#but dreadlocks nonetheless

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Drew the main six witches in The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood.

#not a big fan of how Grethe came out but oh well #I love how The Peppermancer and Dahlia turned out though #this was my first time trying to draw dreadlocks and it turned out way better than I expected #mind that they're damn big dreadlocks #but dreadlocks nonetheless #also ignore how small Patrice is I was going to draw Théa too but went against it #hence the weird sizing #the cosmic wheel sisterhood #art by the homebois #because I ain't makin an art tag for the rare times I post my own shit

[star4daisy]

so it's been two months since I've wrote anything and thought this might be a good way to get back into it heheh

may: 1 to 4 prompts: rose, dread, illusion, hopeless words: 731 @rosekillermicrofic

There were a lot of things Barty had been expecting to feel: happiness, excitement, anticipation, love. What he hadn’t predicted was the dread.

The anxiety that was taking over his entire body made him twitchy enough that the flight attendant asked if he was alright. He told her he was fine and asked for another glass of whiskey. In truth, Barty felt like he might throw up at any moment from the prospect of seeing Evan again after a year.

They had parted ways amicably and agreed to remain friends while they were unable to see each other, neither of them knew the amount of time Barty would need to stay away to solve the matters of his inheritance and to whom his father’s company would belong. He tried to do everything as fast as he could to be able to come back home. To Evan.

Nonetheless, it took Barty way longer than he would’ve desired to stay apart from him. Enough time for him to see Evan had gone on a date with someone else. Someone who kept popping up on his social media from time to time, more regularly than Barty liked. Hell, if it was up to him there wouldn't be someone else at all. It made him want to break his phone in half.

Sure, they had agreed they could go out with other people, but it didn’t mean Evan should have wanted to, even though Barty had been the one to suggest it. It had been more out of the idea that he couldn’t keep himself from fucking everything up due to not being able to have sex with other people.

Not because he wanted them, but because it was how Barty dealt with the hard things. It always was whiskey and sex for him. Sometimes coke too, but if he needed to work on serious business he couldn’t be going to the company after snorting. Well, he could. But considering the amount of times he had fucked up due to it while his father was still alive, Barty thought it would be for the best to keep it only on the weekends. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t fucked anyone else all year. He was only human. But he also knew it was different for Evan, he couldn’t have sex with people he didn’t have feelings for. So for him to take that step it meant something completely different than it did for Barty.

To be hurt by it might’ve been hypocrisy on his part, but he had never cared to be a good person. All that had ever mattered to him was to have Evan by his side. Barty had failed utterly like he did with most things in his life, or so his father used to claim.

Barty’s first vision of him looked like a dream, he couldn’t help but wonder if Evan was a figment of his imagination, an illusion that he’d been seeing ever since they had parted. Except that this version in front of him looked nothing like the one he’d been imagining. That version looked exactly like how Evan looked the last time they’d seen each other at the airport, his white dreadlocks pulled out of his face on a high ponytail that made his features even sharper. 

Now his hair was shaved but still discoloured, Barty had never thought he could look better and yet, once again, Evan managed. It was only when he was standing in front of him that Barty noticed Evan had been holding something in his hand.

A white rose.

“My rose,” were the first words out of Barty’s mouth.

“I missed you,” Evan didn’t look nearly as unsure as Barty had felt when he extended his hand and offered him the flower.

Barty took it, allowing their hands to brush together, he felt it nicking his skin and blood pooling out of it as soon as he held it. There were remains of dried blood on Evan’s hand too, Barty wondered how long Evan had been standing there waiting for him holding the beautiful rose close to his chest while it tore his hands apart.

Evan hadn’t bothered taking the thorns out of it. He never did. Barty didn’t bother stopping the too-wide smile that wanted to tear its way out of his face.

Perhaps they weren’t as hopeless as he once had thought.

#might do a part 2 #who knows #rosekiller microfic #rosekiller #marauders #evan rosier #ao3 #fanfic #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #slytherin #rosekiller fanfiction #rosekiller fic #barty crouch jr x evan rosier #barty x evan #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #marauders fic #hp marauders #marauders era

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dragon's Mistress (14)

14. My heart, beating

MASTERLIST

Summary: A ray of hope…

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, death, death by fire, burning, threatening, fluff, angstmight miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount:  2.4 k

Notes: finally, this chapter was a balm to a burn..

The thing is… Aemond had sent Corlys Velaryon on a special mission as a test for his loyalty, and almost half a year after he dispatched him, he came back, with very good results.

Before Aemond even received him, the first thing he did was go to you, and told you he had a surprise for you.

And you swore you were going to find the entire court hanging from the inner courtyard, but thankfully, it wasn’t the case. You walked shyly, after Aemond, until you saw him…

“Grandpa?”, you asked, as you saw those silver dreadlocks you would recognize anywhere, soon Corlys Velaryon turned to look at you and immediately smiled

You weren’t his granddaughter, everybody knew it, it was the worst kept secret of the entire realm, but he loved you and your brothers nonetheless, you were his legacy, as he has told you many times, and right now, you and your half-sisters/cousins were the only thing he had left

You couldn’t help but to run to his arms, and he received you eagerly, hugging you tightly against his chest

“I missed you!”, you cried, actual tears falling down your eyes, and he caressed your hair tenderly, “I thought I was never going to see you again!”, you accused 

“I’m sorry for leaving you, my sweet girl”, he whispered in your ear, “but don’t worry, I’m here now, your rokepus is here”

“Where were you?”, you asked, finally separating from him, he smiled down at you

“I was sent into a diplomatic mission to gain the trust of the new King”, he said softly, and you nodded, “and I succeeded”, he looked behind him, signaling with his arm, and down the hallway appeared a familiar silvery head, a small one.

Your heart got caught in your throat and you whined, emotions flooding inside of you, relief, excitement, love, and many more

“Viserys?”, you called, the little boy looked at you wide eyed

“Sister?”, he asked, you ran down the hallways and you hugged the little boy tightly against you, poor thing couldn’t breathe

“My baby brother”, you cried, tears of happiness  wetting your face, “you are alright! you are here!”, you let go of him and caressed his face, removing his silver strands away from that little boy’s face, so you could gaze at him properly, “my baby”

“I missed you”, he offered, he was still small so you believed it to be a miracle he even remembered you

“My boy”, you cried, and you hugged him tightly again. He placed his little arms around your neck, he was of only 6 name days.

You were never going to leave him, you are never going to let him out of your sight ever again.

He finally hugged you back tightly, burying his face on your neck, and you cried happily, truly believing this was a dream and you were going to wake up any minute now

“My brother”, you cried.

Aemond only looked at the scene and sighed loudly, relieved to see you this happy, you were sinking, he threw you a lifeline with this, and he was relieved.

“Are you hungry?”, you asked your baby brother, “do you need anything?”

“I’m hungry”, he whispered shyly, you followed his eyes and you realized he was looking at Aemond fearfully

“Let’s go to my chambers, and I will get you something to eat”, you said gently, his eyes softened when they landed on you gain, and he only nodded, smiling shyly

You didn’t even asked the men, you didn’t care, your brother was yours, and yours alone, he was not going to leave your side ever again, he was yours, you clinged onto the poor child, walking back to your chambers, after promising your Grandfather you were going to get together for dinner, as Aemond nodded, agreeing.

Corlys was of the court now

“We need to talk”, said Aemond, and Corlys was surprised to hear him say those words

“Very well… my King”

. . .

You looked down at your brother constantly, he seemed fine, like a normal, curious six year-old, looking around at the grandiosity of the Keep, as you walked back to your chambers. You crossed a maid in your way, and you commanded her you wanted to take lunch in your chambers, she seemed surprised to see the little Targaryen, but she almost sprinted down the hall to fulfill your order

Once you were in the privacy of your chamber, you turned to your baby brother

“Are you alright? are you hurt?”, he only shook his head, “Where have you been?”. There were so many questions for a six year old, but he answered the best he could, apparently, he managed to get to the other side of the narrow sea where he was kept in a house with servants, very lonely, until Corlys reached for him. You will get answers from your grandfather later.

He devoured everything you placed in front of him, and drank soft orange juices from Dorne 

Soon he yawned sleepily, and you cuddled with him in the long chair by the window

“You are with child?”, he asked softly, looking down at your belly

“I am”, you told him gently, and he smiled, you noticed he had lost his two front teeth, and you giggled to see his adorable smile. “I hope is a boy”, he saiad simple, and you giggle

“Why is that?”

“So we can play”, he answered simply

“But if its a girl… you could still play”, you tried, caressing his beautiful hair

“Mom always said you had to be gentle with girls”, he said, “and besides, I would probably be made to marry her”, he said, sticking his tongue out, and you laughed wholeheartedly

You stopped, right then.

You haven't laughed in years

Years

Your own laugh sounded so foreign to you, like it belonged to someone else, you didn’t laugh anymore, you had no reason to. 

You came to your senses when you felt VIserys caress your belly.

“I’m going to teach him everything I know”, he said, and you giggled

“Oh, are you?”, you teased

“Yes”, he said simply, that toothless smile again

“Oh because you know so much, Lord smarty-pants!”, you teased again, tickling his belly with your fingers and he laughed pushing you away playfully

“No! sis”, he giggled, but you continued your torture on him, stealing laughs and whined from him, until you couldn’t hold it any longer and you hugged him tightly again you, crying

Of happiness? of relief? of fear? 

You didn’t know.

. . .

Aemond wouldn’t let you alone with Corlys, you realized very soon. 

He would always be around when he was near, and you believed he was fearful of what he might say to you, or what you might say back to him. Corlys, even after the war, was one of the most important men in the realm, the richer, and once, before his entire fleet was destroyed, the most powerful. 

So the dinner was uncomfortable, Corlys did spoke about where he found Viserys, but you were more focused on helping your baby brother eat, cutting his food and serving him yourself.

Your grandfather looked constantly at Aemond by his side, with such hate in his eyes

“How is the reconstruction going?”, asked Aemond, referring to the reconstruction of the Velaryon fleet

“We just got the wood from the Starks of Winterfell”, he said back, looking at the plate in front of him

“Why would you require wood from that far?”, sked Aemond

“The wood from the Northerner trees can withstand anything, hot temperatures, cold temperatures, is flexible, truly noble”

“Mmm I see”, the attention of both  men turned back to you

“Are you going to stay in court, Grandfather?”, you asked hopefully

“Of course my dear”, he said gently, “for the next few months at least, I am the Master of ships after all”, he said looking at Aemond, who was watching intently at your relieved smile

“I am happy about that”, you looked back at Aemond and smiled at him thankfully

And he could die happily after that

You had actually looked back at him and smiled

That was certainly new

“I’m tired”, whines Viserys, so you just cleaned his mouth, attending to him

“Do you mind?”, you asked both men, and they both shook their heads

“Of course not”

“Please your grace”, said Corlys, and you rose from your feet and you took Viserys’ hand and led him back to your chambers, where he was going to be sleeping, right next to you, were you could see him and care for him.

“You have taken her as a second wife”, he accused Aemond

“I had no choice”

“A king had no choice?”, he asked

“Don’t worry Corlys, soon, there is only going to be one Queen, very soon, actually”, Aemond raised from his chair and left the room, Corlys only smiled shortly, enjoying the last of his wine. 

You spend the next week being your baby brother’s shadow, you would go to the gardens, you would take him to the library where you both discovered the most beautifully illustrated books you can find.

The people that came across from you you only bow and nod, nobody even looked at you the wrong way.

You didn’t know what Aemond had done.

But everyone else did.

Aemond faced Borros the very next day Corlys had returned.

“I have my niece”, he said, “you have till sunfall to abandon this castle if you know what is good for you”, he threatened, his own mother found herself speechless

“How dare you break into Storm’s End…?”

“You are lucky it still stands”, he said back, “you are lucky I’m not stripping you from all your titles”

The entire court was witness to how Lord Borros Baratheon was expelled from the Keep, stripped of his titles within the small council, shunned and humiliated. 

But not only that.

You had no friends, that is how you never found out what happened to Borros.

But Aemond did

Now that you were safe, contented, distracted with your baby brother, Aemond was going to drop the hammer, he was never going to forget about what happened to you here, he was never going to forget the man who tried to control him, who had threatened him, kidnapped his niece!

He waited for a couple of days after Borros left the castle, and he took to the skies, and burned the entire caravan where the Lord was traveling, and burned every single cart, with everything and everyone on it.

Lord Borros burned, in fire and blood, for threatening Aemond Targaryen, using his sweet niece to do so

When he returned, he wasted no time in finding Floris. He almost kicked the door of her chambers of a kick, Floris whined and cried when she saw him

“What is happening?”, she asked

“Your treacherous father is dead”, he said, and she cried louder, “and you soon will be too”

“Please don’t!”, she cried

“You are his accomplice in all of this treachery”

“I swear I didn’t know before we got married, please!”

“I don’t believe you”

“I’m with child!”, she cried, and Aemond stopped, “on the life of the child inside of me, I swear, I didn’t know about your niece before we got married, before the bedding, I swear”

And he had no choice but to believe her. 

. . .

You spend blissful days with your baby brother, who has now fallen asleep in your arms, so you just finished reading him a book. Suddenly the door opened lightly, and Aemond came in, he was the only one who would do such a thing, come into your rooms without knocking.

He looked at you with a soft smile, you didn’t know but through his mind appeared thoughts of you cuddling and reading to the son of both of you, instead of your brother. 

“I had prepared chambers for Viserys, just next door”, you grabbed onto him tightly, frowning, Aemond just sighed, “he needs his own chambers”

“He can sleep here, with me”, you said defensively

“I know”, he said, “he has been…”, he said gently, and then he just stared at you, to finally confess, “I would like to bed my wife”, he said, trying to make a joke out of it, but it made you shiver. You looked down at your sleeping brother in your arms, “I am getting jealous of a six year old” 

“Please don’t take him away from me”, you whined, your voice breaking at even the prospect of it

“I would never…”, he said, now worried, of what you perceived of him. You leaned in and kissed his soft hair, you would have to let him sleep next door, because right now you have to had Aemond contented, or he might really take him away

What he gave you he could easily take away, you had lived it.

A nursemaid came in, and with a strength only a seasoned nursemaid could have she took your brother from your arms, raised him and took him away to his own rooms.

You smiled at Aemond

“I fulfilled my promise”, he sid, and you looked at him curiously

“What do you mean?”, you asked

“Borros is gone, and soon, all the people that don’t respect you”

“What happened?”, you asked

“He had my niece, Jahaera, and that is why he made me marry Floris, that is why he had so much power and made me place you aside”, you gasped, surprised, “but now he is gone, Jahaera is back with her family, she is with my mother as we speak”

“I’m sorry My King”

“Everything will be fine”

And that night, he made actual love to you, he made you whimper, moan and sigh with need, and for the first time, you truly believed it was going to be for the better.

That things were looking up, that it was going to be better…

. . .

“She is with child”, Corlys sentenced, Steffon just nodded, “the time is now, Aemond moved against Borros, is time, she needs to get out of here, we need to take her out”

“How are we going to do that?”, asked the ever faithful guard

“I was not only looking for Viserys when I was out”, he said cryptically, showing the King’s guard a small vial he grabbed from one of his secret pockets. “We got the insurance for her that she needed, now will take her to safety”

And finally the guard smiled, contented. 

This was the right time

#misguidedmistress #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hbo house of the dragon #targaryen!reader #house targaryen

[zyvel-writez]

Hello pookies! I've made this one because i saw a very VERY hot edit of Johny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow and of course, I'm a simp and into older people. so I hope this explain a lot.

Also you can also read this in my Tumblr acc.!

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"Captain, are you sure this is a wise idea? I mean, were in Tortuga. What if he knows were here?" One of your crew asked, as you and the crew stepped out of the ship one by one.

You turned around to face them. A stern look on your face.

"Its fine, beside we've been sailing for two years and land is the only place where that bastard Jack Sparrow can't steal nor touch my things," You explained. Ever since Jack had heard of your name and titles, Jack has been visiting you and your crew for almost 1 and a half years now and it annoyed you so much that you could murder anyone.

"Were just gonna have a little walk and try to relax today. Were gonna meet here again and leave tomorrow at 7 in the morning. For now, just enjoy the time." You finished your sentence and the crew nodded to you.

"Aye aye, captain!" They cheered happily before walking away into different directions.

You sighed tiredly as you started to relax your tense body.

maybe today will be a relaxing day.

You then walked around the place, visiting different store and even went to a library. You decided to stop at your favorite bar but as you get closer to the main entrance, you saw a huge fight, people gathered around and shouting, others even bet some money of who will win. You stopped at your tracks and turned back around. You couldn't and won't ever waste your precious time hearing the sound of fight and the sound of glasses shatter into small pieces. You sighed irritated but took a deep breath to calm yourself. You won't let anything ruin your day today.

I guess the library is the best choice then.

You walked back to the library and spend the rest of your time there, reading books, novels, and even learned something on the books called Science. You were sitting at the same place which was in the corner of the huge room, enjoying your time alone until you heard girls squealing. You turned your head to the direction of the annoying voice and saw 2 girls, looking at you with a clear blush on their cheeks. You blinked your eyes multiple times, but nonetheless, ignored the two girls.

Time passed and you continue to ignore the girls until you couldn't take it and dash out of the library. You looked up to the sky and a cold breeze hit your cheeks. You figure out it was the best time to go and drown yourself with rum, after all, you don't have anything to do now. You sigh in relief once you saw that the fight earlier had died down and you let yourself enter the bar.

You sat at the tool and ordered a bottle of rum. Once the rum have arrived, you brought it to your lips and begun to drown it. The hot feeling of the rum running down on your throat made your body relax more. This continued three more times and once you were on your 3rd bottle, the door of the bar opened and the guy sat next to you. You couldn't see their face because of the freaking hat he was wearing. You dropped your bottle of rum down and closed your eyes, feeling a bit tipsy. You were savouring the moment of relaxation not until the feeling of your bottle slipping away from your grasp.

You opened your eyes and looked at the man next to you, now the man's hat was on the table and the first thing you recognize is his brown hair and dreadlocks. You glared your eyes at him, already feeling annoyed.

"What in the name of Davy Jones are you doing here?" You spat, keeping your eyes at him no matter what. 

"Oh, hey there captain. Fancy meeting you here." He simply said, having his signature smirk on his soft lips. You rolled your eyes at him and snatched your rum back to you.

"Hmm, I wonder why? came to take something you want, perhaps?" You slurred, as you looked around the bar and people continued to increase each seconds. 

Jack's grin only widened more, he knows his getting under your sleeves again. "Not actually, just came for the love of my life." He said and you raised your eyebrows.

"You mean this?" You asked  as you pointed your finger at the rum on the table. 

"Yes...and no." Jack replied while fidgeting with his fingers, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"You really expect me to believe you won't steal anything from me?" You said with a chuckle following behind, "I know you Sparrow and you won't fool me this time. not like the others." 

Jack furrowed his eyebrows and took a swig of the rum, "Oh come on love, you really believe those rumors about me? well I'll tell ya', I'm not a liar but a man of my word." He slurred, looking at you with his teasing smile.

"It's captain l/s to you, Sparrow." You sneered, giving him a death glare. And then there was the annoying feeling again, it was like something was moving inside your stomach that made your whole body tense. There it is again. so annoying.

You took another swig of your rum while Jack looked at you in silence.

"You know, you've been calling me by my last name and never heard you say my name. Do you perhaps fancy my last name, hmm?" He states, moving his body to face your sides, acting like he's the one in charge, "Because if you want it, I can replace yours into mine."

The liquid that was just about to go down to your throat, suddenly burst out of your mouth and onto the table. You slammed down the bottle of rum, wiping your lips with the hem of your sleeves while looking at Jack with wide eyes full of shock.

Jack's smile only grew wider once he saw your reaction and he's loving it. You on the other hand, were looking at him with many mixed emotions. You tried to say something back at him but your voice won't even come out. The tingling feeling came back to your stomach and this time, you felt your cheeks getting really hot.

"What? cat caught your tounge, love?" He asked, still looking at you teasingly which only brought your cheeks more hotter.

You tear your eyes away from him and looked around the bar.

The way he looked at you, you could tell he was enjoying every second of him teasing you like this.

You stand your ground and clear your throat before speaking to him, covering your emmbarassment.

"Let's get this straight and tell me upfront, why exactly are you here?"

You can see Jack smirk before letting out a deep breath and you can feel your body tense each second. "I've been planning on stealing your heart for a while now, but I seem to be having a really hard time achieving it." Jack mumbled quietly, and it made you confused. Why does Jack Sparrow need your heart? Did someone order Jack to kill you and take your heart out?

"For the fucking last time. What do you want?" You gave Jack a death glare and your hand having a tight grip, showing him that you're not playing the game no more.

"What do I want?" He chuckles, before pulling out his pistol and pointing it at you, " Oh no dear, it's not a want but a need."

You furrowed your eye brows together, looking at Jack's pistol then to his eyes again, "And what exactly do you need from me?" You asked slowly.

Jack tapped his pistol on your chest where your heart lies inside, and slid his pistol under your chin,

"I need you on my side, forever until my very last breath here on earth."

#johny depp #Depphead #jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #johnydeppfanfiction #johny #johnydepp #justice for johnny depp #johny deep #ilovejohnydepp #x male reader #teasing #plsread #appriciatepost #iloveyall #justiceforjohnydepp #justiceforjonhy #Jacksparrow #Jack smith #pirate of the caribbean #fan #no1fan

[tyrannoninja]

This is a sketchbook doodle of a female Homo erectus who has her hair styled into dreadlocks. I am not sure whether Homo erectus would have bothered with hair-styling like this, but it is a nice thought nonetheless, and it does go against the grain of depicting them with a simple bush or mane of hair on their heads.

#Homo erectus #hominin #hominid #paleoanthropology #human evolution #african #black woman #woman of color #dark skin #paleoart #traditional art #art

[sarahlizziewrites]

7 snippets, 7 people!

I was tagged by @elizaellwrites - thanks! This is a new game for me :)

I'm giving a snippet from each of the first 7 chapters of The Adventures of Sitora Lux - but each focusing on a different side character. This serves double duty in me not having to post recent work which is all...mega spoilery lol.

Raelynn took her hand and dipped her forehead towards it, tucking one boot behind the other in a curtsey. “Extremely charmed to make your acquaintance, Sitora.” As Raelynn lifted her head and was smiling with a huge grin, Sitora thought that maybe she was the charmed one.

The sandy-haired boy glanced around, trying to find the person he was speaking about. “There,” he said eventually, pointing at a dark-skinned boy with an undercut and dreadlocks pulled into a top knot. He had a proud posture, his shoulders held back, and a serious expression. They watched as another male student took his arm and led him to the darkness of the cloister and he followed, intent.

Trixanra didn’t have a response to that. Lance continued: “First, what weapons will you be using?” “Sword,” Sitora said immediately, at the exact same time that Trix confidently answered: “Spear.” They looked at each other then, their expressions mirroring each others’ keenness to compete.

Master McKinnon threw his head back and laughed, but nonetheless, halted ten feet from her and brought his sword to his hip. "I shan't go easy on you this time."

“My mother tongue is that of the Undercity; my appearance,” Master Aaren gave them a coy look, “required no alteration in order to blend in below the streets of Brightfield. Soon, I had located a thread of possibility, and followed where it led. Sure enough, the cult was located. In the face of our party, and once the badly beaten, but still ferocious, Master Corris was freed, the cultists fled."

“There’s war brewing abroad.” He chewed over the word ‘war’ like it was stuck to his gums. Sitora peered at him, sighing a little. Đindic predicted a new war every few years; it had become as regular as the setting sun.

The knight turned his eyes on her, silvery-white and glowering. Sitora couldn't see his pupils: his eyes were purely a glowing white light that bored through her with terrible might. She felt the overwhelming urge to cower; to flee. She had never been so sure that she would lose a fight.

Tagging: @athemarina (welcome, hi!), @frankensteinshimbo, @vacantgodling, @cmoroneybooks, @late-to-the-fandom, @emdop, @neshamahs

#tag games #the adventures of sitora lux #me x semicolons

[little-red-fool]

Sooo my oc is very fun and very handsome man

So listen up!

My oc however is Buff he's a strong man but Buff!!

Like those guys right here they are buff and so does my oc he's buff

His long hair style dreadlocks

His mask for his face

I may be wanted my oc suit to be mix colored

His cape

His boots

And gloves on both

His superhero name

SuperVoiceActorMan

His skin color is brown

Eye color Green

And basically it

Yooo that’s a cool OC!

I hope it’s alright in saying that I don’t draw other people’s OCs at the moment since that’s something I’ll be doing once I open commissions (which hopefully won’t be too far in the future once I figure out how to set them up and have some time on my hands)(unless I’ve horribly interpreted this ask then I’m so sorry ajdhsjbds), but it’s a great character concept nonetheless, so thank you for sharing it with me!!

#asks

[siren-darkocean]

Dah boy Gresh is here!

So I gave him a thicker tail because I thought Jungle Glatorian and Agori would use them to climb trees in an aid (does it feel a bit racist with his darker tone? Maaaaaaybe but I swear it was never intentional I connected the dots way too late and I can't lighten it even if I wanted to)

I also gave him various tattoos and piercings as well while changing his eye color as well since all the characters having the exact blue eyes felt a bit tiring a bit, I tried to make the eye amber but it ended up kinda lava esqe which is nice nonetheless

Plus had some dreadlocks peeking from underneath his helmet

Alongside that I gave him faint stripe markings trying to resemble them to gusts of wind

#bionicle #g1 bionicle #lego bionicle #bionicle the legend reborn #the legend reborn #2009 bionicle #bara magna arc #gresh #glatorian #glatorian gresh #traditional art #bionicle art #bionicle fanart

[writer59january13]

Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces...

Fore score minus xv orbitz ago from being centenarian

strong contractions forced me

to pass thru cervix,

buck naked bare lady,

I ranked as only grandson sharing

same surname as Aaron,

(mine paternal grandfather)

me the sole heir –

foreshortened to Sol Aire

evinced scrawniness then (as shown

via ultrasound), which at birth

became crystal clear,

unbeknownst to parents

obsessive hidden compulsive predilection

pronounced with social anxiety affliction

manifested later in life,

whose mental health of mine,

would find me at sea

schooled in counting fish,

where I did flounder with anguish,

nevertheless as newborn human being,

the propensity with panic attacks

a decade plus years in future

whereat yours truly

would wallow in despair

meanwhile bundled cuteness

ranked as excelsior,

though said infant

extremely agitated and fussy,

I possessed unusual fear

witnessed in scrunched

and furrowed brow

slightly resembled

quirky pissant outlier

tipping the scales

courtesy old fashioned

analog needled gear

greater or lesser

than seven pounds

(minus or plus a few ounces)

with a mass of (the following feature fabricated)

dread fully locked hair,

otherwise a gangly sack

of many lovely bones,

whereat obstetricians

could not help themselves but jeer

thus upon exiting

birth canal found

yours truly anxiously twirling loose

kinky follicular fibers according

to medical records prevaricated,

courtesy poetic character sketch, whose trademark embellishment endemic beginning to end of poem, (your job dear reader to distinguish fact from fiction)

reasonable rhyme now resumes

along current frayed thread

stitching baby me finding strands of hair wrapped around fingers

surmising in retrospect, I felt bored

without access to world wide web

infant versus aging baby boomer

expressed at early stage individuality,

and nonestablishmentarian stance

sporting knotty harried styled

swiftly tailored quasi/pseudo dreadlocks, gave Medusa a run for her money

(before they were in vogue)

tough as hemp cord

an anomaly, which

no app could compare,

boot nonetheless highly adored

and valued more than fine spun gold

resembling inimitable

indestructible filaments,

when taut could lift

off the ground a board

dill low, which no reference

manual could address

even topnotch experts

queried, could not explain

outrageous constituent rare

peculiarity the likes

never seen before,

though still insured,

a novel boot nada

so critical freak

of nature ma lord

hirsute component

partitioned in a triple tier moored

substantial pressure upon noggin,

entwining, looping, spilling somehow

interweaving insync with umbilical cord

into a mass of whirled

wide webbed wear suitable for

four seasons, which bamboozled,

grew like Kudzu

into an immense

globular mass galore

'bout the size of Rhode

Island) after one year hoar

more, and wove in part

from stem cell threads, nor

ceased proliferating after birth placenta

accrued intact and immediately put in cold store

room, a by very peculiar product

tinged with strands

of strawberry blond hair

evoking how lioness would roar

cocooning, contriving, and conveying

this tiny dude into self concocted

hermetically sealed giant spore

miniature mummy, who without doubt

looked like a lady

bug hide entombment

able to survive thermonuclear war

as a minor subsequent repercussion

the downy side understood,

impenetrable forest

filched countless growing years,

without jesting, when

figurative messed hair em scare em

bedlam reigned as a supreme nest

sans shrieking obsessed

invisible hoodlums

broke free their electric kool

aid acid test

from maximum security solitary

confinement investment

for naught busting andirons

weighing down with reinforced

steel trap door cladding

didst not bar

compulsive banshee

like imps of thee pervert,

but merely slow down

minuscule limbs

emulated a hitchhiker thumb

upon will could assume

Alaska Bull Worm sized Albatross

shaped anchorage) unsinkable (short

term) screaming, rebelling, quaking,

atomic sized banshee beastie boys,

et cetera with fiery zest.

[jazmintrinidadianlitblog]

Week 13 Blog

This week I read pages 1-50 of the book When We Were Birds by Ayanna Lyold Banwo. The most interesting quote I read this week was “We remember.” on page 5.

Here's why: Yejide St. Bernard grew up listening to her grandmother's oral tradition, which involved stories of parrots transforming into corbeaux. These corbeaux were believed to be protectors of the border that separates the world of the living from the world of the dead.The setting of Chapter 1 is Morne Marie, Trinidad. Catherine St. Bernard is recounting a tale to her granddaughter, Yejide. The story portrays the downfall of Morne Marie and the metamorphosis of the parrots into corbeaux, with the aim of restoring equilibrium to the earth. During a violent storm, these bird-like creatures experienced evolutionary adaptations and became guardians of the boundary separating the living from the dead. Chapter two is situated in Port Angeles, Trinidad. The narrative centers on Emmanuel Darwin, who has obtained a ride with a farmer to Port Angeles. Last week, Darwin managed to reach the front of the line at the federal employment office. The sole accessible job prospect entailed working as a gravedigger at Fidelis Cemetery. Upon noticing Darwin's dreadlocks and tam, the woman made a proposition to give him all of her remaining belongings.  He felt a loss of control over his life. He deduced that this could be the fundamental nature of masculinity.

The reasoning behind my selection of the quote, nonetheless, was mainly motivated by individual reasons.  I selected the quotation due to the way it could trigger a specific recollection I shared with my grandfather. During my childhood, I would annually journey to Trinidad to visit my grandparents. It triggered memories of the occasions when he would tell stories to me. The significance of this quote lies in Yejide's plea to her grandmother to conclude the narrative, since her grandmother retained an understanding that such moments were temporary and therefore proceeded to put the story to an end.  The essence of the story her grandma was recounting was to emphasize the importance of retaining where you came from.

Word count:352

#literature #trinidad and tobago #trinidad

[kanra-nakura]

[Fiction] The Admiral Brother - Chapter 3

~Five hours after the War~

Luffy walks through the halls of the Pangea Castle that was in the center of the Holy Land of Marejois. Knights and servants bowed towards him as he walk by, eyeing his emotionless face, while discreetly smelling the heavenly scent that made him a favored marine in the land despite being the Son of Dragon the Revolutionary. His steps echoed through the hallway with only one destination in mind, the Gorosei, which didn't take too long. The moment he saw the door, he went in without any hesitation or even waited for permission to go in.

“Admiral Aotori.” A cold voice stated once he stepped inside the room. Luffy eyed them coldly as he continued to walk forward. "This is a surprise."

The one who spoke was the youngest looking of the Five Elders. The man is sporting blond hair, a beard of the same color, and a scar on his chest. Wearing only a black-themed suit with the shirt buttons open and without a tie. He was sitting on one of the sofas in the room, legs crossed, looking down at the Admiral. Seeing his arrogant face, Luffy frowned as his scent went from neutral to sour, showing how displeased he was with them.

"What was that back there?" Luffy asked, walking closer to the elders, who were watching him.

"What is what, Admiral?" One of the elders asked, Luffy glared at them, bringing shivers down their spine.

"You know what… the war in Marineford where you basically use my brother as a means of entertainment." The Omega snarled.

"Well… he is not really your brother according to what was broadcast." This time a tall and thin bearded man started, earning the Admiral's attention. Luffy knew that he should be wary of the people in this room, not only because they're the Gorosei, but also because they're all Alphas. Mated Alphas, but still Alphas nonetheless, and while they threatened him for his Devil Fruit at first, they also slowly started to covet his scent, which in turn made them command him to visit them at least once a month, doing nothing but observing him as he reported to them. But to hell being wary, he got used to their attitude and arrogance due to his monthly visit, they also threatened his baby brothers' life despite the conditions they agreed upon and that is something he can't forgive. Not even if it means dying for them, and with that in mind, Luffy’s eyes narrowed.

"He's my brother, Roger’s blood or not. And you just break the deal that we have." He snarled,  hand slowly clenching into a fist.

“Hmmm… did we really break it?” Another elder stated, this one has a scar on the left side of his face, wears a hat over gray dreadlocks, and holds a walking cane. He wears a black suit with an aristocratic cap. “We agreed that if you work for us, our people, such as the Cipher Pol, The Marines, or assassins that we have, won’t touch your people, especially your brothers.”

“Your brother was handed to us by a pirate… so we didn’t technically break it.” An Elder with a bald head and large nevus flammeus spots on his forehead sneered, looking down at Luffy, who trembled in anger.

“You used my brother to declare war against Whitebeard.” He growled, his hold on his Haki slipping but it wasn’t noticed by the Elders as their eyes are on the Admiral. “And then your executioners dared to raise their swords above my brother’s neck… your marines fired their guns and swings their swords at my other brother. Tell me again that you didn’t break the deal.”

“Ahhh..  but we did give Boa Hancock the key to your brother’s chain so that the pirates can free him. If the pirates didn’t get the key then it’s their fault…”

“The reason why the pirates won’t be able to get the key is that you gave it to a woman who hates men and won’t hesitate to injure them, be it either pirates or marines!” Luffy shouted, cutting the Elder with the nevus flammeus spot from speaking.

“And!” The same elder cut off, slamming his cane on the floor, stopping Luffy from speaking more but the Admiral was merely glaring at them with no fear, not even flinching despite the rising temper of the Alphas in front of him. “Your other brother is injured due to his recklessness, our Marines were only focused on the other pirates, it’s his fault that he jump in front of them.”

“You must really think that I’m an idiot aren’t you?” Luffy snarled, but then an Elder, who kept quiet the whole time, scoffed. The Omega’s eyes snapped toward him, this elder was also a bald one, wearing glasses and a white hakama, a samurai sword leaning against the side of the chair he was sitting on.

“Ahh, but what are you complaining about exactly?” He said, standing up, and grabbing his sword in the process. “You stopped the war, kicked Akainu away from your brothers, stopping them from being killed. So what are you complaining about?”

Luffy remained standing, not afraid at all of the Alpha that was trying to make him submit, pressuring him with his scent to stand down. “My brother–”

“As stated previously, you have saved your brother, which goes against our deal as well, you swore to work for us, yet during the war, you did nothing but give commands, which we are grateful for as it lessens the death of our soldiers… but it also lessened the death of pirates, and then when Akainu’s about to kill them, you moved.”

“You broke the deal.” Luffy hissed as the Alpha leaned down and looked him directly in the eyes.

“Alright, let’s say we did break the deal, but you also broke yours… so there will be punishment for that don’t you think?” Luffy stiffened and eyed him darkly as the

Samurai-like Elder moved away and grinned darkly.

“I have a suggestion, Admiral. One, We can ignore the deal we broke with each other, you’ll be receiving a light punishment of course for your actions, and then we won’t do anything else… or we can focus on your complaints, you can do what you want, fight against us or even rebel and then we will go after your brothers and destroy your island.”

Luffy gritted his teeth at that, watching as the other Elders grinned or smirk smugly at the threat.

“Did you really think, just because we, and the other Tenryubitos, favored you that we will ignore your actions during this war?” The Elder with Dreadlocks said, before laughing. “Your still naive Admiral Aotori.”

“Am I?” Luffy smirked at them, making them pause as he raised his hand up. “You forgot that you trained me, experimented on me, for my devil fruit.” At the mention of fruit, a ball of violet flames appeared on his hand, and this made the Alphas tense.

“All of you would have died years ago, in fact, I could kill you without your knowledge… but I didn’t do anything… and you know why.” Luffy knew that he should stop, especially when the faces of the Gorosei went dark but still, he continued. “Now, you’ve broken our deal, I could easily kill you right now…”

“But you can’t.” The long-haired Elder said, smirking in confidence despite the sweat that is slowly sliding down his face.

“That’s right, I can’t,” Luffy said, eyes closing together before they snapped open and glared at them, snarling as he said. “And it’s because of your spy that is currently on Fuusha Village, waiting for your command for buster call.”

And then the Haki that Luffy was suppressing suddenly filled the room and the Alphas tried to stay strong but then it was gone the moment soon after and it left them breathing heavily, his scent going from sour and then back to neutral.

“Admiral Aotori…” The blond-haired alpha snarled as Luffy smirked at them and turned away, headed towards the exit.

“Alright, we will do as you suggested to me,” Luffy said, stopping right at the door, hand already on the handle. “We will ignore the broken deals today… however, should you break the deal again,” Luffy then eyed them over his shoulder, his eyes cold as ice, smirking. “I won’t hesitate anymore to destroy the things that you work so hard to gain and keep, not even if it means the destruction of Dawn.”

BAM!

Silence followed in the room right after Luffy slammed the door shut. The Gorosei gritted their teeth as they heard the steps getting further and further away.

“Admiral Aotori is getting fearless.” The scarred Elder said looking at his companions.

“Don’t worry about that.” The long-haired Elder stated, standing up before going to the window found on the other side of the room. “He’s bluffing. That island is precious to him, so there’s no way he’ll allow it to be destroyed.” The other Elders scoff or grunt in response, the Samurai Elder, however, strokes his chin in thought, before commenting.

“Looks like we’ll be needing to watch our next step when it comes to his brothers.”

“Hahahaha!” The blond-haired elder laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I highly doubt that we’ll be doing anything at all.” He grinned at the long-haired elder, who was looking down at the window where he can now see Luffy walking away confidently and with no sign of fear.

“True…” The Elder agreed, eyes still on Luffy before turning to look at his companions. “Gol D. Roger has a lot of enemies, so if they found out that his son is alive then they won’t hesitate for revenge.”

“Whitebeard…” The bald elder started, only to receive a shaking head from him.

“With the war that commences earlier, I highly doubt that Whitebeard will last that long, heck, I’m pretty sure he’ll die soon.”

“And despite their crew being called the Strongest Pirate Crew, I highly doubt that they can handle hundreds of Roger’s former enemies.” The scarred Elder stated, as he stood up and then went towards the window, his cane tapping against the tiled floor as his companions did the same and followed after him. “Let fate run its course. The Son of the Devil will be punished soon and we don’t have to lift a finger.”

“So… we’ll be deciding the punishment for Admiral Aotori then?” The Samurai Elder asked, they then watch as Luffy’s figure began to disappear the further he walk away from the castle.

“Of course, now…  ” A dark grin spread between all of them. “What punishment shall it be?”

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[mayerreid75]

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[twobuckhowie]

Do You Believe - Part One

   This is a true story and it started seven nights ago.

   Every time I was sleeping for a couple of hours someone or something would wake me up.

   The first three nights I was awaken by a unfamiliar woman's voice calling out my name so loud that I would sit up in bed, look around, and ask, "Who's there?" But no one ever replied to my query.

   The forth night I heard a crashing sound, as if something was knock off my bathroom sink, shattering onto the ceramic floor. Sitting up quickly, I looked for the broken pieces, but there was nothing there.

   Of course on the fifth night it took a lot longer for me to fall asleep, but once I did, it didn't take long for a male voice to call out to wake me up.

   "Hey mon. Wake up."

   Before I opened up my eyes, I knew that my phone was sitting on the night stand right next to my bed, so I planned what I was going to do next.

   I half jump out of bed, immediately grabbed for my phone, looked at my assailant to show him that I was calling the police and pressed the numbers; 9-1-...

   I was frozen in place. Sitting on a bedroom chair was a, Rastafarian. A see-through Rastafarian, but a Rastafarian nonetheless.

   He had the rainbow color hat on, the long braided dreadlocks, a neatly trimmed beard, and a dovetail ganja joint hanging from his lips.

   "Who are you? What do you want?" I finally got up the nerve to ask.

   He blows a small cloud of smoke straight up into the air and asked, "What mon? You don't know who I am? Have I been gone that long?"

   "Well, to me, you look a lot like Bob Marley,"

   "Ha ha," he laughs joyously, "Right you are mon. I am Bob Marley." He takes a long drag on his joint, smiling triumphantly.

   "Why are you here," I ask, while wondering why his joint isn't stinking up the place.

    "I'm here because you need me mon. You need me to show you the why and wherefore of your past, present, and future." he says while blowing smoke.

   "What a minute," I say a little confused. "Isn't that Jacob Marley's job? And why would the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future come to visit me? I'm not some crazy, greedy billionaire, who hordes all his money and laughs at the suffering of others. I'm just me."

   "You read too many books mon." and blows a huge cloud of smoke my way, which encompasses me completely.

   To Be Continued...

This is, Asking, Do You Believe In Ghosts? Well I Do!

Jim Hauenstein

And

“The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.” - L.M. Montgomery -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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#writing #blogging #a Christmas carol #Christmas Humor #Humor #Scrooge

[elettralightwood]

I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS LITERALLY SO EXCITING, SO MANY PEOPLE WE LOVE ALL TOGETHER 😫😭

They streamed in through the open doors of the Sanctuary, one after another: Downworlders and Shadowhunters in a seemingly never- ending cascade.

First came the vampires with their paper-white faces and cold elegance, enchanted black umbrellas held aloft as they took the few steps from their tinted-window cars to the Sanctuary doors, eager to escape the sun. Emma recognized Lily Chen among them, on the arm of a tall vampire with dreadlocks. A gaggle of blond Swedish vampires came in chatting with the Lindquists, who ran the Stockholm Institute.

There were werewolves from all over the world: Luke Garroway, scruffy and bearded in his flannel jacket, Clary’s mother, Jocelyn, at his side. Werewolves in kilts and hanboks and qipaos. Maia Roberts and Bat Velasquez. […]

There were warlocks, too, more than Emma had ever seen in one place. Catarina Loss, blue-skinned and white-haired: She marched in with Tessa and Jem, wearing nurse’s scrubs, and looked around her thoughtfully. […]

Hypatia Vex, with her bronze hair and dark skin, regal and curious. Warlocks with bat’s wings, with hooves and gills and rainbow eyes, with delicate antennae and curving stag’s horns. A bat-faced woman who went up to Cristina and began muttering in Spanish. A dark-skinned warlock with a white mark on his cheek in the shape of a spiderweb.

And there were Shadowhunters. […]

Julie Beauvale and Beatriz Mendoza, their parabatai runes glimmering on their forearms. Marisol Garza, wearing white in memory of Jon Cartwright. Magnus and Alec had just arrived with Maryse and their kids, and were standing by the door opposite Aline and Helen, greeting the Downworlders while the two women greeted the Shadowhunters. Kadir Safar of the New York Conclave gave Diana a somber nod before going to speak with Maryse, who was dandling little blue Max on her lap while Rafe ran around them both in circles.

The Romeros had come from Argentina, the Pederosos from Brazil, the Keos from Cambodia, and the Rosewains from Northern England. A dark- haired, petite woman darted over to Cristina and hugged her tightly. […]

“It’s cool to see the Alliance in action,” said Mark, who had been helping the others set up rows of chairs. […]

Alec was greeting a werewolf girl who spoke in excitable French and asked him something about Rafael; a tall, dark-haired vampire wearing a T-shirt with Chinese characters on it slapped him on the back, and Lily and Maia darted over to confer with him in low voices.

Mark suddenly straightened up. Emma followed his gaze and saw that several faeries had come into the room. […]

Gwyn had come in, of course, which everyone expected, but following him were several others. Among the dryads and pixies and nixies Emma recognized several piskies, the Fair Folk she and Julian had encountered in Cornwall. Behind them came a tall phouka in a JUSTICE FOR KAELIE T-shirt, and after him, a woman in a long green cloak, her face hidden but a bit of white-blond hair escaping nonetheless.

Emma turned to Mark. “It’s Nene.” […]

Emma glanced over at Julian again. He had moved behind the table and was standing with his arms at his sides. Helen and Aline had joined him behind the table as well. The rest of the family was clustered in a group of chairs at the left of the room, Kit and Ty together, Dru with her hand on Tavvy’s shoulder, turning around to squint at a figure who’d just come into the Sanctuary.

It was Cameron. […]

She waved to Simon and Isabelle as they came in, holding hands. Isabelle made an immediate beeline for her mother and Max.

Simon regarded Kieran with a look of surprised recognition before crossing the room to talk to Vivianne Penhallow, the dean of Shadowhunter Academy. […]

In the shadows, Emma saw them—she didn’t know when they’d come in, but a single Iron Sister and a single Silent Brother stood motionless against the far wall. […]

There was no gesture, no signal that Emma could see, but the doors of the Sanctuary opened and Jace and Clary walked in, as if on cue.

#shadowhunters #the shadowhunters chronicles #tsc #shadowhunters opinions #downworlders #luke garroway #jocelyn fairchild #maia roberts #catarina loss #tessa gray #jem carstairs #magnus bane #alec lightwood #maryse lightwood #max lightwood bane #rafael lightwood bane #diana wrayburn #cristina rosales #mark blackthorn #gwyn ap nudd #julian blackthorn #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #dru blackthorn #tavvy blackthorn #simon lovelace #isabelle lightwood #kieran #jace herondale #clary fairchild

[tyrannoninja]

Dea Africa

This is my portrait of Dea Africa, a Roman goddess-like entity who personified the imperial province of Africa (which to them meant the area of Tunisia and the northwestern coast of modern Libya). Roman artists traditionally depicted her wearing a helmet modeled after an African elephant’s head and with braided or dreadlocked hair, but otherwise made her look more Italian than African in accordance with their prevailing beauty ideals. Nonetheless, I wanted my version to look, well, African even without the elephant helmet, with some ritual scarifications and Amazigh-style tattoos to boot.

Dea Africa is unlikely to have been a major deity in the Roman pantheon, but sometimes she was associated with a cornucopia (horn of plenty) to represent fertility, which may refer to Rome’s North African provinces serving as a breadbasket for the Empire.

#Dea Africa #roman mythology #roman #african #black woman #woman of color #dark skin #amazigh #north african #digital art #art

[predalien]

hello!! 🌱 could I get a ship request?

I’m about 5’6, pale with ginger + black (dyed) hair, i’m more inclined to the arts, however I also enjoy things like psychology, etc. I work out frequently, and i used to do fencing + wrestling :-)

• Ship Request •

Shipping you with: The Elder

I think you an Elder (AVPR) would get along like no other! I could imagine Elder having a strong affinity for arts and knowledge, which is something you as well share. And as obvious as it is, the ability to fight and defend one’s self it an extremely attractive trait to have when you’re dealing with the yautja.

I’d imagine Elder would enjoy simply being around you. Very rarely does he find himself free of time, despite not actively engaging in hunting trips. He is still a clan leader and elder, so he still holds many duties, such as guiding and judging the younger members of the clan. And with your enjoyment and knowledge in psychology, I think Elder might even ask for you aid in decision making on social and clan issues.

No matter the kind of art(s) you specialize in, he will always enjoy your pieces and keep them for sentimental value. Jewelry making? He might as well ask you to design him something a little nice, like a necklace or dreadlock beads. Painting or sketching? Better your get your supplies together, you’re gonna find yourself creating extravagant pieces on the items in his possession, his armor, and his own personal quarters will be filled with many of your pieces. Sewing or fabric crafts? Please, I beg of you, to sew in new designs or full on design him a new cloak.

Elder’s days of actively hunting have long since passed him, but nonetheless he still chooses to be active to ensure he never rusts up on his battle prowess. Elder might as well appreciate doing a bit of wrestling with you, you may never be as strong as him, but humans are very crafty and may as well be a challenge for even an old and experienced yautja like himself. Even if wrestling and fencing is something you no longer do, I think he’d still appreciate you combating with him. (Totally for training purposes and not for him to find an excuse for you to sit on him.)

Please let him braid or run his claws through your hair. He has seen human hair, but for as old and educated as he is, he doesn’t quite understand how human hair works. It doesn’t bleed? Or doesn’t hurt when you cut it? Is there any purpose for human hair? But it hurts when you tug on it? Oh! Do you… like it, ooman?…

Some of the younger members might not exactly appreciate your presence at first. Although, overtime, they’ll find themselves running to you in fear after pissing off your beloved Elder. They may not find themselves at Elder’s mercy, but they sure as hell know that he would never lay a claw on you.

#february 2022