unfortunate vendor who has left his cart parked directly in the path of the tin of troubled youths

You only mean to pull the obstacle out of the way (really!) but your tug sends the cabbage cart up over your head, on a short arc through the air until it lands safely on a surprisingly sturdy booth roof

When you turn back around, the crowd is watching you slack jawed, the cabbage man is in grateful ecstasy, and Asra is on the ground in tears, wheezing with uncontrollable laughter

Nadia

You had been doing some research in the library to assist with Nadia's "revive Vesuvia" project and stumbled on some old manuscripts detailing earlier blueprints of the city layout

As soon as you find it and the bundle of useful information it was stored with, you rush out to fetch your beloved Countess and show her your discovery

The two of you are walking back through the halls, her eyes resting on you fondly as you summarize what you've found so far

You're so caught up in conversation that you don't think twice about the library door when you approach it. It was unlocked on your way out minutes ago, it's safe to assume that it still is on your way back in

You face Nadia, groping behind you for the handle, about to ask her what the amused expression stealing across her face is for as you tug open the door

Your question is answered for you when the screech of bending and snapping metal grates across your ears, Nadia's face quickly going blank in shock

She steps forward slowly, inspecting the damage you caused when you ripped over twelve deadbolts out of the palace wall before turning back to you with a disbelieving laugh

... so it seems that the door wasn't unlocked, after all

Muriel

You're working in the clearing with him when you accidentally make yourself nature's greatest problem child

There's an annoying infestation of a certain type of plant recently that the chickens keep eating even though it isn't good for them

You're tired of your soft-hearted lover bringing vomiting poultry into the hut at all hours of the night to nurse them back to health, only for the foolish birds to go straight back out and eat it again

So you're spending your morning hunched over the grass, clearing the area section by section of the godforsaken herb

There's sweat trickling into your eyes, making it difficult to see, and when Muriel calls your name you don't look at the next thing you've grasped, only giving it an angry yank as you answer him

You're thrown off balance when the root you pull turns out to be way longer than the weeds you were dealing with earlier, landing on your back just in time to see the tree above you slowly rotate and crack

You barely have a second to process the situation before you hear a shout and feel yourself getting scooped up and out of the way, a whole section of that tree's root system still in your fist

Muriel spends the next half hour staring silently at the uprooted tree, deep in thought as the chickens huddle at his feet

Portia

Most of the time, being the partner of an ambassador is exciting in a fairly peaceful manner. Stressful days occur when the nobles Portia negotiates with don't cooperate or storms happen at sea

In today's case, though, it begins with sighting a pirate ship off in the distance. You thought at first that they would know better than to go up against a boat like yours, but it seems they don't

Soon enough the enemy is bearing down on you, cannons out, the crewmembers on deck visibly armed to the teeth

Portia's not one to take this lying down - she is Mazelinka's unofficial granddaughter, after all - and is bellowing orders to the sailors to ready your own ship for battle

"MC!" she shouts, "Get those cannonballs closer to the railing!"

You scramble to the pile of cannon fodder and snatch one up. It's way lighter than you expected, so you blindly hurl it in the direction of the cannons facing the enemy ship and bend down for the next

The deck becomes oddly quiet split seconds before you hear a distant crash and yell. You straighten up and turn around in time to see one of the enemy's masts shatter and fall into the waves

Portia's laughing into a shared kiss before you can ask her what's happened. "MC," she cackles, "MC, you fantastic fool."

Lucio

Today's job has been rewardingly difficult. It's not every day you go up against a stone giant, but this one was terrorizing an entire town for weeks on end before the two of you showed up

It hadn't been very promising at first, Lucio's sword being one of the first things to go, but then you were able to figure out that the loud growling was coming from its stomach and not its mouth

Once you negotiated its access to the local food supply the misunderstanding was quickly cleared up. You turn from the happy ending to see your darling Lucio cradling the now-wrinkly blade

He's distraught - this sword is one of the remaining relics from his countship and it's served him very well over the years

You take it from him before he discovers that it won't be able to slide so neatly into its sheath and take a look at it. It's not a total pretzel - it just needs to be stretched out

You give the two ends of it a tug, as if to affirm your assessment, and before your eyes the metal creaks and straightens. You accidentally leave a divot at the tip in the shape of your thumb

Lucio's too puffed up with pride and joy to question it - he's already waving it in the air and claiming all it needs now is a sharpening

But he is going to look into powering up his gauntlet, if possible

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #the arcana crack

[duck-duck-newton]

"Hey! No running in the back-arc basin!"

#XKCD #geology

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Day 24: Waterboarding

Pairing: Jizzie

There’s water everywhere.

Most importantly, at the moment, there's water around Joel's shoulders. His neck. His head. His face.

Oh, Gods. 

It's in his ears.

It's in his mouth.

It's in his nose.

He's drowning.

Oh Gods.

His lungs seize, his arms flail. He can't breathe, he can't breathe.

He tries to push up, to breach out of the water; a strong, large hand is clamped on his nape keeping him down, cool and sticky and familiar. The edges of his vision start to blacken; the water in his lungs sloshes.

It’s glorious.

He feels himself twitch in his slacks, and then he’s being pulled up, up, and there’s blessed air in his lungs, coughing out the water in big shivers.

“Havin’ fun, baby?” Lizzie asks behind him, low and rumbly with amusement. She doesn’t let him answer, mostly because he really can’t, coughing and sputtering as he is, but reaches around him to undo his pants and push them down just enough for his cock to bob out, red and hard. Her palm is slimy and cool around him, but the combined sensation of pleasure and oxygen is enough to almost make him come on the spot, scrambling at her arms.

“Lizzie,” he gasps, “Lizzie, Gods, please–”

“Oh, what a good little boy you are, begging so sweet. What do you want?”

Joel opens and closes his mouth, again and again, searching for words. His mind is blank with sensation.

“Aww, catfish got your tongue?” Coos his wife, sweet and beautiful and mocking. “How about I give you a refresher.”

She settles heavily behind him, one hand on his nape and another around his cock.

“Do you want me to jerk you off,” and she pumps her fist, fast and slick, one, two, three, four times until he’s bucking in her hold; “or to drown you?”  

She dunks him again. She keeps him down for second after second after second, until he’s starting to quiver in her hold, and then pulls him out of the water.

“Please,” he quivers out the moment there’s air in his lungs, “Please, Lizzie, please, please, please…”

“Please what, Joel?”

“I don’t–I don’t even know, jus’, jus’, just... do something, baby, anything.”

“That’s a dangerous go-ahead you’re giving me, my dear.

She thumbs at the strip of discoloured skin under his glans, rubs at his red, sensitive crown until he’s weeping and limp in her arms, until his limbs have given out, until he’s forgotten common to just babble mewling little praises in the popping language of the fish and his ticking, creaky Mezalean that Lizzie always found sounds similar to the squeak of breaking clay pots; she tugs on his cock slow and tender and swipes at his weeping cockhead until there’s tears staining his cheeks.

“I’m gonna dunk you again, baby,” she whispers, low and sweet, in his ear, “Think you can come for me like that?”

Joel’s cock twitches in Lizzie’s hand, his hips buck forward as if of their own volition. She smiles behind him. He heard the wet little pop of her lips stretching.

She dunks him slower, now, gives him time to take in breath to hold. The water is cold around his face, and when Lizzie’s hand starts moving it’s better than the Heaven Pix promises probably exists. She pumps his cock in time with her dunking, pulls him out to take a few breaths and lets him buck in her hand like a madman before dunking him back down and slowing her hand to a crawl, until Joel is so overcome with pleasure, with madness, with lack of oxygen, life doesn’t feel real anymore.

She pulls him up one last time just to squeeze his cock, base to tip, a luxurious dragging motion, and maybe it’s her cool, tickling breath in his ear or the soft little praise she’s murmuring, but he comes with a strangled, hoarse little noise. His release arcs high in the air, most of it lands in the basin of water, and as soon as Lizzie is done tugging him through it, she envelops him in her arms, her soft, lacy, fluffy house clothes that immediately warm him to his core. He nuzzles up to her, spent and limp. He falls asleep to the lulling, bubbly murmur of low praise kissed into his temple.

#knight's notebook #kinktober #empiresnsfw #joel smallishbeans #lizzie ldshadowlady #jizzie

[turbofanatic]

Bunch of concepts for one of the TankEater characters. HER NAME IS NYF AND SHE’S COOL.

She was a Tawantinsuyu (AKA, the Inca empire) soldier who was captured in one of the permanent scuffles in the amazon basin involving both Tawantinsuyu, the North Emericans, and other groups. As is common, the North Emerican empire converted her with the sleepwalker cyborg system as an elite soldier, because she already had plenty of training and knew her former comrades well.

This is why the soldiers tend to shoot themselves in the head before being captured, but she was knocked unconscious soooo... yeah.

Because of the brain surgery that makes them sleepwalkers, dyslexia and other language difficulties are common in them, so “culturally” if they get freed they tend to take extremely simple names. Generally they still remember who they were but they’re really not the same. The new name helps some of them move on.

Top: She’s got a big plate in her head, for tuning the brain interface. Also metal teeth because they all got knocked out at one point. Plus a few hardpoints and the designation tattoos.

Bottom Left: First pass at cyborg armor. Did I mention she has a pair of parasitic arms on her back hardpoint?

Bottom Right: Early thoughts on parasite arms. Decided to just go with two arms with bone-lengthening surgery. These are too complex.

If perchance the Dissimilar Combat Training arc were to happen... perhaps she and Dex will fall in love... world’s scariest couple...

#TankEater #myart #bodyhorror

[the-werdna]

Title: Robcina Week Day 1 - First Date

Description: They'd been dating for awhile, but in truth they'd never actually gone on a date. Not the kind of normal one you'd expect of the couple in love. So it was, at Morgan's insistence and with their wedding only a few weeks away, the two set about rectifying that lapse.

Notes: Takes place some time after the Valm arc, but before the final Grima arc of Fire Emblem Awakening.

Words: 3637

Robin wet his hair in the basin before dabbing at it, trying, yet again, in vain to keep the wild strands to lay flat and in place. He stared into the mirror, switching to the comb again. Maybe I should have cut it short and been done with it, he mused, his frown deepening. Then he sighed, setting the comb down next to the basin. It was too late for that now, at any rate, meaning he'd have to make due.

He again checked the buttons of the leather surcoat he was wearing, before moving on to the cuffs and collar of the white shirt underneath. He rubbed at a wrinkle in the sleeve with a finger, wetting it in the basin a few times to try to straighten the fabric out. Then he seized his wrist with his other hand, forcing his own arm down to his side with an effort of will.

Relax, Robin, it will be fine. You're fidgeting, this isn't helping, he told himself, trying and failing to take a few slow, steady breaths to calm his nerves. It's fine, you look fine. Lucina won't mind, you look great Stop being nervous and just relax. Relax. Breathe. Relax.

He tried again to breathe in and out slowly. Yet his heart still raced. Involuntarily, he went back to peering into the mirror and trying to straighten his hair. Only, after a moment, did he realize what he was doing and forced himself to stop.

What are you even worried about? You and Lucina have been together for months. You two are already engaged for gods' sake. It's just a date, relax. Just a nice dinner, nothing to worry about, he reminded himself as he began to pace and fidget with his cuffs. This is silly. Why, Robin? Why are you worried about messing this up?

This had all been Morgan's idea, of course, his daughter having set up the whole thing. She'd insisted that he and Lucina just couldn't get married without going on a normal date like normal people would. She'd nagged and begged for days on end to get both of them to relent and give in to going on the 'first date' she'd apparently already made reservations for. Before even suggesting it, mind you.

He reminded himself to consider punching Inigo the next time he saw him. This was his fault. It was because of Morgan and him dating that Morgan had gotten the idea in her head that this was necessary. Only, just as quickly, did Robin also remind himself not to do that. Morgan's inclination was innocent enough, even if the date was ultimately a distraction from far more pressing matters.

Sighing, Robin tried one last time to get his hair to lay in place. Then, seeing the attempt futile, tossed the comb aside. He needed to get going, the reservation was for only half an hour from now. He just hoped his appearance was presentable enough. He was certain Lucina wouldn't mind, but…

I guess I just don't want to embarrass us. I've never done this before and…

Gods, dammit, why did he care so much about doing this right? When he knew full well Lucina never concerned herself about things like this?

Just relax, Robin. It'll be fine. Just fine.

. . . . .

"Don't worry, Mother, you look great! Father will love it."

Lucina frowned as she gazed into the mirror intently.. "Are you sure? Is it not a tad, understated?"

"Do you trust Grandmother? She picked out the dress, not me," Morgan countered, stepping up and giving her several reassuring pats on the back. Through the mirror, Lucina could see her beaming smile.

"I do, but…" Lucina said hesitantly. Shouldn't I be wearing something a bit more regal for such an occasion? she wondered to herself. The dress her mother had picked out for the date was a simple white, with only a few accessories in the arm of two leather belts, one braided and clasped with gold, long enough to wrap twice around her waist, the second shorter and of a simple design with a silver clasp. The jewelry she was given to wear likewise had come from her mother, being a gold bracer and armband to adorn one arm and a silver bracelet wrought to look like a chain of flowers. Unlike the dress, however, these had not been purchased in the past few days, instead coming from her mother's own collection per her position as queen.

Lucina reached up to touch the top of her head, fingers running through her hair as she felt the absence of her tiara. Both Morgan and her mother had assured her several times that she looked fine without it and that it would not go well with the rest of the outfit, not to mention that it would draw undue attention. Perhaps they were right, it would be better that the two of them were not recognized nor stood out too much during the date, as things would certainly go much more smoothly.

Still… Lucina felt oddly naked without it, so accustomed was she to wearing it. However, perhaps the events of just two weeks prior had something to do with her reluctance to part with it. After all, it had been quite the ordeal that she and her friends had embarked on into the Outrealms to retrieve. She is still not quite sure how her replacement tiara had killed those Risen, but that was a moot point now.

Without realizing it, she began to fidget with her hands, scratching at her fingers while wringing them together.

"Nervous?" Morgan asked. She was still grinning even as her eyes looked almost thoughtful as they regarded her.

"How could you tell?" Lucina asked.

"You're fidgeting and asking way way more questions than you usually do. I mean, I'm the one who's supposed to do that. It's like my trademark! It's weird when you do it, Mother!" Morgan answered. She patted her again, this time on the shoulder. "You'll be fine, trust me. I have the whole date all planned out. You just have to go and have a good time. It should be easy. First dinner, then a nice moonlit stroll. Easypeasy!"

"I've just… never done this before," she admitted. She found herself fidgeting again, wringing her hands and staring at the floor. She had no experience with this. Sure, she and Robin had been together for a long while now, but they hadn't gone on anything so formal. How was she supposed to know how to act, how to embarrass herself or him with inexperience?

She shook her head again, failing to shake away the doubts. "How are you sure I won't-" Lucina started to ask.

"Mess up? You won't, mother, trust me. I have been on a ton of dates now and I've never messed up any of them," Morgan assured her. She gave her another slap on the back. "Just relax and remember-"

Somewhere outside, a bell chimed six times.

"Oops, no time! You need to get going now. Don't want to be late for your date!" Morgan exclaimed. She grabbed Lucina by the arm, pulling her towards the door.

"But- Morgan I-" Lucina stammered, mind a whirlwind as she found herself now abruptly thrown to the proverbial wolves.

"Not enough time! Go, go, go! You'll do fine! You don't want to be late!" Morgan exclaimed, twirling around her in a flurry of movement to begin pushing the rest of the way. In moments, Lucina was outside the door. "Have fun, Mother!" Then, with that final exclamation from Morgan, the door was slammed shut behind her.

Thrown out by my own daughter. I do not think that's usually how this is supposed to go, Lucina mused, too stunned for a moment to really know how to respond. She absently reached up to straighten her tiara, fingers passing through nothing but strands of hair. The habit was so second nature that she only now realized how often she did it. She sighed deeply, forcing her hands stiffly to her sides.

I best get going then, Lucina thought to herself at last. Morgan is right about that at least, I do not wish to be late.

. . . . .

Robin hurried through the streets of Ylisstol, occasionally stopping to check the directions Morgan had written him for getting to the restaurant she'd booked for him and Lucina. He squinted at them intently, trying to make out the barely-legible scratches that were his daughter's handwriting. She could write much clearer than this, but only when she actually slowed down and took her time. It seemed, however, that not rushing wasn't exactly in Morgan's nature.

Never mind Morgan's sloppy penmanship, I should be almost there. I can work on that with her later. Date now, don't screw this up. You got this Robin, he told himself as he tucked the slip of paper into his pocket.

Rounding the corner, Robin found the place, a bustling cafe near the heart of the city's market district. The place was already packed, with customers seated at every table outside the building and all those he could see through the circular windows that lined the wall facing him. That explains the need for reservations, Robin noted, peering around intently, searching for Lucina

"Robin, there you are!" came a voice behind him.

He turned, then froze as he caught sight of her. Lucina was always beautiful, stunningly so, but today she looked particularly gorgeous. She'd let her hair down without any tie or tiara to hold it back, allowing it to cascade around her shoulders in gentle waves. She wore a simple white dress, which somehow managed to accentuate her natural beauty than a more elaborate dress would have.

"I- Hi," Robin said lamely, his heart skipping a beat just as the words caught in his throat. He dearly hoped he wasn't staring too much and appearing as some drooling, love-drunk idiot. "You look… nice…" he managed to stammer out, his words coming in even more of an awkward jumble than his initial greeting.

Really, Robin? "You look nice"? That's the best you could do? He scolded himself, feeling his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Oh, so do you. Your outfit I mean, I love it," Lucina answered, her words coming haltingly. Her cheeks flushed as well, matching his. "Um, so do we…" She trailed off, hastily tucking the handwritten note away she'd been clutching. Robin caught a glimpse of Morgan's handwriting on it before it vanished from view.

I guess she needed directions as well. This calmed his nerves slightly, knowing he wasn't the only one going in blind here. "Oh, I almost forgot, here. I got you these." He thrust out his hand, producing the bouquet of white flowers he'd been holding behind his back.

"Oh, Robin. Did you get flowers for me?" Lucina asked, accepting the bouquet. She held them up to her face, taking a moment to smell their fragrance. "These are the same kind, are they not?"

"Yes, the same as when I first, you know, told you how I felt," Robin confirmed, feeling more embarrassed than he probably ought to have. "I thought it fitting, for the occasion. I hope you like them."

"Robin, of course, I love them. That was so thoughtful of you. Thank you," Lucina answered.

There was an awkward pause, neither of them making any move. Lucina opened her mouth to say something, hesitated, then shut it again.

"I…" Robin trailed off.

"So…" Lucina offered, blushing.

"Should we go inside?" Robin asked. He stiffly stuck out a hand, offering it to her.

"Yes! Shall we?" Lucina asked, seizing his hand so fiercely that Robin nearly winced.

They exchanged one last nervous glance, then went inside to make their reservation.

. . . . .

"Oh come on, that was the perfect chance to kiss, you idiots!" Morgan exclaimed from her vantage point on the rooftop overlooking the restaurant. She'd arrived there long before either of her parents, relying on the roundabout directions she'd given to buy her enough time to beat them there via a more direct route.

"Popcorn?" Cynthia asked, offering her the bowl she'd brought along.

"Not now, I need to get these dorks to stop acting dumb and do actual couple stuff!" Morgan fumed, shoving the bowl aside.

"I thought you said it was gross when your parents made out," Cynthia asked through stuffed cheeks as she munched away.

"Well yeah, normally I do. But this is different. Their wedding is in three weeks and they haven't done, like, half the normal boyfriend-girlfriend things that normal people do! This needs to go right before it's too late!"

"Well, I'm having fun either way. Let's just see how this goes and then, if it goes terribly, we step in to save the day and possibly their soon-to-be marriage," Cynthia assured her. She threw the now empty bowl behind her, not even seeming to notice as it shattered loudly against the roof tiles. "Shame Owain isn't here to help. What was so important to keep him from serious Justice Cabal business?"

"Eh, I think Severa took custody of him for the day. Something about needing someone to carry her things on her shopping trip. That poor, poor doomed fool…" Morgan shook her head sadly as she returned to spying on her parents.

. . . . .

"Oops!" Lucina exclaimed, hands shooting upward to hide her face as it turned bright red in embarrassment. She'd accidentally bumped the pitcher of water sitting at the end of the table while reaching for her own drink, spilling it directly into Robin's lap. His trousers and the entire bottom half of his shirt were now completely soaked with water, the rest dripping from him onto his chair and the floor.

"I'm- Robin, I- I'm so, so very sorry. That was dreadfully clumsy of me and- I am truly sorry for-" Lucina stammered through her fingers, feeling her face burning even hotter with every word as a part of her just wanted to curl up and die.

There was a painfully long pause before, slowly, Robin reached for his napkin, mopping up the water as best he could. "It's alright, Lucina. Accidents happen," Robin assured her, smiling gently. He chuckled then as Lucina hastily thrust her napkin into his hands as well, using it as well to dry off. He waved off the waiter who rushed over to help, quickly apologizing on Lucina's behalf. Still mortified as she was, Lucina found herself even more thankful for Robin handling it so as to not cause even more of a scene.

It was only after a few moments longer and when Robin had managed to somewhat dry himself off that Lucina finally worked up the courage to speak again. "Are you quite alright? I'm dreadfully sorry, it was an accident and very clumsy of me. I didn't mean- I hope I didn't ruin your clothes, did I?"

"Well other than the fact water is my one weakness and I am going to melt into a puddle at any moment, I'm alright," Robin answered, his jest certainly an attempt to dispel any tension from the matter. He flashed her a reassuring smile, holding out his palms in a gesture for her to relax. "It's just water, Lucina. It's no big deal, really."

"I know but… now I've gone and embarrassed both of us," Lucina told him, sheepishly, wishing she could hide from the looks the other patrons had given them during the commotion.

"I came in here certain I'd do something to completely ruin the whole date. Since that hasn't happened, I consider this a victory," Robin told her.

"Really, you do not need to jest so, Robin. I admit my mistake and ask for your forgiveness for my lack of coordination," Lucina told him. "I knew this would happen, that I'd mess this up and- make a scene or- embarrass both of us. I hope you can understand, that I am still terrible at this. I've never been on a date before and I wanted this to go well," She looked away fidgeting with her hands as her cheeks flushed again.

His response caught her completely off guard, a deep belly laugh emanating from the tactician. "No, I- I'm dead serious, Lucina. I honestly expected to somehow blow this whole thing, Truly, I've been a nervous wreck all day, terrified. It's still, I know, but…" he shook his head, the gesture carrying with it both bewilderment and bemusement in equal measure. "I am just thankful it seems like we both were driving ourselves crazy over this."

Lucina nodded. "And you are sure then that I am not embarrassing you?" she asked.

Robin reached out, taking her hand. "Of course not. And even if you did, it couldn't be any worse than I could embarrass myself."

Lucina laughed at this, finding herself at last put at ease by both his admission and jest. She smiled back.

It was about then that the waiter returned with their food. So it was that their date resumed, the incident quickly behind them and forgotten.

. . . . .

Morgan peered through the book she was holding up over her face, having ingeniously cut eye-holes to allow her to see through it. Next to her on the bench, Cynthia was doing the same, their disguises having allowed them to move to a spot with a direct view through a window to the couples' table.

"Nice recovery from father, but why are they still not making out? They started holding hands and everything!" Morgan fumed, stamping her foot in frustration.

"You are really hung up on this, huh?" Cynthia noted. She was snacking again, having slipped away to buy doughnuts from a nearby stall. She offered one to Morgan, who again shoved her hand away.

Normally, Morgan would have taken the doughnut, but this wasn't a normal situation. This was serious business after all, so serious that not even a delicious pastry could sway her focus!

"I had a plan Cynthia, and the two of them making out is part of it! This needs to be romantic! Romantic, I say!" Morgan answered, practically shouting. She threw her book up into the air to punctuate her statement, froze, and then scrambled to retrieve it before she could be spotted.

"If you say so… oooh, I wonder what they ordered," Cynthia said, peering intently through the eyeholes in her own book.

As Morgan reoriented her ingenious disguise, she was already planning their next move. Once they finished eating, she and Cynthia would need to get moving. The moonlit stroll was to be alongside the river that ran through the city, meaning before then they'd need to get to their chosen hiding spot. Luckily, there were several large trees growing by the water that would be perfectly suited for that very purpose.

. . . . .

Hand in hand, the two of them walked alongside the cobbled street that ran alongside the river, the way illuminated from the candle lamps that glowed above and the light of the full moon overhead. The air was calm and the riverside peaceful, away from the continued bustle of the market even after sunset.

"I was skeptical of her plan at first, but I think we can say Morgan's idea was a good one," Lucina noted, speaking up after a while. They'd spoken little since leaving the cafe, having been more than content to just enjoy each other's company while on the stroll

"Nerves aside, I agree. I've had a wonderful time," Robin agreed. The two came to a stop, gazing out over the water near a large oak tree. The moon shone bright overhead, its silvery disk reflected as a rippling mirror on the surface of the river. "I hope I wasn't too nervous though. As I've said before, I don't have much experience with this sort of thing and…" he trailed off, realizing he was ruining the moment.

Lucina squeezed his hand reassuringly, turning to look into his eyes. "Neither have I. But regardless, I loved this evening greatly, Robin. I hope we can continue to spend moments like these together, even after we are no longer dating and instead are properly wed."

"I'd like that," Robin agreed. He found himself entranced by her beauty there, her eyes seeming almost to shimmer where they caught the silvery moonlight and the distant flicker of the lanterns.

Slowly, the two of them began to step closer, leaning closer and closer until their lips almost met. There was a gust of wind, dry leaves swirling upon it. Amongst the soft whistle, there was something else. Almost sounding like muffled voices.

Robin stepped back, breaking from soon-to-be-kiss. "Sorry, hold on one moment," Robin apologized, holding up a hand for her to wait. He turned suddenly, sweeping a hand towards a nearby tree. "Elwind!" A vortex of air shot towards the treetops, shaking the branches and sending a flurry of leaves into the air. There were two surprised yelps, followed by the silhouettes of two figures falling from the branches into the river with two loud splashes.

"There we go," Robin said, turning back to Lucina.

"Was that…"

"Yeah…" Robin confirmed. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Morgan and Cynthia have been spying on us the whole date."

"Ah, I suppose we can scold them later then. Provided the unexpected bath isn't punishment enough." Lucina laughed, squeezing his hands tighter. "Now, where were we?"

Smiling back, and satisfied there were no more onlookers, Robin leaned in, his and Lucina's lips meeting in a long, drawn-out kiss. When they at last separated, both were blushing, yet with huge, dumb smiles on both their lips.

"This was nice. We should do it again sometime," Lucina told him.

"Yes. We should," Robin agreed. As first dates went, this hadn't been all too bad.

#robcina week #day 1: first date #robcina #robin x lucina #robin #lucina #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening

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Idaten Jump x DnD Moral Alignment Chart

Surprisingly this was more fun to make than I anticipated.

If you want to read through all my lines of reasoning, feel free to read under the cut. Feel free to add more to the discussion!

Also, I used this article to pinpoint each character in their alignment, but I'll pick a few lines that best describes the alignment under the cut.

Lawful Good "They seek to eliminate evil, and are willing to forego their own comfort or safety to protect others."

Sho Yamato - Sho is the textbook definition of a superhero in terms of morale. He refuses to sit idly and is very much willing to go out his way to bring justice to every wrong he comes across. That's his very character.

Miss Yuki - Yuki, much like Sho, goes out of her way to help out. Even before she found out about Sho as the owner of an Idaten Bike, she was quick to assist them to make sure he doesn't caught in a bad place. This behavior is recurring, and her compassion extends to even to the likes of Gabu despite what the kid did.

Ayumu Yamato - Much like his brother, Ayumu is very willing to help out deal with situations. He's empathic, and is willing to take the extra mile to help or thank people (ex. meeting Kiku). He doesn't like to stand to the side, but is still an obedient kid considering how much he respects Sho and the "no riding" rule early into the Team X arc.

Neutral Good "Those under this alignment are willing to recognize unjust laws, and are open to bending the rules if it helps more people."

Kyoichi Shido - I initially put him under true neutral considering his behavior earlier on, but for the entire show it seemed more fitting that he'd be put in neutral good. He's a lot less willing to go out his way compared to Sho, but will step up and help someone out if need be. That doesn't mean he's all goody-two-shoes though, as he will go against the rules if it meant for the better good (ex. rescuing Takuma from the volcano eruption despite Idaten Battle rules stating no riders should interfere with a race). A more prominent example though is that he's more than willing to omit information and even say hurtful things to Sho and co. if it meant helping the team improve.

Kakeru Sakamaki - Kakeru wasn't given enough screen time by the show compared to Sho and Makoto, but given how he responds to situations he has a very strong sense of right and wrong. He's quick to call out Shark Tooth in episode 1 how the race's winning conditions were unfair and is even willing to compromise for the training grounds, but he doesn't have enough driving force to push through what he says.

Chaotic Good "They don't care much for rules or regulations, but a strong sense of right and wrong remains rooted in the hearts of Chaotic Good characters."

Makoto Shido - Girlypop is very willing to throw hands against every antagonist in the show. - But for real though, Makoto, much like Sho, is very willing to step up and deal against injustice, but unlike her friend who'd do it through races, Makoto is very much willing to forego those formalities to get the point across (throwing a metal basin against one of the rouge gang members in ep. 10, consequences be damned, and she even has a wrench ready for round 2). She's also very vocal about injustices towards her as a female, and although her fighting against is has a notion beyond herself. She's belittled constantly because of her gender (and Japan IRL is very patriarchal), but yet she proves time and time again that she's just as capable as the rest of them, and by extension proving that girls are equal to their male peers.

Lawful Neutral "Lawful Neutrals believe in organization. Many are devoted to law and order, believing that their nation or faction would collapse without it."

Arthur - Predictably as a knight, Arthur has a very rigid moral code. Although he could've fallen more in Chaotic Good during his disguised era, with his fake reckless/clumsy acts causing mayhem, my defense is that his people, his royalty were the ruling organization before Shark Tooth, hence he's only doing what he can to restore that rulership while he's by himself. The reason why he falls under neutral instead of good is because he's more rigid with his morales, hardly considering Gabu an ally while battling against Team X, unlike Yuki who has the patience to console Gabu despite it all. Another reason why I consider him more neutral is because of his response to Imperial Knights and possessed Kyoichi: he may mourn that they were possessed by the Dark Emblems, but he doesn't let that hinder him from accomplishing the responsibilities assigned to him.

True Neutral "...are often characterized as survivors, doing whatever they have to do in order to keep themselves or their loved ones alive and thriving."

Koei & Kiku - It makes sense that these siblings are more likely to look after each other first before anything, considering that they're financially struggling. Koei was a pickpocketer prior to being hired by Gabu, and even then he chose to work under Shark Tooth as a means to fund his sister's medical needs rather than going for an honest job. - Kiku could've been put in the Chaotic Neutral aspect, since she desperately yearns for her own freedom and disobeyed Koei and the hospital staff for it, but considering how quickly she was to try and protect Ayumu after she befriended him this alignment seemed to suit her better. She's quick to defend her loved ones on their behalf, going out of her way to defend Koei's honor not only to strangers but to Sho as well. However, maybe it's because she's physically ill but we've never seen her go out of her way to help out people she didn't know, so she fails to be in the Good alignments because of that.

Chaotic Neutral "...chaotic neutral characters value their freedom above all else." "Chaotic Neutrals are individualists first and last." (note: the initial candidates for this category was Yoko and Rika because it's so hard to find recurring characters under this alignment, but after watching through some eps I found the best candidate for it)

Hosuke - Since most of Hosuke's screen time is dedicated to his character as an amnesiac owl, this is how I based him. In a literal sense, episode 2 his introductory lines is literally begging for the group to free him, but overall as a character Hosuke tends to put his wants first, even so much as to throw the kids under the bus when he felt neglected in favor of women flaunting over him in episode 7 (side note: a character trait of his that I absolutely despised, and im thankful they toned it down much much later on in the show) and demanding more food from the Four Kings in episode 38 without regards of whether they had more or not. He his selfish yes, but what keeps him from being categorized under the evil alignments is that he wouldn't go out to cause unnecessary harm, and is willing to accept the consequences of his transgressions (sometimes). If something is not going his way, he will very much be vocal about it.

Lawful Evil "...are capable of vicious cruelty and plenty of illegal deeds — but they follow a strict internal code, and thus often believe they are doing what is right or honorable." - Putting it out now, "lawful" doesn't mean the laws of the land or ethics as a whole, but rather a character's capability of adhering to a set of rules. Tyrants, fanatics, and extremists are best examples of this alignment, but the reason why Gabu isn't on here will be explained later on

Taiga Samejima - Despite the examples given, I consider Taiga to be in this alignment is because of the definition of following a strict internal code. Yes, he's willing to put heinous henchmen out there to hinder the protagonists, or for the benefit of Shark Tooth, but still he believes in playing fair during Idaten Battles. Outside that though is a far different topic (in episode 11 he had no qualms about Captain Jackal deserting Sho and co. in an abandoned island, but scolded him and the crew for violating the rules of Idaten Battle). He followed and assisted Gabu without complaints, only trying to step in and interfere when he realized that his brother was going too far. Yes, he's capable of harm, and yes he will do it if need be, but only if it doesn't go against his own code.

Neutral Evil "They have goals to accomplish, and they're certainly not going to stand in their own way."

Gabu Samejima - It's like this alignment was meant for him. Gabu will do whatever it takes to become the strongest out there and hold the power for himself. What makes him different from Lawful Evil is that he doesn't care; if you're in his way, he will take you out. He has an eye for theatrics through intimidation, and gains satisfaction from it. He's self-serving and willing to blackmail and manipulate people to get what he wants, but he's meticulous about it as well. He's impulsive, sure, but he won't go out of his way to cause unnecessary collateral (and yes, during the Team X arc sabotaging plans and wanting to abandon the group multiple times was necessary collateral for him; he knew he couldn't get Imperial X by himself, despite what he says). He hardly holds remorse for his actions, since he could really care less about what the others think of him.

The Four Kings - As Gabu's loyal henchmen, they'll do whatever they needed in order to give Gabu the upper hand—moral code be damned (hence why they fall in this category and not in Lawful Evil). Although there are times they question Gabu, in the end they'll still bend their backs for him.

Chaotic Evil "These characters often take pride in causing suffering, and pursue destruction for its own sake."

Takeshi Yamato (possessed) - Takeshi himself is not an evil man, but under the possession of the dark energy he aims for nothing else but mass destruction. He's willing to not take down but to obliterate anyone for this cause, without any regards for anyone or anything (he let Sho fall hundreds of feet off the air for the sake of winning). Chaotic Evils are the most dangerous and destructive out of all the alignments, so it also stood to reason that the biggest threat of the show falls here.

#idaten jump #analysis #character analysis #sho yamato #kyoichi shido #miss yuki #kakeru sakamaki #makoto shido #arthur #ayumu yamato #koei #kiku #hosuke #taiga samejima #gabu samejima #the four kings #takeshi yamato #mod speaks

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All Breathing Styles and Forms!!!

SUN BREATHING (13 forms)

Also called Hinokami Kagura or The original Breathing

‌First Form: Dance (円えん舞ぶ) whit variant by tanjiro: Dancing Flash (円えん舞ぶ一いっ閃せん)

‌Second form: Clear Blue Sky (碧へき羅らの天てん)

‌Third Form: Raging Sun (烈れつ日じつ紅こう鏡きょう)

‌Fourth Form: Burning Bones, Summer Sun (灼しゃっ骨こつ炎えん陽よう)

‌Fifth Form: Setting Sun Transformation (斜しゃ陽よう転てん身しん)

‌Sixth Form: Solar Heat Haze (飛ひ輪りん陽かげ炎ろう)

‌Seventh Form: Beneficent Radiance (輝き輝き恩おん光こう)

‌Eighth Form: Sunflower Thrust (陽よう華か突とつ)

‌Ninth Form: Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance (日にち暈うんの龍りゅう・頭かぶり舞まい)

‌Tenth Form: Fire Wheel (火か車しゃ)

‌Eleventh Form: Fake Rainbow (幻げん日にち虹こう)

‌Twelfth Form: Flame Dance (炎えん舞ぶ)

‌Thirteenth Form (拾じゅう参さんノ型かた)

KNOWN USERS: Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Sumiyoshi, Tanjuro Kamado, Tanjiro Kamado

WATER BREATHING (11 forms)

One of the five main Breathing Styles

‌First Form: Water Surface Slash (壱いちノ型かた　水みな面も斬ぎり)

‌Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた　水みず車ぐるま) whit variation Lateral Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた・改かい　横よこ水みず車ぐるま)

‌Third Form: Flowing Dance (参さんノ型かた　流りゅう流りゅう舞まい)

‌Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた　打うち潮しお) whit variant Striking Tide, Turbulent (打うち潮しお・乱らん)

‌Fifth Form: Blessed Rain After the Drought (伍ごノ型かた　干かん天てんの慈じ雨う)

‌Sixth Form: Whirlpool (陸ろくノ型かた　ねじれ渦うず), whit variant Whirlpool, Flow (ねじれ渦うず・流りゅう流りゅう)

‌Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust (漆しちノ型かた　雫しずく波は紋もん突づき) whit variation Drop Ripple Thrust, Curve (雫しずく波は紋もん突づき・曲きょく)

‌Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin (捌はちノ型かた　滝たき壼つぼ)

‌Ninth Form: Splashing Water Flow, Turbulent (玖くノ型かた　水すい流りゅう飛沫しぶき・乱らん)

‌Tenth Form: Constant Flux (拾じゅうノ型かた　生せい生せい流る転てん)

‌Eleventh Form: Dead Calm (拾じゅう壱いちノ型かた　凪なぎ), created by water hashira Giyu Tomioka

KNOWN USERS: Giyu Tomioka (Hashira), Tanjiro Kamado, Sakonji Urokodaki Sabito, Makomo, Aoi Kanzaki, Murata

FLAME BREATHING (9 forms, only 6 known)

One of the five main Breathing Styles

‌First Form: Unknowing Fire (壱いちノ型かた　不知火しらぬい)

‌Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun (弐にノ型かた　昇のぼり炎えん天てん)

‌Third Form: Blazing Universe (参さんノ型かた　氣き炎えん万ばん象しょう)

‌Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation (肆しノ型かた　盛せい炎えんのうねり)

‌Fifth Form: Flame Tiger (伍ごノ型かた　炎えん虎こ)

‌Ninth Form: Rengoku (玖くノ型かた　煉れん獄ごく)

KNOWN USERS: Rengoku Kyojuro (Hashira), all the male members of Rengoku family

WIND BREATHING (9 forms)

One of the five main Breathing Styles

‌First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter (壱いちノ型かた　鹿じん旋せん風ぷう・削そぎ)

‌Second Form: Claws-Purifying Wind (弐にノ型かた　爪そう々そう・科しな戸と風かぜ)

‌Third Form: Clean Storm Wind Tree (参さんノ型かた　晴せい嵐らん風ふう樹じゅ)

‌Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm (肆しノ型かた　昇しょう上じょう砂さ塵じん嵐らん)

‌Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind (伍ごノ型かた　木こ枯がらし颪おろし)

‌Sixth Form: Black Wind Mountain Mist (陸ろくノ型かた　黒こく風ふう烟えん嵐らん)

‌Seventh Form: Gale, Sudden Gusts (漆しちノ型かた　頸けい風ふう・天てん狗ぐ風かぜ)

‌Eighth Form: Primary Gale Slash (捌はちノ型かた　初しょ烈れっ風かざ斬きり)

‌Ninth Form: Idaten Typhoon (玖くノ型かた　韋い駄だ天てん台たい風ふう)

KNOWN USERS: Sanemi Shinazugawa (Hashira), Masachika Kumeno

STONE BREATHING (5 forms)

One of the five main breathing Styles

‌First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar (壱いちノ型かた　蛇じゃ紋もん岩がん・双そう極きょく)

‌Second Form: Upper Smash (弐にノ型かた　天てん面めん砕くだき)

‌Third Form: Stone Skin (参さんノ型かた　岩がん軀くの膚はだえ)

‌Fourth Form: Volcanic Rock, Rapid Conquest (肆しノ型かた　流りゅう紋もん岩がん・速そく征せい)

‌Fifth Form: Arcs of Justice (伍ごノ型かた　瓦が輪りん刑ぎょう部ぶ)

KNOWN USER: Gyomei Himejima (Hashira)

THUNDER BREATHING (7 forms)

One of the five main breathing Styles

‌First Form: Thunderclap and Flash (壱いちノ型かた　霹へき靂れき一いっ閃せん) improved by Zenitsu in Sixfold (六ろく連れん), Eightfold (八はち連れん) and Godspeed (神しん速そく)

‌Second Form: Rice Spirit (弐にノ型かた　稲いな魂だま)

‌Third Form: Thunder Swarm (参さんノ型かた　聚しゅう蚊ぶん成せい雷らい)

‌Fourth Form: Distant Thunder (肆しノ型かた　遠えん雷らい)

‌Fifth Form: Heat Lightning (伍ごノ型かた　熱ねつ界かい雷らい)

‌Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash (陸ろくノ型かた　電でん轟ごう雷らい轟ごう)

‌Seventh Form: Honoikazuchi no Kami (漆しちノ型かた　火ほの雷いかづちの神かみ) created by Zenitsu

KNOWN USERS: Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kaigawa, Jigoro Kuwajima

MOON BREATHING (16 forms, only 11 known)

derivate from Sun Breathing

‌First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace (壱いちノ型かた　闇やみ月づき・宵よいの宮みや)

‌Second Form: Pearl Flower Moongazing (弐にの型かた　珠しゅ華かノ弄ろう月げつ)

‌Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains (参さんノ型かた　厭えん忌き月づき・銷つがり)

‌Fifth Form: Moon Spirit Calamitous Eddy (伍ごノ型かた　月げっ魄ぱく災さい渦か)

‌Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Lonely Moon - Incessant (陸ろくノ型かた　常とこ夜よ孤こ月げつ・無む間けん)

‌Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit (漆しちノ型かた　厄やっ鏡きょう・月づき映ばえ)

‌Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail (捌はちノ型かた　月げつ龍りゆう輪りん尾び)

‌Ninth Form: Waning Moonswaths (玖くノ型かた　降くだり月づき・連れん面めん)

‌Tenth Form: Drilling Slashes, Moon Through Bamboo Leaves (拾じゅうノ型かた　穿せん面めん斬ざん・蘿ら月げつ)

‌Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe, Tenman Crescent Moon (拾じゅう肆しノ型かた　兇きょう変へん・天てん満まん繊せん月げつ)

‌Sixteenth Form: Moonbow, Half Moon (拾じゅう陸ろくノ型かた　月虹げっこう・片かた割われ月づき)

KNOWN USER: Michikatsu Tsugikuni/Kokushibo

SOUND BREATHING (5 forms, only 3 known)

Derivate from Thunder Breathing

‌First Form: Roar (壱いちノ型かた　轟とどろき)

‌Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes (肆しノ型かた　響きょう斬ざん無む間けん)

‌Fifth Form: String Performance (伍ごノ型かた　鳴めい弦げん奏そう々そう)

KNOWN USER: Tengen Uzui (Hashira)

FLOWER BREATHING (7 forms, only 5 known)

Derivate from Water Breathing

‌Second Form: Honorable Shadow Plum (弐にノ型かた　御み影かげ梅うめ)

‌Fourth Form: Crimson Hanagoromo (肆しノ型かた　紅べに花はな衣ごろも)

‌Fifth Form: Peonies of Futility (伍ごノ型かた　徒あだの芍しゃく薬やく)

‌Sixth Form: Whirling Peach (陸ろくノ型かた　渦うず桃もも)

‌Final Form: Equinoctial Vermilion Eye (終ついノ型かた　彼ひ岸がん朱しゅ眼がん)

KNOWN USERS: Kanae Kocho (death Hashira), Kanao Tsuyuri

LOVE BREATHING (6 forms, only 5 known)

Derivate from Flame Breathing

‌First Form: Shivers of First Love (壱いちノ型かた　初はつ恋こいのわななき)

‌Second Form: Love Pangs (弐にノ型かた　懊おう悩のう巡めぐる恋こい)

‌Third Form: Catlove Shower (参さんノ型かた　恋こい猫ねこしぐれ)

‌Fifth Form: Swaying Love, Wildclaw (伍ごノ型かた　揺ゆらめく恋れん情じょう・乱みだれ爪づめ)

‌Sixth Form: Cat-Legged Winds of Love (陸ろくノ型かた　猫ねこ足あし恋こい風かぜ)

KNOWN USER: Mitsuri Kanroji (Hashira)

INSECT BREATHING (4 forms)

Derivate from Flower Breathing

‌Butterfly Dance: Caprice (蝶ちょうノ舞まい　戯たわむれ)

‌Dance of the Bee Sting: True Flutter (蜂ほう牙がノ舞まい　真ま靡なびき)

‌Dance of the Dragonfly: Compound Eye Hexagon (蜻せい蛉れいノ舞まい　複ふく眼がん六ろっ角かく)

‌Dance of the Centipede: Hundred-Legged Zigzag (蜈ご蚣こうノ舞まい　百ひゃく足そく蛇じゃ腹ばら)

KNOWN USER: Shinobu Koucho (Hashira)

MIST BREATHING (7 forms)

Derivate from Wind Breathing

‌First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze (壱いちノ型かた　垂すい天てん遠とお霞がすみ)

‌Second Form: Eight-Layered Mist (弐にノ型かた　八や重え霞かすみ)

‌Third Form: Scattering Mist Splash (参さんノ型かた　霞か散さんの飛し沫ぶき)

‌Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash (肆しノ型かた　移い流りゅう斬ぎり)

‌Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze (伍ごノ型かた　霞か雲うんの海うみ)

‌Sixth Form: Lunar Dispersing Mist (陸ろくノ型かた　月つきの霞か 消しょう)

‌Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds (漆しちノ型かた　朧おぼろ) created by Muichiro Tokito

KNOWN USER: Muichiro Tokito (Hashira)

SERPENT BREATHING (5 forms)

Derivate from Water Breathing

‌First Form: Winding Serpent Slash (壱いちノ型かた　委い蛇だ斬ぎり)

‌Second Form: Venom Fangs of the Narrow Head (弐にノ型かた　狭きょう頭ずの毒どく牙が)

‌Third Form: Coil Choke (参さんノ型かた　塒とぐろ締じめ)

‌Fourth Form: Twin-Headed Reptile (肆しノ型かた　頸けい蛇じゃ双そう生せい)

‌Fifth Form: Slithering Serpent (伍ごノ型かた　蜿えん蜿えん長ちょう蛇だ)

KNOW USER: Obanai Iguro (Hashira)

BEAST BREATHING (11 forms/fangs)

Derivated from Wind Breathing

‌First Fang: Pierce (壱いちノ牙きば　穿うがち抜ぬき)

‌Second Fang: Slice (弐にノ牙きば　切きり裂さき)

‌Third Fang: Devour (参さんノ牙きば　喰くい裂ざき)

‌Fourth Fang: Slice 'n' Dice (肆しノ牙きば　切きり細こま裂ざき)

‌Fifth Fang: Crazy Cutting (伍ごノ牙きば　狂くるい裂ざき)

‌Sixth Fang: Palisade Bite (陸ろくノ牙きば　乱らん杭ぐい咬がみ)

‌Seventh Form: Spatial Awareness (漆しちノ型かた　空くう間かん識しき覚かく)

‌Eighth Form: Explosive Rush (捌はちノ型かた　爆ばく裂れつ猛もう進しん)

‌Ninth Fang: Extending Bendy Slash (玖くノ牙きば　伸しん・うねり裂ざき)

‌Tenth Fang: Whirling Fangs (拾じゅうノ牙きば　円えん転てん旋せん牙が)

‌Sudden Throwing Strike (思おもいつきの投なげ裂さき)

KNOWN USER: Inosuke Hashibira

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #hashira #hinokami kagura #breathing styles #breathing forms #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke #ecc ecc

[kristabella]

Toilette de la duchesse de Parme, entre 1845 et 1851 Musée d'Orsay,1981

This ensemble was commissioned by a subscription circulated among the Legitimist ladies of France for the marriage, in November 1845, of Louise-Marie-Thérèse de Bourbon, the granddaughter of Charles X, and the Prince de Lucques, the future Duke Charles III of Parma. Its decoration evokes a nostalgic and idealised image of the Middle Ages as a period of loyalty to King and to God, as well as exalting traditional French values and the bonds of marriage. The fleurs-de-lis and roses of France are intertwined with ivy, the symbol of marital fidelity.

Sent to London in 1851 for the Great Exhibition, before being given to the Duchess, this prestigious piece of furniture contains references to many different civilisations – Occidental and Oriental – and achieves a synthesis of styles from various eras, from Saint Louis to Louis XIV.

The jewellery boxes, whose shape recalls 12th century Mosan reliquaries, are decorated with the portraits of twenty great French women renowned for their piety, courage and literary talent, such as Blanche de Castille, Joan of Arc and Clémence Isaure. The ewer and basin combine Islamic and Renaissance influences, while the candelabra are based on 17th century bronze models. The indeterminate style of the ensemble in fact demonstrates an eclecticism that would later prevail in the decorative arts under the Second Empire.

#toilette #aesthetic art #antique #antique furniture #19th century #france #louis xiv #style #decorative arts

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

What turned Earth into a giant snowball 700m years ago? Scientists now have an answer

Australian geologists have used plate tectonic modelling to determine what most likely caused an extreme ice-age climate in Earth’s history, more than 700 million years ago.

The study, published inGeology, helps our understanding of the functioning of the Earth's built-in thermostat that prevents the Earth from getting stuck in overheating mode. It also shows how sensitive global climate is to atmospheric carbon concentration.

“Imagine the Earth almost completely frozen over,” said the study’s lead author, ARC Future Fellow Dr Adriana Dutkiewicz. “That’s just what happened about 700 million years ago; the planet was blanketed in ice from poles to equator and temperatures plunged. However, just what caused this has been an open question.

“We now think we have cracked the mystery: historically low volcanic carbon dioxide emissions, aided by weathering of a large pile of volcanic rocks in what is now Canada; a process that absorbs atmospheric carbon dioxide.”

The project was inspired by the glacial debris left by the ancient glaciation from this period that can be spectacularly observed in the Flinders Ranges in South Australia.

A recent geological field trip to the Ranges, led by co-author Professor Alan Collins from the University of Adelaide, prompted the team to use the University of Sydney EarthByte computer models to investigate the cause and the exceptionally long duration of this ice age.

The extended ice age, also called the Sturtian glaciation after the 19th century European colonial explorer of central Australia, Charles Sturt, stretched from 717 to 660 million years ago, a period well before the dinosaurs and complex plant life on land existed.

Dr Dutkiewicz said: “Various causes have been proposed for the trigger and the end of this extreme ice age, but the most mysterious aspect is why it lasted for 57 million years – a time span hard for us humans to imagine.”

The team went back to a plate tectonic model that shows the evolution of continents and ocean basins at a time after the breakup of the ancient supercontinent Rodina. They connected it to a computer model that calculates CO2 degassing of underwater volcanoes along mid-ocean ridges – the sites where plates diverge and new ocean crust is born.

They soon realised that the start of the Sturtian ice age precisely correlates with an all-time low in volcanic CO2 emissions. In addition, the CO2 outflux remained relatively low for the entire duration of the ice age.

Dr Dutkiewicz said: “At this time, there were no multicellular animals or land plants on Earth. The greenhouse gas concentration of the atmosphere was almost entirely dictated by CO2 outgassing from volcanoes and by silicate rock weathering processes, which consume CO2.”

Co-author Professor Dietmar Müller from the University of Sydney said: "Geology ruled climate at this time. We think the Sturtian ice age kicked in due to a double whammy: a plate tectonic reorganisation brought volcanic degassing to a minimum, while simultaneously a continental volcanic province in Canada started eroding away, consuming atmospheric CO2.

“The result was that atmospheric CO2 fell to a level where glaciation kicks in – which we estimate to be below 200 parts per million, less than half today’s level.”

The team's work raises intriguing questions about Earth's long-term future.  A recent theory proposed that over the next 250 million years, Earth would evolve towards Pangea Ultima, a supercontinent so hot that mammals might become extinct.

However, the Earth is also currently on a trajectory of lower volcanic CO2 emissions, as continental collisions increase and the plates slow down. So, perhaps Pangea Ultima will turn into a snowball again.

Dr Dutkiewicz said: “Whatever the future holds, it is important to note that geological climate change, of the type studied here, happens extremely slowly. According to NASA, human-induced climate change is happening at a pace 10 times faster than we have seen before.”

TOP IMAGE....Artists impression of 'Snowball Earth'.Credit NASA

LOWER IMAGE....View towards the Arkaroola Wilderness Sanctuary, Flinders Ranges, with the Sturt Formation glacial deposits from the Sturtian Glaciation circa 717­–664 million years ago forming a prominent ridge in the middle of the photo on the left.  Credit Professor Dietmar Müller/University of Sydney

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

[emmettland]

Gold and Green AU | Repost #12

These are my notes for the first arc of the Gold and Green series, when I finally sit my ass down to write it. The only thing I changed here from the original 2023 version is Kalstio's motive.

Don't read if you don't want major spoilers.

ARC 1

We start with Logan as a Green and Derek becoming a Golden after Marian becomes a God.

CW: ceremonial suicide Scene: Marian standing in front of many rings; Bornachi, Helterson, Helven, Blackwood, Warfson, and Collins are the main ones. The council reads off all of Marian’s victories, no losses. She gets to make her own speech, basically thanking her ring, her family, and telling them she loves them and will be watching over them from the drops. She tells Derek she knows he’ll make her even more proud. She stands over the altar, which has a basin to collect her blood as she stabs herself with a sword provided by the Council. The crowd cheers voraciously as she dies with a smile on her face. Catina, who is unable to fight due to a disability, picks up the basin and dumps her sister’s blood on Derek to officially make him the new Golden of the Bornachi ring. In the crowd, David informs Logan that he’ll be Gifted to Derek and that he shouldn’t screw it up. 

David approaches Derek to offer Logan as a Gift. Derek feels pressured to accept, and arrangements are made. 

David’s Motive: To let Derek think the bad blood between them is gone and catch him off guard later.

Kalstio, who overhears what happens, congratulates Derek while also warning him of David’s intentions in Gifting Logan. She makes Derek think David is using Logan against him, either to humiliate him or harm him. 

Kalstio’s Motive: She wants Derek to reject Logan, so she can pretend to bring him to Cassius' Reformation school, but actually help him escape the Helterson Ring.

Logan is nervous about being Gifted for the first time. After speaking with Kalstio, Derek is paranoid about David’s intentions and ends up rejecting him for that reason. 

CW: abusive power dynamics, societal prostitution Scene: Logan waiting for Derek on the bed, all dressed up, and Derek entering the room in all his Golden glory. Derek tries to make conversation to feel Logan out, but Logan just wants to get this over with. He asks how Derek would like to be serviced, so Derek tells him to strip, but he’s too paranoid to enjoy much. Logan eventually gets fed up and asks Derek why he accepted him if he doesn’t desire him at all, to which Derek feels insulted by a Green talking back and uses that as his reason for rejecting Logan as his Gift. Logan is absolutely crushed, knowing what this will do to his reputation, and warns Derek that David will get payback for this.

David does not think Derek’s reason is valid and does plan to get payback for the insult. 

Scene: Logan is expecting to be punished, but David actually comforts him, telling him that a fresh Green can’t be expected to keep his composure in that kind of situation. 

Kalstio offers to take Logan to the Helven Reformation School. David tells her he’ll consider the offer.

Since he doesn’t trust her, David goes to Cassius instead and offers Logan as a Gift, hoping to improve his reputation and avoid putting Logan in Reformation School if Cassius accepts. 

Cassius agrees to meet with Logan, intrigued to find out why he was rejected by a Golden. 

Scene: Logan meets Cassius at Helven palace, ends up in the antechamber with Cassius talking about his love for the dramatic arts. Logan starts explaining one of the blooms when Cassius didn’t ask and shows Cassius how to properly touch the bloom. Cassius tells Logan he can see why Derek rejected him before kissing him, saying that Derek was too intimidated by Logan’s bold attitude. Cassius not only accepts Logan as his Gift, but wants Logan to be his True Gift.

While this is happening, Derek is being serviced by a Green from the Collins ring, not knowing they’re working for David. 

Derek gets poisoned, so that he’s physically weakened while the Green tries to kill him. Derek barely manages to escape and finds somewhere to hide while the poison leaves his system. 

Logan is supposed to receive Cassius’ Blessing, but he gets too scared and escapes while Cassius is getting them drinks. 

CW: abusive power dynamics, societal prostitution  Scene: Cassius starts kissing Logan and kissing down his body. Logan apologizes for being nervous and asks if he could have something for his nerves. Cassius goes to fetch him a drink and Logan escapes from the balcony. When he comes back and sees Logan is gone, Cassius smirks and sips his own drink after calling for a search party to find Logan. “A gift so precious and rare that it needs to be hunted down…that’s exactly the kind of gift I want.” 

Logan runs out into the Haze where Dirk finds him. Logan begs Dirk not to turn him in and Dirk decides to help him instead.

Scene: Logan stumbles and falls somewhere, disoriented from the Haze. He starts sobbing and Dirk comes along, having noticed him while he was waiting for a travel pod. Dirk kneels down and helps him calm down before asking if he just came from a Blessing, seeing how he’s dressed. Logan admits he ran from Cassius before he could be Blessed and begs Dirk not to turn him in. Dirk remembers his own situation with Teddy and decides he’s going to help Logan change his identity to avoid being found.

my writing x my whump x gold and green au x ko-fi

#emmett whumps #whump tag #emmett writes #emmett reposts #Gold and Green AU #Gold and Green AU (writing) #emmett ocs #logan oc #derek oc #david oc #kalstio oc #cassius oc #dirk oc #dergan (ship) #logius (ship)

[powertripblog]

Endorheic Basin

More deserts, probably good to learn how to draw them considering the bulk of Powertrip's early arcs take place in them. This is an Endorheic Basin, also known under the much superior name Playa. Basically this place is a basin where rainwater will collect if a rainstorm blows through, and doesn't allow any outflow to another body of water. Of course, if you go long enough without rain the water will dry up, and leave a layer of salt behind which is what has happened in the drawing above.

I have no idea if a location like this will even be in Powertrip, but drawing it was fun so in the end I still win.

#powertrip comic #powertrip dev #comics #webcomic #desert #nature #concept art #art

[arleniansdoodles]

Your gow fic has genuinely been a joy to watch evolve. I'm not even really in the fandom atm but i still come back here every so often to either see how its going or to read back through all the posts. Hope you aren't suffering burnout too badly but i am genuinely so so so excited for this!

Hope you have a wonderful day♡

Awww thank you so much, anon! It really made my day to read your comment <333 Rest assured I'm not too burnt out yet, I just need to get back in the flow of writing for GoW ^^;; Everything was so much easier back in the day when Atreus and Calliope were gallivanting across Greece and Rome! lmaoo

I hope you have a wonderful day too, anon! Here, let me share a snippet from the Rome arc with y'all; it's nothing too fancy, just a slice-of-life section of Atreus and Calliope getting cleaned up in a public bathhouse XDD Hope you enjoy! :DDD

(For context, Aelia is a bathhouse servant tasked to guide them around since this is Atreus' first time in a place like this)

After a few moments, Aelia took them through the large doors on the right of the tepidarium. They were immediately met with a gust of hot, steamy air. A large, circular bath filled the centre of the hall, sunk down into the floor, with citizens already lounging inside it. There were other smaller baths in the four corners of the hall. There were two small doorways to the left and right, and by the look of the steam escaping from under those doors, they likely led to hot-air baths.

“Hoc est caldarium,” Aelia announced.

“The hot room?” Atreus repeated in Greek, startled. A delighted grin spread over Calliope’s face.

“Vis frigidarium?” Aelia asked Atreus.

He turned to Calliope. “What kind of baths did you have in Sparta?”

“Hot air!” she said immediately. “They are very steamy and warm.” She pointed excitedly to the side doors. “Are those hot-air baths? Can we go there first?”

Atreus looked like he didn’t know whether to freeze or flee, but he nodded and turned to Aelia with the question. Aelia gestured for them to follow and moved to the left, passing by the hot pools and entering one of the side rooms.

It was empty, thank goodness. Steam rose up from a coal fire built into the centre of the floor, in turn heating the basin of water on top, releasing steam. Calliope hurried over to the stone benches that lined the walls, and sat down, swinging her feet. “Sit, Atreus!”

He sat down beside her. Aelia inclined her head to them and said something. Atreus replied, “Gratias tibi,” and Aelia departed from the room.

“She’ll be back in a quarter hour,” he said to Calliope. “We’re supposed to wait until we start sweating before going out to the water baths.”

“Yes,” Calliope agreed. “Then we can cool down after.”

Atreus leaned back against the frescoed wall. His skin was already starting to flush pink, and not from his earlier embarrassment. He reached up to undo his braid. “So … this is a hot-air bath, huh?”

“Do you like it?” Calliope asked eagerly. “Mother brought me to these all the time. It is very common in Sparta. Father told me he would go with his soldiers to the hot-air baths.”

“Really?” Atreus said, surprised. “All of them together?”

“Yes!” Calliope peered closer at Atreus’ red face. She giggled. “Are you shy?”

“What? No! It’s just, um, not what I’m used to. It’s pretty hot here, too.”

“Do you use hot water in your homeland?”

“Yeah. We have to heat it manually, since it’s usually cold to start with. But it’s never this hot, I think. Y’know, I’ve also taken some very cold baths.”

“How cold?”

“Like getting into a frozen lake.”

“No!”

“Yep! Felt like knives all over me. Father just stood on the banks and grunted.”

Calliope shivered at the thought despite the heat of the room. “Aelia mentioned a cold room,” she remembered. “Maybe you will like those more?”

Atreus laughed lightly. “I mean, I don’t like being too cold or too hot. It’s just something I had to do when we didn’t have time to heat up the water.”

#asks #anon asks #god of war #god of war ragnarok #au #atreus #calliope #writing #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #bathhouse #roman baths